: Stray Kids (one Shot) - Tumblr Posts

blame me if you want.

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pairing: jeongin x gender neutral reader

content warnings: heartbreak, angst, crying, break up

rating: 13+

summary: you deluded yourself into thinking you and jeongin were meant to last forever. but after some time where he felt distant, you come to find out why.

🍂 untitled — hyunjin & i.n (2 kids’ show)

His hands shook slightly as they held your face as though you were to break into a thousand pieces if he let you go, and you thought you might, too, since your heart had just been shattered by the man you’d once named your forever; why not let your body and soul follow your heart into the disaster it is now? You watched as tears threatened to spill, his voice cracked and his lips formed a trembling frown, though it didn’t compare to the storm of tears rolling down your cheeks or the sobs that continuously escaped past your lips, your expression twisted into one of pure heartbreak.

“I— I really didn’t want us to end like this, Jeongin,” you sobbed, and you knew he could barely understand what you were trying to say through the hiccups and cries. “But it’s like you’ve mentally been away for months now and I don’t know what I can do anymore. I can’t continue living like this, losing sleep because I can’t figure out what is happening and you keep refusing to talk about it.”

Jeongin pulled you to his chest, resting his chin on top of your head as the fingers of one hand gripped your shirt. He was shaking all over, but you were inconsolable.

“You’ve said it on my behalf, Y/N.” He began, voice crackling as he held back tears. “At some point, your eyes felt so cold, and perhaps I am the reason, but —”

You pulled away from him, eyebrows furrowed. “If I ever looked at you coldly, I never meant it. Baby, I promise that —”

“No, not like that,” he interrupted. “I mean, I didn’t feel the same way that I used to. I’m not sure how or when it happened, but it did. I couldn’t figure out how to tell you, but I really didn’t want things to get to this point.”

A tear finally rolled down his cheek as he spoke, voice growing thicker as he held back his own devastation. His words felt as though he’d pushed you off of a cliff and now you were just falling without a safety net by yourself.

“Y/N, I know in my heart that you leaving me and finding someone who truly deserves you before this pain gets any deeper is the best thing you can do.” A choked sob escaped from his lips and he sniffled, looking away for a moment to compose himself. “I tried to be your forever, I really did. But now I’m not sure of anything; did I really fall in love? Or was it a selfish decision made for my own sake to escape from my loneliness? At first, I didn’t even want to entertain the idea but, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since.”

The room was spinning at his words, your sobs intensifying while you pulled away from him completely. You were angry now, hurt, betrayed.

“What are you implying?” Your voice was louder than you’d intended, but you also couldn’t bring yourself to care when your whole world was collapsing in on itself at the moment. “Are you saying that everything we’d been through wasn’t real? Every beautiful minute spent together didn’t make you feel like this could be forever?”

You were standing now, looking down on his shiny eyes as more tears rolled freely down his achingly beautiful face; even with emotions running high, it took everything in you to not kiss them away. But he didn’t deserve that anymore, and you were well aware. When you called him over with the intention to end things, you wanted him to argue with you and tell you that you guys could work things out. You wanted to hear him say that he loved you, and that he didn’t agree with this decision. Anything to show you that he cared and was willing to fight for you and your relationship with him. Instead you found yourself feeling as though he’d punched you in the gut when he agreed wholeheartedly. Now every year spent with him was in question as you wondered just how much of it was as real to him as it had been for you. How many times did he lie through his teeth as he told you he loved you? The thought had you shaking with rage.

Jeongin didn’t respond, only sat there as he watched you back away from him slowly.

“Was I really just someone to keep your bed warm? Who the fuck says that?”

Jeongin finally stood up, hands attempting to reach you but you moved away before he could. “No, I don’t think it was like that —”

“You don’t think, Jeongin? This was the part where you told me ‘No, Y/N, it definitely wasn’t like that’. But you stand there and tell me you don’t think I was just a warm body so you didn’t feel so lonely? You’re such a coward.”

“I know that I am!” For the first time ever, Jeongin raised his voice, which took you aback. “You can blame me if you want, Y/N, but you have to believe me when I tell you that I didn’t want this to drag on like this. There were so many times where I tried to be honest about my feelings but I would look at you and always feel like such a monster for wanting to end things when what we had was so good. Don’t you think I hate this too?”

You remained silent, his words echoing in your mind. It didn’t make sense to you, nothing did. “If what we had was so good, then why did you stop loving me? When did you stop seeing me as your future?”

He opened his mouth but nothing came out. His shoulders slumped when he mumbled, “I have no idea.”

You sniffled, wrapping your own arms around yourself as you watched him. The crying had subsided a little bit by that point, and you could feel your chest becoming numb the longer he remained there. He stood before you, a shell of a man who had once decided to fall with you, but now he watched as you fell on your own to your own doom. The future looked so bleak without him, and you didn’t think you could ever forgive him for this.

“Do you think you would’ve said something sooner rather than later if I hadn’t called you over?”

“I don’t know. I hope so.”

You inhaled sharply, and exhaled shakily, your heart beating in your throat as you prepared to say the next words you’d never even dreamt of saying: “I think you should leave.”

Worst of all, Jeongin only nodded before walking out of your place. He didn’t even look back before closing the door behind him, leaving you a shattered mess.

word count: 1.1k 🍂 posted: 11 • 30 • 2023

💬 a note from green;

i watched hyunjin and i.n’s 2 kids show yesterday and their untitled song had me in tears and inspired me to write this sad little thing. i hope you guys enjoy, i might post something with hyunjin too though i don’t know.

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pairing: hyunjin x gender neutral reader

content warnings: post-breakup healing, sadness

rating: 13+

summary: half a year after you and hyunjin break up, you find that you’ve somehow healed.

🌱 untitled — hyunjin & i.n (2 kids’ show)

His name is one that your journal has known for a very long time – and it will be one that it will never forget. Pages upon pages you find him embedded into every word you poured out, every tear, every smile was written for him without you realizing it. Your entire world spun around him, and just as soon as he waltzed into your life, he left.

Please erase me from your memory and go find your happiness, he’d said to you then as you begged him to stay. He didn’t seem to understand that his touch would forever be tattooed onto your skin, his passing love would always be yearned by your heart, and his words would forever burn in your mind. Hwang Hyunjin would be a love that you were determined to remember for as long as humanly possible, because although his feelings for you had fizzled out over time, it was once as intense and real as the sun that rises and falls every day.

You weren’t angry at him anymore, a part of you had finally come to understand that nothing lasts forever, and that Hyunjin was your dream love and would always remain just that – a dream. All that was left of you was a shell of who you’d once been before him, though there was a certain hollowness that ate you up from within. Dying of heartbreak was something you thought was real when you watched the door close behind him for the very last time, spending weeks catching glimpses of his shadow from the corner of your eyes and deluding yourself into thinking you’d heard his voice as you waited for your shattered heart to finally give up pumping your blood through your veins. A life without Hyunjin was one you didn’t think was worth living.

However, half a year has gone by since you spoke to him last, and you were still alive, still breathing. You were currently in the same park in which you’d met him some years ago, sitting on the very same bench in which you’d sat with him for hours after first meeting as you chatted about everything and nothing and unknowingly fell headfirst into love. And although the memory sent a twinge of pain, you realized for the first time in what had felt like forever that you could breathe properly and that you were okay now. Most of all, you understand now that Hwang Hyunjin would be a memory that you would look back on with fondness when you’re older and wiser – perhaps he will be the love you would tell your children about when they inevitably get their hearts broken for the first time. You were grateful for the opportunity to know such a unique soul, and to have had him in your arms if only for a brief moment.

You saw him from afar today at the coffee shop at the end of the street, but you don’t think he noticed you. This was what compelled you to return to this park for the first time in a while, because he looked well and healthy. He had carried on with his life, and maybe you have as well. All you could really hope was that he remembered you as well, and that when he found his next lover, if he hadn’t already, he thought of you and the beautiful life you had once planned together.

Please erase me from your memory and go find your happiness, he’d said to you then as you begged him to stay. He thought forgetting would be a blessing, but you didn’t need to forget him to feel okay or to find happiness. You didn’t think he understood the impact he’d had in your life and that was okay.

You are fine. You are alive and well, but most importantly, you are healing.

word count: 644 🌱 posted: 12 • 01 • 2023

💬 a note from green;

after posting jeongin’s you can blame me if you want, i listened to the song again. somehow doing it made me think of my own journal — specifically from when i was going through my first heartbreak. it was a bittersweet experience, and i was able to see how much i’d grown since then. for the first time since i thought about my ex, i realized i was grateful for the pain. without such pain that they caused me, i wouldn’t have learned what i wanted and needed out of a relationship.

to anyone who’s going through a breakup: no one dies from a broken heart. one day you will wake up and your heart won’t ache anymore. it won’t feel empty. a day will come when you will smile again, fall in love again, and look back at this moment with pride as you take notice of your growth.

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pairing: seungmin x gender neutral reader

content warnings: hurt/comfort, reader has a fear of thunderstorms, reader goes nonverbal

rating: e (for everyone)

summary: seungmin helps you get through a thunderstorm by showering you with tender love and singing to you.

🕯️ volcano — seungmin & han (2 kids’ show)

A myriad of candles lit up the bedroom you’ve shared with your lover for a few years, casting its yellow glow over the sheltered space while the world outside took on the wrath of the thunderous storm that has carried on for the past several hours. Your soft snores were the only sounds heard apart from the violent pattering of the rain against the windows and the occasional boom of thunder, your head rested on Seungmin’s chest as you’d finally slept.

The two of you had just settled on the couch to watch a movie together when it first started raining, a small detail you’d taken note of yet paid no mind to at first. Although as the weather worsened, so did your anxiety. Seungmin was well aware of the person you became whenever the first strike of lightning occurred – almost as though you had been replaced before his very eyes as your muscles tensed and your eyes clouded with fear. He’d tried to comfort you as soon as he knew what would come, though nothing can really prevent you from panicking, and this was a fact that aggrieved him deeply since he would do anything to make you smile once again although this was beyond his power.

When the power went out as a result of the storm, the trembling and whimpering began. Seungmin was not allowed to leave your side for even a second as you gripped the hem of his shirt. And so he gently took your hand and guided you towards the hallway closet where you stored the innumerable amounts of candles you liked buying, and then took you with him towards the kitchen to find a lighter. Throughout the entire process, you could hear him murmuring sweet little nothings as a form of encouragement while moving at the pace you’d set. He sat you on your bed, and immediately began lighting as many candles as he could, creating as much light as he could before he settled beside you. Arms pulling you into his comforting embrace, your back pressed to his chest as he whispered about how brave you were being. You didn’t think so, since you felt a little ridiculous being so afraid of something so silly at your age, but the sincerity in his voice made you feel validated.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered after jumping at a particularly loud crack of thunder. “This is so stupid, and we were having such a nice time before all of this.”

Seungmin pressed a tender kiss to the back of your head, settling his chin on top of your head as his thumb rubbed gentle circles on your shoulder. “Sorry for what? There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

You couldn’t help but pout slightly, sitting up so you could look at him. He merely chuckled at the sight, hand reaching up to push a strand of hair away from your face and you could see the tiny flames from the candles reflected in his eyes. It took everything in you to not melt into his touch, your heart immediately steadying. Love was engraved in every touch, every word and you adored it. You adored him in a way you couldn’t even begin to describe. “I’m sorry you’re dating someone with childish fears.”

His expression suddenly turned serious as he furrowed his brows and frowned up at you. “It’s not childish at all, what are you talking about? I don’t want to hear any self-pitying from you, I want you to know that you’re being very brave, and I love that about you.”

He looked so stern you couldn’t help but smile a little bit, rolling your eyes playfully. But as you glanced at him again, you could see the expectant expression on his face as he waited for you to say the same words he always forced you to say in moments like these. So you sighed, moving around on the bed so that you could rest your head on his chest. However, right as you opened your mouth another thunder seemed to shake the room, which caused you to scream in surprise instead. His arms immediately wrapped themselves around your trembling body, hands squeezing whatever he could grab as a way to make sure you knew he was there with you.

With your eyes squeezed shut, you mumbled over and over again: “I’m being brave right now. The storm can’t touch me. I’m safe with Seungmin. I’m being brave right now. The storm can’t touch me. I’m safe with Seungmin. I’m being so brave right now, and Seungmin is proud of me.”

Seungmin’s lips pressed against your hair once again as he settled into a more comfortable position from underneath you. “I am so, so proud of my baby right now.”

Although the rain had shown signs of slowing down over the past hour, it seemed to intensify now, and your body began trembling once more. Seungmin was at a loss right now, he couldn’t think of anything else to say or do while the two of you rode out the storm. It wasn’t the first time that he’d had to help you through something like this, and he was always so willing to calm your mind and settle your heart each and every time; though it always seemed as though he would run out of things to do or say as the storms carried on. As you balled up his shirt into your shaking fists, he cleared his throat.

“You know,” he began, voice soft yet loud enough to be heard over the noise. “Hannie and Chan have been working on a song together. It made me think of you.”

This piqued your interest, releasing a shuddering breath as you momentarily looked up to let him know you’ve heard him since your voice seemed to have stopped working. He understood immediately as his eyes remained fixated on the dancing flames of the candles he’d placed in front of your bedroom television.

“You know Hannie’s always been good with words.” Seungmin smiled slightly at the thought, his fingers finding their way to your hair as he played with it. “Would you like to hear it?”

Without hesitation, you reach over his lower torso to squeeze his hip. Another crack of thunder was heard, and you jumped.

“I’ll protect you, it’s okay to hurt,” he began, your eyes shutting as his melodic voice rang through the air. “I’ll embrace the wounds you shed. To me, you’re already a sin…”

A soft smile tugged on your lips, your heart and breathing steadied at last, your muscles relaxing. Seungmin could feel the weight of your body change almost immediately as he continued to sing, and his heart soared at the realization of the effect he had on you. “...You were so warm when you hugged me tight. I guess I teared up for a moment, because it was the first time…”

Anything outside of this embrace seemed to fade away at your lover’s soulful singing, the warmth of his body and his fingertips that traced swirly figures on your skin bringing a sense of peace you didn’t expect. You sighed in content.

“...You can burst into flames, you can wound me next to you if you like, I can be anything…”

As the first of your snores were heard, Seungmin finally relaxed completely. You’ve endured another stormy night, and his own heart warmed at the sight of your sleeping figure. He didn’t stop singing, though, determined to finish the song at this point – the song that had reminded him of you the first time he read the lyrics, the song he’d unintentionally associated with you and he wasn’t the least bit sorry about it.

“...you are my volcano.”

word count: 1.2k 🕯️ posted: 12 • 02 • 2023

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Hi green! Since you've left me some lovely requests, I thought I'd leave you one! I'm in love with the friends to love trope, so if you could do something like that with Felix, I'd eat it up. I'm thinking of something like the reader (gn please) has a really hard day and decides to go to Felix, but then it starts raining, so when Felix opens the door, reader is soaking wet and distressed. You can do anything from there! Again, I love your writing, so anything you come up with will be undoubtedly amazing. Hope you're doing well! <3

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pairing: felix x gender neutral reader

content warnings: hurt/comfort, mentions of parental abandonment years prior, mentions of recent death of a parent, smoking weed, daddy issues

rating: 13+

summary: through every single hardship you'd ever endured, felix always waited for you, ready to bring you into the safety of his embrace. so when you're stuck amidst the complicated emotions following your father's recent passing, the first and only person you sought for comfort was your best friend.

Echoes of the youth you’d spent in this house haunted the eerie hallways of this vacant home. Every inch of this familiar place has remained the same, though you certainly haven’t. Sitting on the front porch floor, a joint you’d just rolled burning between your fingers as you watch the rain pour outside, a vacant expression on your face as you decided on what to do. The initial plan was to walk towards your best friend’s house, which was a short walk away but the sky seemed to have other plans. And so you remained there, stuck sitting beside a box full of letters addressed to you, but that had never been sent – all written by your father. 

Too many times you had driven past him on your way to visit your best friend, making the point to keep your eyes on the road in case your father sat out front like he sometimes tended to do. The two of you had never been on good terms, especially since your mother left when you were a teenager to chase another man who’d made empty promises to her, and your father didn’t know the first thing about caring about another human being. It wasn’t a surprise to anybody when you left without a word the very minute you were old enough to do so and never returned. And yet, here you were, years since you’d gone – a box of letters he’d written to you though never sent, and you knew you didn’t have the nerve to open them alone. 

An exasperated sigh escaped your lips, pulling your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans for what was possibly the millionth time only to be met by the same symbol of no signal available for you to message Felix, the aforementioned best friend – the boy you’ve known since you could barely form a sentence due to living so close to each other. He was the kind of guy who would smile a little bit wider whenever his eyes landed on you, the one to allow you to lash out when you were angry despite how sensitive he was because he wanted you to feel better, the one to remember your birthday and plan something intimate and special even if nobody else bothered, the one to pay attention to the little things you would mention in passing and always remember – he was very much in love with you, had been for a very long time and you were well aware. But he never mentioned it directly, and you decided that you wouldn’t bring it up either because you knew that the reality of this lifetime is that you were made to destroy and hurt while he was made to heal and rebuild and you couldn’t risk having him be the next victim.

In moments like these, while alone with your thoughts that slowed down from the flower you smoked that still seemed to suffocate you all the same, you wished things were different. If only you were a stable human being, good enough for him to safely lay his head on your shoulder the way a lover would do, someone who’s sane and loving and all things good – all of which you were not – then perhaps he would be sitting beside you already, encouraging you to open the first letter while being ready to kiss your forehead at the first sign of distress. It’s selfish, and you knew, but as the screen of your useless phone remained blank you couldn’t help but wish his name would pop up. 

Your mind swirled with thoughts that made it harder to breathe with each passing second. The box of letters beside you. No signal. Felix’s smile. Childhood home. Your mother leaving. Your father’s cold demeanor. Yourself.

Not willing to wait for the rain to end, but also not wanting to dwell in here any longer, you grunted as you put out your joint and walked inside. A plastic sheet that covered one of the cushioned chairs in the living room was the only thing you took before making a b-line back outside. You lazily throw the sheet over the box, struggling only slightly to lift it before leaving the shelter from the rain, instantly drenched as the it offered no mercy. Barely able to keep your eyes open, you followed the same path you’ve walked a thousand times throughout your life, the pull of your best friend’s comfort and warmth being the true source of your rush as your pace quickened.

The neighborhood was the same, with the same married couples still residing in them – though most of their children were gone, already having moved on in their adult lives as their parents awaited for the next holiday to see them again. Everywhere you looked, a memory tied you to Felix as though his entire, beautiful being had been burned into your consciousness forever. Perhaps he had been, not that you would complain about it one bit if that were the case.

Felix’s childhood home came into view at last, and you all but sprinted clumsily with the box in your hands as your mind, body and heart yearned for his strong arms around you. Your heart was pumping blood through your veins harshly by the time you’d made it to his front door, dropping the box at your feet before banging on his wooden door. The air was having a hard time reaching your lungs and you realized that you were crying now that the rain was not hammering onto your skin – flashbacks of a similar scene played in your head, your teenage self distressed after you’d read your mother’s goodbye letter and your grief engulfed you and sent you down a spiral while the scene of your father sitting on the dinner table reading his newspaper and sipping coffee as you screamed at him to see you and your broken heart left at the departure of your mother. Your fists shaking as you gave up, falling onto your knees in despair just as the door swung open. 

A wide-eyed Felix stood before you, shocked to see you in such a state and so late at night. It only took him half a second to react as he practically threw himself onto the ground and pulled you into the safety of his embrace despite how drenched you were. A sob you hadn’t realized you’d been holding back escaped your lips, and the gravity of the fact that you were officially alone dawned on you. Your heart ached in a way you couldn’t describe and all you could truly focus on was the fresh scent of his blueberry shampoo and vanilla soap on him as you briefly realized you must’ve caught him getting out of the shower. 

“Hey, hey,” Felix attempted to pull away slightly to speak to you but you tighten your hold on his torso, not quite ready to let go yet. “I thought you wouldn’t be here until tomorrow.”

You said nothing, silently cursing yourself for being so weak – crying over a man who had never even smiled in your direction. 

“Felix, darling, what was all that noise?”

The sound of Felix’s mother’s sleepy voice caused you to jerk away from him, cheeks heating up in shame. You were on your feet in a second, bowing deeply to the kind woman who’d supported you through all of your hardships. 

“I– I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking when I came here, making all that noise. I just–”

“Nonsense,” Mrs. Lee waved you off with a concerned smile. “I’ve been telling you for years that you’re welcomed here at any time of day. Come in, darling, you’ll catch a cold. Come!”

Felix moved out of the way so that you could enter his home, pushing you away when you tried to grab a hold of the box you’d carried through the rain so that he could take care of it himself. You knew that you must’ve looked deranged, but there was no hint of judgment in their eyes as they watched you take your shoes off at the entrance. Mrs. Lee guided you into the living room by the shoulders despite the fact that you knew your way through the house like the back of your hand. The tenderness of such a simple touch made your sight blurry with tears that you refused to release this time. 

“Darling, go take a warm shower and Felix will bring you a fresh towel and some spare clothes for you to change into, deal?” Mrs. Lee raised her brows as she waited for your response, you merely nodded. “Good, have you eaten?”

“N– No.”

“I’ll heat up some leftovers from tonight’s dinner, then.”

With that, she rushed over to the kitchen. You remained in the same spot though, letting the rain drip onto the floor as your body trembled from the chill the weather outside had instilled into you. Felix gently dropped the box on the couch, paying no mind to the wet plastic sheet that was still covering its contents. 

“Y/N,” Felix said, voice low and warm. “You told me you were coming tomorrow in the afternoon. Why are you here?”

“I lied,” you sighed defeatedly. “I just didn’t want you to worry too much and I thought that I could– I thought that I would be able to go in there myself. And I really was fine, really…until I found that stupid box.”

He glanced back at the box behind him, sighing. Felix didn’t say anything, choosing instead to lead you towards the second floor and into the bathroom he typically shared with his sisters, closing the door behind you. 

While standing under the scalding hot water in the shower by yourself, you couldn’t help but scold yourself at the lack of impulse control. You could have knocked like a normal person, instead you simply decided that you would bang on his door as though your life was in danger which in turn startled everyone in the house and probably the neighbors as well. The thing that had you so upset was not something that couldn’t wait until tomorrow, it wasn’t urgent at all. It was just a dumb box filled with letters that you’d never received while your father had been alive. So dramatic, you chided. 

Just when you were about to shut the water off, you heard the bathroom door open quietly while you assumed Felix gathered your wet clothing and replaced them with fresh ones along with a towel. Once the door closed again, you drew the curtains back to be proved right. You dressed quickly, not bothering to brush your hair as you made your way back down and into the kitchen only to find that Mrs. Lee was no longer there, instead you found Felix looking for chopsticks for you to use while you ate. 

“I told my mom to head to bed,” Felix informed you without looking up, placing the chopsticks on a napkin beside your warm plate. “What’s in the box?”

Your feet felt heavy with each step you took closer to your meal – to him. You leaned your lower back against the counter, gingerly taking the plate into your hands. “My father wrote me letters. A whole lot of them. But he never sent them.” 

Felix’s eyes remained on you, taking his place right beside you, leaving only a hair’s distance in between. In order to not get distracted by this silly fact, you shoved your first bite into your mouth even though you didn’t feel particularly hungry. He didn’t seem to notice, only waiting patiently like he always did. 

“The house hasn’t changed a single bit since I left,” you swallowed, voice thick. “I could tell exactly where he spent the majority of his time– the same spot at the head of the dinner table where he left stacks upon stacks of newspapers he never did bother to throw out, the reclining chair right in front of the TV where his weight had left its mark over the years, and his room that was a complete mess of clothes and books and papers and everything he ever used was thrown onto the ground.”

Another bite. Felix still said nothing. 

“My room was left intact,” you continued. “It almost felt like time had stopped when I left, and the clock only continued when I walked in again. It was clean– my father kept his own room in chaos but cleaned my room. Not a speck of dust anywhere, and I checked.” 

A third bite and then you set the practically full plate back onto the counter, you didn’t have the appetite to finish it. Felix wordlessly cleaned the area and left your plate in the fridge. 

“I think the only thing that changed there was that all the family photos were taken down.” You pinch the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut as your breath becomes slightly shaky. “Not even put away, he just– took them and smashed them on the floor and left everything there. I can’t help but wonder just how long ago that was, and how many times he turned a blind eye to the broken glass as he stepped over them.

And then I went down to the basement, and everything was pretty much the same except for this stupid box. All of the letters with my name and address written on the envelope and I just– I lost it. I don’t know what to think anymore, of him…of anything.”

Felix’s arms suddenly wrapped around you tightly, surprising you for a second before you returned the gesture. Your heart was beating erratically in your chest despite this not being the first time he’d hugged you, but this one felt like it did when you were a teenager. It was strong, yet gentle; protective, yet freeing. Although it’d only been a few weeks since you’d seen him, you missed him deeply. You had left town, and he remained here with his family and his happy childhood memories – though you visited often and he did as well, but still; you missed him deeply. 

“I think that your father loved you in his own twisted way,” Felix murmured in your ear at last, arms tightening around you. “He was hurting, too. And you still didn’t deserve any of the things he did and didn’t do to you, because you were hurting and you were the child. But I think he loved you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes once more, hands shaking as you gripped Felix’s blue hoodie. 

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ☀️

The rain had stopped after a while, so you and Felix took advantage of that and sat on the roof right outside his bedroom window like you’d done a thousand times before. Overlooking the neighborhood in the dead of night as you lighted up the freshly rolled joint between your lips, inhaling the comforting flower before exhaling its smoke. The weight on your shoulders and mind was lifted as your anxiety dulled and your body relaxed. You passed the joint to Felix, who mimicked your actions. 

Your tears had long since dried, and the box had been left in the living room as you decided not to look at them tonight. Instead, you focused on the serene atmosphere that surrounded you and Felix like a warm hug. He passed the joint back to you, though you didn’t immediately bring it up to your lips again, letting it burn slightly between your thumb and index finger. Your eyes slowly found their way to Felix’s that had already been on you, analyzing you in the same way he had always done. You couldn’t tell if the glitter in his eyes were a reflection of the stars in the sky, or if they were truly his though they looked enchanting anyway. His smile widened when he noticed you meet his intense gaze and your heart burned at the sight, thinking back to your train of thought back on the front porch of your childhood home right before you’d come here. 

After all of these years, all of the tears, grief, arguments, and lashing out – he remained beside you, eyes on you as if you’d placed the sun in the sky yourself. You would never understand how he could stay by you when everyone else had left, there was nothing special about you other than your cutting tongue and vengeful heart. Though you couldn’t help but soften at the sight of him and his optimistic way of seeing the world. He was far too good, too pure for you or anyone else. And yet he sat there, subtly inching closer to you though you had still noticed. 

Lee Felix was in love with you, and had been for a long time. You were well aware, and had been for a long time. Though he never mentioned it directly and you decided that ignoring this would protect both you and him; but after all of this time, perhaps you’d maybe fallen in love with him too. It would be impossible not to let your own smile widen at the sight of his brown eyes watching you with so much genuine gentleness, to not feel your heart quicken every time he touched you, to not think of him when your bed was empty and cold, to not wish with every aching cell in your body that you were not as damaged as you were so that maybe, just maybe you would have a chance of deserving such a rare soul. 

Despite knowing all of this, you allowed him to move closer to you as the joint became smaller and smaller with each pass between the two of you. Eventually, your arms and legs were touching, and you could practically feel Felix’s erratic heartbeat. 

“What are you thinking about?” You surprised yourself by asking him, pointedly staring at the streetlamp directly in front of Felix’s house. His breath hitched slightly, though he didn’t say anything for a few moments. 

“I don’t know,” he eventually mumbled with a half-shrug. “Everything, I guess.”

“What is everything, Felix?”

His eyes met yours, wide with curiosity as he attempted to read you. Your own veins were pulsing with adrenaline from your boldness, though somehow you weren’t as mad about it as you thought you would be.

“I– I’m not sure.”

“I don’t believe you. What is everything?”

This was everything against what you’d done since you noticed his feelings for you, this was not keeping a safe distance. But you couldn’t help it, it was as though your heart had finally gained control over your brain and was pushing you to confront your own feelings for the first time in years. Because the truth is, your heart did burn for him in a way you couldn’t explain; it fluttered and skipped a beat a thousand times whenever he was around and it had been for as long as you could think back. You didn’t deserve him, but he thought the world of you – so maybe that was worth something. 

“Everything is–” Felix’s eyes searched yours, his breathing picking up slightly. “Everything is you.”

If your heart either exploded or simply stopped beating, you wouldn’t be surprised in the least. His words sent a chill down your spine, and you couldn’t stop the smile that snuck onto your face. 

“Good.” You stated, putting out what little was left of your shared joint on the roof before moving to straddle him, and you might as well have pushed him off and onto the ground before with the way the wind seemed to have been knocked out of him. His eyes were so wide, so surprised yet so excited. “To me, everything is you, too.”

His eyes scanned yours for a moment before he released an incredulous, airy chuckle. He didn’t get the chance to say anything, however, as your lips met his for the first time and the world melted away.

word count: 3.3k ☀️ posted: 12 • 05 • 2023

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Thank you so much for the request! I truly, truly enjoyed writing this for you. I just sat here and the words just kept flowing and flowing and I just couldn't stop, so I hope you enjoy it! (Side note though: I'm sorry if this a bit darker for your taste, I read it back and was like 'yikes, didn't mean to start off like that'.)

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i was wondering if i could request a hurt/comfort fic with minho and gn reader? where the reader is struggling financially (for whatever reason) and minho wants to help them but they're hesitant, being ashamed of their problems.

if its too much then its completely fine !! take care, sending you lots of love<3

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pairing: minho x gender neutral reader

content warnings: hurt/comfort, death of a sibling, grief, mentions of an orphaned child, financial struggles, christmas

rating: 13+

summary: following the devastating death of your sister, you find yourself navigating a world that throws you into the deep end of piling bills and worries that you were unsure of how to handle.

The empty locket in your hand had never felt so heavy, the silver bee engraved onto the front seemed to somehow come to life the longer you stared through the blur of unshed tears. Your entire body shivered as you sat on the front steps of the hospital, white smoke forming with every breath exhaled though none of this was something that pained you as much as the loss of your sister. The thought of returning home, where her small son had slept for the past six months since his mother was admitted to the ICU was something you simply could not bear. It was unthinkable. He was too young to know pain, your chest burned with anguish as your mind echoed the last hour in excruciating detail and tears rolled down your cheeks as a wail ripped through you. 

People stared and your phone buzzed incessantly in your pocket but you hardly noticed any of it. Your throat ached from your screams of despair that only stopped when someone placed their tender hands on your shoulders, the ones you didn’t need to look to know who it was because the only person brave enough to touch you in this state would only be Minho – your lover and source of support for the past year. His touch alone reduced you to hiccups as you melted into his embrace. 

“She’s gone!” You sobbed, finding it difficult to breathe. Minho tightened his arms that wrapped around you, you could vaguely feel him shaking as he, too, grieved your sister’s death. “This isn’t fair! It’s not fair! She had no right!”

“I know, my love, I know.” 

“What am I going to tell her son?” You moaned, heart tightening at the thought. “He’s too young to really understand why he’s never going to see his mom again…how will I explain?”

He was rocking you gently as a weak attempt to calm your disconsolate state. “We can figure it out later, he’s sleeping at Chan’s place right now so we have time to think about it. I’ll be with you, so you’re not doing it alone.” 

Tears were no longer streaming down your face, eyes instead glued on the snow covering what had once been the greenest grass you’d ever seen. The world around you began to fade away as you felt yourself becoming numb – barely even able to feel Minho’s grip on you as your cries weakened to sniffles. 

“Baby? Where did you go?” Minho’s voice was the softest you’d ever heard it. 

You glanced around, briefly taking note of the people who stood around watching the scene of your grief. “She had no right,” you mumbled almost to yourself. “The holidays are next week…we were in the middle of making plans to bring the kids here to celebrate here with her. I don’t understand– she was fine just a second ago. She had no right. What will I say to the kids?”

Minho’s plump lips pressed against your temple and remained there for a good moment before he replaced his kiss with his forehead. “Your sister fought so hard, she tried so hard to get better, baby, and I know you know that.”

His words were like a stab in the chest, and a choked sob escaped you once more. A desperation like this was not something you’d felt before, and it was something you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemies. Your hand opened to reveal the empty locket she’d given you just a moment before her passing, she had asked you to wrap it up for her son as well as print a photo of the two of them together to place inside of the locket. She wanted him to always have her over his beautiful, beating heart no matter what became of her; and you’d scolded her for thinking so negatively, promising her that she would pull through and watch her own son grow up into a wonderful young man, but she’d only smiled at you with grief. Thinking back, you couldn’t help but wonder if she knew this would be the last time you’d see her alive. 

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It was still dark outside when you watched the drowsy employees open the front doors of the toy shop. Minho sat behind the steering wheel of his car, wide eyes gauging your reaction though you only glared forward. He’d tricked you into coming here, saying that he wanted you to walk in there and pick any and all the gifts you thought your nephew would enjoy without worrying about the prices – adding salt to injury. 

Over the last couple of days, you and Minho seemed to argue incessantly – mostly about financial matters. You were behind on bills, adding the costs of your sister’s stay at the hospital and the coming holidays you had desperately wanted to make the best of for your nephew and Minho kept insisting you to let him carry some of your burden, but you simply refused. Your nephew was left to you by your sister, and it would be a betrayal if you admitted that you were incapable of taking on such responsibility. Minho meant well, and you were very well aware, but you wished he would just let things go instead of being so infuriating like this. 

“Y/N, I know you’re upset–”

“Oh, you think so?” You couldn’t help but respond sarcastically with a scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “I told you I was going to figure things out, I don’t need your help.”

He was quiet for just a moment, visibly growing frustrated with you though trying to mostly keep it to himself. Your eyes remained glued to the entrance of the toy shop as you watched a few people walk in for some last minute shopping. 

“Baby, Christmas is in two days, and you still don’t have anything ready for him.”

“So? Plenty of people buy gifts the day before!”

Minho sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Y/N, do you really think that’s practical at all? I’m offering you a chance to make this a day that he remembers after all the shit he’s had to deal with. Why do you continue to fight me like I’m your enemy when it comes to things related to money? I’m on your side, and I thought you knew this. I have more than enough money to spare, I want to give it to you so that you both can live comfortably.”

“But I don’t need your money to take care of him and myself, Minho! My sister entrusted me with her son, and who would I be if I can’t even do that? If I have to depend on somebody else to do what she wanted me to do?” Your voice cracked slightly as a sob bubbled up, though you forced yourself to push it down. You were tired of crying, tired of arguing with your boyfriend, tired of seeing your nephew’s sorrowful face, tired of not being enough to fix everything. 

“Y/N, you wouldn’t be depending on me though,” he insisted stubbornly, causing you to roll your eyes in exasperation. “Baby, I think your sister would understand if you let me pay a few things here and there. You’re still working, you’re still doing everything else that you need to do to make sure he has the best life you can offer, you’re just letting me help you even if it’s a little bit. If anything, my love, your sister would appreciate you putting your pride aside for just once– just once, so that this sweet kid can have a good day opening presents. And no, I know these presents won’t fix anything, but it’ll make him temporarily happy, just long enough for you to figure out the therapist costs and everything. Don’t you think he deserves that? I am offering you a chance that not many people get, Y/N, you can walk in there and put everything you want without worrying about the prices. Please, let me help you on this if you won’t let me help you in anything else.”

His words circled around your brain, and you knew he was right despite how angry and uncomfortable the thought made you. So instead of saying anything, you unbuckle your seatbelt and hop out of his car before slamming the door behind you. You didn’t wait for him to walk inside together, your cheeks heated in shame as you wordlessly took on his offer. You hated this no matter what perspective you tried to look at it from, this is not how you wished you could care for your nephew, but if this is what it takes for him to thrive for now, so be it. Minho quickly fell into step with you as you fetched a cart, a grin very clear and wide on his face which only made you scowl. 

After a few moments, though, you heard him sigh beside you as he grabbed you by the elbow so you’d stop and turn to look at him. “Please, don’t be like this. I keep telling you, Y/N, I am on your side. All I want is for you to share your burdens with me, especially if I have the means to help you. I love you, and it would be selfish if I just stood on the sidelines as you struggled like this. Me helping you doesn’t make you anything less than a fierce person who puts their family first, you’re strong and resourceful, you’re always fighting everyone and everything in order to move forward – you must be so exhausted. Let me fight some of your battles every now and then, just until you can stand on your own again. I’m not here to take care of every single hardship, I’m not here to take control of anything. I’m just here to help my soulmate out sometimes and I don’t think that’s a sin, is it?”

You said nothing at first, only sighing before pressing your forehead onto his chest in defeat. He chuckled lightly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into the familiar warmth of his embrace. 

“Today, I’m helping you with the presents, and tomorrow we can figure out something that helps but doesn’t overstep any boundaries you might have, how’s that sound? I could be the one to bring groceries every week, I’ll be happy with only being responsible for that while you continue paying for everything else like you want to, yeah?”

A muffled groan made it past your lips before you pulled away to look up at him. “I’m so lucky to have you, Minho. I don’t know what I did to end up here, but I’m happy you’re on my side.”

He smiled at you tenderly, cupping your face with both hands and caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. “I will always be on your side, I can promise you that. I adore the two of you, and I want to stay here for a long, long time.”

The words were barely out of his mouth before your lips crashed onto his. You were still uncomfortable with the idea of having someone else take part of your financial burdens, but you also knew that you were in safe hands with him. You trusted Minho, and the thought alone made your heart flutter. 

word count: 1.8k 🎄 posted: 12 • 07 • 2023

💬 a note from green;

Okay, so this one really had me thinking! When I received your ask, I immediately knew it would be Christmas theme considering that we're already at that time of the year where we spend a whole lot of money on gifts for our loved ones. Also, it wouldn't be me if I didn't add a sprinkle of tragedy into my work.

Anyway, thank you for reading my work and I'm so happy you love it! Thank you for the challenge and the request! Sending you lots of love back!

P.S. I also love your writing <3

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Hihihihi!! Hru!

I was wondering if you could write a stray kids x 9th member!reader where their a a maknae and their family lives far away so chans kinda a father figure for them? Like he looks after her and helps her fall asleep when they’re struggling, and maybe in skz vlogs or codes fans can see how much of a father figure he is to them. Its okay if you can’t ilyy bye❤️❤️

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‧₊° pairing. chan x female reader ( platonically ! )

‧₊° content warnings. not proofread.

‧₊° rating. everyone

‧₊° summary. an episode of 2 kids’ show reveals just how deep your friendship with chan runs.

2 Kids’ Show has come to mean a lot for STAY, a fact that warmed your heart as you glanced around the set which was definitely an upgrade to the old yellow room with the blue couch, although the latter was a symbol of simpler times in a lot of ways. Still, the dingy feeling of a garage being occupied by a band was an aesthetic you hadn’t realized you’d appreciate this much.

Minho was already sitting on his assigned velvety green chair, a small stack of talking-point cards with the freshly designed logo of the show printed on the back in his hands as he waited for his cue to begin. Chan stood by your side, chatting lightly with his hairstylist as she ensured that his hair was perfect. You were already set and ready to begin, no trace of the tingling anxiety that usually plagued you before interviews and you knew it was because the only people you’d have to interact with were the very same people you spoke to daily — this was a relief to you these days.

“Okay!” The manager announced with a sharp clap of his hands in order to attract everyone’s attention. All of the staff quickly made their ways to their needed positions and the hairstylist Chan had been speaking to left him be. “Ready? Scene!”

“Where two kids share their secret stories and music, this is 2 Kids’ Show,” announced Minho, pausing for a moment for a light applause — to which you and Chan obliged albeit belatedly to tease your friend. Minho’s eyes playfully narrowed in your and Chan’s direction, though he quickly moved on with a smile. “I am 2 Kids’ Show’s handsome MC, Lee Know.”

You cupped your hands around your mouth to cheer exaggeratedly, overcompensating for the lack of an enthusiastic applause just a moment prior. Minho winced away from you even with the distance between the two of you. “You were scolding Hyunjin and Jeongin before, you don’t have any grounds to complain saying I don’t cheer now!”

“I do have a complaint actually, you’re being too loud! It hurts my ears!” Minho rolled his eyes playfully before glancing back at the cards in his hands with an amused smile. “Anyway, as you can see, today we have a special pair with us — Stray Kids’ wolf and bumblebee duo that STAY have always loved. To me, they’re a good representation of an endearing friendship, our oldest and youngest members — Chan and Y/N!”

Chan pressed a hand on your lower back to urge you forward, and you let yourself be guided by him with a practiced bright grin as you waved at your group member. You end up seated in between the two men, quickly grabbing one of the cushions of the couch and placing it on your lap out of habit. Chan followed suit, but only so he could fiddle with the fuzz.

“It’s so strange seeing you as our MC,” you commented lightly.

“Is it? Good or bad?”

You shrug innocently. “I guess we’re going to have to wait and see!”

“Careful,” Minho teased with an exaggerated ominous grin. “I’m the one leading this interview.”

Chan chuckled beside you, though he remained quiet otherwise.

“Okay! Chan and Y/N how have you two been lately?”

You glance over at Chan, unsure of whether he should begin speaking of you, but he made the choice for you as he absentmindedly nodded at you whilst keeping his eyes glued on the pillow. With an understanding nod, you clear your throat and turn to face Minho. Chan has been a bit on the quieter side, evidently exhausted by the grueling hours of work and the pressure of the recent comeback almost weighing him down slightly — although he would never admit it. “I’ve been pretty good, actually. Yesterday was my day off, so I was able to tend to my plants at home.”

“Oh, how are they?”

A frown tugged at yourself, pushing your lower lip into a frown. “Titi, my tradescantia died, which was really sad since it’d managed to live so long. They’re really difficult to keep alive since they require a lot of water, and I’ve heard how often they tend to die so I was very proud of myself when I managed to keep it for a bit despite our busy schedule.”

“Oh, Titi died?” Chan questioned, highly surprised by this new piece of information. It wasn’t uncommon for you to call or text him whenever one of your plants died since you had a deep love for them and always took their ends straight to your heart — it was a failure you couldn’t bring yourself to forgive, and it always made you work harder with the next plant. Not to say that you didn’t have a green thumb, your experience caring for them since childhood was more than enough proof of your abilities, but death comes to all and yet it hurts nevertheless. Titi in particular had been struggling for quite a bit despite your constant attempts to make things better for her, and by the time you found her completely lifeless in your pot, you were painfully aware of Chan being asleep after spending all night awake.

“Yeah,” you confirmed with a slightly guilty smile. “It was quite tragic, actually. But my gardenia flowers have just started blooming a few days ago, and I’m really excited to see them in their prime. It’s also nerve-wracking because they’re also said to be extremely difficult to maintain and I really don’t want to deal with another Titi. Since I don’t have an actual garden in a subtropical country, I had to invest in a container so I can control the temperature. They’re actually said to thrive really well with moderate warmth that is somewhere between 18°C and 21°C and their soil must be kept consistently moist at all times and also —”

Minho splayed his hands in front of himself to signal for you to stop, and so you snapped your mouth shut as a slight tinge of color rose to your cheeks. “You know we love you, and I will ask you about this after the interview. But we should probably move on with the questions.”

“Right. Sorry.”

Chan chuckled a bit, reaching out to rub your back in small circles to soothe you like he always did. Minho, catching the kind gesture, grinned brightly and pointed at Chan’s hand that stopped immediately when caught.

“That’s actually one of the things we wanted to talk about here,” Minho announced with a slight glint of mischief. “I think it’ll be okay if I jump a few questions now that we’re on the topic and then circle back to the others, right?”

The three of you glanced at your manager and director, both of whom nodded and motioned for Minho to continue. Chan drew his hand back, focusing on the pillow once more.

“Right, so I think we’re all guilty of watching some of the videos that STAYs make online. I for one find them to be very entertaining, but I also noticed that there’s a greater amount of content made of you two — a lot of people really admire your friendship, so how’s that looking so far?”

This time, you nudged Chan’s knee with your own. He glanced up and cleared his own throat. “I love watching those videos, honestly. I think it’s really interesting to see how many STAYs can appreciate it. I know Y/N and I have been through a lot together and it really makes me appreciate her even more these days.”

“Channie,” you teased. “You make it sound like we’re dating.”

“I was just about to say! Right?” Minho burst out, chuckling as Chan rolled his eyes. It’s a joke as old as time, really, and it couldn’t be further from the truth — no matter how many fans believe it to be true. You didn’t blame those who viewed you and Chan as something more than friends, however, because everyone is entitled to their own opinions when it really comes down to it, and it’s a consequence of being an idol that you needed to embrace regardless of how frustrating it could be at times. All that being said, you and the boys have found a way to bring humor into the whole thing, which oftentimes makes it easier to deal with.

As Chan reached across from your body to swat at Minho with his pillow, you couldn’t help but giggle. “Anyway,” he continued as he sent his friend a pointed look. “I just think that after being friends for so long, it’s natural for us to become as close as we are. Besides, Y/N always needs me, which makes me very happy.”

His words seemed to warm every cell in your body, these thoughts of his were not new to you since it was something that he frequently mentioned during those late nights spent either working or having a drink together. It was the mere thought of you making him feel as wanted as you knew he deserved to feel that made you content, it was the least you could do for him when he sacrificed so much for everyone in the group on a daily basis.

“I think we’ve earned the right to be this close.” Minho cocked his head to the side, silently urging you to elaborate on your comment. “I mean, I’m not born or raised in Korea like most of the other members are, and the only ones who could really understand what it meant to be homesick were him and Felix. Oftentimes, I would find myself in bed just wide awake because I couldn’t help but obsess over my troubles. Every time my mind was just spinning like that, I knew I could count on Chan, to calm me down.

It’s especially sweet, too, because we all know Chan is a bit of a workaholic, but whenever someone needs him he just…stops and turns all of his focus on us and it made me feel very seen. He listens, and offers his own insights and is just like the big brother I always need around. Usually those nights end with us in the living room, and I’ll fall asleep to the sounds of his keyboards click-clacking as he continues working. Chan just has that soothing aura that helps so much.”

Chan could only watch as you spoke about him, those mini stars that only seemed to appear when watching his members. You held his gaze for only a moment, hoping he could feel the sincerity oozing from your expression.

“I think it’s safe to say that STAYs really do see that.” Minho was leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees, lips curled up into a soft lopsided smile as he watched the interaction between the two. All of the members shared their own special friendships with you that you adored and appreciated with every fiber of your being, but the fact that Chan was your platonic soulmate was an undeniable fact. “The fact that Y/N is our maknae also probably plays a part in this friendship. Chan, has there ever been a time in which Y/N felt like she was older?”

After a moment of careful consideration, Chan responded with: “I think Y/N can be very nurturing when she wants to be. She’s always making sure that I’ve drank enough water and she often brings me meals when she can because I do spend an awful lot of time working. But other than that, she’s still very much a big baby — OW!”

Your hand stung slightly from when you smacked his arm, guilt seeped into your smile since you hadn’t meant for it to hurt that much. Nevertheless, you stood your ground.

“Would a big baby be that strong?”

Minho chuckled at the scene. “I think you’re proving him right, though.”

“I’ll hit you too, you know.’

“Okay, okay, let us move on from this before you start getting all violent.” Although he was partly teasing, Minho was not a stranger to your slaps that always hit harder than you’d mean to, as though you were a large puppy that didn’t know its strength. “Y/N, has Chan ever felt like he was younger?”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t even think about it,” Chan chortled.

“Don’t have to,” you said with a wicked grin curling up your lips. “He’s a big baby when he doesn’t get any attention and also when he’s sick.”

At this, Minho burst out laughing. “No, you’re right. She’s right.”

It was now Chan’s turn to let his hand fly and make contact with your arm, though his slap was significantly lighter than yours. You still pretended to be distressed due to the pain, clutching the area that he touched and twisting your face in mock suffering.

The questions on Minho’s talking-point cards continued rolling off of his tongue as the interview carried on. It was a time that, had the goal truly been to cover every single aspect of yours and Chan’s relationship, it’d never end. He was the kind of guy you trusted with everything, and you knew he felt the same way towards you. Bang Chan was your best friend, the brother you always needed, and your guide when in the darkness. By the time the cameras stopped rolling almost immediately after your collaborative singing in the end, the promise of buying lunch was on the tip of your tongue as you jogged to catch with his wider footsteps.

word count: 2.2k 🦋 posted: 01 • 03 • 2024

💬 a note from green;

First of all, Happy New Years! Hope it’s 2024 is being kind to everyone thus far.

Secondly, thank you for the request my dear Anonnie! I really hope this is good, I’ve never written anything about a ninth member, much less in a platonic way so I struggled slightly on how to do it. I’m gonna be very honest right now and say that I am not a platonic anything haha, my girlfriend (who found my account recently) will tell you that much. We did a lot of “platonic” shit before we finally admitted that we were, in fact, not being platonic at all. So, yeah. I do love a challenge so I really appreciate it!

Finally, I’m finally feeling better! All I have is a mild cough, nothing too bad compared to what I was dealing before so be ready for more posts!

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🎇 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 ( stray kids )

❛ You and your lover, Changbin, explore the depths of your relationship through an intimate art session, where Changbin’s skin becomes your canvas for emotional expression.

𝐬𝐞𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧 + g. neutral reader ೯ ( 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 ) 2.8k

꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ This piece was requested a while ago by my beloved mootie, Merin! It was such a sweet prompt, honestly, and I am really happy with how it came out. Requests are currently open! I hope you guys enjoy, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: MDNI, Established relationship, Y/N is afraid of initiating any kind of intimacy, I would consider this to be vague smut — maybe it should be labeled as suggestive? Probably not actually, romantic sex, making a mess with wet paint during sex, descriptions of anxiety, let me know if I missed anything!

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 )

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“You have to turn around or I won’t do it,” you huff with feigned annoyance, a thin veil over your mounting anxiety. The words come out sharper than intended, a desperate attempt to mask the tremor in your voice. Changbin pouts, his lower lip jutting out in a way that’s both endearing and maddening, but he complies, turning his back to you. The playful pout is a façade, a small rebellion against the uncertainty that lingers in the air between you.

He had asked you to use him as a canvas, an unusual request that was meant to surprise and unsettle you. The idea was simple in theory but fraught with emotional complexity. During your free time, painting was your solace, a means to escape into a world where you could create beauty out of nothing. You were accustomed to painting on your own skin, using it as a blank slate for your artistic expression. But this situation was different. Changbin, your lover, was not just a body; he was a living, breathing embodiment of your deepest feelings and insecurities. His presence was electric, a constant reminder of the power he wielded over you with the slightest glance or touch.

The mere thought of painting Changbin was both thrilling and terrifying. His skin, normally the subject of your artistic fantasies, now became the canvas upon which your emotions would be laid bare. Each brushstroke would be an intimate declaration, a blend of color and sensation that went beyond mere artistry. The stakes felt incredibly high, and the vulnerability you felt was almost overwhelming. It wasn't just about the painting; it was about the raw, unspoken exchange of trust and affection that came with it. As you prepared your paints and brushes, the flutter in your chest spoke louder than words, a testament to the profound impact Changbin had on your life.

Eventually, all of your painting supplies were meticulously arranged, a testament to your preparation and anticipation. The array of colors and brushes, each placed with care, awaits the moment when they will come to life. Despite Changbin’s back being turned to you, despite the full control you have over this artistic endeavor, and despite the gentle, tender nature that defines him, an inescapable fear grips you tightly. It’s a fear that seems to rise with each breath you take, a curse that has followed you through the months of your relationship, even after four years of friendship.

You still find it nearly impossible to initiate any form of intimacy, a struggle that feels like a heavy weight on your heart. Changbin, ever perceptive and understanding, is acutely aware of your struggle. You can't help but wonder if this request to be your canvas was his way of gently nudging you past your barriers, a subtle invitation to confront your fears. The sight of his toned, bare back, illuminated by the golden sunlight streaming through your windows, is almost too breathtaking to bear. The natural light caresses his skin, highlighting the contours and making him look like a living masterpiece.

You reach for the paintbrush with a hesitant hand, your fingers trembling despite your best efforts to steady them. Each brushstroke will be a step toward bridging the gap between your fears and your desires. The internal turmoil roiling within you feels almost insurmountable, yet Changbin remains a pillar of patience and quiet support. His silence is filled with anticipation, a silent encouragement that heightens the intensity of the moment. As you begin, his breath hitches, a subtle reminder of the vulnerability and trust that this act of painting symbolizes.

“Don’t think, love,” Changbin murmurs softly, his voice a gentle whisper that seems to float in the space between you. There is a delicate fear in his tone, as if the very act of raising his voice might shatter the fragile bubble of intimacy you both are nestled within. His words are meant to soothe, to gently guide you through the swirling maelstrom of anxiety that threatens to engulf you. “Let your hand decide what to do first, like it does with every other painting.”

His encouragement is tender, a quiet plea for you to relinquish the hold of overthinking and simply trust in your own instincts. The way he addresses you, with such care and understanding, reveals his deep awareness of your inner struggle. The idea of allowing your hand to move freely, unburdened by conscious thought, is both comforting and daunting. It’s a call to embrace the organic flow of creativity, to let your artistic instincts take the lead just as they do with every other canvas.

In his gentle insistence, there is an underlying promise of safety and acceptance, a reassurance that you are not alone in this moment. His soft voice, laden with affection, is a beacon that guides you through your hesitation, offering a pathway to overcome the fear that clutches at your heart. As you absorb his words, you feel a shift within, a subtle easing of the tension as you prepare to let your hands move with the grace and freedom that Changbin so patiently encourages.

You exhale shakily, a soft, uneven breath escaping your lips as you close your eyes for a fleeting moment. The brief respite is a small sanctuary from the storm of emotions raging within you. With a deep, albeit hesitant, breath, you allow the brush to make its tentative contact with his back. The sensation is both thrilling and disconcerting, a tangible reminder of the intimacy you’re trying to navigate.

Your heart pounds erratically, lodged firmly in your throat, as if each beat is a protest against the simplicity of the act. The sensation of the brush against his skin is strangely overwhelming, and you can’t help but feel a touch of absurdity at the intensity of your reaction. The thought strikes you with a sting: why should something so seemingly simple provoke such a profound response?

You frown at the self-criticism, a mix of frustration and self-doubt clouding your thoughts. The very act that should be a natural extension of your creativity now feels like an insurmountable barrier. You remain frozen in place, the brush hovering delicately against his back, your mind tangled in a web of conflicting emotions and the weight of your own insecurities.

“First contact, good,” Changbin says softly, his voice filled with genuine warmth and encouragement. His praise, though directed at the simplest of actions, carries a weight of sincerity that pierces through your anxieties. The way he acknowledges your effort with such kindness and appreciation makes your heart swell with a mix of emotions.

Each word of praise from him feels like a tender caress, a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. It’s as if his approval alone has the power to lift the heaviness from your shoulders. Yet, amidst the comfort of his support, a pang of sorrow tugs at your heart. You can’t help but feel that Changbin, with his unwavering patience and boundless kindness, is deserving of so much more than you can offer.

The realization settles heavily within you: he is too good, too pure, and his affection for you only highlights the depth of your own insecurities. The disparity between his gentle, unselfish nature and your own self-doubt feels almost unbearable. As you grapple with the bittersweet ache of his praise, the profound sense of his worth and the feeling of inadequacy intertwine, leaving you with a lingering ache for him and the love you fear you might not fully deserve.

“I can’t do this,” you sniff, your voice trembling as you pull the brush away from his back. The words are more a cry of frustration than a simple admission of difficulty. Your hands feel unsteady, and the weight of your own insecurities feels almost too much to bear in this moment of vulnerability.

Changbin remains motionless, his presence a steady, reassuring anchor in the midst of your turmoil. Despite your agitation, he does not waver. His voice cuts through your self-doubt with a calm and unwavering reassurance. “You did good, love, you made the first contact — now keep going.”

His encouragement is gentle, yet insistent, a soft nudge to continue despite the internal resistance that threatens to pull you away. The words carry an undercurrent of faith and support, a reminder that progress has been made and that there is a path forward. Changbin’s steadiness provides a counterbalance to the storm of emotions within you, his calm demeanor a beacon of hope as you grapple with the feeling of inadequacy. His trust in your abilities and his unwavering patience offer a precious glimmer of confidence, urging you to overcome the hesitation and embrace the next step.

You found yourself caught between two conflicting desires: the longing to touch him, to feel the warmth and softness of his skin beneath your fingertips, and the impulse to abandon the entire exercise in a wave of self-doubt. It was a precarious balance, and every moment felt fraught with the tension of your inner struggle. Yet, it was Changbin’s gentle, affirming praise that kept you tethered, a constant reassurance that dispelled the doubts threatening to hold you back. His words, tender and encouraging, provided a steady anchor amidst the churning sea of your uncertainties.

Changbin’s beauty, so striking and profound, seemed almost overwhelming in its intensity. The sight of him, so effortlessly captivating, made it difficult to process your own emotions. The paintbrush in your hand danced across his back with a new fervor, as if guided by an unseen force. The vibrant hues of oranges and yellows spilled across his skin, transforming his usually plain canvas into a vibrant display of color and emotion. The image you painted was a burst of fireworks, a visual symphony meant to capture the depth of the feelings he stirred within you.

Occasionally, your free hand would find its way to his back, a tentative gesture that spoke volumes more than words could. It was a gesture of closeness and reassurance, a small but significant effort to bridge the gap between your hesitations and his unwavering support. Each touch was a deliberate step towards overcoming your fears for his sake. As you put the final touches on the painting, a sense of accomplishment washed over you. The work, now complete, was a testament to the emotions Changbin had evoked and a reflection of the journey you had navigated together.

After admiring and praising your work through the bathroom mirror, Changbin returned to kneel before you, a look of dazed contentment lingering in his eyes. The intimate moment you’d shared while painting him had left an imprint on him, and it was evident in the softened, reverent way he now regarded you. His voice, barely more than a murmur, was tinged with a gentle, almost reverential tone as he took your hands in his and requested you to touch his face.

The intensity of his gaze was nearly too much to bear, a silent plea that seemed to pierce through your defenses. You almost refused, the weight of his unspoken emotions making it difficult to act. In a bid to soften the moment and manage your own trepidation, you asked him to close his eyes. His response was immediate and graceful, a serene smile playing at the corners of his lips as he complied with your request.

Your hands trembled slightly as you lifted them to cup his face, the act both intimate and nerve-wracking. The contact was met with an immediate reaction — a shiver that coursed through his body, a physical manifestation of the deep emotional connection that had been kindled between you. The sensation of his warm skin under your trembling fingers was both grounding and electrifying, a testament to the vulnerability and trust that had been shared in this quiet, tender moment.

The shoulders were your next focus, and your fingertips traced their contours with a delicate touch, as light as a feather. Each movement was deliberate, a gentle exploration that sent ripples of sensation across Changbin's skin. You watched intently as goosebumps emerged, spreading across his body in response to your touch. Despite the palpable reaction, his eyes remained closed, a gesture of trust that deepened the intimacy of the moment.

Changbin's hands rested calmly on his knees as he continued to kneel before you, his posture a silent testament to his patience and willingness. He didn’t shift or flinch, his stillness adding to the weight of the moment. It was an experience that was both terrifying and exhilarating, a profound blend of emotions that left you on edge and in awe.

As you allowed your hands to move freely, a newfound sense of power and connection emerged. You ventured across his chest, tracing the ridges of his biceps and the smooth planes of his belly. Each touch was a discovery, a chance to map the landscape of his body and to feel the subtle changes in his breathing and muscle tension. The freedom to explore his skin, to feel the warmth and texture under your hands, was both a privilege and a revelation, marking a deepening of the bond you shared.

Eventually, a surge of bravery propelled you forward, and you allowed your lips to gently meet his. The contact was electric, an immediate and fervent exchange as he responded to your kiss with equal passion. Changbin sighed contentedly into your mouth, his lips moving with a depth and intensity that mirrored the emotions swirling between you. You surrendered to the warmth and connection of the moment, letting him lead the kiss as you immerse yourself in the shared intimacy.

As the kiss deepened, the atmosphere shifted, and soon the two of you found yourselves on the ground. The transition was both spontaneous and fluid, a natural progression of the intimate exchange that had begun with your kiss. In the heat of the moment, your hands, which had once traced delicate patterns on his back, now inadvertently smeared the artwork you had so carefully created. The paint, which had once been a canvas of emotions, was now spread across both your bodies.

Your hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of his skin, while he moved with a rhythm that was both euphoric and synchronistic. The paint became an unwitting participant in your passion, staining your bodies as you both lost yourselves in the ecstasy of the experience. The ground beneath you was forgotten, replaced by the intense connection and shared vulnerability that defined the moment.

His rhythmic movements were a symphony of whispered confessions of love, each tender murmur sending your mind drifting away on a cloud of pure pleasure. The combination of his words and actions created an overwhelming yet exhilarating sensation that filled every corner of your consciousness. Each whisper was a thread weaving into the fabric of your shared ecstasy, intensifying the connection between you.

The melodies of your intertwined breaths and muted moans became the only sounds that reverberated through your apartment, a private concert of intimacy and passion. The room was enveloped in the hushed symphony of your bodies moving together, a melody of love and desire that seemed to echo off the walls.

A thin layer of sweat formed a glistening sheen on both of your skins, the evidence of your fervent connection. The last rays of the setting sun cast a warm, fading light that mingled with the dimming hues of night, creating a soft glow that highlighted the tender vulnerability of the moment. As the daylight surrendered to the encroaching darkness, the scene became a portrait of intimate beauty, a snapshot of a night filled with profound emotional and physical connection.

It was no surprise when you both reached the pinnacle of your shared experience simultaneously. The strained, almost primal sounds that escaped you both were a testament to the overwhelming, all-consuming pleasure that enveloped you. The intensity of the moment was almost too much to bear, a crescendo of sensation and emotion that left you breathless.

Amidst the euphoria, the purity of the love you had just shared became palpable, stirring emotions so deep that tears began to roll down your cheeks. Each tear was a manifestation of the profound connection and overwhelming affection you felt for him. Your heart ached with a fierce love, and you found yourself wanting to express it with every fiber of your being.

He responded to your silent confession with words of his own, his voice tender and filled with sincerity. As he kissed away each tear that stained your cheeks, his eyes held a softness that you had never seen before, a gentle radiance that spoke of the depth of his feelings. A tender smile curved at his lips, amplifying the beauty of the moment. His presence was nothing short of devastatingly beautiful, and in that intimate, vulnerable space, you felt a profound sense of gratitude and disbelief at your fortune. To have a lover so deeply attuned to you, so wonderfully perfect in your eyes, was a gift you could scarcely believe you had received.

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❛ After fainting during a photography class outing, you're tenderly cared for by a seemingly cold classmate, Seungmin, leading to an unexpected and heartwarming connection between the two of you.

𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧 + gender neutral reader ೯ ( 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 )

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Descriptions of being overheated, anxiety, and fainting, let me know if I missed anything!

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 )

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The summer sun blazed with an intensity that bordered on cruelty, its golden rays casting a relentless furnace upon the cityscape. The air shimmered with the heat, every street and alley seemingly wincing under the oppressive glare. The heavens above were a fierce, unyielding expanse of cerulean, devoid of mercy or shade.

Amidst this searing trial, you navigated the urban labyrinth, your every step a testament to perseverance. Your digital camera, a faithful companion clutched in your hand, was your shield against the unrelenting heat. It was your instrument for capturing moments of beauty amid the starkness of summer’s tyranny.

As you trailed behind your classmates, each one a silhouette against the blistering backdrop, your gaze flitted with restless anticipation. You wandered through the city streets, your eyes seeking fragments of inspiration to breathe life into your assignment. The buildings rose around you like silent, stoic sentinels, their facades glistening with a harsh, metallic sheen. In the shimmering distance, you hoped for the elusive spark that would transform the mundane into something extraordinary.

The chatter of your classmates had long faded into a mere whisper, a distant hum that barely registered in the periphery of your consciousness. Conversations ebbed and flowed like an unremarkable current, a symphony of voices blending into a soft, indistinguishable murmur. Yet, this isolation was not an anomaly but a chosen retreat, a familiar haven you embraced with quiet contentment.

Surrounded by the bustling dynamics of camaraderie and friendship, you stood apart, an island of introspection amidst a sea of social engagement. It wasn't that you were unfriendly or aloof; your laughter often mingled with theirs, your voice joining the chorus of shared jokes and light-hearted banter before and after the structured rhythm of class. But when the subject turned to the art that captivated your soul, a transformation occurred.

Photography, to you, was not just a hobby but a profound and passionate pursuit. It demanded your full attention, a devotion that bordered on reverence. Your camera was not merely a tool but an extension of your vision, a conduit through which you sought to capture the world’s hidden beauty. The play of light and shadow, the fleeting expressions on faces, the intricate details of everyday objects—all of these were fragments of a larger, more intricate tapestry that you sought to weave with each click of the shutter.

In those moments, the world around you faded into soft focus, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your art. The bonds of friendship, though cherished, were momentarily set aside, replaced by a singular concentration that sharpened your senses and heightened your awareness. This solitary journey through the realm of photography was your sanctuary, a place where you found solace and inspiration in equal measure.

The only other person in this class who might share your penchant for solitude was Kim Seungmin. He, too, seemed to navigate the world with an air of quiet detachment. Yet, there were differences in how each of you manifested this introversion. While you made a concerted effort to connect with those around you—engaging in brief conversations and sharing moments of camaraderie when class was not in session—Seungmin was an enigma, a shadow that flitted away the moment the lecture ended.

Seungmin's presence in the classroom was a paradox of visibility and invisibility. He was always the first to arrive, slipping into the room with the quiet grace of dawn's first light. Despite his punctuality, he maintained a palpable distance from the rest of the group, an invisible barrier that set him apart. His demeanor, while not unfriendly, exuded a clear message of preference for solitude.

During the lulls and intermissions, when the classroom would usually be filled with animated discussions and the laughter of budding friendships, Seungmin could be found in a corner, absorbed in his own world. His fingers danced nimbly over his camera, adjusting settings, capturing candid moments, or meticulously reviewing his shots. At other times, he would be engrossed in his phone, the screen's glow reflecting the deep concentration etched on his face.

To you, Seungmin was a mystery, a puzzle wrapped in layers of quiet introspection. There was a certain allure in his aloofness, a silent invitation to unravel the story behind his reserved exterior. Yet, you never dared to cross the unspoken boundary that he had set. His solitary nature, so akin to your own, commanded a respect that you were unwilling to breach.

Seungmin remained a figure of curiosity, a fellow traveler on the path of photographic artistry who chose a parallel yet distinctly separate route. His quiet presence was a reminder of the myriad ways one could navigate the delicate dance between isolation and connection.

Despite his reserved and enigmatic demeanor, Seungmin possessed a rare and extraordinary talent for photography. His artistry behind the lens was nothing short of breathtaking, a fact that did not go unnoticed by anyone, least of all the professor. At the conclusion of each class, a ritual unfolded: the professor would meticulously review everyone's photographs, sifting through the myriad of images to select the ones that stood out the most. Without fail, Seungmin's work consistently earned a place among the top five, a testament to his remarkable skill.

Each of Seungmin's photographs was a revelation, an abstract masterpiece that captured the world through a uniquely creative lens. His ability to see beyond the ordinary and delve into the depths of the abstract added a layer of profound beauty to his images. Where others might see a simple street scene or a mundane object, Seungmin uncovered hidden dimensions and intricate patterns, transforming the mundane into the extraordinary.

His compositions were a symphony of light and shadow, each frame meticulously crafted to evoke emotion and provoke thought. There was an unmistakable depth to his work, a silent narrative that spoke volumes without uttering a single word. The interplay of colors, the juxtaposition of textures, and the harmony of forms all coalesced into visual poetry, each photograph a verse in the grand tapestry of his artistic vision.

The professor, a seasoned connoisseur of photographic art, often marveled at Seungmin's ability to convey such profound beauty through his images. His praise, though sparing, was always effusive when it came to Seungmin's work. "A true artist," he would often muse, holding up one of Seungmin's photos for the class to admire. "His eye for detail and his innovative approach are truly remarkable."

Seungmin's talent was unmistakable, a beacon of brilliance that shone through the veil of his quiet, self-imposed solitude. Each photograph was a testament to his exceptional ability to capture the essence of the world around him, a gift that set him apart and elevated him to the ranks of the truly gifted. In his hands, the camera became not just a tool but a portal to a realm of infinite beauty and wonder.

The dryness in your mouth abruptly pulled you from the intricate web of thoughts weaving around your enigmatic classmate, who now lingered at the back of the group, his camera poised to capture yet another fleeting moment. The parched sensation nagged at you, growing more insistent with each passing second. You reluctantly tore your gaze away from Seungmin, reaching into your backpack in search of your water bottle.

As your fingers fumbled through the contents of your bag, your eyes remained vigilant, scanning your surroundings to ensure you wouldn’t stumble over any unexpected obstacles. The bustling city around you was a blur of movement and color, but you couldn’t afford to let your guard down, not even for a moment.

Finally, your hand closed around the cool plastic of your water bottle. Relief washed over you, but it was short-lived. Your heart skipped a beat when you unscrewed the cap and peered inside, only to find a single, solitary sip left. The realization that your meager supply of water was almost depleted sent a ripple of anxiety through your chest. The class was far from over, and the sweltering heat showed no signs of relenting.

A wave of apprehension washed over you, prickling at your chest like tiny, invisible needles. You finished the last sip, the tepid water doing little to quench your thirst, and tried to steady your racing thoughts. With a shaky breath, you reassured yourself that you could endure the remaining time. Surely, there would be a place nearby where you could refill your bottle.

Determined not to let the anxiety take hold, you pressed on, reminding yourself that the city was vast and filled with countless opportunities. Somewhere among the winding streets and towering buildings, an oasis of hydration awaited. All you had to do was stay focused and keep an eye out for that small but vital reprieve.

The merciless sun, as if sensing your growing anxiety, seemed to blaze even hotter, its relentless rays wrapping you in a suffocating embrace. Beads of sweat clung to your skin in a sticky shimmer, making each movement feel laborious and sluggish. Despite the discomfort, you forced yourself to focus on the task at hand. Your eyes roamed the cityscape, seeking inspiration amidst the familiar charm of the urban sprawl.

You recalled the instructions given by your professor before the class set out on this journey. Find something that has two textures that contrast each other, and find a way to make them complement each other in your photo. It seemed a simple enough directive, especially considering the rich tapestry of your surroundings. Yet, the sun's unyielding assault made concentration an arduous endeavor.

As you navigated the bustling streets, your gaze flitted over the varied textures that adorned the city. Rough, weathered brick walls stood in stark contrast to the sleek, reflective surfaces of modern glass buildings. The interplay between the old and the new, the rugged and the refined, offered endless possibilities for your photographic assignment. But the oppressive heat made it difficult to hold onto any coherent thought for long.

The thirst that had been barely quenched earlier resurfaced with a vengeance, its gnawing intensity magnified by the knowledge that your water bottle was now empty. Your mouth felt as dry as the arid pavement beneath your feet, and each swallow seemed to scrape against a parched throat. Anxiety prickled at the edges of your consciousness, threatening to overwhelm your resolve.

You scanned the area for potential sources of relief, hoping to spot a fountain, a café, or any place where you could refill your bottle. The city, though familiar, seemed an endless expanse under the punishing sun. Every step felt heavier, the weight of your camera pressing down on you like a leaden reminder of your mission.

Yet, amidst the discomfort and the thirst, you remained determined. You sought the contrasting textures your professor had described, letting your eyes linger on the juxtaposition of smooth marble and rough concrete, or the way a delicate flower pushed through a crack in the asphalt. There was beauty to be found here, even in the harshest of conditions.

With a deep breath, you resolved to keep going, trusting that your perseverance would lead you to both the perfect shot and the much-needed water. The city, with all its contrasts and complexities, held the promise of discovery, if only you could endure a little longer.

"It’s so hot," you vaguely heard a classmate complain, her voice barely cutting through the heavy, sweltering air as she fanned herself with a weary hand. The others nodded in weary agreement, their faces etched with the shared misery of enduring the relentless sun. "We should all go for some ice cream after this," she suggested, a hint of hope sparking briefly in her eyes.

The idea of ice cream, cool and refreshing, was undeniably appealing. Yet, you didn’t dare voice your thoughts. The fear of worsening your situation held your tongue, a silent specter of anxiety that kept you from speaking up. As you glanced around at your classmates, their faces blurred by the heat, a flicker of desperation ignited within you.

You tried to remember if you had informed anyone about your fainting spells, but your mind drew a blank. The memories were elusive, slipping through your mental grasp like water through a sieve. The thought of revealing your vulnerability gnawed at you, and although you knew you should at least ask if anyone had spare water, your anxiety clung to you like a vice, rendering you silent at a moment when you needed help the most.

The world around you seemed to shimmer and waver in the oppressive heat, the vibrant colors of the city dulled by the haze of your growing discomfort. Your throat felt like sandpaper, each breath a laborious effort. The idea of speaking up, of asking for something as simple as water, felt insurmountable. Your classmates, though kind and considerate, seemed distant and unreachable in your moment of need.

Silent, you continued to endure, your thoughts a turbulent mix of desperation and fear. The sun beat down with unwavering intensity, each ray a reminder of your growing thirst and vulnerability. You scanned the faces around you, searching for a flicker of understanding, a sign that someone might notice your distress without you having to voice it.

But no such sign came. The conversations continued, the suggestions of ice cream and relief from the heat weaving through the group like a distant promise. You swallowed dryly, your silence a heavy burden, and resolved to press on. The city held the promise of respite somewhere, and you clung to the hope that you could find it before your strength gave out.

The more you pushed forward, the more acutely aware you became of the blood coursing through your veins. It was as if each heartbeat reverberated in your ears, amplifying the sense of impending dizziness. The city's vibrant energy seemed to swirl around you, the once steady ground beneath your feet now an unpredictable, undulating surface.

As the sensation of spinning grew more intense, you reluctantly allowed yourself to fall behind the group. You sought refuge against the cool, reassuring solidity of a nearby building, leaning against its weathered facade. Taking deep breaths, you tried to steady yourself, inhaling the warm, sun-baked air and exhaling slowly in an attempt to calm the storm within.

Your classmates, absorbed in their own artistic quests, continued on without noticing your absence. This anonymity, usually a comfort in your solitary pursuits, now only served to heighten your anxiety. You couldn't blame them for their oversight; it was common for someone to linger behind, captivated by a potential photograph. Still, the reality of being unnoticed in your moment of need felt like an invisible weight pressing down on your chest.

You closed your eyes briefly, trying to focus on the rhythm of your breathing, hoping it would anchor you in the present moment. The sounds of the city buzzed around you—distant conversations, the hum of traffic, the occasional birdcall—creating a cacophony that both grounded and overwhelmed you.

Opening your eyes, you glanced at the receding forms of your classmates, their laughter and chatter fading into the background. The distance between you and them felt insurmountable, not just in physical space but in the gulf of your unspoken struggle. You pressed your back more firmly against the building, feeling the rough texture of the brick through your thin shirt, a small reminder of the world outside your internal chaos.

You knew you needed to rejoin the group, to press on and complete the assignment, but the dizziness and rising anxiety made the thought of moving almost unbearable. You considered calling out, asking for help, but the words stuck in your throat, trapped by the fear of appearing weak or needy. Instead, you remained silent, hoping that your moment of respite would be enough to regain your composure.

Your body shivered uncontrollably despite the oppressive heat, a strange and unsettling contrast that heightened your sense of unease. The world around you seemed to blur and waver, your vision losing focus at an alarming pace. Each step felt like wading through thick, invisible molasses, and even the simplest movement became a Herculean effort. Despite this, you managed to lower yourself to the sidewalk, the rough pavement a harsh but necessary support.

You concentrate on your breathing, each inhale and exhale a desperate attempt to anchor yourself in the here and now. Yet, the ringing in your ears grew louder, a piercing sound that drowned out the city's ambient noise. It was a familiar, dreaded precursor to the fainting spell you knew was imminent, a relentless force poised to take control.

In the midst of this growing chaos, a voice pierced through the din, a lifeline in the swirling haze. "Hey, are you okay?" someone asked, their concern clear even through your muddled senses. The effort to lift your head and identify the speaker was beyond you; the world had narrowed to a tunnel of indistinct shapes and sounds.

You tried to respond, to assure them or perhaps to call for help, but your words dissolved into a string of incoherent babbles. Your tongue felt thick and uncooperative, your mind struggling to form coherent thoughts as the darkness edged closer. The last thing you registered was the overwhelming sense of vulnerability, the realization that your body was betraying you in this critical moment.

As the blackness enveloped your consciousness, you felt a profound disconnect from the world around you. The sounds, the heat, the distant figure of your classmate—all faded into a void, leaving you suspended in an abyss of nothingness. The struggle to stay present, to remain in control, slipped through your grasp like sand through your fingers.

In this void, time ceased to have meaning. Seconds or minutes, it was impossible to tell how long you lingered in that state of unconsciousness. The city, with its vibrant life and relentless sun, continued on without you, a stark reminder of your fragile existence.

When you finally awoke, it felt as though you were emerging from a dense fog, your mind struggling to piece together the fragmented reality around you. The disorientation was palpable, each moment stretching as your senses slowly reconnected with the world. Your head rested on someone’s lap, and though he was turned away, his presence was both unfamiliar and comforting in your vulnerable state.

Sounds began to filter through the haze, grounding you further. The low, urgent tone of the voice above you became clearer, barking orders with a mix of authority and concern. "Get some water!" Though you couldn't see who he was addressing, the urgency in his commands cut through the remnants of your confusion.

As your awareness sharpened, you noticed your arms were held aloft above your head. This small detail triggered a memory from your past, a practice you had shared with others in case your lips ever turned blue—a sign of your body’s desperate need for oxygen. The position was meant to untie the invisible knot in your lungs, allowing air to flow more freely and ease your breathing.

With this realization, a wave of gratitude washed over you. Even in your disoriented state, you recognized the significance of this gesture. The person cradling your head had either known or intuitively understood what to do, providing a lifeline in your moment of need.

You tried to speak, to express your thanks or perhaps to reassure the person helping you, but your voice was weak and unsteady. The effort drained you, and you opted to focus on your breathing, each inhale and exhale a conscious act of reclaiming control over your body.

It wasn’t until a groan escaped your lips that the person holding you turned to face you. Instantly, your face flushed with a deep wave of embarrassment upon recognizing him—it was Seungmin. The reassuring smile he sent your way was a beautifully rare sight, and for a fleeting moment, you felt your heart skip a beat. His lips moved, forming words that your still-dazed mind struggled to comprehend.

You blinked up at him, trying to focus, but the words eluded you. Noticing your confusion, Seungmin pursed his lips and turned to someone out of your line of sight. Almost immediately, a cold bottle of water with a straw was handed to him. He settled it gently by your head, positioning the straw so you could drink. The sensation of the cool water on your parched throat was heavenly, and you drank greedily, almost draining the bottle before you realized it.

Seungmin chuckled softly at your eagerness, the sound light and comforting. You felt your cheeks heat up again and averted your gaze, unable to meet his eyes. Despite your embarrassment, the relief from the water was undeniable. Your head cleared a bit more, the world coming into sharper focus.

Seungmin continued to watch over you, his expression a blend of concern and gentle amusement. His presence, usually so distant and enigmatic, now felt unexpectedly comforting. The awkwardness of the situation didn’t diminish the warmth of his care, and you felt a small surge of gratitude.

As you finished the last of the water, Seungmin reached out to steady the bottle, his fingers brushing against yours. The contact sent a jolt through you, but it was grounding, a reminder that you were not alone. He murmured something softly, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. Though the exact words were still lost to you, the intent was clear—he was there for you.

Gradually, the ringing in your ears subsided, and your breathing steadied. You risked a glance back at Seungmin, who was now focused entirely on you, his eyes full of quiet resolve. The vulnerability of the moment hung between you, unspoken but deeply felt.

You tried to muster a smile, a small token of thanks. Seungmin's eyes softened, and he returned the smile, a silent understanding passing between you. In that moment, the barriers of his usual aloofness seemed to fall away, revealing a depth of kindness that you hadn’t seen before.

Gradually, your hearing began to reawaken, stitching itself back together with your muddled senses. The familiar symphony of the bustling city—a cacophony of distant car horns, murmured conversations, and the steady hum of urban life—slowly emerged from the background noise, anchoring you to the present moment.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” Seungmin’s voice cut through the haze, his tone edged with concern as he noticed your growing awareness. You managed a shaky nod, your head still spinning slightly. His brows were knitted together in a deep frown, a tangible expression of his worry.

“Can you sit up, or do you need to stay down a little longer?” he asked gently. “There’s no rush. Please, stay there if you’re still feeling dizzy.”

With a quiet determination, you placed your hands onto the pavement, the rough texture grounding you as you clumsily pushed yourself away from him. Seungmin’s steadying presence guided you with careful hands, helping you to lean against the same building you had previously sought solace from before losing consciousness. You groaned softly, closing your eyes to escape the persistent whirl of the world around you. When you reopened them, the dizziness had ebbed, though remnants of the earlier chaos lingered at the edges of your vision.

In front of you stood a middle-aged man, his apron stained with grease and his hands clasped together in a gesture of concern. His eyes were fixed on Seungmin, waiting for instructions, his face etched with worry for your well-being. The weight of his concern was palpable, and it added another layer to the unfolding scene.

Seungmin exhaled deeply, a sigh that seemed to release the tension of the moment. He settled himself beside you, his posture relaxed yet attentive. He wrapped his arms around his knees, pulling them close to his chest, and his gaze remained focused on you with an almost protective intensity.

The ambient noise of the city continued to swirl around you, but in this small, sheltered space, it felt as though time had slowed. Seungmin’s presence was a steady anchor amidst the chaos, his concern a quiet reassurance that you were not alone. The man in the greasy apron lingered nearby, ready to assist at a moment’s notice, his worried gaze shifting between you and Seungmin.

The world slowly regained its equilibrium, the spinning sensation giving way to a more stable awareness. The tenderness of the pavement beneath you and the warmth of Seungmin’s concern combined to create a cocoon of comfort, allowing you to regain your composure and begin to piece together the events of the past moments.

“How are you feeling?” The middle-aged man’s voice was gentle, his eyes darting between you and Seungmin with a mixture of concern and kindness. “You should eat something. Come inside—whatever you get is on the house.”

A fresh wave of embarrassment washed over you, coloring your cheeks a deep red. You felt a pang of guilt for having worried such a considerate stranger. Just as you were about to politely decline the generous offer, Seungmin’s voice intervened with a firm yet caring tone.

“I agree, Y/N,” he said, his voice carrying a note of unwavering resolve. “You need to eat something after fainting like that. Let’s go inside.”

Seungmin’s tone left no room for argument, the decisiveness of his words compelling you to acquiesce. You sighed softly, nodding in acceptance. The man’s face lit up with a wide grin, clearly pleased by your agreement. With a quick, eager step, he rushed into the restaurant behind you.

Seungmin rose swiftly, brushing off any imaginary dust from his clothes with a swift motion. He extended his hands towards you, his expression one of quiet encouragement. You hesitated for a moment, then grasped his warm hands. The touch was gentle, and a subtle tingle spread through your fingers, a physical reminder of his comforting presence.

Though you felt more stable now, Seungmin’s hands remained hovering near your waist, a silent gesture of support as you made your way inside the restaurant. His protective stance was reassuring, a steadying force guiding you through the threshold.

The restaurant’s interior greeted you with a comforting embrace—a cool respite from the heat outside. The space was warmly lit, with the soft hum of conversation and the tantalizing aroma of food creating a cozy ambiance. 

The tantalizing aroma of Korean comfort foods wafted through the air, weaving its way into your senses and causing your stomach to rumble in eager response. Each fragrant note of sizzling meats, simmering stews, and freshly steamed vegetables seemed to wrap around you like a warm embrace, making you profoundly grateful for both the man's generous offer and Seungmin's insistence.

Seungmin guided you with gentle assurance to a table nestled at the far end of the restaurant, where the hum of conversation was softer and the space felt more intimate. The dim lighting at this secluded spot cast a gentle glow, creating a cocoon of warmth and comfort. He carefully pulled out your chair, his movements measured and considerate, and nudged you forward slightly to ensure you were settled. With a courteous smile, he then made his way around the table, taking his own seat directly across from you.

His smile was a touch awkward, a charming contrast to the seriousness he had shown earlier. He glanced around the room, searching for the man who had so kindly attended to you, only to spot him approaching with a welcoming presence. The man carried a bottle of water and two menus, the promise of nourishment and choice clearly reflected in his hands.

As he reached the table, he placed the items before you with a friendly nod. You accepted the bottle and menus with a grateful bow and a warm smile, your heart swelling with appreciation for his kindness. The bottle of water was cool to the touch, a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the restaurant, while the menus promised a delightful array of dishes.

Seungmin’s gaze softened as he watched you, his concern now mingled with a gentle sense of relief. The atmosphere around you seemed to ease, the initial tension giving way to a shared moment of calm. As you began to peruse the menus, the delicious scents and the comfort of the setting enveloped you, making you feel more at ease and ready to enjoy the simple pleasures of a meal with someone who had shown such unexpected care.

The air between you was thick with awkwardness, a palpable sense of uncertainty hanging in the space after such an intensely personal moment. You busied yourself by fixating on the vibrant images on the menu, using them as a comforting distraction from the lingering embarrassment. Each picture of steaming bowls of soup and colorful plates of food seemed to blur together, a vivid kaleidoscope that kept your eyes occupied and your mind from dwelling on the recent upheaval.

After a period of shared silence, you both placed your orders, the clatter of menus and the murmur of your choices filling the brief lull. There was no longer any barrier between you and the reality of the situation. With a deep breath, you gathered your courage and, in a voice softer than you intended, you managed to say, “Thank you.” Your eyes remained firmly fixed on the table, refusing to meet his gaze, as your cheeks and ears flamed with a blush of sincere embarrassment. Even though you couldn’t see him, you could almost feel his warm, understanding smile directed at you.

“You don’t have to thank me at all,” Seungmin replied, his voice infused with genuine sincerity. “I hope you don’t mind, but I texted the professor to let him know what happened, so he’s aware we won’t be finishing the class with everyone else today.” His words were a pleasant surprise, causing your eyes to widen slightly as you briefly met his gentle gaze. The kindness of his gesture momentarily pierced through your discomfort, but you quickly looked away, your shyness reasserting its hold.

In response to his concern, you offered a grateful nod and a shy smile, the simplest acknowledgments of his thoughtfulness. The question he posed next was gentle, yet it carried an undercurrent of genuine concern. “Do you pass out often?”

At his question, you let out a soft, resigned sigh, the sound almost like a whisper of the weariness you felt. “Sometimes,” you began, your voice barely more than a murmur. “It’s been happening since I was a child, though no one seems to know why. I’ve been checked for things like epilepsy, but they haven’t found anything.” The words felt heavy on your tongue, each syllable revealing a fragment of a long-standing uncertainty.

Seungmin’s gaze remained fixed on you, his eyes filled with a deep, attentive concern as he absorbed each word with tender care. His silence was a soothing balm, a quiet testament to his empathy. As you recalled the moment he had lifted your arms, a question escaped you almost impulsively: “How did you know to lift my arms?”

His initial reaction was one of surprise, his eyes widening as he blinked at your sudden inquiry. But the astonishment quickly softened into a shy, almost hesitant smile. “Oh,” he began, his voice gentle. “My mother also had fainting spells, usually when it was too hot or if she had an injury.” His revelation was accompanied by a look of nostalgia, a subtle hint of the personal connection he felt to the subject.

You were taken aback once more by this shared experience. “Your mother sounds a lot like me,” you responded, your tone light but tinged with genuine reflection. “I also faint for similar reasons—when I’m overheated or emotionally overwhelmed.”

A serene silence settled between you as Seungmin gave a thoughtful nod, his eyes drifting into a distant gaze that spoke of deep, unspoken reflections. The quietude was a gentle cocoon, wrapping around both of you as he lost himself in the labyrinth of his thoughts.

You turned your gaze to the window beside you, your eyes tracing the hurried figures moving briskly down the bustling street. Each passerby was a blur of motion and color, a stark contrast to the stillness enveloping your corner of the restaurant. The scene outside seemed almost surreal, a vivid tapestry of urban life against the backdrop of your subdued conversation.

Soon, the soft clinking of dishes announced the return of the man from behind the counter. He placed your meals before you with a warm, welcoming smile, the steam rising from the dishes creating a fragrant mist that made your mouth water in eager anticipation. You bowed in gratitude, your appreciation for the meal palpable in your respectful gesture.

With a mixture of impatience and hunger, you watched him take his first bite, his expression shifting to one of satisfied pleasure. Unable to resist any longer, you dove into your own meal, an involuntary sigh of delight escaping your lips as the flavors danced on your palate. Each bite was a revelation, the taste a symphony of comfort and culinary excellence.

In moments like these, the silence between you and Seungmin felt less like an awkward void and more like a shared, unspoken agreement. The simple act of enjoying a meal together, coupled with the mutual understanding forged through your earlier conversation, made the quiet a soothing presence rather than an uncomfortable gap. The gentle hum of the restaurant’s ambiance and the shared pleasure of the food created a cocoon of calm, transforming the once-unbearable silence into a space of peaceful companionship.

As the last morsels of your meal were savored, a lull settled between you, allowing your mind to finally formulate a conversation starter. You swallowed your bite with a mix of anticipation and nervousness before glancing up at Seungmin. His features were softened in concentration, his gentle demeanor captivating as he focused on the last remnants of his dish.

“So,” you began tentatively, your voice betraying a hint of shyness, “how did you get into photography?” The simple question was laden with curiosity and the desire to connect, and as his eyes met yours, you felt a shiver run down your spine.

Seungmin’s initial silence was a quiet contemplative pause, his gaze tracing the lines of your face with a thoughtful intensity before he began to speak. “My grandfather passed away from Alzheimer’s,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper. The weight of his words seemed to settle heavily in the space between you, and your heart tightened with a pang of empathy.

He continued, his tone imbued with a delicate sadness. “He always spoke so fondly of my grandmother, who died before I was born. He used to thank her for her love of photography because it helped him hold onto who he was and the life he lived for a long time. To keep his memories vivid, I started taking pictures of everything around me. I had them developed so he could have tangible memories to hold onto—hundreds of photos of myself, my parents, my cousins, but also of the places I cherished: my room, his house, my house…simple, everyday moments that mattered to him.”

The silence that followed was heavy, laden with the significance of his words. You struggled to find the right response, your mind racing to articulate the depth of your feelings. Seungmin’s smile was tinged with a bittersweet nostalgia as he turned his focus back to his meal, leaving you in a space filled with reflection.

After a few moments, you finally found your voice, your tone warm and sincere. “That’s incredibly sweet, Seungmin. I think it was very noble of you to do that for your grandfather.” His response was a soft grin, his cheeks flushing a delicate pink as he swallowed. The sight of his smile, so genuine and heartfelt, made your heart swell with an emotion that was both tender and profound.

In that moment, Seungmin’s vulnerability and kindness transformed your perception of him. The image of his earlier aloofness seemed to fade into a distant memory, replaced by a newfound appreciation for the depth of his character. His quiet grace and the meaningful gesture he shared painted him in a more beautiful light, revealing layers of compassion that drew you closer to him.

As the last remnants of your meal were savored, Seungmin turned his attention to you with a curious gleam in his eyes. “What about you? How did you get into photography?” he inquired, his voice gentle and inviting. You had finished your meal shortly after him, the shared silence now ripe for deeper conversation.

You gave a shy shrug, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you tried to gather your thoughts. “I fear my story is not as sweet as yours,” you began, your tone light yet introspective. Seungmin’s playful roll of his eyes and encouraging nod urged you to continue, a subtle smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Well,” you continued, your gaze drifting as you recall your past, “my mother always bought magazines whenever she went grocery shopping, so our house was filled with stacks and stacks of them.” A nostalgic smile crossed your face as you painted a picture of your childhood. “I remember being a child, endlessly flipping through those magazines whenever boredom set in. I would get lost in the pages, captivated by the photographs. They seemed to tell stories of their own, each image a window into a world I found enchanting.”

Your voice grew softer, imbued with a gentle warmth as you shared how that fascination evolved. “One day, I decided to try my hand at capturing my own moments, inspired by those images I loved so much. What started as a simple curiosity quickly became a cherished hobby. The camera became a means for me to explore and create, and somehow, it just stuck with me.”

As you finished, you looked up to find Seungmin’s eyes still fixed on you, his expression a blend of interest and appreciation. The connection you felt through the shared conversation seemed to deepen, the personal stories weaving a tapestry of understanding and mutual respect. In the dim light of the restaurant, the simple act of sharing your paths through photography brought a new layer of intimacy to your budding friendship, making the quiet moments between you all the more meaningful.

“I think it’s cute,” Seungmin remarked with a lighthearted chuckle, the sound warm and genuine. The unexpected compliment made your cheeks flush with a delicate shade of pink, a mix of surprise and shyness coloring your reaction.

“You’re a good photographer, by the way,” he added, his eyes twinkling with sincere praise. 

The words hung in the air like a soft melody, but you couldn’t help but scoff, rolling your eyes in an exaggerated manner. “I’ve made it to the professor’s top five favorites only twice since I joined his class last year. You’re always the one receiving accolades for your work, which, I must admit, are truly remarkable.”

Seungmin’s gaze remained steady, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. “I think it’s a bit unfair for you to view it that way,” he said, his voice gentle yet firm. “The whole idea of being in someone’s top five is a flawed measure of talent. It’s based on one person’s subjective preferences and doesn’t truly reflect our abilities. While I’m grateful for the recognition, I’ve seen your photos and always found them to be exceptional.”

He continued, his words flowing with thoughtful consideration. “You have a remarkable skill for capturing unique subjects in their most authentic form. It’s a talent to reveal their essence so clearly, especially within the constraints of our assignments. It’s something I find quite impressive and not easy to achieve.”

The sincerity in Seungmin’s voice, combined with his unwavering gaze, made your heart swell with a mix of gratitude and admiration. The conversation took on a new layer of depth, as his words not only offered comfort but also illuminated a newfound appreciation for your own work. In the softly lit restaurant, amidst the lingering aroma of your meal, his encouragement created a warm and supportive atmosphere, allowing you to see your art through a more appreciative lens.

A warm blush spread across your cheeks, a vivid response to the cascade of compliments from Seungmin. The praise seemed to flutter around you like soft, golden leaves in the breeze, making your face flush a deep crimson. Seeking refuge from the intensity of the moment, you allowed your gaze to wander towards the window, where the sun was gently descending, casting a golden hue over the city.

“Oh,” you began, your voice tinged with an innocent attempt to redirect the conversation. “How long have we been here? The sun is setting.” The urgency in your tone was barely concealed, and Seungmin, following your gaze, glanced out with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. His eyes widened slightly as he noticed the fading light and chuckled softly.

“I should probably start heading home,” you continued, a note of unease threading through your voice. “I don’t like walking home alone at night.” The admission was laced with a quiet vulnerability, and as you spoke, you could feel the familiar pang of anxiety gnawing at you.

Seungmin’s head turned sharply towards you, his expression shifting to one of genuine concern. “I’ll walk you home,” he said, his voice carrying a warmth and sincerity that wrapped around you like a comforting blanket. “It’s no problem at all.”

A playful back-and-forth ensued as you and Seungmin debated the offer of him walking you home. Despite your initial reluctance, a sense of acceptance settled over you, allowing you to concede to his persistent kindness. You attempted to settle the bill for your meal, but the generous man from earlier refused with a warm, unwavering smile. Even when Seungmin stepped in to offer payment, the man remained steadfast in his refusal. In the end, you both left a generous tip, a token of your gratitude for his exceptional kindness.

With the bill settled and the evening stretching out before you, you and Seungmin began your walk towards your apartment building. The path was bathed in the soft, fading light of dusk, casting long shadows and a serene glow over the city streets. As you strolled side by side, the conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by laughter and lighthearted banter.

The initial stiffness gradually melted away, replaced by a growing sense of ease and camaraderie. It was genuinely delightful to witness this side of Seungmin—a side that seemed to elude the confines of your shared photography class. His laughter, his thoughtful insights, and the warmth of his presence revealed a depth of character that was both refreshing and endearing.

In the gentle embrace of the evening, as the city lights began to twinkle like distant stars, the walk became more than just a journey home. It was a moment of genuine connection, a rare and cherished glimpse into Seungmin’s world, which felt like an honor to experience.

Eventually, you find yourself standing before the gleaming glass doors that lead into the lobby of your apartment building. The weight of the day’s end settles upon you, a bittersweet twinge in your chest as you come to terms with the departure of this unexpectedly pleasant companionship. The evening air, cool and gently perfumed with the scent of blooming night flowers, wraps around you both as you pause at the threshold.

Seungmin, his hands casually tucked into the front pockets of his jacket, rocks back and forth on his heels. The motion, coupled with his contemplative gaze, creates a picture of relaxed anticipation. His presence, so close to yours, carries a sense of warmth and quiet intimacy.

“This is me,” you murmur, your voice a soft whisper, blending with the stillness of the evening. You turn to face him fully, a mixture of gratitude and reluctance in your eyes. “Thank you again for taking care of me earlier. I’m really happy you were there.”

His response is a smile—genuine and radiant—that lights up his features and seems to fill the space between you with a comforting glow. Your heart swells at the sight, an involuntary smile curving your lips in return. Seungmin’s eyes hold a tender seriousness as he speaks. “Please take it easy, rest all that you can,” he advises, his concern palpable in his tone.

You nod in agreement, the sincerity of his words resonate deeply with you. The air between you feels charged with unspoken sentiments, a silent understanding blossoming amidst the dimming light. “It was really nice to spend time with you,” he continues, his admission eliciting a flurry of butterflies in your stomach.

“I had a really nice time with you too,” you reply, your voice imbued with genuine warmth. “Maybe we can do it again sometime soon—without me having to pass out for it.”

At your light-hearted comment, Seungmin laughs—a sound that is both musical and contagious. The laughter bubbles up between you, mingling with the evening air, and you find yourself laughing along, the shared moment creating a lingering sense of joy.

As you part ways, the memory of his smile and the warmth of his laughter accompany you, leaving a soft, lingering glow in your heart that makes the end of this day feel less like a farewell and more like a promise of things to come.

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❛ Chan takes care of you while on your period.

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 + female reader ೯ ( 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 )

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Reader is on her period, Chan takes care of you, you’re both visiting Chan’s family in Australia, very brief mention of guilt, let me know if I missed anything!

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫 )

The soft murmur of your favorite show played faintly in the background, each line of dialogue blending into a soothing yet distant hum. The television’s glow cast a gentle light across the room, but its usual comfort eluded you today. Instead, you lay in bed, curled into a tight ball, desperately seeking relief from the relentless, gnawing cramps that seemed to seize your body from within. Your limbs wrapped around yourself as if trying to shield against the waves of pain that rippled through your core.

Your face contorted with each sharp pang, your expression a silent testimony to the agony that had besieged you since morning. The familiar script of your monthly torment played out with a cruel consistency, each episode bringing no closer respite. The same story, month after month, had woven itself into the fabric of your existence, a bleak narrative of suffering that refused to grant you reprieve.

No matter the remedy you tried, the painkillers, the herbal teas, the hot water bottles – all seemed powerless against the merciless grip of your cramps. It was as if your body had built an impenetrable fortress against relief, immune to every effort to ease your suffering. This miserable reality hovered at the edges of your thoughts, mocking your attempts to find solace. The knowledge that nothing seemed to help only deepened the sense of helplessness that accompanied these moments, leaving you to endure the pain in a seemingly endless cycle of discomfort and despair.

A groan brushed past your lips as you shifted in bed, trying to find a more comfortable position amid the relentless ache. The door to your boyfriend's childhood bedroom creaked open, revealing Chan's cautious form as he slowly made his way inside. In his hands, he held a paper bag filled with various items from the nearby convenience store. The room filled with the gentle rustling of the bag and the soft creak of the wooden floor beneath his feet.

Opening one eye, you saw Chan's gentle smile, his concern palpable even in the dim light. But the sight of his kindness brought a sudden wave of guilt crashing over you, and you quickly closed your eye again, unable to meet his gaze. Today was supposed to be filled with joy and family, a rare chance for Chan to spend a full day with his loved ones. Yet, your unexpected period had left you bedridden, tethered to the soft confines of his old bed.

Despite your insistence that he go on without you, Chan had refused to leave your side. You should have known better than to think he would actually listen when he knew you were struggling. His unwavering presence, while comforting, only deepened your sense of guilt. You felt like an anchor, keeping him from the family he so seldom got to see. The thought weighed heavily on you, intertwining with the physical discomfort in a cruel dance of emotions.

Chan moved quietly around the room, placing the bag on the nightstand. The contents clinked softly together: a mix of your favorite snacks, a bottle of water, pain relievers, and a few other thoughtful items he hoped might bring you some relief. His every action spoke of his care and love, a gentle reassurance that he was here for you, despite your own feelings of inadequacy.

"I told you I would be okay, Channie," you whined, your voice laced with exasperation. He responded with an adorable chuckle, the sound like a soothing balm to your frayed nerves, as he took his spot beside you on the bed. His strong arms wrapped around your torso, their embrace offering the perfect comfort you couldn’t resist, even as you continued to pout.

"I know you did, baby, but I couldn't leave you behind like this," he replied, his voice filled with the gentle reassurance you had come to love. His words were expected, yet they still carried a warmth that made your heart ache with gratitude. "I went out and got you some goodies instead. We can cuddle and watch your show for a while. I promise my family understands."

Despite his comforting presence, you huffed at him, furrowing your eyebrows in a show of disapproval. Still, you allowed him to turn you around, positioning you so that his warm thigh pressed against your lower abdomen. The combination of pressure and warmth brought a sigh of relief from your lips as the pain subsided a little, eliciting a light giggle from him.

His laughter was a melody that soothed your soul, and though you tried to maintain your disgruntled demeanor, the comfort of his touch and the relief from your cramps were undeniable. His presence was a reminder that you were cherished, that he was willing to sacrifice his day to ensure you felt loved and cared for.

As you nestled closer to him, the room filled with the soft sounds of your favorite show and the quiet hum of shared contentment. The guilt and frustration began to melt away, replaced by a serene gratitude for the man who held you so tenderly. In this moment, wrapped in his embrace, you felt a deep sense of peace, knowing that even in your weakest moments, you were never alone. His love was a steadfast anchor, grounding you amidst the storm of your discomfort, and for that, you were eternally thankful.

"Still, your family barely gets to see you, so I feel bad for taking you away from them when you're finally here," you mumbled shyly, a frown forming on your lips at the mere thought. The weight of your guilt pressed heavily on your heart, clouding the joy of having Chan by your side. His presence was a comfort, yet you couldn't shake the feeling that you were stealing precious moments from his family.

Chan shifted closer, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. His hand found its way to your stomach, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your skin. The gentle motion was a balm to your frayed nerves, easing the tension that had settled in your muscles. "Do you really think my mother would have let me go out with them?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. "She would've lectured for an hour about how she raised me to be a gentleman and how it would make me a jerk if I left you here, anyway."

You both chuckled at the vivid truth in his words, the sound a shared moment of lightness in the midst of your discomfort. You could almost see the scene unfold in your mind's eye: Chan, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as his mother delivered her heartfelt lecture. Despite being a grown adult who had lived in another country for a good half of his life, his mother still held a significant sway over him. It was a testament to the deep respect he had for her, a trait you found profoundly admirable.

The thought of his mother’s gentle scolding brought a small smile to your lips. It spoke volumes about the kind of man Chan was – considerate, respectful, and deeply loyal to those he loved. The room seemed to warm with the shared laughter and the soft murmur of your favorite show playing in the background.

As you lay there, cocooned in the soft blankets and Chan's tender embrace, the guilt began to ebb away, replaced by a serene gratitude. His hand continued its comforting motion on your stomach, each circle a silent promise of his unwavering support. In these quiet moments, you felt the depth of his love, a love that transcended the miles between his family and the life you shared together.

The room, filled with the gentle hum of the television and the soft rustle of your shared laughter, became a haven of peace. In Chan's arms, you found a sanctuary from the world, a place where you could let go of your worries and simply be. The guilt that had once plagued you now seemed distant, replaced by the comforting knowledge that you were cherished beyond measure.

Eventually, you came to terms with the fact that the day would have unfolded just the same regardless of your wishes. Accepting this reality, you cuddled up to Chan's warm body with a contented sigh, letting your eyes flutter closed. The weight of the day seemed to lift as you nestled closer, finding solace in the gentle rise and fall of his breathing.

Chan's fingers moved through your hair absentmindedly, each stroke a tender caress that soothed your frayed nerves. His attention was fixed on the show playing softly in the background, a familiar comfort that you had watched so many times you were sure you could act out every scene if asked. The gentle serenity of his presence was a balm to your senses, distracting you from the dull ache of your cramps, which had already begun to subside with the warmth of his thigh pressed against you.

Your arms wrapped around his torso, pulling yourself closer to him, seeking the comfort and security that his embrace always provided. The world outside faded away, leaving only the cocoon of your shared warmth and the soft hum of the television. Chan's steady heartbeat became a lullaby, each beat guiding you closer to the edge of sleep.

As sleep began to drape over you like a warm blanket, you felt a profound sense of peace. The weight of the day, the guilt, and the discomfort all melted away, replaced by the serene tranquility of being held by the one you loved. The soft whispers of the show, the rhythmic motion of his fingers in your hair, and the warmth of his body all conspired to lull you into a restful slumber.

It wasn't long before you drifted off, enveloped in the safety of Chan's arms. In those final moments of wakefulness, you felt a deep gratitude for his unwavering presence, a silent promise that you were never alone. Sleep claimed you gently, and you surrendered to it with a heart full of love and a body finally at ease, cradled in the sanctuary of his embrace.

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Our story: Chan and Jisung's story

Pairing: Chan x Jisung (skz)

WC: 4406

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, anxiety attack, language, making out. Hogwarts au

Blurb: Chan didn't think about boys, nor did he think about things such as kissing boys. That is, until, Han Jisung came into the picture.

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All throughout Chan's life he had been taught to be a good boy. He grew up in a slightly sheltered home because he had more conservative parents. "remember to greet people when you enter a room" "shake their hand and if your hosting, offer them a drink" Chan's father had taught him most of his social skills whereas Chan's mother taught him other skills. "Math won't be the most important thing ever because your a wizard however, you should still know how to count numbers and add them together" "focus on your studies and your future, don't worry about other things"

Don't worry about other things.

For the most part that was easy, it was easy for Chan to be a good boy. It was easy for Chan to focus on his future and not worry about silly things such as love because he had nothing to distract him.

Except for his slightly less mannered friend Felix, who Chan frequently contemplated as to why he was friends with in the first place. "Because I'm one of the only few who don't make fun of the fact that you live a boring life" Felix would always retort with, and Chan had to admit he was right.

Chan thought he had his life together, thought he had everything under control, thought that he could make it through the year with no hiccups.

That is, until, he locked eyes with a mysterious boy and from that very moment things would never be the same. For now Chan only had one thing on his mind; who is this mysterious Hufflepuff and why does he make my heart flutter so?

"Who is that?" Chan leaned into Felix, and whispered in his ear.

"Who are you talking about?" Felix retorted, a confused look on his face.

"Over by the door, that Hufflepuff!" Chan tried his best not to point so he did it with his eyes.

Over by the door, stood a boy talking to 2 other boys from Ravenclaw. He leaned against the wall and laughed at whatever the Ravenclaws just said.

"Oh him! I think his name is Jisung? I don't know his last name though I haven't spoken to him much, why do you ask?"

"Oh no reason, just wondering" Chan trailed off, and he found himself staring at Jisung again. His eyes would light up and he would open his mouth so wide when he laughs, it was a beautiful sight in Chan's mind.

Jisung must have noticed, because when the Ravenclaws left he smiled awkwardly at Chan and waved; in a way that said "um hi, why are you staring at me?"

Chan shook his head furiously, willing all these new thoughts to go away. Since when did Chan think about boys? since when did Chan suddenly decide that he was gay for one thing? He needed to be alone for a while to gather his thoughts so that he could figure things out. Chan sighed, finishing the last of his apple before standing up; "I'll catch you later Lixie" he said before walking out of the dining hall.

Jisung was a special person, while he could be happy and had plenty of social skills, a lot of things freaked him out. Being up in high places freaked him out, certain social settings freaked him out, that one time he was cornered in a bathroom and beaten to a pulp for hanging out with a girl one of them liked freaked him out.

At least he always had his best friend Jeongin by his side, he was always there to calm him down from a panic attack or comfort him when he was sad even if for no reason, and was just a really chill person to hang out with. Jeongin understood Jisung and never judged him, not even once.

Jisung was known to be quite loud, despite his anxiety holding him back in certain areas. His therapist thought it was a good idea to channel it into sports so that's how he became one of the Hufflepuff beaters.

"And so I was like who the fuck do you think you are climbing in through our window" Seungmin re-told, mid-bite of a ginger cookie.

"You should have seen his face, looked like he was about to shit himself" Yeosang commented with a laugh which caused Jisung to laugh too, however, he stopped when he saw from the corner of his eye that someone was looking at him.

Why is someone looking at me? do I have something on my face? am I just ugly? Jisung didn't like it when people looked at him, it made him wanna question everything.

"Jisung, you ok?" Seungmin noticed that he looked away in the clouds, and Yeosang placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Oh yeah I'm fine, sorry what were you saying?"

"It's ok I was finished anyway, I actually have to meet my baby boy Innie so bye!" Seungmin and Yeosang went on their merry way, however, Chan was still looking at him. This caused Jisung to just smile awkwardly and wave at him, hoping that he might stop. Seungmin and Jeongin bumped into each other at last years Yu ball and have basically been a couple ever since.

Later that night while in his common room with Jeongin playing chess Jisung just couldn't stop himself from asking; "what do you know about Bang Chan?"

"Bang Chan? why do you wanna know about him plus I don't know much except for he's always hanging out with that Felix guy and sometimes Hongjoong from a year below us" Jeongin explained before making his move, "by the way, I just won."

"ugh you always win because my mind is always elsewhere. Chan just kept looking at me this morning, it creeped me out."

Jeongin frowned at this, saddened by Jisung's words. Don't people know it's rude to stare! he knew that this would not go down well in the long run but he just chose to respond with a response that had a positive tone.

"Maybe he likes you, people tend to stare if they like you, Seungmin once told me that.”

"Why Bang Chan though, since when am I so interesting?"

"Who knows, just don't think on it too much or you'll give yourself a headache. Another round?"

"Nah I'm getting tired I'm just gonna go to bed, see you in the morning."

The next few days went by pretty smoothly for Jisung, he would go to class then hang out with Jeongin once classes were over and it was safe to say that a certain someone hadn't been on his mind.

The same couldn't be said for Chan however, the next few days for him were anything but smooth! Any time Jisung walked past or he thought about Jisung or Jisung smiled in his direction even if not directed to him; Chan could feel himself slowly turning to goo.

It was getting harder to focus on the upcoming owls when all Chan wanted to do was be with Jisung!

"Now remember for your owls next week you will have to produce 2 potions without any help from me- oh dear" the professor stopped herself, then turned her head to Chan.

"Chan, do you mind taking over for a minute your so good at that. I'm just going to head to the loo" and with that, she walked out of the room leaving Chan to fend for himself.

"Look at goody too shoes Chan always taking over" Miho teased from behind and before Chan himself could respond Felix stepped in.

"Shut the fuck up Minho!"

"Ooooh your boyfriend here is trying to save you."

"Would you knock it off already?"

"Minho for the love of God" Changbin one of his friends added.

"What?"

"Not today."

"ugh your such a buzz kill."

"Thank you Changbin" Felix for some reason found himself saying to a Slytherin.

"I did not do it for you freckles" and there it was, the reason Felix took a double-take when saying thanks to one.

"My name is Felix, not freckles!"

"Ok so as the professor was saying you must make 2 potions and the only help you get is the recipe itself. As for the theory portion, you will be asked questions related to potion making, and you must answer them to the best of your ability" Chan read from the sheet of paper until the professor came back.

Later that day Chan found himself sitting by the river, a book in hand and just enjoying the sounds of nature. Chan often comes here when he wants to be alone or when (even though he loves Felix to death) Felix becomes too much.

It's just so peaceful and calming, it lets Chan's mind rest for a moment and gives him the self-recuperation he needs to go back to the real world.

The book Chan currently holds is a notebook, where he is writing down his thoughts. Some things he writes are about his troubles, or his concerns, even concerns for his friends, or life goals. Some things however are about Jisung, the way his nose scrunches up when he laughs or how he goes from cute to sexy by just deciding to have his hair swept back that day.

Speaking of the devil, the river is also a place that Jisung frequently visits, and for similar reasons that Chan visits.

Jisung comes to the river when he too wants to be alone, it's almost like a safe space for him, besides the warmth of Jeongin's arms though. When Jisung's anxiety gets too much or just the world gets too much he will come to the river so that he can simply breathe and be.

It's unusual how the 2 wizards have never run into each other, they must visit on different days or sit at opposite ends. Not very many people come to the river, and when people do it's always quiet. Like an unspoken rule that to visit the river you must be quiet, this is a quiet place for quiet people who just want to escape for a minute.

As Jisung plonks himself down on the grass, he takes a deep, steadying breath and tilts his head back to bask in the sun, it had been a long day for Jisung where things just kept going wrong. Like don't even get Jisung started on how bad he feels for spilling his juice on Jeongin's shirt during breakfast, and that was only the beginning of his bad day. Chan thought that this was finally time to make his move, no one was around to watch or judge him.

"So you come to the river too?" Chan asked while putting his book down.

The sudden noise startled Jisung, who moved his head so fast to find out who disturbed his moment. "Hmm, very much so" he replied after locking eyes with Chan. They weren't sitting too far apart, just far enough to have their own space.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable the other day, it wasn't my intention to do so" Chan apologized and lowered his head in shame.

"Oh no that's ok I'm over that anyway. I tend to be a little oversensitive because of my anxiety" Jisung explained, it wasn't something he bragged about but wasn't something he lied about either. "I come here when it all becomes too much, nature can be so relaxing."

"Yeah I come for similar reasons, sometimes you just need a break you know?"

"I definitely feel you, I'm guessing you came here after that day Minho gave you grief in potions?"

"Ah yeah he can be annoying."

"Does he target you like that often?"

"Hmm not often, and I don't think I'm the only one. He's just a Slytherin you know? that in itself should answer everything."

"yes so true." Just like that, they were laughing. Belly aching, eyes watering and rolling around laughing. The both of them thought to themselves; when was the last time I laughed like this?

"Speaking of Slytherins, my best friend Felix apparently likes one."

"NO FUCKING WAY!"

Chan and Jisung spent the better part of the afternoon getting to know each other and telling each other crazy stories about their friends. They laughed and talked for hours, every other care in the world be dammed. Maybe Jisung had been wrong about the type of person Chan was? and Chan was so proud of himself for making his move, Jisung was all he could have hoped for and more.

The sun was starting to settle, and a cool chill replaced the warmth. Jisung rubbed his arms without knowing when the change hit. "I think it's getting a bit late, I think dinner will be served soon. I should get going" Jisung frowned and stood up, he had just had the chat of his life and really didn't wanna go but could no longer ignore the rumble in his stomach that told him he was hungry.

"Yeah I should wash up too, and Felix is most likely wondering where his best friend is" Chan stood up too but he couldn't leave without a proper goodbye.

Just as Chan was about to continue, Jisung cut in and they both spoke at the same time; "do you wanna meet here again tomorrow?"

This caused them to laugh again, but both were glad that the other was thinking the same. "yeah sure, same time?"

Jisung leaned in, and Chan's eyes widened. keep calm keep calm. It wasn't anything to fuss over as Jisung only leaned in to give Chan a hug. "Goodbye Chan" and off Jisung went on his merry way.

"UGH I hate everything" Felix stated as he sat down for dinner, it was Mexican night.

There were 10 different nights that always rotated so that there was always a variety at dinner. Thai, Mexican, Japanese, Korean, Italian, Vietnamese, Greek, Indian, Chinese, and English.

"What's going on?" Chan turned to his friend with worry, Hongjoong also looked over from the distress coming from Felix.

"Hyunjin and I are having problems" Felix huffed, playing with his food but not really eating it.

"I hate to say it but that's what you get for fooling around with a Slytherin" Hongjoong cut in, then added "there a snake for a reason you know."

"But it wasn't just fooling around to me! I really liked him!" Felix's lips wobbled, it made Chan want to march right over to Hwang Hyunjin and punch some sense into him. Instead Chan chose a different path, one that wouldn't land him in detention.

"What happened Lixie" Chan asked and took his hands in his, Felix squeezed tightly so that he wouldn't cry in front of everyone.

"I saw him making out with Lee Minhyuk, the guy who wears the fake nails." Chan and Hongjoong both gasped at this.

"And...?" Hongjoong pressed on.

"And I confronted him about it, he acted like it was fine because we never discussed monogamy"

Chan contemplated for a moment; I can not believe I'm about to say this, but it is Felix's happiness on the line.

"If you really like him then don't give up just yet, and if he really likes you then he will apologize" Chan cringed while saying that, while Felix most of the time made the right decision he always made questionable ones when he came to men.

"I don't think I'm in the mood to eat" Felix wiped his eyes when a few silent tears fell, the squeezing really helped.

"Come on Lix just a few mouthfuls? we have a quidditch game tomorrow" Chan tried to coax, Felix needed to be at his best if they had any chance of winning.

"Who are we versing again?"

"Hufflepuff."

The game went smoothly, the weather was nice and no one got injured, however it was Hufflepuff that took home the win. The Gryffindor team were a little bummed but it didn't stop them from getting fired up for their next game. Hufflepuff were rewarded with a free dinner at the 3 broomsticks for their win, where they celebrated big.

Chan was walking back to his dorm when on his way he ran into Hyunjin; Minho and Changbin were tagged along. For some reason seeing Hyunjin looking so dam OK made his blood boil.

"Hwang Hyunjin!" Chan called, gaining the attention of all 3 Slytherins. Changbin gave Hyunjin a look while Minho snickered.

"I'll see you bitches back at the dorm" Hyunjin shoed off his friends then walked right up to Chan.

"Well if it isn't the Bang Chan" Hyunjin had a smirk on his face.

"I want to speak with you" Chan seethed through his teeth, trying his best to stay calm and not hit him.

"Pray do tell Bang Chan, speak."

"You really hurt Felix with what you did you know, he was so close to tears during dinner yesterday."

"Look, I had no idea he felt that way, I thought it was just a fling."

"Do you even like Felix?"

"Of course I like Felix, he's so adorable and innocent."

"Well then you better make this right, I don't wanna have another conversation like this."

"You don't scare me, Bang Chan!"

Jisung again found himself at the river around the same time Chan was, granted they planned to meet up this time. They talked again for hours, getting to know each other even more if that was possible. Jeongin couldn't wait for Jisung to shut up and go to sleep the other night after babbling for ages about "how amazing Bang Chan is."

"Ok, my turn, what's your favorite muggle movie?" Jisung asked.

"I think it would have to be Deadpool, I really like this guy named Ryan Reynolds" Chan answered without hesitation. "Oh, I have a good one! Do you like the house you were placed in?"

Jisung paused for a moment, wasn't expecting to be asked something so deep, but the answer came to him right away. "Of course! I wouldn't have met Innie otherwise, I honestly don't know where I would be without him."

The day got the best of them again and before they knew it, it was dark once more and they were parting, since you had to sit at your specific house table during dinner. The headmaster didn't care where you sat for breakfast or lunch but dinner was the time he gave out announcements and wanted to speak to the school as a whole.

Everything was going well for Jisung, well he thought it was going well until he woke up with a killer headache and just felt so anxious and jumpy the whole day. It all came to a halt when Minho was in one of his troublesome moods and wanted to play a trick on Jisung by making the floor soapy so that he would fall over. While Minho and his friends started laughing Jisung just burst into tears and was even hyperventilating a little.

Luckily Chan saw this and ran straight over to him. "JISUNG" he cried and sat down next to him, not caring if the floor was wet, he could just cast a spell to make it all dry anyway.

"Hyung, I- Can't do-"

"Shh Sungie shh, don't focus on anything else right now except for breathing" Chan had pulled Jisung into his arms, slowly rocking them back and forth.

"No I can't-" everything was too tight, his head felt like it was going to explode. "it hurts."

"Yes you can baby, breathe in for 4 out for 4" Chan over-exaggerated his breaths so that Jisung would follow them. It took a few minutes, but eventually, Jisung did calm down. His breathing had evened, his sobs reduced to sniffles and his headache lessened (thanks to a wordless spell Chan cast to make the pain stop.)

"Thank you Hyung" Jisung whispered and looked up to face him. In this moment the world stopped, and there was only Jisung. There was no Jeongin crazily searching for the whereabouts of his best friend, there was no Minho and his friends running away in fear of being caught, there was only Jisung.

Chan leaned in, Jisung closed his eyes, and their lips met. So soft and warm Jisung leaned in even further to deepen the kiss, Chan's hands landed on the back of Jisung's neck lightly stroking.

They stayed like this for a couple of moments, basking in each other's scent and eyes widening when tongues touched, swirling around, tasting.

They were broken apart by a very loud Jeongin calling out for his best friend.

"Oh thank god! are you ok does anything hurt?" Jeongin sat down and took Jisungs hands in his. Word must travel fast about a student having a breakdown.

"I'm ok Innie don't worry" Jisung smiled tiredly, anxiety attacks always made him tired.

Jeongin wasn't too sure so he looked to Chan for reassurance.

"He's ok Jeongin, I've got him" Chan reassured as if he read his mind and leaned down to kiss his forehead.

"Please don't scare me like that again you asshole" Jeongin lightly smacked Jisung's arm, which made them all laugh a little. Jeongin left once he knew that Jisung was in capable hands.

"Chan, I'm feeling tired, will you please take me to bed?" Jiusng yawned, the drowsiness settling in.

"Only if you promise to be my boyfriend?" Chan asked back with a wink.

"Are you kidding, what took you so long" Jisung leaned in for one last kiss, savoring every last drop of Chan before he got too tired to respond.

The yearly Yu ball was coming up, which meant fancy food and fancy clothes, and fancy music. If you were nominated for King or Queen then it was customary for them and their dates to participate in a waltz. The band Day6 was hired to play the ball after the formal part was over, many girls could be heard gushing over them.

The announcements for King and Queen nominations happened during herbology class.

"Sorry for the disturbance students and staff this won't take long. The nominations for Yu ball Queen are; Kim Soojin, Jung Mina, and Ying Taehee. The nominations for Yu ball King are; Hwang Hyunjin, Kang Yeosang, and Han Jisung. Thank you and have a blessed day."

The river had slowly turned into Chan and Jisung's special place, with the word out that the 2 were dating everyone gave them looks and it seemed that the river was the only place they didn't get looks.

Chan sat against a tree while Jisung laid across his lap, the sounds of birds chirping and Chan softly massaging Jisung's head were the only sounds that could be heard.

"Oh that's so good" Jisung closed his eyes and breathed deeply a few times, he didn't like being looked at and Chan knew this which is why he always tried his best to keep his boyfriend calm even if wordlessly.

"That's good baby, glad you feel good" Chan praised but continued his actions.

"Do you want to go to the Yu ball with me?" Jisung asked after a few minutes of blissful silence. He sat up to look at Chan in the eyes.

"Aw baby! nothing would make me happier" Chan smiled and leaned in to capture Jisung's lips in a sweet kiss, but it wasn't sweet for long as Chan decided to try something a little extra.

Chan flipped them over onto the grass after making sure that no one was around to see. Chan's kisses went a little lower onto Jisung's neck and he stayed there for a while.

"Chan! oh please!" Jisung moaned out when he started sucking, a red mark was surly to form from this. Jisung wasn't even sure what he was asking for, he just wanted more.

"Mmh Sungie, you taste so sweet" Chan mumbled once back onto his lips, kissing like their lives depend on it.

Jisung was a bit anxious leading up to the Yu ball since he didn't like attention on him, he kept wondering why he was even nominated for King so Chan had to keep reminding him that he was a very handsome man and that's why he was nominated.

The night rolled around in true style, men dressed in fancy suits and women dressed in fancy dresses. Hyunjin had finally stopped being such an ass and asked Felix to be his date, to which Felix sobbed into Chan's arms about later, crying happy tears because Hyunjin liked him again. Jeongin was obviously going with Seungmin, and Minho was apparently going with Changbin.

"Welcome everyone, please take your seats while the king and queen nominees along with their dates partake in the traditional waltz dance, I encourage you to applaud upon their entrance."

"Baby you look stunning" Chan was almost at a loss for words, seeing his beautiful boyfriend all dolled up like this.

"So do you handsome, now let's get this shitty first bit out of the way hmm?" a quick peck on the lips was all they could get in before the big doors opened and they were ushered inside.

Music started, signaling the start of the dance. Thankfully both Jisung and Chan were able to make it through the whole time without missing a beat, just smiling at each other and basking in their presence.

"Now while Day6 set up, I shall announce this year's Yu ball King and Queen" an envelope was opened, eyes were wide with anticipation. "This year's Yu ball Queen is; Ying Taehee!" the crowd went wild as she walked up to claim her crown. "and the Yu ball King is; Han Jisung!"

The crowd went wild again, but for Chan and Jisung the world stopped. "Oh my god baby you won" Chan ushered for Jisung to get his crown, but he followed right after so that he could passionately kiss his boyfriend while wearing the crown, he didn't care who saw it.

"I think I'm in love with you" Chan breathed once he pulled away. His heart was pounding, flooding with so many emotions that he prayed Jisung was also feeling. Jisung's eyes filled with tears, his heart also pounding.

"Oh I love you so much" Jisung cried and kissed him again. For there was a world outside, yet neither cared. Soft and warm lips, a little wet with Jisungs happy tears collided once more and they knew that this is where they belonged, together wrapped in each other's arms with the promise of never letting go.

Our story: Minho and Changbin's story

Pairing: Minho x Changbin (skz)

WC: 4461

Warnings: Language, making out, violence, Slytherins will be assholes

Blurb: Minho thought that he and Changbin were just friends. Changbin suddenly being extra touchy would say otherwise.

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It started with a realization, because let's be honest, at first, you have to want to change.

Hyunjin was well known as someone who sleeps around, only toying with someone until he gets bored of them. No one ever really knew why he was like this but people just knew that if you wanted to fool around with Hyunjin then you had to know what you were getting yourself into.

So it came as the shock of the year when Hyunjin (while hanging with his 2 best friends Minho and Changbin at the dorms) proclaimed that he had fell in love, and with a Gryffindor to make matters even more shocking.

Minho and Changbin weren't that different, they weren't total sluts like Hyunjin was but neither of them could say they have been in a loving relationship either. To Changbin he couldn't be bothered and Minho always got jealous of others who were happier than him.

However, that night, when Hyunjin totally went against his promiscuous ways, a light was ignited in Changbin's head.

"Who is he? is he hot? Can I make fun of him?" Changbin chuckled as he listened to all of Minho's outrageous questions.

"YA! you can't make fun of him, what is wrong with you?" Hyunjin asked bitterly, but ultimately brushed it off as Minho being Minho.

Speaking of Minho, Changbin had tuned out the conversation in favor of staring right at Minho. When did his hair glow like that? Have his eyes always been this pretty? Why do I want nothing more than to run my fingers up and down his chest-

"Binnie, the fucks up with you?" Minho asked completely pulling Changbin from his thoughts. This caused him to shake his head furiously, groaning in the process when he could feel the starting of a serious headache.

"Nothing, my head hurts is all" Changbin replied to which Hyunjin frowned.

"Aw come here babes, I'll massage it" Hyunjin gestured to the floor in front of him, and to be pretty honest a massage sounds really great right now.

The rest of the night went smoothly, Hyunjin massaged Changbin's head and temples but paused when he cried out. "Breathe Binnie, I'm almost done."

Changbin actually ended up falling asleep once the pain went away, and the other two carried him up into bed.

The soft side of Changbin he let himself show around his friends was not the side of Changbin other houses got to see. No. For when in public Changbin was quite feared amongst others and no one from other houses talked to him unless they had to.

Changbin liked it this way, people who weren't like him or who were too nice really pissed him off like how can someone be that nice? This way people just stayed away. Changbin didn't like huge crowds anyway.

Minho was feared too, but for different reasons. If you messed with Minho or one of his friends, even accidentally, then be prepared to be messed with back even harder. Minho was a trouble maker, there was no denying it. Always chiming in with his less than pleasant comments or that one time he went out of his way to put another student in detention just because he bumped into him and didn't apologize.

Minho, Changbin, and Hyunjin were like an item of friends, no one else was allowed to be friends with them simply because whenever someone asked they just said no. So now people just stop asking because they already know the answer before they even ask.

Changbin was someone you could really count on when it came down to it, which was one of the many things Minho loved about him. Minho loved many things about Changbin, seeing as they were best friends and all. And that's all Minho ever thought of him as because he's never even known that he could think of him as something else, something more. It wasn't clear to him until one very particular day...

What was originally thought to be a "bro gesture" like a fist bump or something after Minho came through with a good burn turned into a far too long hug, which was the start of the change.

"The change" as Minho so put it, was simply that. Changbin was changing, and the other 2 were noticing.

"So what are we doing after class today?" Changbin asked as they briskly walked to their last class, briskly because one more tardy from their potions professor and they'd be in detention.

"Who knows, we could grab a beer from the three broomsticks since it's Friday?" Hyunjin replied before turning to Minho when he let out a groan of frustration.

"If only teleportation were real! why do potions and herbology have to be on opposite ends of the god dam school!"

"Hyung it's ok we're not gonna be late" Hyunjin tried to console, but it seems useless. Minho was in a mood, this was going to be a long day.

What was going on? Minho for sure couldn't tell you, for he had tuned out the lesson long ago. Minho's feet hurt, he was tired and so over the universe today. He knew it had something to do with the upcoming owls and of course potion making and that was enough news for him.

It didn't take long for Minho to become irritated, itching for his last class for the week to be over so that he could just enjoy a cold beer with his friends and let his problems of the day slip away. That didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun when the professor excused herself for a moment.

"Look at goody too shoes Chan always taking over" Miho teased from the back and before Chan himself could respond some other Gryffindor I think his name is Felix stepped in.

"Shut the fuck up Minho!"

"Ooooh your boyfriend here is trying to save you."

"Would you knock it off already?"

"Minho for the love of God" Changbin sighed loudly, he really wasn't surprised Minho was acting this way however Changbin couldn't wait for class to be over too and he wanted it to go as smoothly as possible. He even forewent honorifics that's how much he was over it.

"What?" Minho whined.

"Not today."

"ugh your such a buzz kill."

"Thank you Changbin" the Gryffindor from earlier nodded towards him.

"I did not do it for you freckles."

"My name is Felix, not freckles!"

Changbin wasn't really much of a pursuer, he wasn't really much of anything to be honest.

He hardly ever did his schoolwork; his rich father paying the school to let him pass because while his father was disappointed in this fact, he also knew that Changbin was a lost cause at this point so he gave up.

Changbin didn't like participating in school activities either, he always thought that it required him to be a civil human being, which Changbin hardly ever is. He might attend these functions when he has fuck else to do but he never offers to help or be a part of the team. If it's got nothing to do with either Minho or Hyunjin then Changbin doesn't want any part of it.

Changbin only signed up to be a prefect so he could be out of bed past normal hours and not get in trouble for it, because he quite liked how the school looked at night and he sometimes goes for a stroll to clear his head.

You might say that the only effort he ever puts in, is when it comes to his sex life.

If Changbin ever meets someone who catches his eye, well then of course he wants them, but he always casts a spell to keep them quiet and not tell their friends.

You might also say that he can be a bit of a slut like Hyunjin, but unlike Hyunjin no one knows about it. The only thing people know about Changbin is that he hates everyone, and to never cross him unless you feel like dying today.

So here Changbin was, on a Thursday night which was his night for prefect duty, walking along Hogwarts biggest bridge and watching the night all while contemplating the fact that he is now a pursuer.

A pursuer of Lee Minho to be exact.

Changbin found himself watching over Minho when they weren't together, just to make sure he was safe and looked like he was happy. He also found himself never wanting to leave Minho's sight when they were together, offering to forego his night owl-ness so that Minho didn't have to go to bed alone.

Most of all he didn't even notice but could kinda tell at the same time that he was being overly touchy with Minho, slinging his arm around or holding his thigh or leaning against his shoulder or even kissing his cheek to say goodbye. Changbin was 100% catching feelings, and he was 100% liking it.

Over the next few days, things were changing yet staying the same at the same time. Minho just couldn't explain it, it was almost making him go mad. So mad that he found himself looking for Kim Seungmin of all people for advice, a Ravenclaw for god sake!

Minho and his friends were doing fine and hanging out as normal (except when Hyunjin rants about Felix for an hour straight!) however Changbin was still acting different, he was being extra touchy, extra clingy and always wanted to find excuses to spend more time with him.

Like the other day when Minho wanted to go to bed early, Changbin decided to join him so that he wasn't going to bed alone and that shocked Minho since Changbin was the biggest night owl he knew!

"Hey, you Ravenclaw! have you seen Kim Seungmin?" Minho asked in a rush, his mind a foggy haze of confusion.

"First of all, it's Jongho alright. And second, you just missed him but he went that way" Jongho pointed towards the library.

"Yeah yeah Jongwhatever, thanks though!" Minho couldn't even remember the last time he thanked someone who didn't come from the house of snake but this was a wacky day and Jongho was technically helpful.

Minho just really needed to talk to someone who wasn't Hyunjin because if he talked to Hyunjin he knew he would get a response that said that maybe Changbin wants to fuck and that Minho should get that D. A response like that is not the kind of response Minho wants right now, and Kim Seungmin was known around the school for giving great advice.

"So what your saying is you think your friend is acting different and you don't know why, like he touches you more than he used to?" Seungmin pondered on it for a moment, it could be a sign of feelings however it could also be a sign of needing comfort because maybe his friend was going through something right now.

"I haven't got all day man! what do you think is up?"

"Oh calm down will ya! Look, he might like you but you will never truly know unless you ask him or he tells you first" Seungmin finally broke the silence, said the words that Minho didn't know could be said but now make so much sense.

"Oh wow! this answers everything, but why me?"

"You know I wouldn't date you even if you were the last person alive, cause your a huge asshole. However, Changbin is your best friend and you are his, your friendship is close as fuck honestly I'm not surprised" Seungmin zipped up his bag before standing up. "Well, good luck to you, I'm off to spells class thankfully the last of my day" and with that Seungmin left, leaving Minho to his thoughts.

"Thanks man" Minho called out as Seungmin walked away, and Seungmin smirked to himself; he just got the Lee Minho to say thank you.

Ravenclaws were known for having a much calmer relationship with Slytherins. While Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs hated them with a passion Ravenclaws on the other hand; knew that this is just who they were, they were assholes by nature and most likely will never change. So instead of screaming matches or mean comments, they lived peacefully and as long as it doesn't concern them, well then it doesn't concern them.

Changbin wasn't entirely sure when he had sudden feelings for Minho either. Like yes that night when Hyunjin said he liked Felix is when the feelings started, but he didn't know why!

Changbin and Minho were the best of friends, they went to the same preschool and their mothers are friends, Hyunjin only joined the duo during first year when he acted as if he owned the place and people still "bowed down" to him, Changbin and Minho thought it was so badass and it's been a trio ever since.

So why would Changbin wanna affect the trio? Possibly ruin the friendship if it didn't go well, It was making Changbin almost go insane with this thought.

It was also almost making Changbin go insane at the fact that he can't just run up and kiss Minho whenever he pleased, and kissing Minho is all he wants to do right now. Yes he kisses Minho cheek all the time but to Changbin, cheeks were no longer cutting it anymore. He knew he was getting feelings and he was liking them however Changbin couldn't help but worry to know whether Minho liked him back.

Which is why Changbin planned to ask Minho out, plain and simple.

Can't know whether someone likes you if you don't ask right?

"Hey Hyung" Changbin states, while Minho is drawing in a sketch book. Hyunjin was currently in the bathroom, so Changbin took this as his chance.

"Hmm?" Minho hums back, not lifting his head from the pages.

"Did you wanna hang out tomorrow?" it comes out far more squeaky than anticipated, like he was asking someone he wasn't friends with to hang out.

"We hang out every day Binnie, there's no need to ask" Minho laughs a little at that, kinda stunned by the question.

"Oh um that's not what I meant" Changbin scratched the back of his neck from being nervous. This single phrase caused Minho to stop drawing and finally look Changbin in the eyes. Maybe Seungmin was right?

"I meant hang out as in like a date. Do you wanna go on a date with me tomorrow?"

Seungmin you smart bastard, oh how I could kiss you right now!

"Yeah, sure!"

Minho wasn't entirely sure when he started developing feelings for Changbin either.

He concluded it was between all of the mind fucks and lingering touches that always left Minho breathless like actually breathless Hyunjin had to remind him to breathe one time. Which of course came with a million questions as to why he wasn't breathing in the first place.

It's because Changbin is fucking with me but like in a good way because I might feel the same and when he rubbed my leg just before I thought I would melt-

"Oh I think I just fucked up" Hyunjin exclaims as he returns from the bathroom, looking like he just got mauled by a bear which 100% translates to just got done making out.

"You and Felix do it without protection or something?" I snickered but shut up instantly when Hyunjin shot me a glare. He sighed before speaking.

"I was making out with Minhyuk. He was hot and feeling horny and honestly so was I because Felix wants to take this so dam slow- anyway we were kissing and I think Felix saw us"

"You think he saw you?"

"Yeah, if the running away and crying sounds weren't anything to go by. I really liked Felix guys UGH why does my dick control my life!" Hyunjin threw his hands up in exasperation, a desperate cry for help from his friends.

I laughed at that, so did Changbin, before stopping ourselves to try and help.

"First of all, you should apologize since you were in the wrong. You did a shit thing and Gryffindor's don't like that" Changbin started, looking straight into Hyunjin's eyes to make sure he was listening.

So here Minho was, standing in blue straight leg jeans and a blue and white striped button-down; in front of the three broomsticks, scared shitless.

Why was he scared shitless you ask?

Today was Minho's date with Changbin, and while they've hung out multiple times before they were never dates.

Suddenly Minho found himself questioning the way that he looked or smelt when around Changbin, and honestly Changbin felt the same.

Changbin was also scared as he walked along the footpath on his way to the pub, he had been on many dates but none that he really cared about, none that mattered.

Do I even look ok? were the black skinny jeans too much yet was the white button-down not enough? Oh man, what if I screw this up I don't wanna wreck the trio? It's ok Changbin just relax and say hello, you can do that.

"Hey Minho Hyung!" Changbin shouted as he got closer.

"Oh hey dude, you made it!" Minho was about to go in for a fist bump but mentally cringed, and maybe he shouldn't say dude or man on this date either. It was certainly too soon for pet names so Minho just settled for real names.

Instead, Minho smiled as Changbin opened the door and they both walked inside.

"So how do we do this? Like can I hold your hand or?" Minho asked once they were in their booth.

"Hmm I'd like that very much" Changbin leans in close, Minho can feel the hot breath on his skin as he speaks. "shall I go order us some drinks, beer?"

"Yeah, thanks, kinda feeling a dark beer if possible?"

Changbin gave a sweet smile to indicate that he got it before walking off, a spring in his step at the fact that he gets to buy his date a beer.

Once he made it over to the bar, he noticed the bartender looked familiar...

"Park Seonghwa? you work here?" Changbin greeted cheerfully with a hint of surprise.

"Yeah, just on weekdays after school. So I can make money and all that jazz. I'm guessing you want a drink?" Seonghwa explained then asked, reaching for a glass.

"Actually two please, I'm here on a date. One light beer and one dark beer" This caused Seonghwa to stop, he turned around and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I hope it goes well, but you can always call me if it doesn't work out" Seonghwa winked before getting back to his job. "here you go, now have fun but not too much fun" Seonghwa winked again which threw Changbin off and honestly made him question Seonghwa's intentions. He couldn't let this ruin his date however so he began to walk back to the table when he noticed Minho was missing.

"Hyung? where did you go, Minho Hyung?"

Where was Minho indeed...

Even though Changbin and Seonghwa weren't flirting, that's what it looked like to Minho.

To Minho they were leaning in, touching shoulders and smiling too widely and this upset him to no end. I thought Changbin liked me?

With tears threatening to fall Minho stormed out of the pub and the cold air alone was enough to make them fall. He tried his best to muffle his sobs since he was in public and had a tough guy rep to keep, but it got harder with each sob. Minho couldn't believe his best friend would do that.

Changbin was frantically looking for Minho, since he disappeared not even 5 minutes into his date.

With a sigh of relief Changbin's eyes softened when he saw Minho outside. Changbin still wanted to know why he left but was happy nothing bad had happened.

"Hyung, why are you outside? and are you crying what's wrong?" Changbin went to step closer but Minho took one back.

"HOW COULD YOU!" Minho somehow found the courage to yell.

"How could I what?"

"FLIRT WITH THE BARTENDER, HOW COULD YOU!"

"I wasn't flirting with the bartender, I was surprised to find out who it was but I promise I wasn't flirting" Changbin tried his best to soothe.

"AND HOW WERE YOU SO SURE, WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I'LL BELIEVE YOU!"

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, YOU IDIOT. I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BIG IDIOT BRAIN AND YOUR PRETTY FACE AND CHARMING SMILE AND WHY AM I STILL YELLING?" Changbin felt out of breath, placing his hands on his knees so he wouldn't fall over.

Minho was stunned but in a good way, he asked for a reason and he most certainly got one. "You love me?" it was much quieter, and more vulnerable than before, Minho never knew that he could feel this vulnerable in his entire life. I mean he was the Lee Minho, and the Lee Minho wasn't known for showing this much emotion.

"Your my best friend, I love you so fucking much" that was all Changbin could say and take before running over to Minho and smashing their lips together.

The world stopped, because in this moment there was only Changbin. There were no patrons coming and going, or no Dings of a bike bell as one road past, because there was only Changbin.

Changbin was kissing Minho, and Minho was kissing back.

Minho's tears turned to tears of joy as he tried to soak up the moment as much as possible, happily opening his mouth when he felt Changbin's tongue probe at the entrance.

Changbin's whole body felt on fire, as his hands pulled Minho in as close as possible and his mouth tuned into place. They only stopped when their bodies were begging for air.

Minho knew there was no such thing as getting drunk off a kiss, but he sure as hell felt that way. Someone bumped into him and he was the one to say sorry.

"Oh my who are you and what have you done with Lee Minho" Changbin teased as he wrapped his arms around Minho.

"I have no idea, let's just get out of here I wanna make out some more" Minho's dazed eyes lovingly looked up into Changbin's adoring ones.

"I love you so much."

"I love when you say that."

Who was this new Lee Minho and what had he done with the original Lee Minho indeed.

Minho was still the same old asshole everyone feared, it's just that now he was a happily taken overly jealous-in-love asshole that everyone feared.

Not only did Minho get pissed off if you messed with Minho but now Minho got pissed off if you messed with Changbin too. Minho had always wanted to protect his friends but he knew that Changbin could always handle himself. Now however Minho felt the need to protect as his boyfriend.

Minho and Changbin were just minding their own business kissing on the couch in celebration of Changbin asking Minho to escort him to the yule ball, but was all ruined when Changkyun walked past and winked in their direction, Minho of course saw this, and rage coursed through him.

"Did you just wink at my boyfriend?" within seconds Minho had Changkyun pushed up against the nearest wall in a chokehold and was sneering at him with pure disgust. "how dare you think it's ok to wink at someone who is taken!"

Changbin had wanted to intervene, but was secretly enjoying the scene way too much.

"It didn't mean anything" Changkyun had tried to protest.

Minho didn't want any staff involved so eventually he let him go and watched as Changkyun heaved.

"If I ever see you do that again I won't let go next time. Stay away from my boyfriend" Minho finally spat before grabbing Changbin's hands and walking upstairs.

"Dam baby jealous much" Changbin mused as they walked.

"Oh don't try to deny you loved it" Minho felt nothing but desire as they got inside the dorm and used a wordless spell to lock the door.

"It was hot, kinky even" Changbin kissed down Minho's neck, sucking in a particular spot to stake his claim. Aroused even more when Minho moaned from the feeling.

"Loved when you choked him baby being all dominate n shit. But does Changkyun know all that dominance goes away the moment I kiss you" Changbin was being cheeky, but he wanted to be sexy cheeky so that Minho would get even more aroused. Changbin ripped off Minho's shirt and his kissed started getting lower, so lower to the place that Minho wanted to be kissed the most, crying out once again "Binnie, right there..."

The announcements for King and Queen nominations happened during herbology class.

“Sorry for the disturbance students and staff this won’t take long. The nominations for Yu ball Queen are; Kim Soojin, Jung Mina, and Ying Taehee. The nominations for Yu ball King are; Hwang Hyunjin, Kang Yeosang, and Han Jisung. Thank you and have a blessed day.”

"I can count on your votes right?" Hyunjin asked, which brought the other two out of their "staring at each other lovingly" haze.

"Of course Jin, were your best friends who else are we gonna vote for?" Changbin laughed at the question, like as if he would ever vote for Kang Yeosang or Han Jisung over his best friend?

"Don't forget you also have Felix's vote" Minho added, swallowing the urge to gag at the mention of his name. Minho still couldn't understand why Hyunjin was so captivated by a Gryffindor, but he kept silent in favor of his friend's happiness.

The night of the Yu ball was a complete mess yet was also the best night of the Slytherins lives.

Awkward dancing for one thing because they ditched the dancing lesson, which just made them both laugh.

"Ow Binnie you stepped on my toe again" Minho whined with a pout on his lips.

"Babe your the one who wanted to ditch so that we had the dorms free to have sex again" Changbin chuckled but leaned down to place a sweet kiss on Minho's pouty lips.

"Not my fault your so hot, also not my fault your dick is so big" Minho spun around when Changbin did so.

"But you wished you had gone to the dance lesson now don't you?" Changbin teased, making a bop motion on his nose.

"Hush you! less ballroom and more slow dancing" Minho demanded and kissed him once again, lingering for effect.

"Anything for you my love"

"I just love when you say that"

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A/N: Finally got a new laptop which means I can write again, spent most of the day finishing this!!! don't worry my hard hours for Ateez are still open and I will be answering them in between while I work on other things!

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Pairing: Felix (sub) x Minho (dom) stray kids

WC: 4447

Warnings: Smut, vanilla yet kinda rough sex, language, very slight bullying if you squint.

Felix got on with everyone he met, everyone except for Minho. He was rude and didn't hold back when he spoke. So what do you do when you don't click as friends? you fuck of course.

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Felix got along with everyone, that's just who he was. All throughout Felix's life he was known as the guy who got along with everyone. It was just in his nature to be a nice and caring person and it radiated wherever he went.

Obviously, Felix wasn't friends with everyone; he had a small loving group of friends and made sure to stay away from the bad crowds. He just had this quality about him that no one could really pinpoint but it made him known as a great guy.

Even though Felix got along with everyone, he only had a small group of friends. Living by the motto that claims quality is better than quantity. It was proven to be true because if you were lucky enough to be Felix's friend then you knew you were a quality person.

First, there was Jisung who happened to be born only a day before Felix so everyone calls them the twins. They also happen to be roommates and best friends since childhood. Jisung was someone you could really count on and rely on basically whenever, plus he had the best sense of humor and the best music taste (ironically it's mostly the same as Felix's.) Felix and Jisung were inseparable and only started expanding their circle in their late teens.

Next, was Hyunjin, the other roommate and a friend that Felix made on his first day of college when some guy walked past and made a snarky comment about Felix's freckles and he stood up for him. They have been friends ever since and are studying the same major, modeling, while Jisung chose music production. He is a very touchy'feely drunk so you had to watch yourself at times.

Next again was Seungmin, he had a smile that instantly lit up any room he walked into. Felix loved that he was great at giving advice for one thing. Plus Seungmin was an overly happy drunk so it always made for a good time. The only downside was that he liked to live alone, so he only had a small studio with one bed and a pull-out couch. It was nice but you also get why Felix thinks it's a downside.

Lastly, there was Jeongin who was the youngest of the group and the only one who lived in a dorm. Since he was a first-year he had to live in the dorms and can only move out when he gets to his second year. Jeongin was a lot closer to Seungmin than Felix, but they still got on great and we're currently in the middle of a meme war. They had to send each other a new meme every morning and the first one to forget buys drinks the next time they go out; so far no one has lost yet.

It was safe to say that Felix had a nice life. He did quite well in his classes while still having time for an active social life and dating life. Felix for about 6 months dated this guy named Jung Wooyoung and they were as cute as can be until Felix was dumped for Choi San.

"Wait, who's this guy?" Felix asked, he was sat on the edge of Jisung's bed while he was trying to find the perfect shirt to match his jeans.

"Lee Minho remember? I was paired up with him for a project but we kinda became friends along the way" Jisung made an 'ah ha' noise once he found the perfect shirt.

"So you invited him to dinner then" Felix predicts.

"Yeah, I hope that's cool? The others are already siked to meet him"

"Yeah, it's fine, I'm always up for meeting new people!"

"FELIX FOR THE LOVE OF GOD I WILL LEAVE WITHOUT YOU"

Shit, he forgot about his breakfast date with Hyunjin before class.

"I'M COMING, JUST A SEC" Felix yelled back, standing up and grabbing his bag in the process.

"Are you sure you don't wanna join us?" Felix asks just one last time before leaving.

"It's alright. I gotta prep some things for class so I really can't" Jisung motions to his music set up, and it explains why it is turned on.

"Ok, love you and I'll see you tonight" Felix leans in for a goodbye kiss which Jisung graciously accepts.

"Bye love you, be there by 7" Jisung returns before heading to his setup.

By the time it reached 7, Felix was so tired and ready to just go home, watch a few episodes of brooklyn99 and pass out. Tuesdays were always his busiest days, filled with 3 classes and he promised to help Seungmin out since he was getting a new sofa and that took way longer than expected.

But, he was intrigued to meet Minho and he did promise to meet Jisung and he never breaks his promises. So he mustered up all his willpower, got into his car, and drove to the restaurant.

It was Japanese cuisine, Yuki's sushi, known for its large selection of sushi and vibey decor. The bell rang as Felix walked inside, boots clunking with every step he got closer to the table.

"Felix hey!" Seungmin waved him over to their booth. Seungmin and Jeongin sat on one side while Jisung, Hyunjin, and the new guy Minho sat on the other side.

"Long time no see ey Minnie" Felix joked while giving hello kisses to all, having seen Seungmin earlier today. Seungmin laughed in return and moved over so there was space for Felix to sit.

"You must be Minho, I'm Felix, it's nice to meet you" Felix held out his hand for Minho to shake, which Minho accepted but gripped a little too tight for Felix's liking.

"Felix?" Minho questioned at the forigen name.

"Actually Yongbok, but don't call him that unless you feel like dying" Jisung explains while opening his menu, "so, shall we order?"

"We gotta try at least 3 types of sushi, ooh they also have Yakatori don" Jeongin was amazed by all of the choices, and honestly so was Felix when he took a look at his own menu. He had to come here more often!

"So Felix, what do you do?" Minho was the first one to start a conversation.

"I'm studying modeling along with Hyunjin. As for work, I model for my cousin's clothing brand" Felix explained, taking a sip of his newly ordered wine. Felix didn't like the way Minho looked at him before he got a response, a look that insinuated Felix wasn't good-looking enough to be a model.

"Interesting, not what I thought" is all Felix gets, and it takes everything in him to not get up and leave. Jisung and Hyunjin didn't notice the look because they weren't sitting opposite Minho and neither did Jeongin who was too busy ordering too much food but Seungmin noticed. He noticed the way Felix tensed and gripped his menu harder.

"You ok?" Seungmin whispered, placing a hand on Felix's thigh comfortingly. Which made Felix let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, and just nodded in reply.

"What do you do Minho?" Hyunjin was the one to keep the conversation going, since Jisung the mutual excused himself to go to the bathroom.

"Well as you know I study music production with Jisung and 2 of my other friends and for now I'm a waiter at Sliders, you know that burger place with the neon signs?"

"Oh yeah, I think Felix n I ate there last week. Quite a good burger actually" Hyunjin muses, just as Jisung returns and the food arrives.

Holy shit Jeongin did you order the whole menu?

"Sorry guys I know it's a lot, but there was just so much I wanted to try and I know Jisung loves sushi so" Jeongin didn't really seem all that sorry for ordering all this food when his face lit up in anticipation of trying it all. Most of the group just brushed it off and started eating.

"So Minnie, I hear there's a new guy in your life?" of course Hyunjin goes straight in for the gossip, juicy topics, or whatever people are calling it nowadays. Seungmin just chuckled a little before answering, explaining how he met some guy named Yeosang and they really hit it off.

Felix just wasn't able to shake the way he felt about Minho though, to everyone else he was a nice well-meaning guy but to Felix? he just couldn't stand him.

He always gave questionable looks, he even claimed that he heard bad rumors about Yeosang and that Seungmin should be careful, not to mention that Minho looked like he'd rather be anywhere else.

That was just in one dinner setting! It was unsettling to Felix because he's never felt this way about someone before. Felix liked everyone, so why didn't he like Minho?

Over the next week Jisung kept wanting to bring Minho along to their hangouts because in Jisung's opinion; "He's just so cool" out of the 5 times Minho was asked, he only came to 2 of them since the other times he had other plans, which was a relief to Felix.

The times he did come, however, always made Felix wanna go home. It was nothing against Jisung because Jisung was allowed to have other friends. Minho just kept rubbing Felix the wrong way, his attacks almost becoming personal but he would cover it up claiming he was just joking, poking fun if you will.

Jisung had also met Minho's other friends Chan and Changbin, who apparently he had known since high school. Which only sounded a little bit cute, 3 friends who all share the same dream and wanna go to the same school to pursue said dream.

Jisung wanted to plan a group hangout; going to a karaoke bar. Felix knew that Jisung would invite him and Hyunjin who were his closest friends, and Jeongin, and Seungmin who would ask his boyfriend Yeosang along. (jokes on you Minho Yeosang was a totally normal nice human being) Felix also knew that Jisung would Invite Minho and that Minho would invite Chan and Changbin by extension, and Chan would bring his boyfriend Seonghwa along.

"Ok, who wants to go first, but I call dibs on super junior's sorry sorry. It's been Felix and I's karaoke song for the longest time" Jisung turned to everyone once he brought over round 3, now decided that people were tipsy enough to sing.

"You know it baby" Felix shot back with a smirk.

"Babe let's do EXO'S call me baby" Seonghwa asked happily.

"Sure, but I don't wanna go first" Chan replied.

That was Jisung's cue to grab Felix from his chair and pull him over to the stage, they were both grinning at this point. Tipsy Felix loved karaoke, and most of his friends knew this. Both Jisung and Felix even knew the iconic dance, and there was no way they were not gonna do it tonight.

By the time the song was over, Felix felt euphoric, his friends cheered for him and Jeongin offered to buy the next round since that morning he forgot to send a meme which meant that he lost the meme war.

Nothing could bring down his mood, nothing except for Minho apparently.

"I give you a 3.5 at best" he commented while sipping on his drink.

"Will you knock it off already, Jisung and I were good" Felix tried to stand up for himself.

"Yeah, Jisung was good" Minho commented again, which only made Felix huff in response. He was about to forget it when an idea popped into his head.

"Minho wants to go next!" Felix declared, even though he remembered one time Jisung said he hated singing. It honestly made Felix wonder why he said yes to a karaoke bar when he would never wanna participate.

Minho shot Felix a glare, and Felix knew that later on he was in for it but right now he didn't care, he finally got some revenge.

The next few weeks went by pretty smoothly, and quietly too. Hangouts became fewer since it was exam time. Felix missed seeing his friends (besides the ones he lives with) but on the upside, Felix hadn't seen Minho for a while (minus that one time he came over but that was purely for an assignment thing so he left Felix alone)

Felix was enjoying his time Minho free because he was free to do whatever he pleased without Minho commenting about it. There was a small part of him that felt guilty for disliking a person this much but another part of him suggested that Minho didn't like Felix either or else he wouldn't be acting this way.

All bittersweet things must come to an end however and when exam period was over that meant one thing; Hyunjin's birthday, and boy did Hyunjin like to go hard on his birthday.

"Let's keep things small this year, just all our friends and maybe they can plus one like one other person. I just want a fun night in, music, drinks, party games, nachos" Hyunjin explained, writing all of his thoughts down on a pad.

"Chan also asked if it was ok for Seonghwa to bring some friends? only 3 people. He just didn't wanna be that guy who knows no one" Jisung asked from the bathroom, where he was fixing his hair.

So that meant Minho would come along, he would bring Chan and Changbin and Chan would bring Seonghwa and apparently 3 of Seonghwa's friends.

Just fucking great.

"Yeah sure, but only 3 ok I want this to be small" Hyunjin replied.

"Thanks, Hyung, tomorrow night is gonna be awesome" Jisung comes out of the bathroom looking quite snazzy, too snazzy for a Thursday night.

"So where are you off too hmm?" Felix mused.

"Cut the tone it's not a date or anything. I'm actually going to my parents. My brother recently got engaged so he wants all the fam to have dinner" Jisung explained.

"Well that's good for him, tell him I say congratulations" Felix got up off the couch, turning to Hyunjin; "Hyung you wanna get dinner?"

"Definitely, we gotta have-

Please don't say Sliders please don't say Sliders.

"Yuki's sushi again. I've been craving it."

It was the night of Hyunjin's birthday, and everything was set up and ready to go. Not that there was much to set up anyway.

Felix took care of the music, playing a playlist that Hyunjin carefully crafted for his special day. Jisung took care of the food, setting up chip flavors and popcorn in different bowls. Seungmin and Jeongin came over early too and they were hanging up the happy birthday sign over the couch on the wall. Lastly, Hyunjin was grabbing things like card games and the many bottles of soju he bought.

Minho was the first to arrive, along with Changbin and a few cases of beer.

"Jinnie, happy birthday" Minho exclaimed and went in for a hug.

"Thanks, Hyung, glad you could make it" Hyunjin replied.

"Happy birthday Hyunjin, It's from both of us" Changbin gave Hyunjin a small box, with what turned out to be a pair of earrings inside.

"Hyung, I love it. Thank you" Hyunjin went in for another hug just as the others started arriving. Said others horrified Felix so much so that he pulled the closest arm with him into the kitchen. Said arm happened to be Seungmin's.

"Why the fuck is my ex-boyfriend here, and with the guy he dumped me for" Felix whisper-yelled, breaths getting quicker in panic.

"They must be friends of Seonghwa's," Seungmin thought, just as Jisung walked by.

"I had no idea Seonghwa was friends with that Scumbag. I know of Yunho but your ex? are you gonna be ok?" Jisung asks, and Felix felt like he might throw up so all he did was shake his head.

"I wish I could ask him to leave but I told Seonghwa he could bring friends fuck" Jisung grabbed his head in frustration.

"Oh my god what do I do?" Felix literally had no idea how he was gonna face his ex after all these months.

"Ok first of all you need to breathe honey, everything is going to be alright you have us with you" Seungmin took Felix's shaking hands in his, watching as Felix took a deep breath to calm himself.

"There, better?"

"Almost" Felix went to the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of vodka, downing 2 shots in one go; "Now that's better, let's go party!"

The night started out slow, just listening to music and drinking casually. Felix was still sober enough to notice the way Changbin and Hyunjin were getting pretty close.

Hyunjin would giggle at something Changbin said, and Changbin would use that as an excuse to touch his shoulder or thigh or hold his hand. Hyunjin smiled, falling hard and not even knowing it yet.

Felix also made sure to stay away from his ex and his new bf as much as possible, but it turned out to be pretty easy considering they spent most of the night talking to Yunho, Seonghwa, and Chan. Seungmin was a little bummed that Yeosang got sick and wasn't able to come but after a few drinks he was fine and having a nice time with his friends.

"Dam is that your ex, must be harsh" Minho once again only needed to speak to ruin Felix's good mood. Felix took another swig of his wine before answering.

"Not tonight please, I'm already dealing with my ex I don't wanna deal with you too" Felix replied in a tone that made him sound defeated.

"What? I'm only stipulating that it must be harsh to be at a party your ex is attending" Minho had a smirk on his lips, indicating all things evil.

"so what you got any ex's or?" Felix spat a lot harsher than expected.

Minho just laughed a little. "Oh I've got ex's, there just not here."

It all changed once Hyunjin decided to play the first game, spin the bottle. Quite a hardcore game to start out with but Felix just figured he wanted a chance to kiss Changbin.

The birthday boy was the first to spin, and it landed on Jeongin much to Hyunjins disappointment, but they kissed anyway. Just a small peck before moving on. Yunho was next, and it landed on Minho, and for some reason, Minho felt like he had to look in Felix's direction before he kissed Yunho.

Hyunjin wanted to go again, and this time it did land on Changbin. They leaned in for a kiss which got way too hot way too soon, pulling at each other's hair and kissing like their lives depended on it. Wooyoung had to physically pull them apart that's how heated it got.

They played a few more rounds, couples too drunk to care who kissed who. Felix kissed Jeongin, Jisung, and even Chan! but when it was his turn again and it landed on Minho, that's when the fun stopped.

Felix stood up and went straight to his room, not even saying a word as Jisung tried to protest. There was no way in hell Felix would ever kiss Minho, he couldn't be paid enough!

"Are you ok?" Minho asked as he entered Felix's room, looking around for a moment as he had never been in Felix's room before.

Oh for fucks sake!

"Like you care, what are you doing here?" Felix spat, he didn't even care if he sounded rude, he was so close to tears he just wanted to be alone.

"I mean you just left so" Minho trailed off.

"As if I would ever kiss you willingly, your always a dick to me, and I doubt you wanna kiss me either."

"Maybe I'll surprise you."

"I don't like you, you know? your rude, and snarky, you always find ways to poke fun at me. so don't act like you care. and no I'm not ok asshole" Felix let a few stray tears fall, he wasn't sobbing but his voice had that tone to it that indicated to anyone that he was crying.

"I'll be honest, I don't like you either. I was jealous of how amazing you were. You are gorgeous and talented, skinny as fuck, not to mention a great sense of humor so Jisung tells me" Minho explains, taking a cautious step closer.

"Thanks, dick, can you go now?" Felix asked annoyed.

"No, I don't think I will" Minho stood his ground, even though they were in Felix's room.

Just as Felix was about to speak again Minho grabbed him and pushed him onto the bed, and hovered over him. Felix gasped but It didn't take long for them to start kissing.

It was like all their anger and rage were being let out in this kiss, hungrily searching for more. Minho was quick to remove his own and Felix's shirt; trailing his kisses down to Felix's neck.

They were grabbing each other like it was the last time they would ever grab something. Felix moaned into the kiss once Minho inserted his tongue, but used his fingers to tweak at Felix's nipples.

"Someone's eager" Minho smirked.

"Just fuck me already!" Felix whined.

"All in due time kitten, where's your lube?"

"Top drawer, pink bottle"

Minho kissed Felix's chest while simultaneously using his hands to grab the lube. Was surprised to find what looked nothing like a lube bottle but let it go when actual lube came out from the bottle.

Felix had no idea what was going on outside his bedroom, but that was the furthest thing from his mind right now as Minho inserted two fingers inside of Felix, wanting to get him ready for his cock.

Felix moaned and whined throughout the whole process, while Minho's fingers were nice it would never be as nice as his dick.

"Just one more kitten, I don't wanna hurt you" If Felix were a coherent human being, he would ask a silly question implying that Minho never cared about not hurting Felix before.

When Minho finally put in dick inside, Felix let out his loudest moan yet. His hands gripping the sheets, eyes going wide and almost choking on his breath; Minho was huge.

"I know, I'm big" Minho touted his own horn, most likely have seen a reaction like this before from someone else.

"It's so deep Hyung, so good" Felix swears hes died and gone to heaven at this point.

"You know? this would be a perfect opportunity to make Wooyoung jealous, be super loud so that he knows you're being fucked, and fucked good I might add"

"Oh please" Felix moans, and does it loud like Minho suggested, and he smiles. Loving the way he gets all submissive for him, a side he never knew existed but a side he now loves.

"You like that, like how my cock reaches all the right places," Minho asks in between his own moans, Felix just felt so right around him.

Who knew that constant bickering would lead to this. If you had asked Felix 3 months ago at Yuki's sushi he would just laugh his ass off.

Minho flipped them over so that now Felix was on top, and he thrived in the way Felix leaned over, his hands playing with Minho's nipples as he started to ride.

"Uh, Hyung" Felix moaned once he could tell he was getting close.

"Keep going baby, you feel so tight shit-" Minho was cut off with another moan when Felix leaned down to kiss him. Minho stroked Felix's cock in hopes of getting him to the edge faster, and it worked like a charm.

"Hyung I'm so close" Felix moved his hips as fast as he could go, his climax just moments away.

"Me too kitten, cum all over my cock I wanna feel it" Minho grunts as he can feel his own high approaching, but he wants Felix to be the first to cum.

"I'm cuming, oh god I'm cuming" Felix gasps as he spasms and twitches on top of Minho, white hot spurting from his erotic dick was enough to send Minho over his own edge.

Once they had both caught their breath, is when they decided to lay down together, facing each other and holding hands.

"What does this make us?" Felix asks softly, closing his eyes for a moment before reopening.

"Why don't we just enjoy this moment a little more. Talk about our feelings in the morning?" Minho suggested, which was half true and half a lie because all of Minho's alcohol intake was catching up to him and all he wanted to do was sleep.

Luckily Felix felt the same as he yawned before whispering an ok, goodnight and closing his eyes again, not opening them again till the morning.

Felix woke up before Minho, and he was dying to see the damage to his apartment. He opened up the door quietly to see a few bottles and cups lying around, but nothing too crazy which made Felix sigh, and Hyunjin make a noise of question.

"Felix, is that you?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's me, do we have any-" Felix made his way into the kitchen and stopped mid-sentence.

There Hyunjin stood, his body wrapped up in the arms of Changbin while Hyunjin spread some peanut butter on 2 pieces of toast. Changbin leaned in to say something which made Hyunjin giggle in the process.

"What happened between you too" Felix sat on one of the bar stools after grabbing himself a pain killer and some water.

"Well at first Hyunjin got the munchies after downing an entire bottle of dessert wine didn't you sweetheart?" Changbin kissed his ear which made Hyunjin blush.

Fucking cute, Felix thought to himself.

"So I made him some nachos, we ate them on his bed-"

"Then we kinda slept together and confessed our feelings" Hyunjin finished for him with a lazy morning smile.

"Aw, congrats you too!"

"And what about yourself? I know I heard something in that bedroom?" Hyunjin asked back.

"I may or may not have slept with Minho last night" Felix confessed, too happy to even think about not telling him, and he confessed right when Jisung entered the kitchen.

"You did WHAT!" Jisung gasps, taking a seat right next to Felix.

Felix got along with everyone he met, everyone except for Minho. so what do you do when you don't click as friends, you fuck of course, and Felix couldn't be any happier about it.

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IT GETS WORSE BEFORE IT GETS BETTER (skz n atz mxm ft bts)

Yeontan university and Jongsung university have always hated each other ever since "the incident" Jongsung was given a bad rep and now most Yeontan students prefer to stay away, well, as far away as you can get when the two university's aren't that far away from each other. Both being smaller university's around half the size of an ivy league, most people in their 20's went to either of them. Trouble, desire, trauma, love, and maybe even some joy ensure when the two worlds seem to collide. Who knew a weed dealer of all things would bring everyone together. Not to mention their all werwolves and have to navigate that part of them as well, as if things couldn't get any more complicated.

Warnings: college AU, werewolf AU, talk of things like heat/ruts, omegas have pussys no matter gender, drinking, smut, if the specific chap has smut I'll warn that chap, multiple p.o.v's, Woo has ptsd

WE RUN THIS WORLD BABY (Hongjoong x Mingi x reader)

As an EMT shift worker the last person you expected to encounter was the crime lord himself kim Hongjoong, but you did and now you're entangled in his gang and a new dangerous world!

Warnings: very dark, descriptions of injuries, torture, minor character death (no major characters as that pains me too much) smut, bdsm, dom Hongjoong, dom leaning switch Mingi (doms reader but may sub for Hongjoong) sub reader, sexual awakening, ofc aftercare, drug use, drug selling, use of weapons, fighting, blood, darker themes cause you know gang stuff, tiny bit of fluff but not much

I WANT TO BE A ROCK IN MY NEXT LIFE (Yoongi x reader)

Hybrids, Yoongi thought they were extinct until he comes across a cat hybrid shivering late at night near his apartment. His head tells him to call someone, his heart tells him to bring her up to his place. He listens to his heart.

Warnings/tags: Very fluffy but also hurt/comfort, also very smutty, dom Yoongi, sub reader, aftercare, somewhat slice of life, law breaking because owning an unregistered hybrid is well law breaking

MUNCH MUCH (Yoongi x Jungkook x reader)

Your new to the bdsm lifestyle having only recently discovering it and wanting to try. At your first munch you meet two guys looking for a 3rd roommate not knowing they were also looking for a 3rd playmate.

Warnings: bdsm lifestyle focused but also some slice of life plot too, falling in love over time, aftercare, enjoying bdsm while still being an active member of society! dom Jungkook, dom Yoongi, sub reader, very kinky (spec warnings in each chapter) (they don't sub but somehow it works with 2 doms ok its my fic-)

OF POMERANIANS AND LATTES (Taehyung x reader)

When desperate times call for desperate measures as an aspiring yet struggling artist you create an onlyfans where you paint naked seated on a sybain machine. An interesting man one day gives you the biggest tip imaginable and his only request in return is to meet you.

Warnings: sex on camera, solo fun on camera, light bdsm not the focus, aftercare, love of art, falling in love, they both own Pomeranians, reader has coffee addiction, reader has insomnia and migraines, taetae is rich

DECISIONS FOR YOUR HAPPINESS (Jimin x Taehyung mxm) (title may change)

Taehyung and Jimin are in a happy 24/7 TPE relationship and this fic will be more like one shots of their life (bdsm scenes, plain sex, fluffy slice of life, other bts members are their friends also in the lifestyle)

Think About It pt.1 || Chris Bang

⇢ summary: you were never one for parties, drinking or even sex. how could you? you were a virgin, not even having your first kiss yet. sure you had just turned eighteen, but there was no one out there for you. that is until the school’s certified bad boy takes a notice to your existence. (high school au)

⇢ genre: angst; smut; one shot

⇢ word count: 3053

⇢ warnings: swearing; smut (semi-public sex, wall sex, mild praise kink)

⇢ note: chris is a whole ass snack fight me. so sorry that this is short.

Fuck. Life can’t get any better than this.

This is your last year, your senior year of high school. God it’s frustrating. Exams, friendships, collage, work, sex. Woah! Way off course there. Where has your head been?

Life was chaos. Life was shit. Nothing could change your mind.

It was your last period of the day, calculus. Finally, time to sleep. You’re calculus teacher never cared what the class did, but since it was everyone’s last year, everyone worked at their own pace. Some kids would team up and work together while your teacher watched reruns of Young and The Restless on her laptop.

Sighing, you placed your junk on an empty desk. You ran your fingers in your hair before plopping down in your seat. The stress of school finally caught up with you, and it was over whelming.

Shaking your head, you took out your textbook and notebook and started working.

34. Solve and show your work.

F(s) = L(f(t) = 0¥ e -st f(t) dt

You looked at your book in shock. When in the world would you ever use this?Groaning, you slammed your head into the desk. You were never going to get through this year. It would take a miracle.

You brought your head back up to do your work, but met eyes with the school’s legendary bad boy. He had a whole gang behind him, most being freshmen and sophomores. Sure he was hot, but he was deadly. Anyone who crossed paths with him would be obliterated. His name? Chris Bang. However, he made sure that everyone called him Bang Chan, or Chan for short. 

Girls drooled on him. He was a player, a ‘fuck boy’ if you will. You were even surprised how he had relationships with four teachers, half of the students in school, and managed to keep straight A’s. It was amazing how he still hasn’t failed. Remember how if someone crosses Chris that they’d be a pancake? Well they’d never see the sun ever again if they crossed any of his kids. Stray Kids, that’s what they called themselves. They never played by the rules of the system, making sure that the schools knew that everything was bullshit. They were a glitch in the matrix. The rules didn’t apply to them.

He looked at you for a second before standing up, moving over to you, a smirk played on his lips. The classroom went silent, waiting for him to do something.

Noticing the change in the atmosphere, he yelled, “Hey, can’t a guy get some privacy?” With that, the room went back to it’s chatty self. 

The elder grabbed a chair, placing it in front of your desk, settling himself so that his legs were on wither side of the head. The classic ‘fuck you’ position.

He placed his head on your book, blocking your view from the problem. You frowned angrily. “Can you move?”

He looked up at you, his curly, dyed hair fell over his eyes a bit, making his usual hard look soft.

“No. I like it here, so sorry.” He shifted a bit, moving over your textbook a bit more. 

Giving up, you slumped back into your seat, arms crossed over your chest. He stayed there staring into your eyes. He was intimidating, no wonder he got away with literally anything. He could have Kim Kardashian give him a house with a single look. You gulped nervously, he was too intimidating, it was unsettling. You must’ve been cowering in your seat because he softened his gaze on you. It was only then when you noticed that his eyes were a soft brown shade.

“So, I hear that you’re still a virgin.”

You gulped looking around, making sure no one else could hear you. You lowered your voice down to a whisper, “Who the fuck told you that.”

Chris put his hands up in surrender, lifting his head from your desk. “Rumors spread fast around here, but I guess that it isn’t a rumor, it’s the truth.” He raised an eyebrow, daring for you to deny it.

Anger boiled up inside of you, your blood reached unnatural temperatures. You struggled to keep from punching him square in the face. “Fine, what do you want from me.”

Chris smirked at you, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “Just wondering if it’s boring being one. You know, loosing it is actually pretty fun. Call me if you ever need a release.” He slipped a folded piece of paper into your jacket pocket.

With that he was back at his previous seat, with two other guys, one with with purplish-silver hair, the other had strawberry blonde hair. 

Placing your hand in your pocket, you fished out the piece of paper. Unfolding it it read:

(xxx-xxx-xxxx)

Think about it sweet cheeks - B.Chan

Rolling your eyes, you placed it back into your pocket, trying to focus on your work. But somewhere in the back of your mind, you were urging yourself to text him. He was fine with it, you needed a break, it was your senior year. Everything was fine.

A minute before the bell rang, you took out your phone, plugging in the number.

To: xxx-xxx-xxxx

(1:34 pm) Meet me behind the school today, near the construction site. - Y/n

You closed your phone, watching Chris to see his reaction. His phone buzzed in his pocket, reaching in, he read the text. A second later, he looked up at you and winked. 

Feeling your cheeks burn in embarrassment, you turned away, walking over to the door, leaving the classroom.

The hallways finally emptied when Chris left the room, trying not to draw any attention to himself. He couldn’t believe that you were truly up for it. He never really tried to target virgins, but something drew him to you. It may have been that he’s never done it with a virgin and you were possibly the only one left at school. It could have been how unnaturally pretty you were. Well, whatever it was, he was entranced by you. He needed you, more than he’s ever needed anyone else. It was shocking to even him. Woojin noticed his bizarre behavior, and urged him to go for it. 

So that’s what he was doing. However he couldn’t help but feel nervous. Why was he nervous? There should be no reason for it. He’s had sex so many other times with people younger and older than him, so why was he nervous?

Before he could even think about why, he reached the back of the school, where you were waiting. You looked so pretty, hair tied back, loose strands in your face. Plump, pink lips perfect for kissing. You’re cute button nose. He had to restrain himself from taking you right then and there on the wall of the school. However there was a bit of common decency in him that waited for your consent.

You shifted back from foot to foot, nervous. “Um, so-” You were silenced by a finger on your lips. Chris had moved closer to you, so close that you could feel his warm breath lightly fan your face. The atmosphere thickened quickly.

“Trust me on this Y/n, I know what I’m doing. Just try not to moan too loudly. You got that baby?” He tilted you chin up to make you look in his eyes. You nodded slightly. “Good, are you sure about this?”

He was a gentleman when he wanted to, but you snapped out of it, remembering that he didn’t care.

You nodded, feeling Chris place his lips on yours. Fireworks. That’s all you could feel as the two of you melted into each other. He was intoxicating. He smelled of sandalwood and tasted of oranges with a hint of rosemary. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. So this was the kiss of legends. The kiss that made people question their own beliefs. You loved it.

Chris placed his arms around your waist, bringing your body closer to his. You laced your fingers through his soft locks, wishing that you could do that forever. The kiss was getting so heated that you pulled away, forehead resting on his. The two of you were a panting mess. His arms hovered over yours, creeping up to your cheeks. He held you in his hands, urging you to kiss him again.

You pounced. He was your air, your oxygen. Without him, you’d be dead. You needed him, and he you.

Chris must have been feeling needy because he brushed his tongue against your bottom lip, asking you for permission to enter. Feeling submissive, you obliged. Thought of the act made you cringe before, but experiencing it now was a drug. He explored your mouth, not missing one nook or cranny. 

The clothes on you began to restrict your actions, making them harder for you to melt into his touch. Pulling away, you stared into his lust filled eyes.

“Chan, I need you.” You panted for a second, catching your breath.

With that, he grabbed the hem of your light blue top, lifting it over your head. The warm air on your stomach and breasts made you shiver with anticipation. Chris wasn’t meeting your eyes, but your round, perky chest. You were always self conscious about your body, but the second Chris started admiring you, you reached a whole new level of confidence.

Hesitantly, he licked his lips, practically drooling over you. “C-can I?” He slowly raised his hand, stopping just before he grabbed your left breast to look you in the eyes. He may be a fuck boy, but he was acting more mature than usual in this moment.

This was it. It’s now or never. “Yeah.” You nodded as well, just for reassurance.

Chris’ eyes grew wide as he softly cupped you. His hands were huge; they  looked so perfect resting on your chest. You gasped at the touch, shocked that this would be it. There’s no going back.

He wrapped his empty hand behind your back, releasing you of your confinements in a split second. He let go of you, letting you slide it off your arms. It fell to the ground, leaving your top completely exposed to the outside world. Fuck, the outside world. You immediately covered your boobs with your arms, feeling the insult come at you from your family, friends, teachers, even strangers.

Chris placed his hand back to your cheek. “Y/n, if you don’t want to do this then that’s fine.”

You shook your head. “Just strip already so we can get this over with. I have to be home soon so my mom doesn’t question where I’ve been.” You could feel your cheeks grow a light shade of pink.

No other words had to be shared before Chris stripped himself of his shirt and shorts, leaving him in his boxers. Damn was he toned. You knew he worked out often but you didn’t know she was ripped.

Gulping, you shimmied your way out of your pants, leaving yourself in only a pair of lacy underwear.

You were about to make a move on the elder once again, but he stopped you. “Listen here, if you want to have sex, there can’t be anything covering you, okay sweet cheeks?”

You frowned. “Well that goes for you too Chan.” You moved your hands down to your hips, dragging the thin piece of cloth off of you. Thank the lord I just shaved last night.

Chris smirked at you, admiring your naked body in all it’s glory. He could devour you right then and there, and he’d probably beg you for seconds. How did he not see you before? You were and angel, a total babe. What was wrong with him?

He made himself look away from you, determined to finally taste you before you ran off crying. He slid off his boxers, exposing himself to you.

You’re eyes went big. Dang he had a nice package. It wasn’t to big or too small. He was just the right size for your first and, probably, last fuck. The perfect size. He was pretty well trimmed as well, nothing too crazy.

You gulped. Shit.

Before you could do anything, Chris stepped over to you, no more than three inches apart from you. “Princess, do you want me?” Nod. “Do you need me?” Another nod. “Then get ready for the fuck of your life.”

You laughed. “Don’t get too cocky there Chan.”

He chuckled, putting his hands up in surrender. “My last name is Bang for a reason you know.”

You smiled, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck again, pulling him in close for a kiss. Naturally that kiss went heated the second it started. He tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss more. You broke for air.

“Jump baby.” Hearing this term used daily at school, you obliged, wrapping your exposed legs around his bare torso. The kiss resumed almost instantly before he place your back gently against the wall of the school. You moaned, feeling him place his plump lips on your neck. He traveled around, trying to find your sweet spot. Once he hit it, you gasped, leafing your fingers though his locks, gripping on firmly.

You felt him smirk against your skin, he moved lower, towards your breasts. Teasing one of them fondly. He pinched your hard nipple, moans escaping your lips. He began to massage it as he placed his mouth on the other, tasting your sweet breasts.

You placed your head on the wall, eyes closed, “Chan, please. Don’t stop.”

He released your breast from his mouth with a loud pop. “Chris. Fuck, call me Chris.”

He couldn’t believe he just said that. He’s never asked a girl to call him by his first name during sex. It was unholy. Almost as if he would loose part of his soul if they called him by his real name. However with you, he needed to hear you moan his name. Just the anticipation alone was killing him.

Chris went back to having his mouth on your breast, sucking. You gasped. “Chris. God, yes!”

He couldn’t help but feel his boner come faster than usual. He tried to restrain himself, but with you panting his name, he couldn’t help it, and you felt it.

You grabbed Chris by his cheeks, forcing him off your breast. You missed the contact already. “Chris, I don’t have all day. Take me already.”

“Yes princess.” He smirked, grabbing himself and positioning it at your entrance. He stopped, remembering the condom. Quickly, he let go to you, knees on the ground to fumble through his pants’ pockets.

He grabbed one triumphantly, un wrapping it before placing it on his length, making his way back to you. You jumped back on him, feeling the contact of the rubber on your heat.

Gasping, you looked at Chris in his eyes.

“Baby, look at me. I want you to look at me when I cum in you okay?” You nodded, felling him slowly push himself into you.

Fuck it hurt. You were being ripped alive. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, scratching his back, trying not to scream in pain.

“Fuck baby, you’re doing so good. Just a bit more just me. Don’t worry baby.” His soft whispers made you feel safe when you knew you shouldn’t have.

He fit himself inside you, he stretched you out, god you couldn’t fit anymore. Panting, you released your nails from his back, feeling better that the pain had subsided.

“Ready of the real fun Kitten?” Kitten? Where did that come from? He was no longer in control of his actions. nicknames and actions spewed out of him like they were used regularly, yet he’s never even considered them as a though before. Not even going to lie, both of you loved it. 

Slowly, Chris began to move, small thrusting, to get you adjusted to his size. You couldn’t help but beg for more. The pleasure was surreal. No wonder so many kids ditched school for it. Sex was more addicting than drugs or alcohol.

“Chris, faster. God faster, please.” You felt the grip on your waist tighten as he sped up his case, faster and faster.

“Fuck baby you’re so perfect. Yes, fuck. You like that? Shit.” He panted in your ear, making you feel pleasure all the way down to your toes.

The moment was perfect. The pleasure the two of you felt was insane. You needed him. More. You removed yourself from his shoulders, looking at him in the eyes. The amount of affection the two of you had towards each other made you question your every belief in relationships. His eyes shone not only lust, but something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Princess, I’m going to come okay? Fuck you’re so tight!” He lowered his head, regaining consciousness. 

Feeling the courage to spice things up a bit, you tightened yourself around his length. He couldn’t control himself, he released his seed in you, filling you up to the brim. Moans and yells escaped both of your lips. You collapsed into his arms, being released from your high.

He played you down, trying to regain the strength to stand again. He took off the condom, tossing it into the sewer not too far from you.

You couldn’t believe it. You just had sex with the school’s bad boy, and it was heaven.

About a half an hour went by, the two of you lying down on the grass, naked, behind the school, recovering from probably the best sex you’ll ever have. The silence was comfortable, until Chris got up, grabbing his clothes and dressing himself. You sat up, watching him cover his perfectly toned body. Of course, you were just another one of his daily fucks,

“Hey, perhaps tomorrow, if you're not busy, maybe you’d like to get coffee or something. I’m not really used to doing this. I don’t know, maybe I’m still high from your body or something, but I’d like to see you again.” He winked at you. “Think about it sweet cheeks.”

With that, he walked away, leaving you alone to your thoughts. Perhaps this wouldn’t be the worst year of your life.

@lemonybaby67

Call Gone Wrong || Chris Bang

⇢ summary: your boyfriend was a busy boy; constantly at work, never spending enough time with you - it was frustrating. you couldn’t handle it anymore, and demanded to join him the next time a job arose. though, you messed up, ruining the mission. how will your boyfriend take it? (mafia au)

⇢ requested: can you make another bang chan smut mafia gang where he gets mad cause you did something on accident when he got a call for work and he took you to with him to take care of it?

⇢ genre: romance; angst; smut; one shot

⇢ word count: 1352

⇢ warnings: swearing; smut (spanking; marking; orgasm denial; overstimulation)

⇢ note: i hope this is what you were asking for. sorry it’s kind of short.

The door slammed shut, walls shaking from the impact. Furniture and pictures mounted on the walls moved slightly in place. He’s never been this angry, and it was terrifying. He didn’t look at you. He refused, facing the door instead; forehead placed against it. The leather jacket on his shoulders shook in anger, threatening to fall off. The room was still, everything frozen. You stood in the living room, hands folded in front of you, slightly playing with the hem of your shirt.

You were scared, nervous, concerned, sad. You’ve never seen Chris like this, he’s never been this angry before. Which of course terrified you.

He stood still, jacket no longer threatening to fall off. The brown, curly hair on top of his head was damp from the rain. Time sat still for a moment, before he chuckled. Those chuckles became maniac-like cackles, signaling that you fucked up bad. Cackles ceased once his fist came into contact with the door. So much anger was bottled up inside that it came out in fury. You flinched, cowering at his state.

He turned around, face as hard as stone. His eyes were empty as he stared at you. Blood stains covered his clothes, ruining the fabric. You stood their, shaking at his aura. You didn’t mean for this to happen, you just had to react. Chris should never have brought you. You had always know, deep down inside, that you were a waste for his team. No more. No more.

He dragged his feet slowly towards your cowering figure, tracks of dirt followed. He brought his hand up to cup your cheek. He was gentle, but his intentions were rough.

“Why? Why Y/n?” He placed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “Fucking hell, why?!” His voice echoed in the small apartment you shared. His once soft tone was rough in your ears. Why did you do it? You knew what the consequences would be, so why did you do it? There had to be a reason, right? Was it to prove something to him? Was it to prove something to yourself? You didn’t know.

Chris lightly placed his fingers under your chin before forcing you to look at him, violently pulling your face towards his. “Y/n, Kitten, my Princess. You know I love you right? Of course you know that, so then why did you do that? You knew this call was extremely critical to the team, and you interfered when I told you not to. You were told to stay in the car, were you not?” His grip on your chin tightened, “Why did you have to go behind my back and leave the car? You’re such a naughty little girl.”

You gulped. He rarely ever called you that, which was usually when he came home drunk, naturally that always lead to sex, where he’d whisper that in your ear. This was the first time he’s ever called you that sober. Damn you fucked up big time.

You shivered as a hand slowly tailed up the small of your back, underneath your shirt, reaching your bra. Chris brought his own face to your ear, warm breath fanning your face. “You need to be punished Kitten, you almost revealed our intentions out there today. Now, go head into the bedroom; I want you completely undressed when I walk in there.” He let go of your chin, watching you as you walked into the room.

You sat on the bed, undressing, throwing your clothes in the hamper. The air conditioned room brought chills to your skin. Chris has never been to extreme in bed; he was always afraid of hurting you, which was ridiculous because you always wanted him to be rough. However, tonight might not be the best time to experiment. You waited in anticipation, the suspense killing you.

You looked up from the floor to see you’re boyfriend standing in font of you, naked. In his right hand, a pair of handcuffs; the other, a blindfold. You gulped, staring into his lust filled eyes. Shivers ran down your spine as he looked you up and down.

“Oh, we’re going to have some fun tonight baby.” He licked his lips, his dark side being released into the world.

Beads of sweat covered your body, strands of hair sticking to your forehead, red had prints... Smack.

You hissed at the harsh contact, Chris wasn’t going easy on you yet it turned you on so much. One, two, fifteen, you had lost count. Bent over his lap, hands tied tightly behind your back, ass sticking up, just how Chris wanted his baby girl. He pulled you up by your hair, roughly throwing you onto the bed, his shadow covered your frame as you lied there helpless. His strong hands gripped your hips pulling you up, you felt hot lips kiss your shoulders. Another sharp hit.

“God baby, I want to fuck you till you black out, but first your punishment.” You moaned as you felt his lips make contact with your skin, it burned.

Your body was hot, air left your lungs, all you could do was moan and beg. You felt his power, his dominance, his dark side, it was intoxicating. His scent, his touch, even his eyes on you, it made you burn with desire. You didn’t feel the pain, just the pleasure behind it, the pleasure behind the dirty words, the degradation. You were his little slut, he could throw you, spank you, choke you, do everything he wanted with you. That’s exactly what he was going to do.  You felt his fingertips dig into your skin, another bruise, your back was filled with love bites, so next time you looked into the mirror you remembered you were daddy’s good girl. 

Long fingers barely entering you, had you shivering at the light sensation. You were needy, practically begging him to fuck you but all you got in response were dark chuckles and spankings.

“You don’t get to make request today, you heard me? Bad girls don’t get to get fucked until daddy feels like it.” You nodded slightly, Chris wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing lightly. Small whimpers left your lips as he pulled you against his chest, length aligned with your entrance. He bit your ear lightly, whispered how naughty you were, and how hard he was going to fuck you. As you were about to speak he thrusted in you, full strength. You screamed at the contact, it felt so good, his cock filled you up so well.  Chris groaned as he felt your heat tighten around him, he stared kissing your neck, marking it all over before he pushed you right back on the mattress. He grabbed your tied arms with one of his hands and your hip with the other. His thrusts were brutal, inhumane. He moved harshly, groaning your name once in a while, telling you how good you made him feel. You felt a knot tying in your stomach, he was driving you over the edge.

“D-daddy p-please, I-i’m ...” Chris pulled out abruptly, you whined at the loss. He flipped you over now laying on your back and grabbed you by the throat. Thrusting in you once again, you felt pure bliss under his touch, at one point everything got blurry, you weren’t aware of what came out of your mouth but whatever it was, made him go harder and god was it good. You screamed his name over and over begging him to give you more, fuck you harder. 

He drove you over the edge over and over again, you came over times than you could remember, yet he kept going, filling you up with his cum. His length was tearing you apart, his thrusts made you lose your senses, it wasn’t normal, the feeling was addicting yet unbearable. Chris got high off of your moans, your screams begging him to stop, telling him it was too good, how you couldn’t handle it. He thrusted his hips a few more times and came in you for the last time that day. 

@lemonybaby67

im so obsessed 😭

The “Spy” - Hwang Hyunjin

A/N: @taichoushadow​ I hope it is somewhat good and okay.

Warnings: Brief roleplay, smut, Hyunjin being tied up, rope being used, teasing, dirty talk, nudism, explicit language, descriptive scenes, toys/vibrator being used, nipple play, slight edging, fingering, cum tasting, unprotected sex(readers on the pill), aftercare, cockwarming.

W/C: 5.7K

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the  age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You waited on the bed for Hyunjin to enter, recently you’ve been having some dreams about being a spy, and you probably shouldn’t have told him because he had suggested roleplaying to test it out, you weren’t too optimistic, but it was worth a try.

The bedroom door opens, and you turn to look at him, finding him wearing a pair of leather pants, that seemed to fit extremely tight, and a white button-up. He looks at you as you slowly got up from the bed, his black-coloured hair covering part of his eyes.

“I’m here to arrest you and take you back to headquarters,” He says. You fight the urge to laugh, you do, but you just couldn’t get used to the script. You bite the inside of your cheeks and move towards him, not saying a word because you knew if you did, you would end up laughing. “Y/n… I’m here to arrest you,” You grab onto his shirt, twisting your fingers into the fabric and pulling him further into the room, and shutting the door with your other hand, before pulling him towards a chair you had already set up. “Are you taking me, hostage?” You turn him towards the chair and lean forward, making him step back and sit down on the chair. You reach for the rope you had near the chair and tie one of his wrists to the armrests before looking up at him.

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