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Plz plz part two to how they'd act during an argument🥹🥹

people asked for this so the angst isn’t my fault really, if you think about it 🙂‍↔️ read part 1 here!

[skz] how they'd act during an argument - part 2 // fake texts

Chan + Minho

Changbin + Hyunjin

Han + Felix

Seungmin + I.N

skz taglist: @emilyywhyy @velvetmoonlght @babybellsvr @opiumfidgetspinner @bahngarang @itzzzzzzyyyyydaaaaa 

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hey boo can you do skz texts and how theyd act during an argument if you havent already 😫

they're mostly menaces in this one, my bad 🙂‍↔️ part 2 here!

[skz] how they'd act during an argument // fake texts

Chan + Minho

Changbin + Hyunjin

Han + Felix

Seungmin + I.N

skz taglist: @emilyywhyy @velvetmoonlght @babybellsvr @opiumfidgetspinner @bahngarang @itzzzzzzyyyyydaaaaa 

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“How Long?”

𝓹airing ꒱ ˒˓ Han Jisung x Female!reader ˒˓ established relationship. 𝓰enre/ angst, hurt- no comfort, cheating, alcohol use, brief sexual encounter.

[ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. ] — here is the last of the FM300 fic requests! This one is for you Anon! I hope you all enjoyed this event and let me know if I should do another event in the future! Thank you to everyone who submitted your requests and I hope you enjoyed the reads!💛 Let me know what u think! <3

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He should have been holding my hand.

That’s what I kept thinking, over and over, as I stood in the middle of the dim, pulsing after-party, clutching my phone and trying to convince myself I wasn’t panicking.

It was late, much later than we had planned to stay. And all the guys were either dancing, chatting in small circles, or seated nearby nursing a drink. I’d been talking with Felix when I realized Jisung wasn’t back from where ever he’d gone.

He promised he wouldn’t disappear tonight.

“Don’t stress,” Felix had said when I asked if he’d seen him. “He probably just in the bathroom.” But twenty minutes later, I was still standing there, scanning the crowd, stomach tightening.

I told myself not to overthink it. He was my boyfriend. My love. My…everything.

Still, I couldn’t shake that small, gnawing feeling eating away at my sanity.

When I finally decided to go find him, I made my way through the bodies, checking the bar, the hallway, even the balcony outside. No Jisung.

That’s when I noticed the open door down the hall. The room, which was probably for VIP guests to escape the noise, was lit with a low, golden glow.

I don’t know what possessed me to walk toward it. Maybe instinct. Maybe it was the world deciding to punch me in the gut.

I wish I had stayed in the main room. I wish I’d never gone looking for Jisung.

Because there he was, My Jisung.

Only… he wasn’t mine in that moment.

He was on the bed that stood in the middle of the room, hair messy, eyes half-lidded, shirt unbuttoned halfway down. And beneath him, more like wrapped around him, was a girl I’d never seen before. Her hands were in his hair. His mouth was on hers. The way their bodies moved made me sick.

My throat closed up. The sound of the music downstairs felt muffled, like I’d been shoved underwater.

For a second, I froze. My brain refused to process what I was seeing, it—it had to be a joke.

Maybe it wasn’t him, maybe it was some random drunk couple with no shame, but no. There was his Blessed tattoo along his collarbone.

I watched as his hand gripped her hip like it was second nature, like it belonged there.

She saw me first. Her eyes flicked over his shoulder, widening slightly. He turned his head lazily, confusion knitting his brows, then recognition washed over his expression like a tidal wave.

“Oh shit—” he slurred, voice rough. He tried to push himself up, stumbling over the girl like she was an obstacle instead of the person he’d been devouring seconds ago.

His balance faltered and he fell, literally tumbling off the bed onto the floor with a thud, groaning.

I didn’t stay to watch him get up.

The rage hit before the tears. My chest burned, my hands clenched, and my legs moved on their own. I stormed out, my shoes hitting the carpeted floor harder than necessary, each step fueled by a cocktail of fury and humiliation.

Hot, angry tears blurred my vision as I pushed past partygoers, not caring who I bumped into. I didn’t say goodbye to anyone. Didn’t even look back.

We were away from home, but I didn’t care how far the hotel was. I needed out. Needed air. Needed distance from the image seared into my mind.

By the time I made it to the hotel, my cheeks were damp, my breathing uneven. The cool night hadn’t helped calm the rage burning inside me; it had only given my thoughts more time to spiral.

And when I stepped into our suite, they were already there.

All of them. Chan was pacing near the couch, Changbin muttering something under his breath. The others were quiet, their eyes flicking between me and the bedroom door like they were bracing for impact.

Han stumbled out of the bedroom like nothing had happened, hair still a mess, a faint flush on his face, from alcohol or shame, I couldn’t tell.

“Hey—”

“Don’t.” My voice cracked, sharp enough to cut through the air.

The room went still.

He had the audacity to look confused. “Just… wait, okay? I can explain—”

“Explain?” I laughed, but it was humorless, jagged. “Explain what, Jisung? How you were just drunk and accidentally had your tongue down another girl’s throat?”

His jaw tensed. “It’s not like that—”

“Not like that?!” I took a step toward him, my hands shaking. “Do you know what it’s like to walk into a room and see the person you love—” My voice broke, but I forced it louder. “—on top of someone else?!”

He winced but didn’t back down. “I was drunk! I didn’t even know what I was doing! It didn’t mean anything—”

“Stop acting like that makes it okay!” My voice was rising, but I didn’t care. The others were still watching, but they blurred into the background. “Do you think I give a damn if it ‘meant nothing’? You still did it!”

“I said I didn’t know—”

“Don’t you dare play the victim right now,” I snapped, my anger spiking. “You’re not the one who just had their heart ripped out.”

Something flickered in his eyes; guilt, maybe, but he tried to mask it with frustration. “You’re blowing this out of proportion—”

That was it. That was the spark to the powder keg.

“Out of proportion?!” My voice was nearly shaking the walls. “How many times, Jisung? How many times have you done this and just brushed it off because you were drunk? Is this the first time, or have I been an idiot this whole relationship?”

His lips parted, but no sound came out. That hesitation told me more than words ever could.

I felt my chest tighten, breath hitching. “Was it all a lie? Every ‘I love you,’ every promise… was it just for show? For convenience? Did you ever actually love me, or was I just someone to warm your bed until you got bored?”

“I do love you,” he said quickly, too quickly. “I messed up, okay? I—”

“Don’t say that,” I cut in, my voice trembling but still sharp. “Don’t say you love me when you can turn around and do that hours later.”

His shoulders slumped, the fight in his stance faltering. “I didn’t mean to hurt you…”

I laughed again, bitter and cold. “You didn’t mean to, but you still did. And now you’re standing here acting like you’re the victim. Like your betrayal is something I should just forgive and move on from.”

Silence stretched between us. His gaze fell to the floor, but mine stayed locked on him, because I wanted him to feel every ounce of the pain he’d caused.

“I hope she was worth it,” I whispered finally, the words tasting like venom on my tongue. “Because you just threw away everything we had.”

before he could respond, I turned and walked into the bedroom, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the frame.

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I don't want to forget you

Han has a bad memory. And that terrifies him.

Sometimes, it's kind of funny. You laugh when he seems to be a bit lost and when he walks from one side of the room to another, clearly trying to remember what he wanted to do. That also means he gets to have you helping him with some things, like packing his bags so he doesn't leave anything behind.

Most of the time, it's frustrating. You don't get mad at it, you already reassured him a few times, but he can sense the disappointment. The disappointment when he can't remember the plot of the series you were talking about to him last week. The sadness when he needs to think of a gift last minute because he forgot some special date. You just smile understandingly, because you know he would remember everything about you if his brain as much had this capacity, but it doesn't. He can't.

There are a few times though, times you don't know about, that it scares him. He gets goosebumps and nightmares because of his weak memory. Because what if there comes a day when he doesn't remember you anymore?

He knows he would never forget you. You will always be engraved in his being somehow. If his brain fails to remember you, he knows his heart will. So he will always love you, and he will never forget his love for you.

But what if he forgets everything else?

What if your smile ever fades away from his memory? What if he can't remember the shape of your eyes and the sound of your laugh in the future?

He has seen it before. When he goes on tours and spends months without seeing you, he comes back home surprised at the feeling of your hug. He always gets to rediscover his favourite feeling in the world, but what if he spends way too long without it someday? Would he completely forget it?

He is terrified. He shouldn't be worried about that, as of now, you are literally in his arms. You are safe, hugging him, breathing slowly and having great dreams. But he is wide awake, with a silent tear falling, waiting for him to notice it.

Maybe he just found out his biggest fear in life. Growing old to remember he loved you more than anything, but not being able to remember why and how he loved you throughout his whole life.

Masterlist | you'll probably like: diamond

Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @dandelions-143 @sleepyleeji @jinnie-ret @sheraayasherrecs @rockstarkkami @urlocalmultigroupfan @aeinzzzketchup @queenofdumbfuckery @sarita-sunday @lezleeferguson-120

Dividers by @strangergraphics | images 1/3 and 2

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Star crossed lovers

angst with a good ending

💌 a/n: am I even worse than them for thinking this whole argument is kinda useless? oops- did anyone say avoidant? maybe it was a bad idea to do this with my bias

📌 warnings: toxic relationship, even if this ends well please don't give second chances to people who make you regret and overthink bc wtf-

💬 leave a feedback (sorry for being toxic im not like this babe)

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pretty isn't pretty ⚡︎

i started to skip lunch, stopped eating cake on birthdays

pairing: bf!felix x gn!reader

genre/warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff?, mentions of ed (skipping meals, body dysmorphia, food guilt), mentions of food, petnames (angel)

synopsis: felix worries that you're mad at him after you've dodged his invitations to eat out w him for the third time this week, but little does he know that its not about him at all

a/n: this is based off of personal experience but i am NOT condoning ed in any way. i just hoped it could bring comfort to you if you're dealing w something similar :). remember that you are not alone, you are beautiful, and you are so much more than what that voice in the back of your mind tells you. <3

if you're struggling at all, the eating disorder hotline is (800) 931-2237.

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2 posts in one day wow!

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Blinded Rage [Bang Chan]

//Chan x blackfem!reader//

Synopsis: You see your old situationship at a bar

Genre: crack

Warnings: none

A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve done a non-au post 🚬 Please lmk if you guys have any recs, I had so much fun 😭❤️

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Hyunjin! Fake Texts: Dramatic

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Taglist: @yangbbokari @lovesunshinefelix @threeopossumsinacoat @isabellah29 @hope-maine @minhwa @tr-mha-fan @whoa-jo @kibs-and-bits @your-favorite-pirate @summercoldstuff @bx-lov3 @multi-fandommaniac @yunho-leeknow @ka0ila @seungminsteddybear @jaquisos @nchhuhi @havenwithleeknow @galaxy4489 @hannahhhhs-things @captainchrisstan @skzfairyyydreamz @kyrennetwork @my-neurodivergent-world @chimmyn0chu

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Bang Chan! Fake Texts: Regrets

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Taglist: @yangbbokari @lovesunshinefelix @threeopossumsinacoat @isabellah29 @hope-maine @minhwa @tr-mha-fan @whoa-jo @kibs-and-bits @your-favorite-pirate @summercoldstuff @bx-lov3 @multi-fandommaniac @yunho-leeknow @ka0ila @seungminsteddybear @jaquisos @nchhuhi @havenwithleeknow @galaxy4489 @hannahhhhs-things @captainchrisstan @skzfairyyydreamz @kyrennetwork @my-neurodivergent-world @chimmyn0chu

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NO RECONCILATION!?!?!?!?(I don’t think I spelt that right) YOU WANT ME TO SUFFER FOREVER NOOOOOO

HELLO HELLOOOO

i lowkey may have spent a few hours stalking ur page last night and reading ur fics......

AND UR WRITING IS SO GOOD OHMGOSH.

i was wondering if i could request something angsty... (angst is my favorite genre of all time bro i read angst day and night i love it sm)

could you write a skz x 9th member who's usually pretty active and clingy around them?

and maybe smth has been stressing the group out (maybe like they keep messing up the choreography or vocals), and she tries to cheer them up with something like gift baskets (idk)

but like when she goes to hand them out (maybe when work is over for the day?), they snap because they think she's just trying to be playful and clingy again?

this isn't written out the best. im sorry 😓🙏🏻

IF U CANT WRITE THIS I UNDERSTAND BUT THANK YOU IN ADVANCE IF YOU DO!!! :D

I LOVE UR WRITING SM UGH ANYWAYS HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!! 🫶🏻

OH MY GOSH THANK YOU SO MUCH :( !!! Y'all are all truly the sweetest ever :( This was literally so much fun to write hehehe I hope you enjoy!!!

When Your Love is Too Much

Skz x Fem!Reader, OT9 angst Request

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You weren’t oblivious.

You’d felt the tension thick in the air all week, it taut like a string pulled too tight, ready to snap at the slightest tug.

Mistimed choreography during rehearsals. Missed cues in vocal practices. Quiet bickering in the hallways when they thought no one else was listening. You heard it. You saw it. You felt it.

The exhaustion seeped into everything: the way Chan spoke more in sighs than words, the way Minho's patience wore thinner with each passing day, the way even Felix's warm energy had dulled into silence. You could barely recognize your team through the fog.

Even the spaces that once felt familiar- the snack shelf, the dorm kitchen, the group chat- all carried a kind of weight. Replies were slower, more dry. Snappy. Conversations fizzled. Smiles flickered like dying light bulbs. Shared jokes fell flat. Hugs became side pats. Eye contact felt rare.

So you did what you always did when things got bad, when things got stressful: you loved them harder.

They and Stay had always joked that you were the clingiest one in the group- always hanging off someone’s shoulder, always poking someone’s cheek, always chirping some dumb nickname that made the others groan but secretly smile, always wanting to play with someone's hair. You were like a little sibling. The mood-maker. The baby. The constant source of affection.

You didn’t mind the teasing. In fact, you leaned into it. You wore that label proudly. You knew how much your energy meant. You made it your purpose to be a buffer between pressure and burnout. And you couldn't help it because you loved the boys so much. You just had to show it. 

But this time, you wanted to show it in a quieter way. Something that said, I see you. I know it’s hard. You’re not alone.

So you made little gift bags. It was a habit you had picked up more recently. When groups would come back from tour they'd receive little gifts from you, tokens of your appreciation and encouragement.

So you thought maybe the boys would like it. 

And so you made them. One for each of them.

Jisung’s had a stress ball shaped like a cowboy emoji, his favorite late-night snack, some new guitar picks, and his favorite cologne. 

Chan’s had a calming tea blend, a beanie, and a pocket sized notebook for the lyrics he always forgot to write down. Plus a fancy fountain pen. 

Minho’s had tiger balm, a new toy for his cats, and a photo keychain of Soonie, Doongie, and Dori you printed at a machine by the train station. And with such a great price you got another of a silly selfie you two had together. 

Felix’s had honey candy, a couple boxes of those star shaped pimple patches you had seen him use, and lavender and eucalyptus diffusing oils to help him sleep. Plus a plushie of a chicken wing you had happened to stumble by.  Changbin’s had his favorite protein bars, some resistance bands, a funny motivational pin you found that said "Cry, then lift" and little book of "IOU" coupons- you figured if he always performed acts of service to show his love than you could for him. 

Hyunjin’s had packet of cooling eye patches, a new sketch book, his favorite face wash and a new kneaded eraser. 

Jeongin’s had variety box of strawberry, banana, and chocolate milk, a plush keychain shaped like a bread bun, a new case for his headphones and fuzzy socks.

Seungmin’s had a leather bookmark, his favorite gum, a tiny bottle of his favorite fabric freshener for his bedsheets when you guys were on the road, and matching skincare headbands for you and him. (Although he never admitted it his favorite part of touring was your skin care and gossip time).

You knew what made them feel cared for. You knew them.

You spent the whole day sneaking around, tucking the bags behind your back when someone passed, making excuses to duck out during breaks, taping handwritten notes to each one:

"I know it’s been a lot lately. Just wanted to say I love you and I’m proud of you. You’re doing better than you think! Love, Y/N"

You spent an embarrassing amount of time tying ribbons. You even color-coordinated them to match the member’s personalities. You hoped they’d notice.

You didn’t expect much. You didn’t want a big thank-you or dramatic hugs. You just wanted to make them smile. Or ease something. Anything.

When practice finally ended, you waited for the right moment. The room was dimmer now, lights low, bodies slouched in sweaty heaps. Water bottles half-drunk. Shoes untied. Everyone was scattered- exhausted, emotionally frayed, shoulders slumped. But no one was yelling. No one was crying. You figured that was as good a time as any.

So you tiptoed in with your arms full of care and hope and-

“Y/N, not now.”

Chan's voice was sharp. Not as sharp as his movements though. He didn’t even look up. He was wiping sweat from his neck, a towel slung over one shoulder, a boiling frustration visible in every twitch of his body.

You froze.

You hadn’t even spoken yet. Just one step through the door and a few bags still clutched tightly in your hands.

“I- I just thought…”

Jisung groaned, flopping dramatically onto the couch. “God, can you not do the whole hyper-sunshine thing right now?! We’re exhausted.”

Your mouth opened, then closed.

You felt the unmistakable pressure of tears burn behind your eyes. 

Felix wouldn’t meet your eyes. Hyunjin took off his cap, dragged a hand through his hair, muttered something like “why now” under his breath.

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. “I wasn’t trying to be annoying.”

Minho glanced over from where he was tying his shoes. His voice wasn’t cruel, but it was flat. Tired. “It’s not about that. It’s just… timing, Y/N. Seriously. You need to learn to read the room sometimes. It gets a bit much.”

A pause hung between you all, filled with nothing but the sound of someone’s water bottle tipping over and rolling across the floor.

You felt like you were shrinking. Like the walls had taken a step closer.

They were tired. You knew that. You weren’t stupid. You weren’t trying to make things worse.

But now the ribbon in your hands felt childish. The paper bags looked crumpled and dumb and too colorful for a room that felt so gray.

“…Right,” you mumbled, lowering your arms. “Sorry. I’ll just- leave them here..." You're voice trailed off as Hyunjin was the first to exit the room in frustration followed by Changbin to go calm him down. 

Changbin, the one who usually was the most in tune to your feelings bumping past you without as much as a second glance. 

Jeongin was next, with the rest of the boys in town, Chan closing his laptop rather forcefully before snatching his bag and heading out the room. 

"Make sure to hit the lights when you're done."

By the time you regained yourself, trying to blink away your humiliation and breathe through the heaviness in your chest you opted to dump the bags in the trash bin, sending something akin to a prayer as a silent apology to the janitor who had long since emptied the trash bin when he had realized that you guys would be there late into the evening. 

You watched the bags until you slammed the lid shut. Immediately feeling a wave of guilt at what you had done, and leaning down to try and collect the bags, but noticed that Chan's fountain pen had somehow busted, leaving the other bags and gifts - as well as your hands - stained a purplish black. 

The tears you had tried so hard to stop then poured out, and you felt so helpless in the moment. 

All the frustration and tension from the past few weeks you had sponged up from the boys hit you full force like a bullet train, but manifested in the feeling of heartbreak. 

You had tried to do something nice but instead you had made everything worse. 

You had tried to show your love but it was minimized to you being annoying, clingy,  "hyper-sunshine" as Jisung so kindly put it. 

You felt like a burden. 

One that was obviously too much for the guys to carry. 

That night, you didn’t crawl into anyone’s bed to cuddle like usual. You went straight to yours. It seemed the boys hadn't even noticed you're arrival, with everyone tucked away into their own corners. 

You shut your door gently. Curled up under your blanket. Didn’t even change out of your practice clothes. Just lay there, hoodie still clinging to your back, the scent of effort and sweat and rejection still thick on your skin.

You thought maybe - just maybe someone would notice. That someone might knock, if only to tell you you were being dramatic.

That someone somehow had went to the studio looking for you, only to open the trash and see the bags, would maybe bring one of  them back and joke that the gifts weren't of their interest at all, only for you to tell them they had chosen the wrong one. 

They'd laugh. 

Everything would be happy again. 

But the dorm was silent.

No knocking on Seungmin’s door for a movie. No climbing into Changbin’s lap with a dumb joke. No stealing Minho’s slippers or throwing an orange at Jisung because he refused to drink water.

The dorm felt quieter.

Not because everyone else was being quieter.

But because you were.

Your presence had always been loud. Bright. The soft, persistent hum in the background of their lives. Even when you weren’t speaking, you filled the space- buzzing energy, laughter, the click of your nails on your phone, the shuffle of your socks on the floor.

Now there was just…nothing.

The emptiness stretched longer than it should have. Minute by minute. Until the ache in your chest was a dull pulse. Until even crying felt like effort.

You waited.

And waited.

You stared at the door, hoping to see the light from the hallway spill into the dark. You imagined Felix’s head peeking in. Or Chan sitting by your bed, petting your head the way he did when you couldn’t sleep after a bad day. Or Hyunjin slipping a note under the door with a dumb doodle of you two as penguins.

But it never came.

There was no knock. No text. Not even a group chat ping.

Eventually, your eyes burned too much to stay open.

You rolled over. Pulled the blanket over your head.

Willed yourself to forget how small your love had suddenly started to feel.

Willed yourself to stop hoping.

But the thing about love- real love- is that it lingers. Even when it's quiet. Even when it's bruised.

And tonight yours was screaming with no reply.

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Misunderstanding - Pt. 2 (Hyung Line)

summary: aftermath of them accusing you of not caring enough

pairing: skz hyung line x gn!reader

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

PART 1

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Bang Chan

Lee Know

Seo Changbin

Hwang Hyunjin

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Misunderstanding (Pt. 2) Taglist:

@beal-o @princesskrystix

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Misunderstanding - Pt. 1 (Hyung Line)

summary: when your boyfriend thinks you’re not as invested in the relationship as he is

pairing: skz hyung line x gn!reader

genre: angst

a/n: based on this request

PART 2

MAKNAE LINE

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Bang Chan

Lee Know

Seo Changbin

Hwang Hyunjin

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SVT! Fake texts: Calls you Clingy II (Vocal)

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Jeongin FakeTexts!: Mistakes

A/N: sooo 😝👋 Hii lol as always my ass is over doing it with the written fic so I felt the need to drop some fake Texts in the mean time to quench yalls thirst for angst anyway 🤪 love yall and hope you guys been doing well 💗 I'd appreciate any comments or reblogs as well hope yall enjoy

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poison

lee know x fem!reader

genre: fluff, angst

content warnings: none

word count: 2k

summary: minho is crazy over you, as much as he'd hate to admit it, but you won't even bat an eyelid

requested by: @keen-li

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Although it was rare that Minho was able to spend time with you, there was something about you that entranced him. That was scary to him. He was shy about voicing these types of feelings and what was even more frightening was that he was slowly beginning to realise he couldn't hide away. Impulsive thoughts would spring to mind and he'd have to bury them before they reached the surface yet again. They were the type of thoughts that told him to shout from the rooftops, exposing the seemingly unexplained feelings he had for you. At least if he did that, maybe you'd bat an eyelid at him.

It felt unrealistic. Minho had barely spoken to you and you had this hold over him. At the very least, he could admire you from afar across the dance studio. The two of you, with other troupe members of course, were part of a group called Cupcakes. Despite its cute demeanor, it only offered more charm to the various genres you could perform as a group.

Minho had already been offered a solo performance, which he gratuitously accepted. He had the freedom to choreograph this one on his own so long as he kept to the theme of the whole dance showcase: poison. As well as a group number, his solo and other performances, there was a duet that their instructors had just shown them. It was smooth, sultry and had this push and pull storyline, perfectly summarising how he felt about you.

"And for our duet performance we'll have our top two students, Minho and..." the head instructor announced, some of the other dancers around clapping and others slightly disappointed. Minho, on the other hand, was a huge mix of ecstatic and incredibly nervous, knowing he'd be performing the duet with you.

"Guess it's you and me?" you walked up to him wearing a small smile on your face. You hadn't really interacted with Minho a lot. Something about him... didn't intimidate you as such, but you didn't want to say the wrong thing because you weren't all too sure on his personality and how he might react.

"Yeah," Minho nodded back, straightening out the sleeves of his hoodie and not able to make eye contact as of yet. He could admire from afar, yes, but up close was a whole different ball park.

“This is going to be our big ending performance, so I expect great things from the two of you as always,” the head instructor spoke, a hint of a smile on their face.

—

A video of what the choreography looked like had already been prepared for the two of you, the instructors trusting the two of you being quick learners to basically get on with it and pick up the steps. With pride in the trust that had been given to both of you, the two of you sat together on the wooden floor of a separate room, an iPad playing the video.

“Woah… this is kinda a more sexier vibe, right?” you nod along to the song, already grooving to the vibe of it as you turn to glance at Minho.

“Yeah, it’s… yeah,” Minho kept his eyes fixed on the screen, watching as two bodies intertwined, wrapped around each other with slow extensions of arms and legs grazing against each other, almost teasingly. You thought he was being nonchalant yet had you noticed the reddening of the tips of his ears, you would have realised he was simply feeling a bit shy.

“Right, let’s get started!” you stood enthusiastically, an excited grin on your face as you connect your phone to the speaker to play the song ‘Poison’ by Brent Faiyaz. Of course the grand performance at the end of the show would have the same name as the overall theme.

The responsibility began to weigh heavier upon Minho’s shoulders, but instead of letting it drag him down, he allowed the tension in his body to melt away at the sight of your bubbly demeanour. This girl, he thought, would certainly do damage. To his heart or to his soul, he wasn’t sure yet. He didn’t have time to ponder anyways, before the two of you threw yourselves into getting the basic steps and positioning down. There wasn’t as much conversation or giggling as Minho would have liked for the first time the two of you spent time alone together, but there was some and that was all that mattered to him. Said time allowed him to discover even more of your quirks, whether it was the little grumpy huffs you’d do when a move went wrong or how keen you were on eye contact, constantly seeking his.

When it came to the first review of the two of you dancing together, Minho was disappointed in the feedback you both received. You were frustrated.

“Kids, you've got the choreo down great, but it lacks feeling, emotion. You need the audience hanging onto every second of this performance.”

You grumpily chucked your practice bag on the floor as you and Minho entered the separate room you had already spent hours upon hours in.

“We were perfect! What do they mean it lacks feeling? What more can we do?” you groan, a puff of air leaving you so strongly that it made some stray hairs fly up.

Minho had a lot of feelings, about the feedback, about the dance, but mainly you. Maybe his nerves from being partnered with his crush was restricting him from investing himself emotionally. There must be something he could do to ease his nerves. Maybe over time he would come to feel more relaxed in your presence?

“We'll just practice more-” Minho began.

“The practice wasn't good enough! I don't know why I stay here and do these stupid performances when really it's never enough! I'd be better off elsewhere…” you trailed off.

“I didn’t count you as someone who would give up so easily…” Minho observed quietly, placing his bag down quietly, a great juxtaposition to your previous actions.

“What?” your head shot up.

“I mean, you’re one of the best dancers here. You can’t just step back after one piece of feedback. We’ll just practice more,” Minho reiterated.

“I’m not giving up and I’m not stepping back. I’m facing the facts,” you sigh, clearly frustrated, “they said that it lacked feeling and emotion. We don’t know each other like that, of course it’s not going to be completely connected!”

“Let’s spend more time together then,” Minho blurted out quickly. He regretted it immediately. Not because he didn’t mean it, but because he felt like he had embarrassed himself.

“Minho, you really think that’s going to help?” you looked at him, sat opposite to you.

“It’s worth a try, don’t you think?” Minho shrugged nonchalantly, trying to hide his awkwardness at how bold he was being. Well, how bold he thought he was being.

“Ok. Sure. Let’s try it,” you gave in. It seemed like the best chance you had.

—

Things were taking a turn in a positive direction. You found yourself enjoying Minho’s presence the more and more you got to know him. Exchanging stories over coffee, sharing cat pictures and sending videos across social media late at night had become the norm over the past three weeks. Here the two of you were again, chatting nonsense over iced americanos before the big performance this evening at the recital.

“No, but that photo is too funny!” you burst out laughing as Minho showed you the picture of his high school graduation.

“It’s only because my friend was learning hairdressing!” Minho laughed along, mainly due to your contagious laughter.

“It’s so creepy how you’re holding the mannequin head so casually,” you giggled once more at the photo.

“You should have seen my other options,” Minho smirked mischievously.

“Oh gosh, I don’t want to know,” you waved him off playfully, before you got a text on your phone, “Oh! The instructor just texted, "We've got to head back inside now and get ready for the performance.”

—

“Minho, great job! You really had the right vibe and feeling!”

Minho was ecstatic that his emotions finally came across in the dance he performed with you. For once, he didn’t hold back on how he was feeling towards you and he could funnel any nerves or admiration into a streamlined performance showcasing his skills. It translated extremely well to the audience and the two of you received a standing ovation. He still wished that his feelings translated well to you too but you were too stuck in your perfectionist ways.

“You showed great fluidity but I still think there was something missing. I couldn’t feel what you were feeling and that’s an issue. I expect better from you.”

You thought your feedback was considerably harsher than usual and perhaps your instructor was still feeling stressed with making sure the evening went well. It didn’t make it sting less. The two of you had rehearsed together for many hours and had gotten to know each other like Minho had suggested. In your own mind, you felt yourself much more relaxed in his presence and therefore more connected when dancing together. Why wasn’t your performance good enough? How did Minho do better than you? Why?

Minho struggled to find you amongst the chaos of everyone else in the team roaming around backstage as well as lighting and stage managers. What led him to you was the whispers he heard from your peers.

‘She’s so angry, I don’t think we’ll be seeing her again.’

‘Surely she won’t leave?’

‘The teacher upset her I think.’

There you were, dragging your belongings out of your locker in the corridor that would have been quiet were it not for your light sniffles.

“Thought you didn’t give up so easily?” Minho sighed, leaning against the wall and watching you closely.

“I never said that. You did,” you mumble, back to him as you put on a jacket.

“And I’ll say it again,” Minho began.

“Please don’t.”

“You don’t have to go, you know?” Minho’s brows furrowed. He took a step forward, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“What’s the point in me staying? I’m not an all rounder like you. Somehow I still lacked the feeling, which seems impossible when I was actually really happy with how we both did and the audience reaction too! Then we got our feedback and I really expected it to be positive for both of us. Then it wasn’t,” you rambled, lips trembling between every word.

“We did get positive feedback,” Minho tried to reassure you.

“No, you got positive feedback. Our instructor expected better from me which-”

“Which what? Which means what? You missed out on the good things that were said. If you focus on all that every time you get critiques then it’s not going to take you very far,” Minho lectured you passionately, hating the sight of you putting yourself down when it seemed unwarranted in his eyes.

“Even more reason to leave. If it’s not going to take me far then I might as well go now,” you shook your head in annoyance, again, only hearing the negatives.

“You’re still not listening. Maybe we should book you a hearing test?” Minho joked but his smile faded when you finally faced him with a glare.

“I heard that one.”

“Oh so you are paying attention, hm? Good. Nothing about how you danced was bad! You just need to let loose more. Don’t worry about being perfect, ok? No-one is going to judge you for learning, we all still are,” Minho took a breath before continuing, never breaking eye contact with you, for once, “Put your stuff back, and get out of your own head. You’re giving me a headache with how loud you’re thinking.”

There was a moment of silence that would have been uncomfortable had it gone on for any longer. Minho was worried that the way he poured his heart out had been inappropriate for the moment, until you let out a little laugh and appeared to be less teary.

“Maybe we should send you to be tested instead with your supersonic hearing.”

“There she is,” Minho chuckled, tugging you by your sleeve playfully.

“So you’ll stay?”

“For you, I guess,” you rolled your eyes.

That was all Minho needed to hear. He didn’t need to be in a romantic relationship with you right now to be wholly satisfied. Simply having you around was enough for him right now.

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They feel insecure and you comfort them ❤️‍🩹 (SKZ Maknae line)

Hurt!skz and comforting!reader is one of my favourite tropes that I hardly ever see since most people write it the other way around (which is fine! No hate. Just not my preference)

Starting with the Maknae line this time. Enjoy!

Hyung line version

Mostly SFW but some suggestive comments in Jisung's

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Felix

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