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He’s so beautiful

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The cutest quokka ever 😍😍 I love this man

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When They Accidentally Bring Up an Insecurity| Changbin

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One of the things you loved most about Changbin was his strength, both physical and emotional. He was your rock, always there to support and protect you. You could tell him anything and everything.

But there was one thing about yourself that you kept hidden, an insecurity that had haunted you for years: your appearance.

You never felt quite good enough, always comparing yourself to others and feeling like you fell short. As you grew up you learned to love yourself, but after Changbin had taken a liking to you, you found yourself thrown into a world of other worldly beautiful people. And it just seem to dig up what you had taken so long to bury.

One evening, Changbin came over to your apartment, excited to spend a cozy night in together. You had just bought a new outfit, hoping it would make you feel better about yourself.

It was stupid, but you and Changbin dressed up even when you guys had stay at home dates. It was a silly little tradition that had happened when you guys had decided to skip out on an award ceremony to stay home and recreate music videos.

Ever since then, all your home dates still had classy attire.

You were in the bedroom, trying it on and examining yourself in the mirror. You couldn’t help but feel dissatisfied.

Changbin walked in, smiling. “Hey, you ready to watch that new movie? I've been waiting for forever.”

You turned to him, seeking validation. “How do I look?”

Changbin’s smile widened. “You look great, as always.” He bounced on his feet antsy for the movie. "I have it set up on the TV, I just came to grab some blankets.

You hesitated, feeling the familiar doubt creeping in. “Really? I’m not sure if this outfit is flattering…”

Changbin approached you and placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. along with a cheek kiss. “You look the same as always Y/N, I don't see any difference.” He reached into your closet, grabbing an extra big and fluffy blanket. "Do you want popcorn or chips tonight?"

His words, meant to comfort, hit you like a punch to the gut. Your mind twisted his meaning, interpreting it as him saying you always looked unattractive. You felt a lump form in your throat as you turned away, trying to hold back tears.

“I'll grab the chips,” you muttered, walking past him and into the living room.

Changbin followed, confusion evident on his face. “Did I say something wrong?” His tiny legs followed your longer ones - another insecurity.

You shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak without your voice breaking. You grabbed a bag of chips, then the remote and started the movie, hoping to distract yourself. Changbin sat beside you, his excitement to watch the movie coming back after the weird encounter.

He looked to see your face at all the funny parts- as he did with everything you guys watched, because he loved to see the way your eyes shut and your mouth upturned whenever you laughed, your nose wrinkling.

But instead, his hearty laughter, died down more and more as he realized that something was up.

The movie played on, but you couldn’t focus. Your mind kept replaying Changbin’s words, and the sting of them deepened your insecurities. You felt tears welling up, and finally, you couldn’t hold them back any longer. You stood up abruptly, muttering an excuse about needing some air, and headed to the balcony.

Changbin paused the movie and followed you outside. He found you leaning against the railing, wiping away tears.

“Hey,” he said softly, touching your arm. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”

You took a shaky breath, deciding to let it out. “Do you think I'm unattractive?” You cried quietly.

Changbin’s eyes widened in realization. “Y/N, what on Earth made you think that?"

You sniffled and continued to wipe at your face. "Y-You said you didn't see a difference. When-when I tried to look beautiful you-you said that." You choked out and Changbin sighed, pulling you into his arms.

You let yourself lean into him, his hugs always a comfort to you. Just enough pressure to not suffocate you, but still give you a feeling of stability.

He swallowed. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize. You are beautiful, inside and out. I love you just the way you are, and I never want you to feel otherwise.”

You continued to hiccup into his chest.

"I didn't know that was something you struggled with...I'm a dumbass aren't I?" He chuckled lightly. "I struggled with the same thing, yet I couldn't even recognize that you were feeling the same way..." He sighed and put his face into your hair. "Y/N I wouldn't trade anything in the world for you. I think you're the most beautiful person I've ever met. I thought that when I first saw you. I thought that on our first date. I thought that when we had our first kiss. And I'll continue to think that for the rest of my life. Please believe me when I say that."

He gently lifted your chin to look at him.

"When I said I didn't see a difference it's because you always look like the moon to me in a world full of stars." You felt an ache in your chest from the sincerity in his eyes and couldn't deny the love you felt for the man in front of you.

From that moment on, Changbin made a conscious effort to be more mindful of his words. He reassured you of your beauty and worth, offering compliments and support without hesitation. He also took the time to understand your insecurities, listening to you as you opened up about your struggles.

And you never felt as if he complimented you just to make you feel better. You genuinely could see the love in his eyes, and the genuine meaning of the words he was telling you.

One evening, as you were both getting ready for a night out, you stood in front of the mirror, trying on a new outfit. Changbin walked into the bedroom and smiled as he saw you.

Changbin looked at you with a soft smile. “You know, I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met,” he said.

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Sure, I am.” You said adjusting the top you had just put on.

“No, really,” he insisted. “Not just on the outside, but on the inside too. You have the kindest heart, and that’s what makes you truly beautiful.”

You turned to him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “I love you,” you replied, feeling a sense of confidence you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Changbin walked over and wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I love you,” he whispered. “And I want you to know that you’re perfect to me, just the way you are.”

You leaned back into his embrace, feeling a sense of contentment and peace.

"I almost don't want to go out." He said with a Changbin certified pout.

"Ah, you don't mean that."

"I do." He whines. Then sighs. "But alas...I have to go out. I have some big plans for tonight." He said shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Big...plans?" You turned to see Changbin walking towards the front door. "Wait- Bin what do you mean big plans?" You ask rushing to finsih putting on your shoes to follow him to car.

You just watched as his little legs moved faster, disregarding the open front door as he waddled down the walkway to get to the street.

"Seo Changbin!" You called out, rushing after him. The only answer his hearty little laugh.

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Lifting your bump

pairing: Felix x pregnant!reader

warnings: fluff

author's note: I'm half way done with the greek mythology fic! I'm hoping that I can finish it within the next week ;-)

Being pregnant was something that you wanted to be since you were young. You didn't know why but these little human beings just do something to you. Their big glossy eyes, the rosy cheeks and the bright smile always made you smitten.

And it was one of your biggest dreams to be pregnant one day. To experience motherhood on your own, watching the child you and your love created together growing up.

You knew that pregnancy wasn't easy. The morning sickness, back pain, swollen feet and so much more. But that didn't matter.

That's why you were thrilled when you discovered that you were pregnant from your boyfriend, Felix, of two years. It wasn't planned at all.

At first you couldn't even remember how on earth you could be pregnant. Since dating Felix and after a long conversation with him, you had decided that you would take the pill. You knew that it wasn't one hundred percent safe and Felix most of the time used a condom. But visiting him at the practice room turned out steamy and spicy.

And days after, you had noticed that you forgot to take the pill in the morning and you didn't use a condom.

Sure, you didn't think that you will be pregnant so early.

You wished Felix was there so that you could have told him right now.

But he was on tour and wouldn't come home for another month.

However, you didn't want to wait so long to tell him the news. You were dying to tell him. You called him the same evening, deciding to drop the news immediately. Luckily, you two already talked about having children and you both agreed that when the time was right you would try. Well, you weren't trying but it felt right to you and you knew that Lix would be over the moon.

And you were right. At first he was shocked, his mouth open in disbelief but after a few seconds, the biggest smile appeared on his face.

He jumped through his hotel room, squealed and hugged Seungmin tightly as he just wanted to check on him because of his screaming.

When he came home from tour, there was already a small bump. He cried when he saw you again and hugged you tightly, caressing over your stomach.

The months flew by and your bump grew bigger and bigger. It turned out that you weren't not carrying a baby but two. Felix told you that you glowed and you looked great pregnant. And you really loved it. Even though they decided that they wanted to be kick boxer and stomped against your rips.

Your breasts hurt, feet swollen and you couldn't even brush your teeth without the need to vomit. That was the side that you wouldn't miss.

And oh lord, your little beans weighed a ton. Back pains were terrible but you still insisted to cook for Felix so that he had a meal when he came home from the company.

You hummed along the soft melody of your favourite song, boiling some noodles. You groaned when one of the babies kicked, running your hand over your swollen belly.

The front door opens, signalling that your love was home from work. Immediately, he was behind you. Kissing your shoulder and hugged you from behind.

"Hello my love. Why are you cooking? The doctor said you should rest" he whispered into your ear, nibbling on the skin on your neck.

"I am resting. See? I'm not really moving around. So technically I'm resting" you answered and stirred the sauce.

His hands circled your waist just below your belly. He felt the kick.

"Little beans are really active today." You said.

"You promised me to be kind to your mother, sweet peas" he scolded lightly. He wrapped his arms tighter around you.

"What are you doing, love?"

He chuckled and kissed your neck. "Just relax"

Then, he lifted your bump slowly. Most of the weight was taken off of you and it was like you could finally take full breaths again. Exhausted, you sigh and slumped against him. Finally, your back pain began to vanish even it was just slightly.

He saw that on social media and Chan told him today that his wife absolutely loved it when she was pregnant.

"Oh my god, Lix. That feels great. Please stay like that" you groan and sunk further into him. He found it so adorable and he'll do everything for you whenever he can.

In that position he could even feel the babies kicking.

And he loved to see you comfortable, especially when he knew how painful this was for you and he'll definitely do it in the future more often till his little beans were born.

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Importance

pairings: dad!Chan x mom!reader

warnings: angst, fluff

summary: Having a child with an idol isn't easy...

author's note: I'm sorry that I couldn't post anything the last two weeks. But here I am with a new one!

Marriage wasn't easy. Especially when your beloved husband was an idol. The Bang Chan, leader of Stray Kids.

Between tours and busy schedules, there was little time for your relationship. But even though it was hard and you missed him like hell when he was gone for a long time, you still didn't regret to come to your best friend Changbin's party years ago. There, you had met him.

Well, he didn't see you and accidentally poured his drink over you. When your eyes met, he was fascinated by your breathtaking beauty. Maybe it was destiny back then. It felt surreal, like he was your soulmate. The missing piece in in your heart and life.

Apologetic, he bought you a drink and after a wonderful night together, asked for your number.

Soon, he took you out on a date and there followed a second and a third, becoming a huge part in your life.

Without noticing, time passed and Chan proposed to you.

You immediately said yes and became Mrs. Bang.

The second you were married, your family asked when you both would begin to try for a baby but Chan and you wanted to wait some time before thinking about an addition to your family.

You still were young and Stray kids took much time and you understood that. Your job was also one of your top priorities and wanted to earn more money.

But it seemed that the universe had other plans with you two. Seven months after the wedding you started feeling sick. At first you brushed it off and thought that it is just a stomach bug or the stress due to work.

As the lovely but overly concerned husband that he is, Chan took you too a doctor to get a check up. Even though you found it a little bit overdramatic, he still insisted and the reason why you felt nauseous was soon found. You were indeed pregnant and already two months into pregnancy.

Sure, it wasn't planned but you and Chan felt excited to have a small addition to the family. And sooner or later it would have happend anyways.

Chan promised that when the pregnancy was farther along, he would take some time off and help you. You agreed to that and decided to work some more months too before you need to go into maternity leave.

The months passed fast and soon, you welcomed your newest family member. A girl. A sweet girl with already some black locks on her head and the same brown eyes that you fell in love with.

Chan was over the moon. Even though during labour, he was terrified. Would he be a good dad? But all these thoughts washed away when he saw the beautiful angel you both had created with your undying love.

He was the first one to hold her as her crying filled the room. Exhausted, you observed the picture in front of you. Your husband with his precious daughter that already looked like a smaller copy of him.

He was told to undress his shirt and to lay the little bundle of joy against his bare chest to help her breath and keeping her warmth while the doctor checked on you because you had lost a lot of blood during birth.

The first weeks were exhausting. Your little girl, Nari, held both of you awake most of the night. Yourself needed to heal and time to recover from the labor, so you relied mostly on your husband who took such good care for his girl. Fortunately, he got some weeks off to settle into parenthood before going back to the boys even though they nearly saw each other every day.

Since you got home from the hospital, four days after birth, they visited you to meet their 'little sister' as they called Nari. Oh lord, they were so smitten. The only one that seems not so sure about that little human was Seungmin but when he thought that nobody would watch, you catched him drawing circles over Nari's hands, smiling when she wrapped her hand around one of his fingers.

When Chan went back, the house was suddenly so empty. After weeks of being together 24/7, the sudden quiet was unfamiliar. In the mornings, Chan was already out, you loved to lay on the couch, your daughter on your chest, snuggling close to you while sleeping.

When Chan came back home in the evening, he greeted you with a kiss and immediately ran off to his daughter to tell her about his day even though she was already sleeping. You loved to observe him while cooking. You loved this little family. It was something that you ever wanted.

You really loved Nari. But after the pregnancy and early motherhood, you needed some space for yourself. You would love to spend an evening with your girls. Just making yourself look pretty and have fun without watching over a child.

Especially since you almost never leave the house except for some stroller walks and buying errands.

You asked your husband if he comes home some hours earlier so that you could enjoy your night. Immediately, he agreed and you were so grateful that he understood you.

On that day, you took your time with getting ready while your daughter slept. You hoped that Chan would be home soon so that you would be on time since you hated being late.

Minutes passed as you sat on the couch waiting for him. Minutes turned into half an hour and you wrote your girls that you would run a little late today. They were understanding.

More minutes passed and you waited already for a whole hour. You tried to call him since he was always so focused on his work so that he sometimes forgets the time.

He didn't pick up and you were already half an hour late. Your girls were already seated in your restaurant, waiting for you to show up so that they could start ordering food.

Sighing, you texted then that you couldn't make it and they shouldn't wait up on you. Frustrated, you cleared your face from the make up that was hours worth of work.

You took off the new dress that you had bought. You were so excited to wear it because it made you feel so pretty again after the pregnancy made you look bloated and your belly was still not the same then before.

You didn't know if you felt rage, sadness or disappointment that you needed to stay home because of your husband.

It wouldn't be so bad if it was the first time after he got back to work. He used to come back at a normal time to have some time with you and the baby. But as the weeks passed, he stayed later and got up earlier so that you saw him just for some minutes per day.

It was like you were all on your own here in your home. You knew from the beginning that Stray kids was really important to him but after entering parenthood you had hoped that he wouldn't stay till past midnight in the company.

You heard the key unlocking the front door and your husband finally decided to come home after he had promised you that he would be here three hours ago. He greeted you with a small peck on the forehead as you waited for him in the living room.

He looked so calm while dropping his bag to the ground and sitting down on the couch.

"Why are you standing there honey?" He asked. You crossed your arms. He didn't even remembered that this was supposed to be your night out.

"Why are you so late?" You tried to remain calm since your daughter slept in the neighbouring room.

"I was working on the newest song for stray kids" he explained.

"Oh really? Because you said you would be here hours ago" you didn't want to pick a fight. You hated fighting with him. It made your heart clench but this night was important to you.

"I'm sorry honey. But I needed to get it done"

"Well, I had plans for the night, Chan."

"Really? I'm sorry honey. I forgot and this song was important"

"The song was important? My reservation with the girls was important to me" you said and couldn't hold the calm tone that you wanted.

"I already said I'm sorry, Y/n. I got caught up in work" He grew annoyed.

"Like always. You're always so late that I wonder if you even remember that you have a family at home" You knew you were mean and unfair but all these things were twirling around your head for days.

"Of course I remember! I'm sorry that I make money for us" he exclaimed sarcastically. His voice loud, nearly shouting.

These words hurt you. He knew damn well that you aren't dependent on his money and that you make good money as well. Even though you currently took a maternity leave.

"Fuck you, Chan. You aren't the only one working. I was asking you for just one thing. Just being home a little earlier so that I could have some time for myself." You said loudly, your voice cracking in the middle as some tears stung in your eyes.

"Y/n. I-" he tried but you stopped him.

"Nari is your child too. Currently, I'm the only one she sees whether it's in the morning or in the evening. And I'm tired. Tired of being the only one raising her."

You heard cries from the other room. You must have woken up your sleeping daughter. Sighing, you excited the room and headed to Nari without waiting for an answer.

Chan knew that he went too far and that he was more away than home. And it pained him to not spend so much time with his daughter. Slowly he followed you to your daughter's room.

It was dimly lit and you sat in the rocking chair next to her crib with Nari in your arms, rocking her. He hated seeing her in distress and guilt crept up. He was a terrible father and an even more terrible husband.

You felt Chan's hot gaze on you. You knew that the guilt ate him alive right now. He couldn't fool you. Therefore you knew him too well.

After placing Nari back into her crib, giving her a light kiss on her soft skin that smelled so sweet like a baby. Your baby.

Then, you took Chan's hand and lead you outside to the kitchen, farther away from your daughter.

He just followed you, deep in thoughts.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry. I should have come early. And I know that parenting a child alone is difficult. I didn't want to lash out on you like that. I know that the meeting with your friends was important to you" he said and caressed your hand.

"I'm sorry too. It's obvious that you try to be around Nari as long and often as you can."

"No, you were right. I need to be here more. Especially with you both. I shouldn't let work take over so much" he said and pulled you into his arms.

His arms circled around your waist while yours travelled upwards into his fluffy locks. Exhausted he let his head fall on your shoulder, all the tension leaving his body.

"I love you Chan" you whispered.

"I love you too. You and Nari are the most important things in my life"

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First words

pairing: dad!Mingi x mom!reader

warnings: fluff

summary: Your sweet little daughter speaks her first words.

The television flickered softly in the background, casting a muted glow across the living room. Mingi sank deeper into the couch, the wheight of hours spent practising singing and dancing clinging to his limbs like gravity itself had grown heavier. His body ached in familiar ways.

He was grateful that his schedule allowed to be home early, it was only 5:30 pm, an advantage when you have a baby that you actually want to see and spend time with. Sadly, he can't be always here this early, especially when they have concerts and tours. But now, comeback completed and already working on the next and the tour had come to an end not long ago, he was glad to spend this extra time with you, his beautiful wife for already two years and your ten month old baby.

Across the room, laughter bubbled like windchimes. You sat cross-legged on a fluffy carpet in the middle of the room, the baby propped up in your lap and steadied by your legs that held your daughter up.

You both had just finished bathing 'little peaches', how Mingi liked to call your daughter. He came up with this name in the hospital, just after you had given birth to the precious little human in an exhausting twelve hours process and he held her for the very first time after she had been checked up by the doctors and cleaned. You still remembered his wide smile as he cradled the 6,5 pounds small baby safely in his arms, rocking from side to side.

"Hello, my little peaches" he had murmured, nuzzling his nose into her rosy cheek, her skin so tender that he was afraid that she would shatter at just a small touch.

Right now, Saejin, her actual name you had chosen for her, meaning 'wisdom and truth' as well as 'beautiful treasure', was swatting her cute little hands at a rattle with pure, chaotic joy. Her cheeks flushed red with excitement, her eyes that reminded you so much on her father's sparkling like she knew that the world belonged to her now.

Mingi's tender stare switched between the TV and his two favourite people. He was so lucky to have such a beautiful wife that mostly cared for your daughter even when he unfortunately couldn't be present due to a world tour. It was cruel for him to be thousands of kilometres away from you but you had reassured that you didn't mind and nearly forced him out of your shared appartment. Sure, sometimes you hated your decision but luckily, Saejin was truly an angle, well mostly.

Her laughter danced through the room as you swayed the rattle from left to right. Absimently, you grabbed your phone to record the cute interaction, your phone gallery full of similiar videos.

Saejin's little tuft of dark brown hair stucked up into the air in small, untameable locks, a gift from you. Apart from the curls, she was a carbon copy of his father. You had seen baby photos of Mingi and you swore that he looked exactly like her. But you didn't mind at all.

As you pressed record, you hummed lowly as you let her catch the rattle and she waved it around herself in a clumsy manner, making you laugh.

"Are you going to be a musician just like dada?" you asked her, propping your phone up on a cushion so that you two were shown on camera. You carefully grabbed her tiny hands with yours, rocking the rattle in a steady beat. As she let the toy go and it fell on the rug, you grinned.

"No, right? You're going to be just like your mama. Mama knew it!" you giggled, caressing her tender skin and giving her a big smooch on the cheek, making her laugh highly and squirm.

"Well, can my little Saejin say mama?" you questions, looking her deep into the eyes which curiously stared back at you.

"Say mama" you exclaimed slowly, emphazising the syllables. With her ten months, she sometimes made small noises already, babbling that weren't really words but really close. It was just a matter of time before she would fill the apartment with her talking. And you were sure she will be as loud as your lovely husband.

"Say mama. Mama" you repeated again, playing with her fingers.

"Mama" she slowly mouthed, the word different from what she usually babbles.

Your mouth clapped open, squealing in joy and pressing her small body against your chest as you rocked both of you from side to side, making her giggle. Your chest filled with pride since her first real word ever was mama. Mama! She really said Mama! This was the best moment of your life, you swore!

You could die from the cuteness how she stumbled over the syllables. Despite her difficulties, she really said Mama!

Meanwhile, Mingi had just listened with one ear to your little antics while following the news. Nonetheless, he picked up the delicate word his little peaches had voiced with her high-pitched voice.

Immediately, his head whipped to you, mouth wide open and eyes big. He was so shocked. Never in his life he would have guessed that Saejin would so soon form real words. He pointed at her in disbelief.

"Did-Did she just?" he questioned and you nodded eagerly, your chest swelling with pride.

"She said her first word! Mama!" you squealed, kissing her cheeks. "Say Mama, Saejin. Mama" you tried again, smile from ear to ear as she once again stumbled over the word.

"Yes! You are a natural, Saejin! Such a smart girl, huh?" Mingi was still too stunned to answer. He was excited to experience such a milestone with his little peaches but honestly, he wanted so desperately for her first word to be Dada. He would be so happy just to hear her mumble it once. Once!

While you began preparing your daughter's bottle of milk a little while later, Mingi had switched places with you, watching his baby play with blocks that she mostly drooled on while she nibbled on them.

Giddily, he lifted her up and into his lap, cooing at her fondly when she immediately held his t-shirt with her small fists.

"Hey, my little peaches. Dada wants to hear you speak. Can you say Dada?" he exclaimed, heart beating fast as he impatiently awaited her answer.

But instead of mouthing the word, she fussed a little, a tiny hand reaching up to reach his dark brown hair that had just the same colour as hers.

He catched it in the air, holding her hand desperately. "Concentrate, peaches. Say Dada!" he tried again but there was still no answer. Disappointedly, he pouted, his shoulders hanging.

You watched him amused from the kitchen, shaking your head with a grin. "Dada" he sounded out once more, not loosing his hope. Saejin layed her head to the side, eyes sparkling in a childish manner.

"Mama" his little peaches answers after a few seconds, leaving her dada devasted and sulking in defeat.

You laughed as you reentered the living room with the warm bottle, brushing through your daughter's hair before giving Mingi the milk to let him feed his baby.

"She's mocking me" he complained, a big pout visible while feeding Saejin.

You snorted, taking place on the couch. "I don't think a ten month old baby can bully you, Mings"

"Either way. I'm really disappointed in you, young lady" he spoke, the last part directly to his little peaches as if he had caught her smoking cigarettes.

"Just say Dada!" he exclaimed wailing, almost sounding like a real baby himself. Instead of answering, she nibbled on her index finger, giving her dad a sweet, toothless smile. Frustrated, he cried out, wiping over his eyes in sadness.

"Don't you love your Dada?" he exclaimed, pointing dramatically at her. However, he couldn't hide his pained smile when she wrapped her entire hand around his one finger, not minding the drool that now sticked to his skin.

Even an hour later while making Saejin ready for bed, he tried to get her to say Dada. But she didn't budge, much to Mingi's dismay.

Little did he know that only two days later, his precious little peaches will call him Dada for the first time, leaving him beaming in joy.

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𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘮𝘢𝘥 - 𝘩𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘯 ౨ৎ

pairing : hyunjin × y/n

established relationship

genre : angst to fluff

a/n : my first stray kids fanfic ! i hope you guys like it ! lemme know if guys want more like this in my inbox ! :3

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you could still hear the echo of the door shutting.

not a slam — he’d never do that — but just enough of a firm click to let you know he needed space. hyunjin always needed space after an argument. you’d learned to give it to him. but it didn’t make the pit in your stomach any smaller.

you sat on the bed, legs crossed under the blanket, scrolling blankly through your phone, not reading anything, not thinking, just... existing. the clock on the wall ticked past midnight. you hated how quiet everything was when you were upset.

the argument had started over something small — they always did.

a misread tone. a plan canceled without warning. you feeling dismissed. him feeling unappreciated.

you’d raised your voice first. he didn’t yell, but his words were sharp, and that somehow made it worse. he never yelled, and yet he always knew exactly where to hit.

“i don’t even know how to talk to you sometimes.”

that one had stuck in your chest like a thorn.

you turned off the lamp beside you. darkness filled the room, but sleep didn’t come. you both had one rule — don’t go to sleep mad at each other — and yet here you were, curled up on opposite sides of the apartment like strangers.

part of you wanted to cave. go to him first. but another part—the exhausted, worn-down part—was too tired to keep being the one who always apologized first.

just as you were about to get up and grab some water, the bedroom door opened. the faint creak was unmistakable.

you didn’t move.

soft footsteps crossed the room. you felt a dip in the mattress, then a weight shift beside you. the lamp flicked back on.

“y/n…” hyunjin’s voice was low, almost hesitant.

you didn’t answer. you were afraid your voice might crack.

he sighed gently. “i know you’re awake.”

you stared at the wall.

after a moment, he spoke again — this time closer. “i don’t want us to break our rule.”

that’s when your eyes finally slid toward him. he was sitting at the edge of the bed, legs turned toward you, hair messy, hoodie sleeves pushed up past his elbows. his fingers fidgeted with the hem of the blanket.

“i’m sorry,” he said, softly but clearly. “i shouldn’t have said what i said earlier.”

you blinked. he kept going.

“i get frustrated, but that doesn’t mean i get to say things like that. it’s not true. i can talk to you — i just... suck at doing it right when i’m upset. and that’s not your fault.”

you slowly sat up, pulling the blanket around your shoulders.

he met your eyes.

“i hate fighting with you,” he said. “even when i’m mad, i don’t want to push you away. i was just in my head too much. i thought if i said it out loud, maybe it would make sense, but it just came out wrong. i’m sorry for hurting you.”

your throat tightened.

“it did hurt,” you admitted.

“i know.” his voice cracked a little. “and i hate that i was the one who made you feel that way. i’m not going to bed until i make it right. even if you’re still mad at me. even if you don’t want to talk to me.”

you stared at him — at the way his fingers trembled slightly, how his jaw tensed like he was holding in more emotion than he was letting show.

you let out a shaky breath. “i’m not mad. just... tired. of fighting like this. of feeling like we’re on opposite sides.”

“we’re not,” he said quickly. “i swear, we’re not. i’m on your side. even when i’m being an idiot.”

you gave a half-laugh, half-sigh. “you were kind of an idiot tonight.”

he smiled weakly. “i know.”

you were quiet for a long second. then, finally, you held out your hand. he didn’t hesitate. his fingers slid into yours, warm and familiar.

“i don’t want to sleep mad at you either,” you whispered.

he shifted closer, pulling you into his arms. you fit perfectly against his chest, his hoodie soft against your cheek, his heartbeat steady under your ear.

“i’ll do better,” he whispered into your hair. “we both will.”

you nodded. “we have to. you’re my favorite person, you know.”

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his forehead pressing against yours.

“you’re mine too,” he said softly.

then — finally, slowly — he kissed you. gentle and warm and filled with everything you hadn’t said earlier. an apology. a promise. a breath of relief.

and later, when the light was off again and you were curled up beside him in the dark, his hand still in yours, you finally drifted to sleep — not angry, not hurting — just held, and healing.

xoxo, elle.

[namgyusleftpinkytoe]

EI'm a little obsessed with the sly Han but I thought of something like top submissive, him desperate for Y/N.

𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 - 𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 ౨ৎ

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pairing : submissive!han x y/n

makeout session

genre : fluff

a/n : first request! @berryichimoon i hope this fulfilled your request !

wordcount : 751

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han didn’t even wait for a reply. he was already halfway out the door with his hoodie half on, earbuds tangled, and keys clenched in his hand like his life depended on it.

when y/n opened the door, han was already there, eyes wide and flushed from the cold, lip tucked between his teeth like he was trying to hold something in.

“hi,” he whispered.

“hi,” y/n said back, a little surprised. “you okay?”

he nodded too quickly. “yeah. i just... i needed to see you.”

they stepped aside to let him in, and the second the door clicked shut, jisung was on them—arms around their waist, face buried in their neck, holding on like he was going to fall apart if he let go.

“whoa, hey,” y/n murmured, hugging him back, fingers brushing through his hair. “what’s going on?”

han didn’t answer right away. just breathed in, shivered, and held tighter.

“i don’t know,” he said finally, voice quiet and shaky. “i just... i missed you. like, too much. it hurt.”

y/n pulled back a little to look at him. his eyes were glossy, cheeks pink, lower lip trembling ever so slightly.

“you could’ve called,” they said gently.

“i tried,” he admitted, “but it wasn’t enough. i needed more. i needed you. your voice, your hands, your—” he broke off, biting down on his words.

y/n tilted their head. “my what?”

han flushed deep red and looked down. “just... all of you.”

“needy tonight, aren’t you?”

he nodded slowly. “is that... okay?”

she guided him to the couch and pulled him into their lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. jisung melted instantly, curling into them, letting his body go soft and pliant.

“you’re always okay with me,” y/n whispered, running their hand under his hoodie, tracing lazy circles into his back. “you can need me as much as you want.”

he whimpered, small and breathy. “don’t stop saying things like that.”

“you like being taken care of, don’t you?”

he nodded against y/ns chest. “i hate how much. i feel pathetic.”

“you’re not pathetic, baby. you’re just mine.”

han made a soft, broken sound and gripped y/ns shirt tighter.

“say it again,” he begged.

“you’re mine.”

he was quiet for a beat. then, barely above a whisper: “again.”

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han didn’t say much after that. he just stayed there, curled into y/n’s lap like he belonged there, fingers gripping their shirt like it anchored him to reality.

y/n leaned down, brushing their nose against his temple. “look at me.”

han hesitated, then slowly tilted his head up, eyes big and glossy and full of want. he looked overwhelmed. like he'd been holding back all day and it finally broke through the second y/n opened the door.

“you want me to kiss you, don’t you?” y/n asked, voice barely above a whisper.

han’s breath hitched. he nodded once, desperate, like any more words might crack him in half.

y/n leaned in slowly, letting him feel it—feel the tension, the space closing between them, the warmth of her breath on his lips. and then she kissed him.

it was soft at first, just a gentle press, but jisung melted instantly, sighing against their mouth like he’d been waiting for it all his life. his hands slid up to their shoulders, clinging, pulling them closer without even realizing it.

when y/n deepened the kiss, han let out a tiny whimper, parting his lips without hesitation. he wasn’t leading it—he didn’t want to. he wanted to be kissed, wanted to be handled, wanted y/n to take and take and take until all that was left of him was the way he breathed their name.

he tilted his head, letting y/n in deeper, mouth moving with theirs like he needed it to survive. his hands trembled a little where they gripped the fabric of their hoodie. every time y/n sucked softly on his bottom lip or slid their tongue just a little deeper, he made the most helpless little noises—barely-there gasps and whines he probably didn’t even realize he was making.

when they finally pulled back, han chased after the kiss like he wasn’t ready for it to end. his eyes fluttered open, dazed, lips pink and slightly swollen.

“you okay?” y/n whispered, brushing their thumb over his cheek.

han nodded slowly, then let out a shaky breath. “i think i stopped breathing.”

y/n smiled. “you always fall apart for me like this?”

he flushed, eyes darting away. “only you.”

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xoxo, elle.

[namgyusleftpinkytoe]

sweet like hell - lee felix

pairings : felix x fem!cannibal!reader

genre : horror, gore

warnings : dark themes, gore, blood (a shit ton of blood), murder, some suggestive scenes

wordcount : 1.5k+

a/n : so i based this fic off of “jennifer’s body”. i hope you guys enjoy! remember feedback and reblogs are appreciated!! ^^

you were the kind of girl everyone wanted but no one could have—not really. you walked the hallways like they were a catwalk, hips swaying, blood still wet on your lips from the night before. guys tripped over themselves trying to catch your eye, and girls watched you with a mix of envy and fascination.

lee felix wasn’t like the rest of them.

he didn’t look at you like a prize. he looked at you like he already knew your secret.

you first noticed him in the back of the library, headphones in, mouth curled in a soft half-smile as he tapped a pen against his notebook. your hunger stirred—low and hot in your gut—but you didn’t act on it. not yet.

he looked up. held your stare like it didn’t burn.

“hey,” you said, tongue flicking across your teeth. “you always sit alone?”

“you always hunt alone?”

you blinked.

he smiled. “i’ve seen what you do.”

most boys would’ve pissed themselves and prayed you didn’t drag them into the woods after dark. not felix. he leaned back in his chair and let you circle him like a predator.

“you don’t know anything.”

“i know you haven’t eaten since jake choi. he went missing after the homecoming game. last seen leaving with you.”

your lips parted. “are you calling me a killer?”

“i’m saying you’re hungry.”

your breath hitched. it wasn’t often someone saw you that clearly.

“careful,” you said, leaning down until your lips almost grazed his ear. “i might bite.”

“then bite.”

you grinned.

♡

you didn’t kill felix that night. instead, you kissed him. deep and slow in the backseat of your car, the kind of kiss that made your jaw ache and your thighs press together.

he tasted like cinnamon gum and defiance.

“why aren’t you scared of me?” you asked, nails trailing down his chest.

“maybe i like dangerous girls.”

“maybe i like breaking boys like you.”

“then break me.”

you didn’t.

♡

he found you the next morning behind the gym, covered in blood.

your cheer skirt was ripped, your skin glowing unnaturally beneath the moonlight. you were crouched over a body, still twitching.

felix didn’t scream. he didn’t run.

you wiped your mouth and looked at him, breathless.

“you followed me.”

“i wanted to see.”

“you saw.”

“is that what they did to you? the band?”

your stomach twisted. low shoulder, the indie band with eyeliner and too many rings. they’d taken you into the woods after that stupid bonfire, tied you down to a rock and sang some shitty satanic song while stabbing you again and again, thinking you were a virgin.

joke was on them.

you came back wrong.

hungry.

powerful.

a succubus with killer cheekbones and a grudge.

“you know,” you whispered.

“i know,” felix said, stepping closer.

“then why aren’t you running?”

he reached out and touched your face. “because i think you’re still in there. the real you.”

you flinched.

“don’t.”

“you’re not a monster.”

“i am.”

“then let me be yours.”

he became your secret. not a victim, not a meal—something in between.

♡

you’d meet in parking lots and dark classrooms, his hands tangled in your hair, your legs wrapped around his waist.

he knew how to touch you. how to make you forget the blood on your hands.

you never took from him. never fed. not once.

but you dreamed about it.

his pulse, hot under your lips.

the way he’d taste.

the way he’d scream.

“you don’t have to keep killing them,” he said one night, lying beside you on the bleachers.

“i do.”

“there’s other ways to stay strong.”

“not for me.”

“then let me help you.”

you rolled to your side, fingers brushing his collarbone.

“how?”

“give me a piece of it. share the hunger.”

you blinked. “you’d take that on?”

“for you?” he smiled. “yeah.”

you kissed him.

bit his lip.

tasted blood.

the change was slow.

felix started looking at people differently.

not like they were friends or classmates, but meals.

you weren’t sure if he was becoming like you or just slipping into your world.

you didn’t care.

he was yours.

♡

when the football team started dropping one by one, the town freaked out.

cops came to the school. parents held vigils.

but no one looked at you.

you were too pretty, too polished, too perfect.

except felix.

he looked at you like you were a god.

like he’d kneel if you asked.

like he already had.

“they’ll figure it out,” he whispered one night, lips pressed to your neck.

“let them.”

“you’re not afraid?”

“not with you.”

he pulled back, eyes dark. “then let’s burn it down.”

“what?”

“the school. the town. all of it. start over somewhere new.”

you smiled, wide and wicked.

“you really would do anything for me.”

“i already have.”

♡

you didn’t just burn it.

you made it bleed.

felix lured them out one by one, and you fed.

full. powerful. untouchable.

by the time the flames reached the front doors, you were already gone.

hand in hand.

fingers intertwined.

blood on your heels.

a trail of bodies behind you.

no regrets.

no apologies.

just love.

twisted. feral. forever.

doliveiraa ꪆৎ ― est. june '24 © do not copy or repost my content on other platforms

[namgyusleftpinkytoe]

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This man is fucking yummy

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soft paws, warm hands - hwang hyunjin

pairings : ferrethybrid!hyunjin x fem!reader

genre : fluff

wordcount : 1.0k+

a/n : i decided to write this because i’ve lately been reading a lot of skz hybrid things! i didn’t know how you guys would feel about this, but here i am. feedback is appreciated! enjoy my lovelies! ♡ ^^

the hybrid adoption center always made your heart ache a little.

so many hopeful eyes. so many small noises, little paws, twitching ears and tails. they all looked at you like you were their last chance. but today, you came in with real purpose—you were ready to adopt. something small. something cuddly. something to keep you company in your quiet apartment.

"the ferret hybrids are down this hallway," the caretaker said with a warm smile. you nodded, heart picking up pace.

as you stepped into the smaller room, the soft hum of a heat lamp and gentle chirps of communication filled the space. there were a few cages, each spacious and lined with toys and blankets. one ferret curled into a fuzzy donut and didn’t stir. another was chewing a cardboard tube, absolutely lost in it.

but the one that caught your eye was sitting right at the front of the cage, tiny paws gripping the bars, beady eyes focused entirely on you.

he had creamy brown fur, slightly lighter around the face, and little dark speckles down his back. he blinked once, tilted his head—and then stood upright on his hind legs like he was trying to get a better look at you.

"oh my god," you whispered, your heart completely gone. "hello there."

the little ferret perked up even more at your voice. you knelt down, offering a hand through the bars, and instead of scurrying away like you expected, he leaned forward and gently nudged your fingers with his tiny nose. then he crawled right into your palm like he belonged there.

"that’s hyunjin," the caretaker said behind you. "he’s… special. came in a few weeks ago. no one's even held him before."

your brows furrowed. "really? he just crawled into my hand."

the caretaker blinked. "he… did?"

you smiled and gently stroked his head with a finger. "he’s perfect. i’ll take him."

♡

the ride home was quiet, hyunjin curled up in the blanket-lined carrier, occasionally peeking up to look at you. you caught his eyes in the rearview mirror more than once.

when you finally set him down in your apartment, he hesitated for a moment. then he stretched long and low like a noodle, and began to explore. it was honestly adorable—he climbed onto your couch and burrowed under the pillows, poked his head into your slippers, tried to crawl up your pants once (before tumbling back down with a dramatic squeak).

"you’re really something else," you laughed as you followed him around, "aren’t you gonna transform back at some point?"

he squeaked and flopped over dramatically. no shift. just vibes.

you assumed he needed to feel safe. comfortable. maybe he just liked being in ferret form for now. that was fine. you weren’t in any rush.

♡

a few days passed, and you settled into your new routine with hyunjin. he was smart, playful, curious—and oddly good at following you around the house. he had this little hopping run that made you giggle every time. and even when he was mischievous, like stealing your socks or trying to climb the curtains, he always found a way to charm you out of being mad.

that morning, you’d been working on a diy project in your room. a little bookshelf you were painting and assembling by hand. music played softly from your phone. hyunjin was asleep in a pile of laundry nearby, his tiny chest rising and falling peacefully.

you were cutting some thick fabric to line the shelves when the scissors slipped.

“fuck—!” you gasped as pain flared through your hand. your thumb throbbed instantly, and blood began to drip, dark and fast.

you dropped the scissors with a clatter, backing up and gripping your hand. panic was bubbling up when you heard frantic scrabbling—hyunjin was suddenly up, his little feet thudding lightly against the floor as he sprinted toward you.

“hyunjin—” you started, blinking through the pain.

he didn’t stop to nuzzle or sniff. instead, he turned sharply into your closet, disappeared behind some hanging clothes—then came back out dragging a pair of sweatpants.

you blinked, woozy from the sight of blood, confused.

and then right in front of you, he shimmered.

not with magic or some dramatic spark, but subtly—fur melting into skin, tiny limbs elongating and shifting until suddenly, a tall, bare-skinned man stood in front of you.

hyunjin.

naked.

you choked on air, your brain unable to fully catch up to what just happened. he was… he was stunning. lean but toned, long limbs, golden skin, sharp cheekbones, lips parted in focus. and yeah—he was huge. not just tall. your gaze dipped once, and you swore your soul left your body.

“i’m sorry,” he said breathlessly, pulling on the sweatpants in a hurry. “i—i usually wait longer to shift. but you—i smelled the blood.”

his voice was soft, deep, slightly raspy. he tied the waistband quickly, and the pants, somehow, fit perfectly on his hips.

you blinked at him, still crouched and holding your hand. “you’re… you’re human.”

“hybrid,” he corrected gently, stepping forward. “may i see it?”

you nodded numbly.

he knelt in front of you, still shirtless, and took your wrist with warm fingers. his touch was surprisingly delicate. he pulled a tissue from your nightstand and pressed it firmly against the wound. the pain made you flinch, and his eyes softened.

“i’ll clean it up after the bleeding stops,” he murmured. “but you’ll be okay.”

you couldn’t stop staring.

his eyes were this deep brown, framed by long lashes. his hair, slightly wavy and falling into his face, still held some of the soft brown tones from his ferret form. and his body—god—he was so effortlessly beautiful. lean muscle, smooth skin, soft veins running under the surface. it was almost unfair.

“you’re staring,” he said without looking up.

“you’re half-naked in my bedroom,” you countered weakly.

he chuckled, soft and low. “i can get a shirt, if it’ll make you more comfortable.”

“no,” you blurted. “i mean—no, it’s okay. just… wasn’t expecting you to be that pretty.”

he looked up at that, a slow grin spreading across his face. “you think i’m pretty?”

you groaned. “don’t tease me. i’m bleeding.”

he laughed again and adjusted the tissue gently. “you’ll need some antiseptic. bandages, too. stay here.”

he stood, and you watched his back as he padded to the bathroom. broad shoulders, a slim waist, that damn waistband hanging low on his hips. you were truly not okay.

he returned with a small first aid kit and sat beside you, cross-legged. the moment he started cleaning the cut with alcohol, he murmured quiet reassurances.

“you were so calm,” you whispered, still watching him.

“i’ve seen worse,” he said. “besides… the idea of you getting hurt and me not helping? i couldn’t stay in ferret form anymore.”

you swallowed hard.

“so… why didn’t you shift sooner?”

he looked thoughtful as he wrapped the bandage snug around your hand. “some hybrids like staying in animal form when they’re unsure. it’s safer. less vulnerable. but with you, even from the cage… i knew i’d be safe.”

you blinked at him.

“you picked me. not because i was rare. or flashy. just because… you liked me. i could tell.”

you couldn’t say anything to that. your heart was beating too loud.

“besides,” he added, eyes flicking to yours, “i was planning to show you eventually. i just… didn’t want to scare you off.”

you smiled, cheeks warming. “you’re the one walking around shirtless, hyunjin.”

he smirked, playful and cocky now. “so you were looking.”

you swatted his arm with your uninjured hand, and he laughed again—warm and bright, so different than the skittish creature you’d first met.

“thank you,” you said quietly after a moment.

he tilted his head. “for what?”

“for helping me. for… trusting me.”

he reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “i’m yours, remember? ferret or not.”

you smiled softly.

and maybe it was the blood loss. or maybe it was just him—but you leaned into the warmth of his presence, into the way he gently pulled you close, and let him take care of you that night.

ferret or human. you’d picked him.

and now, he was finally home.

doliveiraa ꪆৎ ― est. june '24 © do not copy or repost my content on other platforms.

[namgyusleftpinkytoe]

"well that was unexpected."

pairings : hybrid!seungmin x fem!reader

genre : pure fluff, maybe a lil bit of angst..? (if you squint.)

warnings : n/a

a/n : okay so i got my idea from one of my AMAZING LONG TIME mutuals @doliveiraa, go read her hyunjin version <33. this is my first fic coming from a year-long hiatus, so please bare with me!! also im thinking of making alot of my fics (or maybe account...) for poc girlies..should i? (im putting up a poll for soon ^^)

word count : 1.4k

i was so nervous, and not really knowing what to expect. after my dog Lulu passed away, i couldn't find myself to find love in another dog—not after her passing. it just hurt too much.

but my friend had (somehow) talked to me about hybrids.

yes, hybrids, the animals that can also be humans.

"im telling you y/n, it's not bad! plus, when they get comfortable they turn into their human form and then it's like having a roommate and bestfriend—can you try it please..?" your friend pleaded; they had seen me horrifcally depressed after Lulu's passing, it hurt them too.

"y/f/n, i don't know, what if something goes wrong? what if none of them like me?"

"no. no more overthinking shit. they're gonna love you, just like how you loved Lulu, i pinky promise on it." they interjected; they noticed how after your pet's passing you started overthinking more; unhealthily overthinking.

so here i now found myself at the shelter, following an employee back to the hybrids area.

and i was shitting bricks, even though my friend told me not to be anxious—that was out the window now.

but there were so many hybrid animals; puppies, birds, snakes, ferrets, cats, turtles, just complete overload.

"i'll leave you to it, and you can look around." the employee said, smile on her face before turning and walking away.

and when she left, most of the animals made their way up to the glass, making their own noises, grabbing your attention.

i looked at the birds, and all their beautiful colors and patterns—then next to cats, which were all so different and unique. but i made your way to the puppies, a quiet sadness filling your mind, pushing the feeling away, you bent down, and a golden retriever puppy curled up in its cage catches my eyes.

'the animal caught a whiff of my scent, so that's why it came to gently pad over to my finger that was inside of cage.' i thought.

the puppy sniffed my finger, and hesitantly looked at it—but eventually rubbed its face against it.

and i melted.

the fur was so soft, the small paws grasping at my finger, the big, dark brown doe eyes that looked at me; it was instant connection.

"that's seungmin. he's a golden retriever." the employee explained, looking at the puppy who didn't really come out his shell much.

"he's perfect. i'll take him." i said.

ᥫ᭡

i released seungmin from the soft, fluffy carrier i purchased, setting him down on my apartment floor.

he was in fact, a curious puppy who sniffed literally anything. making his way to my small sized couch, digging his way into my cushions and pillows. he was happy, tongue out and tail wagging, just the perfect puppy.

i placed down his bed, putting toys and stuffies in it to make comfortable, along with his food and water bowls.

seungmin immediately went over to it, eating and drinking,

“gosh, did you not eat or drink at the shelter min?” i joked, seeing just how much he was enjoying his new home.

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over the days, me and seungmin fell into place, and our relationship grew. he was such a good and obedient puppy, and he made mistakes sometimes, like now.

he had knocked over his water bowl, causing a puddle of water to form, and when i noticed, he padded into a corner—an ashamed noise coming from him.

“min, it’s okay. i’m not mad, it was only an accident.” i say, cleaning the water, hoping to coax him to come back.

and yes it did take some convincing with treats—but it was worth the sight of his tail wagging again.

“see? it’s all cleaned up and you have nothing to worry about. let’s go to my room and we can watch something together, or you can just play around in my sheets—i don’t care.” i said, picking the puppy up into my arms, and walking to my bedroom.

as i snuggled into my pillows, making space for seungmin in my arms, which he didn’t notice due to him ruffling around in my sheets.

“min, are you gonna watch or…just do whatever you’re doing?” i asked, but of course with his adrenaline and excitement of a new place to be exploring, he didn’t stop.

“okay then, i’ll leave you to it doggo.” i said.

but eventually as my movie ended, the poor thing ran out of energy and was sleeping.

“looks like someone ran out of excitement.” i laughed.

he was supposed to sleep in the beautifully made dog bed i made for him, but i let it slide—he was just too cute to move.

and now my eyes were closing. exhaustion caught up to my body, and soon enough i drifted off to sleep, cuddling my puppy.

just a girl and her hybrid puppy.

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the next week, i had been getting for a friends party, accompanied by seungmin at my feet.

“okay min, what do we think? is the makeup good?” i ask, obviously knowing he can’t reply.

but he barked.

“i’ll take that as a yes.” i giggled, utterly transfixed on the question in my head,

‘how can a hybrid dog be so cute?’

making my way to the front door of my apartment, i bent down to his level, speaking gently but still firm.

“now, minnie, i won’t be long extremely long. probably 2 hours—3 tops. okay?” i explained.

seungmin then sat down, and once again, i took it as a yes.

“bye! i love you.” i said, closing the door behind me.

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but when i came home, it wasn’t pretty at all. i was crying, my hands shaking.

seungmin immediately noticed it, stood on his hind legs, paws on my knees.

“min, i just don’t know why she would even do something like that!” i cried out.

and that’s when seungmin trotted away, into my room, leaving me in my kitchen crying and alone.

‘did this puppy really just leave me in a time of my distress…’ i thought to myself.

but i was easily mistaken, when instead of a cute, light brown, golden retriever puppy coming back—it was an asian, tall, fit, man.

‘that’s MY seungmin?!’ i thought to myself.

my eyes widened and i wiped my tears.

“you’re my seungmin? like my cute, small, golden retriever puppy??” i asked, completely dumbfounded.

“yes i am. sorry, i just had to transform—you were distressed and crying—and i just got triggered.” he explained.

"well that was unexpected." i said, eyes wide.

his attire was quite the look; dressed in a light blue baby tee that was too small for him and a pair of my oversized sweatpants that were still too short for his long legs.

“are you okay? why were you crying?” seungmin asked worriedly.

a small giggle left my lips, my eyes trailing up and down his outfit.

“you look very interesting…i must say—it’s quite the fashion choice.” i managed to get out, before bursting into a fit of laughter.

“well forgive me for wanting to make sure you're okay!” he said, crossing his arms revealing his belly button.

but even when he was dressed like this, i couldn’t help but see just how attractive his was. his short brown hair, pale skin, and fit appearance? god took his time with that man.

"seriously y/n, what's wrong? why were you crying..?" he asked, serious this time.

i sighed, the memory of the party stuck in my head.

"well, one of my bestfriend's 'friends', humiliated me. she told the others lies about me, so i was alone until i just left early." i explained.

it hurt alot. i went there to celebrate my bestfriend's birthday and was avoided like the fucking plague.

"im sorry y/n. do you want a hug?" seungmin offered.

"thanks min." i murmured, wrapping my arms around his ribcage area.

his hug was so comforting. he smelled like warmth and roses, and nothing felt better than this in the moment.

"do want me to take you to the stores to get you clothes that actually fit..?" i say, a smile on my face as i look at his outfit once more.

"please and thank you. i don't know how you would even wear this." seungmin said, gesturing to the baby tee.

"okay we can go, just let me change into something more comfortable."

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life with seungmin as a human was smooth, even if sometimes he ate all my food. and as a puppy, perfect, and that was my life, absolutely perfect. a girl with her hybrid puppy. and it was my best decisions ever.

cosmicbrownskin ᥫ᭡ ― est. november 2023 © do not copy or repost my content on other platforms

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Will NEVER get over this hyunjin and dance 🤤🤤🤤 like ong I can watch it a millions times

And as a dancer it was so fucking good this is REAL talent Hwang Hyunjin is just perfecttttttt