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☆…gift stress…☆

skz x reader

synopsis: how much would the kids stress about gifts?

warnings: some members’ sections are longer than others, but this has nothing to do with my biases! i just thought of more for specific members

requested: nope

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— he wouldn’t stress per say, but would definitely make sure it’s the perfect gift

— probably the most normal out of everyone in the group when it comes to gift giving

— he’d be sneaky about asking what you want too

— quickly writing down the title of a book you were interested in kind of vibe

— asks your family if he really has no clue

— when he finally finds the gift he imagines what your reaction will be

— and guess what he gets you?

— a snow globe!!

— but not just any snow globe, he’d get one custom made of your hometown/city

— he’s the cutest <3

. . .

As soon as Chan gives you the green light, you rip the wrapping paper off the small box. Inside, staring right up at you, is a small snow globe.

You’re about to turn and look at Chan questioningly—you’ve never expressed an interest in snow globes—until you see a familiar layout.

You can feel yourself smiling as you carefully lift the snow globe out of the box. Yep, it’s what you thought it was.

You shake the snow globe and little puffs of white float around the globe, making the mini model of your hometown look like it’s caught in the middle of a snowstorm.

You look to Chan, only to see him smiling at you expectantly.

You sigh and pull him into a hug, feeling your heart swell because of the thoughtful gift.

“Thank you…”

Your shaky voice gives away your emotional state, and the only answer you get is amused laughter rumble from Chan’s chest.

“You’re welcome, (Name).”

. . .

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・。

— doesn’t stress at all

— he’s almost too relaxed

— probably just sees something and thinks

— “oh that’d be a good gift for (Name)” and buys it

— THAT’S IT.

— you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little annoyed by it

— but his gifts are always some of the best you get, so you can’t be mad

— this year, he gets you a cute plushie of… something making a strange face

— almost like it just ate a lemon

— he claims that it reminded him of you

. . .

“Minho…”

The man in question raises a brow from his seat across from you at the dining table. “Yeah?”

You’ve just opened your gift from Minho, and you’re confused—though not particularly surprised—at his gift of choice.

“…What is this?”

Minho frowns and takes the plushie from you, carefully holding it between his palms. “He reminded me of you.”

You deadpan.

“I, me, myself…” You point and motion to your face, Minho staring at you blankly.

“Remind you…” You point at Minho, him wearing the same blank expression.

“Of this?”

You point at the sour-faced plushie, now being slightly smooshed by Minho’s hands.

“I’ll keep him if you don’t like him.”

“No, no! I like him! I’m keeping him!”

. . .

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— man would STRESS

— he knows you think the thought is much more important to you, but still

— thinks you deserve more than one present

— expect 3 ^^

— puts a lot of thought into each gift, always paying attention to what you show interest in

— one might be a copy of a skz album you really wanted but it sold out too quickly

— or maybe a pair of earrings you expressed an interest in way back in May

— whatever it is, it’s amazing

— like chan, he imagines what your reaction will be

— doesn’t even care if you get him anything or not, just happy to see you smile <3

. . .

It’s been a long, eventful holiday and to be honest you’re ready to just flop onto your bed and fall asleep.

You’ve gotten to do everything you’ve wanted to so far, other than one:

See Changbin.

He’s been busy too, of course, but he told you he’d be at your door at 9pm.

So that’s what you’re doing now. Waiting.

The doorbell rings and you jump up out of your sitting position on the floor and fling the door open, engulfing Changbin in a hug.

Changbin laughs, amused but not surprised at the sudden hug.

“Good to see you too.” Changbin smiles good-naturedly and as soon as you let go he picks up what looks like—four? no, five—boxes in wrapping paper, stacked on top of another.

“Changbin…” You sigh, looking at the presents piled up. “That’s more than last year.”

Changbin only shrugs.

“Just showing my appreciation.”

. . .

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— he’d be pretty relaxed

— but gets stressed about the timeline he has to make you your gift

— maybe this is basic, but he definitely paints his favorite picture of the two of you

— he’d make you look better than him

— he’d also buy you matching necklaces

— they’d have the others’ initial engraved into it

— would honestly get so giddy when you’re opening them you’d think he’s the one getting a gift, not the other way around

. . .

“You’re gonna love it!” Hyunjin practically sings, his smile so radiant it seems like it could blind you.

“Uh-huh.” You pat his arm and take out the decorative tissue paper in the gift bag.

If there was one thing your boyfriend could do, it’s making gifts pretty.

You always make sure to snap a picture of any gift he gives you that he wrapped (which actually happens quite often), so you’re used to the guilt bubbling in your stomach when opening the beautifully wrapped gifts.

“C’mon, open it faster!” Hyunjin’s childish tone cuts into your thoughts snd you roll your eyes with a smile.

“I know, I know.”

When you do finish opening the gift, you pull out a small canvas with two familiar faces painted smiling at each other, noses touching.

“Hyunjin…”

“Wait, there’s another thing.”

He takes a small box out of the bag and gives it to you.

Upon opening it, a small necklace with an h is engraved in the pendant.

Hyunjin smiles and pulls out an identical necklace, except your initial is engraved into the pendant instead.

“So we’ll always be together.”

. . .

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— you’d think he gets really stressed, but i think he’d be okay

— of course he’d have a little voice in the back of his head always trying to make him anxious, though

— sometimes it really gets to him, so much that lee know notices and has to calm him down

— anyway, onto the gift!

— i REALLY think he’d make a collage book of his favorite memories/pictures of the two of you

— it would be so cute;;

— he’d write little notes about his favorite thing that happened that day or just why he likes the picture so much

— he’d also have a little message on the first page for you!

— tell you how much he loves and appreciates you

— i love han sm

— would have to physically stop himself from jumping onto and hugging you when you read his message

. . .

Ever since Han came over, he hasn’t stopped smiling.

Most people would think it’s cute (especially because he has a cute smile), but you think quite the contrary.

“Why are you being so weird?” You frown as he stares up at you from the floor, resting his head in his hands with a new pout.

“Weird? I’m not weird.”

You roll your eyes. “Right, and I’m a banana.”

Han just laughs and suddenly springs up so that he’s sitting cross-legged, resting his head on your knees because you’re sitting on the couch.

“Wanna open your present now?” Han smiles up at you sweetly.

“Do you want me to open my present now?”

Han nods eagerly.

You snort as he jumps up and sprints across the apartment to grab the present he brought for you.

About 8 seconds later, he’s back in front of you, proudly showing what looks like a book wrapped in pretty wrapping paper.

You smile and take the present from him as he plops down next to you on the couch.

He eagerly watches over your shoulder as you unwrap the gift, it revealed as what looks like a scrap book.

You smile as you read the title;

Han and (Name)!

You open the book and start to read the little message scrawled across the first page in Han’s messy handwriting.

Dear (Name)…

. . .

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・。

— i think he’d get pretty stressed

— he wants to give you the perfect gift so much that he’s starting the search almost a month in advance

— you cannot tell me he wouldn’t start looking way too early

— definitely would be not-so-sneakily asking you about gifts

— of course he makes your favorite pastry

— he’d also want to buy you something, and that’s when he gets in his head

— after what he feels like has been months (really just two weeks) he finally finds it! the perfect gift!!

— drumroll please…

— a herd of mini glass animals!

— he would be glowing when you find your favorite animal amongst them

. . .

“So,”

You look up from the cookies Felix baked you to the man himself who’s gazing at you cutely from across the room.

“Hm?”

“You want your other present, or…?”

Your eyes widen in wonder. “Another present? Am I in heaven?”

Felix laughs as he gets up, presumably to get the other gift he prepared for you.

He strides out of the room and you finish the cookie you were eating.

He’s back about a half minute later, holding a small wooden box.

“Be careful; it’s fragile.”

You nod and carefully take the box from him and he smiles as he sits next to you.

You unlatch the box and quietly open it, only to be met with the sight of about a dozen tiny glass animals.

“Felix—oh my gosh! This is so cute!” You exclaim, and you can practically see the light radiating off of the man next to you.

You slowly pick one up, and then the next. You do this until you get to a particular animal.

“Lix—are you serious?” You practically melt in excitement, as he’d gotten you your favorite animal as well.

“Quite.”

“Shut up, it was rhetorical.”

You can hear his smile when he replies with an:

“I know.”

. . .

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・。

— relaxed bby

— definitely makes jokes about how his mere existence is a gift in itself

— “why would you need a present when i’m right here?”

— honestly really good at getting people gifts

— never asks you what you want, already has something in mind

— his gifts are always very thoughtful despite the fact that he always says he hates the very same people he gives gifts for

— you

— he knows that you adore animals and that you really want a pet, so he gets you something as close to a pet as he can

— he brings you to an animal cafe!

. . .

“Seungmin, you can’t just drag me into the city at 9am.” You yawn as Seungmin practically drags you down the street.

“Be quiet, we’re almost there.”

You frown, about to retort until he suddenly stops, causing you to bump into him.

“Hey, what was that f—“

“We’re here.”

You blink and peek around the man, looking up at the sign.

Animal Cafe

Is what it says. Your eyes light up.

“S—wait, you’re bringing me to an animal cafe!?”

Seungmin says nothing and walks to the door, opening it for you. He keeps his face turned away, but you can see that the tips of his ears are pink in embarrassment.

You smile but choose not to point it out, seeing as he’s doing a good deed.

However, as you pass through the door he’s holding for you, what you do say is this;

“I thought you weren’t getting me a gift, Seungmin.”

You hear him huff from behind you, but you can tell he’s smiling.

“It’s your two favorite things. Animals, and more importantly, me.”

. . .

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・。

— vv relaxed

— at some point you start wondering if he even remembers about the gift

— but don’t fear, he does! he just might… forget to buy it?

— jeongin is the type of guy to find a present three months prior to a special event and either forget to order/buy it or just forgot where he put it

— in this case, he forgot to order it!

— when scrolling on amazon he saw a really cute duck plushie he thought you would love and added it to his cart

— somehow removed it from the cart without realizing and just forgot about it entirely, assuming he ordered it with his next order

— oh, boy…

— but don’t worry, he pulls through! he found one of seungmin’s plushies that looked similar and asked where he got it

— went and bought it at rumi

. . .

“So… why am I supposed to be excited about a trader joe’s bag again?”

Jeongin laughs nervously as you raise a skeptical brow.

“It’s no reason… I mean, it’s the thought that counts, right?”

You sigh. You want to get mad at him, you really do, but you just can’t.

He’s too cute without even realizing.

“Right… and this has nothing to do with you suddenly running out the house and returning 45 minutes later with a bag from Rumi?”

Jeongin nods. You shake your head, a fond smile growing on your face.

“Just—just open it, okay?”

You finally take the decorative tissue out from the trader joe’s bag and peer into the bag, only to see a rather cute duck plushie sitting inside.

Your whole being lights up as you eagerly pick up the plushie and hug it before turning to Jeongin.

“Jeongin! Where did you find this?” You manically shake his shoulders, making his head go forwards and backwards over again.

He places his hands on your shoulders to calm you down, so you stop shaking him.

“What, you can’t guess?”

You smile at each other.

“Rumi.”

. . .

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids headcanons #stray kids headers #kpop x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids x y/n #kpop imagines #tis the season

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earthsc1ence · 2 years ago

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Hi!

ENHYPEN x reader

synopsis: Your family dragged you out to see the Thanksgiving Parade. You were originally just semi-excited until you actually got there. Little did you know, you’d be seeing a popular kpop group your friend love.

warnings: some cursing, lightly edited, WAY too long

requested: nope

word count: 1.9k

i’m delulu, don’t judge pls :)

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“WHY DID WE HAVE TO LEAVE at 5:30 if we had to be here at 7?” You groan, leaning into your father’s shoulder dramatically.

Because it’s Thanksgiving and everyone gets time off, you decided to stay with your parents and visit them for the holiday weekend. Though, they practically forced you to visit so you could accompany them to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade (they had an extra ticket and had no one to give it to).

After a very boring train ride, you and your parents finally made it to your seats alongside the road where the floats would be going down in about 2 hours.

Your father sighs and pushes you off his shoulder. “You could have slept on the train, you know.”

You send him a tired glare. “I don’t sleep in public, you know that. And don’t avoid the question!”

It seems as if he doesn’t hear you—thought you know very well he did—, suddenly finding your mother’s hat very interesting and he starts up a conversation with her about it—as if he wasn’t the one to gift it to her for their anniversary.

You fight back a fond smile and plop down onto the bench, pulling out your phone with a yawn. You quickly google when the parade starts—

“Nine? …It starts at nine!?” You loudly exclaim, drawing a few curious stares. You can feel your face burning, causing you to keep your head down.

You feel a light hit to your head, causing you to let out a muffled grunt. “What was that for?” You whine childishly, rubbing where she hit you.

“Don’t complain, we generously offered you these tickets. Try being thankful—it is Thanksgiving, after all.” Your mother’s sharp voice cuts into your thoughts. You’re tempted to roll your eyes, but you know that’d only earn you another hit.

“Thank you very much for inviting me to accompany you to the parade.” I give my mother a shit-eating grin and she just sighs, though I catch a hint of a smile.

You turn your attention back to your phone and decide to see what floats would be up this year. You smile when you see the picture of Snoopy’s float, but don’t really pay enough attention to remember what any of the floats would look like.

“Get off your phone and look around; we’re in New York City, after all!” Your mother exclaims and your hands quickly find their place on top of your head, scared she’ll strike again.

When she doesn’t, you roll your eyes. “Yeah, not like I grew up here or anything.” You mutter under your breath, somewhat surprised your mother didn’t hear you.

You sigh, and it’s so cold you can see your breath. A smile works its way onto your face—you always found it fascinating how you can see your breath when it’s cold.

Deciding to finally take a page from your mother’s book, you pocket your phone and stretch your arms above your head, admiring the sky as the sun rises.

The sky is a beautiful orange to pink gradient, though you can really only see it above the buildings. The sky above you is a nice baby blue, not a cloud in sight.

It’s a lovely morning, however much you despise being out and about at 7am.

You bite back another sigh, silently wishing you got up just a little earlier to make yourself a cup of coffee.

After around 10 minutes of sleepily looking around, you pull your phone out once again to check the time.

7:18 am.

Damn.

You find yourself putting on your headphones and scrolling TikTok, getting hopelessly lost in whatever the hell your FYP is.

After a while, you check the time again.

7:42 am.

You should be surprised at how much time you passed scrolling on TikTok, but you aren’t.

You sigh and pull off your headphones, leaving them around your neck.

Your mom is scrolling on her phone—“hypocrite”—and your father is nowhere to be seen.

“Hey, ma.”

No response.

“Mama.”

A slight nod of her head in your direction is the only indication you get that she’s listening.

“Where’s dad gone?”

After a moment, she shrugs.

You sigh and stand up, stretching. “I’m gonna walk around.”

No response.

You roll your eyes and walk alongside the edge of Central Park, careful to map out your path in your head so you can make your way back to your seats.

As you walk, you hear quiet quacks come from your pocket. You frown and pull out your phone, curious to see who’s calling you.

maxie is calling…

You frown, confused as to why your best friend would be calling you so early when she normally wakes up at noon.

Then again, it is Thanksgiving.

You accept the call and bring your phone to your ear, not ready for your eardrums to be blown out.

“(NAME)!? (NAME)! DID YOU HEAR? OH LORD, PLEASE TELL ME YOU HEARD—“

“AH!”

You shriek, ripping the phone from your ear like it’s on fire.

“Don’t yell, you idiot! You practically made me go deaf!” You whisper-shout into the speaker before bringing the phone back to your ear.

You hear Maxie giggling sheepishly across the line.

“Sorry, (Name). Anyways, did you hear?”

You frown. “Hear what?”

You can practically see her usual shocked and slightly offended expression whenever you happen to not know what she’s talking about.

“About ENHYPEN, of course!”

You blink.

“…What?”

“ENHYPEN! You know, my favorite boys?”

You sigh. “No. No, I don’t know.”

“You know them—sort of. Well, whatever. The point is, they’re going to be performing at the parade! Isn’t that amazing?”

Her voice is laced with so much excitement and energy that you almost want to go back to sleep.

“…Um, yeah.”

Maxie sighs through the phone, leaving you to only imagine her eyeroll.

“Well, the point is, promise to take pictures! And send me them! And say hi for me!”

“…Uh?—“

“Great? Great! Love you! Talk later!”

“Maxie, wai—“

The familiar beep of a phone call hanging up sounds from your phone, and you stare at your phone incredulously.

“…She really hung up on me,” You mutter in disbelief before shrugging. “…Whatever.”

You think an hour passes—especially because you can hear people cheering.

Your eyes widen and your gaze moves to the road.

A golf cart drives along the road with a woman dressed in white waving to the crowd.

You frown, not recognizing the woman—then again, you only got a brief glance of her.

“Must be a reporter for the parade.” You mutter and start making your way back to your seat.

You’ve never really watched the Thanksgiving Parade on TV very much; not in a few years, at least.

You pass by much larger crowds of people sitting on the bleachers lining the road than earlier as you retrace your steps until you manage to find your parents talking with another.

“Hey, I’m back.”

Your mother immediately looks to you, her gaze piercing and accusatory.

“Where did you go? You disappeared!”

“I literally told you—“ You start, but think better of it and stop yourself midway. Your mother huffs when you shrug.

“Just make sure to let us know when you leave next time, okay?”

“I literally did,” You think to yourself as you manage to put on a rather strained smile. “Yep.”

Your father just pats your shoulder sympathetically as you sit down and goes back to his conversation with your mother.

You pull out your phone and check the time.

8:44 am.

Damn.

You’re about to start scrolling through TikTok once again until your eardrums are practically blown out from the cheers around you.

Your head snaps up and you eagerly look down the road to your right, seeing a giant acorn float slowly make its way down the road.

You snort.

“Oh, this is going to be fun.”

Around a half hour goes by, and you’ve already taken millions of pictures of various floats and celebrities in the parade.

You’d decided that waking up at 4:30 was worth it—this morning has been magical, and it’s barely even gotten started.

“…Snoopy was amazing!” Your father muses, smiling childishly.

You nod along, about to speak, until you hear some music—Baby Shark?—playing from down the road.

Your eyes widen and you look to the street, only to see two people carrying a sign with an all-too-familiar name reading from it;

ENHYPEN

“…Right.”

You remember how badly Maxie wanted pictures of them, so you immediately pull out your phone and start to snap photos of the men on the float.

However, after around 10 pictures, you lower your phone to actually get a good look at the group.

There are two on your side—one in a red jacket and the other in a rather warm looking purple coat.

In fact, the one in the purple coat is… beautiful.

There’s no other way to describe him.

He looks almost like royalty, waving daintily to the crowd.

Your gaze shifts to the man in the red jacket who’s grinning excitedly.

You snap out of your trance, only to realize there aren’t particularly a lot of people cheering for them.

To be honest, you didn’t really expect anyone on your side of the road to recognize them—they’re mostly older folks, after all.

However, you expected people who didn’t have reserved seats to cheer—or at least recognize them.

You find yourself frowning at the lack of excitement for this group.

They came all the way from South Korea, so they should at least get some cheers, right?

You don’t know what comes over you—a curse? A demon? Maxie’s fangirling?

It doesn’t matter, because you find yourself standing on top of your seat and cupping your hands over your mouth.

“…And say hi for me!”

Is one of the things you recall Maxie telling you—jokingly, of course—but of course you take it just a bit too seriously.

You take in a deep breath, and yell at the top of your lungs:

“HI!”

It feels like the world stops moving. Suddenly, everyone is staring at you.

Heat rushes to your cheeks and you swear if there was one moment in your moment you truly wanted to die, it’d be right now.

The man in the red jacket looks to you, shock adorning his handsome features.

Then, the man in purple is looking at you, too.

And all seven men on the float are looking at you, too.

“…Shit.”

Then, one particularly resembling a happy puppy, grins widely and waves his arms above his head in a way to wave at you.

“GREETINGS!”

You blink.

Suddenly, they’re all grinning at you as if you were an angel sent from above.

“HELLO!”

“HEY!”

“WHAT’S UP!”

A chorus of greetings are shouted from the float, all of them smiling brightly.

Your embarrassment fizzles away, and you’re overcome by an exhilarating sense of happiness.

You wave madly, now smiling so hard that your cheeks would surely cramp later.

However, as soon as it begins, it ends.

Down the road, you can hear screams and cheers of excitement as the group’s float rounds the corner.

One by one, they all move their attention from you to the cheering crowd.

Just as you think they’ve stopped waving at you, the first one to greet you back waves.

“BYE!”

You smile.

“LATER!”

You shout, waving madly. He slowly turns away from you and back to the crowd as the float disappears behind the corner.

You’re still smiling, your cheeks hurting just as you’d predicted.

You turn back to your parents, staring at you in shock.

Your father is dumbfounded while your mother has her phone pulled out, but her attention is all on you.

“…I got all that on camera.”

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