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[ivyues]

Hi are your requests open?

not really~ (˶˃ᆺ˂˶) i don't actively ask for requests

you can tell me, i'll be happy to hear it but i just can't really give you a guarantee that i'll write it

in general, it's more likely that i'll write a requested reaction or a general idea rather than a specific scenario (no nsfw or anything that gives up unheatly relationship vibes pls (๑•́ -•̀) )

i'm sorry in case i won't write you request – it doesn't mean your request is bad. it's just that if i'm not quite feeling it than i'm not sure it'll turn out alright (｡>﹏<)

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In their World - Han Jisung

It was silly, the way your heart always aches ever so slightly whenever you see the bond they share. (Han x reader | platonic!Minsung)

Curled up on the couch in Han’s shared dorm with Minho, you lazily scrolled through your phone while the two boys sat on the floor, huddled over a Nintendo Switch and a rapidly diminishing bowl of tteokbokki.

"Minho-hyung, you keep hitting me!" Han whined, slapping his shoulder.

Minho just smirked, unfazed. "You’re just mad 'cause I beat you four times in a row."

"You cheated. Admit it."

"I’m just better," Minho replied smugly, popping a rice cake into his mouth.

Han turned dramatically to you. "Babe, tell him he cheated."

You looked up, offered a soft smile. "If he did, it’s only because you let him."

Han gasped dramatically at you.

They fall into another banter loop. Sipping your tea, you watch them like you’re sitting outside a window looking in. It’s not that they make you feel unwelcome. Minho has been warming up to you in his own way – he lets you have the last slice of pizza now, even if it was just out of courtesy because you always denied.

Still, sometimes – especially when Han leaned his head back and laughed at something Minho said, or when they glanced at each other, both smirking in that language only the two of them spoke – you felt like a stranger in their little world. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t love their bond. You did. You even admired it.

You just… envied it, in a quiet, internal kind of way.

But you knew one thing with absolute certainty: You would never, ever do the slightest thing to come between them. Because you cared about Han too much and you knew exactly how much Minho meant to him.

They were just so familiar. The kind of familiar that could only come from years of sharing microphones, dorm rooms, pre-show jitters, and late-night tears over ramen. And you? You were new.

You knew you shouldn't feel this way. Han has never made you feel anything but wanted. 

But there’s a version of him – this relaxed, radiant, half-laughing version – that only seems to shine when Minho’s around. It’s not romantic. You know that. But it's still something. Something you’ll never be able to recreate.

“You good?” Han’s voice is soft, cutting through your thoughts.

You blink, realize he’s looking at you. His brows knit in that tiny crease he gets when he’s concerned. You smile too quickly.

“Yeah. Just sleepy.”

Minho groans exaggeratedly. “Ugh, I swear, if you two start kissing, I’m leaving.”

Han sticks his tongue out like a child. “You’re just mad no one wants to kiss you.”

Minho flips him off, but he’s smirking. The ease between them is magnetic. Unshakeable.

You’re not mad. Not jealous, not really. Just... aching in a quiet corner of your heart. A corner you never speak from, because if you did, they’d probably laugh. Call you dramatic. Remind you that it’s not like that, and you know it. And they'd be right, because it sounded stupid out loud. 

You just want Han to be your person. And he is, in many ways. But you know he’ll always be more to Minho in a way you can't touch. 

And you’ll have to learn to accept that.

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Later, when the game was over and Minho retreated to his room, Han flopped beside you on the couch, arm snaking around your shoulder.

“You’re quiet,” he said, gently nudging your cheek with his nose.

You hesitated. “Just tired.”

He tilted his head, studying you. “Is it me? Or Minho?”

Your stomach dropped. “What? No. Why would you say that?”

“'Cause you get that look. Like you’re in your own little cloud of sad. And Minho’s not even mean today.”

You huffed a soft, helpless laugh, the sound barely more than a breath against his skin. 

“Babyy, c'mon talk to mee.”

You paused, not sure how to explain something that felt so small and silly. But he waited, thumb rubbing slow circles into your arm.

“I know it’s dumb,” you finally started. “But sometimes I feel like… I don’t fit. You and Minho are just so close. I know you’re not—like, obviously you’re not into each other. But when I’m around, it kinda feels like I’m intruding.”

Han blinked, his expression unreadable for a second. Then he let out a laugh.

“Babe. We’ve been glued to each other’s butts for years. He’s my emotional support weirdo. Of course we’re close.” He reached over to tap your forehead. “But he’s not the one I get excited to see walk through the door. That’s you.”

Your throat tightened, emotions catching you off guard. But before you could respond, he grinned and added, “Also, your ramen’s way better than his.”

You laughed, watery and real. “Oh, I’m absolutely telling him you said that.”

Han swallowed, playfully panicked. “Do you want me dead?”

You shook your head, grinning. “He deserves to be humbled every once in a while.”

Han leaned back into the couch, tugging you with him until you were half-draped across his chest. “You’re not wrong. Last week he said his presence alone improves the flavor of food. Like he’s some sort of seasoning.”

You grimaced. “Minho-flavored sauce. Disgusting.”

“Right? I’ve been traumatized ever since.”

The laughter lingered between you, softening everything, until the room felt quieter in a good way. Not empty – just… settled. Like the space between you had finally folded closed.

“You know, I meant it,” he said, quieter now. His fingers trailed lightly down your arm before he laced them with yours. “It’s not dumb, by the way. What you said.”

You shifted just slightly, enough to look at him without breaking the warmth of his hold.

Han met your gaze, his eyes softer than before, like. “I get it,” he repeated. “You’re not wrong to feel the way you do. Minho and I have this… weird bond. Like, trauma-bonded via dance practice and mutual caffeine addiction.”

You huffed a laugh, but your eyes were still wet. “But just because that’s old doesn’t mean it’s more important. You and me? We’re building something new. That matters too.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating softly against your cheek. “But seriously,” he said, “I never want you to feel like you're outside. You’re not. You’re my baby. That means you get to be part of my stupid little world. Even if it’s messy and Minho-shaped sometimes.”

You looked at the edge od the couch where your fingers traced over the material. “Just…” you started, your voice quieter than before, “just tell me if I mess with the dynamic. Like—if I ever sit in too bad. I don’t want to be the one who throws things off.”

His brows furrowed, and without hesitation, he cupped your face gently, coaxing you to meet his gaze. “Hey,” he said softly, “you never throw things off. You’re not a third wheel, you’re not some background noise we tolerate. You are part of this.”

He paused.

“Yeah, we have our thing. But you? You’re not stepping into our space. You’re expanding it.” He smiled, the kind that started slow and bloomed across his whole face. “If anything, it’s better when you’re here.”

Your throat tightened, emotions catching you off guard.

But before you could say anything, Han added with a mock-dramatic sigh, “Who knows, maybe you’ll both ditch me in the end. Run off together and leave me behind.”

You chuckled, nudging him with your knee. “C'mon, don't be dramatic.”

He grinned – but there was something a little too earnest about the way he pulled you closer after.

His arm stayed snug around you, and this time, when you shifted against him, he didn’t let go as quickly as usual. He clung a little tighter, thumb brushing back and forth across the curve of your shoulder.

“And if you ever feel like you’re sitting in ‘too bad,’ you can tell me. The only thing you’re interrupting is Minho’s ego. Which, frankly, is a public service.”

“I’m hearing you, Han Jisung!” His voice was muffled, as if he’d just stepped into the bathroom, but it carried the same deadly calm it always did when threatening to toss someone into the air fryer.

You burst into laughter, and Han grinned, clearly satisfied with himself. “See? Dynamic improved.”

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[ivyues]

Please do Felix individual fics too I need so many of it 😭

i knoww, i wish i'd have at least 1 fic for each member (╥﹏╥)

i just have a better gasp of some of them and i don't want to write something for the sake of it that doesn't feel like them

but maybe i'll come up with something if i have some free time and consume more felix content (•̀⩊•́)

[ivyues]

Warmth between us: Stray Kids' reactions to their S/O having warm hands

cold hands equivalent

request: Hii! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) I wanted to request skz reaction when their s/o’s hands are always warm! ( ˃̵ᴗ˂̵) ♡ Thank you!

Bang Chan

The apartment was quieter than usual.

The soft hum of the laptop fan and the occasional click of keys were the only sounds breaking through the silence. Chris sat at his desk, back slightly hunched, his jaw set just a little tighter than normal.

You watched him from the doorway, biting your lip. The fight earlier had been stupid – something small blown out of proportion. Miscommunication. A bad day. Raised voices and hurt expressions. Now there was a heavy space between you, one neither of you quite knew how to cross.

You padded over softly, your heart hammering a little too loud in your chest. As you approached, you hesitated just behind him, watching the tension still lingering in his shoulders. He didn’t look up, didn’t stop typing. You knew he knew you were there.

Cautiously, you reached out and placed your hand gently on his shoulder. That familiar warmth – your warmth – spread through his shirt and into his skin.

His fingers slowed.

He let out a breath through his nose, something between a sigh and a surrender. You felt his muscles shift slightly beneath your touch, loosening. He didn’t shrug you off. If anything, he leaned into the touch just a little.

Then, quietly, he mumbled, “Your hand’s warm.”

It wasn’t said with annoyance or sarcasm. It was softer. Because you always run warm, and he always noticed. And when you touched him, especially like this, it was your way of saying I’m sorry, I’m here, I love you – all in one.

Lee Know

The campfire crackled softly in front of you, flickering against the deep navy sky. Stars scattered overhead like glitter, and your breath fogged the crisp night air. You were tucked into your hoodie, legs curled up by the fire, while Lee Know rummaged through the cabin for something.

“It’s freezing out here. You’re still gonna wear gloves.”

You scoffed. “Why would I wear gloves if my hands are already warm?”

He looked at you like you just asked if fire was wet. “Because you keep them warm. I don’t care if you’re a human heater – your fingers are gonna go numb eventually.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he was already digging through your bag. A second later, he pulled out a pair of gloves and shoved them at you with all the gentle aggression of someone who was deeply concerned but also incredibly stubborn.

“Here. Put them on. No arguments.”

You stared at the gloves, then back at him. “You’re kind of dramatic, you know that?”

“Dramatic?” He raised a brow. “I'm being responsible. You think I’m gonna let you freeze just because you're usually warm?”

You laughed again, softer this time, touched despite yourself. “Fine. For the sake of your peace of mind.”

As you slipped the gloves on, Lee Know gave a triumphant little nod, then scooted closer and brought his arm behind your chair. “Good. Now we can enjoy the fire without me worrying about you catching a cold.”

You smirked. “So this is about your comfort?”

“Obviously.”

Changbin

The studio was dimly lit, filled with the soft hum of equipment and the quiet tapping of keys as music played low in the background. You were curled up on a couch in the corner, sipping a warm drink and your boyfriend was deep in the recording booth.

"Y/N, can you pass me that pen?" Hyunjin asked, his voice pulling you out of your thoughts.

You looked over, spotting the pen just beside you on the coffee table. You picked it up and stood to walk it over. As you handed it to Hyunjin, your fingers brushed his – just a quick, unintentional touch – but enough to make him blink and pause.

"Whoa," he said, looking up at you with raised eyebrows. "Your hands are really warm."

You laughed softly. "Yeah, they tend to be like that."

Just then, Changbin stepped out of the booth, tugging off his headphones. He caught the tail end of the exchange, his gaze narrowing playfully as he walked over.

"Hey, hey," he said, sliding an arm around you. "That’s my handwarmer."

Hyunjin snorted, leaning back with an exaggerated shrug. "Relax. I was just admiring the natural phenomenon that is Y/N’s temperature regulation."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips as Changbin pulled you a little closer and pressed a quick kiss to your temple. “No admiring. I’ve got exclusive rights.”

Hyunjin made a dramatic gagging sound. "You two are so gross when you're cute. I'm leaving."

Hyunjin

As Hyunjin and you were strolling hand in hand, he suddenly stopped mid-step, causing you to almost bump into him.

“Yah,” you said with a playful pout, “why'd you do that?”

Hyunjin turned to you with the most tragic expression you’d seen that week. His eyebrows furrowed like a sad puppy, his lips pushed into a pout and he clutched your hand like it had just betrayed him.

“I just realized something truly heartbreaking,” he said, voice low and theatrical.

You blinked. “…Okay?”

“I can’t do that cool, protective boyfriend thing where I warm your hands in mine!” he exclaimed, eyes wide with faux devastation. “That’s, like, standard boyfriend behavior! It’s in all the K-dramas!”

You burst out laughing as he squeezed your warm fingers and dramatically sighed.

“I always imagined pulling you into my coat, saying something cheesy like, ‘Your hands are freezing,’ and then being all suave, warming them up like a knight in a padded North Face jacket,” he said with a sniff. “But you… you ruined it.”

“I ruined it?” you laughed. “I’m just warm-blooded!”

“Exactly!” he cried. “Where’s the drama? The romance? The scene where I hold your icy fingers in mine and say, ‘Don’t worry, jagiya, I got you’? Huh?”

“You could just pretend my hands are cold.”

Hyunjin looked at you, utterly scandalized. “Pretend?!” he gasped. “You want me to lie to myself? To the universe?!”

You rolled your eyes, still grinning. “Okay, Mr. Method Actor. You wanna hold my hand or not?”

Han

"Uggghhhh," came Han’s voice, stretched out like a cat waking up from a nap. “I swear my shoulders are dying. I'm going to have to retire from dancing and become a full-time noodle.”

You glanced over your shoulder, smirking as you watched him flop onto the couch beside you like his soul had left his body. “A noodle?”

“A soggy one,” he added, flopping even further, his head now in your lap. “Just... massage me before I melt into this couch forever.”

You laughed, setting your phone down. “Again? Didn’t I just give you one last night?”

“Exactly, and it was amazing,” he said. “You have magical hands. I don’t know how they’re always so warm, but it’s literally the best thing ever.”

“They’re just naturally warm. It’s a blessing and a curse.”

Han wriggled closer, turning his back to you. “More like a gift. Like – Specializing in stressed-out idols with overworked backs.”

You raised a brow, fingers already gently working into the tension in his shoulders. “You sound like a commercial.”

“I feel like one. This is heaven.” He let out a blissful sigh, his voice muffled against your leg. “Seriously, you should charge for this. Or at least take payment in ramen and eternal gratitude.”

“Oh, I already get paid,” you said, leaning in with a smirk.

Han cracked one eye open. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Your dramatic whining? Priceless.”

He burst into laughter, wincing a little as your fingers hit a knot. “Okay, ow—rude. But valid.”

Felix

You were curled up on the couch beside Felix when he reached out to take your hand, fingers slipping between yours.

The moment his fingers curled around yours, his brows knit together slightly at the unexpected warmth of your skin.

Without a word, he let go and leaned in, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as his other hand came to rest lightly on your forehead.

Your breath caught in your throat.

“What are you doing?” you whispered, your voice barely audible as heat crept into your cheeks and your heart stuttered in your chest.

“Checking if you have a fever,” he said, completely serious, brows still furrowed with concern.

You felt your face flush even hotter under his touch. “Felix, I swear I’m not sick,” you said, letting out a nervous laugh. “My hands—They’re just always warm.”

“Mm, you sure?” he murmured, his voice low and playful. “You’re blushing a lot too…”

Your cheeks burned. “That’s because you’re touching my face!”

Felix broke into a soft laugh, that deep, contagious kind of laugh that always made your heart flutter. His fingers lingered for a moment longer, tracing gently from your cheek to your jaw before falling away.

“Alright, alright,” he said, backing off with a grin. “No fever. Just dangerously cute.”

Seungmin

Your relationship was new – still in that sweet, slightly awkward stage where every glance and gesture felt electric, full of possibility. It was only your third official date, but somehow, Seungmin already had this quiet way of making you feel known, like he'd been reading you all along.

He slid into the seat across from you, brushing his hand over the table as he reached for his drink. His fingers accidentally grazed yours – and paused.

“Whoa,” he said softly. “Your hand is… really warm.”

You froze, caught somewhere between surprise and embarrassment. “Oh—uh, yeah. It’s always like that. I’m like a built-in space heater, I guess.”

Seungmin blinked, then slowly smiled. “That’s kind of amazing.”

He let his hand linger just a bit longer, fingers brushing the back of yours. “Do you mind?” he asked quietly, voice playful but tinged with that same softness you were still getting used to.

You shook your head. “No. Not at all.”

So he kept his hand there – not quite holding yours, but close enough that your pinkies touched.

“Is it normal?” he asked, tilting his head. “I mean—are your hands always this warm? Like… all the time?”

You gave a small laugh, shrugging. “Pretty much. Even in winter. It’s weird, right?”

Seungmin shook his head, still watching you like he was trying to figure out a puzzle. “No, I don’t think it’s weird. maybe… kind of comforting? And that's cool. Or—well, not cool. You know what I mean.”

I.N

The summer heat clung to the air in Busan like an extra layer of clothing, but you and I.N didn’t seem to mind. The two of you strolled along the boardwalk, shoes scuffing against the ground, the ocean glittering nearby.

I.N had insisted on getting ice cream from his favorite childhood shop and now you were both lazily licking at your cones, trying to beat the sun before it turned your treats into puddles.

"Ah, no!" you cried, tilting your wrist awkwardly as your ice cream sagged dangerously to one side.

I.N snorted around a mouthful of his own cone. "You're losing the battle, Y/N."

"I have warm hands!" you protested, trying to catch the dripping trails with your tongue and utterly failing. "It's not my fault!"

I.N shook his head with an exaggerated, long-suffering sigh.

You grinned mischievously, wiping a smear of ice cream off your wrist. "Well," you said, flashing a wink, "guess I'm just too hot."

I.N choked on his bite of ice cream, laughing so hard he almost dropped his own cone. "That was terrible," he said between wheezes, but his eyes were shining, crinkling at the corners in that way you loved.

"Terrible but true," you said proudly, bumping your shoulder against his.

He just grinned, offering you a bite of his before yours collapsed completely.

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[ivyues]

Hii! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) I wanted to request skz reaction when their s/o’s hands are always warm! ( ˃̵ᴗ˂̵) ♡ Thank you!

hii ヾ(＾∇＾)

added it to my list and will write it once i have time (,,>﹏<,,)

edit: wrote it -> X

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Love Bites: Stray Kids' reactions to their S/O scolding them for having left a hickey

Bang Chan

You stood in front of the mirror, inspecting the angry purple mark blooming across your collarbone.

"Christopher Bahng!"

He jolted upright from the bed, hair a mess, eyes half-lidded with sleep. "Huh? What did I do now?"

You crossed your arms. "This!" You pointed to your neck. "Do you know how many meetings I have today? I can’t wear a turtleneck! It’s April!"

He blinked, then giggled. "Oh… yeah… I might’ve gotten a little carried away."

"A little?"

He got up, wrapped his arms around you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder. “I’m really sorry, babe. I didn’t mean for it to be that bad.”

You tilted your head slightly towards him, your reflection catching the both of you. “Next time, at least leave it lower.”

He raised an eyebrow, mouth curling into that smug little smile you knew too well. “How much… lower?” he asked, smirking.

You rolled your eyes, trying to hold back a grin. “Don’t push your luck.”

He chuckled, kissing your bare shoulder as he tried to pull you back to bed to cuddle. “Too late.”

Lee Know

You caught your reflection in the microwave door while reheating breakfast. “Minho. What the hell.”

He didn’t even look up from his cereal. “What?”

You turned your head. “You marked me. On my neck. On the left side. My most visible side.”

He blinked once, chewing. “Oh. Right. I did do that.”

You stared at him. “That’s it?”

He shrugged. “You were moaning. Seemed like a good idea.”

Your jaw dropped. “You’re unbelievable.”

He finally looked at you, a slow smirk forming. “You didn’t complain last night.”

You groaned. “Well, I am complaining now. I’m going to have to wear a scarf.”

He stood and walked over, pressing a kiss next to the mark. “Then think of me every time you sweat in that scarf.”

You smacked his chest. “That’s not cute!”

“Sure it is,” he said, smug. “You’re mine. Now everyone knows it.”

You blushed, despite yourself.

Then he leaned in, brushing your hair aside and beginning to nibble at your neck again.

You shoved him off with a flustered squeak. “Minho!”

He grinned, unbothered. “The damage’s already done. Might as well add another one.”

Changbin

“Binnie”

You pulled your hoodie zipper up to your chin and glared at your reflection. The giant hickey peeking just above the fabric was already turning a deep purple, impossible to ignore.

He looked up, blinking. “Y-yeah?”

You tilted your head, exposing the hickey. “This! This war crime you left on my neck.”

His eyes widened. “Oh my god—babe, I swear I didn’t mean to leave it that bad.”

“You bit me like I was the last meal on earth.”

He stood quickly, hands raised in surrender. “I got too into it. I’m sorry! You looked— I mean…” His eyes flicked to the bruise again and he bit his lip.

You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t say it.”

“You… look kinda hot with it,” he said sheepishly.

You groaned. “Binnie…”

He pulled you into a hug, voice soft against your hair. “I’m really sorry, okay? I just really like you and my brain goes mushy at night.”

You exhaled. “Just leave them where I can hide them, okay?”

He nodded, then whispered, “Thighs are still on the table, right?”

You smacked his chest. “CHANGBIN!”

Hyunjin

You stood in front of the mirror, dabbing concealer over the dark mark blooming on your collarbone.

"Hyunjin, do you know what this is?" you called out.

He popped his head in, clothes still messy from sleep, but his eyes lit up when he spotted you. "A masterpiece?"

You turned, giving him your best mock-glare. "It’s a problem! I have an appointment in two hours!"

Hyunjin strolled in, leaned on the doorframe, and grinned. “Then you’ll walk in like a woman who’s very loved.”

You threw a makeup sponge at him. “You’re so smug! I already used three layers of concealer.”

He walked over and kissed your temple. “If it helps, I’ll buy you the most high-end concealer on earth.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Or just stop branding me next time?”

He laughed softly, tracing the faint outline with a fingertip. “Come on. Just tell them your boyfriend’s madly in love with you and can't help himself. Romantic, no?”

You groaned, pushing him away with a laugh. "I'm serious!"

He smirked. “So am I.”

Han

You were lounging on the couch, lazily scrolling through your phone when Han walked in, still buzzing from a recent dance practice. He plopped down beside you, grinning ear to ear, completely unaware of the fact that you spent the past hour failing to cover up the hickey on your neck.

“Hey,” you said with a sly smile, turning to face him. “Do you remember last night?”

Han raised an eyebrow, his grin widening as he leaned back, his voice teasing. “Oh, I remember. How could I forget? It was incredible.”

Despite the pinkt tint on your cheeks, you leaned in a little closer. “And do you also remember the part where you got really carried away and left me a giant hickey right here?” You pointed to the side of your neck, just under your jaw.

"Well... no," Han’s face instantly turned red. "But it was so good. Baby, you were just so… distracting."

You crossed your arms. "That's not the point! I’ll have to wear a turtleneck. It’s like 20°C outside!"

"Can’t you just cover it with makeup?" he muttered, looking at you with a pout.

"You think I didn’t try that? I could give you one and then you can try as well."

His eyes widened in a panic. "No! You can't! I’d get in trouble! I swear, I’d never hear the end of it."

You smirked. "Sounds like a you problem."

"Please don't! I'll do anything! I’ll—uh—buy you coffee! Just don't leave a mark on me!"

Felix

You stood in front of the hotel mirror. “Lix…”

He peeked over his coffee cup, immediately going red when he saw the dark hickey blooming on your shoulder.

“Oh my god,” he whispered. “That was me?”

You turned, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t act shocked. You knew what you were doing.”

“I—I didn’t think it would stay like that,” he stammered. “It was… dark.”

“And now I have to check out like this. With the concierge probably judging me.”

He nearly choked on his drink. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to embarrass you!”

You watched as he scrambled over to his toiletry bag, rummaging frantically. “Wait—what are you doing?”

He pulled out a little tube of concealer and a beauty sponge, his ears a furious red. 

You blinked, half-amused, half-impressed as he gently dabbed it onto your shoulder, completely focused, tongue peeking out in concentration.

“I can’t believe you’re trying to makeup over your own crime scene,” you murmured.

He huffed. “Well, if I left it so I can try to help.”

You smirked a little. “Well, maybe next time leave it somewhere I can hide it.”

He looked up. “So you’re not mad?”

You leaned in. “A little. But also flattered.”

Seungmin

You adjusted your hair in the mirror when Seungmin walked into the room, toothbrush still in his mouth.

“You missed a spot,” he said casually, pointing towards your neck with a tilt of his chin.

You looked up, confused. “What—oh. This spot?” 

You pulled your shirt slightly aside to reveal the deep hickey on your collarbone. Another one peeked farther below.

Seungmin’s eyes flicked to the mirror – and for a brief second, his ears turned pink. 

“Might wanna do something about that,” he mumbled around his toothbrush.

You raised an eyebrow.

He spat into the sink and rinsed. “If you want to walk around looking like a scandal, go ahead, but don’t come crying to me if people stare,” he said with a shrug, though his words lacked the usual conviction.

“Are you embarrassed by them?”

“I just don’t like the idea of other people seeing.” His voice softened as he grabbed his hoodie from the chair. “Here.” He tossed it over to you. “You always try to steal them so this is your time... and to not flash everyone.”

You blinked, surprised at his sudden shift. “Really? You're giving me your hoodie for this?”

“Well, I don’t want everyone knowing I did it, okay? It’s... personal.” 

You smiled teasingly. “Fine. I’ll cover up. For my very shy boyfriend.”

He scoffed, then busied himself with grabbing his own jacket. “Just don’t want to make things awkward for you, you know?”

You chuckled under your breath. "Sure. Whatever you say."

I.N

You sat on the edge of I.N’s bed, fidgeting with your hoodie sleeves, your eyes darting nervously to the door.

"I don't know if I can go out like this," you muttered, looking back at him.

He tilted his head. “Why? It’s not that bad.”

You shot him a look. "Not that bad? Chan’s going to see. He’s going to know."

I.N looked up. “Why would he say anything? You look amazing.”

You groaned, tugging your hoodie collar higher over the obvious mark on your neck. “Jeongin, look at this. It’s so… obvious!”

“Yeah,” he said, biting back a smile. “I know.”

You gave him a look. “You’re not even pretending to be sorry.”

“Hey, hyung is not going to judge you. He has probably seen way more embarrassing stuff than this."

"But—"

“I’m serious,” I.N continued. “He might tease me for it, but he knows we’re together. He won’t say anything mean, I promise.”

You took a deep breath, slowly relaxing. "Alright, alright, I guess you're right." You gave him a small smile. 

"Now, let’s go. I’m starving and I’m sure Chan’s too busy to care about something like this."

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[ivyues]

1 Month, 1.000 Jokes - Seungmin

To Seungmin, you being slightly older was never a big deal.

Seungmin sat on the couch, his phone in hand as he scrolled through an online store. Around him, the other members of Stray Kids lounged lazily, some playing games, others chatting about their latest schedules.

He had been thinking about your upcoming birthday for weeks now, running through ideas in his head, but he wanted a second opinion.

“Hey, what do you guys think about this necklace?" he asked, tilting his phone towards Changbin and Felix.

Felix leaned in, inspecting the delicate pendant. "Looks nice. Who’s it for?"

"Y/N."

A few heads turned at that, and suddenly, Seungmin had the full attention of his members.

"Ooooh, a gift for your girlfriend," Hyunjin teased, grinning. "Why? Is it your anniversary or something?"

"No, her birthday is coming up in a few weeks," Seungmin replied absentmindedly, still browsing different styles.

There was a brief silence before Changbin’s head snapped up. "Wait… your own birthday isn’t until next month."

"Yeah, so?" Seungmin frowned, confused.

I.N let out a dramatic gasp. "That means she’s older than you!"

Seungmin blinked. "By a month."

A beat of silence.

"So she's older than you?!" Han suddenly exclaimed, eyes widening in pure amusement. "You're dating an older woman?!"

Seungmin rolled his eyes as the dorm erupted into laughter. "Han, she's literally one month older."

"Still counts!" Chan chimed in, his dimples showing as he laughed. "Our little Seungminnie is dating a noona. So mature of you, mate."

Seungmin rolled his eyes. "You're all acting like she's ten years older than me. It’s literally just a month."

Chan was still chuckling when Seungmin turned to him with a smirk. "And if she’s so much older than me, then what does that make you? Ancient?"

The room exploded into laughter again, with Chan dramatically clutching his chest as if he had been personally attacked.

“Oi, leave Chan out of this,” Hyunjin wheezed, wiping away a tear. “He’s already struggling with his back pain these days.”

Chan huffed. “I do not have back pain—”

“Bro, you literally complained about it this morning,” Han pointed out, grinning.

Changbin smirked, crossing his arms. "But, Seungmin, an older woman? Didn’t think you had that in you."

Seungmin squinted at him. "What is that supposed to mean?”

Instead of answering, Changbin just chuckled, nudging him with his elbow.

Seungmin sighed, shaking his head. He had expected a simple yes or no about the necklace, not an entire joking spree about the age difference between him and his girlfriend.

“Alright, alright, can we focus?” he huffed, waving his phone in the air. “I’m trying to pick a gift here, not debate a non-existing age gap.”

Felix leaned in, finally taking a proper look at the screen. “Fine, fine. But go for silver, it suits her better.”

Seungmin hummed, nodding. Finally, some real input.

---

A few days later, you arrived at the dorm to pick Seungmin up for your date. As soon as he opened the door, it began.

"Oh? Look who's here," Han called over his shoulder. "Seungmin, your noona is here to take you on a date!"

Felix leaned against the kitchen doorframe, grinning. "Did you at least say please when you asked her to come get you?"

Seungmin rolled his eyes as he pulled on his jacket. "First of all, she offered. Second of all, it's just convenient. Would you rather have me make her wait while I try to figure out a bus schedule?"

The members snickered, clearly enjoying how defensive he was getting. Hyunjin smirked. "Just admit it, Seungmin. You’re spoiled."

"Yeah, yeah," Seungmin muttered, stepping out and shutting the door behind him before they could throw any more comments his way.

When Seungmin stepped outside, the teasing still echoed from behind the door.

You let out a small, slightly awkward laugh, shaking your head as you started walking together. The members had always been like this – playful, relentless – but tonight, for some reason, their words lingered a little longer than usual.

Seungmin took your hand in his, his grip warm and familiar. You weren’t really insecure about the age gap – at least, not in a way that made you doubt your relationship – but you had always been aware of it. Ever since you started dating, it had just… been there, in the back of your mind that you are older after all.

Seungmin must have noticed your silence because he glanced at you. "Do you want me to tell them to stop?" he asked sincerely. "I will if it bothers you."

You hesitated for a second before shaking your head. "You don’t have to. I know they don't mean any harm by it."

Seungmin studied you for a moment, his gaze gentle. Then, with a small smirk, he leaned in and murmured, "Next time they bring it up, I’ll remind them that I at least have a girlfriend."

That made you laugh, the uneasiness fading just a little. "That should shut them up."

"Exactly," Seungmin grinned. Then, his expression softened. "But seriously, if it ever really bothers you, just tell me, okay? You being older than me doesn’t matter – it never has."

You looked at him, warmth flooding your chest at how easily he said it. "I know," you said, though your voice was quieter this time. "It’s just... I guess sometimes I worry it’ll always be a thing people joke about."

Seungmin’s grip on your hand tightened slightly, reassuring. "Let them joke," he said firmly. "I don’t care. And you shouldn’t either."

After a short silence, he smirked. "Now let’s go before they start yelling more nonsense through the door."

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Someday - Bang Chan

Under the Australian sunset, Bang Chan stands in front of his first and current love, one he wants forever.

The sea stretched endlessly before you, waves rolling in a steady rhythm as the salty breeze carried the crisp scent of the ocean. The sky was painted in various hues of orange and pink, a breathtaking view that you desperately wanted to capture.

You adjusted your camera, took a shot, frowned, and adjusted again. The light shifted too quickly. The waves weren’t hitting the shore quite right. You wanted the shot, the one that truly captured how breathtaking this moment was.

Chris stood a few meters away, watching you with a soft smile. He had initially thought you would take a quick snap and be done with it, but here you were, still completely immersed in your craft, completely unaware of the way you fit so effortlessly into the scenery.

He didn’t mind waiting.

If anything, watching you like this – lost in your own world, bathed in the soft glow of the sunset – was enough to make his heart ache in the best way possible.

His eyes traced over your silhouette, the way the golden light kissed your skin, how your hair caught the evening breeze. He had always loved the sea; it was his first love, his childhood. But seeing you here, blending so naturally into a place that meant everything to him, made something settle deep inside him.

A conversation from earlier replayed in his mind.

"She’s good for you, Christopher," his mother had said, her voice warm yet certain. "You bring each other home in ways I don’t think you even realize yet."

He had chuckled then, brushing off the way her words settled deep in his chest, but she hadn’t stopped there.

"Some moments in life… they just tell you when something is right. When it’s time." She had smiled knowingly, eyes twinkling with something unspoken.

At the time, he hadn’t thought much of it. But now, standing here, watching you passionately take a picture of something that had been part of his soul since childhood, he understood.

Because right now, his heart was telling him something loud and clear – when the time came, when he asked you to be with him forever, he wanted it to be a moment like this, right here. Just the two of you, the sea, the sunset, and a love so certain it didn’t need grand gestures to prove itself.

He exhaled softly, shaking his head at the way his heart started to beat a little faster.

You turned then, catching him staring, and grinned. “What’s with you?” you teased, tilting your head.

Chris let out a chuckle, stepping closer. “Can’t I admire my beautiful girlfriend?”

But before you could answer, a mischievous glint sparked in your eyes. You raised your camera again, aiming it straight at his face. “Hold still,” you said playfully, zooming in dramatically and taking a few shots.

He groaned, but he couldn't surpress the grin on his lips. “Oh no, not the close-ups,” he muttered before lunging forward, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle hug to stop you.

You laughed, your camera lowering as you melted into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him. The warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart. He held you close, his chin resting lightly on the top of your head as he pressed a soft kiss against your hair.

After a beat of silence, you murmured, "Okay, but seriously… what’s up?"

Chris smiled, tightening his hold on you for just a second. "Nothing," he mumbled, though his heart screamed otherwise.

Because if he opened his mouth now, he might just end up telling you exactly what he was thinking – that he loved you more than words, that you fit so seamlessly into his world, and that one day, he was going to ask you to stay in it forever, right here.

Well he could do that now, technically. He definitely wanted to... But not today.

Someday he will, definetly.

Before the moment could get too sentimental, a mischievous grin tugged at his lips. Without warning, he bent down and effortlessly threw you over his shoulder.

"Chris!" you squealed, laughing as you lightly smacked his back. "What are you doing?! I wasn't done!"

He chuckled, spinning you around slightly before carrying you farther away from shoreline. "You were taking too long. My parents were gonna file a missing report if I didn’t do something!"

"Put me down, you’re ridiculous!" You laughed, kicking your feet playfully as he held you securely.

He grinned, his heart full as he listened to your laughter mix with the sound of the waves. Yeah. Someday, he was going to make you his forever.

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Paws off my Human! - Seungmin

Meeting your dog was more difficult than Seungmin thought.

After weeks of talking about it, you were finally introducing Seungmin to your dog, Mochi. You had hyped this moment up so much in your head – imagining a sweet, heartwarming encounter where your two favorite beings in the world would instantly click. But there was one problem.

Dogs just… weren’t that into Seungmin.

It wasn’t like they disliked him, but they never seemed to gravitate towards him the way they did with most people. While his friends had dogs practically falling over themselves to get their attention, Seungmin would always get a passive glance before they trotted off somewhere else. It was an ongoing joke, and one Seungmin had accepted with an exaggerated sigh.

Still, you had hope. Mochi was your dog, and maybe that would make a difference.

“Okay, Mochi,” you said, crouching down to your fluffy companion. “This is Seungmin. Be nice.”

Seungmin knelt beside you, his usual confident expression softening into something almost shy. “Hey there, Mochi,” he said, stretching out a hand cautiously.

Mochi sniffed Seungmin’s fingers for a second, and for a brief, shining moment, you thought that maybe – just maybe – this would be the exception. That Mochi would sense how much Seungmin meant to you and would accept him right away.

Instead, Mochi simply blinked, turned his head, and promptly walked away.

You tried to suppress a laugh as Seungmin stared after him, blinking in disbelief. “Are you serious?” he muttered. “I didn’t even do anything!”

You patted his shoulder sympathetically. “He’s just playing hard to get.”

“I didn’t even want his attention that much,” Seungmin huffed, crossing his arms. “It’s not like I care or anything.”

You raised a brow. “Uh-huh. That’s why you’re pouting?”

“I am not pouting,” he grumbled, but the way he glanced at Mochi – who had now plopped down on his favorite blanket, facing the other way – told a different story.

Defeated, Seungmin sighed. “I don’t understand. I’m practically a dog myself.”

Feeling a bit bad for your boyfriend, you decided to step in. “Mochi loves treats,” you suggested. “Want to try giving him one?”

Seungmin exhaled, then nodded. “Alright, fine. I’ll win him over.”

You handed him a treat, and he carefully approached Mochi again. “Okay, listen, little guy,” he said, holding out the snack. “I know we got off to a rough start, but let’s be friends, yeah?”

Mochi eyed the treat, then Seungmin. After a long pause, he finally took it from his hand, chewing happily. Your heart warmed at the sight of Seungmin’s expression – like he had just won a hard-fought battle.

“See?” you grinned. “He just needed a little bribery.”

Seungmin scoffed. “I don’t bribe, I negotiate.”

You laughed, watching as Mochi, after finishing his treat, hesitantly nudged Seungmin’s knee before settling back down. It wasn’t instant love, but it was progress.

Seungmin smirked, clearly pleased. “Told you I’d win him over.”

You rolled your eyes fondly and leaned against his shoulder. “Sure, puppy boy.”

He groaned at the nickname, but you caught the small smile tugging at his lips. Maybe Mochi wasn’t the only one playing hard to get.

Feeling content, you turned your head slightly towards Seungmin, the warmth of the moment making you want to steal a quick kiss. Just as you moved in, Mochi suddenly barked – loud and sharp.

Startled, you pulled back, wide-eyed. Seungmin let out an amused scoff, glancing at the unimpressed fluffball.

“Wow,” he muttered, crossing his arms. “Not only do I have to win you over, but now I have to get permission to be affectionate with her?”

You patted his head, suppressing a giggle. “Maybe he sees you as a rival.”

Seungmin shook his head, shooting a wary look at Mochi. “Fine. But for the record, I’m not scared of you,” he told the dog.

Mochi responded by yawning dramatically before turning away again.

You smiled, squeezing Seungmin’s hand. “Looks like you’ve still got some work to do.”

Seungmin groaned. “I can’t believe I have to compete with a dog.”

---

Weeks later, after many failed attempts on Seungmin’s part to win Mochi over, you decided that a walk together might help with their bonding. The crisp spring air was refreshing as the three of you strolled through the park, but the sun weakly peeked through the flowering trees.

Mochi trotted happily by your side, tail wagging with every step, while Seungmin walked a little further from him, hands in his pockets, feigning indifference.

“You know,” you teased, glancing at your boyfriend, “you don’t have to act so cool about it. It’s okay to admit you want Mochi to like you.”

Seungmin scoffed, shaking his head. “I really don’t care that much.”

You hummed, clearly unconvinced. “Right.”

After a bit more walking, you decided to give Seungmin the leash. “Here, try holding it,” you offered, placing the leash in his hands.

Seungmin hesitated but took it, looking down at Mochi expectantly. “Alright, come on, let’s go.”

Mochi, however, didn’t budge.

Seungmin frowned and gave the leash a gentle tug. “Mochi?”

Mochi simply turned his head to the side, stubbornly planting his paws into the ground.

Seungmin groans. “What am I supposed to do? Drag him?”

You shake your head. “Try convincing him.”

Seungmin kneels down beside Mochi. “Okay, listen. I know we didn’t start off great, but I have treats, and I will literally carry you home if I have to. Your choice.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing as Seungmin let out an exasperated sigh as Mochi still didn’t move. “Is your dog broken?”

“He just doesn’t respect you yet,” you said, grinning. “Give it a second.”

Seungmin rolled his eyes. “Or maybe he’s just bad-mannered.”

At that, you crouched slightly and clapped your hands. “Come on, Mochi, go with Seungmin.”

Mochi perked up at your voice, then, without warning, bolted forward – leash in Seungmin’s hand.

“Whoa—hey!” Seungmin yelped as he was yanked forward, stumbling slightly as he struggled to keep up with the determined fluffball. You burst into laughter, watching as your dog enthusiastically led a very reluctant Seungmin down the path.

You jogged to catch up, laughing breathlessly at the sight of your usually composed boyfriend being dragged along by a fluffy ball of energy. "I think he likes you now!"

Seungmin shot you a glare over his shoulder, though the corners of his lips twitched in amusement. "Yeah? Then why is he trying to kill me?"

---

You returned one afternoon to your appartment, running late. You knew your boyfriend would already be there so you expected to find him grumbling about Mochi’s latest act of indifference or Mochi keeping his usual distance. Instead, you were met with an entirely different sight.

Seungmin was fast asleep on your couch.

His long legs were stretched out, one arm resting behind his head, the other draped lazily over his stomach. His chest rose and fell steadily, his usually sharp features softened in slumber. The peaceful expression on his face made your heart flutter – he looked so unguarded like this, completely at ease in your space.

But what really caught your attention was Mochi.

Curled up at Seungmin’s feet, your fluffy companion had tucked himself against your boyfriend’s legs, his small body rising and falling in sync with Seungmin’s breath. The sight was almost comical – after all the times Mochi had rejected Seungmin’s affection, he had unknowingly sought comfort in him now.

You clapped a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh. Of course, the one time Mochi willingly snuggled up to Seungmin, he had no idea it was happening.

Careful not to wake them, you tiptoed closer, pulling out your phone. There was no way you weren’t capturing this moment. With the softest tap of your finger, you snapped a picture – one that you were sure to tease Seungmin with later.

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Cold Hands, Warm Hearts: Stray Kids’ reactions to their S/O always having cold hands

warm hands equivalent

Bang Chan

The soft hum of music played in the background as you sat back on your boyfriend’s bed, scrolling absentmindedly on your phone while he worked on his laptop beside you.

Chris reached out absentmindedly, his fingers brushing against the back of your hand. His hand paused. Then, he touched your hand again, this time with more intent.

His brows furrowed as he turned to look at you. “Are you cold? Do you want me to turn the AC down? Or do you need a hoodie?” He was already shifting like he was about to get up and grab something for you.

You felt your face get warm. “Chris, stopstop, it’s fine—” you stammered, covering your face with your sleeves. “I’m not even that cold.”

A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned back, watching you with amusement. “You sure?”

“I’m sure!” You peeked at him through your fingers, only to see the teasing glint in his eyes. “My hands are just always cold.”

He reached out again, this time taking your hand properly and wrapping his fingers around it. His grip was warm, steady, and familiar. “Well, even if you won’t take a hoodie, at least let me warm your hands for a bit.”

Your heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t even doing much – just holding your hand – but the way his thumb gently rubbed against your skin made it feel so much more intimate. You wanted to melt.

Trying to ignore the way your stomach flipped, you huffed. “You’re so annoying.”

Chan only grinned, his dimples appearing. “Yeah, yeah. But you love me.”

And, well… he wasn’t wrong.

Lee Know

“Tch.” Lee Know shook his head as he noticed you rubbing your hands together for warmth. But before you could defend yourself, he grabbed one of your hands, his warm fingers wrapping firmly around yours. Without a word, he shoved both of your hands into the pocket of his coat.

Surprised, you glanced up at him, but he was already looking ahead, a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks. “I swear, you’re a hassle,” he muttered, tugging you along with him as we walked.

“You’re the one who grabbed my hand,” you teased, enjoying the warmth that spread from where our hands were joined.

Lee Know scoffed, squeezing your fingers lightly. “Yeah, well, I don’t want to hear you complaining about having cold hands again.”

With that, he picked up the pace, his steps quicker than before. You stumbled slightly, trying to match his speed as he dragged you along.

“Minho, why are you walking so fast?!” you gasped, struggling to keep up.

“You were walking too slow before,” he said simply, glancing at me with a smirk. “And you're warming up this way.”

“I swear, you just like making me suffer,” you muttered under your breath as you tried to match his strides.

Lee Know let out an amused chuckle but didn’t slow down. If anything, he tugged you closer, ensuring that even as he sped up, our hands stayed firmly together in his pocket. The warmth of his hand, the way he stubbornly held onto me despite his teasing, made my heart race a bit faster.

Lee Know turned his head slightly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Nah,” he said, squeezing my fingers again, “I just like keeping you close.”

Changbin

“Binnie~” you cooed, snuggling closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

He chuckled at your tone, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you even closer. “What is it, baby?” he asked, amused.

“I just love you so much,” you said sweetly, peppering his cheek with soft kisses. Your fingers traced small his arm as you sighed dreamily. “You’re the best boyfriend ever.”

Changbin’s heart melted at your sudden burst of affection. He adored how cuddly and cute you could be, and he wouldn’t trade these moments for anything. “Aww, what’s gotten into you?” he teased, though he was clearly enjoying the attention.

“I just wanna love you,” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his torso. You nuzzled into his neck, your lips brushing against his skin as you whispered, “You’re so warm.”

And he was. That was the whole point. Because, unbeknownst to him, your hands were freezing.

You slowly slid your hands under his shirt, pressing your icy fingers against his warm back.

“AH—!” Changbin jolted, his entire body tensing as he let out a strangled yelp. “Y/N, what the—?!”

You burst into laughter, holding onto him as he squirmed. “I was cold!” you confessed between giggles. “And you’re so warm, Binnie~”

He whipped his head around to glare at you, but his pout only made you laugh harder. “Wah.. All that cuteness—just to attack me with your freezing hands?”

You pouted, batting your eyelashes innocently. “But I love you…”

Changbin groaned, but his ears were red, and you knew he secretly enjoyed your antics. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to warm you up without you sticking your hands up his shirt.

Hyunjin

The moment you stepped back into the room after washing your hands, you found Hyunjin sprawled across the couch, his limbs taking up the space. The soft glow of the room made his features look even more delicate. But the pout on his lips told you something’s up.

“Love,” he whined, stretching his arms. “Come here.”

You raised an eyebrow, walking closer. “What’s wrong?”

He let out a dramatic sigh and shifted to sit up, looking at you with those warm brown eyes that never fail to make your heart race. “My face feels puffy,” he mumbled. “And your hands are always cold. Can you put them on my face?”

A soft giggle escaped your lips as you shook your head at him, but your heart melted at the request. “You just want an excuse to be pampered, don’t you?”

Hyunjin grined but doesn’t deny it. Instead, he pat his cheeks with a finger. “Please?”

Rolling your eyes playfully, you stepped closer and placed your hands on either side of his face. The instant your cold fingers made contact with his warm skin, he shuddered dramatically, letting out a satisfied sigh.

“Ohhh, that’s nice,” he murmured, leaning into your touch. His lashes fluttered shut, and for a moment, he looked completely at peace.

You couldn't help but smile, your thumbs gently brushing against his soft skin. “You’re so dramatic.”

Hyunjin cracked one eye open, smirking. “And yet, you love me for it.”

You laughed, but he’s not wrong. Leaning down, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, and his arms immediately wrapped around your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

“Now you’re stuck,” he humed. “Gotta stay and keep my face cool.”

Han

Han had invited you out for a late-night stroll after practice, claiming he needed fresh air – and an excuse to see you, as he later admitted with a sheepish grin.

Walking beside him, you glanced at him curiously as he wordlessly pushed his sleeve down over his hand, wrapping it in the fabric until only his fingertips peeked out. Then, in an exaggeratedly careful manner, he reached his bundled-up hand out towards you.

You blinked. “What… are you doing?”

He didn’t meet your eyes, feigning nonchalance. “What do you mean? I’m just, y’know… offering my hand like a normal boyfriend.”

You stifled a giggle, eyes flickering to his sleeve-covered fingers. “Are you scared of my hands?”

“I am not scared,” he insisted immediately, though the slight pout on his lips told another story. “I’m just… preparing myself! Last time felt like grabbing an ice cube straight from the freezer. I have to take necessary precautions.”

Shaking your head fondly, you took his offered hand, feeling the warmth of his palm even through the fabric. Han let out a small, satisfied hum, as if proud of his clever solution. After a few moments of walking in silence, he finally glanced at you from the corner of his eye.

“Not bad, right?” he murmured.

You squeezed his hand lightly, your cold fingers pressing against the soft material of his sleeve. “Not bad at all.”

Han grinned. “Good. Because I plan to keep holding your hand all night – and without dying.”

Felix

Felix had always been an affectionate person. But every time he tried to lace his fingers with yours, you always found a way to avoid it – adjusting your bag, fixing your sleeve, pretending to check your phone. At first, he thought it was a coincidence, but after months, he knew better.

And so, one evening, he decided to ask you.

"Baby… Can I ask you something?" His voice was soft, uncertain.

You turned to him, slightly caught off guard by his serious tone. "Of course."

"Why don’t you ever hold my hand?" He looked down, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. "I’ve tried so many times, but you always dodge it." His eyes flickered up to meet yours, warm and a little nervous. "If you don’t like it, you don’t have to, I promise. I just… wanted to know why."

Your stomach twisted with embarrassment. You hadn’t meant to make him feel rejected – it was the last thing you wanted.

"It’s not that I don’t want to," you admitted. "It’s just… my hands are always cold."

Felix blinked. "Cold?"

You nodded, rubbing your palms together. "Like, ridiculously cold. Ice cube levels. I just figured… it wouldn’t be pleasant for you." You hesitated before adding.

For a moment, Felix just stared at you, his expression unreadable. Then, without warning, he reached for your hand.

"Felix—"

He took it in both of his, his warmth instantly wrapping around your fingers. He squeezed lightly, as if to reassure you.

"You weren’t making me uncomfortable," he said firmly. "I just want to hold your hand because it’s yours. I don’t care if it’s cold."

Seungmin

Seungmin lounged comfortably on the couch with you, his phone in one hand and a lazy smile tugging at his lips. Setting his phone down, he reached into his hoodie pocket.

“Ah, here,” he said simply, tossing something at you.

You barely managed to catch it, blinking down at the small, round object in your hands. It was a hand warmer, soft to the touch, with a cute puppy face printed on it. 

“Where did you—?”

“Just take it,” he interrupted, leaning his head back against the couch. “I swear, every time we go out, you’re always complaining about how cold your hands are. This way, I won’t have to hear it anymore.”

Despite his teasing tone, there was something undeniably fond in his expression, in the way he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, as if checking to see if you liked it.

Your heart did an embarrassing little flip. You turned the hand warmer over in your palm, unable to stop the small smile forming on your lips. “It’s a puppy,” you pointed out, amused.

“Yeah, well, you like cute things,” Seungmin shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “And you’re basically useless when your hands are cold, so it’s a win-win.”

You scoffed, tossing a cushion at him, which he dodged effortlessly. “You could’ve just admitted that you’re being nice to me.”

“Don’t get used to it.” But his voice was light, and the corners of his mouth twitched as if he was holding back a real smile. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Then, with a teasing glint in his eye, he added, “But don’t you dare forget it the next time we go out.”

I.N

It was freezing outside, and despite being bundled up, the cold still seeped through your fingers. Your boyfriend was sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table, scrolling through his phone, completely unaware of the mischievous plan forming in your mind.

A smirk crept onto your lips as you slowly inched closer. You knew he hated the cold, and his reactions were always priceless. Silently, you slipped behind him and pressed your freezing fingers against the warm skin of his neck.

“AHH!” I.N practically yelped, his whole body jerking as he scrambled forward. He whipped around with wide eyes, hand clapping over his neck as he stared at you in betrayal. “Yah! Why would you do that?!”

You burst into laughter, clutching your stomach. His pout deepened, and he crossed his arms. “That was so mean,” he whined.

Still giggling, you reached out, but he flinched away dramatically. “No! I don’t trust you anymore,” he huffed, scooting further from you.

“Aww, come on,” you teased. But before you could get any closer, I.N lunged at you, pinning you down as his fingers found your sides.

“No—AH! Stop!” you squealed, writhing under his relentless tickles. You kicked your legs, trying to escape, but he showed no mercy.

“If you get to mess with me, then I get to mess with you,” he laughed as you gasped for breath.

“Okay! Okay! I won’t do it again!” you cried between giggles, tears forming in your eyes.

I.N finally stopped, letting you catch your breath. He sat back with a triumphant smile

You glared at him playfully, rubbing your sides. “This isn’t over,” you muttered under your breath, already plotting your next move.

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Somehow tumblr is not allowing me to drop any comment but I just want to say that "Just One More - Han Jisung" IS SO GOOD AND CUTE OH MYY!!!!! You even added a HELLA CUTE picture of him and I guess that is how he tilts his head in the story????

ANYWAYY, all elements of that fic is PERFECTTTT. You are really a good writer!

🧠

thank you sweetie <3

yeah, i saw the picture and was like 'this is perfect' XD

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Just One More - Han Jisung

Goodbyes always take a little longer thanks to your lovely boyfriend.

You were already running late. Your phone vibrated with another notification, no doubt a reminder that if you didn’t leave now, you’d never make it on time. But your boyfriend had a way of making time feel irrelevant.

"Okay, I really have to go now," you said, tilting your head up towards him.

Han pouted slightly, his warm brown eyes flickering with mischief. "Already?"

"Yes, already," you teased, leaning in to press a quick goodbye kiss to his lips. It was supposed to be short, a fleeting touch, but even in that brief moment, his lips curled into a smile against yours.

As you pulled back, he caught your wrist. "One more."

You rolled your eyes but indulged him, kissing him again.

He hummed, clearly pleased. "Mmm. Another."

"Hannie—"

"Just one more," he said, his voice laced with playful innocence.

You sighed in faux exasperation but leaned in once again, letting your lips linger just a second longer this time.

As soon as you pulled away, he tilted his head, eyes twinkling. "Okay, I lied. One more."

A laugh bubbled out of you. "Han—"

"Y/N—" he mimicked your tone, his fingers slipping around your waist. "You’re really gonna leave me like this? Cold? Lonely?"

You playfully shoved his arm. "You're literally going to the studio to be surrounded by your members in, like, ten minutes."

"Yeah, but they don’t give me kisses like you do," he murmured, his voice softer now. His thumb brushed against your jawline, his expression turning just a little more serious. "One last one. Promise."

You sighed, but it was a losing battle, and you both knew it. "Last one," you warned.

He grinned victorious and as you kissed him this time, he held onto you just a little tighter, just a little longer – just enough to make you wish you really didn’t have to go.

When you finally pulled away, his lips still ghosting over yours, he whispered, "I love you."

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "I love you too."

"Even if you're making me run late, again," you added.

Han gasped. "Hey! I’m just loving you!"

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t hide your smile as you stepped away. Just as you turned towards the door, you heard him call out with that same teasing tone—

"Okay, but would one more really hurt so much?"

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Sibling Bonds: Stray Kids x Member's sister Scenarios

Bang Chan (Seungmin’s sister)

Chris plopped down beside Seungmin on the practice room floor, immediately draping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him into a side hug. He rested his chin on Seungmin’s shoulder, swaying them side to side like an over-affectionate puppy.

Seungmin sighed, unimpressed. “What do you want?”

Chris pouted. “Can’t I just love my favorite dongsaeng?”

Seungmin deadpanned. “Hyung, if you think this is gonna make me buy you food, it’s not working.”

Chris grinned but didn’t deny it. “Okay, fine. I need to talk to you.”

Seungmin hummed in response, still scrolling. “We are talking.”

Chris huffed, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s about… Y/N.”

That got Seungmin’s attention. He glanced up, one brow raised before giving Chris an irritated look. “Hyung, don’t think I haven’t seen the two of you throwing heart eyes at each other. It’s honestly disgusting.”

Chris groaned, already regretting this. “I just— I like her. But I don’t want you to think I’m overstepping. Like, I’m older, I’m your leader, and I don’t want it to seem like I can just… take what I want.”

Seungmin blinked before letting out an amused chuckle. “Hyung, she’s an adult. She can make her own choices. I don’t have any say in who she dates.”

“I know, but—”

“And I can’t really do anything if she’s into old men.”

Chris’ jaw dropped. “What—?!”

Seungmin shrugged nonchalantly. “I mean, you are basically a grandfather. Maybe she likes the ‘experienced’ type.”

Chris groaned, burying his face in his hands as Seungmin laughed. “You’re insufferable.”

Seungmin grinned. “Look, if she likes you and you like her, then just go for it. But don’t come crying to me when she realizes she doesn’t want to date a grandpa.”

Chris scowled. “I love you too, Seungmin.”

Seungmin smirked, unlocking his phone again. “You’re welcome.”

Lee Know (I.N’s sister)

The engine purred as Lee Know shifted gears, rolling smoothly out of the driveway. The sun was bright, the morning air crisp, and a whole day of plans stretched ahead of him and I.N. It wasn’t often that they had time to hang out as just the two of them, so today was supposed to be chill.

I.N, sitting in the passenger seat, tapped away at his phone, only glancing up occasionally at the road ahead. That is, until something caught his attention.

In the corner of the passenger seat, nestled between the seat and the door, was a very familiar-looking scrunchie.

His brows furrowed before he reached out and plucked it up between two fingers like it was evidence in a crime scene. “Uh, hyung,” Jeongin said, his tone shifting. “Why is my sister’s scrunchie here?”

Lee Know didn’t even flinch. “Because she apparently left it,” he said, voice casual as ever, eyes still on the road. He wasn’t about to act guilty over something as harmless as a scrunchie.

I.N narrowed his eyes. “When?”

“Last time I drove,” Lee Know answered smoothly. Not a lie.

I.N leaned back, arms crossed. “So, how often is she in your car, exactly?”

Lee Know’s lips twitched slightly. “We’ve been dating for a while now. I thought you were cool with it.”

I.N scoffed. “I am. But as her brother, I have to make sure you’re treating her right.”

Lee Know finally turned his head slightly, giving I.N an unimpressed look. “You do realize I’m older than you, right?”

I.N didn’t back down, only tilting his chin up. “And? That just means I have to watch you even more.”

Lee Know rolled his eyes, refocusing on the road, but his fingers subtly flexed on the steering wheel. He wasn’t worried about I.N’s protective streak – if anything, it was amusing.

Casually, he flicked his gaze up to the rearview mirror. And that’s when he saw it.

In the footwell of the backseat behind I.N, barely visible but there nonetheless, was a top. Your top. His fingers tightened just slightly on the wheel as he swallowed, keeping his expression carefully neutral.

The last time he had driven with you… well, let’s just say things had gotten a little heated before you had finally gone inside. And apparently, not all of your clothing had made it back with you.

His foot pressed just a tad heavier on the gas pedal. Maybe if they got to their destination fast enough, I.N wouldn’t have any reason to look back.

Changbin (Han’s sister)

Changbin tapped his pen against his notebook, staring at the half-finished lyrics in front of him. The dim glow of the studio lights flickered against the desk, and the faint hum of an unfinished beat filled the space. Across from him, Han lounged back in his chair, spinning lazily.

“I feel like we should go for something love-related,” Changbin murmured, rubbing his temple. “Like... the excitement of a first date or something.”

Han suddenly sat up straight, eyes widening as if a light bulb had just flicked on above his head. His lips curled into a slow, mischievous grin, and he clapped his hands together with excitement.

“Oh! Oh! Wait, I just got the best idea ever!”

Changbin immediately looked suspicious. “Why do I feel like I'm about to regret this?”

Han practically bounced in his seat. “No, listen! My sister!”

Changbin blinked. “What about her?”

“You should take her on a date!" Han exclaimed, looking way too pleased with himself. “It's perfect!”

Changbin nearly dropped his pen. “What? No. Why?”

Han was already on a roll, his brain working a mile a minute. “It makes so much sense! She hasn’t dated in forever, and she’s been totally unmotivated to put herself out there. She just needs a little push.”

“And that push is me?” Changbin asked incredulously.

Han nodded enthusiastically. “Dude, think about it. You're my best friend, you're cool, responsible, buff—”

“Why do you keep mentioning that?”

“Because it's a selling point!" Han waved his hands around dramatically before grinning wider. “And besides—you're hot, and she's hot! It just makes sense!”

Changbin groaned. “Han, that is not how matchmaking works.”

“Sure it is! Attraction is key,” Han shot back. “Look, she deserves someone awesome, and you’re awesome. Plus, it’d be so fun to play matchmaker. Imagine if it works out? You’d be part of the family!”

Changbin hesitated. “What if it's weird?”

“Only if you make it weird,” Han said with a smug grin. Before Changbin could argue, Han was already whipping out his phone. His fingers flew across the screen, his grin growing wider by the second.

“Wait, what are you—”

Han: Hey, sis. You have a date. No, you don’t get a choice. Be ready tomorrow at 5.

Changbin’s jaw dropped. “Did you seriously just—”

Han locked his phone and leaned back with a satisfied sigh. “Too late to back out now. You, my friend, are officially dating my sister.”

Changbin groaned, running a hand down his face. “I think she'd like to have a saying in the matter too.”

“Look, you're already talking like a responsible boyfriend,” Han pointed out, absolutely beaming. “You guys will thank me at your wedding.”

Hyunjin (Bang Chan’s sister)

(A/N: this are 2 seperate scenarios that are not connected / have different vibes!)

Hyunjin and you stood near the door of the dorm, ready to head out for your long-awaited date. The relationship was still in its early days, the kind where every little moment felt both exciting and slightly uncertain as you both navigated the newness of it all.

Hyunjin laced his fingers with yours, flashing you a soft smile as you turned back towards the living area. “We’re heading out now,” you announced. “Bye, guys!”

Goodbyes rang out from the dorm – some genuine, some exaggerated just to be annoying.

Just as you were pulling the door closed behind you, your brother’s voice suddenly boomed through the room:

“Have fun, DON'T FORGET TO USE PROTECTION!”

Your breath hitched, fingers freezing on the doorknob. But before you could even react, the door shut completely.

Hyunjin stood frozen beside you, his eyes wide, mouth slightly open in shock. Meanwhile, your face heated up in embarrassment.

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The familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as you sat across from Chan, absentmindedly stirring your drink. Your brother had practically dragged you out of your apartment, insisting you needed a break from sulking indoors. And honestly? He wasn’t wrong.

“You know,” Chan started, eyeing you over his cup, “I get that you and Hyunjin fought, but locking yourself away isn’t going to fix anything.”

You sighed, staring at the swirling foam in your cup. “I’m not locking myself away,” you muttered.

Chan raised an eyebrow. “You’ve ignored every invite to go out, haven't been responding to messages, and, according to Felix, your social battery is at negative levels.”

You huffed. Felix always had a way of exaggerating.

Chan gave you a knowing look, and you averted your eyes. He didn't push, though. He knew. Of course, he knew. He always knew. Hyunjin was one of his closest friends. And you? You were his little sister. Of course, he noticed how off things had been between you and Hyunjin lately. He didn't bring it up, though, and you were grateful.

Instead, he started talking about something else—his music, the group’s upcoming schedules, something funny Felix had done the other day. You listened, grateful for the distraction, even managing a small smile.

And then Chan’s eyes flickered to your wrist, his words pausing for just a second.

Your bracelet.

You hadn’t even realized you were wearing it until now. It had become almost second nature to have it on—Hyunjin’s gift, the one he had stressed over for weeks, secretly asking Chan for advice on what you'd like best. You had loved it from the moment he gave it to you. It was delicate but strong, simple but elegant, just like the way he saw you.

Chan didn’t say anything right away, but the corners of his lips lifted slightly. “Still wearing it, huh?”

Your fingers automatically traced over the cool metal. “Of course,” you admitted softly.

(A/N: I remembered this scene of a yt image i watched like 5 years ago)

Han (Hyunjin’s sister)

The last thing you expected when Hyunjin invited you to meet some of his group members was to see Han Jisung again.

You had harbored a tiny, innocent crush on him back in their trainee days. Something about his energy, his dorky yet endearing personality, and his talent had always drawn you in. But back then, your brother and Han weren’t exactly close. Their clashing personalities made sure of that.

During that time, you had gone abroad to study, spending years away from your brother and his now-bandmates. 

So, naturally, when Hyunjin casually mentioned that some of his members were coming over to his parent’s house to eat, you didn’t think much of it. You certainly didn’t expect your stomach to twist in nervous excitement when you saw Han standing there in the doorway, looking just as surprised as you felt.

“Oh… uh, hey,” he greeted, his voice an octave higher than normal. His hand went up in a small, awkward wave.

“Hey, Han,” you said with a polite smile, ignoring the slight flutter in your chest.

From that moment on, it was obvious.

You weren’t sure if Hyunjin was oblivious or just ignoring it, but Han’s eyes kept finding you. Every time you laughed at something, his gaze softened. Every time you looked away, you caught him sneaking glances. Every time you spoke, his attention was solely on you.

It was adorable.

You could practically see the wheels turning in his head, trying to think of something to say to you but chickening out at the last second. His usual confidence when performing was nowhere to be found.

“So, uh— you, um, still paint?” he blurted out at one point, catching you off guard.

You blinked. “Yeah, I do.”

“I— I remember Hyunjin used to complain about you taking all his art supplies,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “You were, uh… really good.”

A warm feeling bloomed in your chest. He remembered?

“Thanks,” you said, grinning.

His face turned a little pink, and he quickly shoved a bite of food into his mouth to avoid saying something dumb.

Hyunjin finally seemed to catch on, because he suddenly narrowed his eyes at Han. “What’s wrong with you?”

Han choked. “N-Nothing! Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine. Totally fine.”

Felix (Changbin’s sister)

Soft music played in the background as you and Felix stood side by side in the kitchen, carefully decorating a fresh batch of cupcakes. The warm scent of vanilla and chocolate filled the air, making the cozy space feel even more inviting. Felix hummed along to the song, his hands steady as he piped little swirls of frosting onto each cupcake.

“You’re really good at this,” you commented, watching his concentrated expression.

Felix glanced at you with a small, proud smile. “I’ve had practice. Baking is kinda relaxing, you know?”

You nodded, adding sprinkles to a cupcake he had just finished. “It is. And more fun when I have you as my partner.”

Felix’s ears tinged pink at your words, but he grinned nonetheless. “Of course! We’re the ultimate baking duo.”

Just as he finished decorating the last cupcake, the sound of the front door opening caught your attention. A moment later, Changbin stepped into the kitchen, pausing when he saw the two of you.

Felix, ever the affectionate one, turned to him with a bright smile. “Hyung! You’re home.”

Changbin stopped, taking in the scene – the neat rows of cupcakes, Felix’s gentle smile directed at you, and the way you both naturally moved around each other. His lips twitched as if he was trying to suppress a smile, but it was obvious he found the moment endearing.

“You two really are something else,” he said, shaking his head.

Felix chuckled, holding up a cupcake. “We made these! Want to try one?”

Changbin sighed but stepped forward, picking one up. He took a bite, chewing thoughtfully while you and Felix watched expectantly. After a moment, he nodded. “Not bad.”

Felix pumped his fist in the air. “Success!”

Changbin finally let a small smile slip through. “Alright, alright. Just don’t make the kitchen a disaster zone.”

You and Felix exchanged glances before turning back to Changbin with innocent looks. “Of course not,” Felix said sweetly.

Seungmin (Lee Know’s sister)

(A/N: I also wrote this -> X)

The afternoon sun reflected off the rippling pool water as you sat on the edge, lazily kicking your feet in the cool blue. The guys were spending some of their free time in a rented house and you visited them for the day. What they didn’t know is that the house had a pool. Therefore, you were perfectly content staying dry.

Seungmin, however, had other plans.

He waded towards the edge where you sat, tilting his head with a smirk. “Enjoying yourself?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. But before you could react, his hands were on your back, and before you could protest—

Splash!

Cold water rushed around you as you resurfaced with a gasp, pushing your soaked hair out of your face while your wet t-shirt stuck to your body.

“Seungmin!” you shrieked, glaring at him.

He was standing at the edge now, arms crossed, grinning triumphantly. “That was satisfying,” he mused. “You should’ve seen your face.”

“Oh, I’ll show you a face—” you started swimming towards him, ready for revenge.

But before you could reach him, Seungmin felt a solid push against his bag.

He barely had time to register what was happening before he was tumbling forward.

Another Splash!

For a moment, everything was silent – until Seungmin resurfaced, coughing slightly, his eyes widening when he saw Lee Know still standing at the edge.

He hadn’t said a word. He hadn’t even moved after pushing him.

“…I think I’m gonna stay here for a while,” he muttered to himself, slowly walking to the middle of the pool—just to be safe.

Because, well… Lee Know couldn’t swim. And that meant as long as Seungmin stayed in the water, he had at least one layer of protection.

From the edge of the pool, Lee Know’s stare didn’t waver.

Seungmin gulped. Yeah. Definitely staying in here for a while.

I.N (Felix’s sister)

“You know, I love you guys and all, but I feel like I’ve been abandoned,” Felix said dramatically, flopping onto the couch in the dorm’s common area. “Ever since you two started dating, it’s like I don’t have a sister anymore. My poor heart.”

You rolled your eyes, but a pang of guilt hit you. Ever since you and I.N had started dating, you hadn't spent as much time with your brother as you used to. Of course, he was joking – his tone made that clear – but there was truth in his words. And Felix, for all his mischief, had always been one of the people closest to you.

“Fine,” you sighed, crossing your arms. “How about a day out? You, me, and I.Nnie.”

“Oh?" I.N perked up from where he was sitting beside you. “That actually sounds fun.”

Felix gasped, delighted, and clapped his hands together. “A date with my two favorite people? Say less!”

That was how the three of you ended up spending the day together. Surprisingly, it wasn’t awkward at all. You had worried Felix would feel like a third wheel, or that the dynamic would feel forced, but instead, it just felt right. The three of you effortlessly fell into an easy rhythm – eating street food, teasing each other, dragging Felix away from every bakery he tried to enter, and even stopping by a claw machine.

But the highlight of the day? The photo booth.

“We have to!” Felix insisted, already pulling you and I.N inside. “For memories.”

You all squeezed into the small space, laughing as you tried to fit into the frame. The first photo was a normal one, just the three of you smiling. The second? Felix did a peace sign while I.N grinned, and you attempted a cute pose. By the third, chaos had ensued – Felix making a goofy face, I.N pretending to push him away, and you caught in the middle, laughing uncontrollably.

When the strip of photos printed out, you couldn’t stop smiling. It was perfect.

Later that night, while lying in bed, you stared at your phone screen, now set with the photo from the booth. A warm feeling spread through your chest. Felix wasn’t losing you, and you weren’t losing him. If anything, you were just gaining more memories together – ones that included I.N as well.

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Mornings with You (and low Ceilings) - Han Jisung

Your boyfriend and the ceilings of your studio appartement don't quite get along.

The morning light filtered through the big window of your cozy loft apartment, painting golden hues across the blankets tangled around Han and you. His arms were lazily draped over your waist, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, soft breaths tickling your skin. Everything felt warm and slow, the kind of morning where time didn’t seem to matter.

Han let out a content hum, shifting slightly before groaning, “...don’t wanna get up”

You giggled, threading your fingers through his messy hair. “Then don’t.”

“But I need food.”

“You always need food.”

“Valid.” He sighed dramatically, then tightened his hold on you, pressing his face further into your neck. “Five more minutes.”

“You said that ten minutes ago.”

“I lied. Five more.”

Smiling, you ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the way he relaxed completely against you. His breathing slowed, and he placed a lazy kiss on your shoulder before sighing contently. “I like mornings like this,” he murmured.

“Me too.”

For a moment, it was nothing but warmth and tangled limbs, the two of you wrapped up in each other as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.

Then, with a deep inhale, Jisung finally stretched. “Okay, okay. I’m getting up.”

The problem? He forgot about the low ceiling of your loft bedroom.

Thud.

A loud, painful sound echoed through the tiny space.

“Ah—!” Han yelped, immediately clutching the top of his head as he flopped back onto the mattress. His features scrunched up in pain, brows furrowed and lips forming the cutest pout. “Owww…”

Your eyes widened in concern. “Oh my God, baby! Are you okay?”

“Noo,” he whined. “I think I saw my ancestors just now.”

Trying not to laugh, you quickly scrambled down the stairs and rushed to your freezer, grabbing an ice pack before making your way back up in record time.

“Here, let me see,” you said gently, prying his hand away from his head. Despite not seeing a bump, you pressed the ice pack against the top of his head anyway.

Han immediately flinched. “Ahh—that’s so cold!” He squirmed, trying to move away from the ice, but you held it firmly in place.

“Han, you have to keep it on! There can't be any physical harm to my idol boyfriend, not on my watch.”

He groaned dramatically, pouting even more. “But it’s so cold.”

“You’ll survive.”

Han winced at the cold but didn’t move away, choosing instead to dramatically slump against you. “This morning has officially betrayed me.”

“You literally just said you didn’t wanna get up,” you teased, adjusting the ice pack.

“Yeah, but I wanted the option of getting up without suffering a concussion.”

You chuckled, kissing his cheek. “Poor baby.”

“That’s it,” he grumbled, still pouting. “This place is a death trap, babe.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s cozy.”

“It’s tiny,” he countered. “I have to fear for my life every time I move.”

“Well, maybe if you learned to adapt to my tiny little ‘death trap,’ you wouldn’t keep smacking your head.”

He groaned, rubbing his forehead dramatically. “I swear, I’m gonna start wearing a helmet to bed.”

Rolling your eyes, you placed a soft kiss near where he had hit his head. “Better?”

Han sighed dramatically, snuggling closer. “Hmm… Maybe I need a few more, just in case.”

You playfully nudged him but gave in anyway, peppering his forehead with tiny kisses until he was giggling against you, his earlier pain mostly forgotten.

He peeked up at you with those soft, brown eyes, the hint of a smile playing at his lips. “Still. We should probably talk about getting a place where I won’t suffer a near-death experience every time I wake up.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Oh? And where would that be, mister high-maintenance?”

“Anywhere with ceilings that don’t attack me,” he grumbled, rubbing his head against you for dramatic effect.

You tilted your head, pretending to think. “Hmm… So, you mean, like… a regular apartment?”

“Yes.” He nodded eagerly. “With, you know, space. And ceilings that don’t conspire against me.”

You bite your lip playfully before saying. “Han Jisung, are you trying ro ask md to move in with you?”

His lips parted as he froze, blinking up at you. “…wait.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You totally are.”

“I—” His face suddenly flushed pink, and he groaned, burying himself in the blankets. “Forget I said anything. This conversation never happened.”

You giggled, prying the blanket away just enough to see his blushing cheeks. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

“I hate this,” he muttered, voice muffled against the pillow.

But you could see the small, shy smile tugging at his lips. And you knew, without him even needing to say it, that the thought of sharing a space wasn’t just an impulsive joke.

It was something he actually has thought about for a while.

And, maybe, you did too.

Smiling to yourself, you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “You know… a bigger place wouldn’t be so bad.”

Han peeked up at you, eyes hopeful. “Really?”

You shrugged, unable to hide your smile. “I mean, I’d like to wake up to you every morning and without hearing a loud thud on top of that.”

His grin widened as he sat up, eyes twinkling. “Babe, are you saying you want me to move in?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m saying we could consider it.”

“Same thing.” He beamed, tackling you back down into the blankets. “We’re moving in. No take-backs.”

You yelped, laughing as he peppered your face with kisses, his excitement overflowing. And, as much as you tried to play it cool, your heart was racing just as fast as his.

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Reunited Moments: Stray Kids’ reactions to seeing their S/O after a long time

Bang Chan

The moment Chris sees you, his eyes widen in disbelief before softening with overwhelming emotion. A breath catches in his throat as he takes a step forward, then another – until he’s practically running.

"Y/N..." he whispers.

Before you can even respond, he pulls you into his arms, holding you close, as if making sure you're really there. His warmth engulfs you, and you feel the way his fingers clutch the fabric of your shirt, refusing to let go. His chest rises and falls unevenly, and when you tilt your head up, you notice the slight shimmer in his eyes.

"I missed you so much," he murmurs against your hair, his voice thick with emotion.

A tear escapes, but he doesn’t care. He kisses you gently, his lips soft against yours as though he’s afraid you might slip away again. His kiss deepens, letting himself believe that finally, finally, you're back in his arms.

Lee Know

As soon as Lee Know sees you, he freezes, his lips pressing into a firm line. His arms cross over his chest as he shifts his weight, trying to play it cool.

"Took you long enough," he mutters, looking away, but the way his fingers twitch at his sides gives him away.

You smile, stepping closer, and that’s when his façade cracks. Before you can even tease him, he sighs in defeat and pulls you into a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“…Idiot. I missed you," he mumbles, voice barely above a whisper. His grip on you tightens for a second before he quickly pulls back. "Don’t disappear like that again," he adds.

Even as he tries to regain his composure, his hands linger on your waist, unwilling to let you go just yet.

The rest of the day, Lee Know doesn’t let you stray too far. No matter where you go, he’s right there, a little too close, always glancing at you like he’s making sure you’re still within arm’s reach.

Changbin

The moment Changbin lays his eyes on you, his face lights up with pure joy. "Y/N!" he shouts, already moving towards you at full speed. Before you can even react, he scoops you up, spinning you around in the air as laughter bubbles out of you.

“I missed you so much!” he exclaims. The world blurs around you, but all you can focus on is his bright smile and the way his arms feel so secure around you.

When he finally sets you down, he immediately pulls you into another bone-crushing hug, squeezing you so tight you can barely breathe.

"Binnie—I can't breathee!" you gasp, laughing while patting his shoulder.

"Shh, just a little longer," he mumbles against your shoulder, refusing to let go. You feel his arms tighten slightly as if he's afraid you'll disappear again. "I don't wanna let go yet."

And honestly, neither do you.

Hyunjin

Hyunjin stops in his tracks the moment he sees you. His eyes go wide, his breath hitching as he stares like he's seeing a ghost.

"No way…" he whispers, shaking his head in disbelief. He even blinks a few times before looking at you again. "Is this real? Am I dreaming?"

You laugh softly, taking a step closer. "I—I can't believe it," he says, voice trembling slightly.

You roll your eyes at his dramatics but smile nonetheless. "Yes, Hyunjin, I'm here. You can touch me if you want proof."

At that, he finally snaps out of it, rushing forward and pulling you into a desperate hug. His arms wrap tightly around you, his body molding against yours.

"I missed you so much," he murmurs, his voice quieter now as he simply holds you. 

You smile into his shoulder, squeezing him just as tightly. "I'm not going anywhere."

Han

The moment Han lays eyes on you, his expression shifts instantly – his playful smile falters, his lips part like he wants to say something, but no words come out.

The second he reaches you, he crashes into you, wrapping his arms around you so tightly it nearly knocks the breath out of you. His head buries into your shoulder, and that’s when you feel it – his quiet sniffles, the way his body trembles slightly against yours.

"You—" His voice cracks, and he grips you even tighter. "I was gone for so long…"

Your hands run soothingly through his hair as you hold him just as tightly, your own heart aching. Minutes pass, but Han doesn’t let go, as if making up for all the time spent apart.

“Just a little longer,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.

You nod, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. "As long as you need."

And so you stand there, wrapped in each other’s arms, neither of you willing to let go.

Felix

The moment Felix sees you, he completely freezes. His eyes widen, lips parting slightly as if he can’t believe you’re really there. Then, before he can stop it, his eyes glisten with tears.

You barely have time to react before the first tear rolls down his cheek. That’s all it takes for you to rush forward, closing the distance between you. The second your arms wrap around him, he melts into you, gripping onto you like you might disappear if he lets go.

A shaky sob escapes him as he buries his face into your shoulder, his whole body trembling against yours. “I missed you so much,” he whispers, his deep voice breaking with emotion. His hands clutch the back of your shirt tightly.

You rub his back soothingly, holding him just as tightly. “I’m here now, Lix,” you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to his hair asyou feel a wetness on your own cheek.

You pull back, gently wiping away a tear from your face. “Hey, no fair. Now you’re making me cry too,” you tease, your voice light but full of warmth, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Seungmin

The moment Seungmin sees you, a playful smirk plays on his lips. But is gaze softens the moment he notices the glisten of tears in your eyes, replaced by an expression of concern.

You try to brush it off, sniffling and wiping your eyes. "Aren’t you gonna tease me for crying?" you ask, trying to laugh.

But instead of teasing you, Seungmin steps forward, his arms immediately enveloping you in a warm, reassuring hug. His grip is firm yet gentle, as if he’s trying to convey just how much he’s missed you without saying a word.

"Hey I'm not that mean," he murmurs softly, his voice quieter than usual. "I missed you, too, you know."

You rest your head on his chest, the warmth and comfort of his embrace enough to make everything feel okay again.

I.N

The moment I.N sees you, his entire face lights up with pure joy. His bright smile spreads across his lips, his eyes crinkling with excitement as he practically bounces towards you.

"Y/N!" he exclaims as he rushes to you without a second thought.

Before you can even react, he pulls you into a warm hug, his arms wrapping securely around you. There's no hesitation, no shyness – just the sheer joy of having you back in his arms. He rocks you slightly from side to side, his laughter bubbling up like he can’t contain it.

"I missed you so much," he says, pulling back just enough to look at you. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you again!"

Seeing him this cheerful makes your heart swell, and you can’t help but smile just as brightly. “I think I do,” you say, squeezing him again.

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Puppy Love | 5 | - Seungmin

Seungmin x Lee Know's sister

Seungmin's quiet day with his girlfriend is ruined when the rest of Stray Kids had other plans – and Lee Know got suspicious. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Seungmin had been looking forward to spending the day with you, just the two of you, away from the chaos of the dorms and the playful interruptions of the other members. It wasn’t that he didn’t love them – of course he did – but having uninterrupted time with his girlfriend was a rare luxury. And he wasn’t about to let it go to waste.

Unfortunately, the rest of Stray Kids had different plans.

“Hyung, let’s all go out!” I.N had practically begged over the phone, his voice carrying child-like enthusiasm. “It’s been forever since we’ve hung out with Y/Nnie.”

Seungmin sighed, shooting you a glance from across the couch, where you were curled up in a cozy blanket. He wanted to decline, but you, ever the peacemaker, smiled and shrugged. “It could be fun,” you said, though you sounded just as content to stay in.

Seungmin grumbled something about how he had other plans (meaning he wanted to keep you all to himself), but ultimately, he had a soft spot for you and agreed. “Fine,” he muttered. “Then come pick us up.”

The call ended, and you giggled as you leaned into him. “You’re sulking.”

“I am not,” he retorted, wrapping his arm around you anyway.

You laughed, reaching up to fix his slightly tousled hair, smoothing it down with gentle fingers. He instantly melted under your touch, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned into your hand, much like a puppy basking in affection. A soft, content hum escaped his lips, and you couldn’t help but smile at how easy it was to get him to relax.

“We still have some time before they come,” you said, resting your head against his shoulder. “Might as well relax.”

The warmth of each other, the quiet apartment, and the lingering anticipation between you made for the perfect moment. One glance at each other was all it took before your lips met in a series of soft, lingering kisses. He cupped your face gently, his thumb brushing your cheek as your fingers tangled in his hair. Time slipped away as the two of you became completely engrossed in each other, so lost in the moment that you didn’t hear the front door open.

When the members arrived, they expected to find you both ready to go. Instead, they were greeted with the sight of you and Seungmin caught in an intimate embrace, lips still brushing against each other, completely unaware of your audience. The sight was enough to render them all frozen in shock – until Hyunjin’s barely stifled gasp broke the silence, forcing you to shoot apart.

Felix’s eyes widened, his hands immediately covering his mouth in excitement. “Oh my god.”

Han elbowed Changbin. “Dude. They’re actually making out.”

Changbin blinked, then snorted. “And look at Seungmin’s face—he’s got Y/N’s lipstick all over him.”

Indeed, faint traces of your lipstick now marked the corner of Seungmin’s lips, and even a smudge on his jawline. You had a similar tint on your own skin, a clear indication of just how engrossed you both had been.

You gasped softly, eyes widening as your hand flew to your lips. “Oh my god.”

Seungmin immediately lifted his sleeve to wipe at his face, but the action only smudged the lipstick further. “Why didn’t you knock?!” he groaned, voice still thick with embarrassment.

Felix laughed, shaking his head. “I live here too! We thought you’d be ready to go.”

You buried your face in Seungmin’s shoulder, groaning. “This is so embarrassing.”

Meanwhile, the members barely had time to process the scene before the real problem arrived.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened in panic. “Minho-hyung is coming in behind us!”

Thinking fast, I.N grabbed Lee Know’s arm as soon as he stepped inside. “Hyung! Wait, wait, wait! I forgot to show you this thing outside – come with me real quick!”

Lee Know raised an eyebrow, clearly suspicious. “Can’t it wait?”

Felix jumped in, pushing him back towards the door. “Nope! It’s really important! Super important! Life-changing, even.”

Lee Know narrowed his eyes, glancing past them, trying to figure out what was going on. “Why are you all acting weird?”

“Because we’re always weird,” Han said smoothly, flashing his usual cheeky grin. “C’mon, let’s go see whatever Innie wants to show you.”

Meanwhile, the remaining members turned their attention back to Seungmin, who was still frantically trying to rid himself of the lipstick evidence.

Chan smirked. “You might want to clean up before Lee Know actually sees you.”

Felix giggled. “Yeah, we don’t want you getting in trouble, Minnie.”

Han, grinned. “Or maybe we do.”

Seungmin groaned, rubbing his face with both hands. “You guys are the worst.”

Changbin, watching from the side, chuckled and nudged Seungmin with his elbow, an approving glint in his eyes. “Hey, at least you’re finally getting it,” he teased with an older brother's smirk.

Flustered, Seungmin quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you into the bathroom. He huffed, looking at his reflection, reaching for a makeup wipe.

You simply smiled, gently taking the wipe from his hand. “Let me.”

He hesitated for a moment before sighing, giving in. He sat across from you, his eyes meeting yours as you carefully wiped away the lipstick stains. One hand held his chin gently, tilting his face to get every last smudge. His skin was warm beneath your touch, and he gazed at you with soft eyes, letting you take care of him.

Once his face was clean, you smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. “There. Good as new.”

Seungmin’s lips curled into a small smile as he nudged his forehead against yours. “You just got lipstick on me again, didn’t you?.”

You laughed, wiping the fresh mark away. “Oops.”

-----

Out with the group, Seungmin trailed behind you like a lost, lovesick puppy. No matter where you went, he was just a step behind, his gaze lingering on you with a fondness that did not go unnoticed by the others. The members teased him relentlessly, but Seungmin hardly seemed to care – he was too busy staying as close to you as possible.

Later, when you found yourself alone with Lee Know, he smirked at you knowingly. "You’ve trained your dog well, huh?" he teased, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. "Doesn’t even need a leash the way he was practically glued to you the whole time.”

You grinned, crossing your arms in return. “And you were watching me the whole time, huh? You know, I didn't think you were the type to play the protective older brother.”

Lee Know scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Please. As if I’d waste my time.”

“I mean, it’s already been close to a year, and you’re still like that,” you pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

He huffed, looking away for a moment before shooting you a pointed look. “Yeah, and somehow, it still hasn’t gotten any less pathetic.”

Laughing, you nudged him playfully. “Sure, Minho. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

-----

The drive home was peaceful, the occasional soft laughter from the guys the only disruption. By the time they pulled up in front of the dorms, the others had already taken note of yours and Seungmin’s position. It was a familiar sight – the two of you tangled in quiet slumber his head resting against the headrest, while yours rested on his shoulder and his jacket still draped over the two of you.

Hyunjin turned in his seat and groaned playfully. “Again? You two are tangled up in each other again?”

Just as he said it, the car door opened, as Lee Know was walking past, having missed the earlier part of the conversation. His eyes flickered between you and Seungmin, who was groggily stirring awake, and then back to the guys, his expression shifting instantly.

“What?” Lee Know’s voice was sharp, his gaze narrowing as he processed Hyunjin’s words.

Seungmin stiffened beside you as realization dawned on him. You, still half-asleep, blinked in confusion as you felt the sudden tension in the air. The rest of the guys instantly scrambled to fix their mistake.

“Wait—no! Not like that!” Han waved his hands frantically, his face contorted in panic.

“They were just sleeping! On each other! Not—Not like that!” Felix added, eyes wide.

“Literally just heads on shoulders! With a jacket!” Hyunjin exclaimed, as if that would make everything better.

You groaned, before shooting him a glare. "Hyunjin, use your pabo brain before speaking next time!"

Changbin snickered from the side. “Bro, I swear, Seungmin just saw his entire life flash before his eyes.”

“Not funny,” Seungmin muttered, though his ears were burning red.

Glazing at your brother, you mumbled quietly, “If you’d know…” as your fingers traced the fabric over the covered love bite below your collarbone.

Getting an idea, you leaned forward with a smirk. "Seungmin, is your sister single? Maybe he would stop bugging us if he—"

Seungmin, who had just taken a sip of water, choked immediately. His eyes widened in sheer panic.

"NO!" he blurted out, before shaking his head frantically while pointing a finger at you. "No no no no no!"

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Chauffeur Duties | 4 | - Seungmin

Seungmin x Lee Know's sister

After a sudden downpour, your brother picked you up, leading to a confrontation with your boyfriend, Seungmin.

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A/N: many thanks to 🩵 for the ideas! <3

The rain came out of nowhere.

One moment, you were walking home, minding your own business, and the next, the sky had cracked open, drenching everything in sight. Your hoodie was no match for the sudden downpour, and within minutes, you were soaked to the bone.

Instinct took over, and before you even realized what you were doing, your fingers were already pressing your brother's contact.

"What?" Lew Know's voice came through the line, already laced with annoyance.

"Can you pick me up?" you asked, shivering slightly as you ducked under a bus stop for minimal cover.

A sigh. "Where are you?"

You sent him your location, and he grumbled something about you always being a hassle before hanging up. You knew he’d come, though. That was just Lee Know's way of showing he cared – through mild exasperation and reluctant acts of service.

Fifteen minutes later, his car pulled up, and you scrambled inside, dripping all over his passenger seat. He clicked his tongue but didn’t say anything about it, instead tossing a towel onto your lap as he pulled away from the curb.

"You better not get my seat all gross," he muttered, eyes on the road.

"I'll clean it later," you promised, toweling off my hair. "Thanks for picking me up."

"Yeah, yeah." His voice was gruff, but then he added, "You’re lucky I wasn’t busy."

You bit back a smile, choosing not to argue with him.

The ride was mostly quiet except for the hum of the engine and the occasional swish of the windshield wipers. But as you paid more attention to the streets he was taking, your stomach twisted.

He wasn’t driving towards your home. He was driving in the direction of Felix's and Seungmin’s dorm.

Panic crept in, but you forced yourself to keep your expression neutral.

"Where are we going?" you asked, feigning curiosity.

Lee Know gave you a side glance. "Thought you’d want to see your lap dog of a boyfriend."

You blinked at him, your grip tightening on the towel. He said it so easily, so nonchalantly, like it wasn’t a big deal. Like he actually... cared?

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the timing of it all. On any other day, you would’ve been ecstatic – your brother showing even the slightest support for your relationship with Seungmin was nothing short of a miracle. But today? Today was different.

Because Seungmin and you had argued earlier. It wasn’t a big fight, but it left a strange weight in your chest, and you weren't ready to see him yet. Not like this, not soaking wet and emotionally scrambled. And if Lee Know knew you’d argued? Oh, he’d definitely have some choice words for Seungmin – words you weren't in the mood to mediate.

"I, uh—" you scrambled for an excuse. "I don’t want to bother him. He’s probably busy."

Lee Know snorted. "He’s probably just playing games. You’ll be fine."

Of course, Lee Know would be difficult about this. You glanced out the window, your pulse picking up as the dorms came closer. You could tell him the truth. You could tell him that you weren't in the right headspace to see Seungmin right now, that you’d had a disagreement, and you just wanted to go home.

But then he’d press for details. And if those details even slightly painted Seungmin in a bad light, Lee Know would hold onto them like ammunition. He’d never say it outright, but you knew he was protective of you in his own way, and you didn’t want to give him reasons to be wary of your relationship.

"Actually, I think I just want to go home," you said as casually as possible. "I really just want to dry off and sleep."

Lee Know side-eyed you but didn’t say anything at first. His fingers drummed against the wheel as you stopped at a red light.

Then, without a word, he changed lanes and turned towards your home instead.

Relief flooded you, but you didn’t dare let it show.

"You’re weird," Minho muttered under his breath.

You smiled slightly, hugging the towel closer. "Thanks for the ride."

He just rolled his eyes and kept driving.

-----

The next morning, you woke up to a string of messages from Seungmin. Your stomach twisted as you hesitated before unlocking your phone.

Mong Mong (10:34 PM): Hey, are you home safe? 

Mong Mong (10:35 PM): I heard it started pouring. Did you get caught in it? 

Mong Mong (11:49 PM): …You could’ve called me. 

Mong Mong (11:51 PM): I know we argued but—

The last message trailed off. You stared at the screen, biting your lip. Guilt gnawed at you as you scrolled through his words again. 

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to call him. You just… You didn’t want to burden him after your disagreement. And part of you had assumed he wouldn’t have wanted to hear from you anyway.

Clearly, you’d assumed wrong.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you tapped on his contact and hit call. The phone rang twice before he picked up.

“You’re awake,” he said, voice groggy with sleep.

“I am,” you answered softly. “I saw your messages.”

There was a brief pause. “Yeah. I figured you did.”

You swallowed, gripping your phone tighter. “I’m sorry I didn’t call.”

Another pause. “Why didn’t you?”

You sighed, closing your eyes. “I… I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me after the argument. And I didn’t want to make things worse.”

A soft exhale came through the speaker, and when Seungmin spoke again, his voice had lost some of its sleepiness. “Did you really think I wouldn’t care? Even if we fought, I would’ve come to get you. I wanted to.”

Your heart squeezed at his words. “I know,” you murmured. “I just— It was stupid. I called Minho.”

Seungmin made a sound, something between a scoff and a chuckle. “Of course you did.”

You shook your head, though he couldn’t see it. “The one time he actually supports this relationship – driving me to you without even asking – he picks the worst timing.”

Seungmin was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was different. “Wait. You were on your way to me?”

You bit my lip. “Yeah.”

“But… you obviously didn’t come over.” Another silence. But this time, it felt heavier.

He sounded genuinely surprised, and you could tell his mind was working through the implications. Something in his stomach tightened uncomfortably, immediately thinking the argument had cut deeper for you than he originally believed.

“It wasn’t about that,” you reassured him quickly. “I just… didn’t feel like seeing anyone. I just wanted to go home.”

“I get that,” Seungmin said, and for the first time since you answered the call, his voice held nothing but sincerity. “But next time, don’t assume I don’t want to be there for you, okay?”

Your chest ached in the best way. “Okay.”

“Good.”

A comfortable silence settled between you, the tension from last night slowly dissipating. Then, after a moment, Seungmin spoke again.

“We still need to talk, you know. About the fight.”

Your heart stilled for a moment before you nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “I know.”

“Not now,” he said, almost as if he was reassuring himself as well as you. “But soon.”

You exhaled softly. “Yeah. Soon.”

“So… did you talk to Minho about it?”

You hesitated. “No. Maybe he suspects something but I didn't tell him.”

Seungmin sighed. “Should I be prepared for something at practice? He’s gonna beat me up if he finds out.”

You bit your lip, considering. “I don’t think he’ll bring it up unless he’s sure. He’ll get over it.”

Seungmin groaned. “Great. Just what I need.”

You chuckled softly, amusement lighting up the mood. A comfortable silence filled the air as the weight of the conversation eased.

Then he muttered, almost like an afterthought, “I just… I don’t want to disappoint him either.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Minho?”

He let out a quiet, almost sheepish sigh. “Yeah. I know he acts like I annoy him, but… I think he actually kind of— I don’t know. Approves of me? Or at least tolerates me as your boyfriend. If he found out we fought and thought I messed it up, he’d never let me live it down.”

A soft smile tugged at your lips. “Oh, so that’s why you’re worried.”

“Shut up,” he grumbled. “I just don’t need him looking at me like I kicked his cat or something.”

You laughed. “You’ll survive.”

“I better.” Seungmin huffed a laugh. 

-----

The rhythmic echo of sneakers against the polished floor filled the practice room as Seungmin wiped the sweat from his forehead, rolling his shoulders to shake off the fatigue. Practice had been tough, but at least it gave him something to focus on. He took a long sip from his water bottle, letting the cool liquid soothe his throat.

Then, just as he was starting to catch his breath, Lee Know sauntered over with an unmistakable glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Guess who I saved yesterday," he drawled, tossing a towel over his shoulder.

Seungmin didn’t take the bait. He casually screwed the cap back onto his bottle and gave a nonchalant shrug. "I don't know. A stray cat?"

Lee Know smirked, undeterred. "You could say that – It was your dear, helpless girlfriend."

Seungmin finally turned his head, meeting Lee Know’s gaze with a carefully neutral expression. "Oh? Is that so?" he said, voice even. 

Lee Know let out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying himself. "Yeah, well, pouring rain, drenched hoodie, shivering at a bus stop… It was a whole dramatic scene. They must’ve really needed help. Funny how their first instinct was to call me instead of you."

Seungmin exhaled through his nose, resisting the urge to react. He knew Lee Know was testing him, poking for a reaction. Instead, he leaned back against the wall, stretching out his legs as if completely at ease.

"Makes sense," he said smoothly. "You do have a car, after all."

Lee Know squinted at him. "That’s all you have to say?"

Seungmin lifted a brow. "What, did you want me to throw a fit?”

"A little jealousy would be nice," Lee Know mused, crossing his arms. "or do you not care whether she’s safe?"

Seungmin let out a breath of laughter. "Sorry to disappoint. But I already talked to her about it. We’re fine."

Lee Know clicked his tongue. "Boring. Can’t even get some kind of reaction out of you these days."

"And I was hoping practice would be over by now, yet here we are," Seungmin quipped, pushing off the wall and heading back towards the center of the room as the others began trickling in.

Lee Know watched him go, tilting his head slightly before calling after him, "You know, if she ever needs saving again, I’ll be ready."

Seungmin glanced back over his shoulder, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Good. That means I don’t have to worry."

Lee Know blinked, momentarily thrown off by the unexpected response. Then he shook his head, mumbling something about ‘not being your fucking chauffeur’.

Just as Seungmin turned away, though, Lee Know’s voice came – quieter this time, almost too casual.

"You two are good, right?"

Seungmin paused for half a second before glancing back. Lee Know wasn’t looking at him anymore, already grabbing his water bottle and stretching like it was just an afterthought.

A small smile tugged at Seungmin’s lips. "Yeah. We’re good."

Lee Know didn’t say anything else, just gave an acknowledging hum before walking past him.

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