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Just tying the knot ⋅ Lee Know

Lee Know discovered that your growing relationship brings new ways to kill you.

You’d think that after nearly five years of dating, you’d be used to Minho’s teasing.

But no. Not this.

It started about three weeks ago. Maybe four. At first, you thought it was a coincidence – bad luck, really. A misstep in your own wild imagination. 

The first time he knelt down in front of you, you stopped breathing for full three seconds.

You were leaving a café, chatting absentmindedly, when Minho stopped mid-step. You turned to ask what was wrong, but before you could say anything, he was already crouched down in front of you and began tying your shoelace with the casual charm of someone who knew exactly what he was doing.

“Tie your shoe, dummy,” he said nonchalantly, his fingers looping the laces into a cute little bow.

And maybe it was the soft golden hour glow catching his features just right, or maybe it was the fact that he was kneeling – one knee on the pavement, his gaze flicking up at you with a smirk – but your heart did a somersault.

You laughed it off. Pretended your heart wasn’t in your throat. “You scared me for a second,” you muttered.

Minho only raised a brow. “Scared you? Why?”

You didn’t answer.

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Since then, he’d made a habit out of it.

When his cat Doongie strutted across the room, he dropped beside the little creature to pet him conveniently close to you – his shoulder brushing your leg, face tilted upward with a suspiciously innocent grin.

You narrowed your eyes while he only blinked, infuriatingly innocent.

“What? I can’t pet my cat now?”

You turned to the side, cheeks burning. Behind you, you swore you heard him chuckle.

Or when you were cooking together and dropped a spoon? He’d duck down dramatically to grab it, pausing for a moment like he was savoring your reaction. 

Or when he accidentally dropped his keys at the door? He’d take unnecessarily long to pick them up.

It was like that. Every. Single. Time.

And every time, your heart leapt. Your breath caught. Your brain whispered, Is this it? followed quickly by, Calm down, don’t be ridiculous.

You tried to play it cool, of course. Tried to scoff or roll your eyes, but the way Minho’s lips curled every time  – teasing, smug – said it all.

He knew. He absolutely knew what he was doing to you.

-----

Tonight, you were curled on the couch, scrolling aimlessly on your phone while Minho fed the cats. It was quiet. Domestic. Safe. Comfortably uneventful. 

Until he turned.

And knelt.

Right in front of the coffee table, facing you, pretending to clean up a stray piece of kibble.

You tensed instantly. Your fingers twitched. Your pulse thrummed in your ears.

“Minho,” you said, tone dangerously flat.

He didn’t even look up. “Hm?”

“That’s the fourth time this week.”

“What is?” he asked, still crouched.

“You know what.” You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t play dumb.”

He blinked up at you, bottom lip twitching like he was holding back a smile. “Are you accusing me of… bending my knees too much?”

You groaned. “Yes! No—yes. You’re doing this on purpose.”

He rose slowly, his eyes locked on yours, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “Doing what, exactly?”

You pointed an accusatory finger. “That. Kneeling. In front of me. Repeatedly. Like it’s nothing. Like you don’t know what that does to me.”

“Hmm.” He tilted his head, mock-thoughtful as he caressed your hip with his thumb. “You mean how your eyes go wide and you look like you’re about to black out?”

You picked up a pillow and hurled it at him. He caught it midair and laughed – actually laughed, throwing his head back like he was the funniest person alive.

“You’re evil,” you muttered, cheeks warm.

Minho steped to the side, casually placing the pillow back on the couch. “You’re cute when you get flustered.”

“I hate you.”

“Mm, you love me.” He dropped a kiss to your forehead, lips lingering for a second longer than usual.

You exhaled, trying not to lean into it too much. “So you admit you’re doing it on purpose?”

“I didn’t say that,” he teased, nuzzling against your temple.

You pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. “You know, if you tease me too much, I might just beat you to it. See how you'd look then.”

“Beat me to what?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You know. Pop the question. Just to mess with you.”

Minho froze for half a second – a blink, a twitch of surprise. “You wouldn’t.”

You shrugged, feigning indifference. “Keep teasing and find out.”

He chuckled, amused. “You’re bluffing.”

You grinned. “Am I?”

“You are.”

“Probably.” You leaned back against the couch. “But don’t test me.”

He was still smiling as he sat beside you, arm sliding around your shoulders. “Don’t worry. I’ve got it covered.”

You turned to him. “Then why the mind games tho? Other than, you know, being a menace?” You narrowed your eyes slightly. “You know that I could just say 'no'…”

Minho scoffed, eyes narrowing offended. “That would be your deflect – I won't ask a second time.”

He paused. Something shifted in his expression.

“But,” he said, softer now, “when I do ask... I want you to know it’s real.”

“I want you to know I’ve been thinking about it,” he continued, his voice lower now, more vulnerable. “For some time, actually. Not just for fun. Not just to tease. When it’s real, I want you to know.”

You swallowed. “Minho…”

He smiled then, soft and sure. “No rush. Just… don’t be too mad if I keep doing it until then.”

You were quiet for a beat, then muttered, “Oh, I will be. You know I’m still going to have a heart attack every time?”

“I know,” he said smugly, pulling you in a hug before you could assault him. “And it’s adorable.”

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Hello! I hope you're doing well!

I was just wondering if you could write about the members getting really shy after a kiss? It would be so cute with like, stuttering and blushing or whatever but you don't have to if you don't want!

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Heartfelt Slip-Ups: Stray Kids’ reactions to accidental 1st ‘I love you’s

request: "[...] Could it be where you say I love you for the 1st time while leaving for work, gym or studio session & you kiss them goodbye & accidentally say I love you for the 1st time then ask to forget it lol but fluffy?" A/N: hope you like it – sorry that the one you requested is the shortest (*_ _)人

Bang Chan (him)

The time difference had never felt so cruel.

It was late afternoon where you were, sunlight filtering lazily through your window, while on the other side of the world, in some hotel room lit only by a dim lamp and the soft blue glow of his phone, Chris was desperately fighting off sleep, but it was a losing battle.

“Babe…” you said softly through the screen, “your eyes are literally closing mid-sentence.”

“I’m not that tired,” he replied, words slurred, his cheek squished against the hotel pillow as he lay sideways, camera angled haphazardly. He blinked slowly, lids heavy. “M’fine. Just… resting my eyes while I talk to you.”

You chuckled, fondness bubbling up in your chest. “You have a concert tomorrow, Chris. You need sleep. Real sleep.”

“But I miss you,” he mumbled, voice barely audible. His gaze was soft, unfocused. “Can’t sleep without hearing you talk. It’s like… my brain knows you're far away, and it hates it.”

Your heart ached in that way it always did when you saw how much he cared. “I miss you too,” you said, voice quieter now, “but you need to rest, love. For me? You’ve done a thousand things today.”

He grumbled something incoherent, clearly not ready to let go of you, but he knew you were right.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he muttered, yawning.

“Get some real sleep, okay? And drink water when you wake up.”

“Y’know,” he started, voice even softer, “you take better care of me than I do.”

You smiled. “That’s what I’m here for.”

He lingered for a beat longer, eyes fluttering.

“I love you.”

And then click. Call ended.

You stared at the blank screen, pulse thudding.

Did he just—?

The words rang in your ears, your chest tight with sudden butterflies, your heart beating wildly against your ribs. Neither of you have said it before – not out loud. Not yet. There had been so many almosts, but he’d never actually said it.

You brought a hand to your mouth, half laughing, half gasping. The warmth spreading through you was electric and impossible to contain. You sat there for a long time, staring at the “Call Ended” screen, smile creeping wider by the second.

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The Next Morning, your phone buzzed.

Channie🖤: by any chance… did i carelessly say something rather special yesterday?

You stared at the message, and it made you laugh.

You: you might’ve said something small

You: like three words

You: quite important

You: started with “I”

There was a pause. Then three dots. Then nothing. Then more dots.

Channie🖤: …I SAID THAT?!

You: You did 😳

Channie🖤: WHAT!!! I DIDN’T EVEN— I THOUGHT I DREAMED THAT 😭

Channie🖤: omg omg i wanted to say it properly not like THAT

Channie🖤: was it… okay?

You smiled, typing back slowly.

You: It was perfect. I love you too, sleepyhead 💛

Another pause.

Channie🖤: 🥺 so i didn’t ruin it?

You: Nope. You made it unforgettable.

Lee Know (you)

The two of you were sprawled on the couch as a movie flickered in the background. Humming softly, he rested one arm behind his head, the other absentmindedly tracing patterns on your thigh. Your head was on his chest, heart comfortably synced with his slow, steady breaths.

You were warm. Content. Sleepy.

And in that state, words slipped from your mouth without asking your brain first.

“I love you,” you mumbled, into his shirt low and muffled.

It took you a second to even realize what you’d said. And then another half-second to panic.

Your body went rigid.

Minho hummed, face unreadable, eyes still on the movie. He hummed. Just a soft, low note, like someone vaguely acknowledging the weather forecast.

“What?” you said, eyes wide.

“Hmm?” he asked, blinking.

You stared at him, waiting for the teasing, the smirk, the jokes about you being a hopeless romantic. But nothing came. He just tugged you gently back into his side.

“You good?” he asked, voice calm.

“…Yeah,” you muttered, stunned.

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You spent the rest of the week spiraling. He hadn’t teased you, hadn’t even acknowledged the slip. Maybe he didn’t hear? Maybe he didn’t feel the same? Or maybe it was too soon? But he hummed! Was that a “cool” hum or a “noted” hum or a “panic now” hum? You’d practically convinced yourself it was nothing and that maybe, just maybe, he had really just been too chill to notice.

Until three days later.

The two of you were in his kitchen, washing the dishes after dinner. He flicked a bit of water at your forehead and you let out a dramatic yelp.

“Lee Minho!” you shrieked. “You are so annoying!”

He smirked, tossing the towel onto the counter. “That so?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Yes. Borderline maddening.”

He leaned in a little, just enough to make your little heart beat a bit faster. “Huh,” he said, mock thoughtful. “That’s weird, ’cause last week you were saying how much you loovvee me.”

“Excuse me?”

“You remember,” he said, grin growing wide and evil. “We were all cuddled up and warm, watching that movie. And you said... what was it again…? Ah, right. ‘I love you.’”

You smacked his arm, face burning. “I knew you heard it!”

“I did,” he said smugly. “Just wanted to see how long you’d pretend it didn’t happen.”

You groaned and turned to the side. “Because you didn’t say a godamn word! What was I supposed to do?”

He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“I love you too,” he said, quiet now. “Just thought I’d let you suffer a little first.”

“You’re the worst.”

“And yet,” he said with a wink, “you love me.”

You slapped him again – a bit harder this time – but didn’t pull away from his arms.

Changbin (him)

You were sitting on the couch in Changbin’s studio, scrolling through your phone while he sat at his desk, fidgeting with a new beat. He was humming absentmindedly, being in his element and in a good mood.

You took a sip of water.

“I think this is my favorite track I’ve done in a while,” he said, spinning slightly in his chair to look at you. “I might actually keep this one just for myself. Play it for you when I miss you. Because, you know—”

He shrugged like it was nothing. “I love you and stuff.”

You choked.

You spat.

Water went everywhere – mostly in a graceful arc onto the floor, but also a fine mist landed directly on Changbin’s face.

He blinked. Once. Twice.

“…Did you just SPIT on me?”

“I—” You coughed, waving your hand in the air, eyes wide. “Did you just say—?”

“Oh my god,” he muttered, grabbing a tissue and wiping his cheek. “I confess my undying love and this is what I get? A mouthful of salvia to the face?”

You were still processing. “Changbin, you can’t just—casually say ‘I love you’ like that while I’m drinking!”

“I can and I did!” he said, half standing now. “What kind of reaction is ‘Water Gun’—are you Squirtle?! I bare my soul and you nearly drown me!”

You burst into laughter, half from nerves, half from disbelief.

“I’m sorry!” you gasped, still laughing. “I was just—surprised! I didn’t think you were gonna—today?! Like that?! While talking about a beat?!”

He sighed, tossing the tissue in the trash. “I thought it was romantic. Thought I was being cute.”

You rolled your eyes, though your smile was soft now, your heart catching up with the moment. “Wait, actually, though—were you serious?”

He paused. His joking demeanor faltered just a bit, his shoulders straightening, eyes darting to yours and away again. “I mean… yeah. Kind of. But also—”

And now he was fidgeting again. “It's kinda like a habit. I say it all the time to Hyunjin, you know. Like, when I bring him coffee, or when he lets me win at Mario Kart—I’ll be like, ‘Ugh, I love you, husband.�� Like that.”

You blinked. “So I’m… just the concubine?”

“No! I mean—no offense to Hyunjin, I love that man, but not like—” He groaned and flopped back into his chair, spinning to the side. “It just comes out sometimes, okay? I say it as a joke. But, that doesn’t mean it’s not real. Just because I said it like an idiot, doesn’t mean I didn’t mean it.”

Your heart clenched. Gently, you got up from the couch and walked over to his chair, placing a hand on his.

He glanced up at you with cautious eyes.

You smiled. “I think I love you too. You idiot.”

His entire face lit up like a sunrise – relief, joy, and smugness all tangled up in a grin. “So you admit it. You love me and you spat on me. That’s commitment.”

You laughed, shoving his shoulder. “Don’t make me do it again.”

“Too late,” he said, standing and wrapping his arms around you in a warm, crushing hug. “You’re mine now. Saliva and all.”

“Gross.”

“Romantic.”

“Squirtle still says no.”

“Hyunjin’s gonna be so jealous.”

You snorted. “Honestly, I’m kinda jealous he got an ‘I love you’ before I did.”

“Okay, well he didn’t water board me, so maybe he deserved it more.”

“You did not just say that—!”

Hyunjin (you)

You stood by the door, his hoodie draped over your shoulders, still warm from him. Hyunjin leaned against the frame, messy hair, sleepy eyes, and that teasing smile he always wore when he didn't want you to leave.

“Text me when you get there, okay?”

“I will." You paused, smiled up at him and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "Love you—"

You froze.

He blinked.

You blinked.

The world went silent.

“...What?” he said, eyes wide.

Your stomach dropped. Crap. “Oh my god,” you said, covering your face. “Can you just forget that I said that?”

Hyunjin stared at you, mouth slightly open, then suddenly threw his head back with a groan. “Yah! You can’t just—say it like that! And I certainly can’t ‘just forget about it’, you just told me you loved me!”

You gaped. “You—what?!”

He pointed an accusing finger at you, eyes narrowed in mock betrayal. “I had plans, okay?! Literal Pinterest board levels of planning!”

You stared, part embarrassed, part very confused. “You had… what kind of plans?”

“I was going to confess properly.” he said, crossing his arms. “Do you know how long I’ve been sitting on the perfect moment? There were candles involved. A lake. Maybe even rose petals—if I could sneak them past the guys without them mocking me for the rest of my life!”

You blinked, then bit your lip, something warm blooming quietly in your chest. Your heart melted – just a little – at the thought of him wanting to make something so small and simple feel special. The effort, the sweetness… that was so him.

“And now you go and say ‘love you’ like you’re saying ‘see ya later.’ Do you know how unfair that is?!”

You took a slow step forward, biting your lip to stop from grinning. “So… you do love me?”

He stared at you for a moment, then sighed dramatically. “Obviously. But now it’s ruined! I had a whole speech. There were metaphors.”

“Metaphors?”

“Yeah. You’ve heard me write lyrics, babe. I was gonna make you weep.”

You laughed and wrapped your arms around his waist. “I’m sorry for ruining your romantic Pinterest proposal.”

“You should be,” he grumbled, but he was already holding you back.

“But,” you whispered, resting your head against his chest, “I really do love you, you know.”

He sighed like he was giving in, but you felt his lips press gently to the top of your head. “Fine. But I’m still giving the speech.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“And I want tears. Real ones.”

You tilted your head back, eyes sparkling. “I’ll bring tissues.”

Han (him)

The train was minutes from leaving, the soft chime echoing over the station speakers as people bustled past. You turned to Han, wrapping your arms around his hoodie-clad frame. His hair was a mess, tousled in all directions like he’d just rolled out of bed, and his eyes were wide, a little glassy with sleep.

“I’ll text you when I get there,” you said, brushing your lips against his cheek.

But he surprised you by pulling his mask down and turning his head last-second to catch your mouth with his instead – clumsy, soft, but real.

The kiss was brief, barely a few seconds, but it left his ears glowing pink and your stomach tangled in butterflies. As you pulled back, you smiled and whispered, “Bye.”

And that’s when he blurted it out.

“I love you.”

The silence between you stretched in the shape of your widened eyes. His mouth opened – then closed – then opened again in horror.

Then—

“No—wait! I didn’t mean—I mean I did mean I did, but not like that, but also totally like that—AHH—” Han buried his face in his hands. “I knew I should’ve just waved. Who kisses and thinks clearly?!”

“You… love me?” you echoed, voice barely a whisper, like testing the shape of the words on your tongue.

He peeked at you through his fingers, sheepish and red. “I mean, I’ve thought it, like, obviously—I mean—look at you! But I didn’t mean to say it! Not now! Not—like—a drive-by love confession?!”

You blinked, then started laughing – soft at first, then breathless. He groaned and covered his face with his hands.

“Stop laughing, I’m spiraling.”

“No,” you said between giggles, stepping closer to pry his fingers off his face. “It’s just... Hannie?”

You looked up at him, heart hammering in your chest. “You write me songs. You’ve already said those words in so many ways without actually saying them.”

He froze.

“And... I love you too. Just so you don’t spiral forever.”

There was a beat of stunned silence. Then his expression cracked into the brightest, most ridiculous smile you’d ever seen on him.

“Wait—Wait! You—oh my god—no, wait. Don’t get on the train! We need to talk about this for 45 more minutes!”

You laughed again, already walking backwards toward the platform and slowly letting go of his hands.

“Facetime me later, you drama king,” you called.

“Just so you know, I’m writing a ballad about this!” he shouted back.

Of course he was. And you were so looking forward to hearing it.

Felix (you)

You were standing at his doorstep, the moment to say goodbye felt heavier than usual.

He gave you a small smile, his eyes flickering with a mix of nervousness and warmth. “I hope you got home safe last time.”

You smiled back, feeling a flutter in your chest. “Yeah, I did. Thanks to you.”

He hesitated, then whispered, “I… um, I had a really good time today.”

You nodded, your voice soft as you said goodbye, “Me too… I love you.”

The words escaped before you could stop them, and immediately your face flushed hot with embarrassment. You looked down, suddenly overwhelmed, and before Felix could say anything, you turned on your heel and practically ran down the stairs, your heart racing. “Bye!”

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.

You made it to the bottom step before fumbling with your phone, hands trembling with anxiety. Your cheeks were on fire and you felt like you were about to cry. You just told Felix you loved him. Loudly. Casually. Like it was nothing. Like it wasn’t going to change everything.

Your phone buzzed.

Lix🐥: Did you mean that? 😳

Your hands shook as you typed back.

You: No! I didn’t say anything! I take it back!

Lix🐥: You can’t just take something like that back…

You bit your lip, trying to keep your cool.

You: I’m just not ready for this.

He responded after a few seconds.

Lix🐥: Me neither but…well, I kinda feel the same way… 😶😶

You: Wait, what?

Lix🐥: Yeah. I didn’t want to say it first ‘cause I was nervous. But I do… love you.

Your breath hitched and you let out a nervous chuckle.

You: I can’t believe that we’re doing this over text.

Lix🐥: You could also just come back up here, you know 🫢

Your heart thudded in your ears.

You stared at the screen, your thumb hovering over the keyboard. But nothing you could say felt big enough for what was happening. So instead, you just stared at the blinking cursor.

You could also just come back up, you know.

You glanced up the staircase.

For a second, your brain screamed every excuse—it’s too soon, you’re being impulsive, what if this ruins things, what if you misunderstood him, what if, what if—

Then, before you could fully talk yourself out of it, your feet were moving – one step, two, three steps – faster until you were back at the top of the stairs, standing outside his door again, completely breathless.

You raised your hand to knock, but before you could, the door creaked open.

Felix stood there, hair slightly messy like he’d run his fingers through it too many times, his expression caught somewhere between terrified and radiant. His cheeks were just as red as yours felt.

Neither of you said anything at first.

Then he laughed – soft, breathless, disbelieving.

“I thought you might run the other way,” he said, voice low.

“I almost did,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “But I kinda meant it.”

His smile was slow, tentative, but real. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Without another word, he stepped forward, arms slipping around you gently, like he didn’t want to scare you away. But you melted into it, your hands gripping the back of his shirt.

The hug lingered – warm and quiet and absolutely terrifying in the best way.

You pulled back just slightly to look at him. “So… what now?”

He grinned, the nervous kind that made your heart do backflips. “Now we start whatever this is. Together.”

Seungmin (him)

Seungmin was unusually quiet today as you strolled through the park  – not in a brooding way, more in a content, peaceful kind of silence. The kind of quiet that made you feel safe. His fingers brushed yours in lazy circles as he held your hand, and every now and then, he’d bump your shoulder playfully.

You were mid-rant about the terrible instant coffee you tried earlier, flailing your arms to illustrate your suffering, when he chuckled and said it.

Not loudly. Not even on purpose, it seemed.

 “You're such an idiot, I love you.”

You froze. Mid-step, mid-sentence, eyes widening like you’d seen a ghost.

His steps slowed just half a second. A blink.

You watched his eyes widen for a split second as wekk, like even he hadn’t realized what just slipped out of his mouth. But instead of acknowledging it, he cleared his throat, casually looked up at the trees and said,

 “Did you see that squirrel just now? Super chubby.”

…Squirrel?

He nodded solemnly, like this was the most pressing matter of the moment. “Definitely been stealing picnic food.”

You gaped at him. Not because of the squirrel. Because of him.

He wasn’t looking at you. He was doing everything except look at you. Examining the sky. Adjusting his cap. Even tugging his hoodie sleeve over his hand to ‘itch his wrist,’ which he never did.

Meanwhile, internally, he was combusting. 

‘You IDIOT. It’s too early. Or is it? Did she hear it? Of course she did. She’s not even breathing. Oh god, she’s not breathing. Is she okay? What if she thinks I didn’t mean it—’

“Seungmin,” you finally croaked.

He turned to you, brows raised so innocently it was almost insulting. “Hmm?”

You opened your mouth, closed it. Your heart was racing, your cheeks hot. You were still trying to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

“You—you just—”

“I what?” he asked way too quickly.

“…The squirrel?”

He gave you a serious nod. “Yeah. Surprisingly round.”

You stared at each other.

And then, you burst out laughing. You couldn't help it. He looked so panicked behind the deadpan act, like he was hanging on by a thread and trying so hard not to make it worse. Your laughter only seemed to make him squirm more, but then – you saw the tiniest smile creep up on his lips. Still pretending nothing happened. Still pretending his heart wasn’t absolutely racing.

You leaned into his shoulder, trying to steady your breathing. “I think the squirrel’s in love with you,” you teased.

He blinked. Then looked away again, a small huff of laughter escaping him. “…That’s crazy,” he muttered. “It didn’t even get me coffee.”

You didn’t say ‘I love you too’. Not yet. But your hand squeezed his tighter.

And maybe that was enough – for now.

Inside, he was still freaking out. But outside, he was smiling.

I.N (you)

“I’ll see you tonight, right?” you said, fingers smoothing the collar of his hoodie out of reflex. You didn’t even think about it anymore. It was just something your hands did.

He caught your wrist, his fingers warm around yours. “Text me when you get there. And when you get off.”

“You say that every time,” you said, trying to make it light. Like it didn’t always twist something in your chest.

“And you never do,” he grinned, pulling you closer.

You kissed him before your nerves stoped you. Just a quick thing. Meant to be harmless. But when you pulled back, your lips still brushing his—

“I love you,” you murmured against his lips.

You didn’t mean to. Not like that. Not now. The words just slipped through before the gate could shut.

Everything stopped. Him. You. The air. Time.

Your eyes widened, the weight of what you’d said crashing into your chest like a wave. You stepped back instinctively, hand flying to your mouth like you could shove the words back in.

“I—I didn’t mean to say that,” you stammered, cheeks flaming. “Forget I said that! Oh my god.”

Jeongin blinked, then swallowed.

“You didn’t... mean it?” His voice was quiet. Not teasing this time. Just uncertain.

You shook your head too quickly. “No! I mean — I don’t know. It just slipped out. I wasn’t thinking. It’s complicated, right?” You laughed nervously, and the sound felt brittle. “I didn’t mean to make things weird.”

He looked down, then ran a hand through his hair, clearly thrown. “Okay. Yeah. No, I get it. Totally.”

A pause stretched between you, taut and trembling.

“It’s not that it’s weird,” he said finally. “It’s just… new.”

You swallowed hard, your heartbeat loud in your ears. “I just don't want to scare you off. Or pressure you. I don’t even know if I’m ready for... that. Saying those words like they’re simple.”

“Neither am I,” he said, voice low. “But maybe we don’t have to figure it all out tonight. Maybe we just... be in this.”

You gave a shaky laugh. “I’m two seconds away from jumping out the window, by the way.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I’d prefer you used the door. Less dramatic. Less broken bones.”

You cracked a smile, despite the knot in your stomach. He was still here. That meant something. “Seriously though. That was embarrassing.”

“Yeah,” he said, and his grin softened, “but I’m kind of glad you said it.”

You looked up at him, startled. “You are?”

He nodded, and this time, there was something certain behind it. “Yeah. Even if we don’t know what to do with it yet.”

For a moment, the noise of the city faded. It was just the two of you, caught in the warm glow of something unspoken – something almost said.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Not relief, exactly. Just... less panic.

“Okay,” he whispered. “But tonight – text me when you get there. And when you get off.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile didn’t wobble this time. “Yeah, yeah. I will just.. not sleep tonight, I guess.”

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Hi! I have a request & im not sure if you're taking them or if its ot8 but if you are a specific member would be han. or all whichever you decide to do. ☺️. Could it be where you say I love you for the 1st time while leaving for work, gym or studio session & you kiss them goodbye & accidentally say I love you for the 1st time then ask to forget it lol but fluffy?

Thank you so much.

love this but will probably modify it for some of the members ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

edit: wrote it -> X

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June Rain ⋅ Seungmin

You didn’t expect the soft summer rain to complement your first vacation as a couple. (A/N: you surely know those -> X)

The engine hummed softly beneath your fingertips, the highway unfurling ahead of you like a silver ribbon winding through the quiet countryside. You stole a glance at Seungmin, seated in the passenger seat, hood pulled up and a hand curled under his chin as he looked out the window. His eyes were calm and thoughtful, following the blur of green and low, cloudy skies.

It was your first holiday together – just the two of you. A small cabin, tucked away about four hours from Seoul, rented off a cute Airbnb listing that Seungmin had found and sent to you with a message that just said: 

“Too cheesy? Or just cheesy enough?”

You’d replied with a heart emoji and booked it before either of you could change your mind.

Seungmin shifted in his seat, glancing at you. “You sure you don’t want to switch soon?”

You shook your head with a small smile. “I like driving. And you’d just fall asleep behind the wheel.”

“I would not,” he said, but his grin betrayed him. “Okay, maybe I would. But I’m great company.”

“You’ve been silent for 40 minutes.”

“I’m providing comforting presence,” he countered, sitting up straighter and stretching. “But seriously, this is nice.”

It was. The air was easy between you – occasional conversation, music low in the background, and the unspoken comfort of being together with nowhere urgent to be.

By the time you arrived, the sun was playing peekaboo through the clouds, casting soft light over the wooden cabin. Nestled between gentle green hills, it looked like something out of a Ghibli movie – wooden beams, a little porch, surrounded by early summer flowers.

You stepped out of the car and stretched, breathing in the mossy air. The quiet was heavier here, soft in a way that made your shoulders drop a little. Seungmin opened the trunk but paused to take it in too, his eyes following the lazy sway of tall grasses on the hill.

A couple of hours in, the rain began. Not a storm, not a dramatic downpour – just that soft, steady June kind of pattering against the roof and windows. The kind that makes the world feel wrapped in cotton, damp and close but not unpleasant. You both stood at the window for a moment, watching it wash over the trees and the little patio outside.

“Well, so much for our hike,” Seungmin said, holding two mugs of hot coffee and handing one to you.

You shrugged and smiled over the rim of your mug, the steam warming your face as you watched a waterdrop slide down the glas. “It’s kind of nice, though.”

Later, you played music from a speaker, low and lazy, a half-read book in your lap and a small stack of board games pulled from the cabin’s shelf on the coffee table. Seungmin insisted on playing a game that he swore he remembered how to play. It turned out he didn’t. Instead, he made up the rules halfway through, and you called him out for it, but he just grinned like he knew you’d let him win anyway.

When the rain slowed to a mist, early in the afternoon, you both ventured outside. The world was painted in deeper greens, the leaves still dripping, the sky a pale gray above. The air smelled of petrichor and damp earth, with that strange, clean scent that only comes after summer rain.

You stepped carefully over a puddle to not dreanch your sneakers, holding Seungmin’s hand. “On the bright side, at least my allergies are taking the day off. Thank you, rain.”

He chuckled, feeling the pull as you stepped over the puddle. “You’re glowing with less congestion. It’s very attractive.”

“Wow. You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet.”

“I try.”

Seungmin chuckled as he followed you. As you walked beneath a low-hanging branch, a single droplet slipped from a leaf and landed squarely on Seungmin’s head. He blinked in surprise, water trickling down his forehead. “Maybe we should have actually taken the umbrella with us."

“Ah, city boy can’t handle a little rain, huh?” you teased with a smirk, reaching over to shake the clear drop off his hair.

He just smiled, looking at you a little longer than necessary. There was something in the way your cheeks flushed in the cool air, in the way you skipped over puddles and the fact that your hair slightly curled because of the damp air.

He liked this version of you – freer, softer. A little wild in the rain-damp woods.

You walked in silence for a while after that, just the two of you and the quiet hush of the world post-rain. The occasional bird call and the distant sound of water dripping from leaves.

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Hi! I love your works so much and I have been an active reader eversince I found your account! Thank you so much for writing!

If you dont mind me dropping skz's reaction ideas, here it is: they kiss y/n but y/n wipe it off to see their reaction. I am wondering how would they react and what will they do when they found out y/n is wiping it off hahahah

But it's ok if you don't consider my request! I will still read your works anyway!

hey, thank you very much! (..◜ᴗ◝..)

i'm not sure whether i can come up with 8 reactions but i like the playful aspect so maybee i'll come back to it ♡(,,>﹏<,,)

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Omg please do longer and romantic fics like these

i try :3

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Bronze ♡ Diamond ⋅ Lee Felix

Felix challenged you to a Smash match, but he wasn’t ready for your skill.

You were curled up on the couch in your boyfriend’s dorm, legs tucked under a soft blanket, the two of you sharing snacks and quiet laughter as Felix scrolled through an endless stream of TikToks. His commentary was half the entertainment.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw it, sitting untouched on the coffee table like a forgotten artifact: a Nintendo Switch.

“Ooh, is that yours?” you asked, nodding towards it.

Felix looked up from his phone. “Yeah! Have you played before?” His tone held that light, teasing note – like a dad offering to “go easy” on a kid before a board game rout.

You kept your face neutral. “Mhm… a few times.”

He perked up. “Wanna play Smash? I gotta warn you, I’m not amazing or anything. Just play for fun.”

You smiled faintly, picking up the controller. “Same. Just for fun.”

10 minutes later, Felix was staring at the screen in disbelief, watching his character being politely yeeted off the stage – again. 

“Wait, wait—what?” he sputtered, blinking in rapid succession. “How did you—how did you spike me like that?!”

You shrugged, feigning innocence with a shrug and a sugary smile. “Lucky shot?”

“Three lucky shots?!” he exclaimed, dropping his controller in dramatic defeat. “There’s no way. You said you played a few times!”

“I mean… more like a few years,” you finally admitted with a sheepish grin.

Felix’s jaw dropped. “Y/N! You played me!”

“I said I’d played before… technically true.”

He was laughing now, tossing his controller down in defeat. “You hustled me. You pro gamer hustled me!”

You shrugged with mock innocence. “You assumed I’d be bad. That was your first mistake.”

The second round was worse for him. You didn’t just win – destroyed him. Air combos, perfect dodges, even the occasional taunt.

By the third round, he just put his controller down halfway through.

“I don’t know if I’m impressed or emotionally devastated,” he groaned, collapsing backwards into the cushions.

You leaned over him, poking his cheek. “You can be both. It’s called growth, baby.”

He peeked at you with that sunshine grin that always made your heart do a backflip. “I’ve got a hot gamer girlfriend who can crush me in Smash? That’s, like, peak romance.”

Suddenly, Changbin’s voice echoed from down the hall: “DID FELIX LOSE AGAIN?!”

“Again?” you echoed softly, trying not to laugh.

“Oh yeah,” Hyunjin chimed in, sitting on the back of the couch like a perched cat. “He’s got the spirit but not the skill.”

Felix chucked a pillow at the hallway. “You’re all traitors! Leave me to mourn in peace!”

“Dude,” Chan chuckled, eyeing the game stats. “She three-stocked you.”

“I know, hyung,” Felix grumbled, covering his face with a cushion.

Then Han raised an eyebrow at you. “Wait… you’re actually good? Like good-good?””

You nodded with a bashful grin. “I’ve played since I was a kid. Just a hobby.”

Changbin let out a wheeze. “Okay, wait—so our worst gamer somehow ended up dating a lowkey pro?! That’s hilarious.”

Then, Felix turned to you, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Wait! Let’s do 2vs2! You’re obviously with me. Right, babe?”

You arched a brow, smirking. “Naturally.”

The chaos was immediate. Controllers clicked, taunts flew, and Felix got dramatically KO’d within the first minute – but not before yelling, “GO BABY!”

“YOU GUYS SAW THAT? SHE’S DODGING EVERYTHING LIKE A NINJA!”

“Y/N’S A MONSTER!” Han exclaimed.

“She’s terrifying,” Hyunjin added, watching the match from behind the couch.

The match was over within minutes as the final KO came with a dramatic slow-motion explosion. The words “VICTORY” blazed across the screen.

“I don’t even know what happened,” Han muttered. “I blinked and I was gone.”

Felix launched himself sideways onto the couch next to you. “I love you so much, please carry me again.”

Changbin groaned from the floor. “I’ve never felt more disrespected.”

Felix just beamed, arm slung around you. “You should. We crushed you with the power of love and gamer reflexes.”

You smirked. “Mostly the reflexes.”

As the next match loaded, Felix nudged you with a sly smile. “Hey babe… you ever play League of Legends?”

You just snorted and shoved him with your shoulder. “... maybe”

He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. “Maybe?”

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Stolen Breaths: Stray Kids' reactions to kissing their S/O passionately

kind of reversed version of this -> Passionate Attacks

Bang Chan

The moment Chris leaned in, his hands cradling your face, the kiss was deep and electrifying. His lips moved with an intensity that left you breathless, and when he finally pulled back, you were left staring at him in shock, your chest rising and falling.

Chris' eyes crinkled as a warm chuckle escaped him. “Was that too much?” he teased, his thumb brushing your cheek. His playful tone softened as he noticed your dazed look, his voice tender. “Sorry, baby. I just couldn’t help myself.”

Lee Know

Minho kissed you with a fiery confidence that left you momentarily stunned. When he stepped back, you clutched the counter for support, staring at him in disbelief. Your lips parted as if to say something, but nothing came out, making him smirk.

“Cat got your tongue?” he teased, leaning casually against the counter. You shook your head with a small laugh.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” you managed to say. He shrugged, still smirking. “Don’t think too hard about it, okay?”

Changbin

Changbin’s kiss was firm, passionate, and full of emotion, leaving no room for anything else in that moment. When he finally pulled away, you were gasping softly, staring up at him with wide eyes. His brows furrowed in worry as he cupped your face.

Laying your hands over his, you admitted “I… I’ve never been kissed like that before,” your voice quiet but filled with awe. His eyes widened in surprise before softening into a proud grin. “Really? Well, I guess I’ll have to make it my thing then.”

Hyunjin

Hyunjin’s lips captured yours in a kiss that felt like a whirlwind, passionate and consuming. When he finally stepped back, his eyes scanned your shocked expression, a slow, satisfied smirk forming on his face.

“I didn’t know I could leave you so breathless,” he said, his voice low and teasing. He leaned closer, his fingers gently brushing your flushed cheek, and his teasing smirk softened into a tender smile. “God, you’re beautiful.”

His words pulled you back towards him, and you whispered, “Do it again.” Without hesitation, he kissed you deeper, pulling you in closer.

Han

Han leaned in with sudden boldness, his lips meeting yours in a passionate, unrestrained kiss that left you reeling. When he pulled back, your stunned expression made him blink rapidly, his eyes wide.

“Wait… was that too much?!” he asked, his voice slightly panicked. You shook your head, still catching your breath.

“Are you trying to kill me?!” you asked, your voice a mix of surprise and admiration. He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck, but his grin turned cheeky.

“Only a little,” he said. “But if that’s the way to go, I can think of worse ways.”

Felix

Felix’s kiss was soft yet intense, his lips lingering on yours with a passion that made your heart race. When he pulled back, you stared at him, breathless and wide-eyed.

Felix froze for a moment before you broke the silence. “I didn’t know you could kiss like that,” you murmured, your voice still a little unsteady.

Felix’s cheeks turned pink as he realized the effect he had on you. “I didn’t mean to go that hard,” he said softly, his deep voice tinged with bashfulness.

Seungmin

Seungmin’s kiss was unexpected, his lips moving with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. When he pulled away, you found yourself blinking up at him, your breath hitching.

A tiny, smug grin played on his lips as he tilted his head. “Didn’t see that coming, did you?” he teased, his voice laced with sarcasm, though a faint blush crept up his neck, betraying the shyness he tried to mask.

“Next time, warn me,” you joked, trying to calm your racing heart. Seungmin smirked, his eyes twinkling. “But where’s the fun in that?”

I.N

Jeongin leaned in shyly at first, but his kiss quickly deepened, filled with an unexpected intensity that left you stunned. When he pulled back, you were left wide-eyed and breathless, staring at him in shock.

His face immediately turned bright red as he stammered, “Was that… too much?” He avoided your gaze, fiddling nervously with the hem of his shirt. But when you laid your hand on his shoulder smiling shyly, he relaxed and chuckled sheepishly. “You scared me for a second! But hey… you liked it, right?”

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Camera-Shy ⋅ Hyunjin

It drove Hyunjin crazy that you wouldn't let him capture you on camera.

It was a rare day off for him, one he had promised weeks ago to spend with you. No rehearsals, no cameras, no schedules.

Well – almost no cameras.

The moment you left the apartment, Hyunjin had slung his film camera around his neck. You hadn’t even questioned it.

Outside, the morning air was crisp, still carrying the chill of last night, but the sun was already up, casting soft light over the streets. The city was just waking up – cafés rolling up their shutters, delivery bikes zipping by, early birds walking dogs or jogging with headphones in. It was quieter than usual, slower and more peaceful.

Hyunjin walked beside you, loose and relaxed, stopping every few steps to take a shot: the way steam curled from a street vendor’s coffee cart, a cat lounging in a shop window, a trail of petals scattered down the sidewalk. He didn’t rush, he never did when he had his camera. 

You walked beside him, watching him get completely absorbed in the rhythm of capturing tiny, beautiful things.

“Stop walking for a sec,” Hyunjin said suddenly, pointing the lens in your direction. You were mid-sip of iced coffee and instinctively turned your face away, ducking behind your shoulder.

“Yah!” he whined, lowering the camera slightly. “Why do you always do that?”

You shrugged with a smirk. “I told you, I’m not good in photos. I look awkward. Like...accidentally opened front camera awkward.”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, dramatic as ever. “You don’t! You look real. That’s what makes it perfect. Just one shot, come on.”

You gave him a look. “Hyunjin, I swear, I’ll throw this coffee at you.”

“Then I’ll take a picture of that too,” he grinned, raising the camera again. This time you covered your face with your cup and started walking faster.

He groaned. “You’re literally ruining my masterpiece in the making.”

“Your masterpiece should’ve been the pigeon eating that bagel back there.”

He jogged a few steps to catch up to you, camera bouncing lightly on his chest. “Okay, but seriously, what if I just take candids? You won’t even know.”

“That’s worse,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him. “That’s like stealth photography. Creepy boyfriend behavior.”

He laughed, leaning in close, whispering conspiratorially, “But I’m your creepy boyfriend. Isn’t that different?”

You snorted. “Barely.”

Still, he kept trying. Every time you stopped to look at something – a mural on the side of a building, a weirdly shaped cloud, the flower shop on the corner – he’d sneak in a shot. You caught him every time. Turned away. Pulled your hoodie over your head. Threw your hands in front of your face like a kid being chased by a water balloon.

Eventually, he sighed dramatically, flopping onto a bench as if this rejection had physically wounded him. “You don’t know the pain of an artist denied his muse.”

You sat beside him, sipping your coffee. “You’ve taken like 50 pictures today.”

“None of them are of you.”

You nudged him with your shoulder. “Good. Now your camera’s safe from being reported for crimes.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, then suddenly raised the camera again. You yelped and tried to duck, but he clicked anyway.

“Got you!” he shouted triumphantly.

“Delete it!”

He looked down at the preview screen and smirked. “Nope. This one’s perfect. You look... annoyed. Which is accurate.”

You reached for the camera but he held it above his head like a toddler refusing to share a toy.

“Let me see it,” you said, narrowing your eyes.

He smirked. “Why? You’ll just say you hate it.”

“You said I looked annoyed,” you shot back. “Now I need to know how bad it is.”

Hyunjin hesitated for a second, then slowly lowered the camera into your hands, watching you like you were defusing a bomb. You scrolled to the latest photo – your face half-hidden, brows slightly furrowed, mouth mid-protest. Annoyed, sure. But there was something oddly… genuine about it. The way the sunlight hit your hair. The bit of a smirk trying to escape.

You handed it back. “Fine. It’s not terrible.”

His eyes lit up. “See? I told you!”

“But,” you said, holding up a finger, “if you want to keep taking pictures of me, we’re setting rules.”

Hyunjin leaned in, intrigued. “I’m listening.”

“By the end of the day, I get to see every single one. And if I don’t like one, you delete it. No arguing, no ‘but you look cute here,’ okay?”

He gave a mock gasp. “No artistic freedom?”

“Nope. Total censorship. Take it or leave it.”

He grinned. “Deal.” 

What you didn’t see – maybe could have known – was the way his fingers tightened slightly around the camera as he tucked it back into place. That quiet, glowing kind of happiness he got when he found something worth keeping. Not just for the memory.

Because now, he had references.

Angles. Lighting. Fleeting expressions. All those tiny, unguarded pieces of you.

He wouldn’t tell you yet but later, when the sun dipped low and you were curled up on the couch, he’d already be sketching.

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Helo!

I hope you are doing well!

How about making skz reaction when their baby calling them "dada/papa/appa" for the first time?

Ofc if you don't mind!

hii! that’s such a cute idea 🥺

i've thought about it for bit but i don't think i'm quite ready to write !dad fics yet. hope that makes sense ♡

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Silly Love: Stray Kids’ reactions to their S/O’s playful affection

Bang Chan

After a long day, you wrapped your arms tightly around Chris’ waist, your face snuggling into his chest. He chuckled softly and leaned down to press a kiss to your head, but his breath hitched when he felt you nose wiggle under the collar of his shirt, right against his collarbone.

He stiffened for a second before letting out the most amused chuckle.

“Wha–what are you doing down there?” he laughed, looking down with wide, amused eyes.

You giggled, nose still tucked under the fabric. “You’re warm. And your smell is comforting.”

He melted immediately. “You’re weird,” he said, grinning like an idiot as he hugged you even tighter, resting his chin on your head. “My favorite weirdo.”

Lee Know

You were in the middle of rambling about your day when Minho made a sarcastic comment. Offended, you scrunched your nose at him.

Minho blinked. “Did you just scrunch your nose at me?” he asked, mock-serious.

You did it again, this time exaggerated.

He blinked again, then smirked. “You think you're cute, huh?” He leaned in slightly, narrowing his eyes.

You faked a gasp. “Excuse you—I am cute!”

Minho scoffed lightly, clearly amused. “Don’t look at me like that,” he murmured, lips tugging into a smirk. “You know I like it when you’re weird.”

Changbin

Curled up with Changbin on the couch, your eyes drifted to his arms. Without thinking, you leaned down and gave one a soft, playful bite.

He jolted. “Did you just—?! Did you bite me?!” he exclaimed, looking both scandalized and delighted.

You shrugged innocently. “You looked... snackable – I had to.”

He stared at you, then burst out laughing. “You’re unbelievable. And dangerous,” he muttered, shaking his head but clearly loving every second.

He was still laughing as he pulled you into his chest. “You know what? Next time, I’m biting you. On the cheek. Just wait.”

“Deal,” you giggled. “I’ll take that as a toleration to bite your arm whenever I want.”

Hyunjin

Hyunjin’s hands rested peacefully in your lap as the two of you watched a drama, the room quiet except for the soft flicker of the screen. Absentmindedly, you started playing with his fingers, spinning his rings and tracing the lines of his palm, watching it catch the light.

He watched you for a while with a soft expression, then whispered, “You always do that when you're quiet... It’s cute.”

You looked up with a small smile, then laced your fingers with his again. “I like your hands,” you murmured. “They feel nice.”

He smiled, interlocking your fingers with his.

Han

You were leaning against Han, giggling at something he said, when, out of nowhere, you turned your head and gave him a quick, cat-like lick on his cheek.

Han jerks back, eyes wide in horror. “Did you just—lick me!?”

You tried to stifle your laughter, nodding proudly. “I’m just marking my territory. Like a cat.”

Han blinked, deadpan. “I need bleach,” he muttered. “Immediately.”

You leaned in again, playfully pouting. “I’m just showing you affection!”

Despite himself, he cracked a smile, covering his face. “God, why am I attracted to this?”

Felix

The two of you were nestled together under a blanket, faces centimeters apart and Felix’s freckles close enough to count. On a whim, you leaned in and booped your nose against his – once, twice, again.

He giggled softly, eyes crinkling and nuzzled back with a whisper, “Inuit kisses?”

You nodded, and he rested his forehead on yours, his voice gentle. “I love this. It's silly… but it's so us.”

Then he booped your nose back and added with a grin, “One more for luck,” before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

Seungmin

Seungmin was lying back, scrolling on his phone while you lounged beside him. You reached over and poked his side gently.

He flinched but said nothing. So, you poked him again. This time, he glanced over with a warning side-eye. By the third poke, he grabbed your hand. “You trying to start something?” he muttered.

You grinned and poke him again with your other hand. “It’s a love poke.”

He sighed dramatically, but you caught the smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. “Okay, you get five pokes a day. Any more, and I retaliate.”

He grabbed a pillow and placed it on his lap. “You’ve been warned.”

I.N

You wrapped your arms around Jeongin from behind and nuzzled your face against his back, slowly rubbing your cheek across the soft fabric of his hoodie like you were trying to soak in his warmth.

He stiffened for a second before glancing over his shoulder with a baffled smile. “What are you doing?—You’re so weird”

You paused. “Sorry… is it too much?”

He turned in your arms. “Hey,” he murmured, “I don’t mind. It’s kind of adorable.” He smirked, playful now. “Just don’t jump me out of nowhere.”

You laughed. “No promises.”

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Room 143 ⋅ Lee Know

Behind closed hotel doors, the word's quiter and time slows.

Minho wasn’t usually one to be obvious, but the pattern was becoming hard to ignore.

Once, maybe twice a week depending on how hectic his schedules were, he’d slip away. No big announcement, no drawn-out goodbyes. Just a hoodie, his mask and dressed casually but a little more put-together than a simple errand required.

At first, his members didn’t question it. Minho liked his space – always has. But they weren’t stupid. They knew about you. He didn’t keep that a secret. But where he disappeared to when the clock struck ten? That part was left vague.

He did it for you both. The dorms were cramped. There was always someone around, and even if the guys wouldn’t have minded him bringing you over sometimes, Minho valued privacy. Real privacy. The kind that couldn't be interrupted by footsteps outside the door or someone yelling down the hall.

So he booked hotel rooms.

Nothing flashy – modest places with warm lighting, clean sheets, and thick walls. Places that gave you both a few stolen hours where the rest of the world didn’t matter. 

He even used a different name.

It wasn’t that he was ashamed. Far from it. He just didn’t want to share you – not with the world, not even with the boys, not in that way. Not yet.

But the hotel stays? Those were his.

The first time he did it, he was nervous – more than he let on. His hand had hovered over the keycard before sliding it into the door.

“It’s not too much, right?” he’d asked, voice almost sheepish. “I just… wanted it to be us. Not the dorm. Not a parking lot. Just us.”

You’d kissed him before answering. That was enough.

Room 172. Room 325. Room 143. It didn’t matter. The numbers changed. The pattern didn’t.

He’d walk in, close the door behind him, and everything else melted away.  He’d find you already waiting, curled up in the soft light, and the tension in his shoulders would melt.

There, he didn’t have to hold back. He could touch you like he wanted to. Kiss you until you were breathless. Make you whisper his name in that tone only he got to hear.

“Been thinking about this all week,” he’d murmur against your skin, his hands already under your shirt, “Every time I’m in the practice room, I imagine you here.”

Time moved differently in those rooms. Hours passed in minutes, tangled up in sheets. Open-mouthed kisses. Soft gasps. Lingering fingertips. I love you’s that tasted like a promise. You made each other forget the world existed outside those four walls.

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Back at the dorm, the guys were catching on.

“Hyung’s vanishing again,” Hyunjin muttered, sipping his drink. “And don’t act like none of you are curious.”

“Where does he even go? It’s not the gym. He’s not rehearsing. He’s not with us. He’s definitely not alone,” Seungmin added, eyes narrowed.

Felix leaned back, grinning. “You think it’s his girlfriend?”

A beat passed.

“Duh,” Han said. “But where’s he taking her?”

Changbin smirked. “Somewhere soundproof, obviously.”

They all cracked up, but none of them pried. Not seriously. Because even if they didn’t know the hotel name, or the room number, they knew enough.

And Minho? He didn’t confirm a thing. 

He just came back every time with a calm he couldn’t fake, and a faint perfume scent clinging to him that definitely wasn’t his.

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Fashion Betrayal: Stray Kids' reactions to finding out their S/O asked their gay BFF for spicy fashion advice

request: "[...] I just wanted a reaction of stray kids finding out you ask for your gay bestie advice in sexy clothes" A/N: hope it's ok :3

Bang Chan

Chris paused mid-sip of his water, staring at you like he misheard. “…Your friend?” His brows lifted. “For fashion advice?”

There was a beat of silence. Then a soft chuckle escaped him – half disbelief, half amused. He leaned back, eyes narrowing just a little as he gives you a look.

“Wait, so let me get this straight – you dressed like that, and went to him?” He pointed vaguely at you.

Before you could explain, he launched into a ramble, hands waving. “Not that I have anything against it or—like I’m not saying you can’t or shouldn’t—like I’m not forbidding you or anything—I can do fashion advice too! I’ve styled—I know what looks good on you, I–”

You cut him off with a kiss – quick and deliberate.

He blinked. Mouth finally shut. Slightly flustered.

Then his voice lowered, and he smirked. “…So. You really wanted a second opinion, huh?”

Lee Know

He blinked at you, completely expressionless. “So… you asked someone else what I’d find sexy.”

You shrugged. “Asking another person was the point. I didn’t just want to throw on something that makes my butt look good and call it a day. I wanted more than that. I wanted a full outfit.”

He scoffed, a small smirk tugging at his lips, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. His gaze slid over the outfit again, slower this time, but his expression stayed carefully neutral. “…It looks fine. I guess.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Just fine?”

“Yeah. It's okay. Whatever,” he said, shrugging with a little too much casualness. “I’m not gonna be thinking about it when you’re not wearing it later anyway.”

Changbin

He crossed his arms, eyes narrowing slightly as he leaned against the doorway. “So you put that on… looked in the mirror… and said, ‘You know who needs to see this? My male friend.’”

You raised an eyebrow, trying not to smile. “He's my best friend. And he's gay.”

Changbin ran a hand through his hair, chuckling. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m not jealous, okay? I’m not that guy.” He stepped closer, eyes scanning you from head to toe. “I’m not gonna lie, though – you look really good. Like, too good.”

He stopped right in front of you, tilted his head, and dropped his voice a bit more. “But just so you know... the sexiest thing you could wear?” He leaned in. “Is my hoodie... or nothing at all.”

Hyunjin

Hyunjin gasped. “Hold up…You went to him for fashion advice? In that outfit? Do you know who I am?”

He stepped closer, eyes trailing over you with exaggerated offense. “I’m literally a global fashion icon. And you’re out here cheating on me with your gay best friend for styling tips?”

You giggled, trying to speak, but he cut you off with mock betrayal.

“I feel… betrayed. Stabbed. And you wore that dangerously divine outfit before I got to see it? In public? Oh, the betrayal. Wow.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re being ridiculous.”

He placed a hand over his heart, then grinned. “You owe me, babe. A private fashion show. Just for me. Front row. No best friend allowed.”

Han

“Wait, wait, wait—you went to him... in that outfit... for advice?!” Han's eyes widen so far back you half-expect them to roll right out of his skull.

You blink, slowly, already bracing yourself. “…Yeah? He’s literally gay, babe.”

“Ohhh, so now we’re just out here serving LOOKS to our gay besties like we’re auditioning for a Victoria’s Secret runway—okay cool cool cool.”

You nearly choked on your drink, laughing. “Hannie, it’s not that deep—”

“Not that deep?! If I walked into my gay best friend’s apartment shirtless, asking which gray sweatpants make my butt look best, you’d be SCREAMING.”

Your jaw drops open, more offended by the mental image than the accusation. “...Wait, do you even have a gay best friend?”

He waved a hand. “Doesn’t matter. I’m gonna find one and ask him exactly what kind of pants make my butt look snack-level good. See how you like it!”

Felix

“So... just to clarify, you picked the thirstiest outfit you own and went to someone other than your boyfriend for validation?”

You nodded, half-laughing but suddenly aware of how it might’ve looked.

Felix hummed, his tone playful but with a tiny pout forming. “Babe, I trust you, I do. It's just—Was he helpful at least?”

“Yeah, but it’s not like that. You know that,” you say a bit more softly.

He tilted his head, still smiling, but his voice lowered into a teasing murmur. “Alright, alright. But now I’m curious… think he’s got any advice for me?” he winked. “Maybe I could use some expert insight—”

“NONONONO,” you cut in quickly, hands flying up. You knew exactly how pretty your boyfriend was and how easily people fell for him.

Felix bursted out laughing, clearly delighted by your reaction. “Aww, someone’s jealous~”

You crossed your arms. “You're already too pretty. No help needed.”

Seungmin

Seungmin looked up from his phone with a flat expression. “Ah… So that’s why you didn’t look like a potato sack today.”

You gaped. “Wow. Rude.”

He crossed his arms, lips tugging into a teasing smirk. “You went to your best friend for advice, didn’t you?”

You hesitate, then nod slowly. “Okay, yeah… I wanted a second opinion.”

Seungmin let out a dramatic sigh, flopping onto the couch. “I knew it. The moment I saw you, I thought: ‘She doesn’t look like she got dressed with her eyes closed for once.’”

“Hey!” You threw a pillow at him. “Are you seriously jealous right now?”

Seungmin catched the pillow with one hand, grinning. “No. I’m just offended. I exist. I have eyes. And taste.”

I.N

Jeongin stared at you like you’d grown a second head. “Wait. You asked him for advice. In that outfit?”

You raised a brow. “He’s my friend. I wanted feedback.”

He squinted. “Right, right. So you put that on, looked in the mirror, and thought, ‘Hmm, I could ask my boyfriend… but nah, let me show this look to someone else first.’”

You snorted. “I did ask you. You said you were busy!”

His mouth opened like he was going to argue, then paused. “…Too busy to look at you like that? You seriously think I wouldn’t drop everything if I saw that?”

You stepped closer, hands on his chest. “Jeonginnie~ don’t pout.”

“I’m not pouting,” he muttered, clearly pouting. “I just… missed my chance.”

You gave him a teasing smile, tilting your head. “Well, maybe next time you’ll check your messages a little faster, Mr. I’m busy.”

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[ivyues]

I don’t know if this is unhealthy since I do have two gay best friends I ask advice from all the time I just wanted a reaction of stray kids finding out you ask for your gay bestie advice in sexy clothes

nono, that's not what i meant – don't worry

i think i can come up with something (just to be sure, you mean male or female gay best friend?)

edit: i wrote it -> X

[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 (｡>﹏<)