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⭑ han jisung. ⓘ han comforting reader after her parents said something to her.

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ꪆ୧ 𝒶n 𓈒 𓈒 ⭑ okay whoa. this is probably the angstiest-angst fic i’ve written till date for the skz fandom and… yeah. it’s a little bit heavy. i js wanted to say: please take care of yourselves. no one is allowed to belittle you or make you feel bad about yourself. no one. not your friends, not social media, not even your own parents or siblings. if you’re going through anything, i’m always here and i love you <3

ꪆ୧ 𝓌arnings + tags 𓈒 𓈒 ⭑ vent!fic , not proofread (when is it ever) , heavy angst to comfort , mentions of death , verbal abuse , hella emotional angst , poor parenting , toxic parents ; please don’t read further if you’re triggered by themes of suicide, verbal abuse or death [mental health is a serious topic, and my ask box & dms are always open to talk about anything, at all times <3] , lowkey self-indulgent and there’s more angst than han lmao sorry ;

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“what are you even doing with your life? hm?” your father screamed at you. he stood up angrily and you flinched. 

“do you have any idea how much you stress me out, everyday?” your mother questioned.

“all we’re asking you to do is study. we keep telling you that you aren’t doing well enough, but you won’t listen either!”

“at this rate, maybe we should just push her off the roof or something. it’s the only way we’ll ever get any peace.”

your heart stopped for a moment. your breathing quickened slightly. tears threatened to flow down your face, but you managed to keep them at bay for a while longer. 

your chest ached with the pain of being unwanted by your own parents. 

was it really that easy to hate you? to want you… gone?

oh, the irony. the two people responsible for your creation were the ones who wanted your existence to cease. 

the next day, you spent rotting in your room. studying without breaks and writing essays till your hand cramped. you were trying to do anything to get your attention away from the previous day.

your mother asked you to aplogise to your father, for making him angry. you nodded, but didn’t apologise. you were the one who lost a piece of herself yesterday, not him. 

you didn’t see any of your friends because you had no school nor academy classes since it was a sunday. that only made the pain worse. 

on monday, you woke up confused.

did I imagine everything? was it your paranoia and overthinking?

but then you got your answer when your father walked past you, as if you were strangers. he put on his shoes and left to his workplace without a glance. 

without a care for his only daughter whose heart he broke. 

that evening, you went to your academy classes. you had no energy left to talk to your friends, or even smile at them. you just listened to minho and felix bicker about cats, seungmin plotting something with jeongin, and the rest of them studying or talking to each other. 

you entered, kept a straight face, and willed yourself not to think about your father’s words. you failed. 

‘maybe we should just push her off the roof or something. it’s the only way we’ll ever get any peace.’

han and hyunjin pestered you about an hour into classes. 

“what’s wrong with her?” hyunjin asked.

“y/n-ah! what happened?” han continued. 

“nothing,” you said, forcing a smile onto your face. it looked fake, felt fake. who cares though, right? “I laughed at your jokes just now, see? so, i’m fine!” you said, a little too cheerfully. bullshit logic, you could hear minho say in his mind. his gaze was piercing the side of your head.

they left you alone for a few minutes before han poked your side. “you gonna tell me what’s going on?” he whispered, while the others continued chatting away.

“I told you, ji. i’m fine. nothing’s wrong. look, i’m even smiling. isn’t that enough?” you exaggerated a smile at him and shook your head. 

“you think that’s believable? you’re a terrible actress,” he sighed. 

he kept trying to get you to talk to him, say anything, but the most he had gotten out of you were a few laughs here and there when he made stupid jokes.

as soon as classes ended, you made a beeline for the exit. 

han caught your wrist and pulled you back, letting the rest of the students file out first.

“will you let me go if I tell you what’s wrong?” you sighed, annoyance rising. 

“yes!” he nodded eagerly, and waited. 

a beat skipped. 

“my parents yelled at me.” you paused. “it’s happened before, it’s fine. it was about me not studying enough and stuff like that.” you half-lied. 

“oh, that’s normal. right? i’ve heard them so many times. the usual high school experience—”

you finally snapped.

“I doubt ‘the usual high school experience’ includes being told by your own father that you’re better off dead.” you said, finally, without missing a beat. you sucked in a breath, and smiled at him. “it’s not that deep, or whatever. i’m leaving now. and don’t worry, I won’t be doing anything stupid to myself, if you’re worried about that.” you walked away as quickly as possible.

han caught up with you soon. curse those long legs of his.

“y/n. please. listen to me,” he pleaded. 

you nodded reluctantly. 

“you know this is a crucial time in our lives. we have important exams this year, so of course our parents would be worried about how much we study, right?”

“trust me, I know that, of course I do, ji, but it’s very different when something you think about so many times is actually voiced out in words, especially if it’s said by your own parents.” you tried not to start crying.

“sometimes they’ll say something harsh, but in the end, they want the best for us, don’t they? they just wanted to tell you to study better, i’m sure they didn’t mean the other stuff.”

“oh, please. I doubt ‘wanting the best’ for someone doesn’t include admitting you don’t want them to even live.” you scoffed angrily.

were you being bitter and immature? yes. did you think you were allowed to be? also yes.

“look. no matter what, i’m always here for you. so, you can always talk to me,” he said, his gaze softening. 

“that’s probably the only reason i’m still alive, honestly,” you admitted softly, meeting his gaze. 

his eyes brimmed with a few tears that didn’t fall. he looked away quickly. 

his hands were holding yours now, and his thumb was rubbing against the back of your hands. 

“i’m sorry I shut you out today. I shouldn’t have done that,” you admitted. “I just—I just didn’t know what to do with myself.”

he hummed, signalling to me that he was still listening. 

“because,” you sniffled. “because, i’m going to be honest about what happened: he literally just said ‘maybe we should just push her off the roof or something. it’s the only way we’ll ever get any peace.’ word to fucking word.”

han’s gaze hardened, but he didn’t say anything. 

“I did not survive the night easily, hah.” you let out a pained, humourless chuckle. “I cried for so long while going to sleep and my mother came into my room once and said ‘don’t do anything to yourself’ as if the consequences of anything I would do to myself would weigh on her conscious. as if she was just scared about what repurcussions she would have to face if she wound up with a dead child, and no remorse for the child herself.”

by the time you finished, your heart was racing. you could barely breathe through your nose and you had to gasp through your mouth a little to take in enough air.

han pulled you into a tight hug, resting his chin on the top of your head. 

“oh, my love. my beautiful y/n. i’m so sorry. you don’t deserve any of this.” he whispered into your hair. 

“you didn’t do anything wrong, hannie,” your voice broke a little. “don’t apologise for something that wasn’t yours to apologise for, in the first place.”

tears streamed down your face, wetting his shirt.

tears from his own eyes fell into your hair. 

your bodies moulded into one another. 

sobs racked through your body.

you took a painful breath.

“i’m sorry.”

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Hii!! I absolutely adore your work, especially your 9th member stuff!

I was wondering if there was anyway to write an imagine where the reader is the second oldest hyung (younger than Chan but older than Minho) and acts like a mother figure occasionally. And her and Chan are super close (possibly secretly dating?) and the other members start to catch on during little moments during interviews and stuff like that.

Or even just short blurts/headcannons of something like “Chan and y/n being in love for 5 minutes straight.”

I totally get that this is a lot to ask, so if you want to tweak it that is completely up to you! You don’t even have to do this if you don’t want to. xx 🩵

hi thank you sm <3 this is cute. i liked the idea of doing a short headcanon sort of thing, so here . . .

"hyung, are you in love with y/n?"

pairing: bang chan x fem 9th member!reader

summary: chan can't hide how smitten he is, and skz begins to catch on . . .

genre: idol!au, 9th member!au, fem!reader i think, just pure fluff, maybe a little suggestive idk?? there's literally nothing else to write tbh this is just super short and sweet (like chan) who said that omg it wasn't me . . .

a/n: yep

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Smitten!Chan who can't help but stare at you during interviews; his gaze always drifts to you even when you're not the one talking. He tries so hard to pay attention, he really does, but he just can't help it; you look so pretty, with your makeup done and your hair styled so perfectly.

Smitten!Chan who can't stop a little smile from curling the corners of his mouth when you smile just at him; he covers it up with a hand, seemingly brushing something off his lip, but he knows it won't fool anyone. He's all lingering touches, on your lower back, your cheek, your hair when he pats it, your arms when he adjusts your position in the choreo.

Smitten!Chan whose hand stays just a little too long to be innocent or friendly. Has a little chain bracelet with your initial on it tucked down his forearm, unseen and covered by his long sleeves. Never takes it off, and you wear yours around your ankle, the tiny 'CB' almost invisible. You know, unless someone looks a little too close...

Smitten!Chan who steals kisses in the dressing room, fighting not to kiss you too hard, otherwise he'll ruin your perfect makeup. You have to push him off once you hear the members coming down the hallway, but it's a struggle when he wants to keep you in his arms. His hand brushes yours as you both walk down to the backstage area. He can't help but steal glances at you when he's motivating the members with his usual hype speech.

Smitten!Chan who has to fight the urge to kiss you in front of Stay. He wants the whole world to know so badly; but he knows you wouldn't be comfortable with that right now, so he holds back. Expect to be called to his room for a quick 'discussion'. Long story short, Jeongin walked in at the wrong time and saw you both in each other's arms, faces close to each other. Talk about traumatising.

Smitten!Chan who frantically waves his hands, shushing him, and quickly runs to clamp a hand over his mouth. You can't fight the giggles when Chan sits him down on the bed, trying to get him to keep quiet. Jeongin's accusatory glance is enough to make you let out a giggle, and enough for Chan to exasperatedly glance at you out of the corner of his eye.

Smitten!Chan who gives up and lets Jeongin-whisper rant at both of you, making frantic hand-gestures, trying to madly piece together how you both ended up as a couple. It doesn't take him long, but by then you're on the floor, wheezing. A slight smile escapes Chan's mouth and he raises his hands in defeat. He lifts a pinky to make Jeongin promise not to tell the other members, a stern look on his face, though you can tell part of him has given up on keeping you both secret.

Smitten!Chan who gasps and almost jumps out of his skin when the door flies open, the lock giving way, and the members tumble into the room in a heap. Minho stands behind them all with his phone filming, and there's a smirk on his face that clearly communicates 'this was my idea'. Chan slaps a palm over his forehead before the both of you are tackled to the floor by the maknaes.

Smitten!Chan who watches Minho's video later with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, cheeks tinging pink at the way you look, giggling and flushed and pretty. He has to turn the video off before tangling himself in the sheets, a grin spreading his face, the rustling of the bed and several excited squeaks the only sounds as a result of his cuteness-aggression.

Smitten!Chan who finally falls asleep with the video still playing, drifting off into sleep with the faint knowledge that he'll have to confront his members tomorrow. No doubt they'll be as loud and excitable as they were tonight, but at least it'll be easier with you by his side. The faint volume of the video's audio plays in the background, and Felix's excitable, disbelieving voice plays in a faint, muted loop in the stillness of the night.

"Hyung, are you in love with Y/n?"

a/n: chan and the colour red just go so well together 🔥

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i dont 😭 I stopped because of a leg injury around 5 years ago, but I still love it <33

hiii <3 I was totally not stalking your carrd when I found out a lot of common stuff 🤭

i used to figure skate too 😭🫶 and we’re both scorpios and just a year apart 🫶🫶

Ong the carrd was soooo long ago! I totally forgot it and sm has changed since then…

Crazy tho! That means we’re meant to be 😛💗 you used to fs?? Omg do you u still do it?

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❪ ⭑ ❫ starlight: chapter 10───lee know.

10. starlight lyrics.

(products of the system)

aren’t we all just,

products of the system?

but for once, can’t we just be,

starlight and moonbeams?

(starlight and moonbeams)

[ rap ]

그리고 언젠가, 우리는 별빛과 달빛, 이 될 거야, 그치?

(geurigo eonjenga, urineun byeolbit gwa dalbit, i deol geoya, geuchi?)

(translation: and one day, we’ll be starlight and moonbeams, won’t we?)

별들이 나에게 속삭였어, “사랑에 빠졌니?” 그리고 나는 쑥스러워서 피했어.

(byeoldeuri naege soksageosseo, “salange ppajyeonni?” geurigo naneun ssuksureowoseo pihaesseo.)

(translation: the stars whispered to me, “are you in love?” and I shied away.)

사랑에 빠졌니?

(salange ppajyeonni?)

(translation: are you in love?)

사랑에 빠졌니?

(salange ppajyeonni?)

(translation: are you in love?)

[ chorus ]

(products of the system)

aren’t we all just,

products of the system?

but for once, can’t we just be,

starlight and moonbeams?

(starlight and moonbeams)

because when the starlight fades,

where will we be?

tomorrow morning we’ll wake up,

and still be nothing

in the grand scheme of everything.

original lyrics. hyuneskkami.2025.

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𝓌e 𝒷oth 𝓁ike 𝒶pple 𝒸ider

track 01 of 09, a broken cd

⌗ 𓂃 ۪ class rivals to lovers, student!lee minho x f!student!reader ☕ ິ ⊹ ˙ 𓇼 ╰┈➤ ꒰ next. ꒱ [ ] content warnings slowly burn like painfully slow, physical touch (later), pet names (later), secret relationship (later), seungmin wilding, y/n hates minho yet kinda likes him at the start ??, self doubt

— friday, 30th may

i sat at my desk waiting for my name to be called out, the clock ticked, i knew he would beat me in this test. my name was called. 38/40. he has definitely beat me.

i sit defeated again. a strange feeling of happiness yet strong hatred rises all directed towards him, lee minho. the smart, haunting mystery who no one can ever seem to top. he has no track record of any romance or a single test where he has only got one single answer wrong.

i lean back in my chair letting it all sink in, his smug face as he glances at me, his soft brown eyes, whilst alluring he’s a blood sucker, the person i despise the most. somehow, when ever he’s around he’s all i think about, he looks perfect.

— monday, 2nd june

“y/n”…. a cold voice mutters mid science class, minho… i think to my self trying to suppress my feelings of allure towards him, “i need the sodium” and so he grabs it out of my hand.

𓍼 ݁ ˖ ✧ 𝓐 uthors note ੭♡ৎ

extremely short first chapter ik TT but i wanted to kinda really show the slow burn aspect making the first chapter short and increasing the chapter length as i go on yk ?? anyway i hope u enjoyed it chapter 2 will be out asap ill keep u all updated about it bye bye !!

xo, eun

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Anesthesia>>OT8

chan:

You looked up at the hospital ceiling, slowly blinking as all came into sight. Well… almost all.

"Y/N?" you heard a soft voice. Familiar. Australian.

Your head rolled sideways. "CHAN!!" you wheezed, as if he were a celebrity you'd just run into on the street.

"Yeah, it's me," he laughed, kneeling next to the hospital bed. "You okay?"

"You have the most gorgeous eyelashes," you said to him seriously, leaning forward to touch his face but missing by a mile and jabbing his neck instead. "Are you an angel?"

Chan smiled, intercepting your hand before you could touch his ear. "You're still a little buzzed, huh?"

You nodded solemnly. "I'm not supposed to eat Jell-O anymore. I made it fight me. It won."

".what?"

You gasped suddenly, holding on to his shirt. "Chan, you have to tell my mom something very important."

"Okay, what is it?"

"Tell her I want a pet giraffe. And name it. Salsa."

He blinked. "Giraffe. Salsa."

You nodded. "And I need a lil hat for it. A lil cowboy hat."

"Okay. Cowboy giraffe named Salsa. I'll take care of it."

You grinned. "You're so sweet. Will you marry me?"

Chan coughed over his laugh. "Let's get you off the anesthesia before we plan the wedding, yeah?"

You pouted. "Fine. But I'm wearing the dress. No bargaining."

Minho:

You winced at the ceiling light, blinking. "Is that the sun? Am I in the sky? Did I die?"

A sigh came from your left. "You're literally in the hospital, dumbass."

You rolled your head and gasped. "MINHO?!"

"Yes."

Your eyes went wide. "Are you real? Or are you a hallucination sent by Soonie, Doongie, and Dori?"

Minho furrowed his eyes. "You bonked your head and now you're blaming my cats?"

"I was approaching them," you complained, very seriously. "But the floor betrayed me."

He rolled his eyes but his smirk betrayed him. "You're so dramatic."

"I'm an artist," you said, reaching out to boop his nose—but instead, you booped your own and frowned. "Wait. This isn't your nose."

"Nope. Yours."

You sat up (bad idea) and promptly flopped back down. "Ugh. The room is doing a TikTok transition."

Minho fought not to laugh. "That's the anesthesia. Stop wiggling."

You looked at him dazedly. "You're so cute. Like a sexy elf."

".what is that even supposed to mean?"

"You know," you breathed. "Like if Legolas had attitude and leather pants."

Minho snorted. "You need to sleep."

You shot him a suspicious glance. "You're not gonna swipe my socks when I'm out, are you?"

He blinked. "Why would I—?"

"They're cat socks. You love cats."

".I'm leaving."

"Stealing them, aren't you?? MINHO DON'T LET THE CATS TURN YOU EVIL—

Changbin:

"Is it over?" you asked, eyes flashing open.

Changbin leaned over you, a relieved look on his face. "Yeah, it's over. You were so brave."

You wheezed. "Binnie… are you a nurse? Wait… are you my mom?"

".what."

"I knew it. You give comforting vibes. Comfort mommy vibes."

Changbin was struggling to breathe. "I'm not your mom, Y/N."

"Then why are you holding my hand like one?"

"You grabbed me first!"

You looked down at your own hand holding his in a death grip. ".Oh. Sorry. You just have soft hands. Like a marshmallow with a gym membership."

He blinked. "That's weirdly specific."

You sat up slowly, looking at him like he held the keys to the universe. "Binnie. I have a confession."

".Yeah?"

"I was trying to be as strong as you. That watermelon betrayed me."

He closed his mouth to keep from laughing. "It's okay. Happens to the best of us."

"No. Listen." You leaned in dramatically. "It looked light. It smelled light. But on the inside… it was evil."

He nodded gravely. "Evil melon. Got it."

You nodded as if you were imparting secrets. "Tell the others. Watermelons are tricksters."

"Sure. I'll let the whole group chat know."

You fell back against the pillow and took a deep breath. "You're my hero. I'm going to name a gym after you. 'Changbin's Buff Bunker.'"

He gasped. "That actually is kind of cool—"

"And away in the corner. a snack bar. Just for me."

".never mind.".

Hyunjin:

You groaned softly as the hospital ceiling slowly came into view. ".Is this heaven? It's kinda ugly."

A light touch of a hand landed on your arm. "Y/N, it's me—Hyunjin."

Your eyes popped open. "Hyunjin?!"

He smiled, leaning in closer. "Yeah. You okay?"

You stared at him, deadpan serious. ".Are you a painting?"

He blinked. "Huh?"

"You're too handsome. I don't believe it. You're giving. Michelangelo with a K-pop filter."

Hyunjin laughed, covering his face. "Okay, anesthesia is hitting hard."

You gasped in shock. "Wait! What did happen to the plant?!"

".what plant?"

"The one I killed. The one I fell on. Did it survive?!"

He pressed his lips shut in a bid to suppress laughter. "No, Y/N. You completely annihilated it. That plant is killed."

You looked utterly devastated. "I killed a plant for art. I'm a monster."

Hyunjin tousled your hair playfully. "You'll be excused. It was a dramatic fall. I'd give it a rock-solid 9.5."

"Not a 10?"

"You fell on your butt haha."

You gasped again. "You saw?!"

"I helped get you up!"

You glared at him as if you just discovered gravity. "Hyunjin, if you loved me, you would lie and tell me it was beautiful."

"I love you," he whispered, fighting not to smile. "But I also love the truth."

You reached out and dramatically clutched his sleeve. "Bury me with the plant."

".What.".

Han:

"Y/N?" a voice you were familiar with whispered. "You okay?"

You slowly opened your eyes. "Am I in… the cheese dimension?"

Han leaned over your bed, already laughing. "You're in the hospital, Mozzarella Queen."

You gasped, clutching your throat. "Is the cheese still inside me?! I feel. powerful."

Han snorted. "No, they got it out. You survived."

You sat up way too fast and promptly fell back down. "THEY TOOK MY CHEESE SOUL."

"Your jaw's dislocated."

"FOR FLAVOR, JISUNG."

He was crying outright now. "Okay, okay. Calm down. You're still high as a kite."

You gazed at him, stone-faced. "Promise me something."

"Anything."

"If I don't make it… delete my Spotify history."

"…What's on it?"

"A four-hour loop of goat screams remixed with lo-fi beats."

Han wheezed. "I—WHY?!"

"It relaxes me. Like ocean waves. But discordant."

You theatrically grasped his hand. "Jisung… if I have to eat soft foods for the rest of my life… will you still love me?"

He smiled. "Even if the only thing you could ever consume was mashed potatoes and regret."

"Wow. That's… so romantic."

"You're actually crying right now."

"I just thought of the mozzarella stick."

Felix:

You opened your eyes, blinking, feeling confused. ".Why is everything so bright? Am I in the oven now?"

A low, warm chuckle came beside you. "You're not in the oven, silly."

Your head rolled slowly. "FELIX?!"

He smiled, his chin resting on the edge of your bed. "Yeah, I'm here."

Your eyes widened. "Did you bake me?? Tell me the truth. Did you turn me into a human brownie?"

".No. But I would eat you up if I could."

You gasped. "FELIX?!"

"I didn't mean it in a perverted manner—!"

You threw your arm over your face. "I'm too tasty to be left alone with you."

Felix was laughing so hard he was crying now. "I literally can't handle you right now."

You poked out from under your arm. "Wait… say something."

"Huh?"

"Anything. Just talk. Your voice is like melted chocolate wrapping around my soul."

He blinked. "Uh… okay… 'Get well soon, sweetie.'

You made a noise like a dying blender. “There it is. The vocal chest kiss.”

Felix tilted his head, trying not to lose it. “Chest kiss?”

You nodded solemnly. “That’s what your voice does. It kisses people. In the chest. Emotionally.”

“…I don’t even know what that means.”

You reached out to boop his nose but missed and poked his cheek. “You’re my favorite brownie.”

“You’re literally the one who burned your foot making them.”

“Yeah. That’s love.”

Seungmin:

You opened your eyes slowly. ".Why does my head feel like mashed potatoes?"

A deep breath from the side. "You're awake. And, unfortunately."

Your eyes shifted over to glance at Seungmin in the visitor chair, arms crossed, looking disgruntled.

You squinted at him. "Oh no. Am I in hell?"

"No, just the hospital. Close enough."

You gulped. "You followed me here? That's so romantic."

"It was literally part of my job to make sure that you didn't die."

You clutched at his arm dramatically. "You do care."

"I care that I don't have to break it to the others you died of a sock."

You blinked. "The sock betrayed me."

"I told you so."

"I was gliding, Seungmin. I was gliding like a regal penguin—"

"You were gliding like a wounded llama."

You glared at him as if betrayed. "That's rude. Llamas are elegant. Ish."

He moved closer, a smirk on his face. "Do you even remember what happened?"

You hesitated for a moment. ".I screamed 'FOR GLORY' and then suddenly the chair materialized out of thin air."

"That chair's been there since 2004."

"IT MOVED. I SWEAR."

Seungmin pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're fortunate you didn't break anything."

"You know what else is lucky?" you said, deadpan. "That you get to see me like this."

He stared at you. "Delusional."

You thumbs upped. "But loveable."

Jeongin:

You opened your eyes and looked around dramatically. “Where is my horse?”

Jeongin’s jaw dropped. “YOU’RE AWAKE?!”

You turned to him with the most intense stare. “I was on a noble steed. His name was Buttercup. He had stickers.”

“…You mean the plastic horse outside the grocery store?”

“DON’T DISRESPECT BUTTERCUP.”

Jeongin blinked. “Okay okay sorry.”

You suddenly burst out crying. "He trusted me, Jeongin. And I betrayed him. I fell off during the yee. Before I even haw."

He covered his mouth to avoid laughing. "You've been out from under anesthesia for like twenty minutes and you're already more dramatic than Hyunjin."

"Thank you. That means so much."

He went to check your IV and you screamed. "AHH! Are you a doctor?!"

"No! It's just me!"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "You look different. Did you get hotter?"

Jeongin's face went red. "WHAT?! No—! Stop—!"

"You did. You're glowing. Like a little fairy prince. A hot fairy prince."

"You did! You're shining like that. You little fairy prince of the night. Hot fairy prince."

"Y/N PLEASE—"

"Marry me so I can have nice skin."

"I—WHAT?"

You prodded his cheek. "Soft. Just like your soul."

Jeongin's ears turned bright red. "I'm telling the nurse to put you BACK under."

"I dare you."

"…You're crazy."

You grinned proudly. "But cute."

[jsngprk-vhs]

choose your own adventure - hyunjin ver.

pairing: hyunjin x 9th member fem!reader

summary: a choose-your-own-story where hyunjin asks you to be his plus one. based off this chan post.

genre: idol!au, fem!reader, 9th member!au, mentions of eating and drinking, this fic (if you can even call it that) is just super fluffy and playful. nothing much really but if i have missed anything comment and let me know !

a/n: we're switching it up and trying something new . . .

how it works: read until you get to a choice. pick one image, and then go to the number and description below it, and read that part. scroll down to the heart, where it says 'your turn' and keep reading until the next choice. i hope it's not too confusing but it seems pretty self-explanatory i think. hope you guys have fun with this one, if you enjoyed it comment below ! might make some other versions soon <3 this is a fic where you can go back and choose different choices to make the story just how you like it .

happy reading from ttokki !!

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A quiet sigh escapes your lips as you headed out of your vocal lesson. Shutting the door behind yourself, you began to head down the hallway, pressing a hand to your throat.

That vocal practice felt like it took ages, and your instructor hadn't been in the best mood this morning.

Oh well, you think. At least it's over.

Tipping your waterbottle up to quench your thirst and soothe your throat, you groan as nothing comes out. Sighing and tossing the plastic bottle into a bin, you turn down the hallway, intending to go to the cafe and buy a drink.

Staff members, trainees, and other artists take up seats in the JYPE cafe, laughing, chatting, having meetings, and walking around. You walk up to the counter, waiting in line, and then order a cold drink.

Taking your receipt, you turn and look around, trying to spot a place to sit. Someone taps your shoulder.

You turn around.

"Hey, Hyune," you say. "Thought you had a shoot."

He scratches the back of his head meekly. "I did, but I got out of it. Apparently something went wrong with their cameras."

You poke him playfully in the side as you both move to claim a table.

"Broke them with your beauty, huh?" You tease, sitting down.

Hyunjin flops down in the chair opposite you, grinning as he taps the edge of the table with two fingers. "Something like that."

You smile and thank the server as she comes and places your drink down in front of you. She nods back with a smile and walks away. You waste no time in taking huge, icy gulps of your drink, gasping in relief as the cool, flavoured liquid floods your body.

Hyunjin watches you intently. His eyes flicker to the ice in your drink, big, solid cubes clinking together as you stir the liquid around with your straw.

"Hey," he says hesitantly. You look up.

"Yeah?"

"Um, I had something I wanted to tell you."

You tilt your head and stir your drink the opposite way, taking another gulp. "Shoot."

"So, you know the Versace event I was talking about yesterday at dance practice?" Hyunjin says, sitting up a little straighter.

"Mhm," you say, fiddling with your straw in interest. "What about it? You got invited, right?"

"Yeah," he says. "And it's tonight, and I only just got informed I needed a plus-one to the event."

"Oh," you say.

Choice 1: How does Hyunjin ask you to be his plus-one to the event? Select one.

If you chose...

(1) Iced coffee:

Hyunjin sits up suddenly then, laughing nervously. His fingers tap faster on the table.

"So, um... Kind of a long shot, but I was hoping you'd, um, sort of- Come with me?" He waves his hands frantically. "It's- Um, I know it's super last-minute and you might have something else to do, but I really wanted you to accompany me there... If you want to, of course."

"There's no pressure." He adds, rubbing the back of his neck.

(2) Fizzy blue soda:

Hyunjin sits up, pulling something out from his pocket. He slides an ivory letter across the table, delicate paper sealed with a little flower stamp. He nods for you to open it, so you do. You read the paper inside:

"Y/n,

This Versace event is a place where everything will glow, and I find myself longing to share the evening with someone who will shine the same way.

If you'd be willing, I would love to take you along as my plus-one, my esteemed guest. Only if you wish to, however.

RSVP with a single, affirmative word.

H.H"

(3) Strawberry ice:

"Yeah, um..." He stretches a hand across the table and presses it over yours briefly.

"It's a pretty formal thing," he says. "But I was really hoping you'd team up with me for the night? It's kind of a drag without someone to make things fun..."

He chuckles then, pink dusting his cheeks in a soft blush. "I think it would be more fun if you were there with me. But if you don't want to, then it's okay. I know it's on, like, super short notice, so I understand."

♡

Your turn...

"I would love to, Hyune," you say softly. "I didn't actually have anything planned for tonight. I think it'll be interesting. But I'll have to get my stylist on it as soon as possible."

"Yeah, no, of course," Hyunjin says, looking relieved. "That'd be great. I'll meet you outside the building at six tonight. The car will be waiting to take us to the event."

"Sure," you say, standing up. "I'll be there on time. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go find something to wear." You tap his nose playfully and begin to walk away.

You head down the corridors and hallways, taking turns until you reach the female artists' fitting rooms.

Your stylist opens the door as soon as you knock on the wood. She ushers you inside and you laugh, watching as she begins to pull out several dresses for you to wear. She holds each one up for you to see.

Choice 2: What dress are you choosing? Select one.

If you chose...

(1) White dress:

"I want to wear that one, please," you say to your stylist, pointing to a ruffled white dress. She nods and sets it down across the table.

"I'll get it sorted out for you, never fear," your stylist says, smiling. "It's a great choice, Y/n. It'll make you look absolutely stunning, and the colour is so simple and clean too. You'll look great."

(2) Cream dress:

"That one's pretty," you say. Your stylist picks up the soft, creamy dress and hangs it up on a hook so you can see all of it properly.

"Great choice," your stylist says. "The layers will look so pretty as you move about, like a bird. Soft but effortless, and it's light too, so you won't have much trouble walking around in it. Perfect pick, Y/n."

(3) Pink dress:

"What about this one?" You say, pointing to a puffy, pink dress.

"Lovely," your stylist says, brushing a hand across it as she lays it out for you to see. "The pink is a little extravagant, but it's perfect for you, and it reminds me of sakura flowers. Puffy is the best way to go, I think. Nice work, Y/n."

♡

Your turn...

"Thanks," you say, blushing at the praise.

"I want to look really good tonight," you add. "Hyunjin will look effortless as per usual, so I want to look just as beautiful. Thank you for sorting the dress out for me."

"No worries," your stylist says, hanging up your chosen dress on the wall. "You need some accessories, though... Can't have you wearing such a pretty gown with no jewelry."

She leads you to a jewelry display cabinet and unlocks it so you can take out different pieces and look at them.

"Take your pick," she says.

Choice 3: What jewelry set are you picking? Select one.

If you chose...

(1): Silver leafy branch set:

The silver branches catch your eye, and you hold up one of the earrings. "This set is beautiful."

"That one's pretty popular," your stylist says. "I can see why. It'd suit your outfit perfectly." She places it on top of the jewelry cabinet.

"I'll make sure it's specially reserved for you tonight."

(2): Diamond teardrop set:

You hold up the diamond necklace, watching it glitter in the light. "I like this one a lot."

Your stylist carefully takes the jewelry before holding it up to the dress. "It's lovely, and a perfect match to the gown." She sets it down carefully on the table.

"I'll get it deep cleaned for you so it sparkles."

(3): Gold flower set:

"Wow, I want to wear this one," you say, holding the necklace up.

"Lovely, isn't it?" Your stylist says. "The flowers will match your dress amazingly." She nods approvingly at your select choice.

"I'll have someone check over the clasps so nothing breaks or catches while you're at the event."

♡

Your turn...

After carefully selecting your jewelry and dress, your stylist sits you down in a chair and does your makeup just how you like it; not too much, but not too little either. Just enough to make you shine.

She adds eyeshadow the colour of your dress and puts a little glitter on your cheeks, complimenting you at every turn.

You thank her and stay as still as you can while she does your hair, trying not to scrunch your eyes and ruin the perfect makeup while she sprays hairspray over your hairstyle to set it in place. You admire it in the mirror, thanking her profusely.

You accept her help as you change into the dress, and clasp the necklace and earrings onto yourself. Turning side to side, you admire the look and smile at your stylist's dramatic praise.

You say a grateful thankyou and goodbye to her as two staff members guide you to the car waiting outside the JYPE building.

Evening is beginning to fall, the sky peachy and pink. You spot Hyunjin, leaning on the car's frame while the driver starts the engine inside.

Choice 4: What is Hyunjin wearing? Select one.

If you chose...

(1) Charcoal grey suit:

Hyunjin lightly brushes off the shoulder of his grey suit jacket, adjusting the lapel as he holds a hand out to you. The light grey and patterned collared shirt is speckled with flowers and pretty designs. Your eyes wander over it as he smiles down at you.

"You look beautiful," he says sincerely. "Hope I didn't overdress."

"You could never," you say softly. "I think you look great."

Hyunjin smiles again, his eyes crinkling, and stands up fully, leaning off the car. The silver chain at his waists sways gently with the movement.

"Come on," he says, opening the door of the sleek black car for you. "Let's head off."

(2) Soft white suit:

Hyunjin looks like he's glowing in the setting light of the sun. It throws a little pink tone over his jacket, spotless and pristine, and he waves at you as you approach. His dark dress pants highlight his long legs.

"I love your dress," he says shyly, chuckling. "I feel a bit boring now. Are you trying to outdo me, Y/n?"

"I already did," you say jokingly, your eyes softening. "You look lovely, Hyune. We match, too."

He chuckles, taking your hand. "We do match. I asked your stylist what colour you'd be wearing."

He opens the car door and gently guides you in.

"We better get going."

(3) Black + silver suit:

"Look at you," Hyunjin says, impressed. "Pulled out all the stops, huh?"

You laugh as he takes your hand gently. The silver design on his shoulder stands out against the black, as do the buckles on the belts around his waist. They glint in the softening light of the sun.

"I did, but it looks like you did too," you say in response. "I like the silver thing."

"I know," he says dryly. "I do too. That's why I wore it."

You fight a giggle and swat his shoulder. He sways dramatically before opening the car door and placing a hand on the frame so you don't hit your head.

"Time to go," he says.

♡

Your turn...

The car journey isn't that long; by the time the sun fully sets, and the sky has turned a deep shade of blue, the sleek black car is pulling up the entrance of the event. You peer out the window and wait for Hyunjin to exit the car first.

He holds out a hand to you and you take it gratefully, stepping out. Your foot hits the ground and you brush yourself down, hoping you haven't creased the beautiful dress.

You and Hyunjin look around as you begin to head into the event and past the security guards. They just nod and let you through, Hyunjin's face a familiar one at these types of fashion events.

Choice 5: Where is the Versace event being held? Select one.

If you chose...

(1) Outdoor soft-lit terrace

You and Hyunjin begin to make your way through, winding between tables and people. You tread over soft, green grass, and gaze up at the lanterns above you. They hang suspended by wire, almost looking as if they're magically floating on their own.

The tables are set for dinner, and everything is cast in a soft, romantic glow. People nod at Hyunjin as he walks by, and he offers you his arm as he begins to mingle. You take it and relish the soft comfort of his presence as he introduces you here and there to people.

Some are artists from other groups you recognise, some fashion designers, but all are distinguished members of society. You begin to feel a little nervous, but Hyunjin rubs his hand over yours as he blends in effortlessly.

After you both find your places and eat dinner, everyone moves to socialise and talk about the latest events. You stay quiet for a while and let Hyunjin do his thing.

Eventually, you begin to feel confident enough to talk and approach people on your own, Hyunjin always a step behind you. He claps his hands together quietly when an interaction goes particularly well.

Hyunjin's gaze flickers to you every now and then.

(2) Modeling show venue

You and Hyunjin both make your way to the front of the room, where the stage is. The lights begin to flash just as you both take your seats, and the host comes out to announce the event, its history, and the progress they've made with designing new items.

Everyone claps, and you and Hyunjin both watch in interest as the models begin to walk out, decked out in strange luxurious outfits. Music blares and the lights dramatically grow brighter.

The show goes by in sections; people chatter and socialise between runway displays. The designer next to you recognises you next to Hyunjin and strikes up a conversation with you.

You're a little awkward at first, still feeling a little shy and overwhelmed, but you look at Hyunjin for reassurance and he nods, chiming in occasionally to keep the conversation going.

Hyunjin's hand finds yours under the table.

(3) Gilded art museum

You and Hyunjin walk around the museum, where displays of fashion items are placed in glass cases. There's a staff member or a designer standing nearby.

Whoever approaches asks about the item, and you begin to really become invested in the history of the fashion, why certain shapes and fabrics are used, and all the rest of it. You never knew the depth of it before.

Everything is lit in a rich golden glow, and Hyunjin's teeth shine charmingly under the light as he effortlessly networks. He talks to all the right people, says all the right things, and keeps a hand on your lower back like the gentleman he is.

You try your best to talk a bit too, but you eventually become content with watching him do his thing. It's comforting to see him so in his element, and you start to feel more and more comfortable as the night progresses.

Hyunjin looks down at you and smiles gently.

♡

Your turn...

After several hours, you and Hyunjin retire to a corner, sipping lightly on drinks and observing. You needed a little bit of a break, anyway; it's surprising how quickly you got fatigued and overwhelmed. Your cheeks hurt, too. You've never had to smile so much in your life, but all in all, things have gone quite well.

You feel very proud of yourself for not messing things up.

You're busy watching several extravagantly-dressed figureheads talking in a circle when Hyunjin speaks up.

"What do you think?" He says. He smirks then, gesturing to the people you're observing in interest. "Of their outfits. But also of the night."

You chuckle. "I think it's very intriguing. This event has been very intriguing. It's a new experience, but I liked it."

His gaze softens. "I'm glad. Are you okay, though?" He gestures vaguely, the liquid in his glass swirling. "I know it can be a bit- overwhelming."

You swallow and nod a little. "I'm okay, it's just- It can be a lot. I think I've talked more in the past hour than I have all of this week."

Hyunjin laughs, a high, charming sound amongst the elegant din. Your heart almost explodes.

"Yeah, it can be a lot. But it's nice having you by my side." His face flushes slightly. "It feels... different. Better."

You smile a tiny bit. "I'm glad."

His tone drops then after a pause, low and confidential. "You know, I was kinda worried about asking you. It's a big event, and I didn't know if you'd be okay with putting yourself on the spot."

He adjusts the lapel of his jacket, cheeks pink. "I, um- I felt a lot calmer after you said yes." He chuckles quietly, a little sadly. "I guess I needed my lucky charm..."

"A lucky charm, hmm?" You start to feel a little shy, but you meet his dark, deep gaze. "And here I was, thinking I was your emergency plus-one."

"Nah," Hyunjin says, nodding in thanks as a waiter takes his empty glass. "I felt like, you know... Sharing this with you. Having you with me makes the overwhelming things feel a little bit more..." He pauses, searching for the right word. "...Right. It sounds lame, I know, but..." He trails off, a little embarrassed.

You smile and boldly touch his hand. His skin is warm and you pull back, not wanting any cameras to catch anything unwanted. His gaze is understanding as you press your hands into your sides.

"I appreciate that, Hyune," you say as sincerely as you can. "I don't think it's lame at all. I'm honoured you chose me."

His words hang in the air for a few moments, yours mixing with its undercurrent. You both go silent until Hyunjin's phone vibrates, a message from the manager.

"Time to go," he says, offering you his arm. "The car's waiting."

You nod and both of you begin to walk back through the venue, nodding goodbyes and waving to the people you talked to.

Hyunjin helps you back into the car and shuts the door. Both of you collapse and groan in your seats, then dissolving into giggles. The car pulls away and begins to drive, the partition up to give both of you some space and a break.

You close your eyes for a few minutes, processing everything in relief. You both looked great. You networked, did all the right things. And now you can relax. You can't wait to go home.

"Hey," Hyunjin says quietly.

You open your eyes to look at him.

Choice 6: What does Hyunjin say next? Select one.

If you chose...

(1) Aura flower:

"You looked like an absolute masterpiece," he says softly.

Your cheeks heat up and you look at your hands in your lap, fighting the urge to smile as wide as your cheeks will allow.

"Thanks," you whisper, somehow able to form a coherent sentence despite the buzzing feeling in your chest. "I think you looked amazing too."

He exhales a little laugh through his nose and leans his head against the seat. His makeup is a little smudged but you almost think it looks better that way. "Thanks, Y/n."

"We made it through," you say after a brief pause, relieved.

He laughs out loud then, a little chuckle that sends a pang of affection straight to your soul. "We did, yeah."

He turns to look at you, his tired eyes fixed on your own.

"You looked stunning, Y/n. As always."

(2) Aura star:

"You shone brighter than anyone else there, you know," he whispers.

You chuckle shyly and lean your head against the seat, messing up your hair a little. You pull a little strand of it, hands shaking. "No..."

"You did," he insists. "They loved you. All of them. I think they were wondering why they hadn't seen you before. And I just know all of them thought you looked amazing."

"Hyune, stop."

"No," he says insistently, tilting his head at you as you laugh a little. "You did exactly what you were supposed to. It was effortless. Gonna have to tell JYP to make you go to events more often."

He stretches a little, his shoulder popping.

"You were amazing, Y/n."

(3) Aura heart:

"You were my favourite view tonight," he admits shyly.

You don't even say anything in response, too taken aback by his honest statement. You feel your face heat up and you smile shyly, fidgeting with the fabric of your dress.

Too flustered to do anything else, you shake your head.

"You were," he insists gently. "I couldn't stop looking at you, even when I was the one talking. You were talking and mingling so well, holding your head so high... You almost made me jealous."

You let out a short, disbelieving laugh, though it's laced with sincerity. "Almost?"

"Yeah," he says casually, crossing his hands behind your head. "Almost. But seriously, you did so, so well. Just perfect, you know that?"

He nudges you gently. "I couldn't take my eyes off you."

♡

Your turn...

After a while, some sleepy exchanged chatter in the backseat, and a couple of selcas later, the car pulls up at the JYPE building. Hyunjin gets out first and offers you his hand. You both thank the driver.

Night has well and truly fallen, and it's quite late.

Taking Hyunjin's hand and almost stumbling in your sleepiness, you pat down your dress and check off things in your head, just to make sure you haven't forgotten anything.

Hyunjin is busy messaging his manager on his phone, reporting that you both got back safely and that the event went well. The streets are quiet, and it feels like you're the only ones in the whole of Seoul.

Turning around, you're about to tell Hyunjin this, before you stop short.

He's holding something in his hand, outstretched to you. He budges your shoulder a little with it, shyly gesturing for you to take it.

So you do.

Choice 7: What did Hyunjin give you? Select one.

If you chose...

(1) Rich burgundy dye:

You take the item from him.

It's a small, velvet box; much like the ones that people have their rings when the propose.

Opening the ring box, you're met with a dainty loop of silvery gold, a shimmering stone of your favourite colour set into the middle. Two little jeweled wings sit either side of the stone, and it glitters under the streetlight.

"Hyune," you gasp. "I can't accept this."

"Yes, you can," he says, stepping forward. "It's a thankyou. For always showing up for me. I would have been lost without you tonight."

You chuckle softly, fighting sudden tears. "You don't need to say thank you to me. I would have agreed no matter the circumstances."

Hyunjin shakes his head. "That's what I'm saying. You always show up for me. You're always there. So consider this a token of my gratitude, from member to member. Not just for tonight, for all of it."

He delicately takes the ring out of the box and slides it onto your finger.

(2) Dusty blonde dye:

You take the item from him.

It's a little gift bag, cream-coloured with the Versace logo embellished in gold on the side. You look up at him in question, but he just nods and gestures for you to open it.

Reaching inside, you pull out a little strip of white leather; drawing it out of the bag all the way, you chuckle as you hold the keychain up.

It's a little star-shaped Versace plush in white fur; it has a little pair of white sunglasses, the clasp golden and connecting the little furry thing to the leather strap.

"I love it," you say, giggling. "It looks familiar, too. You have one the same, right?"

"Right," he nods, grinning. "I have one in black. I thought we could be matching."

You step forward and pull him into a hug. "I'm gonna find somewhere to hang it as soon as possible. It's so cute and fluffy."

"Like you."

You splutter and thwack him on the arm.

(3) Icy blue dye:

You take the item from him.

It's a smooth, cardboard box; the rose-gold embellishment shines under the streetlights, highlighting the abstract sketches all over the packaging.

There's a pretty silver ribbon tied around its middle, and you look at Hyunjin in question.

He nods, so you pull the ribbon off and carefully pull out the smaller section of the box. A beautiful perfume bottle sits comfortably in a cutout of black foam.

The bottle is shaped like a heart, facets of it cut like a diamond. The liquid inside is a lovely light purple, and little bits of glitter swirl inside the bottle. The nozzle cover is shaped like a crown. Your name is engraved in fancy cursive along the top of the bottle.

"Hyune," you say in awe, dumbstruck by the loveliness of the gesture. "You didn't have to do this for me."

"I did," he says gently. "I wanted to."

♡

Your turn...

You give him a hug, holding the gift in one hand.

He smells like his familiar musky cologne, though it's faded and only just there. You pull back and swear you almost feel your heart burst. His eyes are alight with gentle affection even under the darkness of late-night Seoul.

"Thank you for asking me along," you say. "I really enjoyed myself."

"Ditto," Hyunjin says, eyes crinkling. "Better get used to it... I might drag you along to more events in the future."

You chuckle and turn to head up the stairs. Hyunjin waits until you're inside, but he doesn't follow. Knowing his schedule, he's probably not done for the night, and the thought makes your heart pang.

You hope he'll get at least a little bit of rest.

Heading up the stairs, then the lift, then down multiple hallways, you unlock the door to your dorm room. Stepping inside, you take your shoes off and sigh.

It's late, and all you want to do is collapse onto the floor and maybe sleep there for the next few days, but you have to sort yourself out first. You head to your bedroom and change into your favourite comfy set of clothes, their familiar texture and warmth making your eyes droop.

Choice 8: Which pajamas do you choose? Select one.

If you chose...

(1) Casual sweatshirt pajama set:

You change into a white sweatshirt, baggy and comfortable, and a pair of black and white pajama bottoms. It's cold outside, and your feet are getting cold too, so you slip on a pair of fluffy white socks.

You sit on the bed to put them on. Your phone chimes beside you and you pick it up, flicking your messages open. There's a text from Hyunjin, so you open the chat.

Sleep well, Y/nnie! You did great tonight xx 💫

(2) Teddy-bear pajama set:

You button up a fleecy, cream-coloured pajama shirt with brown bears all over the fabric, and pull on matching bottoms. Heat floods through your body and you sigh, feeling cosy.

It's getting cold and your feet feel like ice, so you put on a pair of white socks too. Your phone buzzes as you stand up and stretch. It's a text from Hyunjin, so you unlock your phone.

I hope you get some rest, Y/n 🖤 You deserve it.

(3) Black silk pajama set:

You pull out your favourite set of black silk pajamas and slip into them, the smooth, clean material making you feel luxuriously relaxed.

You don't feel too cold at the moment, so you don't bother with a hoodie or socks. Or maybe you should... You don't want to get sick. While you're contemplating this, your phone pings, and you pick it up to see a text from Hyunjin.

Sweet dreams, Y/n ☁️ See you tomorrow!

♡

Your turn...

You smile and text a quick goodnight reply back. Turning off your phone, you set it on your bedside before stepping into the bathroom. You wouldn't dream of falling asleep without taking care of your skin.

Especially after such a long day.

You survey the countertops and then the drawers, trying to decide which of your products to use.

Choice 9: Which K-beauty products are you using? Select one.

If you chose...

(1) Pink skincare set:

You select several products.

Washing your face thoroughly with a cleanser, you dry it off with a pink towel and apply a soothing lotion on top. You use your gua sha and jade roller for a while and then apply your usual skincare overnight cream on top, as well as a few cute sticker patches.

Your skin feels refreshed and smooth.

(2) Grey skincare set:

You select several products.

After cleansing your face, you apply a face cream and your favourite overnight lip mask. Applying two grey jelly eye patches underneath your eyes, you use a little bit of your usual cream on your blemishes before screwing the lid back on.

Your skin feels clean and glowy.

(3) Beige skincare set:

You select several products.

Wiping down your face after cleansing it, you apply your favourite cream and then a honey-coloured serum, smelling of vanilla. Rubbing it into your skin, you massage your face gently before applying a lip balm and your usual skincare cream.

Your skin feels moisturised and balmy.

♡

Your turn...

Sighing and turning the bathroom light off, you close the door before slipping into bed.

The sheets and duvet feel so, so good after such a long and busy day. It was eventful and you enjoyed yourself a lot, but there's nothing like the comfort of being home, all cosy in bed.

You lean over and switch the bedside lamp off, throwing a blanket of soothing darkness over the room. Shifting a little to get comfortable, you wonder what Hyunjin is doing. Hopefully getting ready to rest for the night too. Your cheeks warm at the domestic thought.

Sighing cosily, you turn onto your side and close your eyes. You hope this 'emergency plus-one' thing happens a bit more often in the future, and as you begin to fall asleep, you think that you'd like to meet up with him under other circumstances too. Where it's just the two of you.

One day.

a/n: this better not fucken flop omg . anyway please comment and let me know what you think ! might do more of the members if this one goes well <3

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peace offering

warnings: kissing that’s it

pairing: reader x leeknow

summary: Falling for your best friend’s friend was never the plan

words: 1.4k

You’d known Seungmin for what felt like your whole life. From scraped knees on playgrounds to half-asleep FaceTime calls across time zones, your friendship had survived every phase: awkward middle school, different high schools, his sudden debut with Stray Kids. Even when the world started to know him as an idol, he still answered your calls, still sent you stupid memes at 3 a.m., still called you “dummy” with all the affection in the world.

It was through him that you’d met the rest of the group slowly, over time. First Bang Chan, always polite and older-brotherly. Then Han and Felix during one of their chaotic late-night takeout runs. Lee Know, had been one of the last. Quiet. Dry. Mysterious. You hadn’t known what to make of him at first he didn’t smile much, didn’t joke around with you the way the others did. But Seungmin assured you that was just Minho’s way. “He’s secretly soft,” Seungmin told you once.

You weren’t sure you believed that. But he had always been respectful. Quietly attentive. He never ignored you, but he didn’t seek you out either.

You chalked it up to him being introverted. Nothing more.

But Minho had his own perspective.

———

Minho didn’t mean to stare. He didn’t even realize he was doing it half the time. But whenever you were around laughing too hard at one of Seungmin’s bad jokes, or sitting cross-legged on the floor eating chips like the dorm was your second home something in Minho’s chest shifted.

He wasn’t sure when it started. Maybe it was the way you always remembered what people liked, always brought his favorite coffee when you visited. Maybe it was the way you never pushed, never pried. You treated him like a person, not an idol.

But he knew one thing: it was a problem.

Because you were Seungmin’s best friend. And Minho didn’t talk about feelings. Not even to himself.

is she seeing anyone?”

The words came out sharp, awkward. Minho hated how stiff they sounded, like he was casually asking about the weather.

Seungmin blinked at him, holding a spoon halfway to his mouth. “What?”

Minho looked away, jaw tense. “Y/N. Are they… with anyone?”

There was a beat of silence. Seungmin dropped the spoon into the bowl with a clink, a slow smirk crawling across his face.

“Oh?” he said, dragging out the word obnoxiously. “So that’s what this is.”

Minho scowled. “I’m just asking.”

“No, no, you’re not just asking.”Seungmin leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand like he was about to watch the most entertaining drama of the year. “You have feelings for her.”

“I don’t.”

“You do.”

Minho stood up so fast the chair screeched. “Forget it.”

Seungmin laughed. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. But hey we’re having a movie night tonight, remember? Me and Y/N. You’re gonna be here, right?”

Minho narrowed his eyes. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” Seungmin said innocently. “I’m just saying. You could join us. Or, you know… I could invite her over early.”

Minho looked murderous.

Seungmin held up his hands, still grinning. “Okay, okay! No matchmaking. I get it.

But Minho knew that look. seungmin being the joker he is had something planned.

———

You arrived at the dorm in your comfiest hoodie, arms full of snacks.

“Movie night!” Seungmin called from the kitchen, already rummaging for bowls.

You plopped down on the couch, setting up the candy in a neat line. “I brought the good kind.”

Seungmin gave you a thumbs-up. “You’re the best.”

You didn’t see Minho that night. Seungmin said he was out with Hyunjin and would probably be back late. You tried not to be disappointed not that you cared, really. Just... you thought it would’ve been fun to have everyone there.

it wasn’t long later when Seungmin nudged you.

“Hey, could you bring one of the chocolates up to Minho’s room? He just got back, and he’s being a little drama queen.”

You snorted. “Sure. Want me to toss it at his head?”

“Yes. But also, maybe don’t. He’s in a mood.”

You grabbed a piece of chocolate and padded down the hall, knocking lightly on Minho’s door.

He didn’t answer, but it was slightly open. You pushed gently.

He was sitting on his bed, hoodie half-on, hair a little messy from the wind outside. His eyes met yours sharp, unreadable — but softened slightly when he saw what you were holding.

“Peace offering from Seungmin,” you said, stepping inside.

Minho took it without a word and moved over slightly on the bed, a silent invitation.

You sat.

Silence stretched between you, comfortable but tense at the edges.

“You okay?” you asked finally, watching him out of the corner of your eye.

He shrugged. “Just tired.”

You nodded, eyes scanning the room. “I missed you earlier.”

you don’t know why the words came out of your mouth, maybe it was the fact that you’ve had these unspoken feelings for minho swirling around inside your mind for months, or maybe it was the way he was looking at you right now. you didn’t know but it felt right.

He looked at you then, like that meant more than you intended. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “It’s not a full dorm experience without your sarcastic comments.”

Something flickered in his expression — something softer than usual. “You like those?”

You turned to him, head tilted. “I like you, Minho.”

The silence after that was heavier.

Then, slowly, carefully, Minho reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered a moment too long.

And before either of you could second-guess it the space between you disappeared.

His lips were warm, a little hesitant. Yours moved instinctively, matching his pace, his rhythm. His hand found your waist, pulling you in. You weren’t sure who deepened the kiss, but suddenly it wasn’t so soft anymore. His breath hitched as you leaned into him, mouths moving like you'd done this a thousand times.

You felt him smile against your lips. Just barely.

And then teeth, tongue, breathless whimpers. You tugged lightly at the collar of his hoodie, and he pulled you closer, as if he’d wanted this forever and just didn’t know how to ask…

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‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 09:04 PM ۶ৎ han jisung.

🐿 ───── where you help your boyfriend shave

❪ 概要 ❫‎ bf! han jisung × fem!reader g. fluff/light comedy, established relationship . . . . . cw. kissing, mentions of blades 575w. ⫶ reupload & requested!

note. for you my mars ( @knowbites )

“Stop squirming!—” You scolded lightly, making your dear boyfriend huff in annoyance, planting his hands on your thighs to keep him from practically vibrating in his spot as you glided the smooth, cold metal over the expanse of his cheeks, scraping away the white foam. You were sitting on top of the bathroom counter, Jisung between your legs, trying to not shift his weight from one foot to the other every three seconds so he wouldn't have to face your glare.

“‘M not squirming, it's human nature to move, y'know,” he grumbled in response when you chided yet again, his cheeks puffed out in an adorable pout that you would have surrendered to without hesitation—if you weren't holding the razor right against his tan skin.

When he turned his face to the side once more, you had enough, your free hand going up to hold his neck and lower jaw still as you worked on the part above his pink lips. It did pain you to some degree, to remove his hair, because Han Jisung was down right sexy in your book in his unfiltered, raw form that only you got to see (let's say the first time you did, he had a… nice night).

You helping him shave had become part of your routine. He lathered up the creamy foam with a brush he bought specifically for this over his face and you settled yourself on the counter or the other way around so you were at face level while you shaved. In Jisung's words, he liked having you do it for him because you did it better—whatever that meant.

As long as you could spend time with him.

“So hot, babe,” he teased, his eyes on his reflection in the mirror, your ring adorned hand around his neck. God, he just loved pushing your buttons when you were trying to focus, didn't he?

Jisung was having the time of his life, standing in front of you, so close he could see the tiny wrinkles that formed between your eyebrows as you focused on grooming him, close enough to count the eyelashes that fluttered whenever you blinked (136, to be exact), close enough to see the way your nose crinkled up, ever so slightly, just as it always did when you were concentrating on something.

It made his heart do funny things in his ribcage.

His hands rubbed your thighs over your sweatpants, wanting to just… squeeze the flesh you disliked so much between his fingers until you believed that he would absolutely die if you did anything to change them. “Baby…” He sighed when you finally, finally put the razor down—despite being the one to ask you to do it in the first place, wiping away the excess foam off his face before letting you pat in some minty aftershave that tickled his nose.

“All done,” you said with a light pinch to his cheek, your hand immediately being swatted away by him with a laugh. He used that same hand to suddenly tug you forward into a kiss, making your stomach flip.

“Now it's done,” he punctuated his words with another kiss, and another… and then another. “Maybe.” You giggled softly, and a bit more when he pressed his face into the crook of your neck to pepper kisses along the warm skin there. “Baby…” he mumbled, “can you help me in the shower too?”

“Jisung!”

“I'm just a guy (🎀), babe.”

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09. min-y/n crumbs ft. fans.

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↳ moris_yn hdjgxksjJDJWKSJAKSJ

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STARLIGHT BETWEEN US

✯characters : the girls stray kids

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starlight between us (masterlist)

• info : lee felix x fem!reader (reader's name is Iris), fluff, drama, angst, comedy, lowecase implied! university au!

• warnings : none (for now)

• word count :

• a/n! : i've changed the ages of stray kids, so that it can be fit for the storyline

Bahng Christopher

age : 20

Music Production Major, 3rd year

Nationality : Australian

Lee Minho

age : 20

Performing Arts Major, 3rd year

Nationality : Korean

Seo Changbin

age : 20

Music Production Major, 3rd year

Nationality : Korean

Hwang Hyunjin

age : 19

Performing Arts Major, 2nd year

Nationality: Korean

Han Jisung

age : 19

Music Production Major, 2nd year

Nationality : Korean

Lee Felix

age : 19

Multimedia Arts Major, 2nd year

Nationality : Australian

Kim Seungmin

age : 19

Criminal Law Major, 2nd year

Nationality : Korean

Yang Jeongin

age : 18

Media Production Major, 1st year

Nationality : Korean

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✯characters : the girls stray kids

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starlight between us (masterlist)

• info : lee felix x fem!reader (reader's name is Iris), fluff, drama, angst, comedy, lowecase implied! university au!

• warnings : none (for now)

• word count :

• a/n! : i've changed the ages of stray kids, so that it can be fit for the storyline

Iris Carlton (reader)

age : 18

Physics and Astronomy Major, 1st year

Nationality : American

Lillian Morris

age : 20

Chemistry Major, 3rd year

Nationality : British

Park June

age : 19

Film Production Major, 2nd year

Nationality : Korean-Australian

Choi Hyewon

age : 19

Architecture Major, 2nd year

Nationality : Korean

Kang Aeri

age : 19

Computer Science Major, 2nd year

Nationality : Korean

Tsurugi Rin

age : 19

Economics Major, 2nd year

Nationality : Japanese

Tanaka Yui

age : 18

English Education Major, 1st year

Nationality : Japanese

Huang Winnie

age : 18

Psychology Major, 1st year

Nationality : Chinese

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Title: Soft on You

“Your hoodie is cursed… it makes me fall asleep on you.”

Paring ⤑ (Minho x Reader)

Word count: 450

Minho was halfway through an episode of their favorite show when he felt something warm and heavy slump against his side.

Again.

He didn’t even look down. “Y/N.”

A muffled hum vibrated against his chest.

“You’re asleep, aren’t you?”

“No,” she mumbled—followed immediately by a soft snore.

Minho sighed, not with annoyance, but with the kind of exaggerated drama he’d perfected just for moments like this. “That’s the third time this week. What is it with you and my hoodie?”

Y/N shifted slightly, nuzzling deeper into the oversized black hoodie that swallowed her frame. “It’s cursed,” she said sleepily, lips barely moving. “Every time I wear it, I get all warm and cozy and then boom. Unconscious.”

Minho smirked, glancing down at her—hair a little messy, face smushed cutely against him, and arms curled like a kitten in his lap.

“You sure it’s not me who’s cursed?” he teased. “Because you only pass out when you’re stuck to me.”

She peeked one eye open and poked his chest with a lazy finger. “No. Hoodie. Evil. You should get rid of it.”

“Maybe I should stop letting you steal it,” he challenged.

Y/N let out a dramatic gasp, then flopped entirely into his lap like a defeated ragdoll. “Heartless.”

Minho chuckled, threading his fingers through her hair. “You know I don’t mind,” he said quietly. “You’re cute like this. Annoying—but cute.”

“’Snot annoying,” she yawned, barely keeping her eyes open now. “It’s science. Hoodie equals nap. Nap equals cuddles. Cuddles equal serotonin.”

Minho rolled his eyes, but his smile betrayed him.

“Fine. But if you start drooling again, I’m making you wash it.”

She was already asleep.

And Minho stayed perfectly still the whole time—just in case the curse only worked if he didn’t

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In Your Arms

Chan X Reader

I know it's been a bit since I've posted but things haven't been great here. Kinda wrote a little comfort drabble to get through it, hope you enjoy ♡

Word Count ~ 0.5k

Info ~ comfort, fluff, cuddling, crying.

Your tears fall silently, staining the pillow beneath you as you choke back sobs and attempt to hold your body still in the still silence of the night that surrounds your shared bedroom. Your boyfriend sleeping soundly unaware of your distress is sleeping soundly, beautifully beside you.

You should be asleep as well, meeting him in your dreams, but as you lay there the darkness that surrounds the room started creeping into your mind. Next thing you knew every life stresser you were currently dealing with, every insecurity, flooded to the surface of your mind and before you even had a chance to stop it the tears were flowing and your shoulders were shaking with every unsteady breath you took.

Next to you, you felt the bed dip slightly with the movement of your partner. Chris stirred next to you and instinctually you held your breath, like a child caught awake past their bedtime.

Chris turned over, wrapped his arms around your torso and kissed the exposed skin of your shoulder. His presence was soft and comforting, the ache in your chest releasing, which only fueled to have more tears fall from your eyes and a sob you could not hold back to ring free, echoing around the moon lit room.

Chris stilled briefly before wrapping his arms tighter around you, pulling you in closer to himself. His breath was gentle as it fanned against your neck, his head now resting in your pillow in an attempt to close any space between you two. His body warm with sleep enveloped you and in the wake of his effortless attempt to sooth you, he succeeded but it only caused you to let your walls down and for sobs you wrack you without hiding. Your body instinctively curled up slowly, your knees rising to your chest but he had no intention of letting you go.

“I've got you.” His voice was gravely with sleep, and deeper than his usual octave. Your hands search for him, finding his arm and grabbing on, his body curling with you to hold you close, his bare chest pressed to your back, his words ringing true in this moment. He has you, and he won't be going anywhere.

Chris whispers soothing words and hushes in your ear as you continue to cry, tears seeming as though they'll never end. His voice is soothing and safe, the only place you can't be hurt is here in his arms and you never want to be let go.

After what feels like hours of your tear ducts dehydrating you, you catch your breath and relax completely into his arms. He kisses your head and leans up on his elbow to hover over you and look at you. The room is dark but with the light of the moon leaking into the room, shadows bounce off to let you see him clear enough. His eyes are heavy with having been pulled out of his sleep, his curly dark hair is longer than usual and messy. His full thick lips, even when his face is completely relaxed, seem slightly pouty.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Chris asks you while still holding you close. You think for a moment and shake your head, talking about it would upset you again and right now, in his arms, surrounded by his warmth, there isn't anything else you need. Your body feels lighter after crying and your mind is empty. For right now nothing else matters. You can deal with the world's struggles tomorrow.

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