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Finally putting this out there so everything is in one spot. All of my stories are written with a gender neutral reader, unless otherwise specified. You can find more fics at the link below:

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Stray Kids X reader:

Falling in love with Skz [fluff]

Skz finds out you're not eating [hurt/comfort with some angst]

Skz finds you struggling with self harm [hurt/comfort with some angst]

Skz finds you battling suicide [hurt/comfort with some angst]

A flicker of hope [hurt/comfort]

Star lost [comfort/hurt]

Behind the light [comfort with some angst]

Cover me [comfort/hurt]

Comflex [comfort/hurt]

Love is a spider [comfort/hurt]

Youtiful [comfort/hurt]

Idle town [fluff]

It comes and goes in waves [comfort/hurt]

Not strong enough [comfort/hurt with fluff]

Don't let me go [fluff]

And I'll never go home again [comfort/hurt with angst]

Look after you [reverse comfort/hurt]

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Chan X reader:

Room Temperature Noodles [fluff & comfort/hurt]

Happiness is a butterfly [angst without a happy ending]

I love you, I love you, I love you [fluff & comfort/hurt]

Experience [comfort/hurt]

Teacher's pet [angst with comfort/hurt]

Daddy issues [angst with comfort/hurt]

Kill this love [angst without a happy ending]

Will you have me or watch me fall? [mafia AU]

Are you with me? [comfort/hurt]

Broken hearts club [mafia AU]

Whiplash [fluff]

Skipped through the five waves of grief [comfort/hurt]

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Minho x reader:

Five, six, seven, eight [fluff with a touch of angst]

Fifty-fifty [comfort/hurt with fluff]

The art of being human [angst with comfort/hurt]

You're somebody else [angst with no happy ending]

To be alone with you [fluff]

Nothing new [comfort/hurt]

So different from the crowd [comfort/hurt]

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Changbin x reader:

A pickle for your thoughts? [fluff]

Truce? [comfort/hurt]

Swan dive [comfort/hurt]

Northern attitude [comfort/hurt]

I miss you, I'm sorry [angst with no happy ending]

Cake pops and coffee [fluff]

If I am killed simply for living, let death be kinder than man [angst with no happy ending]

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Hyunjin x reader:

Possibility [angst with no happy ending]

My muse [fluff]

Stupid bird [fluff]

To Saturn and back [angst with no happy ending]

Straight shooter [mafia AU]

The cut that always bleeds [comfort/hurt]

Oranges to orange juice [comfort/hurt with angst]

Love, dad [comfort/hurt]

Lost in a rainbow [fluff]

The house is white and the lawn is dead [comfort/hurt]

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Han x reader:

Honey bun [fluff]

Novocaine [fluff]

Enamored Remedy [fluff]

Gone away [angst with no happy ending]

Seeing is believing [comfort/hurt]

Tetris [fluff]

I am the face of love's rage [angst]

Just come home [comfort/hurt]

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Felix x reader:

Sweet cheeks [fluff]

Cookie monster [fluff]

Cuddle bug [fluff]

Corroded love [angst with no happy ending]

The depths between [ Siren AU mini-series]

Devil's advocate [Mafia AU]

Why does my skin start to burn? [comfort/hurt]

Prescribe yourself to me [comfort/hurt]

Call your mom [comfort/hurt]

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Seungmin x reader:

Passionate kisser, unlimited trickster [fluff]

Time, love, effort, and cooties [fluff & comfort/hurt]

This is me trying [comfort/hurt]

Ice, ice, baby [fluff]

Waiting for us [comfort/hurt]

Mess is mine [comfort/hurt]

Birds of a feather [fluff]

Somewhere only we know [fluff]

And if I could give you the moon, I would give you the moon [fluff]

I've tried to describe just how carefully I would carry you [comfort/hurt]

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Jeongin x reader:

My baby [fluff]

We'll keep this love in a photograph [right person, wrong time angst]

Duck, duck, goose [angst & comfort]

Already gone [comfort/hurt]

Drowning [comfort/hurt with angst]

All of this turbulence wasn't forecasted [comfort/hurt with angst]

Let the ultraviolet cover me up [comfort/hurt]

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Full length fanfics on Wattpad/Ao3:

Taste | Changbin | Slow burn enemies to lovers

N0 B0DY, N0 CRIM3 | Chan | Mafia/crime AU with a slow burn forbidden romance

Forget-me-not | Seungmin | Memory loss trope with a slow-building romance

He's got the whole world in his hands | Jeongin | Priest psychological horror AU with demonic possession and some forbidden romance

Pandemonium | Hyunjin | Dark circus AU with a cute cheesy romance and a mystery that changes everything

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“yeah this train never sleeps” 🎵 yeah i can tell why. i wouldn’t be able to sleep either

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the duality of seo changbin

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HELLO ???

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KIM SEUNGMIN LOG BACK INTO BBL RIGHT THE FUCK NOW BC I’M ABOUT TO CRASH OUT AND I HAVE WORDS FOR YOU

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Seungmin x Chaumet for W Korea, May 2025.

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𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞: 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Pairing: hearingimpared!seungmin x afab!reader, established relationship

Synopsis: After many years of seungmin being deaf and slightly struggling in your relationship (which you always reminded him that it wasn't a struggle) you finally earn enough money to take him to the audiologist and get him better hearing aids

Warnings: angst, comfort, teeny fluff, quite emotional, seungmin cries when he hears reader clearly for the first time

A/n: if you have extra eyes for errors no you don't.

Seungmin wasn’t born deaf.

He still remembers faint traces of his childhood filled with laughter, music, and the soft hum of his mother’s lullabies. But everything changed when he turned ten.

It started with a high fever—nothing unusual at first. A week of being bedridden, some ear pain, dizziness. But when he finally stood up again, the world had gone muted. At first, it was like everything had just quieted. He thought his ears were clogged. But days passed, then weeks, and the silence never lifted. Doctors diagnosed him with sudden sensorineural hearing loss, likely triggered by the viral infection.

His parents tried everything from treatments, therapies, to hearing aids that whistled and buzzed more than they helped. But nothing brought back the clarity. Every sound was either muffled beyond recognition or screeching and distorted. The world became distant, like he was behind thick glass, watching everyone else live while he stood still. But it changed him. He grew quieter, more observant. The boy who used to hum songs while tying his shoelaces began to avoid music altogether. It was like losing a color from the spectrum life was still beautiful, but something fundamental was missing. 

At the time his disability was newly discovered, school was hell. He couldn’t keep up. People spoke too fast, teachers got frustrated repeating themselves, and classmates started calling him “broken.” He learned to lip-read out of survival, forcing himself to focus on mouths and facial expressions. But it was exhausting. Misunderstandings piled up. He withdrew. He smiled less. He began associating sound with failure.

The hearing aids became a source of shame. They were clunky, outdated, unreliable and they never worked right. Conversations turned into guessing games. He hated the pitying looks, the way people shouted slowly like he was stupid. Eventually, he stopped wearing them altogether. What was the point? Silence was at least consistent. He learned to exist in it.

Music, which once comforted him, became a painful memory. He’d press his fingers against the speaker, feeling the beat, closing his eyes to pretend he could hear the notes. But it wasn’t the same. He longed for the way voices used to sound and the way someone would say his name.

Years passed. He adjusted. His world was quiet, but he adapted. He became fiercely independent, doing everything he could not to burden anyone. But deep down, he still felt like he was constantly missing something like he was always one step out of sync with the world.

Then he met you.

You didn’t shout. You didn’t over-enunciate. You just... communicated. With patience, with handwritten notes, soft smiles, gentle touches. You asked how he preferred to talk. You learned his signs.

You were volunteering at a community arts center, helping organize a mixed-media class for differently-abled youth. Seungmin was there to support his younger cousin, who was on the autism spectrum. You caught his eye from across the room not because of anything loud or showy, but because you smiled at him like you already knew him. And when you introduced yourself, you didn’t speak first. You signed.

It was clumsy, adorable signing “Hi, me name… Y/N?” but it made Seungmin laugh, a breathy, silent sort of chuckle that made his shoulders shake. You looked up, startled, then broke into a grin. That moment cracked something open in him.

You started seeing each other more at events, over coffee (even though Seungmin didn't drink it), through text messages and quiet walks at night where he’d watch your lips move and you’d trace your fingers on his palm when the world was too dark for words. He never told you at first, but he thought you were magic. Not because you tried to fix anything but because you never treated him like he was broken.

And Seungmin, quiet but patient, would take your hands gently—never too long, never too forward—and guide them into the right shapes. You learned not just words, but expression. He taught you how emotion lives in the eyebrows, the tilt of a chin, the flicker of fingers.

It took weeks for you to realize he was looking forward to seeing you too. That he waited for you hesitantly, pretending to browse when he was really just hoping you’d show up.

Seungmin, who had long learned to carry silence like armor, found your presence disarming. You never flinched when he took a moment to respond. You never laughed when his voice slipped out softer, unsteady, after years of disuse. You spoke with your hands and eyes, letting him meet your where he was comfortable.

Their first date wasn’t even supposed to be one. They ended up walking home together after a sudden downpour soaked the city, and you insisted they find shelter in a late-night bookshop. It was there, under dim lights and the smell of paper, that she signed with a grin,

“This counts as a date, right?”

He had chuckled. Hands moving, sincerely.

“I guess it does.”

But falling in love wasn’t easy for Seungmin.

He had spent so many years blaming himself for being “too much.” Too silent. Too broken. Too hard to love. His old relationships had left scars with people who meant well but didn’t know how to stay. People who said things like “I just wish you’d talk more,” or “It’s hard when I can’t always reach you.”

He’d internalized it all, folding it into his chest like poison.  Like when he didn’t hear the doorbell and thought he missed your surprise visit. Or when he sat through a movie with you and couldn’t follow the storyline because the captions were out of sync, and he tried so hard to laugh when you did but his timing was off. You saw it in his eyes. That flicker of distance. That urge to shrink away from you because he felt like a burden.

Even though you learned sign language just for him, even though you took your time when speaking so he could read your lips, even though you’d repeat yourself over and over again without a hint of frustration he still felt the doubt creeping in.

Sometimes he’d pull away from you without warning. A bad day with static-filled hearing aids. A cruel memory triggered by something innocent. An accidental miscommunication that left him spiraling. He’d retreat, cold and distant, signing with sharp movements:

“You shouldn’t have to deal with this. With me.”

It crushed you every time. Not because he pushed her away, but because he truly believed he wasn’t worth staying for.

One night, after he pulled his faulty hearing aids out and tossed them across the room, his voice cracked in anger,

“I can’t even hear you properly. What kind of boyfriend is that?”

You sat beside him in silence for a moment, then gently took his trembling hands in hers. Slowly, you signed,

“You listen to me better than anyone ever has.”

Then you said it out loud, knowing he could read your lips and feel the words vibrating in your chest:

“Your silence has never scared me.”

And that night he cried.

Seungmin wasn’t someone who cried easily, but with you every dam he’d built up over the years broke. The guilt, the loneliness, the longing to be understood… it all poured out, and she held him through it. Not trying to fix him. Not trying to speak over it. Just there, solid and soft, like a light left on for him to find his way back.

You made a habit of leaving him small sticky notes when you left early. You practiced a little more sign language every night, even when he wasn’t around. You learned the difference between when he needed space and when he needed to be held. And Seungmin, he began to believe, slowly, that he was worth loving in full volume, even if he couldn’t hear it.

Loving Seungmin had always been a quiet kind of magic. Not because it was easy—no, love with him was layered, complex, and sometimes achingly delicate—but because it was real. It lived in the space between glances, in fingertips tracing signs in the air, in soft gazes across crowded rooms. It was in the way he’d tilt his head to better read your lips, or the subtle squeeze of his hand when he understood your joke a beat later than everyone else.

You never once saw him as a burden. But you knew he saw himself that way sometimes.

And it broke your heart.

From the very beginning, she made it your mission to never let him feel like he was lacking. You learned sign and KSL with aching fingers and late-night YouTube tutorials. You practiced in mirrors so your signs would be smooth, her expressions more natural, your hands quicker. You slowed down when you spoke not because you thought he was slow, but because you wanted to meet him where he was. Still, you saw it in his eyes sometimes. That flicker of shame. That silent wish that he could hear your laugh, hear his own voice clearly again, hear the world.

That’s when the idea took root.

You knew how much he hated his old hearing aids. He’d told you about them more than once the way they whistled when they weren’t supposed to, how the static from them made everything sound like muffled underwater echoes, how they were so bulky and outdated that he’d just stopped wearing them altogether. Seungmin had resigned himself to a life in silence, the hearing aids nothing more than an accessory to the inevitable.

But you couldn’t stand the thought of him living in that silence any longer. You wanted him to have the chance to hear your voice again, clearly, without the static that always filled the gaps. You wanted him to hear the world more fully the way he’d once done before it all changed. You wanted him to feel heard again.

So, without ever telling Seungmin, you decided to take matters into her own hands.

It wasn’t easy. You worked long shifts at the coffee shop, your fingers blistered from the constant motion of making drinks and wiping tables. You picked up freelance graphic design work, staying up late into the night, your eyes straining in front of your laptop screen. Every penny you earned, you set aside, hiding it away in a small envelope marked simply: For Seungmin. There were days when you nearly broke down from exhaustion, when your back ached from the weight of carrying your dreams for both of you. But every time you felt like giving up, you’d imagine the look in Seungmin’s eyes when he heard you  clearly again.

And then, after months of scraping together whatever she could—cutting back on coffee, on her usual weekend dinners, sometimes even selling old clothes—she had enough.

You researched hearing aids for weeks, making sure you found the ones that would work best for Seungmin, something lightweight, discreet, and most importantly, functional. You reached out to Seungmin’s audiologist and got the opinions of others who’d experienced similar challenges. You wanted to make sure that what you got for him wouldn’t be just another disappointment. You spent hours on forums, researching the best options, reading testimonials from other users who had finally found something that worked.

Eventually, you found them. Sleek, modern hearing aids that promised clearer sound and better comfort than anything he’d ever had before. They were expensive, but after months of hard work, you’d earned every dollar The day you bought them, your heart raced. You could already picture the look on Seungmin’s face. It was a mix of excitement and fear, but, you were afraid he wouldn’t accept them, that he’d feel overwhelmed, maybe even insulted by the gesture. But you pushed those fears aside. This was for him. For them. For the future you wanted to share with him, where their voices could reach each other across the space that silence had created.  So, you made a plan.

It started like any ordinary morning, or at least, Seungmin thought it did.

You had woken him up gently, brushing her fingers through his hair and signing, “Let’s go out today. There’s somewhere I want to take you.”

He’d blinked up at you, confused but trusting, nodding sleepily. He didn’t ask questions, you had a way of guiding him like that, always full of soft surprises.

You took the train, the city humming around them in its distant, quiet way. Seungmin watched you more than he watched the view. You kept looking at your phone, nervous fingers tapping your thigh, eyes flicking up to meet his every so often. You was trying to hide your excitement, but he knew you too well.

When they reached the small clinic, his brows furrowed. His heart sank. He stared at the clean white sign with the word Audiology on the glass door. He looked at you, confused, guarded. “Why… are we here?” he signed slowly, the motion tight, cautious. “You know I don’t—”

“It’s just a check-up,” you signed quickly, gently. “No pressure. Just trust me, okay?”

He didn’t want to go inside. His stomach twisted. But your hand slipped into his, warm and certain, and he couldn’t say no to that.

Inside, the receptionist greeted them warmly, and you leaned in to speak to her quietly while Seungmin filled out a short form. What he didn’t know was that you was whispering, “I made the appointment. Please don’t say anything about the hearing aids yet, it’s a surprise. I already spoke to Dr. Jin. He knows.”

The receptionist gave a small nod and smile. Everything was in place.

Soon enough, Dr. Jin came to the waiting area and welcomed them in. He was an older man, calm-eyed and kind-voiced, someone Seungmin had seen before years ago when he was still trying to find hope in outdated machines. They sat down in the exam room, Seungmin looking around nervously. Dr. Jin smiled gently at him and signed a little before switching to spoken words.

“Just a few questions, Seungmin. Nothing scary.”

Seungmin nodded, arms crossed over his chest. The doctor asked about any ear pain, if he’d experienced pressure or dizziness, if he ever had headaches with silence. Standard questions. Seungmin answered in a mix of voice and sign, slow but clear. He still had a beautiful voice—soft, low, and rarely used.

And then Dr. Jin leaned back in his chair, expression shifting.

“Seungmin…” he said softly. “This wasn’t just a check-up.”

Seungmin’s body tensed, eyes snapping to you.

Dr. Jin smiled. “She bought you new hearing aids.” Seungmin’s lips parted slightly. He didn’t sign. He didn’t speak. He froze.

“She saved up. Came to us. Asked all the right questions. Chose the model carefully. She wanted it to be a surprise. You didn’t know, right?”

Seungmin slowly turned to look at you.

You was already looking at him, your hands nervously clasped together, a soft smile playing on your lips gentle and trembling. Your eyes were glassy with emotion, and your fingers moved slowly: “You deserve better. You deserve to hear clearly again. To not suffer with broken things.”

Seungmin’s jaw trembled. His eyes shimmered.

Dr. Jin stood and walked to the drawer, pulling out a small, sleek black box. “These are top-grade. Lightweight. Fully programmable. Bluetooth compatible. And custom-tuned to your profile.”

He opened the box and held them out to Seungmin, who stared in disbelief.

“Do you want to try?” Dr. Jin asked softly.

Seungmin nodded, slowly. Silent. Tears clinging to his lashes. With practiced hands, Dr. Jin gently placed the hearing aids into his ears and began the tuning process, tapping the tablet in front of him.

Then he paused, looked at you, and nodded. You stepped forward, nervous and close to tears.

“Seungmin?” you said softly.

It hit like lightning.

Clear. Warm. Perfect.

No static. No distortion. No lag. No underwater echoes.

It was you. Your voice. For the first time in so long, he heard you as you were.

His face crumbled. He turned to her slowly, chest rising with a shaky breath. His lips parted in wonder, then broke into a sob. The kind of cry that shook his whole body. His hand flew up to his mouth, as if trying to hold the emotion back, but it was useless.

You reached out, taking his hand in yours, squeezing it tightly.

“I love you,” you whispered.

He heard it. He heard it. He collapsed forward, pressing his forehead to her shoulder, arms wrapping around her as if anchoring himself to the moment. Tears soaked into your shirt as he clung to your, silent no longer not because he needed to speak, but because she had already said everything he ever needed to hear.

And this time, he heard it all.

Dr. Jin, patient and warm, gave them a moment before gently asking, “Seungmin, can you hear me clearly?”

Seungmin nodded through the tears, wiping his cheek with his sleeve.

“Any whistling? Buzzing? Pain?”

He shook his head.

“Do the sounds feel natural? Not too sharp or mechanical?”

Seungmin managed a breathy, “Yeah… they sound real.” His voice cracked.

Dr. Jin smiled and turned to you. “They’ll need a few days to settle in. The brain takes time to readjust. Avoid crowded, high-noise places for now. Charge them overnight. Keep them dry. And…”, he looked between the two of you, “talk to him a lot. Let his ears fall back in love with your voice.”

You nodded, your heart swollen.

The train ride back was quiet, except for the world.

And that was the part that made Seungmin cry again. He looked around as they sat side-by-side. A baby giggling a few seats down. Someone tapping their foot against the train floor. The distant intercom voice announcing the next station. The wind brushing against the door seams. YN breathing beside him.

Sounds he’d grown used to missing were now everywhere.

Tears clung to his lashes again, and he tried to swipe them away discreetly, but you saw. You reached over, laced their fingers, and squeezed his hand.

When they finally got home, Seungmin didn’t even take his shoes off properly. The door had barely shut behind them before he turned and pulled you into the fiercest hug he'd ever given you.

He clung to you like a storm wth his arms tight around your waist, face buried in your neck, his whole body trembling. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “You shouldn’t have saved all your money for me. That’s too much. That’s everything. Y/N… that’s everything.”

“Exactly,” you murmured, pulling back just enough to cup his face, your thumbs brushing his wet cheeks. “You’re worth everything. Every coin, every hour, every little saving. You deserve to hear again, Minnie. You deserve this and so much more.”

He looked at you—truly looked at you—and then leaned in without a single ounce of hesitation. The kiss was deep, desperate, soaked in tears and gratitude. His lips trembled against yours, and your hands curled into his hair as if anchoring him in the present. He kissed you like your voice had brought him back to life. Like he’d been drowning in silence and your love pulled him up for air.

When you finally broke apart, foreheads pressed, Seungmin whispered, voice barely holding,

“Thank you… for giving me back the world. And for being the loudest, most beautiful part of it.”

And you just smiled, brushing her nose against his, whispering, “Welcome back, Seungmin.”

Seeing as he's a singer that kinda gave me inspo for this. Crying cleanses...trust

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The Flirting game - Seungmin

summary: Seungmin always have a lot of fun of teasing Y/N, but when she's start to payback, things changes.

Note: Y/N is working for STRAY KIDS as an assistante.

pairing: Seungmin x fem!reader

genre: Fluff, Teasing,

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Y/N had endured Seungmin’s relentless teasing for months now. Every time she blushed, stumbled over her words, or even just existed in his general vicinity, he found a way to poke fun at her. It wasn’t mean—no, Seungmin had a special talent for teasing her in a way that made her feel both flustered and strangely warm inside. But today, she had decided it was time for payback.

They were in the practice room, just hanging out after a long meeting. The others were scattered around, chatting, scrolling through their phones, or lying dramatically on the floor, exhausted from the day’s work. Y/N sat cross-legged on the couch, absentmindedly playing with the hem of her oversized sweater.

Seungmin, as expected, was sitting across from her, watching her with his usual smirk. “You look like you’re plotting something,” he mused, tilting his head. “Are you finally going to admit that I’m your favorite?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. “Seungmin, if I admit that, you’d never let me live it down.”

His grin widened. “True. But we both know it’s the truth.”

Instead of rolling her eyes like she usually would, Y/N decided to flip the script. She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand as she gazed at him through her lashes. “You know…” she started, her voice a little softer than usual, “I actually think you’re kinda cute when you’re not being insufferable.”

Seungmin blinked. The cocky expression wavered for just a second. “Huh?”

She tilted her head. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, you are insufferable 90% of the time, but sometimes—just sometimes—you’re cute.” She let her fingers trace lazy circles on the couch beside her, feigning innocence.

The room suddenly felt warmer.

Seungmin scoffed, leaning back against the couch as if trying to put more distance between them. “Nice try, Y/N. I see what you’re doing.”

She bit back a laugh. “Doing what?”

His eyes narrowed. “You’re trying to turn the teasing on me.”

Y/N blinked, all wide-eyed innocence. “I’m just saying what I think.” She let a slow smile spread across her lips, then leaned in just a little closer. “Does it make you nervous, Seungmin?”

He swallowed, his usual sharp retorts failing him for once. His ears were turning red.

Y/N had never felt more powerful.

Felix, who had been watching the entire exchange from the other side of the room, suddenly cackled. “Oh my God, she broke him.”

That snapped Seungmin out of it. “Shut up,” he muttered, shaking his head like he was trying to physically rid himself of whatever spell Y/N had just cast on him. He turned back to her, pointing an accusing finger. “Don’t think this means you’ve won.”

Y/N only smiled, shrugging as she leaned back. “Whatever you say, cutie.”

Seungmin groaned. “Oh, you’re going to regret this.”

But Y/N just laughed, enjoying the rare sight of Kim Seungmin flustered beyond words. The tables had turned, and she was going to have so much fun with this.

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Seungmin was not going to let Y/N win.

No way.

She had somehow managed to fluster him, Kim Seungmin, the king of teasing, and he had to regain control. The others wouldn’t let him live it down if he didn’t. Felix was still grinning at him whenever they made eye contact, Jeongin had called him "cutie" at least three times just to rub it in, and Changbin? Changbin had winked at him.

It was unacceptable.

So, Seungmin came up with a plan. He’d outflirt Y/N before she could get to him again.

The opportunity presented itself in the studio two days later. Most of the members were around, working on a project, but Y/N was sitting at the desk with her laptop, typing away. She looked focused, her long curls falling over one shoulder.

Seungmin smirked. Perfect.

He leaned against the desk, tilting his head just enough to look effortlessly charming. “You know, Y/N,” he mused, lowering his voice just slightly, “you’re kinda cute when you’re concentrating like that.”

She didn’t even blink. “I know.”

Seungmin faltered.

She knew?

Y/N finally looked up at him, the corner of her lips twitching in amusement. “What, were you expecting me to get flustered?”

He scowled. “No.”

She leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand—his move. “Are you sure?”

Seungmin gritted his teeth. “Positive.”

She smiled. “So you wouldn’t mind if I said you look cute when you’re trying so hard to act cool?”

His breath hitched.

Oh no.

Y/N didn’t stop there. “I mean, it’s adorable, really,” she continued, propping her elbow on the table. “Watching you struggle like this? It’s kinda fun.”

Seungmin opened his mouth to say something—anything—but nothing came out.

Han, from across the room, whistled. “Damn, she’s too powerful.”

Seungmin groaned, covering his face with his hands as the room erupted into laughter.

just smiled, reaching for her cup of coffee as if she hadn’t just obliterated him.

He was never going to win at this game.

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Seungmin was spiraling.

He had always been in control when it came to teasing Y/N. It was his thing—his favorite pastime. She was easy to fluster, easy to make stutter, easy to laugh at when she tried to fight back but ended up turning red instead.

But now?

Now he was the one struggling to form words whenever she got that amused little smile.

Now he was the one whose ears betrayed him every time she called him cute.

Now he was the one who had to deal with Felix and Jeongin whispering “Y/N owns you” at random times during the day.

It was unacceptable.

And yet, as he sat on the dorm couch, arms crossed, glaring at nothing in particular, he realized something even worse.

He didn’t hate it.

“Still mad?”

Seungmin snapped out of his thoughts to find Y/N standing in front of him, holding two cups of coffee. She was smirking. Of course, she was smirking. She had been smug ever since she successfully flipped the teasing back onto him.

“I’m not mad,” Seungmin muttered, taking the cup she offered him. “Just thinking.”

Y/N tilted her head, curling up next to him on the couch like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Thinking about how cute I said you were?”

Seungmin choked on his coffee.

Y/N laughed. Actually laughed.

Seungmin wiped his mouth aggressively. “Do you enjoy this?”

“Oh, very much.” She sipped her coffee. “I get why you tease me all the time now. It’s fun watching you squirm.”

Seungmin groaned, leaning his head back against the couch. “This is the worst.”

Y/N hummed, pretending to be deep in thought. “I could stop if you want.”

He scoffed. “You? Stop? Please.”

She grinned. “You’re right. It’s too much fun.” Then, as if to really drive the knife in, she reached up and ruffled his hair.

Seungmin sat up instantly, staring at her in shock. “Did you just—”

“Aw,” she cooed. “You look so soft like this.”

“Y/N.”

She burst out laughing, dodging when he tried to swat at her.

From the kitchen, Felix watched the scene unfold with a knowing smile. “Yeah,” he whispered to Hyunjin. “He’s so doomed.”

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Seungmin was in hell.

Not literal hell, of course. No, that would’ve been easier to deal with. Instead, he was trapped in a far worse situation—one of his own making.

He had spent months teasing Y/N, enjoying every flustered reaction, every stuttered excuse, every little glare she threw his way when he called her adorable just to see her blush.

But now?

Now Y/N had discovered her power.

And she was merciless.

They were at the company’s lounge, waiting for a meeting with the other members. Y/N sat next to Seungmin on the couch, her legs tucked comfortably beneath her, scrolling on her phone. She looked so casual, so unbothered—completely opposite from Seungmin, who was sitting rigidly, trying to ignore the fact that she had just leaned closer under the pretense of showing him something on her screen.

"Hey, Seung," she murmured, her voice just a little too sweet.

Seungmin exhaled slowly, bracing himself. "What."

She turned to him fully, resting her chin on her hand. "You know, I realized something."

He glanced at her warily. "What?"

Her lips curved into that infuriating smile. "You're really cute when you're nervous."

Seungmin stiffened.

No. No, he refused to let her get to him again.

"I don't get nervous," he shot back quickly, but his voice came out slightly higher than usual.

Y/N’s grin widened.

"You sure?" she asked, leaning in just a little closer. "Because your ears are turning red again."

Seungmin clamped a hand over them immediately. "They are not—"

She laughed, her brown curls bouncing as she settled back. "They totally are."

Felix, who had been sitting across from them, watching with pure entertainment, snickered. "Seungmin, buddy, you are struggling right now."

Seungmin scowled at him, then turned back to Y/N. "Okay, enough," he grumbled. "You’ve had your fun."

Y/N just sipped her drink, looking way too smug. "Oh, Seungmin," she sighed dramatically. "This is so much better than I ever imagined."

Seungmin groaned, dragging a hand down his face.

He had really done this to himself.

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Seungmin was suffering.

No, actually, he was losing.

He could handle the teasing. He could handle the smirks, the too-sweet tone, the way Y/N leaned in a little too close just to watch him squirm. But what he couldn’t handle was how much fun she was having with it.

It had gotten so bad that even Chan—the ever-observant leader who usually stayed out of their antics—had started watching with an amused expression whenever Y/N worked her magic.

Lee know too, start to following their exchanges with a smile.

Seungmin needed to fix this.

But first, he needed to survive.

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They were at the dorms that evening, lounging around after practice. Felix, Jeongin, and Han were playing a video game, while Changbin and Hyunjin were arguing over what movie to watch. Seungmin, unfortunately, was stuck on the couch next to Y/N.

She had barely done anything, yet he already felt on edge.

Then, she stretched.

Her sweater slipped slightly off her shoulder, exposing a little more of her collarbone. And maybe—maybe—Seungmin’s eyes flickered there for a fraction of a second too long.

Unfortunately for him, Y/N noticed.

Her smirk was instant. “See something you like, Seungmin?”

Seungmin choked on absolutely nothing.

Felix cackled. Jeongin dropped his controller. Han practically fell off the couch.

“Oh my God, he’s so done,” Hyunjin wheezed.

Seungmin glared at them all, face burning. “I hate every single one of you.”

Y/N giggled. “That’s not very nice, Seung.” She leaned in a little closer. “I thought we were bonding.”

Seungmin clenched his jaw. She’s enjoying this way too much.

He needed a counterattack. He needed to flip the script back in his favor.

And he had the perfect plan.

He let out a long sigh, then turned to her with the most innocent expression he could muster. “You know, Y/N,” he mused, lowering his voice just enough to sound soft, almost affectionate.

She raised an eyebrow. “Hm?”

He tilted his head, eyes locked onto hers. “You’re really pretty.”

Silence.

The entire room froze.

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, her breath catching just for a moment. Seungmin watched as her confident expression wavered—just a little, but enough for him to notice.

Then, her ears turned pink.

Seungmin grinned.

“Oh no,” Felix whispered dramatically. “Did he just—”

“He flipped it,” Jeongin gasped.

Seungmin leaned in just a little. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked, his tone all teasing sweetness. “Didn’t expect that?”

Y/N opened her mouth—probably to retaliate—but nothing came out.

Seungmin leaned back, arms crossed, looking way too pleased with himself.

“That’s one point for me,” he announced smugly.

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “Oh, it’s on, Kim Seungmin.”

Seungmin smirked. “Bring it on, sweetheart.”

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Seungmin had tasted victory.

For the first time in weeks, he had managed to turn the tables on Y/N. The moment she got flustered, the way her ears turned pink, the fact that she had been speechless—it was glorious.

But he wasn’t done.

No, he had a new strategy now. If Y/N wanted to keep playing this game, he was going to raise the stakes.

And that’s how the sweet name war began.

The first time he tried it, they were in the practice room with the others. Y/N had just finished going over schedules with Chan when Seungmin strolled over, casually leaning against the wall.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he drawled.

The reaction was immediate.

Y/N’s hand froze mid-note, and for a split second, Seungmin saw the way her shoulders stiffened. Then, she turned slowly, eyes narrowing. “What did you just call me?”

Seungmin grinned. “Sweetheart. Why? Don’t like it?”

Felix, sitting on the floor, gasped.

Jeongin choked on his water.

Hyunjin dramatically clutched his chest. “Oh, he’s evil for that.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “You’re pushing your luck, darling.”

Seungmin’s smirk twitched. Oh. She was fighting back?

Fine. He welcomed the challenge.

The next day, she hit back at breakfast.

Seungmin was pouring himself coffee when Y/N waltzed into the kitchen, hair still messy from sleep. She barely glanced at him before humming, “Morning, honey.”

He almost spilled his coffee.

“Oh?” she blinked innocently. “Something wrong?”

Seungmin cleared his throat, gripping his mug. “Not at all, princess.”

Y/N faltered—just slightly—but she recovered quickly, grabbing a slice of toast like nothing happened.

Felix walked in at that moment, took one look at them, and sighed. “I feel like I should start keeping score.”

By the end of the week, the entire group was invested.

At the dorm, Chan, Hyunjin, Lee Know and Han actually started betting on who would break first.

“Y/N is good, but Seungmin has no shame,” Chan pointed out.

“Yeah, but she learned from him,” Hyunjin argued. “And she’s petty.”

"He will loose for sure" say Lee Know.

Meanwhile, Seungmin and Y/N kept going.

At lunch:

“Pass the salt, love?”

“Of course, darling.”

At the company lounge:

“Move over, sweet pea.”

“No problem, baby.”

At game night:

“Good luck, angel.”

“You too, snugglebug.”

Seungmin choked. “WHAT?”

Y/N grinned. “Problem, puppy?”

Felix actually collapsed on the floor laughing.

Jeongin was in tears.

“Oh my God,” Han wheezed. “She won.”

Seungmin sat there, stunned.

Y/N just sipped her drink, looking smug. “What’s wrong, honey bun?”

Seungmin groaned, dropping his head onto the table.

He had created a monster.

And the war is far from over.

To be continue

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Obsession feels a lot like love if you close your eyes.

⌗ 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈 | 𝐎𝐓𝟖

† " End of Beginning " Time moves forward, but sometimes, the reminders of a love that once was will remain stuck.

✭ " Felix's Cookies have a Side Effect " Felix’s cookies were supposed to bring happiness—not turn you into a walking, talking aegyo machine.

✭ " IKEA Adventures " what was supposed to be a trip to IKEA to find a new table ends into a lifetime ban from the establishment.

☁︎ " Bruises? Mate they're Badass. " When hurtful comments about your bruises shake your confidence, the Stray Kids members come together to remind you what your marks are worth.

⌗ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

✭ " Bound By Mistake " k.seungmin

⌗ 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍

༆ " Almost? " Chan and you have been best friends forever, always toeing the line between friendship and something more.

⌗ 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎

❀✭ " The Cat Test " Because dating Minho means dating his cats, too.

†☁︎ " I Needed You " You turned to Minho for comfort, only to be met with cold dismissal. But as you lie in a hospital bed, the weight of the guilt consumes him.

⌗ 𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍

❀✭ " Wait, you like me? " Gym rule #1: Always track your progress. Gym rule #2: Don’t let your ridiculously handsome gym buddy read your sparkly pink notebook.

⌗ 𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍

❥ " Pretty Crybaby " Hyunjin loves nothing more than breaking you down piece by piece—until you're a sobbing little mess begging him to ruin you.

⌗ 𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

❀✭ " You Talk in Your Sleep " Jisung has always known you had weird habits, but nothing prepared him for the absolute nonsense you muttered in your sleep. Tonight, however, your sleepy confessions give him some unexpected entertainment.

❥ " Sticky, Sweet, Strawberries " The heat is unbearable, but not nearly as suffocating as the need in Jisung’s gaze—sticky fingers, strawberry-stained lips, and all—until you’re trembling and ruined.

†☁︎ " Breathe, Ji " The weight of expectations and exhaustion finally pushes Jisung to his breaking point on stage.

⌗ 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

❥ " Game over " Felix has been stuck in bronze all day, frustrated from shitty teammates and losing streaks. You decide to offer him a little… distraction. But what starts as playful teasing quickly turns into payback when Felix reminds you exactly who’s in control.

❥ " Dreams of You " A quiet night of gaming between best friends takes a heated turn when Felix overhears your mumbling his name in your sleep.

⌗ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍

༆ " A One Point Difference " Your reign at the top of the leaderboard is shattered by Kim Seungmin, an infuriatingly effortless genius. What starts as a battle of wits soon spirals into a bet that changes everything.

⌗ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍

✭ " A Week of Psychological Warfare and Pranks " What starts as harmless poke towards Jeongin spirals into a week-long prank war.

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