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PART 11.

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series masterlist.

series summary: you and chan get matched up on a forum for people who suffer with insomnia and spent most of your sleepless nights texting each other. neither of you expected to fall in love..

pairing: bang chan x reader

tags: smau, the boys groupchat during part 10

a/n: this is a bit of a bonus chapter, but someone asked for Chan freaking out in the groupchat when reader asks him out and well.. I ended up with 9 ss so here ya go hehe <3

(as always, ignore the time stamps tnxx)

a/n: next chapter will be reader and chan's first time facetiming eeeekk! <3 >> part 12

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i’ll tell him about us, so he may want us to stay [hhj, ksm].

( 💭 ) — there is only one bed trope, except there is also a couch, but no one wants to you it. wc: 1.4 k.

( 🗣️ ) —  fluff. mention of alcohol. brief religious (angelic) imagery. little spoon seungmin. they are all down bad, your honour. poly seungjin, but not yet. connected to this smau of mine.

the voice spoke from afar in your dream. and with each word more, the heavy fog surrounding your mind started to dissolve, leaving no trace of the tale that you had already forgotten about. the voice was pulling you awake. 

“you are not going to sleep on the couch, hyunjin, you’ve been complaining about your back for days”. 

the answer came quickly, yet quietly enough that your sleep-muffled ears weren’t able to pick upon the sound. 

you tossed yourself on the other side of the bed — yours, and with thin eyes you blindly reached for the phone that was charging on the nightstand, tapping it once to display the time. 12.32 am. 

it was quite ordinary for you to wake up on the other side of the bed — you always indulged in the comfort that radiated from seungmin's warm body, even more at night. this time unsuccessfully. 

“tomorrow we have an early practice and if you make even one single mistake minho-hyung won’t waste and blame me for it”. hyunjin giggled, louder than he originally intended. the idea must have been endearing. 

and endeared he was. but this apparent misplaced response can be easily explained: to escape any kind of unwanted confrontation, seungmin cultivated the ability to shift his bright eyes into pools of black ink. and each time hyunjin’s heart couldn’t help but flatter, captivated by the sight. so yes, the thought might as well have been delicious. 

through the door that led to the living room, behind which seungmin was willfully trying to rationalise with hyunjin, was coming a soft light. only the reading lamp was turned on. 

as the time passed the voices became milder and soon enough both men were standing in the entryway of the bedroom. 

after a second to adjust to the lack of lighting, seungmin placed a quick peck on your hairline. hyunjin, as if he had just fathomed the implication of ‘not sleeping on the couch’, didn’t move from his previous position. static. almost unresponsive. 

“did we wake you up?” your boyfriend questioned, to which you only managed to hum in response. he stomped around the room, evidently still inebriated from the night, or maybe just affected by the sudden dimness of the room. 

“can you tell hyune that it’s fine if he sleeps here?” he spoke, as he threw a pair of freshly washed joggers at hyunjin. 

here. but not on the couch. 

here. in our bed.  

hyunjin, that still hadn’t moved a single muscle since the very second he had locked eyes with you (or the bed, or you in the bed), was resting his head on the door’s frame. 

from the angle with which you were lying in bed, the lamp in the other room was perfectly in axis with his head, giving the illusion that a crown of light was placed upon his hair — a halo of grace. 

because of the backlight, only his silhouette was visible, your imagination couldn’t help but run — from experience you know that even after a sip of beer his cheeks would turn rosey, each sip more. and now, after a whole night of drinking and laughing, the blush must have spread to the tip of his ears too. talking about deliciousness.

you cursed the lighting for obstructing the so longed view. you cured yourself for your self-imposed absence to the evening, to which you had been invited to, but decided not to go (“no one is going to suddenly die if i decide to stay at home for once” you had stated just a few days before). 

“of course it’s fine” you agreed, trying to sound convincing, but your voice was hoarse and your throat even slight dry. you swallowed hard. 

hyunjin. seungmin. bed. together.  

“i’m gonna go change then” he finally stated, regaining a pinch of self-awareness. as soon as he locked the door of the bathroom, seungmin sat on the edge of the bed next to you.  

“it’s actually fine, right?” he asked, his hands automatically reaching for your hips, “we are not being creepy or placing grounds for a lawsuit?” 

you snorted at his remark, “you should ask yourself that, i’m not the one who’s going to wake up with a boner”. 

he rolled his eyes, but the broad smile that appeared on his lips betrayed him, leaving you flooded with fondness. you took one of his hands and placed it on your lips, leaving a trail of soft, but messy kisses from his fingertips to his wrist. 

his whole face glowed up, pushing the giddy smile to the side of his face, the one that was facing away from you, trying to hide his contentment, sprung by such a mundane display of affection — this was a sight you could never get bored of. 

he lowered down his body on yours, placing his head on your belly and hugging tightly your torso. his nose pushing on the soft skin between your ribs. you could feel the frustration by the grip of his hands on you — tight, like an anchor’s pull in a safe harbor, keeping him steady and afloat. 

“what?” you questioned. he took a deep breath, that proceeds to let out as a sigh. 

“he was close to me all night, touching me at any given time and laughing even at my worst jokes” he whispered, “felt a tornado in my guts every time we made eye contact”. 

you giggled, stroking his hair right behind his ear, just enough length to curl them on your fingers. 

“damn, people laugh at your jokes?” he squeezed the sides of your waist, a high-pitched squeak left your lips. and, after a deep moment of silence, “we talked about you half the night, if not more” he added.  

that knowledge weighed on you. sunk you to the core of the earth and single handedly managed to rise you above the horizon, high enough to touch heaven.  

before you could even form a proper thought on the matter (“what did he ask about?”, “does he smile when you talk about me?”, “did he suggest crashing here tonight?”), hyunjin emerged from the door. 

his jeans were now gone, leaving him with an old pair of pajamas pants and the beggy shirt that he had on before. you also realized, only based upon the time he had spent inside the bathroom, that he might have also washed his teeth quickly (for weeks now there has been a third toothbrush on the sink’s counter, keeping company to the other two).  

once again, just as before, he got stuck on the threshold, shifting his weight between his feet. hyunjin, infront of this unusual scene, felt unsure of his place. or perhaps the complete opposite: maybe he feared for a possible outcame that he never actually questioned, too stuck in his own head, too lost in the fantasy of his own making. 

“would you prefer to sleep on a side?” you asked him, before he got the chance to say anything. he nodded vigorously. 

with seungmin now in the middle of bed to leave space for the other man, you squished your body against your boyfriend’s, leaving your arm to hang lazily on his waist, your hand just a few centimeters away from hyunjin's. 

“goodnight, then” you whispered into the darkness, after you all settled down. they both whisper it back to you, almost out of breath. 

as the silence took over the room once again, you tried to shift your focus from the proximity between the three of you to any other thought or sound that you could grasp.  

so you tried to focus on the far chattering coming from down the street. or even the paint tweets of the sparrows that nested in the trees of the city. 

in this position, with your ear pressed on seungmin’s back, you could also hear his heartbeat, raging so fiercely against his skin that you couldn’t truly distinguish his from yours. 

electricity was tickling the flesh of your fingertips, as a reminder of a needed desired that was unsuccesfully trying to overpower you. but you kept still.

and you wondered if hyunjin was feeling even a small fraction of what you were. or how seungmin was able to sustain this level of control, as he was leaving all that tiny, yet unberable, space between their bodies, after being pressed thigh to thigh for hours. 

“guys?” hyunjin called out, so unexpectedly that you felt your body jump. seungmin hummed back. you held your breath, “would it be weird if i asked to hold hands? just to fall asleep”. 

“not at all”, “please” you both answered in unison, the margins of your figures finally blurring out. you could hold our hands forever, if you’d like. 

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He's not there for you when he should be: Seungmin, part 2

Seungmin x reader

Masterlist part 1

Warnings: none

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[SKZ Log] Seungmin : Mini's minilog 5

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What kind of TikToks/ memes skz spam you with

stray kids ot8 x reader | memes, tiktok brainrot, delulu love

🌙 synopsis: they send you cat videos. they send you emotional edits. they send you memes so cursed you wonder if they love you or hate you. this is what it’s like when skz start spamming your phone with tiktoks and memes—chaotic, flirty, embarrassing, and just a little bit soft. some say “this is us.” some send frogs. one sends you his own fancam.

💌 a/n: i know i’ve been gone. i was in my bed, vertical, rotting, and thinking about how lee know would send me a meme with a cat falling off a table and say “this is you.” anyway. here’s how skz spam your phone with absolute meme chaos while being in love with you. some of them are unhinged. some of them are soft. all of them are annoying about it. p.s. if han sends you a capcut edit with 4 fonts and trap remix audio—run (into his arms). p.p.s. reblog before changbin sends you a thirst trap labeled ‘this is me without you’

📍credits: @cafekitsune for the divider

🎶 Now Playing: "Roller Coaster" — NMIXX

bang chan // 방찬

meme/tiktok type:

Workout fails

Dogs doing dumb things

Emotional “this is us” edits with sappy music

Also sends you TikToks of his own songs and pretends to be shy about it

caption game:

“this reminded me of you. the dog. not the person.” “tell me this isn’t us if we were koalas” “also ignore the fact that this is Stay edits of me i just thought it was cute”

lee know // 리노

meme/tiktok type:

Absolute crackhead humor. Nonsense memes. No context.

Cats slapping people. Cats vibing. Cats being dramatic.

Will send you the same meme 3 times across different apps

Secretly saves romantic ones but never sends them

caption game:

“this is dori. and you. and me.” “no idea what this means but i laughed for 6 minutes” “look. cat.” (sends TikTok, says nothing, stares at your reaction)

changbin // 창빈

meme/tiktok type:

Gym memes. Fails. Motivational edits of himself.

Screaming memes. People eating weird food.

Occasionally sends one labeled “u and me” that’s actually too cute to handle

Also “this is so us” but it’s SpongeBob yelling

caption game:

“THIS IS ME WHEN YOU DON’T TEXT BACK” “also me when you look at someone else” “us. if we were anime protagonists in love. which we are”

hyunjin // 현진

meme/tiktok type:

Aesthetic montages. POV “he’s in love with you” TikToks.

BookTok clips. Art edits. Dramatic softboy content.

Sends you thirst traps then acts like he didn’t

Occasionally includes frog memes and pretends he’s above it

caption game:

“this is how i see you. every day.” “i want to paint this but it’ll never capture your energy” “also this frog is me watching you flirt with someone else”

han // 한

meme/tiktok type:

Unhinged edits. Capcut disasters. TikToks with 5 fonts and dubstep

Conspiracy theory memes. SpongeBob clips. Rats doing ballet.

Screaming animals. Scenarios that are you coded but in the most ✨ cursed ✨ way

Also sends one serious, wholesome one every 38 chaotic ones

caption game:

“this is literally you when you see a bug” “me thinking about u at 3AM” “wait but look. the rat is crying bc the cheese is gone. that’s me without u” “the brainrot is real. here’s proof.”

felix // 필릭스

meme/tiktok type:

Wholesome couples. POV cuddles. Cozy TikToks with soft piano covers.

Animal rescue glow-ups. Minecraft cats.

Sends you “this is us” compilations like he’s not one of the hottest idols alive

The occasional thirst trap with “me if u ever leave me”

caption game:

“us when we’re 80” “this cat reminds me of the way you hold my hand” “also this one is just rly cute pls watch all 3 mins” “lowkey cried watching this idk why”

seungmin // 승민

meme/tiktok type:

Dry humor. TikToks where the joke is deadpan and subtle

Will not laugh at your meme unless it’s actually funny

Sends you roasts disguised as “random meme”

Occasionally soft but pretends it’s ironic

caption game:

“this is u when you get 3 hours of sleep and say you’re fine” “just so you know, this is what you look like when you lie” “also me. watching you simp for me. loser.” “(i love you tho)”

i.n // 아이엔

meme/tiktok type:

Gen Z humor. Audio layered. Text flying. Capcut on crack.

TikToks that make NO sense but somehow hit

Sends memes of himself. Reacts to your TikToks with TikToks.

“this you?” energy at all times

caption game:

“YOU IN 4K” “this is so us but also it’s you being feral” “me when you leave me on read for 0.03 seconds” “if you don’t laugh i’m blocking you (jk… unless?)”

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Coffee Shop, 4:49PM — Belong

Taehyung couldn’t help but breathe in deeply through his nose as soon as he and his friends stepped inside the cafe. Although at first he had agreed on joining them for the sake of getting out of the apartment and maybe, just maybe, being able to find some inspiration for his paintings, he found himself feeling hungry all of a sudden — the indulging smell of coffee and baked goods filling the place, doing a good job at making him want to order everything that was on sight.

Being too caught up on taking in his surroundings, enjoying the cartoon themed graffiti art covering every single inch of the walls, he missed the way his friends had already made their way over to the counter, finding himself having to take long strides to catch up with them right as Jimin reached the ordering line.

That’s when his eyes fell on you, not acknowledging any of their presences yet as you were too busy typing down the order of the person who was in line right in front of them. And he couldn’t help but quietly stare. You looked different, in a way. He didn’t know if it was the mask covering half of your face and the hat that somehow managed to make the whole uniform come together, but you looked composed for a change, like you actually knew what you were doing. And whether it was an act you were putting on or you had truly found your zone for once and for all, he couldn’t deny it was nice seeing you like that, instead of struggling whenever it came down to doing any kind of mundane tasks. Not like he would ever admit it out loud, though.

Watching the guy in front of them in line go take a seat after having ordered, he followed right after Jimin when he took a step towards the counter — your smiling eyes going to your coworker next to you as you handed him a small note with the previous customer’s choice of drink for him to get started on, and then finally fixing them on them, more precisely, on Jimin.

“Min!” you greeted cheerfully.

“Hey, gorgeous” Jimin greeted back just as happily, eyes leaving yours for a moment as he took in your outfit. “I don’t think I had ever seen you in a uniform before”.

“School, maybe?” you tilted your head, teasingly raising one of your eyebrows.

“Right,” he laughed breathily. “This is different, though. You look really cute, I like it”.

With your smile growing wider at the compliment and your eyes locked with his, you missed the way Taehyung had —not very subtly— rolled his eyes. Nevertheless, although the mask you were wearing was covering half of your face and he only got to see your smile through the way your eyes had turned into two crescent moons, a part of him couldn’t help but feel intrigued, for he had never seen you smile like that before. Then again, not like he had actually given you any reasons to smile during those few weeks you had been living together.

“Thank you” your voice came out quite breathily as well, only then your eyes focusing on the rest of them. “Hello,” you bowed politely, having all three of them greet you just the same. “What can I get for you?”

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Shout out to the USA for pissing Canadians off so bad it flipped an entire election that was supposed to be a landslide for the center-right, forever in your debt o7

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. 【 ARRANGED ℳARRIAGE 】

享受 ! .°. ݁₊ 𐙚 !reader, cw: arranged marriage au, slight angst, fluff (ig), kissing, strangers to lovers (if that’s what they call it), super duber long (ok might not disappear but who knows), not proofread :P, hyung line ver.

HAN

Han Jisung –(aka husband who swears he’s not panicking while definitely panicking) From the moment you said “I do,” Han Jisung looked like he was fighting for his life. He was sweating through his suit, grinning way too wide, and stuttering so much during the vows that the officiant asked him twice if he was under duress. You weren’t thrilled about the arranged marriage either. You didn’t know each other, didn’t choose each other, and for the first few weeks, it showed. The atmosphere in your shared home was polite but tense like two interns accidentally assigned the same group project, silently wondering who would flake first. Jisung tried his best. He’d attempt conversation over breakfast: “Do you… like toast?” “I mean, of course you like toast, who doesn’t like toast—wait, are you gluten-free? Should I die?” “Sorry. That was dramatic. I’ll stop talking. Unless you want me to talk. Then I’ll talk forever.” You stared at him like he was a sitcom character that got lost on the way to his own show. The man was nervous. Constantly. He’d bump into chairs and say “sorry” to them. He’d knock on the bathroom door even when it was clearly open. He’d rehearse things in his room before saying them to you. One night you overheard: “Hey, Y/N, how was your day? No, too fake. Try again. Okay—Hey, Y/N! How’s the weather in your heart tod—no. Ew. What the hell.” You almost laughed. Almost. But the truth is, Jisung wasn’t acting. He was just genuinely trying. Genuinely overwhelmed. Genuinely scared of screwing up something that had already started with zero consent or choice. One night, you came home exhausted from work, dropped your bag on the floor, and groaned into your hands. Jisung, who had been pretending to study something on his laptop, panicked. “Oh my god. Did someone yell at you? Did you eat today? Did a bird attack you again?” “…Again?” He scrambled into the kitchen like a sitcom wife from the ‘50s, muttering, “I can cook—I mean, I can microwave—no wait, I made eggs once without the shell—wait, do you like eggs??” You burst out laughing. You didn’t mean to, but it just happened. And Jisung froze, blinking like he’d just won a Grammy. “…Was that a laugh? Did I do that? Did I—should I bottle this moment? Is this my peak?” You couldn’t stop. You laughed until you cried, and he stood there, looking both victorious and deeply confused. That broke the wall. After that, everything became easier. You talked more. Shared dumb jokes. Started watching random shows together at night while Jisung made running commentary like: “If they kiss now I’m suing.” “I relate to this character deeply. He’s tired and scared and emotionally repressed. Sexy.” You noticed he was actually really smart. Quick-witted. Sensitive. And kind. Like the kind of kind that doesn’t make a show of it, he just does things. He once quietly fixed your phone charger without telling you. Left sticky notes on your notebook when you had a stressful day. Learned how to make your favorite comfort food just in case. But he never crossed a line. Never forced closeness. Just waited. Patiently. Softly. Then, one rainy night, you found him asleep on the couch. Hugging a pillow. Mumbling in his sleep: “Y/N… don’t leave…” You froze. The next morning, he woke up to you making breakfast. He shuffled into the kitchen, hair a mess, eyes still puffy. “Morning…” You turned around. “Why would I leave?” He blinked. “Wait. Huh?” You walked up, poked his chest gently. “You were talking in your sleep. You said not to leave.” Jisung turned red in real-time. “I—I—NO I—THAT WAS A DREAM—NO—IT WAS A QUOTE—I WAS REHEARSING A LINE—IT’S FOR A PLAY—SHAKESPEARE. YEAH.” You laughed and kissed his cheek. He stopped breathing. You whispered, “I’m not going anywhere.” He whispered, “I think I love you.” Then screamed into a pillow.

Now? Jisung still panics over toast. Still practices conversations in the shower. Still dramatically falls to the floor if you compliment him too sincerely. But he also wraps his arms around you at night like he never wants to let go. Says “I love you” like it’s a reflex. Like it’s the air he breathes. Your marriage may have been arranged. But the love? That part was his choice. And every single day, he keeps choosing you awkwardly, dramatically, wholeheartedly.

FELIX

Felix – (aka sunshine husband who has no idea how to act cold so he just gives you cookies instead) You expected a lot of things from an arranged marriage. tension, silence, maybe even mild resentment. What you didn’t expect was a man with a literal Tupperware container of homemade brownies on your wedding night, shyly holding them out like a peace offering.“Hi… um. I baked these. I don’t know how to start conversations so… chocolate?” You stared at him. He stared back, looking like a golden retriever that got dropped into a corporate meeting by accident. The beginning was awkward, of course. You weren’t strangers, but you weren’t close either. You tiptoed around each other in the house, always polite, always a bit too careful like roommates who accidentally got married and didn’t want to make it weird. Felix, for his part, was trying. So hard. Too hard, honestly. He’d overthink everything. “Do you want me to knock before entering the kitchen?” “Is it okay if I call you… uh… your name?” “I organized the pantry alphabetically. Is that weird? Should I undo it?” You: “I just wanted cereal.” But then came the baking. It started small, a cookie here, a muffin there. Then suddenly it was “surprise banana bread Tuesday” and “midnight croissant therapy.” You’d wake up to little notes by the coffee machine: “Today might be rough, so I made cinnamon rolls. You got this.” “Don’t forget to eat, okay? There’s matcha cake in the fridge. Love, not-so-legally-your-husband.” And that’s the thing about Felix. He wasn’t trying to impress you. He just cared. Genuinely, openly, maybe even recklessly. You caught feelings faster than you were willing to admit. How were you supposed to not fall for the man who learned your coffee order by week two, remembered your deadlines better than you did, and looked at you like the sun was doing him a personal favor by existing through you? Still, neither of you really acknowledged the shift. He stayed sweet. You stayed guarded. And your house became this soft little bubble of tension-filled domesticity, where nothing happened but everything was happening. Then one night, you had a breakdown. Work was suffocating, your family was pressuring you about the marriage, and you just… snapped. You stormed into the kitchen, tired and overwhelmed, and finally said it: “This wasn’t supposed to be real, okay? You weren’t supposed to be nice. You weren’t supposed to make me feel like this was a home.” Felix looked like you’d punched him in the chest. Slowly, he set down the cake batter he was mixing. “…Do you want it to be real?” You: “What?” “This marriage. Us. I… I know we didn’t choose this. But I wake up and think about you. I go to sleep hoping you had a good day. I bake because it’s the only way I know how to show you that I care without scaring you off.” You didn’t say anything. He smiled, sad and small. “I didn’t want to make this harder for you. But if being nice made it worse, I’ll stop—” You kissed him. You pulled back. “Sorry. Was that—” “Do it again.” Now? Felix still bakes at 2 a.m. Still writes notes on the fridge. Still organizes the pantry like a spreadsheet. But he also kisses your temple before you leave the house. Holds your hand during grocery runs like he’s afraid to let go. Whispers, “I know we didn’t choose this but if I had to do it again, I’d still choose you.” The marriage might’ve started with a contract. But the love? That came frosted, warm, and wrapped in a Tupperware full of effort. And you’ve been choosing him back ever since.

SEUNGMIN

Seungmin – (aka the emotionally constipated husband who shows affection by roasting you into submission) You didn’t expect him to be warm. Honestly, you would’ve been suspicious if he was. Seungmin greeted you on your wedding day with a polite nod and the emotional availability of a tax form. No smile. No small talk. Just a: “I’ll take the guest room. Don’t leave your dishes in the sink.” Romantic. At first, it was like living with a very tidy ghost who silently judged you for breathing too loud. You tried initiating conversation, but all you got were one-word replies: “Good morning.” “…Morning.” “How was work?” “Fine.” “Do you need anything from the store?” “Decency.” You were this close to throwing a pillow at him. Or a toaster. Whichever was closer. But you noticed something strange. Despite the deadpan sarcasm and constant eye-rolling, he… listened. Mentioned once that you liked strawberry yogurt? Magically appeared in the fridge. Said you had a meeting on Thursday? He reminded you like a snarky Google calendar. Offhandedly said your back hurt? There was a hot pack on your desk the next morning. But when you tried to thank him, he’d brush it off with: “I didn’t do it for you. I just hate hearing you complain.” Uh-huh. Sure. Over time, the silence shifted. It didn’t feel tense anymore just… calm. Comfortable, even. You started eating meals at the same time. Watching the same dramas on opposite ends of the couch. Bickering like a married couple without actually being one. You: “You know, if you smiled once in a while, you’d be kind of cute.” Seungmin: “If you talked less, I might live longer.” You: “You love me.” Seungmin: “Blink twice if you’re hallucinating.” But he didn’t move away when you scooted closer on the couch. Didn’t object when you started doing laundry together. Didn’t stop you when you fell asleep on his shoulder one night and mumbled, “Don’t leave.” He just sat there, tense for a moment… then relaxed, and whispered, almost too softly to hear: “I won’t.” That was the beginning. One night, you found him in the kitchen at 1 a.m., making ramen and quietly humming. You padded over in your socks, leaned against the counter, and mumbled, “Did you ever want this? Us?” He didn’t look at you right away. “No.” Ouch. “But now that I have it… I don’t want anyone else.” You blinked. “That was weirdly romantic for you.” He shoved a spoonful of ramen into your mouth. “Shut up before I take it back.” Now? Seungmin still teases you mercilessly. Still roasts you in front of your own plants. Still rolls his eyes when you do something mildly annoying and mutters, “This is why I should’ve married a cactus.” But he also tucks you in when you fall asleep on the couch. Picks up your favorite snacks without being asked. Keeps one of your hair ties on his wrist and pretends it’s not a big deal. He’s not loud with love. Not obvious. Not flowery. But he’s consistent. And in the end, being loved by Seungmin feels like this: No grand speeches. No dramatic confessions. Just someone who stays. Quietly, steadily. And never lets go.

JEONGIN

Jeongin –(aka the flustered baby husband who talks back but blushes when you talk nice) Jeongin walked into the arranged marriage like a man headed to war. Not dramatic at all. Except he was dramatic about it. Silently, of course. He was young, successful, trying to prove himself in his field and suddenly he was being told, “Surprise! You’re getting married to someone you barely know. Smile for the wedding photos!” He did not smile. He grimaced. Your first few days of married life were… quiet. Not hostile, just awkward. You felt like you were both house-sitting the same apartment with unspoken rules and polite small talk. You’d pass each other in the hallway like coworkers forced onto the same project. “Hey.” “Hey.” “Did you eat?” “Kind of. You?” “Cool.” Silence. But Jeongin wasn’t cold just reserved. You caught him staring sometimes. Not in a creepy way. More like he was trying to figure out how the hell he was supposed to be a husband when he still googled how to fix a leaky faucet and forgot to switch his laundry. He wasn’t emotionally constipated just emotionally under construction. And then the sarcasm kicked in. Jeongin, once he got comfortable, became the king of side-eyes and muttered jabs. “Oh wow, you’re cooking? Should I call the fire department now or later?” “You fell asleep watching that drama again. I took a picture. It’s blackmail now.” “Just because we’re married doesn’t mean I have to like your taste in socks.” But you noticed something interesting. He’d grumble when you asked him to do something but he’d still do it. He’d tease you for being forgetful but he never forgot your schedule. He’d pretend to be too cool but blushed like crazy when you complimented his shirt. And when you started teasing him back? Oh, he short-circuited. You: “You look good today, husband.” Jeongin: blinking rapidly “Wh—pft—I—shut up.” You: “Are you blushing?” Jeongin: “NO. You’re just standing near something red.” You: “i’m standing next to you.” Jeongin: “……” It became a routine. Casual affection buried in banter. Emotional intimacy hiding behind post-it notes and shared ramen bowls at midnight. He made a habit of waiting for you to get home before he went to bed. You made a habit of telling him everything you liked about him just to watch him get flustered. Eventually, something changed. One night, you were curled up on opposite ends of the couch, and you casually asked, “Do you still wish this never happened?” He stared at the ceiling for a long time. Then, without looking at you: “At first, yeah. I thought it’d ruin my life.” Pause. “…But then you walked in. And you didn’t try to change me. You just… stayed. And now, I don’t know what I’d do if you left.” You looked at him, heart thumping. He turned to you, cheeks pink. “This is the only time I’m being soft. If you bring this up tomorrow, I’ll deny everything.” You didn’t bring it up. But you did kiss him. And he kissed you back like someone who finally figured out what home felt like. Now? Jeongin still talks back. Still gets flustered when you say “my husband” too easily. Still pretends he’s too cool to cuddle until he’s asleep on your chest with his hand fisted in your hoodie like a security blanket. He’ll tease you in public. Laugh at your clumsiness. Say things like: “Wow, imagine marrying someone like you.” And when you pout, he’ll smirk and lean in real close. “…Lucky me.” He might not have chosen this at the beginning. But he’s choosing you now every single day.

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things that happened to me when i was a woman in STEM:

an advisor humiliated me in front of an entire lab group because of a call I made in his place when he wouldn't reply to my e-mails for months

he later delegated part of my master's thesis work to a 19-year old male undergrad without my approval

a male scientist at a NASA conference looked me up and down and asked when i was graduating and if i was open to a job at his company. right before inquiring what my ethnicity was because i "looked exotic"

a random male member of the public began talking over me and my female advisor, an oceanographer with a pHD and decades of experience, saying he knew more about oceanography than us

things that have happened to me since becoming a man in STEM:

being asked consistently for advice on projects despite being completely new to a position

male colleagues approaching me to drop candid information regarding our partners / higher ups that I was not privy to before

lenience toward my work in a way I haven't experienced before. incredible understanding when I need to take time off to care for my family.

conference rooms go silent when I start talking. no side chatter. I get a baseline level of attention and focus from people that's very unfamiliar and genuinely difficult for me to wrap my head around.

like. yes some PI's will still be assholes regardless of the gender of their subordinates but, I've lived this transition. misogyny in STEM is killing women's careers, and trans men can and do experience male privilege.

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Tim, appearing on Dick's balcony: Hi!

Dick, in his boxers and toothbrush in his mouth: It's fucking 3 AM, bitch. wdyw?

Tim:

Dick:

Tim:

Dick: Whatever. Get inside before I throw you off the balcony instead.

Tim: Thanks, big bro!

Wally, watching their interaction from the couch: I— what was that? Telepathy? What?

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