skz-akira

[skz-akira]

Hiiii, what about prompt 17 and 19 with skz minho? I'm a sucker for really angst writing (preferably with fluffy ending but its okay if not!)

Im a bit new and have been scared to ask/request stuff lol 😭,

Love your works, tysm! ♡♡♡

“you stood me up- again?” it wasn’t really a question, more of a statement, but you couldn’t hide the disappointment in your voice. the worst part was, you weren’t even angry, only hurt. minho cringed, running a hand through his hair. “look, babe, i forgot okay? it was a mistake.”

you regarded him steadily. “you’ve been making a lot of mistakes lately.”

his jaw clenched as you watched him silently. he sighed and began, “i’m sorry, i-”

"isn’t it a little late for an apology?"

he gaped at you, his eyes filled with shock. you met his eyes coldly. again and again. he would make a mistake, apologise, and then you would forgive him. you were sick and tired of it. you were sick and tired of him.

“y/n… you don’t mean that.” minho whispered, his eyes grief stricken. “please, this is the last time that i’ll ever hurt you.”

“you’re right. because i won’t be talking to you after this.” you spat. he winced, his expression dejected.

“no… y/n… give me another chance, please. i love you so, so much, and i-i’ve been a horrible boyfriend.”

you took a deep breath, considering his words. another chance?

“please , I want to make up for what I did in the past. Just please.” he gazed at you imploringly, and you saw a hint of him. the boy you had fallen in love with. the earnest, hardworking one. maybe… just maybe… he would come back to you.

“okay.” you whispered.

[skz-akira]

Hey saw the promt thing ànd can you do 4 and 8 for chan. Ly and thanks 😊

you stared at the screen lighting up the darkness of your room. the contact name was chris followed by a row of red crosses. you sighed, staring numbly at the screen. it continued to ring for a while longer before you finally reached and answered it.

silence. a small crackle. “hello? baby?” a tired voice rang from the phone.

“stop calling me that.” your voice was flat and expressionless as you answered. “haven’t you lied enough?”

there was another silence and you could picture chan’s bemused face. “what do you mean?”

you barked out a dry laugh. “playing dumb, i see. spit it out. why are you calling me?”

“listen. baby, i’m sorry.” chan’s voice was muffled as he spoke. “i… i wanted to tell you… you know angela?”

“the girl you’ve been sleeping with?” you hissed without missing a beat.

chan sighed. “look, i made a mistake. a stupid one.”

“damn right you did.” you shot back. “you know, chan, this is not the version of you i fell in love with. and honestly, i’ve forgotten the real you.”

“baby…” he pleaded. “i know. i know that i’m… i’m a horrible person. but, i think i owe it to you. i need to tell you something.”

you didn’t say a word, waiting with an awful feeling in your chest for his next words.

“angela’s pregnant.”

there was a stunned silence as you stared at your phone. the audacity. “how dare you?” you choked out. “what is wrong with you?”

“i didn’t-” chan protested but you cut him off.

"so you choose them over me? after all we've been through together, you choose them?"

“i…” chan’s voice broke. “i guess so.”

[skz-akira]

“𝐬𝐨, 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰”

summary: minho hurtfic (fainting) not proof read ! author note: this took me way too long and idek why ;-; anyways, hope you enjoy! request: @asphalstead

today was undoubtedly the worst day to be sick. to be fair, he had made his fair share of bad decisions. for example, waking up at 5 in the morning to go to the gym with an overly enthusiastic changbin was a stupid idea. especially when it only made his migraine ten times worse and his breathing horribly difficult.

“remind me to never go to the gym with you ever again.” minho hissed as they left the gym, trying to ignore the sharp pain in his head. “oh come on.” changbin snorted, giving the elder a playful shove. what he didn’t expect was for minho to stumble backwards from the impact, falling down to his knees

“oh shit! hyung- are you okay?”

stupid. weak. minho nodded wordlessly, his face reddening. he stood up shakily, dusting his clothes off. his head spun and he reached out, holding the wall for balance. “let’s go.” changbin stared at him with wide eyes. “i’m so sorry hyung, i- i didn’t think you would- er, get pushed so far.” minho waved the younger’s words off, not meeting his gaze. he could feel his face burning with humiliation but he didn’t acknowledge it, and changbin was smart enough not to either.

when he returned, he literally fell into his room, tripping over his packed suitcase and landing on the floor with a crash. “shit.”“minho?” he could hear chan’s voice from the room next to him. “you okay?”

“mhm.” he grumbled, picking himself up from the floor with a sigh. what was this? his second fall of the day or something? he would have laughed is he didn’t have the energy. besides, this wasn’t funny. this was bad. really bad. he could not be sick today. they were flying to japan today, for promotions and  shooting. 

as he dragged himself to the bathroom, he stared at himself. well, he stared into his red, bloodshot eyes and the dark rings under them, cursing silently. he looked disgusting, and he knew that the fans and press would pick up on it. his head hurt even more just thinking about all the things they would say. jype, stop overworking your idols! jyp protect minho!

no. he wouldn’t let that happen. he walked to the kitchen to look for an ice pack. ice could get rid of eye bags, right? 

out in the living room, jisung was chasing felix with a fork, hyunjin was cutting an apple with a butter knife and seungmin was watching tv. minho internally cringed at the noise, hurriedly taking an icepack out of the fridge and rapidly retreating back to his room. 

not quickly enough.

his heart sank as chan stopped him by the door. “hey min. did you sleep well?” minho panicked, quickly turning away from the elder so he couldn’t see his face. the ice pack bit into his hands painfully. “u-um yeah.”chan tipped his head thoughtfully, “you ready to go? the van will be here in about an hour.” minho nodded his eyes downcast, hoping his panic came across as briskness. after a moment, he heard the shuffling of chan leaving, and he entered his room, slamming the door behind him. panting, he sat down, his back against the door. he pressed the ice to his eyes, groaning at the contact. please go away. please go away.

“hyung you look awful.” minho didn’t respond, not that he had the energy to, anyways. he simply got into the van, slipping into the backseat beside hyunjin. the van ride was dreadful.

hyunjin was wise enough not to bother him, but the others weren’t as good at reading social cues. the last thing he needed was for s class to be blasted on repeat, and that was exactly what happened.

when he got off the car, his head was spinning wildly. “you okay?” jisung asked him as he got off the car. clearly, he wasn’t. the left side of his vision wasn’t working and he felt like throwing up. actually, he felt like dying. “yes.” minho snapped, cursing when he almost tripped over. “stop asking.” the younger boy raised an eyebrow at him. “whatever you say.”

getting to their gate was a nightmare. he was pretty sure that if a fan so much as grabbed him, he might have gone down, so he was more than grateful for the security guards. when he emerged out of the battlefield behind bangchan, he practically threw himself onto the ground, his breathing shaky. “oh my god.” he groaned.

when the rest of the members reached the entrance to their gate, which, thankfully, was off limits to the fans and their sharp eyes, bangchan gave him a sympathetic look. “time to get up, we gotta go.”

with all their eyes on him, minho didn’t protest, only pushing himself off the ground. big mistake. the blood rushed to his head rapidly as he stood up and he swayed dangerously. his head felt like it was being split open. ow. what the fuck. his head pounded and his vision was blurry. everything hurt. uh oh. he was going to pass out. no, no, no. not now. definitely not now.

he was vaguely aware of chan’s voice, but he couldn’t tell where it was coming from. “are you okay?”

of course he wasn’t okay. couldn’t chan see that? everything was wrong, wrong, wrong. this was the worst time to pass out. do not pass out. do not-

“oh my god!” jeongin’s shriek seemed to jolt all of the members out of their horrified thoughts as the dancer’s eyes rolled back into his head and his body crashed toward the floor. changbin reacted first, rushing to catch the older boy’s head in his arms.

chan wasn’t far behind, his voice steady. “everyone but changbin, move back. give him some space.”

the members moved back reluctantly, but jisung ignored his leaders orders.

“hyung!” he cried, shaking the unconscious boy’s shoulders. “wake up! wake up! oh my god, please wake up!”

“jisung.” chan rested a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “shaking him isn’t going to help, okay?”

jisung let go of the boy reluctantly, his face pale with worry. chan placed the back of his hand on minho’s forehead, and then his neck, frowning. “oh, min. you’re burning up.”

“i knew he looked off today!” hyunjin cried anxiously, pacing around. “i made him go to the gym with me.” changbin added with a groan, rubbing his forehead. “why didn’t he tell me he wasn’t feeling well?”jeongin was watching with wide eyes. “should we call the ambulance?” felix shook his head, resting a comforting hand on the maknae’s shoulder. “chan will handle it.”

each minute that passed seemed like an hour, and the boys waited with baited breaths. finally, hyunjin let out a hushed whisper. “he’s beginning to wake up.”

chan leant forward, putting a gentle hand on the boy’s forehead. “minho? can you hear me?”

minho groaned, his eyelids twitching. “mm… chan…”

“take your time, hyung.” jisung said soothingly, brushing the older boy’s hair out of his eyes.

minho made another noise, his eyes darting around under his eyelids. “ah…”the other members had approached slowly, watching the dancer timidly.

“is minho hyung awake?” jeongin asked quietly. chan nodded without looking up.

slowly, minho’s eyes peeled open. immediately, he gasped with pain, raising a feeble hand to shield his eyes. “ah- too bright…”

“the lights?” han asked worriedly. he raised a hand in the air, trying to shield as much light as possible. “is this any better?”

“thanks.” minho groaned. “why am i on the floor?”

“you passed out.” hyunjin said nervously. minho opened his eyes slowly, taking in his surroundings. eight concerned faces peered down at him. he closed his eyes again with a sigh. great. they were still at the airport.

“i don’t just… pass out. that’s impossible.” he hissed. “you did, hyung. you scared the crap out of us.” changbin retorted.

minho didn’t say anything. well, he couldn’t think of anything to say, because this couldn’t be happening. he didn’t simply pass out. “come on, min. let’s get you off the floor.” chan’s gentle voice made him open his eyes again.

“okay.” he muttered grudgingly. as chan and jisung helped him to his feet, he let out a small gasp of pain. his limbs felt like jelly and his vision spun, but he made it to the seats with their support.

“you look really bad.” jisung said sympathetically as he sat down next to minho. “thanks.” minho snapped back. his body shook with exhaustion and he fought hard to stay awake. “you can rest, you know?” jisung whispered soothingly. “i’ll wake you up when it’s time to go.” minho didn’t respond, his eyes already closing as he rested his head on the other boys shoulder. “go to sleep.” jisung whispered, running a hand through the older boy’s hair. “i’ll be right here.”

[skz-akira]

hiiii guyssss ! i thought i might try smth new, so i found some prompts. send me an ask with a member from skz, en- or txt and 1 or 2 prompts :))

ofc im still working on the stuff on my to do list and taking requests <3

not proof read

by @me-writes-prompts and @urfriendlywriter

"It's not you...it's me. I can't stop loving you."

"If I knew loving someone would hurt so much, I still would've loved you."

"I'm tired of being the only one who loves you. I need you to love yourself first."

"This is not the version of you I fell in love with. And honestly, I've forgotten the real you."

"Is it so hard to believe I've stopped loving you?"

"I can't live without you. I can't love without you. I need you, by my side, always did and always will." "You'll be okay. I know you will."

"It's not okay to just leave me here, after telling me you love me back." "We can't- we'll never be together."

"So you choose them over me? After all we've been through together, you choose them?"

"I'm forbidden to love you. I'm forbidden to be with you. So, what am I to do if not fall on my knees and beg for you to stay?"

"It's truly funny...how you can't choose who you want to be in love with. I didn't choose to be in love with you. It just happened, and I wish it didn't."

Walking in rain to their house just to find that they're no longer there.

"You can't go. You cannot leave me here. You promised we'll be together forever."

"It'll never be the same between us. We'll never be the same."

"Your silence speaks more than you ever have. And, I'm not sure why it took so long for me to notice."

"You've drifted so far away from my side that I can no longer reach for your hand and guide you back to me."

"I can no longer recognize you. And that's not even the saddest part. It's the fact that you no longer make any attempt to make me understand you."

"I'm sorry, I-" "Isn't it a little late for an apology?"

"We could've worked out, if only you didn't act like a jerk and left me."

"Please, I want to make up for what I did in the past. Just please."

"Can we...be more than this? I was an idiot for leaving you, but now I want to make this right. Make us right."

"I need time, okay? I can't do this right now."

"I wish i loved you less."

"Why do you love me when you know i can't- I shouldn't- love you back?"

"I'm done waiting for you, [name]."

"How many times do i have to get hurt because i trusted you?”

"I’m not sorry that i don't love you. i’m sorry that you don't love yourself."

"I loved you. Believe me, i did. Then you turned into someone different. You’re not the person I fell in love with."

“Who even are you? Who have you become?”

"So.. you're just going to.. give up on me." "that is NOT what i meant-" "i think it's pretty clear, [name]."

[skz-akira]

“𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢’𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮”

summary: bf!minho x reader, texts, angst author note: not proof read. my first time doing one of these text thingies ! i have no idea how to do these so it’s probs rlly bad haha. not taking requests for texts yet, but i might in the future :)) as always, tysm for reading.

[skz-akira]

“��𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞? 𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲.”

summary: idol!felix x non idol!reader, female reader author note: not proof read ! it took way longer than i expected and in my opinion it’s not the best piece i’ve written but thank you for reading anyways and supporting me ;-; request: @savebangchan1997

you wanted to be happy for him. you really did, but as you watched your boyfriend openly flirt with the girl on the television, the only feelings that arose inside of you were fury and jealousy. 

she was beautiful. she was perfect. she was everything you weren’t, and you hated her for it. it was unfair and you knew it, the way you despised her, but you couldn’t help it. especially not with the way felix’s eyes drifted across her body, a faint smile on his lips. 

you tore your eyes away from the screen, closing them tightly. you could already see the fans making edits about your boyfriend and her. you felt another stab of anger. sure, your relationship with felix was a secret, but he was practically checking her out in front of everyone. 

you hated everything. you hated felix for acting like this, and you hated her because she was better than you. prettier. hotter. when you looked at her, you saw everything you weren’t, and you hated yourself for it.

underneath your jealousy, a part of you knew that felix deserved better. he was an idol and you were a girl. compared to the idols he got to see everyday, you were nothing.

“baby, i’m home!” felix peeked into the living room where sitting, watching a television show without much interest. you turned around, and he gave you a slightly drained smile, “were you watching me?”

you nodded, searching his eyes for any guilt, but he only beamed at you. “how was i? did i look handsome?”

“that girl seemed to think so.” your voice came out icy cold to your own surprise.

felix frowned, turning around to look behind him, as if trying to see who you were talking about. “what girl?”

you bunched your hands together, the pent up mixture of jealousy and anger coursing through your veins. “the girl you were on tv with. you seemed to get along pretty well with her.”

felix’s smile dropped. “baby… we’re friends. we have to like each other, or pretend to like each other if we’re hosting a show together.”

you crossed you arms, glaring at him. “so you were pretending to check her out?”

felix’s eyes widened as they met yours, and you could’ve sworn you saw a flicker of fear. “i wasn’t!”

you glowered at him distrustfully. “really.”

felix scoffed at your expression. “honestly, baby. you always get so defensive. i go on tv with female idols all the time.”

“and i hate it.” you choked out. “i hate it!”

he shook his head, annoyance flashing across his features. “why? why can’t you just be happy for me?”

i wish i could. i wish i was pretty like all of the idols you get to see.

“if you would stop feeling jealous all of the time, maybe you wouldn’t be so miserable!” he yelled.

you took a step back, your head spinning as if he had physically hit you.

“you’re being immature, you know?” felix continued angrily, taking your silence as a sign of defiance. “you’re acting like i’m going to leave you or something.”

“that’s exactly what i think!” you burst out. your throat constricted and you were vaguely aware of your short, ragged breaths.

felix stared at you in shock. “what?”

“that’s exactly what i think every time you go on camera with other idols!” 

felix shook his head, as if unable to comprehend your words. “why?”

“because… because…” you were crying openly now, your tears leaving dark bruises on the tiles. “i’m nothing like them. the pretty idols you get to see everyday. i’m ugly, and basic, and… and…”

if you looked up, you would’ve seen the regret flashing across his face. you would’ve see how much his heart hurt, seeing you cry like this. his arms wrapped around you, and before you could register what he was doing, he pulled you into a tight embrace. your head rested on his chest, breathing in his familiar scent as you shoulders shook with sobs. ugly. stupid. immature. you didn’t deserve him.

“you’re perfect.” he whispered in your ear, his voice soft. “i promise.”

of course he would say that. he’s just saying it to make you feel better. and you didn’t deserve to.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t notice that you felt this way.” he continued, rubbing comforting circles on your back. “you need to tell me when you… if you feel bad, okay baby?”

“didn’t want you to… think i was being dramatic.” you sniffed.

“never.” he said, still rubbing your back. “i’m sorry for acting insensitive, but i would never disregard your feelings. i didn’t know how you felt.”

you nodded, although you didn’t want his apology. “i’m sorry too. for overreacting.”

felix chuckled, stroking your hair. “we were both tired. and grumpy.”

“mostly me.” you mumbled into his chest.

he looked down at you, his eyes shining with emotion. “i yelled at you. i could never forgive myself for that.”

you shrugged. 

“y/n.” he cupped your face in his hands, making you look at him. his eyes were earnest and warm, and you thought again about how you didn’t deserve him. “please. stop forgiving me so easily. i… i honestly think i don’t deserve it. and most of all, stop hating yourself. it’s not healthy.”

when you didn’t say anything, he added, “of course, i know, it’s not that easy. but please, talk to me. i just want to help you.”

you didn’t deserve him.

“i love you.” he pressed, meeting your eyes. “let me help the woman i love.”

you nodded slowly. 

“thank you.” he pressed a small kiss to your head. “do i get an i love you as well?”

“of course i love you, silly.”

[skz-akira]

⋆°࿔ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝜗𝜚°⋆

☆ skz ninth member masterlist

☆ to do list

chan °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ☆ would you know my name, if i saw you in heaven?

minho °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ☆ is that all i’m worth?

changbin °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ☆

hyunjin °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ☆

han °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ☆

felix °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ☆ why would you ever kiss me? i’m not even half as pretty

seungmin °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ☆

jeongin °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ☆ i don’t love you like i loved you yesterday

ot8 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ☆

fake texts °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ☆ i guess i’m just a play date to you (minho)

[skz-akira]

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 ᯓᡣ𐭩

☆ profile

☆ hair colors with each comeback !

☆ perfume

☆ akira in the ATE trailer

☆ akira x summer fridays

[skz-akira]

“𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢’𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡?”

summary: minho x reader, minho thinks reader is a gold digger, angst ensues author note: not proof read, it’s rlly bad cos i haven’t written stuff like this b4. anyways, tysm for reading <3 request: @kawaiijellyfishtimetravelr

“hi, baby.” you said with a small smile as minho stepped into the living room. “how was work today?”  “fine.” he said simply, avoiding your eye. you frowned, your smile dropping from your lips. “baby?”

you winced when he slammed the door to the bathroom behind him and you heard the shower turn on. maybe he had a bad day at work. you sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone. your thoughts grew heavy with anticipation by the time you heard the shower turn off. minho stepped out of the shower, his hair dripping wet. 

“feeling better?” you tried with a sympathetic expression.

“did you make dinner?” he snapped, shooting down your concerns roughly.

you narrowed your eyes at him. “i thought we were eating out today?”

his eyes flashed dangerously at your words. “eating out? again?”

you opened your mouth, and then closed it again. what was wrong with him? why was he behaving like this?

“look, i don’t know why you’re being like this.” you snapped.

minho’s face hardened. “you don’t know why i’m being like this?”

you met his gaze evenly, “tell me.”

minho took a deep breath, his face twisted with anger. “you ask to go shopping every weekend, we always eat out, you… you just want my money, don’t you?”

you stared at him in shock. “what are you talking about?”

“that’s exactly what a gold digger would say.” he laughed bitterly.

“gold digger?” your voice was shrill as you glared at him. “how could you ever say that?”

minho shook his head. “i’m not going to let you manipulate me anymore.”

you stood up, tears brimming in your eyes. “manipulate you? you idiot, i love you!”

“you love my money.” he said hoarsely, avoiding your gaze. his fists clenched by his sides, his voice shaky. “you don’t love me at all.”

“how could you say that?” you screamed. your body trembled and your vision blurred with tears. “how could you say that?”

“you fucking used me!” minho cried, finally raising his head to meet your gaze. his eyes were angry and hurt.

“used you?! you were the one who suggested we go shopping! and we eat out every friday, we always have!” you choked back a sob. 

minho laughed cruelly, shaking his head. “you’re right, but who’s the one paying?”

you stared at him speechlessly. how could he say something like this? how could he accuse you of being a gold digger?

“i… i work too.” you whispered weakly.

“but you don’t exactly need to, do you?” he sneered, his eyes dark.  “you have everything you want and you flaunt it anywhere you can.”

he jerked his head at the ring on your left hand. his gift to you for your birthday.

you took a step back, dizzy with dread. your tears fell from your face, splashing onto the floor like raindrops. “i wear it because i love you!” 

“you love my money!” he roared back, his eyes shiny with tears of his own.

“i don’t want you money, i don’t want your fucking money!” you screamed. you tugged at the ring snuggled tightly around your finger, throwing it at him. “i love you more than anything! i wish you weren’t rich, i wish you weren’t an idol! i don’t want it; i don’t want anything to do with it!”

as you turned around, tears making it impossible to see, you fumbled the door open and stepped outside. the cool night air hit your tear stained face and another sob wracked your body. as you walked away, you prayed to god that he would call you back, that he would chase after you, calling your name like he always did. when you didn’t hear a sound, you steeled your heart and walked away from the man you had once loved.

[skz-akira]

I saw your request for angst/sickfic ideas and boy do I have a few I've been begging to see from writers here on tumblr 😭

1) one of the members fainting from overworking in the dance studio and the members finding him

2) lino having epilepsy from childhood and not telling any of the members but they find out one day after he has one during practise or in his sleep at the dorms

3) a skzcode episode gone wrong (a very loose idea but one needed)

oooohhhhh, i cannot tell you how much i love these. i will definitely write this asap :))

thank you for taking the time to write a request for me, ilysmmm

[skz-akira]

Heyyyyy, how are you??? Hope you’re doing well. So I kinda found your account and you asked for requests, so here is a request lol: Can you do idol!felix x fem!non-idol!reader? Like, the reader is kinda insecure about herself, because she doesn’t look like all those pretty idols felix gets to see everyday, but she doesn’t tell him because she doesn’t want to bother him. Stays don’t know about their relationship just the members and the staff. And then one night, she sees Felix in television with a very pretty female idol and gets jealous. So when he comes home, she is mad at him but doesn’t tell him that she is jealous. So they fight, and after some time she breaks down, and tells him what has been bothering her, and he comforts her. Can you make it super angstyyyyyy? Pls don’t mind my poor English it’s not my first language haha. And don’t feel pressured to write this, you don’t even have to write this.

Your writing is veryyyyyyyy goood, really you’re very talented

💕💕💕💕

-C

hiiiiiiiii, thank you sososo much, you’re too kind!

another request! im so excited lolol.

i absolutely love this idea and i’m going to do it like, right after the one i’m working on now. hopefully it won’t take too long 😆

and i will make it super angst dw!

[skz-akira]

"𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲."

summary: jeongin x reader. falling out of love. author note: soo… i may or may not be adddicted to writing angst. also not proof read at all cos i’m lazy af ;-;

from lazy nights with you two sprawled on the couch, falling asleep in each other’s arms before the end of the film, to him having to do late night recording in the studio with Chan, and you binge watching shows in bed by yourself.

from him lying down next to you on the grass, watching with adoration in his eyes as you talked on and on about each star in the sky, to him complaining it was too cold to be stargazing and going to bed early while you sat alone, gazing up into the night sky.

“y/n, can we talk?”

it was funny how quickly the both of you adapted to using each others names. it felt better. baby or babe felt strained. fake. you looked up from your phone, managing a small smile. despair filled your heart at the sight of jeongin’s expression. it was angry, nor sad. it was simply empty. and that felt like a knife in the chest.

“yes?” your voice sounded rough as you responded. what was the point of sugar coating your words anyways? both of you were tired. tired of each other, tired of this… this love. or at least, something that you had once called love.

“where did it all go?” you flinched at the brokenness in his voice. you were tempted to ask him what he meant, but you knew full well.

where did he go? the caring, affectionate puppy that smothered you in kisses before work and sent you selfies so that you wouldn’t be lonely. the gentle boyfriend that insisted on buying the lipstick your eyes had lingered for a moment too long on in the mall. the boy that happily complied when you asked him to taste your cooking.

where did you go? the considerate girl that would put sticky notes and origami animals in his pockets so he would find them at work and be reminded of you. the girl that left a warm bowl of soup on the table for him to find when he came home late from work. the girl who drew cute doodles on his hands when they were drawing together.

“i… i don’t know, jeongin.” your voice was terribly tired, and you saw the same anguish and pain that you felt in his eyes. “i’m sorry.”

he opened his mouth. you found yourself wishing he would yell at you. you wished that he was angry, annoyed even. you wished for anything but this. this dull, bitter pain of falling out of love.

“you haven’t smiled in a long time.” you’re eyes flew up at his words, watching him cautiously. the truth was, you had. just not around him.

“i’m sorry.” you said again, meaning it. you were sorry. a part of you still loved him. or at least, the person he used to be.

“don’t apologize.” he said, his voice soft. “we- we were both fools. we were young. we… we thought what we had was love.”

you didn’t say a word, the air heavy with silence.

“i think we both know that we’re not meant for each other.” jeongin whispered.

your heart hurt. you squeezed your eyes shut, frustrated and confused by your warring emotions. he was right. you didn’t love him. he didn’t love you. but it still hurt.

“you’re right.” you said, refusing to meet his eye. you’re wrong, wrong, wrong. i still love you. please come back.

“i want you to be happy.” jeongin said gently, reaching out his hand and laying it on your shoulder. something he hadn’t done for years. then don’t leave me. i’m happy when i’m with you. please don’t take my happiness away.

“so,” jeongin broke the silence, his voice trembling. “i guess this is goodbye.” don’t leave me. i need you. we can go back, we have to try. what about everything we had together? we can’t lose all of it. i love you, i love you, i love you.

you raised your head and met his eyes with a watery smile. “goodbye, jeongin.”

[skz-akira]

So I'm seeing this everywhere on the tumbler (of course in my feed bcz I keep reading those) where the member calls you a golddigger which causes a big fight and stuff, but I see the ending being fluff which is fine bcz most people prefer Happy ending but since you asked to ask angst can you not give them the Happy ending make them suffer and for all the worst things they have said nobody would like to forgive them in real life so... Sorry if it's long, this Is my first ask so I don't know how to do it, I hope it's okay.

no worries at all! thank you for the request- i absolutely love your idea <33

just a few things- i’ve seen these fics too but they’re usually in texting format, like in messages or whatever. i could try and do that but i’m a bit lazy so i’ll probs write it.

would you prefer me to do maknae line or hyung line? (i might do both depending on how successful the first one is)

as for the ending, that’s for you to see….

[skz-akira]

“𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧?”

summary: chan x chronically ill reader author note: not proof read lololl warnings (kinda): reader death, chronic illness, angst, depression, more angst

Life has a way of convincing you that everything is fine, and then stabbing you in the back. Life has a tendency of putting everything you want in front of you, and then making you watch as they burn. People fear Death, but it is Life that they should fear.

They told him that you had time left. Chan sat on the edge of his bed, your bed. He didn’t move. He didn’t open his eyes, because even that hurt him. It wasn’t the dull, wallowing pain that made his chest burn horribly that had haunted him in the week after your death. This was a sharp, deep grief. It ripped into his heart into pieces, making him want to sink to the floor and sob, yet he stayed in place- as if paralysed. Minho had referred to this as denial. He had heard the second oldest member whispering to Felix outside his room. ‘He’s in denial, the first stage of grief.’ Chan’s shoulders shook with a dry shudder, something between a sob and a laugh. Denial? He wasn’t in denial. He wasn’t ‘refusing to admit that you were dead,’ he was just… waiting for you. Yes, waiting. After all, you had told him to wait for you, and he was going to wait, forever and ever. He told you this every night, crying it out to the moon.

“I’ll wait for you, darling. Are you waiting for me too?”

His thoughts were interrupted by a wave of grief. But amidst it he felt a brief, immature burst of triumph. He didn’t have anymore tears left, he wouldn’t have to cry anymore. The cruel claws of Life couldn’t squeeze anymore tears out of his eyes. His mind was a mess. Words didn’t form properly. He couldn’t keep track of the time. He didn’t know who he was. He only knew one thing. You. And, god, how he wanted you. How he needed you. Perhaps, if God knew how much his heart hurt, he would take pity in him. But God didn’t know how much pain he was in.

No one knew.

No one knew.

Sadness is one thing. Grief is another. Chan didn’t quite have a name for this thing that grabbed him and wouldn’t let go. Pain sounded too human. Mourning? Loss? Depression?

Perhaps the best word was love. Illness killed you, but it was love that killed him.

“Darling, you don’t know how much I love you.”

He wanted you more than anything. He wanted to kiss you tenderly, running his hand through your hair, to dance with you in the rain, chuckling as you tried not to slip, to ruffle your hair and hear you squeal and make you a warm cup of tea afterwards because you hated coffee and…. and… he wanted you back. Oh, he would give anything to have you back for a second. “Darling, you don’t know how much I miss you.”

[skz-akira]

Straykids Park Akira Takes Our Breaths Away As Summer Friday’s Youthful And Vibrant Muse—Here’s Proof

[skz-akira]

akira in the “ATE” Trailer

☆ outfit

☆ her scene she is in the bathroom, getting ready for the day. she does her makeup and styles her hair very carefully, making sure that everything is perfect. as she leaves the bathroom, she grabs her phone on the way and heads to the door. she catches herself in the doorway, racing back to the bathroom to get one last look at herself. she nods in satisfaction. however, the second she steps out of her house, locking the door behind her, rain begins to pour down on her. akira panics, trying to go back into her house, only to discover she left her keys inside.