sspersonally

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i want himm 😭the way i'd easily read a whole series of him being an older boyfriend opposed to always being the maknae 💗

Older Boyfriend Jeongin

Tags: idol!jeongin, female!reader, hurt/comfort, emotional maturity, mild age gap, reader is early legal age, reader is NOT minor.

A/N : English is not my first language, and this is my first time writing something like this (idek what writing style is this the hell) but i hope you enjoy.

He’s known as the maknae on top. Everyone treats him a little differently. He gets to eat first, gets extra turns in games, and when he messes up, people just laugh it off.

They coddle him, tease him, ruffle his hair like he’s still the youngest of them all.

And most days, he doesn’t really mind.

But you know a different side of Jeongin. The one who doesn’t ask for special treatment. The one who doesn't act like the baby. The one who knows how to show up for someone. Quietly, consistently, like it’s second nature.

olderboyfriend!jeongin who doesn’t post you, doesn’t flaunt you. But always has a hair clip stuck in his bag strap, a playlist titled like a love letter, and an emoji that represents you in every description of his posts just so people know he's not single.

olderboyfriend!jeongin who never shows you to the world, but introduces you to his family and members with his arms around your waist, smiling so wide his eyes disappear into crescents.

olderboyfriend!jeongin who is not only say “i love you”, but adjusts your seatbelt, charges your phone, walks you to your door, carrying your purse around like second nature.

olderboyfriend!jeongin who plays tough with the members, rolls his eyes at their teasing, shoves Hyunjin off the couch for being too dramatic, but he lets you lie on his chest until his arm goes numb. Lets you take his hoodie even when it's his favorite. Lets you in.

olderboyfriend!jeongin who still gets shy around you sometimes. who bites the inside of his cheek when you compliment him, and pretends to scroll through his phone when your head rests on his shoulder.

olderboyfriend!jeongin who remembers the exact way you breathe when you're overwhelmed. who answers late-night calls with a voice low and steady, whispers “take your time” instead of “what’s wrong?”

olderboyfriend!jeongin who doesn’t talk over you when you’re mad. He waits, lets you finish every word, every sigh, every silence.

He doesn’t try to win.

He tries to understand.

So when you snap — sharp words, a crack in your voice, something bitter you instantly regret — he doesn’t flinch. doesn’t fight back.

He just looks at you with that quiet, steady gaze that makes you feel both too much and never too little.

Then he breathes in, slow and careful, like he's afraid anything louder might hurt you more.

"i know you didn’t mean all that," he says, voice low.

"but even if you did, i’m not going to stop showing up."

And maybe that’s what gets you.

Not the apology. not the patience.

But the fact that he stays.

Even when you push.

Even when you're not sure you deserve it.

He stays.

olderboyfriend!jeongin who listens quietly when you say sorry. who pulls you into a hug before you can say more, tucks your head into his chest and whispers, “we’re okay.”

olderboyfriend!jeongin who lets you be messy, sharp, complicated, whatever it is that shapes your personality — and never once makes you feel hard to love. Because he knows love isn’t about perfection.

It’s about staying — even when it’s not easy.

—————

©radenajeng, June 2025.

[sspersonally]

the story that made me feel all fuzzy and warm inside 🥹💗

✦゛𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 (𝐏𝐓 𝟓)ꜝꜝ﹒∿꒷꒦

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: christopher bahng x fem!reader, strangers to friends to lovers

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: based off of its nice to have a friend by taylor swift

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒/𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: chris is literally feeding a squirrel at the beginning, hes extroverted, reader is introverted, not proofread, series, soft angst, emotional clarity, domesticness, peaceful

𝐀/𝐍: omg guys 😭😭 this series has gotten so much recognition!! im so proud and happy that people are enjoying this <3 now come and enjoy this!! this is the last part, (more like a bonus) so this is where the series will end. tysm for everything guys! im sad to see it go 🥲

𝐏𝐓𝟏 𝐏𝐓𝟐 𝐏𝐓𝟑 𝐏𝐓𝟒 𝐏𝐓𝟓

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The light filters through the window, warm and gold.

You blink awake slowly, still tucked into the curve of his chest, legs tangled under the blanket. His arm is draped over your waist. He’s still asleep — or maybe pretending to be — breathing steady and even.

You don’t move.

Not because you’re scared to wake him.

But because there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

His skin is warm. His fingers twitch softly against your side. You press your lips to his collarbone and feel him exhale.

“I knew you were awake,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep.

You smile into his skin. “You like being right, don’t you?”

He hums. “Only when it comes to you.”

A pause.

Then he whispers, quiet and full of something steady, something whole:

“This feels like home.”

You nod. “It is.”

And neither of you says anything more.

Because for once, there’s nothing left to prove. No distance to close. No feelings to hide.

Just two hearts, resting.

Together.

hope you enjoyed <33

todays playlist...

mystical magical by benson boon, natural by imagine dragons, goodlooking by suki waterhouse, someone to call my lover by janet jackson, popular by the weeknd, playboi carti, and madonna, super bowl by stray kids, birds of a feather by billie eilish, sweater weather by the neighborhood

bold is explicit

taglist: @rockstarkkami @sirloncelot-of-bananas @jisunggy @me-on-a-archive @hyunjiiza @hyuneskkami @highway-143 @hvseunq143 @chimmyn0chu @sadeeeeee @qwonyoung23 @jesuisstay @stilldontknowhoiam

series/perm taglist is open! please comment/send an ask/dm if you would like to be added <3

[sspersonally]

Childhood Crush

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I.N x fem!Reader – one shot smau.

𖤐 You posted a tweet as a joke, about your childhood "boyfriend", the one you never oficially broke up with and turns out... he remembers you too.

[sspersonally]

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genre: gnab, gnab, gnab

pov: gnab

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pairing: gnab x gnab

warnings: gnab, gnab, gnab, gnab, gnab, gnab, gnab

gnab count: 2,714

©gnab (2025) — all rights reserved. reposting/modification of any kind is not tolerated.

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[sspersonally]

cute cute cute (but the dishes are his from now on... just in case)

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

genre: fluff

wc: ~ 700

pairing: fiance!seungmin x f!reader

cw: established relationship, soft drama, comfort, pure love for seungmin

not proofread

꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷

You were in the kitchen, humming quietly as you stirred the pot. The smell of the sauce filled the room, and the soft background playlist made the whole place feel warm and safe. It was a peaceful sunday, the kind of day you used to dream of sharing with seungmin

with your hands sticky from the seasoning, you walked to the sink to wash up. and that’s when it happened.

a little slip.

a cold sensation on your ring finger.

and then — clink.

the sound of the ring falling and vanishing down the drain was sharp, brutal.

you froze.

“what…” you whispered, staring at the sink in horror. your engagement ring. the one seungmin had proposed with just under two months ago. the one he designed himself, down to the lilac gemstone in the center — “because it reminds me of your eyes in the sunlight.”

your heart started racing.

“no… no, no, no, no”

you leaned over the sink, trying to see if the ring had gotten caught, but it was gone.

swallowed by the drain.

panic set in.

you grabbed a flashlight, tried to unscrew the pipe underneath, poked around with a coat hanger, a wooden spoon, anything. you even found a piece of wire in the storage closet. nothing worked.

and the clock kept ticking.

seungmin would be home from the studio in less than an hour.

you ended up sitting on the floor, back against the cabinet, hands covered in grime, eyes glassy with tears.

“he’s going to be so mad at me…” you said, your tears already falling in your cheeks

you could still hear his voice from that night, trembling as he slid the ring onto your finger, whispering, “will you be mine forever?” and now… now you’d lost it. because of some stupid careless moment.

that’s when you heard keys unlocking the door and the twist of the doorknob

when seungmin walked through the front door, it only took him three seconds to notice something was wrong.

“babe?” he called out, setting his keys down. “you okay?”

you didn’t even look up, afraid to face him, you were still on the floor, hands shaking in your lap, barely breathing through the sobs.

seungmin rushed over immediately, crouching in front of you.

“hey, hey, baby, what’s wrong? what happened? are you hurt?”

you shook your head, voice barely a whisper: “the ring… seungmin, it fell in the sink. it went down the drain. I tried to get it back, I swear I did, I tried everything. I’m so sorry, please don’t be mad at me…”

your tears were falling freely now, and you couldn’t bear to meet his eyes. but he pulled you into his arms without hesitation, holding you tight like he was shielding you from the world.

“hey,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours. “look at me.”

you took a shaky breath and met his gaze.

“it’s just a ring, baby.”

“but it was our ring…” you sniffled, guilt pouring out of every word. “the one you designed. I was so careless.”

seungmin gently wiped the tears from your cheeks.

“you didn’t lose anything, okay? that ring was just a symbol of what I feel for you. and that? that’s still right here,” he said, placing your hand over his heart. “and here,” he added, tapping your chest with his fingertip.

your lips trembled as you tried to hold back another wave of emotion.

“but…”

“shhh,” he hushed, kissing your forehead softly. “if it matters to you, I’ll get another one. even prettier. more expensive, whatever you want. but don’t cry over this, okay? don’t be sad about something material. you’re worth more than any ring.”

you cried again, but this time, for the right reasons.

he hugged you even tighter, whispering: “promise me something? dont ever think I’d be upset over something like this. I love you. that’s what matters.”

the next day, he showed up with a little blue box.

“you didn’t have to—” you began, but he smiled.

“open it.”

you did. inside was a new ring — still with a lilac center stone, but now with two tiny diamonds on either side. on the inside of the band, there was a small engraving:

“even if we lose the ring, we’ll never lose us.”

you cried again. seungmin smiled and kissed you.

and that night, he did the dishes.

[sspersonally]

this is so wholesome 🥹

Mr. CEO

Chris Bang x fem!reader

Warnings: Extremely adorable Hyunjin - other than that, nothing.

Genre: colleagues to lovers, flufff

Summary: Chris Bang shouldn't be feeling anything for you - you're only an employee in his company. But a very pretty and extremely brilliant one. And Chris is head over heels in love with you. And then there is Hyunjin - your best friend.

Chris didn’t know when it started, exactly. He's seen you during meetings and things a lot, especially since his new office was on your floor and he had a nice clear view of your seat.

He knew you were smart and really good at your job. He didn't really dwell on a pretty face, that's not him. Until one day, he saw you laugh. 

It wasn’t just a polite chuckle or a giggle. No, this was you - head thrown back, cheeks flushed, and laughter bubbling out like you in the purest form. You were leaning against Hyunjin, as usual, your hand casually resting on his thigh while his head bumped against yours as he laughed with you.

Chris froze.

He felt a sudden tightness in his chest - you were breathtakingly beautiful. How did he not see that before? But along with that crept up something else - an inexplicable irritation at seeing how comfortable you were with Hyunjin.

He didn’t have anything against Hyunjin. The guy was a genius, even if he was a little too loud and touchy for Chris’s taste. But the way you leaned into him? The way Hyunjin’s smile was just for you? It screamed couple. 

Chris tried to tell himself it didn’t matter. You were off-limits. Clearly taken. Clearly happy. 

But none of that helped him stop his train of thoughts about how good you looked when you're concentrating on something. Head tilted, exposing the delicate line of your neck. Or the way you gave him a small smile or a nod when you passed him in the hallway. 

It was ridiculous. He was being ridiculous. But the more he tried to shove his thoughts aside, the more they clung to him like a curse.

“Get a grip,” he muttered to himself. “She’s with Hyunjin. You’re her boss. She’s off-limits.”

The worst part? You were completely so lost in Hyunjin, you didn't have a chance to notice your boss's slow agonizing downfall. Imagine walking into the lobby and seeing Hyunjin tying your damn scarf for you one evening because “it’s cold, you dummy.”

Chris wanted to punch a wall. Or Hyunjin. Or himself, even.

So, it's only natural that when he overheard two girls talking about you and Hyunjin, he stopped short.

“I just don’t get it,” one of them was whispering.  “How are they not dating?”

Chris froze, his hand hovering over the coffee pot.

“I know, right?” another voice said. “I’d bet money they’re secretly together.”

“I mean, come on. It’s so obvious.”

“I dunno, Hyunjin says they’re just best friends. And yet he turned me down.”

Chris blinked. So you weren't dating?

His heart did something stupid - like a backflip or maybe a somersault - and for the first time in months, he allowed himself to hope.

So the next thing he did was procrastinate. For weeks - just dying on the inside a little bit every time you did something that made Hyunjin drape himself over you. But then, enough was enough and he decided it was time to get to the bottom of this. 

Chris didn’t breathe a word all day. Not while he watched you work. Not when you bickered with Hyunjin over lunch about that questionable mush he was eating (it was disgusting, in his opinion, but he wasn’t about to wade into that battle). And not when you breezed past him later that day, looking miffed, muttering a quick hello on your way.

By the time five o’clock rolled around, Chris had convinced himself he was going to die if he didn’t say something.

He caught you in the hallway, calling your name. You paused, bag slung over your shoulder.

“Yeah, boss?”

Chris winced. That title was a cruel reminder of how completely out of his league you should be. But there was little respect in the way you said it. He knew you were teasing him.

But he’d come this far.

“I-” He cleared his throat. God, why was this so hard? He made multi-million-dollar deals without breaking a sweat.

This? This was excruciating.

You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head like you were about to tease him again. He racked his brain for a good enough line to throw your way. How do you ask girls out? Has he never done this before? Oh sorry, no. He was busy becoming a CEO. 

“I like you.” There. He said it.

You blinked. Once. Twice. Then your lips parted as if you were about to say something, but nothing came out.

“I mean, I more than like you. I-” He ran a hand through his hair, looking absolutely terrified. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to say this for months, and I know I’m your boss, and this is probably wildly inappropriate. Oh my God, is this workplace harassment? I don't mean to…but I can’t-”

He was freaking out.

“Chris.”

Your voice was soft, but it stopped his rant instantly.

You took a step closer, a small smile appearing on your face now.

“Are you trying to tell me you’re in love with me?” you asked, and Chris faltered.

He exhaled sharply, like the word itself had taken the wind out of him. “Yeah.”

You just stared at him, and for a horrifying moment, he thought he’d completely misread everything. Maybe he’d just ruined everything. You were going to report him. His mum was going to kill him. 

“Pick me up at seven on Friday.”

Chris blinked. “What?”

“For our date,” you said, your grin widening. “I'll text you my address.”

He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water.

“Yeah.. Wha-” He was dying. 

You laughed, and said, “You heard me, boss. Don’t be late.”

And with that, you walked out, leaving Chris standing there like an idiot, his heart pounding in his chest and his cheeks burning. He walked back to his office like a zombie, and sat down in his chair, staring blankly at his desk.

He had a date with you. You liked him back.

“Holy shit,” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair.

As soon as you stepped out of the office, your heart still hammering from Chris’s confession, you quickly called Hyunjin, your hands shaking uncontrollably. He picked up on the first ring.

“Why do I feel like you’re about to emotionally dump all over me?” His voice had immediate calming effects on you. 

“Get your skinny ass outside,” you hissed into the phone. “Right now.”

Two minutes later, Hyunjin was striding out of the building, his tie loosened. 

“Are you ok-”

“He asked me out.”

Hyunjin stopped mid-step, blinking. “What, who?”

“Christopher Bang!” you burst out, your hands flailing. “He just - he said he likes me, and and and-”

Hyunjin’s mouth dropped open and you grip at his warm hands with your icy ones.

“Are you kidding me?” he howled, his eyes flashing with excitement. “I knew it! I told you he had the hots for you! I told you! And you were all, ‘No, Hyunjin, he’s just my boss. He doesn’t like me like that.’”

You narrow your eyes at the way he was imitating you and smack his shoulder.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” He grinned, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Now tell me everything. Was it romantic? Did he stutter? Please tell me he stuttered.”

“Hyunjin!”

---

Chris arrived to pick you up for your date at 7:00 PM, sharp. He looked devastatingly handsome in a tailored black suit, his perfectly styled hair gleaming under the soft light of the porch. And he held out a massive bouquet of the deepest red roses you’d ever seen.

“Hey,” he said, his voice soft but so deep, that it had your heart fluttering.

“Hi,” you breathed, trying to ignore the way your stomach was doing all kinds of flips.

He held the bouquet towards you, his cheeks tinged with the faintest pink.

“Thank you, Chris” You said, taking them and inhaling the sweet scent.

His lips quirked into a tiny smirk, the kind that made you want to kiss it right off his face. He stepped inside and watched as you put the flowers in a vase real quick, before turning to him and saying, “Let’s go, Mr. CEO.”

And just as you thought, it was truly unforgettable. Chris was the perfect gentleman - engaging, funny, and so incredibly attentive that it was hard to believe this was the same man who struck fear into the hearts of board members. And every time you caught him staring at you with those soft, adoring eyes, you felt your heart race.

And the best part? Watching this big, muscled man melt into a puddle every time you smiled at him.

By the time he pulled up in front of your apartment, and walked you to your door, you know the poor man is doing his best to behave.

“Well,” he said, his voice a little husky, “I had a great time tonight.”

“Me too,” you replied, your cheeks warming under his gaze.

There was a beat of silence, and you could see his fingers twitching at his sides, his lips parting like he was about to say something, but then he didn’t.

“Chris?” you said finally.

“Yeah?”

“Are you going to kiss me, or do I have to do everything myself?”

His eyes widened, freezing for a moment before he surged forward, his hands cupping your face as his lips claimed yours. And oh, it was worth the wait.

Chris kissed you like a man starved. Like he’d been holding back for so long. His lips were so warm and firm but gentle, his hands sliding down to your waist to pull you closer.

When you finally pulled away, he gazed at you with so much love. And then you're both giggling breathlessly.

---

After Chris left, you barely had time to change your clothes before your doorbell rang. For a second you thought it's him again, but you opened the door to find Hyunjin standing there, a tub of ice cream in one hand.

He pushed past you into your warm living room, saying, “Don’t mind me, I’m just here for the juicy details.”

“Jinnie!” You watched him wander into your kitchen, and come back with two spoons. 

“What?” He plopped onto your couch, already digging in. “Spill. I need to know everything”

You groaned, but still took the spoon from him and sat next to him.

“So?”

You sighed, a smile tugging at your lips as you said, “It was perfect.”

Hyunjin gasped dramatically, clutching his chest.

“Oh my God!” he wailed. “My bestie and the CEO!”

“Shut up!” You laughed, trying to shove him off the couch, but he just tackled you into a hug.

“I’m so happy for you,” he said, his voice softer now. “Really.”

You couldn’t help but smile, because you're really happy, and you hug him tightly.

Being in a relationship with the CEO was one thing. But maintaining professionalism, and a strict distance sometimes got so hard. Especially when he was thirsty as hell. 

You were doing quite well actually. But unfortunately for you, the biggest threat to your secret wasn’t the HR or prying coworkers or even Chris's lack of self control. It was your best friend and ultimate menace, Hyunjin.

He enjoyed tormenting Chris. He basically lived for it. It started out of nowhere with Hyunjin strolling into work one morning, a coffee mug in one hand and a mischievous grin on his ridiculously pretty face. He dropped into his seat and said, “You look guilty. Did you do something naughty with Mr. -?”

Your head snapped up and you glared daggers at him, hissing, “Hyunjin, for the love of God, lower your voice!”

“Relax.” He waved a hand, laughing. “Nobody cares. Well, except me, of course. Because watching your boyfriend go green with jealousy is my favorite pastime.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Shush!”

Before you could shoo this menace away, your phone buzzed on the desk. Hyunjin leaned over at the speed of light before you could hide the screen. His eyes widened as he read the notification.

Chris: What are the chances I can get out of that dress in 15 minutes? I have some time before my next meeting. And, my office is soundproof.

You choked on your coffee, fumbling with the phone to swipe the notification away. Hyunjin gagged audibly, clutching his chest.

“Oh my god. EWWW.” he cried and you slapped your hand on his mouth to shut him up. 

Chris's office door swung open, and there stood Chris, his eyes zeroing in on your hand pressed to his mouth, his jaw tightening. He is by your seat in record time, fixing you both in a glare.

“Hyunjin. Do you not have work to do?” Chris’s voice was low, a warning.

“I’m on my break. Thought I’d spend it with my bestie.” Hyunjin grinned, not even a little intimidated.

Chris crossed his arms, glaring at Hyunjin like he was contemplating ways to legally fire him.

“I could arrange for you to have a lot of free time if you’d like.” he bit out, making you snort.

“Oooo is that a threat? Because it sounded like one.” Hyunjin asked, sitting back on his chair lazily.

“Take it however you want.”

“Guys, that's enough!” you snapped, slapping Hyunjin on his knee, and he sat up straight.

Chris looked at you with a sigh and said, “A word?”

You follow him into the hallway, picking up a file just to make it look real. 

“He’s touching you a lot.” His voice was low, dangerous.

“He’s my best friend, Chris.” You said and your tone was firm enough to let him know that he can't go there. 

“I don’t care,” he growled, his eyes darkening. “If he keeps testing me, he won’t have a job.”

“You won't do that.”

Chris smirked as he said,“Wouldn’t I?”

This battle between Hyunjjn and Chris was literally the highlight of your day - you can't lie about that. You enjoyed every minute of it. But Chris' jealousy always led him to text you absolute filth. Because though he acted all calm and composed, he's not very demure when it comes to you. 

---

By noon this had escalated to a point where you were squirming in your seat, thanks to your boyfriend’s sheer audacity. 

You took a deep breath before entering Chris’s office, files in hand and a determined scowl on your face.

Having a secret relationship was hard? Well try having one with a perpetually horny man - it was even harder. You can't be yourself here, but you could definitely scold him. Quietly.

You pushed the door open, ignoring the way his gaze instantly snapped up to you. He was leaning back in his chair, all smug confidence and all that.

“Here are the files you asked for,” you said crisply, dropping them onto his desk.

“Thank you,” he said, his tone warm, his eyes raking over you shamelessly. 

“Chris.”

“Yes, darling?”

“Can you please stop texting me like that?” you asked, keeping your voice low.

He tilted his head, pretending to think about it and said, “Hmm. No.”

“What do you mean, no?”

“It’s your own fault. You come here dressed like that, and then flirt with Hyunjin for 9 hours. What do you expect me to do? Sit here quietly and not think about getting you on my desk?” 

You pointed at him, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your neck. “You are crazy.”

“That I am.” He smirked, leaning forward with his elbows on his desk. 

You glared at him, your cheeks burning, and turned on your heel to leave. The second you sat down, your phone buzzed again.

Chris: I love you, baby.

You groaned audibly, dropping your forehead onto your desk, trying to hide the smile on your face.

By Friday, you needed a vacation. Or maybe a spiritual cleanse. 

You and Hyunjin had decided to go out for drinks - like you always did. Halfway through a round of shots with Hyunjin, your phone buzzed.

Chris: What are you up to?

Chris: Your text about going out with that menace was rather vague. 

You glanced at Hyunjin, a wicked smile spreading across your face. “Wanna annoy Chris?”

He grinned back as he said, “Always.”

You opened the camera app, and leaned back against Hyunjin, the shimmering glow of the bar lights making you both look just so sinful. Hyunjin, had one arm draped around your shoulders, smirking. You hit send, and waited.

Chris’s reply came instantly.

Chris: Of course. Of course.

You sipped your drink, biting back a smile as you typed.

You: Just out for drinks. You were too busy, remember?

Hyunjin snorted and said, “You’re gonna give him an aneurysm.”

“Good,” you said, snapping another selfie - Hyunjin had dipped his head closer, and your free hand was around him. You hit send.

It didn’t take long for the next reply.

Chris: Stop.

You: Stop what? 

Chris: Don’t play dumb.

Chris: You know exactly what you’re doing.

Chris: Get your ass home. Now.

You: No. Not until you learn that Jinnie is my best friend, and he's not your competition. So yeah. I'm not going anywhere.

Hyunjin leaned closer, as he whispered dramatically, “Oh no, Daddy Bang is mad.”

You slapped his arm, but still laughing as you said, “Jinnie, stop!”

Chris: That's enough. I'm not jealous.

You: Relax.

Chris: You know what? I’m coming.

“You're so evil! Now he's going to show up like Batman, all angry and in a suit.”

“He’s just bluffing.” you said, because how the hell does he know where you were?

Except… he wasn’t.

Around ten minutes later, the bar’s door swung open, and there he was.

Chris Bang in all his furious, suit-clad glory, looking like he’d just accidentally wandered into the wrong party.

You froze, mid-laugh. Hyunjin, however, did not.

“Oh my god,” he whispered, trying - and failing - not to laugh. “He’s actually here.”

Chris’s eyes locked onto you instantly. And he could see you both were tipsy. 

“Up. Now,” he ordered, his voice firm and unyielding.

Hyunjin leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying himself.

“Hey, Mr. Bang. Fancy seeing you here. Want a drink?” he said, batting his eyes at Chris.

Chris’s jaw tightened. “You’re coming too.”

Hyunjin blinked, clearly not expecting that. Chris didn’t bother repeating himself, but just grabbed your wrist, pulling you to your feet, then fixed Hyunjin with a glare that left no room for argument.

“Let’s go.” he said, turning and walking away.

—--

And the car ride was… tense.

Chris sat in the driver’s seat, his jaw clenched so tight. You were in the passenger seat, still buzzing from the alcohol. 

And Hyunjin? He was in the back, one hand over his mouth, his body shaking with suppressed laughter.

“This is the best Friday night ever,” he announced. “Can we do this again next week?”

“Hyunjin, shut up.” Chris said, shooting him a glare through the rearview mirror.

“Aw, come on, Mr. Bang. You know you love me.” Hyunjin snickered, leaning forward.

Chris didn’t answer, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the steering wheel.

You, meanwhile, were squirming in your seat, and not because you were nervous. Chris’s anger was doing things to you, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold it together.

“Are you mad at me, Mr. Bang?” you asked, your voice so teasing.

“Don’t start.”

“Start what?” you asked innocently, biting your lip.

Hyunjin choked on his laughter, muttering, “Oh my god.”

Once home, Chris wasted no time separating you and Hyunjin like two kids in time-out.

“You,” he said, pointing at Hyunjin. “Guest room. Down the hall, second door on the left.”

“Wait, I get to stay? You’re not throwing me out onto the street?” Hyunjin asked, surprised again. 

Chris sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and said, “Unfortunately.”

Hyunjin clasped his hands together, the drama kicking in as he said, “Mr. Bang, you’re too kind.”

“Enough,” Chris interrupted, holding up a hand, before leading him into the room and giving him some pyjamas to change into.

“And you,” he said to you, his voice low, “upstairs.”

Oh yeah, you both got the biggest (longest) lecture of your lives about drinking in shady bars and being irresponsible the next morning. That too while suffering hangovers and before breakfast. Cruel. 

---

Chris learned (a very hard lesson) that your lives were not exactly matching in any way possible. He played golf with business partners and hung out in restaurants that, like Hyunjin said, would charge for breathing in there. While you and Hyunjin, found pleasure in the simpler things in life. 

Like this 2000-piece jigsaw puzzle of Hogwarts Castle, spread out on your living room floor. Pieces in every shade of gray, black, and midnight blue mocked you and Hyunjin from every angle.

Hyunjin let out a dramatic groan, flopping back onto the carpet.

“What am I supposed to do with 92000 shades of darkness?!” he wailed. 

“Oh my God, Hyun,” you laughed, nudging him with your toe. 

“I can’t believe I’m enabling your Harry Potter obsession again.” he grumbled. “Where is your boyfriend anyway? Why do I have to suffer alone?”

You stuck your tongue out at him and said, “Oh, come on. You love it.”

“Love is a strong word,” he said, holding up two identical-looking black pieces with a glare.

Your phone buzzed and you glanced at the screen, smiling instantly.

Chris: Hey babe, what's going on?

You click a picture of the puzzle on your floor, sending it across.

You: Trying to tackle this monstrosity. Wanna come help?

Chris: Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude.

Your heart squeezed. Intrude? It was so Chris to worry about things like that.

You: Babe, I want you here in 5 minutes.

---

When Chris arrived, you were so excited, you flung yourself into his arms, pulling him into a kiss that made Hyunjin groan loudly from the living room.

“Hey, some of us are single,” Hyunjin called out, clearly unimpressed. “Can you not?”

The three of you ended up on the floor, Hyunjin pushing all the dark pieces towards Chris quickly. 

“Looks…complicated,” Chris commented, eyeing the puzzle. 

“It’s hell,” Hyunjin confirmed, tossing another black piece into the pile. “But welcome to the party, boss man.”

“Alright. Where do I start?” Chris smirked, rolling up his sleeves.

The three of you settled into a rhythm, though it was more chaotic than you could've thought.

“Why does every piece look like a window?” Hyunjin muttered under his breath, while Chris’s look of concentration had you snickering. 

“You’re taking this way too seriously,” you teased, laying your head on his shoulder. 

“Of course,” he said, placing a piece with a soft click. “If I’m doing this, I’m doing it right.”

“Even his puzzles have to be CEO-level perfect.” Hyunjin snorted. 

“I’m the only one actually making any progress here.” Chris retorted. 

“Are you saying I’m bad at puzzles? I’ll have you know I’m -” Hyunjin gasped, clutching his chest.

“Terrible,” you interrupted, grinning as you handed Chris another piece. “Just terrible.”

Chris laughed as he leaned closer to you and said, “Glad I’m not the only one who sees it.”

As the hours passed, the puzzle started to take shape.

“You’re good at this,” you murmured, watching him fit another piece into place.

Chris glanced at you, his eyes soft and said, “I’m good at a lot of things.”

“Eww gross,” Hyunjin muttered, tossing a piece at Chris. “This is supposed to be wholesome. Stop making it sexy.”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around Chris’s waist.

“So, Jinnie and I are planning a trip to the Christmas market outside the city on Saturday.” you said. “We do it every year, so I thought, you'd like to come this year?”

“You want me to come?” Chris asked, his eyes moving from you to Hyunjin. 

“Of course,” you said, shrugging like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Don’t get too excited, boss. She probably just wants an extra set of hands to carry her bags.” Hyunjin snorted from behind you.

“Shut up,” you said, swatting him on the arm. 

Chris’s eyes flicked between you and Hyunjin before settling on you, his smile growing.

“Fine. We’ll take my car and make it a road trip.” Chris said, smiling.

Saturday Morning – 5:45 AM

The sun hadn’t even risen, and you were already bouncing with excitement as Chris pulled his sleek black SUV in front of your building. You were dressed in your coziest winter coat, gloves, and scarf, while Hyunjin stumbled out in a hoodie and looked like he'd just rolled out of bed.

“This is an ungodly hour,” Hyunjin grumbled, throwing himself into the back seat. “I hate both of you.”

Chris smirked and said, “Good morning to you too.”

“Shh,” Hyunjin muttered, curling into a ball. “Please.”

You turned in your seat to look at him, laughing. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Call me when we’re there,” he mumbled, pulling a blanket (which he brought with him) over his head.

“I take it he’s not a morning person?” Chris chuckled as he pulled onto the road.

“Oh, he’s a delight,” you said sarcastically, earning you a nudge from the back. 

---

The drive was quiet and peaceful, with Hyunjin snoozing in the back and soft Christmas music playing in the background (because you're in a festive mood). At one point, Chris’s hand drifted to rest on your thigh, his thumb rubbing circles through your leggings.

“You’re really excited about this, huh?” he asked, glancing at you.

You nodded, your cheeks warm from his touch. “It’s kind of our thing…we've never broken the tradition…since we became friends.”

“I’m glad you invited me.” Chris said softly, and you squeezed his hand and said, “You’re part of my thing now.”

His eyes softened, and he lifted your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles. “Good to know.”

---

Hyunjin woke up the second the car pulled into the parking lot.

“We’re here! Let’s go!” he shouted, practically bursting out of the car like he wasn't snoring just a minute ago.

Chris looked at you, thoroughly amused.

“I thought he hated mornings?” he said.

“Magic of Christmas,” you replied with a shrug, grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the market entrance.

The market was a whirlwind of lights, scents, and laughter. There were twinkling fairy lights strung between wooden stalls, the smell of roasted chestnuts and mulled wine in the air, and carolers singing in the background.

Chris looked mildly overwhelmed, especially when Hyunjin shoved a steaming cup of hot chocolate into his hand. “Drink up Mr. Bang. Where's all the energy huh?”

“You can call me Chris when we're out of work, Hyunjin,” Chris said, shooting him a sideways glare.

“Aw, really?” Hyunjin pressed, with a grin. “You’re our sugar daddy funding this very festive adventure, I'll call you whatever you want.”

Chris shot you a helpless look, and you burst out laughing, linking your arm through his other one.

“We love you, baby,” you said, grinning up at him. “I know this is a little out of your style-”

“That’s an understatement,” Chris muttered, but his lips gave away a little smile. 

You and Hyunjin darted between the stalls like overexcited toddlers, as the number of bags Chris was holding increased alarmingly.

As the night went on, Chris found himself both entertained and quietly overwhelmed. You and Hyunjin were a whirlwind of energy, and as Chris  watched you loop your arm through Hyunjin’s, he realized that you and Hyunjin had a connection he couldn’t touch. A bond so natural and easy, it made him wonder if he’d ever truly get there.

Chris’s thoughts were interrupted when you snuggled closer to him, because it was getting so cold. As you got ready to leave, you saw a stand selling cotton candy, and you wanted it. Chris muttered something about “all that sugar”, but went on to buy one for you anyway.

You and Hyunjin were waiting when a man (half drunk), hit on Hyunjin. Hyunjin scowled and said, “I have a boyfriend, mind you!”

Just then, Chris came walking, cotton candy in hand, which Hyunjin quickly took from him. Chris eyed the man who was staring at him open-mouthed. 

“Is there a problem?” He asked, his eyes falling on you, as you tried not to burst out laughing. 

“No, love, we're good.” Hyunjin said, rolling his eyes, before getting into the car like nothing happened. 

Chris just sighed, not even bothering to ask what that was all about. 

The drive back was quiet. You had passed out in the backseat, too exhausted after hours of walking and a tummy full of Christmas treats.

Hyunjin sat in the passenger seat beside Chris and he could see that Chris was tense. With a sigh, Hyunjin turned to face him and said, “Ok, Mr. Bang. What's going on?”

“What?” Chris's eyes flickered over to him for a second, then back to the road.

“You look like you'll explode any minute. What's the matter?” Hyunjin asked, raising his eyebrows. “And please, don't tell me it's nothing.”

Chris sighed, his watching you sleeping in the backseat through the rear view mirror, and then he said, “I…sometimes I worry about how you two have this connection, this bond that’s...so intense. You know her so well…and sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever be enough for her. Because, I'm nothing like you, Hyunjin. My life has been completely different, and I worry that she'll be bored-”

Hyunjin’s lips quirked up, but there was a softness in his eyes as he glanced over at Chris.

“Oh wow. I have heard of over-thinking, but this is some next level shit,” Hyunjin laughed softly. “Dude, she's crazy about you. Yeah, we are really good with each other and all that, of course, she's my best friend. Literally my soul mate, only platonically, but yeah. But please, you have nothing to worry about. You’re with her now, and that’s all that matters.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing half the time,” Chris admitted. “But I’m trying. I love her…I've never…never before…”

“You’re doing just fine. She's really happy.” Hyunjin said with a smirk. 

Chris nodded, visibly relaxing as he said, “I’ll try to remember that. Thanks.”

---

When Chris parked his car outside your apartment building, your tired body could barely function. Your legs were sore from all the walking.

“I’m so tired,” you whined. “My legs are killing me, Chris. Can you -”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Chris came over and scooped you up into his arms, without a second thought, and you smiled against his neck as you held on.

“I got you,” he murmured as he carried you all the way inside, your head resting against his chest, your eyelids fluttering closed.

When he finally reached your bedroom, he gently placed you in your bed, quickly getting rid of your shoes, coat, mittens and scarf. His hands brushed over your hair as he tucked the covers around you, his gaze soft and almost tender.

“Good night,” he whispered, his lips landing a gentle kiss on your cheek, and his hand lingering at your side for a moment before he turned to leave.

But you caught his wrist, pulling him back.

“Stay,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“Please, just... stay with me.”

He didn’t say anything, just took off his coat and shoes, and slid into the bed beside you, holding you close. The silence enveloped you both, and you drifted off into a deep sleep.

---

Hyunjin, of course, wandered into your apartment the next morning with coffee and breakfast, and walked straight into this scene - Chris still next to you, his arm draped over you protectively, and you, snuggled into him. He just grinned mischievously and snapped a photo for the memories.

“I see you took my advice, good choice,” Hyunjin said, looking at Chris, who was already wide awake and glaring at him.

“You're an idiot,” Chris muttered, but there was a softness in his eyes.

Hyunjin just chuckled, holding up his coffee. 

“Come get your coffee, Daddy Bang,” He said, laughing as Chris threw a pillow his way.

“Hyunjin, shut up!” You yelled, pulling Chris closer. “And you, come here,”

Chris grinned as he let you pull him closer (if that was even possible). This was perfect.

Hyunjin was right.

Tags : @moonchild9350 @velvetmoonlght

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i love this theme 🥺 even though I fear it might happen to them irl (cause it's a pain to deal with crazy jealous fans) i love reading about it

Public Knowledge

Lee Felix x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: minor hate comments.

Summary: When Felix accidentally outs his relationship, Y/N does her best to reassure that it is okay.

Stray Kids Masterlist

The day was moving extremely slow for Y/N as she sat behind the counter at the bakery. There had barely been any customers the entire morning– the rain hammering down outside the window was the reason why. It was nearing her lunch break and Y/N had never been more grateful for it. Felix’s apartment wasn’t too far away and it would be nice to see him as she hadn’t seen him for a few days due to his busy schedule. 

Y/N’s eyes bore into the clock, counting down the seconds until she could leave. It’s not that she didn’t enjoy her job– she loved it. But on slow days like this one, she would much rather spend time with her boyfriend than sit alone behind a counter. 

“Y/N,” the owner called out to her. “You can go on your break early today. There doesn’t seem like there are going to be many more people coming in.”

“Are you sure?” Y/N questioned, standing up straight. 

“Yes,” the older woman said. “Now go and see that boyfriend of yours.”

Y/N smiled and thanked the older woman. She was one of the only people who knew about her relationship with Felix. After all, when he had a little bit of free time, he would always get something from the bakery. Of course not without his usual flirtatious comments towards Y/N. 

Y/N collected her bag and jacket, zipping it up and pulling her hood up to protect her from the rain. Her phone was tucked in her coat pocket– which wasn’t out of the ordinary at all. What was strange, however, was the incessant vibrating. Pulling it out, Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed. 

Many notifications came through on Y/N’s phone. Every single second, Y/N received a new follower, comment and message on instagram. Messages came through from Chan and the others which only confused Y/N even more. 

Y/N clicked on her Instagram page– with great difficulty from the amount of notifications coming through. Her account only had a few hundred followers at the start of the day but now it had over ten thousand. Comments flooded her photos and the likes on the few photos she had posted were instantly in the thousands. 

‘Stay away from Felix’

‘Is this Felix’s girlfriend? She seems normal?’

‘I can’t believe he chose you, you ugly bitch!’

‘Guys she is clearly the reason why Felix has been happy. It’s not like any of you had a chance anyway!’

‘Just leave her alone!!’

With a sigh, Y/N silenced her phone before pressing on the messages she had been receiving from Chan and the others. She sent them each a single quick message before leaving the small bakery. 

***

The way Y/N found Felix in his apartment when she closed the door behind her broke her heart. He was slumped on the couch, tears falling freely down his cheeks as he scrolled on his phone. The room was silent except Felix’s sniffles. Y/N allowed her bag to fall to the floor as she stepped further into the apartment. 

Whatever Felix was looking at on his phone must have been important as he hadn’t even realised she had entered the apartment. Y/N bit her lip at the sight of the tears and his red flushed cheeks from where he had wiped them away. 

“Felix,” Y/N said gently, taking a seat on the couch next to him. 

He didn’t look up from his phone, it was as if he was in a trance, scrolling through hundreds and hundreds of comments. 

Y/N gently pried his hand away from his face and  only then did Felix finally look at her. Almost immediately his body seemed to seek her as he leaned into her touch. For a while they sat in silence and Felix didn’t seem to be the one who wanted to break it. 

“What happened?” Y/N asked, no anger in her voice—just curiosity. 

“It was during my livestream,” Felix said as he gripped onto her hand tightly— as if he were afraid she would leave. “It was a stupid comment I made about my bracelet. I said that Y/N got it for me. I didn’t say anything else but every single comment was asking who you were. I tried to ignore them until some people had already found your name. I ended my live right after that and so many people are trying to find evidence of you already.

“Felix, listen to me,” Y/N said as she tightened her grip on his hands. “I knew what I was getting into when I began dating an idol. As much as I wanted to keep our relationship private, this was bound to happen eventually.”

Y/N pulled her phone out and handed it to Felix. “People have found my account already and have been flooding the comment section.”

“Can I see?” Felix croaked. 

Y/N nodded before handing Felix her phone. “Just know that I don’t take any of them to heart.”

Felix’s eyes filled with tears the moment his eyes scanned over the hurtful comments left under her posts. “How could they say things like this?”

“Because they are jealous,” Y/N commented. “I’m not going to let those comments get to me because they don’t matter. It’s not like they had a chance with you anyway– especially when they reveal themselves to be a vile person. And besides, from the looks of it, there are a lot more people who are just curious rather than hateful. There seem to even be more positive comments than bad.”

Felix sighed and locked Y/N’s phone and let it fall to the couch. “I still shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Love, it’s shocking to me that you haven’t slipped up before now. Remember the photos you posted when we went back to Australia for a few days and my legs and shoes were shown in the background of one of your photos? You made your sister wear the same thing so people could see her outfit on the vlog you made and think it was just her.”

Felix hugged a laugh before he wrapped his arms around Y/N and pulled her close to him as they relaxed down on the couch.  

“I’m still sorry,” Felix muttered against her forehead. 

“Stop apologising,” Y/N replied as she twisted the end of his hair between her fingers. “I know there will be people who will always send me nasty comments because I am associated with you but I know that you will protect me from it because that is the kind of person you are.” 

Y/N pressed a soft kiss to Felix’s cheek and he finally allowed a smile to slip onto his face. 

“And maybe if you don’t address anything, people will begin to forget?” Y/N continued. “It’s wishful thinking as people have already connected the dots and compared some of the locations of my photos with yours.”

“The company will make me address it at some point,” Felix said.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Y/N said. “Right now, all I want to do is lay here with you and watch some shitty film and cheer you up, because I prefer you when you smile.”

At her comment, a smile immediately lit up on Felix's face and it melted Y/N’s heart. His arms circled her waist before he pulled her as close to him as he could. 

“What about work?” Felix questioned. 

“I can explain the situation to the owner,” Y/N replied. “She knows I’m dating an idol. She’ll think its a blessing in disguise at how much traction the cafe is going to get.”

A soft laugh left Felix’s mouth as he leaned closer to her. “I love you,” he muttered as his lips brushed over hers. 

“I love you too,” Y/N replied, wrapping her arms around his neck. 

Slowly, Felix leaned forward as he pressed his lips firmly against hers. As he pulled her down onto the couch, their lips disconnected as Y/N let out a loud laugh, which in turn caused Felix to laugh. The couple passed kisses and soft touches between each other as they relaxed on the couch, tangled up with one another. Their phones, still vibrating with a notification every second, completely abandoned. 

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the way this feels so nice and ahhh... my heart is all warm and fuzzy

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pairing: christopher bahng x fem!reader, strangers to friends to lovers

summary: based off of its nice to have a friend by taylor swift

tags/warnings: chris is literally feeding a squirrel at the beginning, hes extroverted, reader is introverted, not proofread,

a/n: guys wait i kinda liked that i put the squirrel thing in lmao (this is a scheduled post.)

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 bonus!

masterlist!

The first time you see him, he’s standing in the snow, feeding a squirrel.

No, really.

You blink from the bench near the science building, clutching your tea between your gloves, and squint to make sure you’re seeing this right. There’s a boy, maybe a little older than you, with messy curls poking out from under a gray beanie, crouching in the middle of a patch of half-melted snow, holding out something in his palm.

The squirrel is suspicious. The boy is not.

“C’mon, buddy,” he whispers, like it’s a secret. “I’m just trying to make your day better.”

You watch him for a second longer than you probably should.

You’re not usually one to stare at people, but he’s…strangely magnetic. Like a lit window on a rainy street. Warm, inviting.

He doesn’t even notice you, he's so fully committed to this squirrel.

When the little creature finally darts forward and snatches whatever was in his hand, he grins so big that it lights up his whole face.

You look away before he sees you.

You see him again two days later. Different spot, same beanie.

You’re coming out of the library, arms full of books you probably won’t finish before the due date. He’s sitting on the low stone wall near the fountain, reading lyrics from his phone, quietly mumbling them under his breath. He taps a pencil against his knee like it’s a drum pad.

He hums a melody. Something soft, but unfinished.

This time he looks up and catches your eye, just briefly.

You glance down.

Then—

“Hey!”

You freeze and turn halfway, unsure if it’s you he’s calling out to.

He’s smiling.

“I saw you on the bench the other day, right? Near the science building?”

Your heart does a little hiccup in your chest.

You nod slowly. “…Yeah.”

“I thought so!” He hops off the wall, brushing his hands on his jeans. “I was hoping I didn’t imagine that. Hi.” He grins, sticking out a hand like you’re old friends meeting again.

“I’m Chris.”

You stare at his hand for a second, then awkwardly adjust your books and reach out.

“y/n.”

Your fingers brush his. He shakes your hand like it’s a genuine honor to meet you.

“I like your scarf,” he says brightly. “Looks warm.”

You blink. “Thanks. It is.”

He laughs, not unkindly. “Nice. That’s a great quality in a scarf.”

You feel the corner of your mouth twitch, almost-smiling. He’s strange, but in a nice way.

Like early spring sun on icy pavement.

He doesn't keep you. Just waves.

“See you around, y/n”

You nod, still a little stunned. “Bye Chris.”

He’s everywhere after that.

You’re not sure if you’re just noticing him more or if the universe is playing matchmaker, but suddenly it’s like he’s stitched into the background of your days.

He holds the door for you at the coffee shop and grins like it’s fate.

He passes you on the quad and shouts “y/n!” like you’ve known each other for years, not seconds. It turns heads. You nearly trip.

One afternoon, he appears next to you in line at the campus bookstore, arms full of snacks and a single pencil.

“Emergency brain food,” he explains. “And I always lose pencils. Might as well keep the tradition going.”

You huff a quiet laugh, not looking up.

He notices anyway. “A smile! I win.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s no bite in it.

It becomes a rhythm.

You don’t mean for it to, but it does.

Somehow, Chan always finds you on the quieter days. When the sky is gray and your headphones are in, or when your lunch is a little too lonely, or when you’re halfway through a library session and your eyes are going fuzzy from reading.

He shows up with a half-crushed granola bar, a “fun fact” he found online, a shy joke and a big grin and an energy that’s too big to contain but still never drowns you out.

He’s different from anyone you’ve known.

You’re used to people trying to draw you out like pulling teeth. But Chan doesn’t pull anything from you. He offers stories, laughter, warmth, and lets you take what you want.

And for some reason, you keep reaching.

One Thursday, you’re sitting at your usual spot near the music building and he finds you without hesitation.

“Thought you might be here,” he says, settling beside you. “You’re kind of a creature of habit, huh?”

You shrug.

“I like that,” he adds quickly. “It’s comforting.”

You sip your drink. The air smells like thawing snow and blooming things.

He stretches out on the bench, arms crossed behind his head. His foot bumps yours accidentally-on-purpose. You don’t move it.

“You ever feel like people talk too much?” you ask suddenly, surprising yourself more than him.

Chan turns his head toward you. Doesn’t laugh. Doesn’t tease.

“All the time,” he says, softer than usual.

You glance at him. He’s watching the clouds.

“Sometimes I talk a lot when I’m nervous,” he admits. “But quiet’s good too. Especially when it’s the right kind.”

Your heart warms. You don’t answer, but your shoulder leans just a little closer.

That same week, he shows up with a guitar.

It’s old, a little scuffed. He carries it like it’s precious.

“Wanna hear something?”

You nod.

He plays something gentle. Not polished, just a melody he’s been working on.

“It’s not finished,” he says after. “But it feels like a beginning.”

You don’t say much.

You just sit there, knees touching, the song lingering in the air between you like steam off a mug.

One night, you catch yourself writing his name in the margin of your notebook.

Just once, to see how it looks.

You close the page quickly, like you’re keeping a secret.

You think maybe you are.

Spring is blooming by the time he walks you home for the first time.

It’s accidental. He’d stayed late at the library too. You both left at the same time, and it made sense.

Until you’re walking beside him in the evening hush, and it doesn’t feel like coincidence at all.

“Want to see something?” he asks suddenly, tugging your sleeve.

You follow him through a winding path behind the dorms and he stops at a low fence, then points up.

Cherry blossoms-- white-pink and glowing in the moonlight.

You both stand there for a long moment.

“Pretty,” you whisper.

“Yeah,” he says, not looking at the tree.

He’s looking at you.

You don’t look back. But you feel it. You feel everything.

He walks you the rest of the way in silence, your steps soft on the pavement.

At your front door, he pauses.

“This was nice,” he says.

You nod. “It was.”

He takes a breath, shifts his weight like he wants to say something more.

But instead, he just smiles.

“See you tomorrow, y/n.”

You smile back.

“See you, Chris.”

That night, you press your hand to your chest and feel your heartbeat like a drumroll.

You don’t really know him.

Not yet.

But he’s made your world feel a little brighter, lighter.

And something about that feels like a beginning.

Like maybe... just maybe... it’s nice to have a stranger.

hope you enjoyed <33

todays playlist...

youth by lee know, hurt by newjeans, chill by stray kids, killer queen by mad tsai, juice by lizzo, circles by post malone, smart by le sserafim, suburban legends by taylor swift, python by got7, airplane by stray kids, slide by calvin harris, frank ocean, the migos, flamin hot lemon by jaehyun, humble by kendrick lamar, brought the heat back by enhypen, congratulations by mac miller and bilal, sweet dreams by j-hope, no doubt by enhypen

*bold is explicit*

@rockstarkkami @sirloncelot-of-bananas @jisunggy @me-on-a-archive @hyunjiiza @highway-143 @hvseunq143 @hyuneskkami

taglist is open! please comment if you would like to be added <3

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Never Apart │The Boy Next Door (drabble)

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

warnings: none!

word count: 1k ish

synopsis: you come home to find chris sent you a beautiful gift; even more special knowing that it can make the long distance seem not so far at all.

drabble sequence: falls between The Boy Next Door chapters 9 and 10

note: i recently saw an add for these and thought the idea was so sweet. we know chris would step up his game though and have something customized specifically for those two. let me know if you have any suggestions for other drabbles!

thx for reading :)

Masterlist

It had been about two weeks since you’d left Chris in Manhattan.  Going back to your normal routine was mundane, but the one thing that gave you a new reason to smile was the rush of a newly defined relationship.

The silly text messages sent back and forth made your heart skip a beat, and receiving his phone calls or face times was the best part of your day.

With Chris still on tour and traveling all over North America and Europe, the timing of his calls were always a surprise, but even if it was in the middle of your night, you’d still sleepily answer with a smile.

Then, one afternoon on your commute home, you received a text that sparked your interest.

Chris:  hey, you made it home yet? You:  no, why? Chris:  no reason…

“Weirdo…” you smirked to yourself, holding onto the handlebar hanging from the ceiling of the tram.  Looking out the window of the moving vehicle, you scanned over the familiar buildings and reached forward to push the button, indicating you were wanting to get off at the next stop.

As the tram screeched to a halt, you hopped out of the opened door, and jogged across the street to the front of your building.

Once inside the lobby, you dug your keys out of the side pocket of your purse, and moved to your mailbox.  Pulling out the contents, you couldn’t help but frown seeing nothing but trash and bills.

Sifting through the envelopes, you stepped inside of the elevator and pushed the button for the third floor.  Idly perusing through some free magazine, you rode the carriage up the few levels and hearing the dig after it stopped, you stepped outside into the hallway.

Rounding the corner, you tucked the envelopes under your arm and stopped short when you saw the flash of pink right outside your apartment door.

Unable to hide your smile, you walked closer and bent down to pick up the beautiful bouquet of pink roses and white baby’s breath.  Bringing the flowers to your nose, you inhaled the sweet aroma briefly before noticing the small gift box left on the floor.

You picked up the package and looked at it curiously, fumbling with your keys.  With the door finally unlocked, you stepped inside, hip checked it back closed, kicked off your shoes and went to the kitchen island, setting down the bouquet and the small present.

Anxiously, you dropped your backpack onto one of the stools surrounding the island, and grabbed the white Fendi box.  Noticing the small envelope tucked into the black satin ribbon, you quickly opened it and read.

Sweetheart- “Here’s a small gift to help us stay connected, even when we’re far apart. Just touch the pendant whenever you miss me—and I’ll feel it, right against my heart.”  - Romeo

Just the simple fact that he addressed the card in such a way made your heart flutter, and giddy excitement sweep through you.

Placing the card down, you reached for the box, untied the ribbon, and lifted the lid.  Inside was a stunning piece of jewelry - a princess cut diamond pendant hanging from a simple gold chain.

Your breath hitched as the stone caught the light, sparkling radiantly against the velvet black.  With a shaky hand, you lifted the necklace out of the box to examine it closer. Then, your fingertip grazed over something small and unusual on the back of the pendant.

Turning it over, you saw the small touch plate on the back.  Lifting a brow curiously, you looked down at the box to find a small business card sticking out.

This pendant is linked to your mate’s. When you touch it, theirs will gently vibrate—no matter where they are. And when they touch theirs, you’ll feel it too. A quiet signal, just between the two of you.

With the necklace still in your hand, you gently placed your fingertip on the plate for 2 seconds, and waited.  

Not entirely sure what to expect, you stood there, holding the necklace like it might explode.  But shortly thereafter, it buzzed in 3 short bursts, lightly shaking in your palm.

Your face lit up, and laughed hesitantly, having a hard time believing that it worked. 

Seconds later, your phone rang with a FaceTime call.  Grabbing it quickly, you answered, Chris’ handsome face filling your screen.  “Looks like you got home safely?”

Holding the necklace up for him to see, you nodded your head. “I did…”

Chris grinned brightly, holding up the chain of his own Fendi necklace.  Proving its efficacy once more, he held the touch plate on the back of his own pendant, and instantly yours began to gently buzz.

“This is so amazing…” you giggled, looking at the piece of jewelry in awe.

“I’m glad you like it… now we don’t have to feel so far apart all of the time.” Chris said softly, so pleased with how much you seemed to like the gift.

“Hang on,” you mumbled, placing the phone down on the counter so the camera pointed up to the ceiling. There was a few seconds of quiet rustling before you picked the phone back up, and showed off your new necklace, hanging from your throat with the pendant now resting gently on your chest. 

“I love it, Romeo.  Thank you.”  Touching the back of your necklace again, Chris chuckled lowly as his necklace vibrated over his heart.  “You’re welcome, Sweetheart.”

Later that week, you stood in the kitchen again, doing dishes while live-streaming the Stray Kids’ concert from some fan-cam on TikTok.  

Not paying attention to the screen of your iPad, you focused on washing a particularly stubborn pan in the sink when your necklace began vibrating against your chest.  

Quickly looking up to the live-stream, you saw Chris on stage, in his black dress pants and blazer, lazily reclined in the metal chair swathed in red lights, one hand on his necklace, and the other gripping his microphone, belting out the lyrics to “Railway.”

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・❥・(ot8 headcannons) THE GIRLFRIEND EFFECT

summary: in which skz start to abandon their old habits after getting a girlfriend, and their fellow members can only watch in stunned horror as love turns these men soft. the girlfriend effect is real. nobody is safe. cw: profanity, just endless fluff and crack, use of she/her pronouns, pls take the humor with a grain of salt <3

chan - the insomniac king was dethroned

bang chan does not sleep. everyone knows that. 

he goes to bed into the next day—3am, 4am, sometimes not at all—and wakes up looking like he’s been in an emotionally toxic relationship with his pillow. it’s a thing. a legend, even. the morning game among the members is always:

“what time do you think chan slept last night?” “over or under 3am?”

so when he walks into morning dance practice looking… rested?

eyes clear. hoodie on straight. skin dewy. shoulders not hunched like a man carrying the weight of three unfinished tracks.

it’s suspicious.

no one’s said it yet, but the members are all thinking the same thing

seungmin narrows his eyes like he’s solving a mystery. then, slowly, he raises a finger and points directly at chan.

“what time,” he begins, voice slow and ominous, “did you sleep last night?”

it’s the sacred question. normally used to roast him. normally answered with some sleep-deprived groan and a “i don’t know, man.” but this time, it comes out… almost reverent. because the idea of bang chan getting a full night’s sleep is no longer a joke—it’s truth.

chan blinks. like he didn’t expect anyone to ask.

“uh…” he rubs the back of his neck, looking oddly sheepish. “y/n was tired. we kinda crashed around midnight.”

midnight.

midnight.

you could hear a pin drop on the dance floor.

jeongin just stares. mouth slightly open. brain buffering.

“you slept... at midnight?” he echoes.

chan shrugs, trying to play it off—but he can’t hide the way his lips twitch like he’s just a little too proud. “yeah, she knocked out so i didn’t want to wake her.”

“s-so you just… fell asleep? did she drug you or something?”

chan just laughs. “nah, i just like being next to her. it’s… easy to fall asleep.”

jeongin looks like he’s witnessing a crime scene. or maybe a miracle. it’s hard to tell.

“he’s broken,” he whispers, still staring. “she’s broken him.”

seungmin doesn’t even blink. he crosses his arms and says, deadpan, “no. she’s fixed him.”

and that day, for the first time in forever, chan doesn’t yawn once.

minho - “don’t touch my ass.”

minho is many things. dancer. cat dad. human embodiment of strange.

but above all?

he’s a butt hunter.

he will grope, slap, poke, and outright ambush the butts of any member foolish enough to turn their back on him. it's not even weird anymore—it's tradition. part of the culture. a stray kids rite of passage.

so when several days go by with no butt activity? suspicion brews.

jisung is the first to notice. obviously. he passes minho in the hallway and flinches out of habit, or trauma—but nothing. not even a threatening twitch.

it’s unsettling. so unsettling, in fact, that jisung decides to take matters into his own hands.

literally.

the next day, backstage at inkigayo, jisung makes his move.

minho’s facing the mirror, fixing his hair. perfect. jisung creeps up behind him like he’s in a nature documentary.

and then—pat. a clean, respectful grab. 

he waits. silence.

minho blinks at his reflection, then turns around slowly. calmly.

then: “don’t touch my ass.”

jisung chokes. “what?”

minho just stares at him. blank. serious. 

“don’t touch my ass,” he repeats, tone calm but final—like he’s scolding a cat for scratching the couch again.

“are you mad at me? jisung sputters. 

that finally gets minho’s full attention. he sighs, and looks up at jisung like he’s explaining something very simple to a very dumb squirrel.

“no. i’m not mad at you,” he says, voice calm. “it’s not about you.”

jisung blinks, confused and still braced for impact. “then what is it?”

minho shrugs, like it’s obvious. “it’s y/n.”

there’s a pause as jisung tries to keep up.

minho sighs again, rubbing the back of his neck. “like… i wouldn’t love it if other people were grabbing my partner’s ass all the time, even as a joke, you know? and yeah, it’s always been just us messing around, but still. she’s my girlfriend. i wanna be consistent.”

jisung stares. “so… you’re retiring from ass play.”

minho gives him a flat look. “don’t call it that.”

jisung holds up both hands, backing off. “okay, okay. sorry. just—wow. that’s actually kind of sweet. and disturbingly mature.”

“you had a good run. but i’m taken now. full package. including the rear.”

jisung almost falls to his knees.

“she’s corrupted you.”

changbin - “i hope you lose your pump.”

changbin is reliable.

rain or shine, comeback or chaos, he goes to the gym.

it’s not a suggestion. it’s not a routine. it’s a spiritual contract with his biceps. if he skips a day, he complains that he can “feel himself shrinking.” if his members skip leg day, he offers to carry them—and their guilt.

so when he’s not at the gym by 10am, it’s weird. when he’s not at the gym by noon? alarming. and when he’s not at the gym at all?

something is deeply wrong.

minho’s the first to text:

you alive or did you get hit by car 

no reply.

by 2pm, some have migrated to the dorms to check on him in person. they knock. no answer. chan tries the handle—unlocked.

and there he is.

changbin. on the couch. blanket over his legs. one arm around you, the other lazily flipping through netflix. a half-eaten bowl of popcorn on his lap.

he looks up. blinks.

“oh, hey,” he mumbles, clearly still half-asleep. “didn’t hear you come in.”

silence.

you offer a small wave from behind the couch. “hi.”

minho squints. 

“where were you?” chan asks, tone sharp like an accusation.

changbin blinks. “sorry?”

“the gym,” minho says, gesturing wildly. 

changbin furrows his brows. “i don’t remember telling you i was going.”

“you never have to tell us,” chan cuts in, clearly distressed. “you always go. we stopped asking you ages ago.”

“you’re the one who made a whole speech about how ‘discipline is showing up even when you don’t feel like it.’” minho scoffs.

you shift under the blanket slightly, sitting up a bit straighter, and speaking up for the first time since the interrogation began.

“i called him over,” you say simply, voice soft but teasing. “sorry none of you have girls asking to spend time with you.”

minho scoffs. 

changbin chuckles beside you, hand up for a high-five. you slap it, grab another handful of popcorn, and lean back with a smile.

chan shakes his head, but his lips twitch like he’s trying not to smile. “can’t even be mad. you look happy.”

“you’ve changed,” minho says solemnly, but really, he’s proud. “i hope you lose your pump.”

changbin grins. “you’re just jealous.”

they probably are.

hyunjin - “she likes me when i'm low-effort.”

hyunjin doesn’t just get ready. he curates.

every outfit is a look. every look has a theme. necklaces. earrings. scarves. a gentle waft of expensive perfume that smells like whispered poetry.

so when he walks out of his room wearing—

sweatpants. a plain white t-shirt. no versace. no rings. no 12-step skincare glow. just lip balm.

his roommate, changbin, nearly drops his protein shake.

“hold still.” he steps in front of the door, arms spread like he’s blocking a crime scene. “are you really going out like that?”

hyunjin blinks. looks down at himself like he forgot what he put on. then shrugs. “yeah. brunch.”

“with who, your bed?”

“y/n.”

silence.

“you’re going out with your girlfriend, hyunjin.” he says slowly, 

hyunjin tilts his head. “she likes me just fine this way.”

changbin gestures wildly. “you’re wearing sweatpants.”

hyunjin shrugs again, utterly unbothered. “they're clean.”

“and the plain white tee?”

“she said i look cute when i’m low-effort.”

changbin groans like he’s being personally attacked. “do you know how hard i tried to look good the last time i saw a girl? i changed outfits four times and still ended up sweating through my shirt.”

hyunjin just smirks, grabbing his phone off the counter before opening the door. “maybe you should’ve tried less.” he adds casually, before stepping out. “bye.”

and all changbin can do is stand there, shaking his head, whispering.

“she’s changed him.” 

han - his ego took a sick day

jisung milks compliments. he churns them into butter. whips them into frosting. lives off the validation like it’s a multivitamin.

in interviews, when asked who's the funniest? “obviously me.”

best-looking? “me, but hyunjin’s close.”

most talented? “it’s me. i wrote this question.”

you’re at the jyp cafeteria, trays clinking, the hum of trainees and staff in the background as you sit shoulder to shoulder with jisung at a corner table, while hyunjin and felix are across from you.

jisung’s rambling about something—probably a dream, possibly a conspiracy—chopsticks waving as he talks through a mouthful of rice. that’s when you notice it.

a tiny scrap of seaweed. clinging to the edge of his lip.

you lean in just a bit, tapping the side of your own mouth. “right there.”

he pauses, tongue darting out instinctively to swipe the spot along with a flick of his eyes up at you like, did i get it?

and somehow… it’s stupidly attractive.

and it hits you—hard and fast and stupid:

“you’re so handsome,” you murmur.

hyunjin and felix immediately stop eating.

the air stills.

felix sets down his spoon with a slow, almost reverent motion.

hyunjin glances at felix. then at you. then at jisung. they both brace for it.

this is the moment where his ego explodes.

he’s about to say something cocky. something ridiculous like "thank you for the unnecessary comment—everyone already knows that."

but none of that happens.

instead?

jisung freezes.

his chopsticks stop mid-air. his lips part slightly, like the words never formed.

felix and hyunjin exchange a slow, stunned glance across the table, like they’re witnessing something rare and possibly mythical.

jisung clears his throat. forces a tiny smile. not his usual smug grin—something smaller. bashful.

you tilt your head, soft and sincere as you repeat. “you’re really handsome.”

he ducks his head slightly, mumbling, “stop,” but there’s no bite in it.

you grin.

that’s when hyunjin leans forward dramatically, hand cupping his mouth. “i didn’t know you were capable of being humble.”

jisung groans, shoving a spoonful of rice into his mouth just to avoid talking. “shut up.”

hyunjin smirks. “you’re blushing.”

“i am not.”

felix points. “then why are your ears the color of gochujang?”

jisung throws him a look, cheeks puffed full of rice like a chipmunk. he chews dramatically, swallows, and finally mutters—

“god forbid i get a little flustered when my girlfriend compliments me.”

hyunjin groans dramatically, flopping back in his chair. “she softened him. he’s fully simmered.”

felix sighs into his hands. “remember when he used to call himself ‘sex on legs’ and say we were lucky to know him?”

jisung shovels another spoonful of rice into his mouth. “still true,” he mumbles.

he then looks at you—blushing, with a small smile.

felix - "i’m keeping her on her toes.”

felix is a certified cuddle bug.

he initiates first, always. doesn’t matter the time, the place, or the number of witnesses. if you're standing still for more than five seconds? he’s already wrapped around you like a weighted blanket if it had freckles.

he hugs everyone. back hugs. side hugs. full-body collapse hugs. the man radiates affection like it’s photosynthesis—he needs it to live, and he makes sure everyone else gets a dose too.

but ever since he started dating you…you started playing this little game. felix has decided to become your greatest enemy.

you step into the recording studio with a bright smile, holding iced americanos.

only felix, chan, and jisung today. chan looks up from the mixing board, immediately grinning. “oh, legend. thank you.”

jisung’s in the booth, mid-bar, rapping like his life depends on it.

you walk over to felix, who’s perched on the couch, headphones around his neck, scribbling notes in a lyric sheet. you set the tray of drinks down on the little table beside him, lean down, and press a soft kiss to his cheek.

then, naturally, you slide your arms around him in a casual hug.

he doesn’t move.

no returning squeeze. no snuggle into your shoulder. no dramatic gasp and full koala-mode cling. just him—smiling, smug.

smiling, but not hugging back.

you pull back just enough to pout. “felix. not this again.”

chan glances up from his monitor, brows raised. “what are you doing?”

felix turns to him. “she always expects the hugs. i’m trying to keep her on her toes.”

you groan. “we live for the hugs, felix. there are rules.”

“i know.” he winks. “that’s why i break them.”

chan leans back in his chair, eyes wide like he’s seeing felix for the first time. “you’ve… developed self-control.”

you sigh dramatically, still half in his lap. “unfortunately.”

felix scoffs, poking your side. “don’t act like you’re some poor victim. you dodge me all the time!”

you narrow your eyes. “okay, fine. if you wanna play that game… how about neither of us do anything?”

felix leans back like he’s genuinely considering it. “alright. okay. deal.”

a beat passes. one whole second.

then—

he immediately lunges forward, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. “too late.”

you squeal as he hugs you tight and presses a quick kiss to your cheek, smug and unrepentant.

“felix!” you gasp, laughing. “you lasted one second!”

he grins into your shoulder. “you looked too cute being all serious.”

chan shakes his head from across the room, muttering, “so much for self-control.”

felix shrugs, arms still locked around you. “self-control’s overrated.”

you could only change him so much.

seungmin - no one knows where the savage went

seungmin has the softest little voice. polite. gentle. that kind of light, effortless tone that sounds like it should be used to offer you tea or read bedtime stories. 

but then he opens his mouth and says something like,

“you look like someone who peaked in high school,” with the same tone you'd use to say, have a nice day.

and that’s the seungmin everyone knows—sharp-tongued, savage, and weirdly charming about it. naturally, everyone assumes he’d be the same with a partner. 

you’re sitting with felix and changbin in the practice room when seungmin walks in, sipping his iced tea. he plops down next to you and greets the group with his usual drawl.

as you start unwrapping a protein bar, he eyes it casually and goes, “is that your second one today?”

you nod with a muffled “mhm,” mid-bite.

across from you, changbin freezes—brows raised, lips already curling like he’s bracing for the roast. he’s heard this setup before. he knows seungmin’s usual follow-up. normally, it’s a deadpan jab about how someone eats like a vacuum, or a not-so-subtle fat joke about needing a second lunch just to function. he’s ready.

but instead?

seungmin leans his head slightly toward you, eyes soft. “you like those ones, right? i’ll grab you a couple more next time i’m at the store.”

you blink at him, surprised—but smile, warmth blooming in your chest. “really?”

he nods, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. then reaches over, gives your knee a light pat.

changbin looks offended. “okay, how come you never say stuff like that to me? i’m the one who put her on those protein bars.”

seungmin doesn’t even look up.

“because when you eat, it sounds like a construction site.”

felix loses it, nearly spilling his drink as he doubles over laughing.

changbin gapes, pointing at seungmin. “i chew normally!”

seungmin finally looks up, deadpan. “you breathe heavy before opening a snack.”

you’re gaping at seungmin, caught between shock and laughter. “seungmin.”

he finally cracks—a tiny, knowing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he turns toward you. he opens his mouth just slightly, so, huffing a laugh, you lift the protein bar and hold it up to his mouth.

seungmin bites down on the protein bar, eyes locked on yours—soft, a little smug, but mostly just… fond. like the insult he threw five seconds ago didn’t exist. like you’re the only thing in the room.

felix watches the entire thing unfold from the corner of the couch, straw halfway to his mouth, forgotten.

“somehow,” he mutters to changbin, stunned. “she’s tamed him.”

jeongin - "she's normal"

jeongin is the maknae 💜. and he loves being the maknae.

gets away with things. never has to go first. everyone looks out for him.

but the second one of his members tries to baby him? it’s war.

if hyunjin tries to feed him a spoonful—he glares like he’s been betrayed. if anyone calls him “innie baby”? he files for emotional damages.

he secretly loves the attention, obviously. but he’ll never admit it. not to their faces. not in this lifetime.

so when he walks off stage after the main performance, sweat-damp and glowing, and heads backstage for a breather before the encore, it’s a complete shock when jeongin lets you be touchy. lets you baby him. cause they’ve all tried and failed.

“you did so well, baby,” you say, all soft and proud, hands reaching up to fix the little flyaways at his temple.

even just the pet name “baby” hits the room like a mic drop.

hyunjin physically recoils. 

jeongin just looks at you—shy smile pulling at the corner of his lips—and quietly asks, “you think so?”

you nod immediately. “i know so. you looked amazing out there.”

he blushes, eyes dropping, but he doesn’t pull away. if anything, he leans in a little—like your presence is the calm after the storm.

you cup his cheeks briefly, thumbs brushing just under his eyes. “i’m so proud of you.”

another pet name. another shockwave.

this time, hyunjin can’t help himself. he dramatically stumbles backward like he’s been shot. so of course hyunjin takes it as a challenge.

on his way past, he reaches out and ruffles jeongin’s hair exactly the way he knows jeongin hates—fingers scratchy, deliberately messing it up.

“great job, baby,” hyunjin mocks in a high-pitched voice, grinning.

jeongin flinches immediately.

you laugh, covering your mouth as you watch the chaos unfold.

but hyunjin’s already on a mission.

he swoops in again—arms outstretched for a dramatic hug, lips puckered exaggeratedly as he leans in with a loud, “come here, my innie baby—”

jeongin panics, pushing at his chest with both hands. “get off me!”

hyunjin stumbles back, hand on his heart like he’s been betrayed. “come on! what is this? what does she have that i don’t?”

jeongin doesn’t even hesitate.

“she’s normal,” he deadpans, fixing his hair.

hyunjin staggers like the words physically struck him, hand still pressed to his chest in mock pain.

but jeongin’s already turned back to you—his expression softening, that tiny amused smile curling at his lips. you smile back just as sweetly, eyes crinkling, and he swears his heart does a little somersault.

hyunjin stares, genuinely stunned now, voice low and almost reverent.

“i’m… envious,” he mutters. “you’ve surely done something to him.”

author's note: what if skz did something totally out of character and their members lost their minds over it? i love a man completely changing his personality for a woman. sue me. anwats, thank you for reading this. i really hope you enjoyed it! engagement is appreciated, and feel free to leave some feedback 🫶

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𓂃 . 𐑞 They Overhear Your Family Telling You To Break Up With Them ⟢

ꔫ﹒genre﹒⟢ - boyfriend scenarios/romance/drama. f!reader

⏆﹒⿻ ch . bangchan . leeknow . changbin . hyunjin . han . felix . seungmin . i.n

﹙◞◟﹚﹒warnings ﹒ Emotional distress . Parental conflict . Themes of public life .

Sypnosis: When they visit their partner’s family to prepare for an engagement announcement, they overhear her parents quietly urging a breakup—worried that a life in the spotlight will only bring pain. Heartbroken but understanding, they step back to reflect, choosing patience over pride.

Bang Chan (방찬)

The soft hum of Sydney’s early evening rain created a rhythm on the windows of your childhood home. The living room was dimly lit, just the golden light of a lamp flickering on the side table. You and Bang Chan were curled up on the couch after dinner, sharing a blanket and a quiet moment, your legs tangled, your fingers loosely interlocked. The weekend had been meant for celebration — your engagement announcement was coming soon, and this trip home was supposed to be your way of gently preparing your family.

But something was off.

Your parents had asked Chan to help dry the dishes earlier, and while he was away, you'd noticed their whispered tones shift. Now, as you excused yourself to grab something from the upstairs bedroom, Chan made his way toward the hallway — and that’s when it happened.

He paused at the base of the stairs, hearing your parents' hushed voices trickling through the cracked kitchen door.

"They're serious. It's not just a phase anymore.""Exactly. I like him — we both do. But… this is the real world. Their life with him means living in the spotlight, constant travel, fan scrutiny, maybe even danger. That’s not the life we wanted for our child.""They’re in love, sure. But love isn’t always enough. Sometimes, protecting someone means stepping back before they get hurt."

The words weren’t harsh — but they were heavy, soaked in fear and quiet desperation. Chan’s breath caught.

He stood frozen, half in the light, half in the shadows, like something torn between two worlds. The pang in his chest wasn’t just pain — it was the crack of doubt threading through a heart that had tried so hard to earn a place in your world.

He didn’t barge in. He didn’t defend himself. That wasn’t his way.

Instead, he walked softly out the back sliding door, letting the rain mist his hair. He sat on the edge of the wooden porch, elbows on his knees, head down.

You found him there fifteen minutes later. His silhouette was calm, but still — like someone sculpted from stone. The rain clung to his lashes. He didn’t turn when you approached, but when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind, he leaned into you.

"Did something happen?" you asked quietly, already knowing. He didn’t speak for a long moment. Just inhaled deeply.

"I heard them," he finally said. His voice was low — steady, but only just. "They’re scared. Of what being with me might do to you. I get it. I would be too." Your hands gripped the front of his hoodie. "Chris—"

"I mean it." He turned slightly, enough for you to see the weight in his eyes. "I drag you into a world that’s brutal. It's constant noise, cameras, rumors, schedules... It’s hard to protect someone in that storm. And you deserve to be safe. To be free."

"But I chose you," you said firmly. "And I knew what your world was before I ever fell into it. I don’t want safe. I want real. I want you." His hand came up to your cheek. He smiled, but it trembled. "Even if it tears your family in two?"

You rested your forehead to his. "No. But even if they’re afraid… I want them to know I’m not. And I think, deep down, they’re not against you — they’re scared for me. That’s love, too. It just looks different."

The rain thickened, but neither of you moved. Bang Chan pulled you into his lap then, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, like he was anchoring himself to this moment. His voice was a whisper, breath warm on your skin.

"I would never hurt you. You know that, right?"

You nodded. "And I know you’d let me go before you ever became the reason I got hurt. But you’re not. You're the reason I got stronger."

He closed his eyes, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"I’ll earn them," he murmured. "If they’re worried, I’ll show them who I am. I won’t walk away — not unless you ask me to. But I’ll be patient. I’ll be the man they can trust with you."

Lee Know (리노)

The sky over your hometown was quiet, washed in soft evening gray. It had been a long day — full of smiles, small talk over dinner, and the kind of tense energy that only surfaces when something unspoken floats.

You and Minho had been together for nearly four years. The kind of love that moved slowly but deeply — like water over stone. You knew him: the way he’d rub your thumb when he was nervous, how he always made your tea exactly right without asking, how he’d listen — really listen — when you spoke, like every word mattered.

This trip was supposed to be a gentle reveal. Something soft, calm — to show your parents that the man they knew mostly through FaceTime and news articles was real, grounded, and utterly devoted to you.

But something was off.

After dinner, Minho excused himself to help wash the dishes. You stepped outside to answer a call. That’s when he heard it — the low murmur of your parents’ voices, just barely audible through the hallway walls.

"We can’t just sit by and let this happen. She’s about to marry into a life we don’t understand — a life that isn’t hers.""She loves him. But love doesn’t mean it's right. He’s constantly traveling, exposed to so much. There’s danger in that life — the mental toll, the public scrutiny. She’ll be swallowed whole." "We should’ve said something earlier. We have to protect her — even if she hates us for it."

He stood still.

The sponge in his hand dripped quietly into the sink. He didn’t move. His breath caught in his throat — not from shock, but from the sharp, slow ache of inevitability. He wasn’t surprised. But it didn’t hurt any less.

He didn’t confront them. He didn’t defend himself. Instead, he walked out to the edge of the garden, where the overgrown roses curled around the trellis, and sat down on the stone bench. Hands in his lap. Eyes on the gravel.

When you found him, his back was turned to you, posture straight, too still to be casual. You called his name softly. He looked over his shoulder with that unreadable expression he wore like armor — the kind that made you feel like he was miles away even when he was right in front of you.

You sat beside him, brushing your knee against his. “You heard, didn’t you?”

He didn’t answer right away. Just looked down at his hands, clasped tightly together.

“I didn’t mean to,” he finally said. “But yeah. I heard.”

You swallowed hard. The air between you filled with tension and tenderness all at once. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. They’re not wrong.”

You turned to him, startled. “What?”

He exhaled, slow and heavy. “They’re not wrong to be scared. Loving me means signing up for… chaos. Distance. Cameras in your face. People picking you apart. I live in two different worlds and barely hold them together myself. You’d have to carry all that — without ever asking for it.”

His voice never broke. It didn’t crack. It was just quiet. Controlled. Like he’d already fought this battle in his mind a hundred times and lost every single one. You shook your head. “I’m not scared of that. I’m scared of not choosing you.”

He looked at you then — really looked. And something flickered behind his eyes, something fragile and raw. “You shouldn’t have to fight for me,” he said, voice low. “You shouldn’t have to stand between the people who raised you and the person you love. That’s not fair to you.”

“Then don’t make me choose,” you whispered.

He blinked, and for a long moment, he didn’t speak. Then he turned slightly, his thigh pressing against yours, his eyes glinting with that quiet intensity only Minho carried. “I won’t leave you,” he said. “Even if they never understand. Even if I have to stand on the edge of your life — I’ll be there. I’ll earn their trust with time. But I will never ask you to break your family to love me.”

A tear slipped down your cheek. He wiped it with the back of his knuckle — soft, instinctive, reverent.

Later that night, he returned to the kitchen. The same place he’d heard his heart shatter only hours earlier. Your parents were there, lingering over mugs of tea. They looked up as he stepped in, his expression unreadable but not hostile.

“I want to be honest with you,” he said. No preamble. Just truth. “I heard what you said. I understand why you’re afraid. And I don’t blame you.”

Your mother’s mouth opened, but he held up a hand gently.

“I can’t promise I’ll always keep her safe from the world. But I can promise I’ll never stop trying. And I will never use her love as a shield to excuse anything. If I fail her, I want you to be the first to hold me accountable.”

Changbin (창빈)

The late autumn wind swept across your parents' backyard, rustling the brittle gold leaves that had gathered at the edge of the stone path. Inside the house, warm light spilled through the windows, laughter from dinner still lingering in the air, though Changbin had grown quiet.

You’d come home together for a long weekend — a soft introduction before announcing the engagement you both had been talking about for months. Changbin had practiced what to say to your father three times on the plane. He even brought a small gift for your mother — a delicate ceramic she’d once admired when visiting Korea. His nerves had been well-hidden behind warm smiles and polite jokes, but you knew him. You knew his heart beat harder when things really mattered.

That night, after dinner, you’d gone upstairs to grab an old photo album. Changbin stayed behind to help clear the plates. It was while he passed the hallway to the laundry room, carrying a stack of napkins, that he heard it. The voices.

Your parents were in the study. The door was open just an inch.

"She’s serious about him.""I know. That’s what worries me.""He seems like a good person — but that life? It’s loud. It’s unstable. How long can a relationship survive when you’re apart for months, when thousands of strangers think they own him?""She’s our daughter. We’ve seen her hurt before. We can’t sit by and watch her walk straight into a fire."

He froze.

Not out of anger. Not out of fear.

But because the words sounded too much like ones he had whispered to himself at 3 a.m. on sleepless nights — wondering the exact same things. Not about you. Never about your love. But about whether he was enough to protect you from the storm his world came with.

He backed away quietly and stepped outside. The air was sharp, cold, but it helped settle the burn behind his eyes.

He sat on the edge of the porch, head lowered, forearms resting on his knees. He didn't cry — not then. But his heart ached in that deep, invisible way that left your chest hollow. He hadn’t even noticed you standing behind him until your hand slid over his shoulder.

“Changbin?”

He looked up slowly, eyes glassy under the dim porch light.

“You heard them,” you said, not as a question.

He gave a tight nod.

You moved to sit beside him, pulling your cardigan tighter around your arms. “I’m sorry.” He shook his head. “Don’t be. They’re your parents. They love you. They’re scared, and… I can’t blame them.”

He looked out at the yard, his jaw clenched. “I mean, they’re not wrong. This life I live — it’s not quiet. It’s not easy. You know what it’s like. The missed calls. The canceled dates. The rumors. The girls who scream my name like they know me better than you do.”

“Stop,” you whispered, eyes stinging. “Don’t talk like that.”

“I’m not giving up,” he said quickly, turning to you. “Don’t think that. I’m just— I don’t want to be the reason your family worries every time they look at you. I don’t want your parents to wonder if loving me means losing you.”

You reached for his hand, and he gripped it like he needed it to breathe. “I chose you, Binnie. I keep choosing you. You don’t have to prove you’re enough — you already are.”

He stared down at your intertwined hands for a moment. He didn’t answer. Just leaned into you, forehead pressed to your shoulder, letting the silence hold him where words couldn’t.

Hyunjin (현진)

The sun had long since dipped beneath the horizon, leaving a dim lavender haze across your neighborhood. The house smelled like roasted garlic and rain-soaked leaves — warm, familiar, nostalgic. You and Hyunjin were staying at your parents’ for the weekend. A small visit. Casual on the surface, but meant to gently ease into the conversation of your quiet engagement. The rings weren’t on fingers yet, but the promise was real, already burning beneath your skin like a shared secret.

He’d been nervous. You could see it in the way he straightened his shirt three times before knocking on your parents’ front door. In the way he barely touched his food at dinner, offering his compliments with a soft smile even though he was chewing slower than usual. He was trying — really trying — to be everything he thought they needed him to be. Not because he was fake. But because he cared.

After dinner, you were in the guest room folding up old laundry, humming to yourself. Hyunjin had wandered into the hallway, searching for the bathroom. He passed the den and slowed when he heard your name.

He wouldn’t have stopped if it had been anything else.

"She’s serious about him. She’s talking like this is forever.""That’s what worries me.""He’s… nice. Charming, polite, clearly cares about her. But he’s not just a boy. He’s an idol. His world — it’s not made for someone like her.""She’s sensitive. She hides it, but we know her. What happens when the spotlight turns cruel? When she starts feeling second place to millions of fans, or worse, when they start to hate her?" "We should ask her to reconsider. Not because we don’t like him — but because we love her."

The words were spoken softly. Gently, even. But they struck Hyunjin like frostbite — quiet, cold, seeping beneath his skin before he could feel the pain. His breath caught in his chest. He backed away before he heard more. His fingers trembled slightly at his sides.

He found the guest room, but you weren’t there. So he slipped out into the backyard, under the heavy dark sky that smelled like wet earth and pine. A garden lantern buzzed quietly nearby. He sat on the patio steps and pressed his hands into his lap, willing himself not to unravel.

You found him there ten minutes later, his back to you, shoulders hunched ever so slightly. “Jinnie?” you asked gently. He looked up. His face wasn’t tear-streaked, but his eyes gave him away. Glazed. Wide. Wounded. “I heard them,” he said simply.

You sat down beside him slowly. “What did they say?” He hesitated, looking up at the stars. “That I’m not safe for you,” he murmured. “That I come with shadows too big for you to walk through.”

You didn’t speak for a moment. Your heart was aching — not just for what was said, but for how deeply he was letting it in. “They’re scared,” you whispered.

“I know.” His voice was quiet, careful. “And… I don’t blame them.” He tilted his head toward you, finally meeting your gaze. “Sometimes I think about it too,” he admitted. “How hard it must be. To love someone who disappears on planes. Who’s always a little bit out there. Who’s constantly pulled away by things you can’t follow.”

“You’re not out there to me,” you said. “You’re here. You always are.”

He smiled faintly. A sad smile. The kind that doesn’t quite reach the eyes. “But what if I can’t protect you from everything? From the hate? The comments? The long nights? The loneliness when I'm gone for weeks?” His hands clenched slightly. “What if they’re right?”

You took his hand — warm and shaky. “Then let me make this choice,” you said. “Let me walk beside you even when it’s raining. Let me be brave with you.”

A tear slid down his cheek then, slow and silent. He blinked fast, embarrassed, and turned his head away, but you reached up and gently cupped his jaw, guiding his face back toward you.

He let out a soft breath. The kind that carried weeks’ worth of tension. Then, quietly: “I don’t want them to hate me.”

“They don’t,” you whispered. “They just haven’t seen what I see yet.”

Han (한)

The evening felt perfect on the surface — a dinner at your home, warm lights, familiar laughter, and the subtle glow of light brushing against the windows. Han Jisung was sitting beside you at the table, quietly fidgeting with his sleeve, his nerves buried just beneath his soft smiles and quick jokes.

Your parents liked him — at least, they said they did. They welcomed him in with polite kindness and thoughtful questions. But there was something in the air tonight.

You left the table to grab a few old albums, wanting to show him your high school photos — your way of giving him more of your world. He stayed behind to help your mom clear the dishes.

That’s when he heard them. He hadn’t meant to.

He was headed back from the kitchen, intending to grab his jacket, when he passed by the hallway leading to your dad’s study. The door was ajar. The voices — your parents' — came low, serious, full of hesitation.

"She loves him, that’s obvious. But that doesn’t mean this is safe for her.""Exactly. He’s kind, yes. But he’s in the spotlight. His life is… chaotic. Fleeting. She needs stability. Something real.""They’re already talking about marriage. I don’t think she sees what’s ahead. How hard it will be. How much it could cost her.""It’s not that we don’t like him. It’s just… this isn’t a love built in peace. It’s built in fire. And she doesn’t deserve to burn.”

The words landed like punches in his gut.

He didn’t move. Not at first. He felt suspended — held in place by disbelief, and a quiet ache that began curling in his chest. Not anger. Not even defensiveness. Just… pain. A sharp, sudden sadness that hollowed him out like a winter wind.

He backed away from the doorway like it was something burning. Then quietly slipped out the back door onto the porch.

The sky had turned deep gray, heavy with the promise of rain. He sat down on the wooden steps, the old ones creaking softly beneath him, elbows on his knees, fingers trembling slightly.

He’d always feared this part. Not you — not your love. But the idea that he’d never be enough for the world you came from. You found him there a few minutes later. You could tell something was wrong by the way he was sitting: too still, too quiet, his usually expressive face unreadable.

“Jisung?” you asked softly, easing down beside him. He glanced at you and gave a smile so faint it almost hurt to see. “I didn’t mean to listen,” he said. “But I did.”

You didn’t have to ask. You knew. “They’re just scared,” you said carefully. “They don’t know you like I do.”

“I know,” he whispered. His voice cracked a little. “But that doesn’t make it hurt less.” He paused, pulling at a loose thread on his sweater.

“They think this is going to destroy you,” he added. “That being with me… means you’ll end up heartbroken. Or worse, forgotten.”

You reached for his hand, but he kept staring forward.

“I’ve always known I came with baggage,” he said. “The late nights. The tours. The fans who love me without even knowing me. The ones who hate you without even seeing you.” His throat tightened. “I’ve tried to tell myself I deserve this. That I deserve you. But maybe… maybe they’re right. Maybe I love you too much to let you be hurt by all this.”

You turned toward him, tears springing into your eyes. “Don’t say that.”

“But I feel it,” he whispered. “Every time someone online says your name like it’s a sin. Every time I have to cancel plans. Every time you smile and tell me it’s okay, but I see how tired you look.” He looked down, blinking hard.

“I’m so scared, babe. That loving me is going to cost you more than it gives.”

You placed your hand over his chest, right where his heart thudded too fast. “You loving me,” you said gently, “has only ever made me feel seen. Safe. Wanted. There is nothing in this world I want more than to face all of that — the noise, the distance, the chaos — with you.”

He broke then. A single tear slipped down his cheek, and he finally turned toward you, burying his face in your shoulder. “I just wish they could see me the way you do,” he murmured.

“They will,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. “Eventually. But until then… we show them. Not by proving anything. Just by being us.”

Felix (필릭스)

It was the kind of evening you thought would be simple — one meant for comfort, warmth, and gentle blending. The house you grew up in smelled of home: wood polish, your dad’s aftershave, and whatever your mom had cooked that left the walls holding onto spice and warmth. Felix had been quiet all day — not in a bad way, just observant, carefully watching every nuance in your parents’ expressions, every shift in tone, like he was memorizing how to be perfect in their eyes.

He wanted them to love him. Not for his name, or for who he was to the world, but for who he was to you.

Dinner had gone smoothly enough. Smiles, stories, a few awkward laughs that Felix soothed with gentle charm. Afterward, you disappeared upstairs to grab something — a photo album you wanted to show him. Something small. Sentimental.

That’s when it happened.

Felix was in the hallway, tracing his fingers along the framed pictures of you as a child, when he paused just outside the den. The door wasn’t fully closed. Voices leaked through — soft, but serious. Familiar. Your parents. He would have walked away. He really would have. But then he heard your name.

“She says they’re talking about marriage.”“So soon. Too soon. It’s love, yes… but is it stable?”“He seems sweet. Caring. But his life is so far from hers. It’s not normal. It’s not quiet. There will be cameras. Fans. Rumors. Hate.”“She’s our daughter. We know her. She needs a world that feels safe. Grounded. Not one that spins constantly. Not one where she has to share him with millions.”“Maybe it’s time to be honest with her. Before she goes too far. Before her heart ends up somewhere it can’t come back from.”

The words didn’t come with malice. They were soft. Protective. But they still landed with the weight of a thousand doubts. Felix felt the wind knocked out of him.

He stepped back, gently, as if walking too hard might crack the moment in two. His hands trembled as he gripped the edge of the hallway wall, grounding himself in its rough paint texture. His chest ached. Not with anger. But with something heavier — grief for something still intact.

He stepped outside, through the back door, onto the small patio overlooking your mother’s garden. The sky had turned deep blue, the first stars barely beginning to flicker through. The air smelled like damp grass and lavender.

He sat on the steps, elbows on his knees, staring at the horizon like it could answer the question he hadn’t even formed yet. You found him like that — silent, still, lit only by the porch light and the moon above. “Lix?” you asked gently. “Everything okay?”

He turned to you, slowly, and you saw it instantly. The hurt in his eyes. The kind that he didn’t know how to hide, even if he tried. He looked down. Then, barely above a whisper, “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” Your breath caught.

He continued, voice trembling slightly, “They… they don’t want this, do they? Us.”

You sat down beside him, heart hammering. “They’re scared,” you said. “Not because of you. Because they love me. And they don’t understand the kind of life we live.”

Felix let out a soft laugh — but it wasn’t amused. More like something caught in his throat. “I’m used to people not understanding me. My career. My world. But hearing it from them? From your family?”

He shook his head, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. “I didn’t think it would hurt this much.”

You reached over, gently tugging his hands away. “It’s not about who you are. It’s about what they don’t know. They’ve never seen the nights you stay up just to make sure I’m okay. Or how you write me letters when you’re away. Or the way you love — quietly, deeply, like it’s the only thing that matters.”

He looked at you, eyes shining now, reflecting porch light and tears he hadn’t let fall.

“I don’t want to be the reason they lose you,” he said. “I couldn’t live with that.”

“You’re not,” you said, voice firm now. “They’re not asking me to choose. Not really. They’re just… afraid of things they don’t see. And I’m going to show them. We are.”

You took his hand and placed it against your chest, where your heartbeat was fast and steady.

“You feel that? That’s what you do to me. Not fear. Not chaos. You ground me.” He didn’t speak, just leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours.

Seungmin (승민)

It was a cool, late spring evening, and the sun was just beginning to dip behind the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across your small apartment. You and Seungmin were in the kitchen, cooking dinner together. The scent of roasted garlic and fresh basil filled the air as you laughed over a shared inside joke about how Seungmin’s chopping skills were so meticulous they could rival a professional chef’s.

Seungmin, dressed in a simple black T-shirt and soft gray sweatpants, looked effortlessly handsome, his warm smile lighting up the kitchen even more than the overhead lights. His hand reached for yours every few moments, brushing against your fingers in a silent promise of affection.

The two of you were in that sweet, comfortable phase of a relationship where every glance felt reassuring, every touch felt electric. You’d been together for a while, and both of you had begun talking seriously about the future—moving in, getting engaged, maybe even starting a family one day.

As you stirred the sauce on the stove, Seungmin wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “You’re so pretty when you cook,” he murmured, and your heart fluttered in your chest. But before you could respond, you heard the faint sound of your parents’ voices drifting in from the living room.

You paused, spoon in midair, and frowned slightly. “What are they talking about?” you whispered.

Seungmin, sensing your sudden tension, loosened his hold a little but didn’t let go. He tilted his head to listen, and together you strained to make out their words.

“We’re just worried,” your father said, his tone laced with concern. “Seungmin’s life is so public, always in the spotlight. It’s not normal, and we’re scared for them.”

Your mother’s voice joined in, soft but trembling. “They’ll get hurt. Fans, the media… it’s too much. They need someone who can give them a quiet life, not this constant attention.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Seungmin’s arms tightened slightly around you as if he felt your heart break in real time. His lips parted, but he stayed silent, processing the words as carefully as he did everything else in life.

You turned to face him, searching his eyes. Seungmin’s dark eyes, usually so warm and lively, had gone still, as if he was absorbing every syllable of doubt and fear your parents voiced. His brows furrowed, and for a long moment, he didn’t speak.

Then, with a deep breath, he pressed his forehead to yours. “Hey,” he whispered, his voice almost impossibly gentle. “Look at me. I’m right here, okay?”

You nodded, tears brimming in your eyes. “I didn’t know they felt like this…”

He took your hands in his, thumbs brushing over your knuckles as if trying to erase the sting of their words. “I did,” he admitted softly. “I’ve… I’ve always known it could be hard for them. For you. But I hoped—no, I believed—that love would be enough to make them see how real this is.”

His shoulders slumped a little, a rare crack in the usual confidence he carried so easily. “I’m sorry they’re scared. I wish I could promise them that everything will be perfect, that I can protect you from everything. But I can’t promise perfection.”

He paused, taking a shaky breath, and you could see the weight of it all in his eyes—his career, the scrutiny, the endless push and pull of idol life. But there was something else there, too, something unwavering.

“I can promise you this, though,” he continued, his voice growing firmer. “I love you. I’m not going to let anyone—no matter how much they care about you—tell us that what we have isn’t worth fighting for.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, and Seungmin reached up to wipe it away with his thumb. “You’re my home,” he whispered. “No matter what they say, that doesn’t change.”

You reached up to cup his face, your hands trembling. “And you’re mine,” you said, your voice thick with emotion. “I want this, Seungmin. I want you.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply as if to steady himself. When he opened them again, there was a quiet fire in them. “Then we’ll show them. We’ll show them that this love isn’t fragile. It’s real, and it’s ours.”

The two of you stood there in the warm kitchen, the sauce simmering forgotten on the stove, holding each other close. The murmur of your parents’ conversation faded into the background as you and Seungmin pressed your foreheads together, sharing a moment of silent resolve.

You knew the road ahead wouldn’t be easy. Your parents’ fears weren’t unfounded—Seungmin’s world was bright, loud, and often overwhelming. But standing there in his arms, you felt something stronger than fear. You felt hope.

I.N (아이엔)

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon, and the golden rays of late spring sun filtered through the gauzy curtains of your living room. You and Jeongin were lounging on the couch, your legs tangled under a soft knit blanket. His head was in your lap, his dark brown hair fanned out like a halo, and you were absently running your fingers through it, feeling the silky strands slip through your fingers. Jeongin had always had a calming presence—a gentle warmth that felt like home. You’d been together for a couple of years now, and your relationship was moving towards something permanent, something beautifully real. Talks of marriage had started to pepper your late-night conversations—shared dreams of a cozy home, laughter-filled mornings, and a life built on the love you’d cultivated so carefully. But that afternoon, as the comforting murmur of a soft indie playlist played in the background, you heard voices drifting in from the kitchen—your parents. You hadn’t realized they’d come back early from their walk. You tensed instinctively, and Jeongin, ever so attuned to your moods, tilted his head back to glance up at you. “What’s wrong?” he asked softly, his dark eyes full of gentle curiosity.

You didn’t answer right away, your ears straining to catch the words that were slowly unraveling your heart. “—I know they love each other,” your mother’s voice floated through the doorway. “But his world… it’s too much. The constant traveling, the fans, the pressure. It’s not the kind of life I imagined for them.” Your father’s voice joined in, laced with a deep, protective concern. “We just want them to have a peaceful, simple life. Not one where they’re always in the shadows of the spotlight, where their every move could be twisted into gossip.” You felt the blood drain from your face, your hand stilling in Jeongin’s hair. He sat up slowly, his expression shifting from confusion to concern. His hand came to rest on your thigh, grounding you. “They’re talking about us,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. Jeongin’s eyes darkened with understanding, and he reached up to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch as tender as always. “What are they saying?” he asked, his voice quiet, careful. You swallowed, blinking back the sting of tears. “They’re… they’re scared for me. They think we should break up because they think your life is too overwhelming, too dangerous for me.” For a moment, silence settled between you like a heavy fog. Jeongin’s fingers tightened just slightly on your thigh, his jaw working as he processed the words. Then he took a slow, deep breath, exhaling through his nose. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, his voice threaded with a sorrowful gravity. “I never wanted them to feel that way. Or for you to have to choose between me and your family’s peace of mind.” He paused, his brows furrowed in thought, then looked back at you with a depth in his gaze that took your breath away. “I know my world is… different. Loud, unpredictable. And I know it’s not what they dreamed of for you. But I also know that I love you. More than I’ve ever loved anything in my life.” He took your hands in his, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles as if he could soothe the ache in your chest with those gentle caresses. “You’re the best part of my world,” he continued, his voice growing steadier. “You make it brighter, calmer—like I can breathe even when everything else is spinning around me.” Your throat tightened, a tear slipping free down your cheek. Jeongin reached up to wipe it away with the pad of his thumb, his touch feather-light. “I want to be the person who makes you feel safe and loved, not someone who adds to your worries.”

[sspersonally]

You know that feeling when you're feel like you're starting to fall out of love for that group you were crazy about?

Actually, it's not falling out of love, I think it's more of getting out of that rut, that crazy curiosity and getting into a more mature headspace. When you understand that they aren't just celebrities, they're people. When you don't feel comfortable in the fandom anymore.

It happened other times... You start to look after them from afar. You care about them but, maybe, you're just in a different stage of your life.

This is me right now. It feels great though, not gonna lie. I don't like when apreciating someone becomes an obsession. I like this calm love too, the quiet admiration. It's better for me.

[sspersonally]

"I was born with tunnel vision/ Doctor said "congrats it's a loser"/ Clinically whipwd/ Certified lover boy"

OKOK HEAR ME OUT, #10 WITH CHAN BUT HES A FUCKING LIAR. reader is asking him if he thinks another girl is attractive (not in a toxic way. reader genuinely thinks this girl is drop dead gorgeous) and chan is just lying and overcompensating “her? who’s she? the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen?? a woman? huh! i’ve never even thought of women.” type beat 😭😭

fake texts | tunnel vision down-bad

pairing: chan x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: reader is queercoded lol

SS count: 3

masterlist: A-Side (texts) | B-Side (written)

AN: realized i got this during the 500 event... anyways i did something inspired by the event quote. apologies for the wait

taglist: @diekleinesuesse @tillaboo @felixsonlyrealwife @geni-627 @skz8riley @lezleeferguson-120 @pixie-felix @headfirstfortoro @alnex05 @baby-stay92 @encoredesires @androgynouscrownorbit @channiesluvrclub @my-neurodivergent-world @chims-dimple @bookswillfindyouaway @stellasays45 @angel-writes-skz-here @m-325 @0sunshinecryptid0 @beal-o @hug4helios @oksullen @rileylovescats

[sspersonally]

promise🫵🏾

[sspersonally]

just 😭

You get your period | Lee Know

ᑉ³pairing; Lee Know x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Sickfic, Comfort, Fluff,

ᑉ³warnings; Reader has their period, Mentions of blood, mentions of Fainting, cursing

ᑉ³Authors Note; Based on these requests. thank you for trusting me :)

Part of the You get your period collection Other members parts: 𐙚Bangchan 𐙚Lee Know 𐙚 Hyunjin

It started with a cramp. A deep, twisting ache that spread from your lower stomach to your back. Annoying, but manageable. You’d been dealing with this for years. You could handle it.

Then came the dizziness.

You had barely made it to the bathroom when the floor tilted beneath you. Your vision blurred, the edges darkening like ink bleeding through paper. You blinked hard, trying to steady yourself, gripping the counter for support.

You just needed a second.

A cold sweat broke out across your skin, and the nausea hit next.

A deep, rolling wave that made your stomach twist violently.

You exhaled shakily, forehead pressing against your arm as you sat down, hoping the feeling would pass.

It didn’t.

Your ears were ringing now, the sound distant and muffled. Everything felt too far away, like you weren’t fully inside your own body.

You forced yourself to take a deep breath, but even that felt wrong—

too shallow, too quick.

You just needed to stand up. Get to bed. If you could just make it back—

....The second you tried to move, your legs wobbled, and your hand slipped from the counter. You lurched forward, shoulder slamming into the doorframe as your knees buckled beneath you.

A strangled gasp left your lips as you caught yourself against the wall, barely keeping yourself upright. Your body felt heavy, uncooperative, like you were moving through water.

No, no, no.

You gritted your teeth, fingers scrambling for the handle. You could do this. You had to—

Another step. Another wave of dizziness. The room spun violently, and you collapsed to the floor with a dull thud.

The pain barely registered. Everything was fading....your vision, your strength, your ability to do anything other than exist in this hazy, suffocating fog.

You weren’t sure how long you lay there, curled in on yourself, trying to breathe through the unbearable weight pressing down on you. Minutes? Seconds?

Then....footsteps.

“Y/N?”

Minho’s voice was muffled at first, like he was calling you from the end of a long tunnel.

Then, clearer.

Closer.

Another step. Then a sharp inhale.

“Shit—”

Warm hands were on you in an instant, lifting you, steadying you, cradling you against something solid and warm.

“Hey, hey—what happened?” His voice was urgent, but not panicked. Just steady. Just...

Him.

You tried to answer, but all that came out was a shaky breath.

His arms tightened around you. “I’ve got you,” he murmured, and then, effortlessly, he was picking you up, holding you close as he carried you away from the cold bathroom floor.

Minho carried you with ease, his grip firm but gentle, like he was afraid you’d slip away if he wasn’t careful. Your head lolled weakly against his chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.

“Damn it, Y/N,” he muttered under his breath, voice tight with worry. “Why didn’t you call me?”

You wanted to answer....to tell him you thought you could handle it, that you didn’t want to bother him...but the words tangled in your throat.

All you could do was curl closer to him, seeking out his warmth as another wave of dizziness hit you.

Minho noticed. Of course he did.

His arms tightened just slightly, like he was shielding you from the world itself. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

The cool sheets met your skin as he gently laid you down, hands lingering to tuck the blanket around you. The warmth should have been comforting, but your body still felt off-kilter, like you were floating too far from yourself.

Minho disappeared for only a second before returning, pressing a water bottle into your trembling hands. “Drink,” he ordered, his voice softer now.

You took a slow sip, the cold liquid shocking against your dry throat. It helped, but your body was still unbearably heavy, exhaustion pulling at your limbs.

Minho must have seen it on your face because he sighed, shifting until he was sitting on the edge of the bed beside you. “You’re really out of it, huh?”

You hummed weakly, eyelids fluttering.

A moment of silence. Then, you felt the mattress dip beside you.

Without a word, Minho slid under the blanket, his arms finding their way around you once more. He pulled you against him, his chin resting atop your head as he traced slow, absentminded patterns against your back.

“This bad, huh?” he murmured, more to himself than to you.

You barely managed a nod.

“When was the last time you ate?” His voice was quieter now, but no less intense.

You blinked sluggishly, trying to force your brain to keep up. “I don’t know…”

Minho exhaled sharply through his nose, running a hand through his hair. He looked away for a second, shaking his head, then turned back to you, his gaze filled with something unreadable.

“And water? Have you had any water?”

You swallowed, throat dry. That was answer enough.

Minho’s lips parted, and for a moment, he just stared at you

frustration and concern in his expression. Then, without another word, he reached over you.

You barely had time to process before he has water bottle in one hand and a small snack in the other. Without hesitation, he unscrewed the cap and pressed the bottle into your hands.

“Drink,” he said, voice tight. “You can’t keep doing this.” His voice was low, frustration laced with something softer—something that sounded like worry. “You already get dizzy from blood, and you haven’t eaten or had anything to drink all day? Of course you nearly passed out.”

Your fingers curled weakly around the bottle, shame creeping in. “I wasn’t trying to—”

“I know,” Minho cut in, rubbing his temples. He sighed, the anger bleeding out of him just enough to reveal the raw concern underneath. “But you scared the hell out of me.”

The weight of his words settled in your chest.

Minho didn’t get like this often...frustrated, upset. He teased, he nagged, he had a sharp tongue when he wanted to, but this…

this was different.

This was him afraid.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured.

Minho exhaled, the fight leaving his body. “Just eat something,” he muttered, sitting down beside you and handing you the snack. When you hesitated, he softened, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Please.”

You took a small bite, and Minho’s shoulders relaxed just slightly.

“Good,” he murmured.

Then, without another word, he slid under the blanket beside you, his arms looping around your waist and pulling you against him. His lips pressed against the top of your head for just a moment before he sighed.

“You’re not allowed to do that again,” he muttered into your hair.

You let your eyes flutter shut, leaning into his warmth. “Okay.”

Minho hummed, fingers tracing slow circles against your back.

“Damn right, okay.”

But your voice was so faint, barely there. And that terrified him all over again.

Minho tightened his hold around you, arms wrapping like he could shield you from the world, from your own body betraying you. He was quiet for a moment, and then you felt him exhale—shaky and uneven, like it cost him something.

“You scared me,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “I thought—”

He stopped.

You stirred weakly, head nuzzling against his chest. “Minho…”

His hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading gently through your hair. “Don’t,” he said. “Just—don’t talk. It’s okay. I’ve got you now.”

You could feel the tremble in his chest, the way his breath caught, the way he held you like something fragile—something that could disappear if he looked away.

“You didn’t answer your phone. I kept calling and calling and nothing. Then I found you on the floor—” his voice cracked, and he cut himself off again, jaw clenching hard.

You tried to lift a hand to comfort him, but your limbs were still heavy, useless.

“You’ve passed out before,” he went on, more to himself than to you, “but not like that. Not like you were fading in front of me. I didn’t know if—” He swallowed. “You weren’t moving.”

Your eyes fluttered open, just enough to see the pain etched into his features. It wasn’t anger, not really. It was fear. Pure, unfiltered fear.

“I’m okay now,” you whispered.

“You’re not,” he said immediately, eyes flicking to yours. “You’re not okay. You’re exhausted, and dizzy, and you haven’t eaten, and you won’t be okay until I say you are.”

You blinked slowly. “…Okay.”

Minho exhaled again and pressed his forehead against yours. “I can’t lose you,” he murmured. “Not like that. Not to something so… stupid. Something preventable. You should’ve told me. You should’ve let me take care of you before it got that bad.”

You wanted to apologize again, to explain that you thought it wasn’t serious, that you just wanted to rest, that you didn’t expect it to hit that hard. But all that came out was a soft sound—half sigh, half breath.

Minho leaned back just enough to look at you, brushing your hair gently off your damp forehead. “Don’t ever do that again,” he said. “Please.”

You nodded weakly.

His eyes stayed locked on yours for a moment, making sure you meant it, before he pressed another kiss to your temple.

“Sleep,” he whispered. “We’ll deal with the rest tomorrow.”

And this time, he didn’t let go of you—not even a little. He stayed tucked in beside you, one arm wrapped securely around your waist, the other cradling your head against his chest like it was the only way he could keep you safe.

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