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Hii Granite, I just read Loser boy 2MIN & I’m in dire need of MxM😭 I love our popular ships but I love our unpopular ships so much more. Like Hyunjin x I.N, Felix x Minho for examples. Any stay could yu possibly write something like jealous/possessive!Jeongin x flirty!Hyunjin, where Hyunjin try’s to prove to the rest of the members Jeongin is more possessive than he lets on? Maybe at a party/club or in a college classroom? Make it smutty please? But only if you feel comfortable writing it. Thank yu!😁❤️❤️

Note: I got you boo <3 I love underrated ships, and I want to write them but I never know if it's what others like TwT feel free to request more!

Warnings: Possessive Jeongin, flirt Hyunjin, cuteness aggression, jealousy, teasing, kisses, eventual smut

After finishing their tour, they finally make it back to Korea in one piece, deciding to go out and eat as a group.

They sat in a circle, all 8 of them on pillows, a small table holding finger foods in front of them.

"Wasn't that amazing? Seeing them all up close? It's been so long," Felix grinned, earning nods.

"I swear that one girl was there at almost every show! And don't get me started on Hannah!" Chan laughed, drinking his sake.

As they talked, Hyunjin noticed how tired Jeongin looked, and rubbed his shoulder with his clean hand. Jeongin sighed, his eyes closing at his friends touches.

"Someone's enjoying themselves," Han smirked, earning a glare from Jeongin.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jeongin groaned, stretching his neck, making Hyunjin gulp beside him.

"It's means, your mans touching you!" Han cackled, making Jeongin through a chop stick at him. Han gasped.

"What? I'm not wrong!" He giggled through filled cheeks.

Jeongin rolled his eyes, making Hyunjin smirk, resting his hand on his shoulder, only to be shoved away, making him laugh.

"He's not my man, Han," He growled, and everyone around the table laughs.

"Yeah, sure bud," Changbin muttered, elbowing Lee Know who was smiling.

Jeongins brows lowered into a frown.

"He's. Not. Mine."

Everyone around in the circle, including Hyunjin smirked.

"Oh yeah? Alright then. Hyunjin and Felix? Switch places," Seungmin demanded softly, wanting to prove a point.

The two smiled, switching quickly, making Jeongin raise a brow.

Hyunjin was now sitting next to Hyunjin, and he came up with an idea.

"So...he's not yours?" Seungmin grinned, resting a hand on Hyunjins thigh, making him blush.

Jeongin scoffed, but felt jealousy building.

"No!"

Seungmin grinned, reaching for his cup of sake, bringing it to Hyunjins lips. Hyunjin took the hint, sipping from it, and watched as Jeongin frowned.

"So you wouldn't mind if I..." Seungmin trailed off, bring his other hand around his neck, pushing his cheek to turn towards him. He glanced at Jeongin.

He was full on scowling.

On Hyunjins other side, Lee Know was there, and decided to join in to make it worse.

He brought one hand to grip his thigh, squeezing it as the other circled his waist, making Hyunjin gasp in surprise.

That was what made Jeongin snap.

"What the hell are you doing guys? Stop making him uncomfortable!" He growled, his hands in fists on his legs.

"Not the answer we were looking for, but good enough," Seungmin laughed, he and Lee Know detangling from a blushing Hyunjin.

The rest were laughing as Hyunjin stood, scratching his neck.

"That was a bit much, wasn't it?" He said, but laughing along with them.

Jeongin huffed and stood, grabbing Hyunjins hand before he sat back down, pulling him towards the exit.

"I knew it!" Han yelled as the others cackled louder.

Jeongin lead Hyunjin to the groups car, sitting in the back, and watched as Hyunjin followed.

"You okay? Your really red," Hyunjin huffed out a laugh as he closed the door.

"I could say the same to you," Jeongin snapped, making Hyunjin frown.

"Jeongin? What's wrong?" Hyunjin was now really confused, not used to seeing his maknae so upset.

Jeongin scoffed.

"You knew what you were doing."

Hyunjin stared at him, unsure of how to respond. He didn't understand what he meant.

"What?"

Jeongin rolled his eyes, leaning into Hyunjins space.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

By now, Jeongin was leaning over a sitting Hyunjin, almost on his lap as he snapped at him, making Hyunjin trying to make himself smaller.

"Jeongin? Spit it out!" Hyunjin was starting to feel uneasy.

"God dammit, Hyunjin! Do I have to spell it out for you?" Jeongin yells, straddling his hips. "I'm jealous!"

Hyunjin froze, his hands stuck at his sides as he takes in Jeongins weight now settled on his lap. He blinks.

"Jealous?" He says, unsure how to feel about the word settling in his mind.

"Why jealous? The guys were just-" He was cut off by a rough kiss from the younger boy, and he gasped, taking a minute to kiss back.

"I know what they were doing. I just didn't like it," Jeongin muttered into his lips, framing his neck with his arms.

Hyunjin groaned into his mouth, licking against his lips, his tongue colliding with Jeongins as they became a hot panting mess, the windows steaming in the car.

They kissed for what felt like hours, but really only five minutes, before pulling away, gasping as they stared at the saliva connecting their mouths.

"Holy hell," Hyunjin panted, gripping his hips hard enough to bruise. "Where'd you learn to kiss like that?"

Jeongin smiled shyly.

"I didn't."

Hyunjin nearly imploded.

"Wait, what? I was...?"

Jeongin smirked.

"My first kiss? Yep."

Hyunjin blinked, his grip loosening before he hugged Jeongin tightly, kissing his neck.

"Thank you," He huffed, nuzzling into his neck.

"Why are you thanking me? That's weird," Jeongin says, pulling away from the hug. He moves to sit on the leather cushion again.

"So does this mean I'm yours, and your mine?" Hyunjin asked with a bright smile, making Jeongins heart melt.

"You mean dating? Yeah," Jeongin scoffed playfully. "But don't expect me not to be jealous."

Hyunjin smiled.

"Wouldn't dream of it," He smirked, grabbing his hand. Jeongin frowned.

"That's not a challenge to make me jealous, Hyunjin,"

"Sounded like it!" Hyunjin smiled, laying his head on his shoulder.

The last thing Jeongin let out before the rest of the group got in the car was a sigh.

Part 2 w/smut?

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No

Yes?

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Be careful, Guys

ATTENTION

stays who are going to the Orlando concert, be careful, no kings day will be on the same day and the protest are not that far from the venue, please bring anything to prove your citizenship since many people have seen ICE outside of these Venues, please be safe in June 14 and protest if you can for us immigrants rights(love and support from a proud Mexican🇲🇽)

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HEY MY POOKIEEEE! So. I was thinking maybe you could write a fic about Seungmin and a best friends to lovers kind of trope? Like just imagine how he would obsess over your last minute late night sleepovers & movie nights and you using his shirt as your oversized sleep shirt? If you don't like it it's totally fine! TYYY

Note: Uhm...yes! I freaking love this idea. I got you pookie <3 hope you enjoy

Warnings: Fluff, friends to lovers, shy and sly Seungmin, oblivious reader, gn reader

You and Seungmin sat with the rest of the members in the companies cafe. Private booths were authorized to the groups, which kept unwanted cameras away from you when you sat with them.

You had been friends with all of them since their debut, but you've known Bangchan and Felix the longest, since your also Australian.

You were currently in college, but spent all of your free time with them.

At the large table, you sat in between Chan and Hyunjin. You were all eating, and talking.

Seungmin and Jeongin sat across from you.

"So, next comeback. What's the theme, Chan?" Jisung asked, his cheeks filled, puffing out adorably.

"We aren't even finished with our previous comeback," Chan laughs.

"Never stopped us before." Lee Know comments with a sly smirk.

During the conversation, you noticed Seungmin staring at you rather than participating, making you blush.

You even saw Jeongin nudge him with his arm.

"Seungmin? What do you think?" Jeongin asked in broken English, breaking the spell he out himself under.

"What?" His oblivious response made everyone laugh.

"Lovesick puppy," "Was he not listening?" "So cute!" All were comments that filled the table.

After everyone finished eating, they left to the studio, leaving you to rush to your next lesson.

After class, you went back to your apartment, and unlocked your phone to see three messages from Chan.

>Channie🖤

-Tonight is a sleepover at Seungmins place. Here's the address -------

-Also, I took a little video for you 😉

- (video file)

You opened the video, unsure of what it could be. Your heart races once it loaded.

It's a video of Seungmin in a baggy sweater, large headphones framing his head as he belted beautiful vocals into the recording mic.

Bangchans hand shook as he took the video, the visual quality not all there. But there was no mistaking the audio quality was brilliant.

You kept replaying the two minute and forty two second video, excited for this song when it came out.

You put on a baggy shirt and a cute pair of sleep shorts, getting ready for the sleepover at Seungmins.

You and Chan met in the front. He waited for you to make sure you made it okay.

"You made it!" He said, patting your back as you both walked up the stairs.

"Wouldn't miss it, Chan," You smile.

He smirks. "I wonder why," he said, which earned him a playful punch to the shoulder, making him wince.

When you both walked in, everyone was inside. Felix, Hyunjin, and Jeongin were on the floor. Changbin, han, and Lee know were on the couch. Seungmin was nowhere to be found.

You took a seat on the floor next to Felix as Chan went to find the puppy boy.

"Excited for the movie?" Felix asked with a smile, laying on his stomach, kicking his small feet.

"Sure. What are we watching though?"

That was when Han yelled as Lee Know tickled him, making you jump.

"There's your hint," Felix laughed. I looked at him, confused. "A horror movie," He smiled sadly.

"Oh no," You cringed. Not only could Han, Changbin and Felix not handle horror, but you and Chan were absolute babies.

Seungmin and Chan returned with snacks, sitting them down where everyone could reach. Seungmin sat on the other side of you, leaning back against the couch. Chan took a seat next to Jeongin, covering himself with a blanket.

Seungmin turned to you, but spoke to everyone.

"Ready?"

He received a couple of affirmation responses, to which he started the movie.

You kept your gaze glued to the tv, not finding it so bad at the start. It didn't seem to be too horrific, but that quickly changed as the slasher came through.

You jumped, startled.

Seungmin shifted closer to you, seeing your distress.

"You okay?" He whispered, leaning down close to your ear.

Despite your fear, your face flushes.

"I'm...I'm good," You cringe, watching a rather gory scene.

He nodded, looking back to the tv.

Somewhere near the middle of the movie, you grabbed your soda to take a sip.

You were bringing it to your lips before a jumpscare made you jump, spilling your drink all over your white sleep shirt. You groaned, and everyone turned to you.

You flushed, embarrassed.

"Don't worry, alright. I have something you can wear," Seungmin said quickly, taking the cup as he stood and walked to him room.

"That scared you?" Lee know laughed, and was elbowed quickly by Changbin.

Everyone looked at you with knowing eyes. They were idols. They knew what it was like.

The movie was paused, and when Seungmin came back, he was holding one of his large hoodies.

"This ones clean. I'll show you where you can change," He said, grabbing your hand and helping you up.

You thanked him, ignoring the knowing looks from the members.

He walked you past the guest restroom, and into his room.

"More privacy," He said shyly, closing the door.

You were left alone in his room, and you were quick to change. Not wanting to keep the guys waiting.

When you opened the door, Seungmin was right in front of you, his own face flushed as he took in the sight in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Seungmin. I didn't-" You paused, unsure for what you were apologizing for. He quickly spoke up.

"Maybe we should call it a night. That movie is a bit much to a few of the others," He said softly, scratching his neck.

"If you want to," You replied with a small smile.

You both walked out, and Seungmin said they should call it a night.

Lee Know let out a groan.

"Can we take the CD home to finish it?" He asked, pointing to him and Jeongin, who shared an appointment.

"I don't care," Seungmin sighed, shrugging.

When you saw the rest of the guys leaving, you stood there, confused. Chan said it was a sleepover.

Right as you had the thought, Chan looked at you and grinned.

"Chan? What did you do?" You whispered to him through clenched teeth.

"Hey Seungmin?" He asked across the living room, looking over you purposefully. When Seungmin looked at him, he took his chance. "Can y/n stay tonight? She's still kinda spooked, and I don't have room in my car for her,"

Seungmin flushed before glancing at you, nodding.

"No problem,"

You glared at Chan. "I have a car, Chan!" You whispered, making him smile.

"I know," He laughed, kissing your forehead. "Behave." Was the last thing he said before leaving with the rest of the guys.

You stood there, playing with the long sleeves of the borrowed hoodie before turning. You saw Seungmin fixing the couch, a frown on his face.

"Listen, Seungmin. I'm sorry about Chan. If you want me to go-" he cut you off, looking at you suddenly.

"What? No. I'm kinda excited to have you stay," he said genuinely with a small smile.

"Though, I am quite tired."

You nodded, shifting on your feet.

"Me too," You smile, yawning.

He just stands there for a moment, looking at your small frame engulfed by his large pastel purple hoodie. One of his favorites, though he'd never tell you. He smiled, glancing down as he felt his cheeks flush.

"Do you have a blanket? I'll sleep on the couch," You said, moving to sit on it.

He looked at you liked you kicked his cat.

"No your not. Your sleeping with me," He said before he could stop himself, his eyes, as well as yours, widening.

"I mean...cause we watched a scary movie. I don't want you to be scared," He corrected, clearing his throat.

"Sure..." You say shyly, standing.

"Okay," He breathed out, still unsure as to why that slipped out.

He sent you to get comfortable in his room while he cleaned, not accepting any help from his 'guest'.

You burrowed your way into his comforter, sighing as you found comfort in his natural scent locked into the fabric. You nearly fell asleep before you heard him enter. You looked over the mountain of blanket you created over yourself, blushing.

He stood in the doorway once he saw you, his knees nearly failing him. You looked so comfortable in his personal space, your face relaxed and satisfied. His heart beated faster as he imagined you there every night instead of just this night.

He quickly walked to the other side, laying beside you without a word. After he was comfortable, he said, "The doors and windows are locked."

He meant it as a calming comment, and you took it gratefully.

"Thank you Seungmin. For everything tonight," You sigh into the covers, scooting closer to him.

He froze, on his back as he felt your warmth get closer to him.

"No problem," he managed to say, his voice cracking at the end.

You opened your eyes to look at him on your side, smiling. You brought you hand to curl around his forearm, making him turn to you.

"Scared?" He asked, turning to face you fully.

You shook your head.

"No. Just...wanted to cuddle a little, I guess," You say shyly, smiling.

His breath hitches, but he pulls you closer, your face buried in his neck, his arm wrapped around you.

"Seungmin?" You whispered against him, making him hum. "Do you happen to...like anyone?"

He freezes for a moment before nodding, his Adams apple grazing your forehead.

"Yeah. You?"

"Yeah,"

As soon as you say it, something in him deflates, and another part of him clutches onto hope.

He rubs his thumb in circles over the exposed skin on your hip, gulping.

"Who is it?" He whispers, trying not to show his anxiety at your answer.

Rather than using words, you lean back a bit, making him look at you with raised brows. Your eyes flicker to his lips before you lean in, leaving a quick peck to the corner of his lips.

He froze as you kiss the corner of his lips, looking at you with wide eyes as you pulled away.

You both stared at each other before your lips met one another's. You weren't sure who moved in first, but the kiss was soft, but passionate. Intimate and slow.

When you both pulled away, you looked at each other lovingly.

"I'm glad it's me," He grinned as you both layed back down, you face in his neck once again.

"Me too," you sighed, yawning again.

"Sleep?" He asked with a giggle.

"Sleep." You laughed breathlessly, closing your eyes with a hum.

That night, you both slept the best you had in ages, and when you woke up, you found a million messages from the members, begging for details.

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Notes: I am SO sorry that it has been so long. I had three jobs for a few months, and now that I'm down to two, I have a little down time. I hope this satisfies TwT

Warnings: suggestive, smut(?), fluff, language, cutie Han, Felix and Seungmin mentioned

It had been a day or two since you've been back to your computer to see the boys, or at least the two you've met already.

You were curious about the others, and what Chan said to you about your needs, and how each guy contributes to your different needs.

Today, a sudden wave of arousal hit you like a freight train, and you figured it had something to do with your hormones. Though, you weren't sure.

You remembered how Chan spoke about Han being able to do it all, so after your shower, you rushed towel drying your hair, logging on as quick as your slow computer would let you.

You were once again met with a pixelated loading screen, selected the boy of your choice, and waited.

It was about thirty seconds later, quicker than the other two, for the pastel screen to appear. But the boy wasn't there at first.

Typical.

You sat patiently, noticing that the background color was now a light orange.

You heard shuffling, and saw little tufts of brown hair suddenly make an appearance at the bottom of your screen, and then a few giggles.

You leaned in closer, the water from your hair dripping down your exposed neck.

He jumped up suddenly, catching you off guard.

"Hi y/n! I heard so much about you from hyung! How was your day? How was work? I hear you work a lot," He basically yelled at you in his excitement, making you smile.

He paused, his face turning red at his exclamation.

"I'm sorry that was a lot, I'm normally so quiet," he brought his hand to the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"It's alright, Han. Yes I worked, and no, I don't work that much," you giggled, wondering why Chan would say such a thing.

He smiled. "It's nice to hear my name from someone other than the other guys," he laughed breathlessly, almost looking nostalgic. He turned his eyes back to you, his eyes flicking down to the water droplets trailing down your neck, biting his bottom lip.

"So... anything you want to talk about?" He asked, tilting his head cutely.

You blushed. "I don't know how to...bring it up, per say," You grin nervously, whipping off some water on your moist skin.

He laughed. "Do you...need something from me? Don't be shy," He grinned seductively, sending shivers through you. "No judgement."

You sigh, looking at your lap, messing with your sleep shorts. "It's just been a long day...and I'm kinda looking for...release?" You said shyly.

You heard some movement on his end, and looked up to see almost all of him. It almost looked like he was sitting on an invisible chair, his shadow caster against the colored background. His knees and up we're now in frame, and you could see his jeans, torso, and head.

He looked at you through the screen with a soft smile before opening his mouth.

"I can help you...just bring your cursor to me, okay?" He said softly.

You did as he asked, bringing the arrow cursor to him, and watched as he grabbed it, the arrow turning into a hand.

"What are you-" Before you could finish, he brought the digital hand to his clothed member, rubbing it against the growing tent in his pants.

"Your turn, y/n," He groaned, his breathing becoming shallow as he pressed harder against himself.

You nearly moan at the sight. As you watched him, you slowly brought your hands to your shorts, pushing them to the side.

You slowly played with your clit before dipping it into your wetness, slowly adding fingers as you pumped into yourself, moaning at the sight in front of you.

And he was doing no better.

Being able to see you like this through the camera did things to him, and he felt his high building quicker than he had hoped for.

"I'm close, y/n!" You heard him whine, which made your growing orgasm unravel unexpectedly, and you felt yourself clench around your fingers tightly.

"Me too," Your groaned.

You pumped twice more before cumming around your fingers, and heard a drawn out moan come from him, watching him release the hand, a wet patch visible on his jeans.

"Wow...I've never came so hard in my life," You laugh, breathless. You wipe your hands on your shorts tiredly, hearing him laugh with you.

"Glad I could be if service," He smiled, stepping closer to the camera, his wet patch no longer in frame.

"Thank you, Han," You smile, leaning on your hand, closer to the camera.

"Your welcome! I'm glad you chose me for this."

He looked pleased, and his eyes held so much affection, your heart nearly bursted at the sight.

You yawned, and Han caught the sign.

"Go lay down. I see your bed-" He said, pointing behind you. "I'll stay until you fall asleep." He said sweetly, making you swoon.

"Are you sure?" You asked, rubbing your eyes.

"Yeah, you work tomorrow, right? Gotta get some sleep. Want me to sing for you?" He asked, scratching his hair.

"You sing, too?" You asked with a laugh, standing to walk towards your bed despite the pull you feel to him. "Do you all sing?"

He laughed. "Yeah...being here in a digital case for our entire existence makes us pick up some hobbies," He grinned.

You cuddled into your bed, getting comfortable, and looked at your computer to find Han talking softly, facing the side of the computer.

"Are you...talk to someone, Han?" You asked with a tired smile.

He turned to you and nodded. "Felix. He was telling me what song he sang to you. Do you...want him to sing instead?" He asked, almost sounding insecure.

You sat up. "I want you, Han. That's why I picked you," You said with a soft smile.

He let out a breath, smiling. "The others can't wait to meet you,"

You blushed, laying back down with an embarrassed smile. "Me neither."

That was the last of the conversation before he started the soft lullaby, his voice lighter than Felix's, but equally perfect.

You found yourself falling asleep quicker than you meant to, leaving him to stare at you in awe.

Han, with the help of Seungmin, shut off the computer as you slept.

Tag list: @estella-novella @deadpool15 @matchacha65 @foreverdebbie @bookishcaptain @boi-bi-ahaha @chansbbgnumberone @whoreforeverythingspice @aalexyuuuhm

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Why is Tumblr labeling things that I haven't even posted as mature content? It's only a picture of a black and white bookshelf???

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(250406) Seungmin making faces at the camera

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Curious little thing, aren't you?

SKZ: Vocalracha

3RACHA - Danceracha

Summary: Their unique abilities and how they affect people around them.

Seungmin: Mind Melding

Seungmin was the type to be able to read others based on their expressions and body language, but one day it went too far.

Near a lake in Italy, the members were shooting another log, mapping out their day for STAY.

Seungmin peered into the dark mucky water, unable to see the bottom.

The weather wasn't the greatest, either. It was cloudy, and the air surrounding them moist.

He didn't realize he was hearing a memory, and just assumed it was someone speaking.

But then he heard screaming.

He jolted, turning quickly only to see Minho and Felix giggling, Hyunjin and Jeongin arguing, and Changbin, Chan, and Han huddled by the edge staring for fish.

Except Han was rigid. His face was calm, but his brows were in a frown, sweat appearing at his hairline. The others hadn't noticed yet.

No one was screaming though.

Yet he still heard it.

Then a voice he had never heard before.

"Han! Hold on!"

His...dad?

Seungmin had to blink. He had no idea what was playing in his head. He didn't see images, just the sound.

He heard water rushing in his left ear, and the whimpering of a young boy in his right. A tree branch somewhere snapped, and the boy yelped.

Was this Hans memory of when he still lived in Malaysia? When he had encountered the crocodiles?

Seungmin then realized that being so close to the murky water was triggering this memory, rushing to him from his spot on the grass.

He wrapped his hand around the olders middle, not trying to draw attention.

"It's okay. We aren't going in it," he whispered to Han, feeling him relax his shoulders.

Han smiled lightly, leaning his head against Seungmins shoulder.

Jeongin: Dreamwalking

Jeongin loved to sleep. It was no secret. So when he would be bothered before the time he needed to be up, he would get cranky.

He didn't dream often, but when he did, it was extremely vivid.

One day, Chan rose quite late, trying to explain his dream, and how it had inspired the new song they were working on.

Jeongin was curious, but he couldn't understand his Hyung. Chan couldn't recall what made him think about it.

Later that night, Jeongin struggled to sleep, wondering why he could never remember his dreams, and how that happened to the members a lot.

He blinked, and next thing he knew, it was pitch black. Then flashing colors surrounded him. It was almost as if he were at a rave, the lights seemed brighter each passing second.

He blinked once more, standing on a terrace, dressed in all white.

It was midnight where he was, the light blue hue engulfing him and his surroundings, making the terrace glow eerily.

"Jeongin?" He heard a familiar voice say.

He turned, and met eyes with Hyunjin.

His head tilted, brows furrowing.

What type of dream was this? And where the hell were they? He had never seen this place before.

"Where are we Hyunjin?" He questioned, only to be met with a questioning glance.

"My palace? This is my kingdom, Ayen," Hyunjin scoffed, as if he should have known.

Jeongin stared, his face riddled with shock.

Was this his dream? Or was it Hyunjins? If it wasn't his, then how did he trespass into the olders?

Wat would Bangchan say? What would any of them say?

As if on que, he blinked, only to be met with flashing lights for a few seconds, and arrived in what looked to be an empty, abandoned theater.

The only think illuminating the place was the giant hole in the roof, the morning sun casting a glare directly onto the stage.

Jeongin looked down at himself, and found he was dressed in worn down casual wear.

Whose was this? He looked to the stage, and saw a piano. Bangchan, maybe? As far as Jeongin knew, it was just he and Chan that could play the piano.

Almost like he heard his thoughts, Chan sluggishly walked up onto the stage, taking a seat at the instrument.

He began to play, and was met with the booing of a person that wasn't there before.

But Jeongin didn't get it. He was playing beautifully. He turned, and saw a mannequin, confused.

He saw how it was affecting Chan, anger rising within him.

He rushed to push the person, but was thrust back into the blinding lights. This happen for the rest of the night, until morning.

He awoke tired, remembering all that had happened that night.

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Curious little thing, aren't you?

SKZ: DanceRacha

Vocalracha - 3RACHA

Summary: Their unique abilities and how they affect people around them.

Lee Know: Phobokinesis

Lee Know was always stoic. He had a talent of instilling fear into others before he gained this ability, but once he did, he regretted it immediately.

He didn't realize he could do such a thing, but when Seungmin pushed him too far yet again, his threat rang true.

"Drown in a sea of spiders, pup,"

Those few words made Seungmin crumble within seconds.

Lee know didn't know why until his own fear caught up with him, dropping the illusion he created for Seungmin.

"What the fuck?"

Seungmin described it as a feeling of suffocating, his skin tingling, almost as if he had a giant centipede on him.

It was then that they all knew what Lee Know could do.

He didn't mean to do it, hell he didn't even know he could.

Since that moment, not only could he induce fear, but he could sense it.

Han was scared 95% of the time, making him stick to his side like glue.

Chan often had fear for all of the members, making Lee Know feel responsible for making him better.

Relieving him of his stress.

Hyunjin: Heart Seamstress

Hyunjin always looked like the romance icon. Even the members swoon for him.

But he didn't feel complete. He felt lost, especially with the hate that came with their new comeback.

He felt his best, yet was ridiculed left and right.

He tried again, only to be criticized and put down.

Why? He was trying his best? What was he doing wrong?

It eventually made him spiral, not wanting to eat or participate in practice. He dressed casually and refused to wear makeup.

STAY didn't know anything was happening since they were currently on break. He didn't even update his bubble, he felt so weak.

He slowly but surely felt his heart breaking, unable to breathe most days from the pain.

One day, Chan took him shopping, claiming he needed air to feel better.

He roamed as Chan gathered what he needed, finding himself in the art section like always.

He wasn't searching for anything, but felt a tug to the yarn and fabric section. A red string caught his eyes, and he reached for it quickly.

It felt light but looked heavy, and the thread wasn't too frilly, leaving each section smooth and soft to the touch.

He swayed it in his hands. Why did he feel the need to purchase it?

He scoffed at himself, pulling out his wallet.

Why not?

When he got home, he layed back down, clutching the yarn to his chest.

He unravelled the bundle, coming up with an idea. He knew it was stupid, but if it made him feel better then why not?

He wrapped it around himself, laying in a fetal position.

In his mind, the string would be able to bring his heart back together. Perhaps sew it back to it's full state.

He fell asleep to the thought, unaware that his body was literally reenacting his thought, sewing his heart back together piece by piece.

Felix: Starlight freckles

Felix was known for his freckles, whether it was the people that disliked them, or the people that adored them.

Felix was torn between the two, due to societies preference and the members opinions, but he always had a soft spot for the topic.

He had noticed his face itching for a while and chalked it up to changing his face wash, but eventually, it became unbearable.

He itched at his soft skin for minutes, minutes turning into hours.

He felt bumps on his skin, and as he pushed his nail against the frail flesh, he felt one burst.

He panicked, rushing to the mirror.

He was alone in his hotel room, so he wasn't entirely worried on someone seeing him.

When he reached the glass, his reflection held something he didn't expect.

This freckle that was once there was now a shimmering gold color.

A star.

Before he could think any further, he scratched more aggressively at his face, more gold specks shimmering through the torn skin, a red hue engulfing his head at the onslaught.

He eventually peeled the last bit of freckled skin, a constellation brewing.

He sighed, feeling nothing but satisfied with the itching now gone, but also to a new person he didn't realize his body was hiding.

The haters lied. This is who he is, not what they think.

[sweatyracoon]

Curious little thing, aren't you?

Skz: 3RACHA

Vocalracha - Danceracha

Summary: Their unique abilities and how they affect people around them.

Bang Chan: Pain Transfer

Chan would have a natural instinct to others emotions, especially his members. So when he finds that he can relieve them of their inner turmoil and doubts, even if it's temporary, he makes it his main mission.

All he needs is the slightest touch to see if someone was in pain, whether it be mental or physical. To take it from them though? He needs to be holding on longer.

On a daily basis without the members realizing, he checks in with them, brushing his fingers against his own or just plain out hugging them from behind.

He needs to know that they are at peace to be their best selves and idols.

He's constantly helping Han, due to his anxiety. And although it's released to him, he knows how to keep it under wraps.

Changbin: Light Absorption

We all know that Changbin gets embarrassed easily and turns red on a daily basis, right?

But what if he didn't turn red?

What if his skin cells absorbed the surrounding light, inflating like fire flies, making his skin glow so bright it would be difficult to look directly at him?

When he'd get embarrassed, he'd look away with his down turned smile and shine brighter than the sun.

It would happen more often than not, and because his cells would have the affinity to absorb light anyway, he would always shine slightly.

He would look even more breath taking on camera, his skin appearing whiter than it should be.

Han: Fruit eyes and Glowing Tattoos

Han is a natural enigma. He could be all over the place, and then nowhere at once. It was a skill.

When he got his tattoos, they were normal. Nothing out of the ordinary.

But one day, he woke up, and his vision stung, eyes watering with a citrussy scent lingering in the air.

He rushed to the sink, the blurred reflection stared back, except something was different.

Parts of his body were glowing orange.

More specifically, where his tattoos were.

He used water to flush his eyes, only to be met with orange yet again. Except... Oranges?

Why were there fruit in his eyes?

He touched them as he would for contacts, and the surface still felt like an eye should, but he wasn't wearing contacts.

What was going on?

He went to Chan, and he could feel the youngers distress. He reassured him that it was okay, that none of the members would be bothered or judge him.

From them on, he was orange quokka.

[sweatyracoon]

I'll do anything to collect them all

I think istays need to go to war actually bc

i’m scared to see what they’re charging other istay—if they’re even able to get it and this is on top of the nearly $40 shipping

[sweatyracoon]

Notes: Welcome to the second part! I’m sorry it took so long, I’ve been hella busy. But I hope you all enjoy this piece. I’d like to hear some feedback on what you’d all like for the other members when it comes their time!

Warnings: language, fluff, nicknames

You stretched your neck after closing your door behind you, exhausted from working twelve hours.

It was common that you worked overtime, especially since people have been quitting.

You hopped in the shower, washing the tiredness away. You put on your sweats and walked towards the kitchen to eat something.

You felt like something was missing. Forgetting something. It took you a while to figure it out before you saw your computer sitting on the desk in front of your bed.

The game!

Your eyes widened, all need for sleep vanishing in an instant.

You paced towards it quickly, booting it up while you got comfortable.

The same pixelated screen appeared, the clouds still annoying as ever.

Once you saw the name list, you stopped yourself. Should you speak to Bangchan again?

He did tell you to meet the others, by you were unsure.

Then you remembered that he said all eight of them have different coding. What did you need right now?

Comfort, you decided. It's been a long day.

You clicked.

Felix <

The computer went blank once again, making your breath hitch.

You waited patiently for Felix, tapping your fingers against your chair.

The screen changed, and it was then that you noticed the background was different.

Chan's was a light pink, but this one is a pale blue with white specs.

Then a hand popped up from the bottom of the screen.

"Hi! You're y/n, right? Chan told me about you!" Then he lifted his head and torso into the frame, and you nearly died from how cute he was.

The HD graphics helped you see every bit of him. His gorgeous eyes, his blonde hair and brown roots, his freckles.

You wished he were real.

"What?" You asked stupidly, your brain turning to static as you stared at him with a blank face.

"Are you not y/n?" His tone turned doubtful, his bottom lip jutting out in confusion.

"No I am, I just...you can talk to Chan even when the computers off?"

Now it was his turn to look at you without an expression.

"I guess? Never thought about it?"

You squint.

"Your guys' coding is crazy," you mumbled to yourself.

He smiled, his eyes glistening in whatever light source he has.

"Thank you!" He giggles, making you smile.

"Sure,"

He tilted his head, folding his hood over his blonde locks.

"So what brings you here? I'm not the file after Chanies, I know that," His voice was so deep and smooth, it was almost like a numbing balm against your fatigue.

"Oh! Uh, he said you are a good comfort person," When you said it like that, it made you sound like an idiot. You cringed, but he just smiled.

"I'll try my best, darling,"

You nearly choked.

You brought your hand to your eyes, trying your best to rub the sleep from them.

"Ah, your tired? Long day?"

He looked concerned, leaning closer to the screen.

"Yeah, it's been a nightmare at work. And the hours are god awful,"

He gave you a face of pity.

"At least your making that money!" He said in a strange voice, making you laugh suddenly.

Which was his goal.

He smiled, soon joining your contagious laughter.

"Your right about that!" You responded, both of you going through another laughing fit.

"So...do you like singing?" He asked suddenly.

You blinked twice.

"I can't sing-" you cringed, thinking about it.

He smiled.

"I can. Want me to sing you to sleep?" He tilted his head.

You blinked again, your face softening. You nodded.

"Here, lay on your bed. When I see your comfy, I'll start," he promised.

And he did.

Once you were comfortable, you felt warmth envelope you once he started singing.

His voice didn't seem to belong to him, he looked too pure, but hearing him sing made you forget about that.

It was his, and you didn't want it to change.

It lasted longer than you thought, but maybe because he was just AI. Whatever it was, you knew you could have him sing to you every night.

You drifted off, eventually falling into a deep sleep, leaving him to sing for but a few more minutes before he started talking to the edge of the screen.

The last thing you remember hearing was,

"Wait till you meet her, Hyung!"

Tag list: @estella-novella @deadpool15 @matchacha65 @foreverdebbie

[sweatyracoon]

What’s Your Secret?

Synopsis:

You were at the fair and saw a fortune telling booth. You didn't expect the teller to be so handsome.

Warnings:

Fluff, comedy, fortune telling, language, DRABBLE

You didn't expect to go home with a man tonight. Especially not one as fine as this.

You found him on the fair grounds in his cousins booth. A fortune Telling booth, more specifically.

You had arrived at the fair alone, being stood up by your friends yet again. You were starting to think you should find other people to hang out with.

The booth itself was underneath a tent, one that would remind you of a circus if it weren't covered in fairy lights.

You gently pulled back the lip of the tent, and was surprised to see how well lit it was in here.

It was mostly candles, but compared to the night sky outside, it was a gorgeous contrast.

Insensce burned, the smell of lavender and citrus surrounding you as you made your way to an empty table.

It was covered it a glittery purple cloth, smooth to the touch. It almost sounded like a cliche. Tarot cards and gemstones lined the table in a methodical placement.

You sat down on the worn cushion.

"So, what can we do you for today?"

The voice was obviously not a woman's, which is what you were expecting. When you heard the fabric fall back onto the ground, you saw the figure circle around the table to sit in front of you.

And my god.

He was total eye candy.

He was about your age, and had brown hair with honey skin. His eyes the same as a piece of boba.

"I'm sorry?" You said stupidly, forgetting what this tent was.

He smiled.

"You want your fortune told? You came to the right place...I think? I don't know, my aunt's on break and told me to take over for a few," He grinned, playing with the stones on the table.

You smiled at his honesty.

"So you can read my fortune, or not?" You tease, tilting your head.

He looked up at you with hooded eyes, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I may not be a pro, but I could tell a pretty girl like you shouldn't be here alone without her partner. Not at night,"

Your gaze softened, making his own falter.

"I don't have a partner. No friends either. That's why I'm here. I want to see if it'll always be that way," your shrugged your shoulders, watching his fingers flip through the tarot cards after your done.

"Well, I'll give you a free reading," he spoke, sticking out his tongue. It almost looked like he was looking for a specific card.

You waited patiently, watching his face shift from focus to excitement.

"Okay! Now, pick a card!" You went to do as he said, but found that there was only one card in front of you.

You glanced up to see his cheeks flushed, a hopeful look on his face.

"Okay,"

You grabbed it, and he motioned for you to flip it over.

Lovers

Your eyes widen, and your breath seems to get caught in your lungs.

You look back to him.

"I take it back. I'm a total pro," He laughs, putting the card back onto the pile.

"Whats your name?" You ask.

"Han," At this point, he stood and walked over to you, holding out his palm for you to grab.

"And you are?"

"Y/n," you answer, grabbing his hand.

He pulled you up, asking, "Wanna go get a donut burger and then ride the ferris wheel?" He grinned.

"Yes!"

You both giggle, rushing out of the tent passed the people in line for the service he was no longer providing.

Tonight was going to be the best night you had in a while.