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When You See Him Shirtless For The First Time ~ Stray Kids Reaction

Bang Chan:

He knew exactly what he was doing as Chan subtly walked past you without his shirt on. He dragged the time out, eyes not moving away from you as he tried to see how you’d react, only for you not to notice.

“Shall we think about dinner soon?” You asked Chan, only to hear him call out your name. You spun around only for your breath to hitch as you looked to Chan who was stood across the room without his shirt on.

“Are you still thinking about dinner or something else?”

“You can’t just pull a stunt like this around me without any preparation.”

Chan laughed back to you as he took a step towards you. “I’m allowed to walk around in my own home without a shirt on if I want to.”

“I don’t want to stare, but I don’t want to look anywhere else right now, it’s unfair.”

“You can stare if you want,” Chan proudly told you, running his hand along his abs. “Anything to improve the view for you, right?”

“Oh, the view has definitely been improved here.”

Lee Know:

Your eyes widened as you looked behind you to see Minho hugging you from behind, his bare chest pressed up against your back. It took you by complete surprise as he peered over your shoulder with a smile.

“You’ve never done this before,” you noted, not quite sure where to look as Minho brows furrowed in confusion back across to you. “I’ve never seen you without a shirt on, let alone felt you without one.”

“I thought you meant I’ve never hugged you before.”

“No, it’s not that. Did you know I’ve not seen you without a shirt before?”

Minho’s head shook in reply to you, “I thought I already had done, I’m so comfortable around you I was sure you’d seen me like this before.”

“I think I could get used to you being this comfortable around me though you know.”

“Like what you see then?” Minho confidently asked you, “I think I could get used to showing all of this off around you too.”

“Well, they’ll be no complaints from me if you do.”

Changbin:

You couldn’t help but chuckle as Changbin immediately began to flex in front of you as he took his shirt off. He made no secret of what he was doing, trying his absolute best to impress you and get a compliment.

“You know you don’t need to flex your muscles to look good for me, don’t you?” You asked Changbin, shaking your head as he moved to tighten up his biceps. “You’re better off just walking around as you are.”

“I’m just making sure you can really see my abs.”

“Of course, I can see your abs. What makes you think that I’d miss them?”

Changbin stopped flexing and took a seat beside you on his bed. “My abs go unnoticed by so many people, but I don’t want that with you.”

“They’re definitely not unnoticed by me, even without all of the flexing, don’t worry.”

“Thank you,” Changbin chuckled as he laid down beside you. “What about the arms though? Do you see all this definition?”

“I do Changbin, it’s very impressive too.”

Hyunjin:

You found yourself flustered as soon as Hyunjin took his shirt off, with it coming from nowhere. Hyunjin too caught onto how shy you had quickly become, not quite knowing where to look around the room.

“H-hi,” you stuttered as you eventually met Hyunjin’s eyes, forcing a weak smile onto your face to try and convince Hyunjin that you were fine. Only for you though, Hyunjin could tell you weren’t fine at all.

“You seem a little more speechless than usual Y/N.”

“Don’t talk to me right now, you know exactly what you’re doing to me.”

Hyunjin’s shoulders shrugged innocently as his smile turned up quickly. “All I’ve done is walk around the dorm, what’s wrong with that?”

“Just walking around the dorm? Is that really all that you’re doing right now do you think?”

“Exactly,” Hyunjin sniggered, watching you get shier and shier with every passing second, “what did you think that I was doing?”

“I hate you so much right now doing this.”

Han:

You knew exactly what Jisung’s eyes were searching for as he walked through the dorm with his shirt off, eyes looking at you straight away. You weren’t stupid, knowing that he wanted a bit of fuss and attention from you.

“What are you looking at me like that for?” You quizzed Jisung, deciding to wind him up a little bit as he tried to subtly flex his abs before you. “Something about you looks a little bit different right now to me.”

“I’d say that it’s something pretty sexy, wouldn’t you?”

“Sexy? I was talking about your hair parting, I wouldn’t say that’s sexy.”

A shake of the head came from Jisung as he continued to stare at you, “you know what you’re doing, stop trying to be so mean to me.”

“I’m sorry, it was too good of a chance to miss. You look very good Jisung, don’t worry.”

“Very good?” He gasped in disbelief, “aren’t you supposed to tell me how handsome I am or something without my shirt on?”

“Aren’t you supposed to not fish for compliments?”

Felix:

You’d never seen Felix so shy as he walked out of the bathroom ready to head to bed with you, opting after a long debate with himself to join you underneath the duvet without a shirt on to sleep in.

“Why are you so timid?” You asked as you watched him, deciding it was best to not make a big deal out of seeing Felix shirtless. “Anyone would think you’ve never not worn a t-shirt in your life before right now.”

“I just wasn’t sure how you’d react, it makes me shy.”

“It’s still you, just because you haven’t got a shirt on, there’s no difference.”

Felix’s smile was wide as he slid underneath the duvet, “thank you, I was worried that there would be a huge fuss about me being like this.”

“I’d be lying if I said the view wasn’t nice, but there’s no point being dramatic, right?”

“Right,” Felix agreed, leaning in towards you as you made yourself comfortable, “I don’t know why I ever worried about doing this.”

“You know you don’t need to worry with me.”

Seungmin:

A sharp intake of breath came from Seungmin as he noticed you passing him by. You were in a world of your own until you heard the noise, deciding to look in and see what was going on, only to him stood shirtless.

“What are you up to?” You chuckled across to him, watching as he tried to cover his body with his hands, bending down. “Are you really trying to hide that incredible body from me? Have you lost your mind?”

“I wasn’t prepared for you to suddenly see me like this.”

“Were you planning on working out before I saw you shirtless or something?”

A laugh came from Seungmin as he shook his head, beginning to relax. “I just mean I didn’t think you were here, it surprised me, that’s all.”

“I’ve got to admit I’m feeling pretty surprised too, but definitely in a good way.”

“At least that’s one less thing for me to worry about,” Seungmin reasoned, “my body is something that passes the test with you.”

“Trust me, it passes with absolute flying colours.”

I.N:

You mumbled an apology as you walked into the bedroom only to see Jeongin in the middle of getting changed. As soon as he heard your voice he jumped, cowering to one side as he scrambled to put his shirt on.

“Why are you changing so quickly and hiding yourself?” You asked him, confused by how shy Jeongin was to have you watching him. “You’ve got such an incredible body, Jeongin, you shouldn’t be hiding it.”

“No one’s ever really told me that before properly though.”

“Well, I’m telling you now, and you know that you can trust me, don’t you?”

Jeongin nodded back to you as he stepped towards you too. “You know fans just tell me that sort of thing to make me feel a bit better.”

“That’s nonsense, they say it because they mean it, just like I do too.”

“Maybe I should start having a bit more confidence in myself,” he murmured, watching you nod in agreement with him straight away.

“I’ll be right here to give you that confidence.”

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candlewaxandp0lar0ids · 6 months

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this is halloween || han x reader

Summary: You weren't happy about getting detention, but getting to be around Jisung almost feels like it could make it worth it at first. At least, until you realize that there's a killer on the loose in the school, and that he plans on getting rid of all of you.

Word count: 6.3k

Genres: high school au, slasher au, thriller/mild horror

Warnings & Tags: angst, class clown!han jisung, final girl!reader (gender isn't specified but that's the vibe), graphic descriptions of violence happening inside of a high school

A/N: Last (late) installment in that Halloween mini-series. To reiterate, this contains description of violence and murders occurring within a high school, which can be triggering to some, so do exercise caution.

I.N. · Seungmin · Felix

It was never supposed to go that way.

For starters, you should never have gotten detention and, mind you, you'd still insist that it was totally unfair that you'd gotten it in the first place. Any reasonable teacher would have looked at the facts, which were your test results, as stellar as ever, and Nari’s test results, stellar as they never were, and assumed that she’d cheated and used you to do so.

Your physics teacher could not be described as ‘reasonable’. He’d called the two of you to his desk, using the one mistake you’d made that she had, of course, written word for word on her test as proof, and he’d given you both detention. You would have tried to defend yourself, had your eyes not immediately filled with tears. When Nari had started rising her voice, accusing you in the same breath, you’d known your efforts would be wasted anyway. You’d hung your heard low, and you’d gone back to your seat.

The first detention you’d ever gotten in your life, and it had to happen on the very last year of your time in this dreadful place. God, you couldn’t wait to get out. Yes, college entrance exams were looming terrifyingly above your head, but there was still freedom at the end of the line, freedom at least from your peers. You’d take that as a win.

At the end of the day, having only gotten a fifteen minutes break to spew your venom at your understanding best friend, you dragged your feet to detention. A confused Ms. Kim had greeted when you’d gotten there, all the more so because you were a few minutes early. As you’d handed her the detention slip, however, she’d had no choice but to let you in, though she had patted your shoulder as she did.

You were not the type of student to get detention. You were the one who got straight As, who never raised their voice, who had painstakingly managed to make one friend who you had clung to since your first year here. If you could avoid drawing attention to yourself, you’d take it. You only raised your hand in class if the teacher had been waiting for someone to speak for the appropriate amount of time, tried to make yourself be forgotten the rest of the time. It did not work quite as well as you would like, but you had stayed out of trouble so far.

The same cannot be said of the students who enter the room after you. Nari runs in right as the bell rings, looking sheepish. She mouths a ‘sorry’ in your direction, like she didn’t try to throw you under the bus after the teacher caught her. She’s quickly followed by Hanseok, the school star athlete, who looks like he’s trying to shrink himself, which is no small feat considering how wide his shoulders are. He keeps his eyes on the floor, and you wonder what could have landed him here. He’s not known for getting into trouble.

Next is Taewoon who walks in nonchalantly, like he does that every day, which, to be fair, he probably does. Known troublemaker, you have no idea why he’s here tonight, but he’s regularly caught doing wild, stupid shit nearby. Ms. Kim shakes her head at him and he just shrugs. Last but not least comes Han Jisung, fashionably late, class clown and another regular. As he walks in, he leans on the desk, grinning at Ms Kim.

“Is that a new hair cut? It looks great!”

She rolls her eyes, but she can’t hide a smile in return.

“See, you’re here so often you notice that kind of things.”

“Of course I’d notice!” he protests, sounding offended as he’s weirdly good at doing — to be fair, it does still get him out of trouble most of the time.

She gestures for him to go to his place, but she doesn’t seem too mad, and he has a satisfied smirk on his face as he does. It’s as he’s doing so that he spots you, and his eyes go wide. He looks around like he thinks he’s gotten the wrong room, before altering his course to let himself fall down on the table next to yours

Your heart is beating like crazy in your chest and you do your best to smile at him the right way — you know, not too briefly so he doesn’t think you’re rude, and not too long so he doesn’t think you’re interested because, ahah, that’d be ridiculous, that’d be soooo embarrassing, there’s no way that would happen.

You may or may not have a raging crush on him.

Look, he’s funny. He’s cute. He looks at you when he makes a clever joke to see if you’re laughing. You don’t hang in the same circles, and you know it’s stupid to entertain your thoughts about him, but you just can’t help them. You wish you could quash your feelings before they hurt you. Because they will. Undoubtedly. Been there, done that. Love hasn’t worked for you, and you’d rather not delude yourself into hoping it could this time.

All these good resolutions vanish when Han leans towards you.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, sounding so confused. “Did you get lost?”

You sigh.

“I was accused of cheating on a test,” you mumble, trying to sound casual about it and not like it makes you want to cry.

“What?” His eyes look like they’re trying to pop out of his head. “That’s ridiculous.” Then he leans closer, conspiratorially. “Want me to try to get you out of here?”

Your heart is beating so fast.

“No,” you squeak despite trying not to. “It’s fine. I guess that’s— part of the high school experience, right? I should live through that at least once.”

He looks deeply confused for a second, then chuckles as he settles back in his chair.

“You’re the only person who’d think that way,” he says, and you think he sounds fond as he says it, but you know that your brain is prone to wishful-thinking. Then, with a regain of interest “Tell me if you change your mind, it’s not too late.”

He settles comfortably on his desk, resting his head on his backpack. It’s already dark outside, as it usually is at this time of the year. Cold, white streetlights have turned on over the football field, and the cloudy, starless sky gives the school a gloomy vibe. It doesn’t help that it’s eerily quiet, the kind of quiet that you’ve only heard when you’d lingered too long in the library. Lively halls are empty now, as are the classrooms. On this last night before winter break, no one has stuck around. Even clubs have taken pity on their members and let them escape tonight. It’s only the six of you left in the building, and maybe a few lingering staff members and guardians.

You glance around at what others are doing, trying to figure out what you’re even meant to do in here. Jisung has closed his eyes and is clearly intent on taking a nap. Nari has pulled out a notebook and is writing in it dutifully. Hanseok is looking out the window with a blank look on his face. Taewoon seems to be sleeping as well. Finally, Ms Kim is reading a book — romance, by the looks of it — and seems to have no plan of acknowledging your existence until the bell rings and frees her of your presence.

With a sigh, you start pulling out your books. Jisung opens an eye. With his face smooshed against his backpack, his cheeks look even rounder.

“I can still get you out,” he whispers.

You smile, but shake your head.

“It’s fine. It will all be over in an hour anyway.”

Ms Kim clears her throat to remind you to stay quiet. You jump at it, and she gives you an apologetic look, but you’re already back to burying your head in your books, trying to be small and inconspicuous and most importantly, not to anger anyone. That’s what you do after that, even once the room gets quiet again, and that’s where you still are, half an hour later, when the lights suddenly go off.

You look up, startled, and for a second you can’t see a thing, until your eyes get accustomed to the unexpected darkness. In the meantime, someone stands up, not far from you, and surprised shouts rise in the room.

“Everyone stay where you are!” Ms Kim shouts. Phones are starting to come out, lighting up the room, and soon you see that Jisung’s standing next to you, with one hand on the back of seat. He’s so close he’d brush against you if he moved just a little to the left. “It’s either the electricity or someone forgot we were still here. I’ll go see what’s happening and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Can’t we just go home?” Nari whines. “C’mon, there’s, like fifteen minutes left.”

“Make it thirty,” Ms Kim corrects sternly. “Everyone better stay here. Anyone who leaves will get detention for the first week when we’re back in class.” When protests erupt, she raises her voice. “I’ll let you off the hook if there’s an issue with the electricity, but for now, you guys need to stay there.”

She leaves the room as more people are protesting, not paying one ounce of attention to it. It looks like it’s not the first time something like that has happened to her.

Her footsteps in the hallway have barely faded that Taewoon is already getting up.

“Fuck it,” he says, making a whole show out of it. “I’m not sticking around.”

“You’re going?” Jisung asks. Clearly, he’s thinking of doing it as well. He glances around at the rest of the group. None of you have moved from your seat. “What about you guys?”

“I can’t miss practice,” Hanseok says.

“I’ve got a part time job, I can’t lose it,” is Nari’s answer.

That leaves you, and it takes you a second to realize that Jisung is looking at you and waiting for an answer.

“I— I don’t want to get detention again,” is all you can manage to mumble. It sounds pathetic to your ears, but he nods all the same.

“What are you doing?” Taewoon asks him again.

“I’ll stay behind this time,” Jisung sighs dramatically. “Live your life to the fullest for the rest of us, okay?”

Taewoon snorts.

“Sure. Enjoy yourselves here. I’ll see you after the break.”

You feel envy as he escapes the room. You wish you could care this little about all the trouble you’d get into. At the same time, being in your shoes brings advantages that you quite enjoy. Just not particularly tonight.

Then, Jisung pulls his chair to come sit next to you, setting his phone on your table so you can both see each other’s face, and you change your mind.

“You should have taken my offer,” he smiles at first, before his expression shifts to a more serious one. “You okay? It’s happened before, don’t worry about it.”

“I’m fine,” you answer, maybe too quickly. Mostly, you’re wondering why he feels the need to tell you that and if you look so fragile to him that he thinks this would send you into a breakdown. “Does it usually come back on?”

He shrugs.

“Yeah, most of the time. Sometimes there’s a tree that’s fallen somewhere it shouldn’t and she lets us go.” He glances out the window. “It’s pretty windy tonight. Maybe it’s the case.”

As you look out, you see Taewoon crossing the football field, before disappearing under the bleachers, from where he can reach the parking lot. At least one of you has gone free, you think, feeling bitter about all the things that have kept you in this spot.

“Hey, you’re getting the full, five-star high school experience,” Jisung’s voice brings you back to the present. “I can get you in trouble more after that, if you’d like.”

A small laugh escapes your lips.

“I think I’m good.”

“You could see the boys’ locker room from the inside,” he insists, and you laugh again.

“That does not sound like a good experience!”

“The inside of the teachers’ lounge,” he offers as you roll your eyes. “Steal exam questions. Change your grades. Give lower notes to your rivals.”

“What rivals,” you protest, though you’re grinning from ear to ear at this point.

“Are you saying that no one’s good enough to compete with you? And here I thought you valued my intelligence, wah, you think you know someone—”

His chatter takes your mind off your situation. There’s something about having Jisung’s undivided attention, about him clearly having noticed how down you were feeling and trying to cheer you up, that makes you feel all fuzzy inside. You’re not used to someone’s eyes staying on you for that long, certainly not his eyes. And yet he’s choosing to use time that could so easily be spent doing something else with you. Your heart beats so fast you think it’s going to fall right out of your chest.

Ten minutes go by before Nari’s voice interrupts your talking.

“Shouldn’t Ms Kim be back by now?”

Her expression is composed, she’s leaning back in her chair to look at you, but her voice is at a higher-pitch than usual. A glance at your watch tells you that she’s probably right and a cold hand comes wrap around your heart to squeeze it, before you shake it off. No need to feel that way. There’s likely a completely fine explanation.

“Maybe she’s run into Mr Park,” Jisung offers, smoothly. Then, with a gasp, “Maybe they’re having a quickie in the principal’s office.”

You chuckle quietly, but Nari’s not amused.

“Shouldn’t someone go look for her?” she asks. When no one volunteers, she continues, “She’ll never believe me if I go and I really can’t lose my part time job, but, you know, maybe if it was someone else…”

You know where this is going, and she’s not exactly wrong, yet you worry about getting in trouble all the same. Stupidly, you’re afraid you’re going to get yelled at. You hate getting yelled at. You’d probably cry if that happened.

“I’ll go if you go,” Jisung says, eyeing you, saving the day once more — saving your day at least.

“Okay,” you reply, and you surprise yourself at how quick and easy that was. You blame it on the relief you feel for not having to go out there alone. “I’ll come.”

He smiles at you when you say that. It’s kind of embarrassing how it makes butterflies take off in your stomach.

“Everyone be good,” he chastises the other two as you open the door. “Nari, you’re in charge while we’re gone, okay?”

She sticks her tongue out at him while Hanseok scoffs. Still, they’re both grinning as the two of you venture out into the quiet, dark high school.

You’re not one to believe in supernatural creatures. You like logical, provable, tangible things. Still, out there, irrational fear seizes you, wrapping its tentacles around you. Your footsteps echo loudly in the hallways, and the measly flashlight from your cellphones are nowhere near enough to light up the entire place. No matter how your orient them, there remain dark patches all over.

“It’s kind of cool,” Jisung comments as you’re starting to bury yourself in your thoughts again. This time, you don’t know if he’s doing it for your benefit or if he doesn’t like it when things stay quiet for too long. “Who knows, maybe we will see her with Mr Park.”

“I think they’re both very much married,” you reply, and some of the worry washes away when you hear your own voice. Suddenly, you’re not in this unfamiliar place anymore, but back in the halls of the high school that you walk in every single day.

“Like that’s ever stopped people,” Jisung grins. “C’mon, he’s not bad-looking for his age.”

This time, a very genuine laugh bursts out of you.

“That’s not an image I needed!” you protest.

“Like you’ve never thought about it before,” he teases, and as you let out noises of disgust, his flashlight sweeps over the floor. “What do you think? Do we start with the custodian and the principal’s office, or do we go for the basement? That’s where she’d be if it’s a problem with the electricity?”

“She’s probably in the basement if she’s been gone all this time,” you reason, but you really do not want to venture down there at the moment. Even with Jisung by your side, you don’t think you’d enjoy this small of a space with no lights other than your own. Just thinking about it has your throat becoming tighter. “But, uh, maybe we can start with the principal’s office?”

Jisung agrees to that with more enthusiasm than it warrants, and then you listen to him dramatically offer possibilities about how Ms Kim and Mr Park could have gotten together. You laugh more than you should, more than you would were you with anyone else in the same situation, and it’s not the right place nor the right time, but you know you’re falling in love with him. You’ve always suspected that it was just a matter of spending more time with him, always told yourself that it was therefore not a good idea. But here you were now, and there was not a thing you could do about it.

“Okay, here we are,” you say, interrupting a truly wild scenario in which the teacher and the principle are Russian spies who got married as a cover but were actually high school sweethearts. “Should I, uh, knock?”

Jisung shrugs, moving past you to try the handle. As he does so, you’re struck by how quiet it is. There’s no way she’s in there, we’ve wasted our time, you think.

Then, to your surprise, the door opens. Jisung walks in. Then freezes in the opening.

“What’s going on,” you ask, taking a step forward to look over his shoulder, “don’t tell me they’re really—"

But you’re not met with the sight of two lovers. Instead, your eyes first find Mr Park, slumped on his desk, something that you can’t identify sticking out of his back. On the floor, right in front of Jisung, is Ms Kim. She’s lying on her back, her eyes wide open and her pupil still and empty. It takes you a second to realize that the angle her head is at with her body is wrong, and a second longer to understand that that’s because her throat’s is nothing more than a wide, gaping wound. Underneath her, a puddle of blood that you realize you’ve stepped into. She looks so pale, compared to how she was just a few minutes ago.

You open your mouth to scream. Before you can, though, Jisung’s hand comes to cover it, and you only let out a whimper as your eyes search his. For the first time tonight, he’s lost his nonchalant confidence.

“Someone could still be there,” he whispers to you. “We shouldn’t stay here.”

With one last look at your teacher, he closes the door.

Things are blurry after that. You remember him grabbing your wrist as he drags you away from the scene. You remember him trying a few doors before pulling you into an empty classroom. You remember him vomiting in a trashcan and self-consciously wiping his mouth afterwards. You remember sitting on a table in silence for you don’t know how long.

“We have to get out of here,” he says at some point. He sounds sure of himself again.

“We have to— we have to go get Nari and Hanseok,” you answer. As soon as the words leave your mouth, you feel guilty for not having thought of them immediately. Shit, they must still be waiting for the two of you to return. Someone could have— someone could have already—

You’re on your feet before you think. It’s unlike you, but it says a lot that your brain doesn’t harp on that in the moment. There’s an urgency in your chest that you’re not used to feeling.

“We need to go get them.”

Jisung studies you for a second, then swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

“Okay,” he says. His voice is weak. “Okay. We’re getting them and then we’re going out of here, right?”

You nod. Guilt and fear are battling within you, but both feelings are directed towards the people you’ve left behind. You think it would kill you if something happened to them that you could have stopped.

The walk back to the detention is faster, but it feels like it take ages. Jisung keeps close to you, checking behind you while you keep your eyes on what’s in front of you. You see nothing, hear nothing. Just like earlier, the high school feels empty. Unlike earlier, you know it is not.

You’re almost there, starting to breathe again, starting to think you’ll make it, when you hear the screams. Terrified, you back into Jisung, who wraps his arm around you.

“Light,” he hisses, “light out, now.”

You’re too scared to do anything other than what he suggests. It overtakes your whole body, freezes your muscles into place. His chest is pressed against your back as you stay perfectly still, and you can feel his heart beating wildly, betraying the fact that he’s in the same state as you. In the distance, a door slams open.

“Don’t leave me here!” Nari screams.

In the dark, someone that you have to assume is Hanseok rushes past you. He’s fast, powerful. Whoever you hear after him is fast too, footsteps squeaking in the hallways, and all you’re thinking is that Nari is wearing heels.

At least Hanseok’s making it out is the thought that follows — for a second at least, because it isn’t long after that there’s a shout of frustration and the sound of someone struggling with a door. Then screams, intercut with disgusting, wet sounds that you can only imagine are what a knife produces when it’s brought down into someone. Tears stream down your face in silence. The front door’s locked and Hanseok— Hanseok is—

“Nari,” you whisper, choking on the word.

Jisung nods and pulls you forward, but by the time you get to the detention room, it’s empty. You check for a body, turning your cellphone’s light back on, terrified you’ll find one, and you can breathe again when you don’t find her anywhere.

“Now we have to go,” Jisung insists.

“But she’s—”

“We’ve done what we could. C’mon, we have no way of knowing where she is, she could be out by—”

The speakers creak horribly.

“Attention, students,” a man’s voice comes through. It’s loud and booming, but more than anything, it’s even. It doesn’t shake, doesn’t have the hysterical accents that you’ve heard in movies. If anything, it sounds like he’s playing the role of a school announcer, and the thought makes you sick to your stomach. “Lee Nari. Han Jisung. Kang Won— Ah, no, I suppose that’s been taken care of, hasn’t it. Im Taewoon.” Then he pauses for a second, before reading your name, and you feel overcome with helplessness. Before that, it felt like it was— You’re not sure what you were feeling, but it didn’t feel targeted. Now, you think that even leaving the school might not make the nightmare end. “Well, you might not be who I’m looking for,” the man chuckles— he fucking chuckles — after saying your name. “We’ll see. If you’re good, I’ll consider letting you off the hook. The rest of you though… you won’t cause trouble again.”

This is like a bad slasher movie with a stupid premise, something you’d make fun of if you weren’t caught in the middle of it.

“Windows and doors are locked,” he announces dramatically. “Breaking out only means that I’ll come get you, so do yourself a favor and surrender, hm? I promise to make it quick.”

Then he hangs up.

“What do we do?” you whisper to Jisung. “You— you love horror movies, right? What should we do?”

He stares at you.

“Yeah, I— I do. I didn’t think you’d remember.” It’s not the moment, but for a second — less than that, a fraction of it — you’re no longer a terrified prey but a teenager again, feeling like you’ve just exposed your crush. “I— one of us should leave.”

You shake your head.

“He said he’d hunt us. He could show up at our parents’ house—”

“I know,” he interrupts you. “But that’s— that’s why one of us should stay here.”

Again, you shake your head, more vehemently this time.

“No. No way. We’re not— We’re not doing that.”

He grabs your arms, the motion gentle instead of forceful, like one more attempt at comforting you as he looks straight into your eyes.

“Listen. One of us needs to leave. I— I think he’s probably watching the windows. He must know that we’d try to leave, right? So he’s— probably ready to give chase.” He swallows thickly. “If he— If he has a rifle or something— But that’d give someone else time to escape, if he leaves too. If not… Someone could go get help. Nari might have called the cops already, but that— that doesn’t mean they’re coming right now.”

“No,” you repeat, because you think you know where he is going with this.

“I’ll— What do you want to do? I— I think I should go.”

He’s close enough that you can see there are tears in his eyes.

“You should— you should be ready to leave from the other side when I do,” he whispers, and you want to cry too. “I’ll distract him.”

You shake your head, but you don’t think you can change his mind.

“Hey, I can be really fast, okay?” His tone gets lighter. “Maybe I’ll outrun him.”

You’d be more inclined to believe that if the man hadn’t been able to catch up with Hanseok — though you suppose that he wouldn’t have on open grounds, and that gives you some hope that you desperately cling to.

“You better,” you hear yourself say.

Jisung lets out a long, deep breath, then turns around to face the window. It’s true that they’re locked; they always are at the end of the day. But they’re not known for being particularly solid. As a matter of fact, they regularly get broken by football players. You wonder if that’s what got Hanseok in trouble, then shove the subject as far down as you can, because it reminds you that he’s— he’s—

“Okay,” Jisung mumbles, grabbing a chair and getting ready to swing it at the window. Just as he lifts it above his head, though, he stops himself and sets it down to face you.

Something passes between the two of you. It’s hard not to think that this might be the last time you see each other, however his escape attempt goes. Jisung swallows thickly.

Then he’s grabbing your shoulders and pressing his lips against yours. It’s brief, kind of clumsy. Nothing about it is how you envisioned your first kiss. But his lips are soft and warm, and he’s holding on to you like he never wants to let go.

He does anyway, looking at you with wide eyes.

“F–For luck,” he mumbles.

“Sure,” you choke out in response. “No, uh, no problem.”

You’ll die of embarrassment at that later on, if you don’t just die tonight.

His chair smashes through the window, the sound unbearably loud in the silence of the school, and he doesn’t stick around to see what happens. Cutting his hands on the broken glass, he jumps out while you back out of the room to go crouch in a dark corner. You peek to see him sprinting through the football field, waiting with baited breath to see the killer following after him.

He doesn’t.

You wait longer.

Still nothing.

And you realize you’re stuck in the building with him.

“Well, well,” the voice in the speaker says, right as the realization settles, as calm as it was the first time. “Seems like we’ve had an infraction. Too bad. Seems I’ll have to go hunting once I’m done with you.”

Then it cuts again. For a while, you can’t hear yourself think over the terrified thoughts that fill your mind. You think of following after Jisung, but you have no way of knowing if the killer would let it slide twice. Truth be told, with Jisung gone, you feel your old patterns of thinking catching up with you. You’re too scared to go, and the more you wait, the more you think it’s now too late to go. Your anxiety has you in a chokehold, with no intention of letting go.

What does get you to move is the greater fear that the killer could come inspect the place, now that Jisung’s left. He must have noticed that only Nari and Hanseok were in the room — if he thinks Taewoon was still here, probably because he was murdering Ms Kim at that point, that would have to mean the three of you were together, in his mind. It begs the question of how Taewoon got out, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he had his ways of doing it, even with the windows closed.

You don’t turn your light off, listening closely as you cross the hallways. You’re aiming for the kitchens, though you haven’t actually stopped to think about it. All that your mind can supply with as a justification is that you need a weapon. Realistically, you don’t think it would do you any good. You probably wouldn’t be able to use it against anyone. But who gives a fuck about realism right now? You might die here tonight. Three of the people you used to see around every day are gone forever already. If finding a knife makes you feel better, you’ll get yourself a knife, dammit.

You regret it when you make your way through the cafeteria. Because of how it’s situated, there is more light coming from outside in here than there was elsewhere. You’ve already started to see the dark as an ally, and leaving it makes you feel incredibly exposed. Despite that, you run through it, bent in half, trying to stay behind the tables, and get into the kitchens.

You’re searching through the drawers for a knife when the most terrifying sound you can think of right now resonates behind you.

The door. Someone’s opened the door.

You crouch behind one of the many kitchen isles. Silent tears are running down your face, but adrenaline is keeping you from completely giving up — for now, anyway.

“Who do we have here?” the voice asks, and you press a hand against your mouth so you don’t accidentally give yourself away. It doesn’t just echo in the cafeteria though, no, it comes out through the speakers as well. Like he wants the survivors to know that he’s gotten one of you, and that they never had a chance in the first place. “I’ll be very disappointed in you if it’s you, (Y/N). If you’d stayed put, you might have had a chance. Now, I have to wonder if you helped your friend leave, too.”

Glancing over the corner, you see a man in a mask slowly walking through the kitchen. Slowly, you start backing up, careful not to make a sound. If you run, maybe you’ll get to the door. If you get to the door, maybe he’ll lose you and you’ll be able to hide better.

Please. Please. You just want to make it out of here. You want— you want to go to college. You want to ask Jisung what that kiss meant. You want to get home to your parents.

It’s as you’re getting up that you bump your head into one of the drawers that you’ve left open. Once it happens, you’re on your feet in an instant, making a dash for the door, but the man intercepts you before you can get away. You fall on your back when he pushes you, and he shakes his head at you.

“I thought you were better than that,” he sighs. “It truly is a shame that you got caught up in this, but I suppose you weren’t as good as you made yourself out to be.”

He raises the knife. Tears blur your vision.

Then there’s a loud smack. Nari appears behind him, a bent plastic tray in her hands and tears streaming down her face.

“I’m s–so sorry you got detention because of me,” she sobs out, chest heaving, and all you can do is stare — though a part of you that right now is very far from the surface appreciates the sentiment. You note, vaguely, that she’s barefoot, probably having ditched the heels when she realized they would only get her in trouble. She holds her hand out, and you take it without hesitation, pulling yourself to your feet just in time to see the man rise again behind her. He’s rubbing the back of his head, but he’s nowhere near unconscious, and he’s close. You pull Nari away, but his knife still slashes across her back and she falls forward, screaming.

You back up, but his eyes aren’t on you. Instead, he goes to stand above Nari. She tries to crawl forward, crying, and you see him lowering himself above her.

If you don’t want to watch her die in front of your eyes, you need to find the fucking knives.

The first two drawers you stumble into as Nari struggles and desperately hits at the men are empty.

The third one has knives.

You can’t afford to think as you rush back towards them. The man raises his knife once, and Nari catches the blade with her bare hand. You try to tune out both the screams and the sounds. Then he grabs her wrists with the one hand. Raises the knife again.

You’re out of time.

You stab him in the chest, and he lets out a sharp, horrified gasp. You push him backwards while his blade catches at your arms, the adrenaline too strong to feel it for now. You drive the blade into him, again and again and again, until he’s fallen and his knife has gone still, and all that fills the room are Nari’s tears and whimpers of pain.

It’s only as your own pain catches up with you that you admit what’s just happened.

You did it.

You lived.

They take Nari and Hanseok to a hospital first, both of their wounds being much more significant than your own. Hanseok’s condition, from what you’ve heard, was ‘critical’. You’d felt hope at that, at first, but the looks people had exchanged had soon quashed that.

They weren’t optimistic.

As they leave, you stay wrapped in a blanket, sitting in an ambulance as your arms are being disinfected as the cops search the building. All of your limbs ache like you’ve just run a marathon, but you can’t make yourself look away, no matter how hard you’ve tried. Staying there, you hear, vaguely, that the killer was a former member of staff that had been let go earlier in the year. He’s alive too, for now, because you hadn’t known where to aim when you’d attacked him — ironically, that’s the same reason Hanseok’s still breathing. His exact motive was being debated still, but you found unable to care. Why would you give a shit about why he'd done that? All that mattered was that he’d done it.

You’re sitting there, stewing in those thoughts, when Jisung appears. You don’t think they were supposed to let him through, but it looks like he managed to sneak in. He’s clearly been crying, his eyes all red and his face puffy.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, his voice breaking as he chokes on the words. “I didn’t think— I didn’t think I’d be leaving you alone in there with him. I— I did as fast as I could, I promise, but they— they thought it was a prank call and I—”

“It’s—” You want to say ‘It’s fine’, but the words refuse to come out of your mouth. “It’s not your fault,” you manage to say instead. “You had no way of knowing. I’m— Nari and I should both be fine. You did— You did the best thing you could have done.”

Nari had mentioned, as you were lying with her on the cold floor of the cafeteria, that she’d seen you walk in, soon followed by the man. She hadn’t found herself able to stay away. Who knew, if she hadn’t felt so guilty, maybe she wouldn’t have gone in. Maybe if it had been Jisung, he’d be gone by now. Maybe if you’d left through the window, the killer would have followed you.

There are too many what ifs to let him blame himself.

“I’m glad you made it,” you say softly, trying not to cry again.

He nods, opens his mouth, then shakes his head as tears flow once again, and just comes to sit next to you. It’s not so often that you see Han Jisung so completely quiet. You rest your head on his shoulder, trying to bring him what comfort you can, certainly taking all that you are able to from his touch.

You know, in that moment, that the consequences of tonight would likely follow you for the rest of your life. You don’t know if there will be a single day in the future where you don’t think of it. But right now, the thought that maybe, just maybe, not everything that comes from tonight has to be horrible and dark and crushing helps you to just keep breathing.

Jisung’s fingers quietly rub circles on your skin. He presses a kiss into your hair, mumbles ‘Thank you’s to no one in particular.

Finally, you allow yourself to close your eyes.

since this is different from what I usually write (and gets brutal), I'm exceptionally not using my taglist.

i enjoyed writing this and wrote almost 4k for it today, so, uh, sorry if it stops making sense at around 3k in. something that i particularly enjoy is breaking genre expectations by jumping into another genre. here, the first half is inspired by your typical high school movies, before veering into a thriller/horror movie, which i quite like (but it can also be disorienting and i'd get it if you didn't enjoy it). anyway.

if you've made it to this point, I hope you've enjoyed this series and this installment of it! don't hesitate to comment or reblog, honestly any feedback or support is appreciated. i'll see you all again for the hyung line in December (and maybe even in the meantime with other projects, who knows). take care!

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taeminsung · 6 months

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♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── love song..

pairing || han x reader summary || han realizing his feelings for you. genre/s || fluff. comfort. mina’s notes || please enjoy ♡

Sleep clung onto Han as he stood clutching his pillow to his chest. When Chan said they were going to do a small weekend getaway, he didn’t think that it meant having to be awake before the sun was up. Trying to focus on the horizon, he noticed that the sun wasn’t even trying to break through the darkness of the night. Slowly a sleepy scowl formed across his brows while a small group of them waited for the cars to be pulled around. All Han wanted to do was crawl into the back seat and immediately let sleep claim him as it did just hours before. Hearing your name roll off Felix’s tongue caused his attention to snap to where his friend was looking. There you were, approaching with your suitcase in toe, sleep written all over your features.

Did this mean that you were coming along? Of course, it did, he mentally sasses himself knowing that no one just has a suitcase at this hour of the day unless they were going somewhere. He really needed to go back to sleep before interacting with anyone. You mumbled your hellos to everyone, letting Felix pull you slightly closer, as you tugged the sweatshirt that consumed you closer to your body as your shifted from foot to foot. Han couldn’t help but steal glances at you. You were stunning this early in the morning. It makes him want to wake up to you every morning, just to see this side of you that clearly has no guard up. It was only for a moment that he daydreamed of what that future would be like with you.

Minutes passed before the cars finally pulled around, with everyone quickly moving to grab their seats. Han watched as you grabbed your stuff and put it in one of the cars before he quickly followed behind, hoping that you’d sit in the back rather than the front. He thanked whatever lucky star he could wish upon as you said you’d sit in the middle seat so the boys could be comfortable. Climbing in the back seat next to you, he couldn’t help but feel a little dizzy being this close to you for the first time, nearly wanting to pass out at the smell of your perfume. The scent he tried to commit to memory. Han knew that he was in trouble before, but now? All he could think about was how screwed he was going to be on this trip, trying not to make his feelings for you obvious.

Within no time of hitting the road, did sleep consumed him again, this time dreams were filled with thoughts of you.

The sound of the youngest singing loudly woke Han from the slumber he was in, trying to ground himself back in reality. His confusion only deepened as he felt the weight of something on his shoulder, turning to find you fast asleep, lips slightly parted with the hood of your sweatshirt obscuring the top half of your face. Part of him couldn’t grasp if he was still dreaming or if this was in fact a reality in which you were passed out using him as a pillow. Glancing forward, he caught the small smirk on Minho’s face before his eyes shifted back to the road. This had to be real, right?

A few songs passed before you started to stir, Han immediately wondering if him talking with Felix on your other side woke you up. His eyes watched you from the corner as you clicked the lock button on your phone, illuminating a photo Han didn’t even know existed. It was the two of you in Chan’s studio, you with headphones on listening to one of his unfinished songs, him looking at you trying to gage your reaction to it. It wasn’t a day that he could easily forget about. Hours had been spent with legs almost touching as you helped him work through his writers’ block, finding different ways to say what he wanted to say. It was the first day that he admitted his feelings not only to himself but also to Minho.

Your leg had been pressed against his just like it was now, and as Jeongin started singing another song did Han realized you hadn’t moved an inch to remove your head from his shoulder. He watched from the corner of his eye as you unlocked your phone, opening different apps to check your socials, seemingly content with your position in the car. Panicking internally, Han now planned a way to tell you his feelings, because there was a fleeting moment of hope that maybe you returned the feelings and would accept his love. Would he have time to write you a love song, he thought.

from mina with love ♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── thank you for reading! ♡ requests are open.

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mysweetlixe · 4 months

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-Chapstick Kisses

Words: 750

Paring: Jisung x Reader

Y/N sat on the couch, her attention drawn to Jisung as he casually applied chapstick, the soft click of the cap echoing in the room. Their cozy apartment was bathed in warm evening light, creating a tranquil atmosphere. She couldn't help but observe, a smile playing on her lips.

Jisung noticed her gaze and chuckled, "What's so fascinating about chapstick, love?"

Y/N grinned, teasingly replying, "I'm just marveling at your lip care routine, babe. Very impressive." He rolled his eyes playfully, "You're easily amused."

Leaning in, Jisung brushed his lips against hers, a subtle sweetness lingering from the chapstick. Y/N chuckled, "Well, maybe I'm easily amused, but I do appreciate a man with soft lips."He smirked, "Glad to know my lip care routine meets your standards."

Y/N laughed, her fingers lightly tracing Jisung's jawline. "More than meets my standards," she whispered, her voice filled with affection. She leaned in to kiss him again, savoring the taste of the chapstick on his lips.

As they pulled apart, Y/N noticed a mischievous glint in Jisung's eyes. "You know," he said, his voice low and suggestive, "there's more where that came from."

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh really? And what might that be?"

Jisung smirked and reached into the pocket of his jeans, retrieving a small tube of scented lip balm. He held it up, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "Lavender," he said, emphasizing the scent with a twinkle in his eye.

Y/N laughed, her heart fluttering at the sight before her. She loved these moments of playful intimacy with Jisung, where their connection was strong and their laughter echoed throughout the room.

Without hesitating, she took the lip balm from his hand and applied a generous amount onto her own lips. The soothing scent of lavender filled the air as she moved closer to Jisung, their faces inches apart.

In a gentle motion, Y/N traced her lavender-scented lips over Jisung's, savoring the blend of

floral fragrance and the taste of his chapstick. The sensation was intoxicating, a delicate dance of lips and mingling scents that sent a shiver down Y/N's spine.

Jisung responded eagerly, his hands finding their way to the small of Y/N's back, pulling her closer. Their kiss deepened, each moment filled with a growing desire that had been ignited by the simple act of applying lip balm.

As they explored each other's lips, their bodies pressed against one another, the world around them faded into the background. The evening light cast a warm glow over their entwined forms, heightening the intensity of their connection.

Y/N's fingers tangled in Jisung's hair, pulling him impossibly closer as she lost herself in the taste and scent of lavender. Their kisses became more urgent, fueled by a hunger that could only be sated by each other's presence.

Time seemed to stand still as they continued their passionate embrace, cherishing every second they spent locked in this intimate exchange. It was as if the whole universe had conspired to bring them together in this moment of pure bliss.

Eventually, their lips reluctantly parted, leaving them both breathless and craving more. Y/N rested her forehead against Jisung's, catching her breath as she gazed into his eyes. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a silent promise of a love that went beyond mere physical desire.

Their lips tingling with the lingering taste of lavender and chapstick, Y/N felt a sense of contentment wash over her. In this cozy apartment, bathed in warm evening light, she knew she had found her safe haven, her sanctuary in Jisung's arms.

Jisung smiled softly, his eyes filled with adoration as he brushed his thumb across Y/N's cheek. "You know," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, "no matter how many chapsticks or lip balms I use, none of them can compare to the sweetness of your kisses."

Y/N's heart swelled with affection at his words, her own smile mirroring his. "And no amount of lavender-scented lip balm can compare to the intoxicating scent and taste of you," she replied, her voice filled with love.

They remained entwined on the couch, their bodies leaning into one another as they reveled in the comfort of their embrace. The world outside their apartment became insignificant as they basked in the warmth of their love for each other.

In that moment, Y/N realized that their connection went far deeper than the surface level intimacy they had just shared.

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blue-jisungs · 9 months

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kiss me

song inspo. kiss me — dpr live

summary. jisung words out his thought on you wearing makeup... and he just wants to cuddle

warnings. swearing

a/n. ummm yeah it’s gonna be sfw bc unlike my music taste i don’t write nsfw n pg18 stuff aha! the song slaps tho got me giggling n all

han was laying on the bed, one of his hands under his head and the other was holding his phone, looking at some memes stays created. but he was, in fact, not looking at them. jisung observed you instead, eyes focused and flicking between your scrunched up face and the pen moving with the speed of light.

you sighed and closed your notebook suddenly, throwing the pen somewhere on your desk and turning around on the chair to face your boyfriend.

“done! i just need to take off my makeup and i’m ready to cuddle” a satisfied hum left your mouth, han shaking his head.

“why do you wear it anyways?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“what?” you scoffed, as if the answer was so simple.

“girl… take your fucking make up off right now” he joked, his finger whooshing in air threateningly “i wanna love my girl underneath all those artificial lies”

you blushed, eyes widening.

“are you serious? it’s… my skin isn’t perfect and just…” you stuttered, observing him.

“i know sometimes you’re shy. don’t cover it, ‘cause either way you’re mine” han hummed and stood up from the bed, his hair falling freely on his hair “c’mon, let’s wash this off so i can cover you in kisses already”

“you’re insane” you grunted, still clearly flustered. because who wouldn’t?

you entered the bathroom, han washing his teeth and you taking your makeup off. he was done before you so he just leaned against the sink and watched you, admiringly.

“what now?” you giggled, grabbing your toothbrush. you gave him a teasing look and leaned in, only to pull away last second before meeting his lips.

“explain yourself, why so cruel?” he grunted, pout forming on his lips. you scoffed, putting the toothpaste “they way you kiss me…��

you rose an eyebrow amused, washing your teeth.

“…oh, so rude” jisung crossed his arms.

“don’t be such a baby” you stuttered through the foam in your mouth, causing him to grin “i’ll give you kisses once my mouth is fresh”

he just shook his head and his lips were on yours the second you slay out the toothpaste, causing you to chuckle into the kiss.

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notsosweetchan · 3 months

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˚ʚ♡ɞ Just The Tip ˚ʚ♡ɞ

Warning: smut

Paring: | Jisung x Reader |

You groan softly and turn over, still half-asleep. "Jisung... it's late. Can we do it in the morning?" You mumble, your voice hoarse with sleep. You feel his hardness pressing against your ass from behind and you shudder slightly. A part of you wants him to take you right now, but another part knows that you need rest.

He chuckles darkly, "You said that last time too, baby. Come on, just let me put it in the tip." His fingers dig into your hips as he pushes against you gently.

You sigh, reluctantly turning around to face him. It's so hard to resist when he looks at you like that, those eyes full of lust and need. "Fine," you murmur, spreading your legs a bit for him.

You feel him at your entrance now and it's already making you wetter than before. The cool air hits your bare skin as he slides off the blanket and you can feel his warm cockhead pushing at your entrance, waiting for permission to enter.

You gasp as he slowly thrusts forward into you, filling you up with just the head. He pulls back slowly then goes in deeper this time, burying himself an inch or so inside before pulling back out again.

Your moans get louder with each thrust as he starts a slow rhythm of in and out, hitting that sweet spot inside of you with every movement. The friction is incredible even though it's just the tip inside; it feels like he's fucking your prostate every time he hits it just right.

"Fuck," You whisper, arching your back as he continues to push deeper into you. His hands roam over your body possessively while his hips grind against yours, driving himself deeper with each thrust.

He's so big that it stretches you wider than you've ever been stretched before but it feels so good. Your breasts sway with his movements and you can't help but grab them, teasing yourself as he takes you slowly but surely.

You feel his hot breath on your neck as he whispers, "You feel so good around me," into your ear. His teeth scrape along your lobe and you shiver in pleasure. His cock twitches inside of you and you can feel the pre-cum leaking out, preparing you for what's to come.

You bite your lower lip to stifle a moan when he hits your g-spot again, moving his hips in circles this time. It's almost too much to handle but you don't want him to stop.

His fingers find their way between your legs, touching your clit just right as he starts to speed up his thrusts. You cry out, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. "Jisung... I'm going to cum," You warn him, feeling the familiar tingles start at the base of your spine.

He growls against your skin,"Cum for me, baby. Let go," He says huskily. You close your eyes and throw your head back as you do just that, your walls clenching around him in a tight grip.

The bed creaks under the force of his movements as he speeds up even more, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over until you feel like you're going to explode. Your walls pulse around him and he lets out a low groan filled with pleasure at the sensation. You come hard, your walls quaking as they milk his cock, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

He follows soon after, filling you with his warm cum as he thrusts in deep one last time then holds still inside of you. The two of you stay connected like this for a moment, panting heavily as your heart rates slowly return to normal. The feeling of him still inside you is intoxicating; you could stay like this forever. “

I love you,” He whispers against your neck, kissing it softly.

"Love you too," You breathe out before he pulls out of you gently. He climbs back into bed and pulls you into his arms, spooning you from behind. Your breathing starts to slow down as you drift back to sleep, feeling his heartbeat against your back and the heat of his body warming you up.

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feelbokkie · 1 month

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soft thought 005

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han jisung is the type of boyfriend that would quickly pull you back into bed if you even tried to get up in the middle of a cuddle session or in the middle of the night. he would latch onto you tightly, nestling his face into your neck while mumbling out a whiny "하지 마 (hajima)," his voice slightly raspy from sleep or several hours of unuse. his breath tickling your neck as his lips brush against it. if you tried to argue that you need to use the bathroom or something, he'll only cling on tighter

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stayteezdreams · 8 months

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Request: Hurt to comfort headcanons of maybe gn!reader finding out their ot8!skz is some kind of mythical or supernatural creature

Requested by: @hamburgers101

Pairing: Supernatual Creature!Skz x Gn!Reader (individual)

Warnings: Very brief reference to sex in Hans.

A/N: This is the first time I've written something like this (fantasy au type stuff); so I apologize if it is trash lol. Thank you to @otsilliak for helping me has to what beings/creatures to use. Also, not all of these creatures I chose are based on "proper" mythology, and I just made stuff up, so just go with it! lol. Yes I used Vampire twice, but I had a hard time deciding on what to use for each member lol.

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Bang Chan {Werewolf}

You thought it was a joke at first, just like all the other times.

Sure he would disappear once a month, acting strange and then exhausted the next time you saw him. But obviously he wasn't actually a werewolf.

When he realized he was truly in love with you, he needed you to know the truth, so he showed you.

You were in disbelief. Not only were supernatural creatures like werewolves real, but you had been dating one?

You were stunned and overwhelmed, and hurt he hadn't told you earlier.

He gave you time to think about it time to decide if you truly wanted to stay with him.

He wasn't afraid you would tell anyone, he knew that much. But he was afraid he had scared you away from him. That this was something you couldn't accept.

Once you thought it through, you knew you couldn't leave him, not over something like this.

He was still your boyfriend, still the love of your life. He had been for long enough that nothing could change how you felt about him not even this.

He was so relieved that he cried, he had been terrified that you would abandon him or worse, be scared of him.

He told you everything you wanted to know, and promised to never keep anything from you again.

"Were all those wolf jokes your subtle way of trying to tell me you were a werewolf?" "...Maybe?" "You're ridiculous."

Lee Know {Demon}

Minho would tell you he was a Demon or rather half-Demon, not long after he really knew he loved you.

He knew you wouldn't believe him, so he was prepared to show you, though he was afraid it would only scare you away.

You however, were more in shock, than anything.

He wasn't the type to lie about things like that, so you believed him even without him showing you the way his eyes could turn fully black, or the fact he could sprout literal horns from his head.

You had to admit, you were afraid. Not of Minho, you could never really be afraid of him.

But afraid of the knowledge that creatures you always thought were fables were actually real, and they could be anywhere, they could be anyone.

Luckily (or unluckily), your curiosity ended up overwhelming your fear.

Minho would explain everything to you and answer any questions you had, which there were many of.

But he was patient, willing to share every part of him with you, and his knowledge of the actual world you lived in.

It also explained why he had always been a bit protective over you. Because he knew things you didn't.

There were more demons around than you expected, and he just wanted to keep you safe from the not so good ones.

It took a while to get used to it and your perception of the world changed, but he was there with you through all of it.

And even if he was a demon, you loved him, and he loved you, and you knew he would keep you safe.

Changbin {Vampire}

You weren't supposed to find out, it was an accident, you walked in at the wrong time and Changbin was too slow to hide his Vampiric features from you.

You were confused, thinking you were going crazy, but he admitted that you weren't.

You couldn't handle what he was saying, none of it made sense there was no way he was a Vampire? How could he be?

You left, and though he wanted to chase after you he only thought it would make it worse.

So he waited.

He sent you a few messages, begging you to let him explain, to tell you everything. He swore he wouldn't lie about anything else.

It took you a few days to really decide to go back to him. But you needed to know. What else had he been hiding, what else had he lied about.

He was so relieved when you came back to him he couldn't help but pull you into a hug.

You couldn't help but feel a bit relieved being with him again. You loved him after all, even if he was a Vampire.

You let him explain, and you told him how upset you were he had hid it from you.

You asked question after question, each one sounding more ridiculous than the last. But he had an answer to every one of them, even the stupid ones.

But you talked through it all, and you were willing to stay, because it was still him, still Changbin, the man you fell in love with.

Hyunjin {Siren}

Hyunjin hadn't been the one to tell you. But others, other Sirens, that had hated him for living as a human, and having what he deemed a "normal" life.

Part of you didn't want to believe them, but they showed you their true face, their scales, fangs, eyes, everything, and you couldn't help but truly wonder if Hyunjin was one of them too.

It made you fear that your whole relationship with him had been a lie.

You knew you were entranced by him when you first met, was that because of him?

Did he manipulate you with his siren song? Did he compel you to love him? Was it even real? Were you really in love with him?

When you confronted him, you were caught of guard by his reaction. You expected him to deny it, to act confused, or even angry. But he felt defeated, and was upset that he wasn't the one who told you.

Then his emotions quickly switched when you told him how you found out.

He was suddenly scared for you. Did they hurt you? Did they scare you? Are you alright?

In his reactions, you saw love, real love. Or at least, you hoped it was.

When you asked him about it, about your relationship, he was sad and hurt than you doubted him, but he understood why.

"I fell for you as naturally as you fell for me. And it was perfect, I would never change it for the world. I would never use my powers on you, ever."

It took a more thorough explanation and a bit more convincing before you could fully trust his word.

But you did eventually understand and accept that he did truly love you, and all of your feelings for him had been natural and real.

You feared the Sirens might come back, but Hyunjin promised to keep you safe, and you believed him.

Han {Satyr}

He was tired, he hadn't been thinking.

You entered the room and your smile dimmed, and your brows furrowed and you slowly walked towards him.

He watched you with confusion, wondering what was wrong.

When you hands reached out, he hadn't realized until you touched them, that he had forgotten to hide his horns.

You smiled in awe, wondering out loud if he had been getting prosthetics done for a shoot or something, but then you slowly started to follow the horns to his scalp. Where they protruded from, his actual head.

You backed away, and Han stared at you in fear. Were you going to scream? Run?

"Han? Why do you have horns?"

He would swallow hard and slowly explain, asking you to sit so he could tell you everything.

Tell you how he was a descendants of the not so mythical Satyrs you had learned about in mythology classes.

He had a horn (and a tail, but he held back on that for now), and an innate desire for mischief, that you couldn't help but deny.

You would also later learn that this was also the reason his libido seemed so high (look it up).

You were confused, and hurt that he hadn't told you sooner, especially since you were in a long-term relationship.

But he explained he was afraid that you wouldn't accept him, that you would be afraid of him.

After taking some time for yourself, to think, you made him promise to ever hold anything like this back again, to answer all of your questions, and to trust you.

He agreed, and you started a new chapter in your relationship. That turned out to be filled with a lot more magic and whimsy than you expected.

Felix {Fairy}

When you learned Felix was a fairy, you couldn't say you were surprised, you had jokingly called him one many times.

But to learn it was true, you were shocked and thrown into a state of confusion and hurt.

Felix hadn't told you the truth about him, keeping something this big from you made you wonder what else you didn't know.

He begged you to listen to him, to believe he never wanted to hurt you, but with everything you had learned, you needed space.

He gave it to you, though reluctantly. Telling you he would wait however long it took for you to come back to him.

In reality, it didn't take that long at all. Because even if your world was now completely altered, he was still Felix. Your personal sunshine and the love of your life.

So what if he was a fairy? In fact that kind of added to his charm.

Even if you had resolved to love him no matter what, you made sure he listened to you, and understood he shouldn't have kept this from you for as long as he did.

He apologized again and again, and offered to tell and show you everything.

It was magical to say the least, and seeing Felix in this new light almost made you love him more.

And seeing how accepting you were, and how willing you were to stay for him, made him definitely love you ore. Though he hadn't thought that possible.

Seungmin {Vampire}

"Do you drink blood?" "No that's a myth." "Are you immortal?" "I'm only half-vampire so no." "Can you turn into a bat?" "Y/n, please."

You couldn't help the numerous questions that spilled out of you when Seungmin told you he was a Vampire.

Asking everything that came to mind was the only thing stopping you from panicking and running away.

You needed to know as much as you could to hear it all from Seungmin before you lost your composure.

After you ran out of questions, you sat in silence, contemplating how to react and what to do.

Seungmin watched you from across the room, his leg shaking nervously, anxiety obvious on his features.

"I think...I need to go home." When fear crossed his face you added on "Just for the night, I think I need time to process all of this." He nodded, but you saw he was fighting the urge to convince you to stay.

He did let you go, but made sure to send you goodnight texts, just to let you know he was still there.

The next day, when you saw him again, you felt more nervous than you had around him since you met.

"I'm not sure how to feel but, I'm glad you told me. It might take me some time to get used to it, but I want to stay with you."

He was more than relieve, and nearly ecstatic, and couldn't help but pull you into his arms.

He poured out his feelings in a rambled speech, most of which you missed, but you could sense his love and care for you, and that made it all easier on you.

It was a lot to get used too, but Seungmin was patient, he would wait as long as it took for you to fully accept him and get used to everything you had learned.

I.N {Phoenix}

He should be dead. But hes not. He's here in front of you, explaining why he's not dead but you can barely listen. Your heartbeat is too loud in your head.

You can barely stand, so he helps you sit. He comforts you, begs you to understand, to listen to him, but its all too surreal.

You thought he had died, but here he was.

"I don't understand."

"I know, but I'll explain, everything I promise."

You listened, still in shock, but focused on his words.

Part of you thought you must be dreaming. Nothing he is saying makes sense.

"But aren't Phoenix birds?"

"That's the original form a Phoenix can take. But long ago, there were a special type of Phoenix that could take on human form, and now, genetically the power can be passed on."

"This seems too unbelievable."

"I know, it was to me too, I thought it was some crazy story my parents told me for fun. But, it's not. I understand how you feel, but please, just let me explain everything else."

It took a while for you to believe him, it took explanations not only from him, but his parents, and old books shown to you that had been kept in his family for generations.

Once it finally settled in your brain that it was real, you were astounded.

You were so shocked you couldn't even be angry that he hadn't told you sooner.

"You know, now that you know my family secret, you have to stay with me forever." He joked one day.

"Why or you'll kill me?" He just stared at you and you froze. "You wont kill me right?"

He would start laughing and pull you into his arms, making you groan and smack his shoulder.

"I'd never hurt you. I promise."

xx End xx

Yeah it's trash, I'm sorry DX

General Taglist: @otsilliak

Stray Kids Taglist: @laylasbunbunny, @skz1-4-3

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lilquokka04 · 2 years

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🎈Attention🎈

-summary- Felix and Han get into another argument and get upset when you scold them.

-word count-644

-warnings- poly Jilix, they both use mommy

-a/n- These two are just adorable and I wanted to write a little something with both of them. This fic doesn't really have any member x member interaction? But I wouldn't mind trying something like that in the future. Now I kinda want to do a bunch of these poly relationships with the rest of skz 🙃

"Hannn you're taking all the blanket!" Han rolled his eyes and gave the blanket another tug. "Am not!" You let out a sigh as you came in and saw the two boys arguing. "What are you two fighting over now?" They barely looked at you before continuing to argue. You rubbed your temples in frustration, not having the energy to deal with this right now.

"Stop fighting or you're both sleeping on the couch!" You scolded them and they instantly stopped fighting, staring wide eyed at you before they dropped their gazes to their laps. You approached them and gently lifted Felix's chin to see his eyes. He looked up at you with a pout and eyes full of tears ready to spill over. You glanced over at Han and saw him looking at you the same way Felix was. You caressed Felix's cheek with your thumb and softened your voice. "Will someone tell me why you were arguing?" Han sniffled and looked at his lap, playing with his fingers in embarrassment. "H-he was hogging the b-blanket..." He practically whispered it in fear of being scolded again. Felix tried to argue back. "No I wasn't! And y-you were pushing me!" You silenced both of them before they could start arguing again. "Look, if you two can't be nice to each other then you're going to have to sleep somewhere else." Han released a whine and grabbed onto your shirt. "N-no! I don't wanna sleep without mommy!" At the same time, Felix grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, tugging on it. "Don't make us leave! Can't sleep without mommy..." The poor boy begged you to let him stay. You bit your lip to suppress a smile at how quickly their behavior changed. "Alright alright. But you have to promise me no more fighting okay?" They both quickly nodded their heads with smiles on their faces. You gave a kiss to Felix and heard Han start to complain so you turned to him and planted a kiss on his lips as well. Han let out a little giggle and climbed under the covers, cheeks a light pink. "Good boys. Now let's go to sleep okay?" You got up and shut off the lights, climbing into the middle of the bed and slipping under the covers. Felix joined both of you under the blankets, attaching himself to you and making Han do the same. Han's head was resting on your chest and his hands curled up into fists under his chin. Felix placed his head on your stomach and his arms around your waist. You gave the top of Han's head a peck and played with Felix's hair.

You laid there in silence long enough that you thought both of the boys had fallen asleep, until Han whispered a question, quiet so that Felix wouldn't hear him."I'm a good boy right? Better than Felix?" You eyes widened in disbelief, surprised that he was still awake and that he had asked that right in front of Felix. "Han, you both act like brats all the time okay? And I don't have a favorite so drop it." Han whined and you lightly flicked his nose. "Be nice to Felix, he's not competition. Felix loves you too you know." Han pouts and tucks his head back into your chest, mulling over what you said. After a minute or two you see Han take one of his hands and gently place it on Felix's head, stroking his hair. You smile at the sight and give Han a peck on the head. "Good boy." You feel Felix shift closer to you and nuzzle his head into your side, a little smile planted on his face.

#skz reactions #skzimagines #skz fluff #han imagine #felix imagines #poly!skz #softskzhours #sub!han jisung #sub!felix #poly!jilix #LilQuokka

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jenli-leleesss · 11 months

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♡ ─ bf!stray kids reacting to you leaving them on read after they tell you they love you

warning(s): swearing, pet names (babe, baby, babygirl, sunflower, babycakes, ), mentions of food

request: Hello I was wondering if I request a stray kids text message where they text you they love you but you leave them on read. I have a tendency to just mark texts as read when I'm doing something and being like 'oh I'll get back to them when i finish with this' but i always forget 😅

#8530D1 … stray kids masterlist

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blu-joons · 2 years

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When They Protectively Move You Behind Them ~ Stray Kids Reaction

Bang Chan:

You didn’t quite know what to do as the group of fans quickly moved towards you, but luckily for you, you had Chan by your side. His hand reached out straight away and moved you right behind his back.

“Don’t panic, I’ve got you,” Chan whispered across to you, straightening out his shoulders to be able to shield you as best as he could.

“Don’t you have security to stop these things happening?” You asked Chan, barely able to finish speaking before you were swarmed.

Chan took a deep breath, keeping his hand against your waist, “can you guys give us a bit of space?”

You stayed perfectly still behind Chan as you listened to him greet his fans, feeling his eyes glance back at you every so often to make sure that you were alright until they left you both alone.

“And they’re gone,” Chan joked, moving you back around so that you were stood in front of him once the group had gone.

“That was a lot,” you frowned, still feeling your heart race slightly, “how do you deal with that so calmly, it’s chaos.”

“I was calm only to keep you safe.”

Lee Know:

Your eyes widened as soon as you saw the crowds that were in the arena, looking to Minho straight away. As soon as he saw the fear in your eyes, Minho moved you behind his back so that you were looked after.

“Nothing’s going to happen,” Minho smiled at you past his shoulder, knowing that the number of people around worried you.

“There’s so many famous people here,” you whispered to Minho, getting more and more nervous the larger the crowds got.

Minho kept a hold on your hand with you behind him, “stay with me and you’ll be alright Y/N.”

Your head nodded, knowing that if anyone was going to keep you safe in amongst the busy crowds, it was Minho. “I’ve never been to an awards ceremony before, I wasn’t expecting all of this.”

“It’s alright, it takes some time to get used to,” Minho smiled, continuing to reassure you every chance that he got to.

“Thank you,” you told him, appreciative of how much effort he was putting into protecting you and keeping you safe too.

“There’s no need to thank me Y/N.”

Changbin:

His head shook as soon as Changbin noticed a group of people staring across at you on the other side of the restaurant. He shuffled his chair along so that he was closer to you, moving his arm across you.

“Don’t panic,” he told you as he felt your eyes glance across at him, not quite sure why you were suddenly being shielded by him.

“What’s going on?” You asked Changbin, looking around the restaurant to try and see if you could spot what he had seen.

His eyes remained on you as you spoke, “there’s some people staring, I think they might fancy you.”

Your eyebrows knitted together as you looked around the restaurant, failing to notice anyone looking in your direction. “Are you sure that you’re not just getting a little bit paranoid?”

“I saw them,” Changbin assured you, “maybe they’ve got my message that you’re mine and stopped staring at you already.”

“That’s why you’re suddenly protecting me,” you sniggered, “do you really think anyone would approach me Changbin?”

“It’s always better to be safe than sorry.”

Hyunjin:

The smile on your face as you noticed Monsta X approaching was all that Hyunjin needed to see to move you behind his back, protecting you as idol groups passed the two of you by, greeting Hyunjin as they did.

“I don’t want anyone near you,” Hyunjin told you as you looked to him in confusion after being protectively moved aside by him.

“I’m not going to run off with any of them if that’s what you’re worried about,” you assured him, chuckling back at him too.

A sigh came from Hyunjin, “I see that smile on your face, I’m not risking anyone impressing you.”

Your eyes widened as you stepped away from Hyunjin’s back and back to his side again. “Are you really protecting me? Or are you moving me because you’re starting to get a little jealous?”

“Me? Jealous? No way,” Hyunjin scoffed, however as his voice stuttered, you could tell exactly how he was feeling.”

“I like their music, I just want to say hello to some idols,” you told him. “Even if some of those idols are Monsta X too.”

“Just remember they’re not as good as me.”

Han:

The screams of the fans made your body tense up as soon as you walked out of the apartment block. Jisung could feel your panic beside him, wrapping his arm around you and moving you to hide behind him.

“It’s alright,” he weakly smiled across at you as you tentatively moved, trying your best to follow him and trust that he would keep you safe too.

“Shouldn’t you go and say hi?” You asked Jisung, noticing the distance that he kept between him and the fans, staying beside you.

His head shook in response to you, “I’m not moving from you, I don’t want anything to happen.”

Your eyes flickered around, struggling to take everything that was going on in. “Won’t they get mad if you don’t go and say hi?” You then asked Jisung, but once again his head shook back at you.

“They’re waiting for us outside our home, they don’t deserve to be greeted,” Jisung confidently assured you.

“Only if you’re sure,” you told him, feeling his grip on your waist tighten to let you know that he wasn’t going anywhere.

“You’re more important to keep safe.”

Felix:

Your eyes widened in panic as you watched one of your friends grab onto the hair of another of your friends, gasping loudly. As your friends began to fight across the room, Felix’s hand reached out for your waist.

“Go behind me,” he told you, not wanting for you to get caught up in anything as your friends finally let the drink get the better of them at the party.

“Shouldn’t we stop them?” You asked Felix, peering over his shoulder so that you could at least see what was going on between them.

His head shook back at you, “don’t even think about it, I don’t want you to get hurt between them.”

Your head nodded as a couple of your other friends stepped forwards and tried their best to pull the two of them apart. “Well, that’s one way to ruin what was actually a pretty fun house party.”

“What is it with your friends?” Felix laughed as he let you move out from his back once they were both separated.

“I keep telling you that they struggle to hold their alcohol,” you reminded him, a smirk etched upon your face.

“As long as you’re not hurt, that’s all.”

Seungmin:

Straight away as you looked across the shop, Seungmin recognised the reason why your body had tensed up. His hand guided you behind his back so that you were out of view, making sure they couldn’t see you.

“Stay where you are,” Seungmin whispered to you as he kept an eye on your old school friend who was walking around, unaware that you were there.

“I don’t want to talk to her,” you nervously whispered to Seungmin, remembering the fallout of your friendship as if it was only yesterday.

His head nodded back across at you, “stay behind my back and I promise that she won’t see you.”

With every step that Seungmin took, you followed, making sure that you mirrored his frame. “Is she still there?” You asked Seungmin after moving around for a few minutes without looking up.

“She’s heading for the door,” Seungmin told you as he kept a close eye on her, stepping aside as soon as she went.

“Thank you,” you told him, letting go of a sigh of relief, “I don’t know what I’d have done if I had to talk to her.”

“There’s no need to worry now.”

I.N:

The moment that Jeongin walked out of the broadcast station and saw the cameras that were all around, his arm moved around you. Carefully, he moved you behind him, keep a close eye on you as well.

“Stay behind me,” Jeongin whispered to you, using his frame to shield most of the cameras from you, hiding all of the flashes that went off.

“I’m alright,” you told him, but Jeongin still kept you where he could keep you safe, not wanting to risk anyone taking their chance with you.

His eyes remained on you as you walked, “trust me, these sorts of things can be pretty harsh Y/N.”

Your head nodded, sticking beside Jeongin until you managed to get somewhere where no cameras could be found. “That was a lot,” you sighed as you moved away from behind Jeongin’s back.

“We’ve always got to be careful around the media,” he warned you, “the last thing I want is for them to hurt you Y/N.”

“They won’t be able to do that when I’ve got you protecting me, will they?” You replied, offering Jeongin a wide smile.

“Exactly, and I’ll always keep you safe.”

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