#MR YONGBOK

[tfshouldidohere]

HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BDAY TO OUR ONE AND ONLY LEE FELIX YONGBOK

[catiuskaa]

you asked me to stay. [Not yet].

PAIRING! idol!bangchan x reader

SUMMARY: even if idols 'don’t date fans', there are no rules against a little bit of teasing, and so it happens that Mr Bang Chan here really likes your kind of thinking.

WC: 4.1k

CW: starts off fluffy, then angsty if you squint?, but develops into a (short but still) spicy NSFW. lol, the triangle of (fan)fiction! not gonna say anything else cause I don’t want to spoil it, teehee. Have fun! (I did!)

REQUESTED! here by my sweet 'n spicy baby @sharonxdevi, hope you like my take on it! <3

A/N: wanted to pop down here as a reminder that just because the setting is a fan meeting and yada yada, this work is still unrelated to Channie as an idol. now, please keep reading! I really like how this one turned out 🤭

[♦️☆🔒☆♦️]

He's so sweet.

You kept giggling and blushing like an idiot, but how couldn't you? The Christopher Bang was right before you, smiling and laughing at the lame jokes you blabbered as a blush surely creeped out, your face a deep shade of a pinkish tone.

“Oh, and I wanted to mention that you look so amazing in your performances! You have me addicted, Chan.” You giggled.

He chuckled, blushing lightly, raising a hand to his mouth, half covering it. “Really?”

You could melt at the sight of him.

“Yeah! I’ve watched all your fancams.” You nodded with enthusiasm.

His laughs turned louder, his ears red. “I feel so shy knowing someone as pretty as you watches me dance so much.”

…

You blinked, your eyes wide.

As what?

He cheeked his tongue, eyeing at you sheepishly.

Oh. So he knew what he was doing.

You smirked softly. Your change in attitude made him raise his eyebrows slightly.

“One minute.”

You eyed at the suited man that came to talk to Chan and smiled. He left back to his position, and you leaned closer to the idol.

“Just have to say, that tongue of yours?” You chuckled, and to him, it was one fo the most enticing sounds he had heard in a while. “Keep it in your mouth if you don’t want STAY to act up.”

There was a bubbly feeling in your stomach that only heightened when you watched his face displaying raw surprise.

You were about to combust in spontaneous fire because, well, you just flirted with an idol, a real famous one, that is, but then, he smirked, leaning even closer to you. You could feel his breath on the shell of your ear. His hand softly took yours, and your breath hitched as he snickered playfuly, making you feel a shiver travel down your spine.

“I’m thinking there are far more interesting places where I could keep it.” He grinned in a teasing tone, staring at your lips for a second, licking his own. “But I’m obedient. I’ll keep my mouth shut if you say so.” He stated lowly, his eyes locked on yours. …

Oh.

OH.

MY GOD.

He squeezed your hand, sitting back again. His face was covered by a shade of red, and he couldn’t exactly place what had taken over him.

For a moment, he bit his lip, wary of your reaction, considering you hadn’t so much as muttered anything, frozen in your place.

But then you chuckled, struggling to grasp what had just happened, and his whole body relaxed when you squeezed his hand too.

“Bet. You won’t.” You snickered, standing up, siren eyes staring down at him as you moved away, allowing the next person’s turn.

He winked at you as you left.

W-What had just happened?

Your mind felt fuzzy.

Had Bang Chan just done the triangle method on you?

Chan stared at your back before facing the person in front of him.

He could’ve sworn he had seen you before.

[♦️☆🔒☆♦️]

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

Chan grimaced at Hyunjin, sinking his head back on the pillow in his hotel room.

“Leave him alone, Jinnie.” Yongbok frowned slightly. “But I have to say. Not the smartest move, mate.”

Chan sighed in frustration. “I know, I know.”

And it was because he knew that he didn’t dare to say, but just thinking about you, he also knew for a fact that he wouldn’t hesitate on doing it again. Had he had the opportunity, maybe even more.

But idols don’t do that.

Because it is for a reason that idols don’t date fans. Marketing? 100%. Sure. But it also protected them from scandals and such. Or that’s what Chan liked to say to himself.

Felix felt a bit guilty. Chan had gotten scolded by almost all the members now, some who went more ballistic than others —like Hyunjin, who still was fuming, claiming that if Chan was going to do something forbidden, he could’ve said something better than that—, but he looked at the fellow Australian and stood up, laying his small hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder.

The taller one stopped his rambling against Chan and his alleged lack of creativity regarding flirting, and his eyes softened, looking at Yongbok.

“Give the man a break.” Felix smiled softly. “He understands what he’s done. He’s a big boy. Right, Channie?”

The big boy lazily raised his hand from the bed, not moving his head from the pillow as he hummed and raised his thumb.

“This bitch—” Hyunjin started, threatening to throw a pillow at the older one, but Felix quickly pushed him away, taking him back to their room.

Finally alone after what seemed like a lifetime, Chan turned around, staring at the ceiling.

He covered his face with his hands.

Reckless. Stupid, reckless idiot.

It had to be past twelve when he got tired of waiting for sleep to get to him. That never happened anyways. So he stood up with a groan, yawning out of boredom, quickly fetching a jacket and heading to the elevators with slow steps.

He got in and slowly started to put on his beanie and his mask, which wouldn’t really make a difference if someone recognized him, still, it gave him some reassurance. But then, the elevator stopped barely two floors after he got in.

His whole body tensed up.

He recognized who stepped in, messy hair, funny slippers and padded jacket on.

He knew who that was, because he had been right.

He had seen you before.

“Oh.” You smiled, and he could tell by the small wrinkles in your eyes, because the bottom half of your face was hidden by the jacket’s high neck. “Good night.” You mumbled softly.

He nodded. He was afraid you’d recognize him. He was unsure of what to do himself —or if he should do anything—, he couldn’t even think of how you would react. And just the idea that you wouldn’t like seeing him there made him hide his face more in his dark mask, so instead, he fidgeted with his room card, not daring to look at you for too long.

“Trouble sleeping?” You pondered in a kind tone. He nodded again, and you smiled. He had to hold back the impulse of lowering your jacket just so he could see your bright features, the ones that had charmed him so much barely a couple of hours ago.

“Same here.” You muttered, and he could’ve sworn that your voice alone, warm and soothing, could singlehandedly lull him to sleep in a heartbeat. “Walking helps though, don’t you think?”

He, again, just managed to nod. But for some reason, your presence didn’t make him feel guilty for not talking. In the middle of the night nothing seemed to have any rules between you two and the four walls of the elevator.

“Sorry, am I bothering you?” You asked in a murmur.

It was the first time he shook his head no, vigorously so, and you blushed lightly, smiling.

“Good to know.” You grinned, chuckling softly. The elevator dinged, arriving to the last floor. Chan held back a frustrated groan, yearning to keep hearing your voice.

“Have a good night.” You smiled, but his hand softly took yours.

“Huh?” You muttered softly.

Chan struggled. Fuck, shit, fuck. He had done that completely out of reflex. He didn’t know what to say, and just scrathed the side of his face, staring at your linked hands.

He shook his head once more, asking you to stay.

To you, you already had the weird feeling that you knew him. But he touched your hand, and something from it felt shockingly familiar.

Now, you could’ve sworn you had seen him before.

“What is it?” You asked, your voice coated in something sweet, something that Chan suddenly wanted to taste. “Would you like to walk with me?”

He nodded eagerly. And you grinned sheepishly.

You two crossed through the hotel main’s hall nonchalantly, and Chan just followed you, intriegued that you hadn’t taken the main entrance door to exit.

“Trust me,” you muttered, smiling. He felt it was scary that he would, in a heartbeat. “The gardens are so much better.”

You took his hand. A motion completely out of reflex, that both of you only allowed yourselves to yearn for in silence.

You grinned at him, turning around, and his breath hitched, lips parted beneath his mask when he realized how close you were.

You opened a black door to your right with a soft push of your body.

The hotel gardens at night were like a dream. The moonlight turned everything into a soft, magical scene. Tall trees swayed quietly, and you could hear crickets and leaves rustling. There was a small lake below it, its water calm, that reflected the image above it like a mirror, moon and stars glistening on the clear surface.

Even if Chan was only looking at the glow through your eyes.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You grinned.

You stared back at him. Something in his eyes reminded you of someone you knew. A peculiar someone, that is.

He hummed in agreement, and your smile widened.

“Shall we?” You giggled in a murmur, letting him step outside before you.

There was a warmth in the night that ushered Chan to take off his mask and hat.

But he didn’t dare to. Not yet.

You two walked alongside, hands and knuckles brushing against each other, and the idol allowed himself to grin as you smiled, looking at the flowers that decorated the place. It was the first time in his life that he had found solace in the shared silence of insomnia.

With a swift motion, he surrendered. He felt like it wasn’t fair to know who you where if you didn’t —or couldn’t— recognize him. To hell with it, he thought, taking his hat and mask off.

But, much to his surprise, you didn’t so much as glance at him. You just snickered when he sighed, sounding happier, breathing in the sudden cold breeze that swooshed in the garden.

“Better, huh?” You mumbled in light amusement.

He smiled, shoving his hidden identity in his pockets.

“Much.” Chan muttered.

His heart beat loudly on his ears. He could feel it pulsating rapidly, waiting for the moment where you would turn to face him.

But you weren’t, just strolling down the stone path, callously ignoring his nervous demeanour.

He was about to stop and move you, but instead, your hand took his again.

And then you squeezed it lightly. Much like he had done a couple of hourse ago.

His breath hitched. He stopped walking.

“Chan?” You smiled.

He felt chaos unravel inside him, his cheeks blushing, his palms getting sweaty, and his heart giddily beating in his chest.

Another rush of soft air crossed through the hotel’s gardens, making your hair move with it. He could smell your light scent, something that felt warm inside him, something that he felt could lull him asleep.

You grinned.

“Hi.”

He chuckled lowly. He hadn’t let go of your hand. A part of him didn’t want to. Not yet.

“Hi.”

He saw you blush under the moonlight, not knowing his red-tinted cheeks were more obvious than yours.

“What’s a boy as pretty as you doing in a place like this?”

…

He blinked, his eyes wide.

As what?

He saw you cheek your tongue, doe eyes looking at him teasingly.

Oh. So you knew what you were doing.

He chuckled, thinking that was going to be all your teasing.

“Judging by how long it took for you to talk, I guess you did mean to keep your end of the deal.”

“Huh?” He inquired softly.

“You know.” You bit your lip and blushed a bit more, making him more interested, taking a step towards you without realizing. “Keeping your mouth shut. Like the obedient boy you are.”

He started breathing heavily, a low laugh rolling off his tone.

“Oh, yeah?” His smirk was only powered by yours. “I must say, I can be quite rebellious.”

“Really?” You snickered, feeling his hand squeeze yours again.

“Very.” He gulped. His bravado only lasted for so much, and deep inside, he was equally scared as curious.

He wanted to keep going. He wanted you to stay.

“Are you trying to prove it?” You mocked cheekily.

He stared at your lips, his breath felt heavy. “Would you like me to prove it?”

His hand threatened to reach for your cheek, but it was you who finally held it and moved it towards your face.

“Bet.” You giggled. “You won’t.”

The night air was crisp as your eyes, deep and expressive, locked with his, inviting and enticing, a secret to be held in them. His hair, often styled with flair, rested curly and messy, but you couldn’t help but get lost in the untamed beauty that he portrayed. Not even his lips gently grazing yours could wipe either of your smiles under the moonlight.

And then, for a moment, it wasn’t gentle.

Maybe it was because he sighed against your lips, or maybe it was because you followed an impulse and bit his lower lip, but then it got twisted. Tongues danced with one another, fighting for dominance in a burst of sudden passion.

“C-chan,” you gulped, arms traveling to his nape, playing with his hair. It made him weak.

“Chris,” he sighed, yearning to taste your lips again. And again. He didn’t want to stop. Not yet. “Call me— call me Chris.”

You chuckled. “Only if you call me…”

You were going to tease him, but your ideas suddenly flew away form your mind when he started peppering kisses on your neck, grazing your skin with his teeth.

“What?” He snickered. “A pet name of sorts?” He was teasing you, and he was so enjoying it, tasting the weirdly sweet and enticing flavour of your skin in his lips. “Would you like that, princess?” God, he needed more.

You bit your lip, holding back sounds behind heavy breaths, and he patted your thighs, making you jump into his arms without hesitation. Quickly, he moved the both of you, pinning you against the wall closest to you.

“C-chan…” He bit your skin slightly harder. “Chris! Ah, Chris…!”

“F-fuck…” He muttered. “I… I can’t…” He leaned his head in the crook of your neck, now covered in small and red lovebites. “You smell so good.”

You pecked his forehead, trying to catch your breath, your hands stroking his soft hair.

“Not here, right?” You smiled, soothing, comprehensive. His heart softened.

He nodded, sighting against your neck. He let go of your legs, allowing you to stand back on your feet tenderly.

“I’m sorry….?” Chan mumbled shyly. You giggled, brushing it off.

You were about to say something, but then the gravel cracked under someone’s weight. One that wasn’t either of you.

He tensed up under your arms.

You sighed. “Move!” You ushered in a whisper.

He frowned, his eyes darting from you and from where the sound had come from.

“But you—”

“Chan!” You pushed him away, hiding him behind another wall, and quickly took your phone from the pocket of your jacket, zipping back up what Chris had lowered.

“Who’s in there?”

Chan’s breath haltered.

You had hid him just a wall more, meaning that if the security guard found any of you, chances were that he wouldn’t be caught. You would.

You both held your breathing, hands interlinked even if your bodies were as far away as they could to do so, your heartbeats quickening in sync.

And then, it was just silence for a minute, the gravel cracked below the security guard’s feet, and he left as sudden as he had arrived.

You legs felt like jelly, and you let your back fall down the wall, ending up sitting on the floor with a huff.

“You were going to get in trouble.” Chris muttered.

You looked at him from the floor. The moonlight highlightened his lean figure and charismatic features.

You nodded. “It wouldn’t be me who’d get in the worst of it.” You smiled softly.

He nodded with you.

“We should go before it gets too late.”

Just before heading back together to the elevators, you looked to the reception, and grinned softly.

The elevator back up felt more silent than usual. And for some reason that could speak and make him blush, Chan missed the sound of your voice.

“Good night, Chris.”

It wasn’t going to be a good night.

Not after that interruption, which not only scared the shit out of him, but also made him rethink everything he was doing with you.

Chan arrived back to his room. After half an hour of mindlessly staring at the nightsky through the window, someone knocked on the door.

Could it be you? Chris blushed at the thought.

He opened the door to find nothing. Then, he looked to the floor, and found a mug of hot chocolate and a small note.

may have taken a peek to your room card before. i had fun tonight! see you tomorrow? xoxo, your princess.

He grinned.

Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad night after all.

[♦️☆🔓☆♦️]

When he woke up the morning after, his mouth still tasted like chocolate.

There had been nothing that could wipe the silly grin on his face that day. Not his packed schedule, not the knowledge that they had to go back home and it would be his last night there, not the fact that Han had come into his room just to look for his missing sock —which, for obvious reasons, he never found there—, not the fact that Hyunjin was still bitter with him because of what he had named the ‘pretty girl disaster’ —which Chan intended to tell you just to see if you’d laugh like he had imagined.

His mind was filled to the brim with thoughts of you.

Your flavoured chapstick, your sweet scent, the way you mumbled his name —his real one, that is—, how your eyes glowed under the moonlight, how his hands fit perfectly in the curves of your waist.

He sighed happily for the upteenth time that day, coming out of the shower.

But then, Minho came in to his room.

“Hyung.” He started, and his low tone didn’t seem to bring good news.

Chan nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“I know I’m not really good at these things, but I think you should see this.”

The dancer handed him the phone, and Chan turned pale.

It was a picture taken from last night. Chan’s silhouette was fairly obvious, slightly pixelated and hidden by his beanie and his mask. And right in front of him, back facing the camera, was you, your hand holding his.

“So it is you. That’s what I thought,” Minho mumbled. “A random number sent it to Hyunjin. He saved the picture and blocked it, but we thought you should know.”

“Did they know it was me?” Chan stuttered.

The cat owner shook his head, and Chan was able to breathe normally again. “They thought it had been me with Jisung.”

It was there when Chan’s daydreaming faltered.

His thoughts started spinning, not knowing how or where to start.

Would you know about this?

What would you do?

“Hyung.” Minho sighed. “We’re leaving tomorrow.”

And Chan hadn’t been able to grasp that, but someone did.

The same someone who knocked on his door at night.

“Guys, you have your own cards.” Chan muttered, opening the door.

But it hadn’t been any of the guys.

“Hi.” You let out in a sight, panting.

Had you ran your way there?

“Hi.” He mumbled weakly.

“Can I…?” He opened the door for you, and quickly closed it back. He turned his back to you, his eyes wide and his heart going crazy.

“Chris.” You mumbled.

He turned around to face you.

“You asked me to stay last night and I went with you to the gardens.” You huffed. “But I want to stay here with you tonight.”

He blinked, passing a hand through his wavy hair. You were there. In front of him. Speaking. God, he had to concentrate.

“We’ll make a deal.” You breathed slowly, staring deeply into his eyes, yearning to know the secrets hidden behind them. “I’ll leave this here.”

You gently plopped your phone on the table near the door to his room. He was still standing there, as if frozen, pyjama pants on and only a bathrobe covering his lean and toned chest.

“A pretty man called Hyunjin came to me talking about some picture,” you started softly. “But yesterday didn’t happen so I’d ruin a man’s career.” His eyes followed how you raised your hands and smiled, and he couldn’t help but smile back.

“It’s off.” Your voice lowered, and he got slightly closer, as if wanting to hear you better. “The phone, I mean. Feel free to check it.”

Surprisingly, he just stared at it, then smiled cheekily, heading towards you.

Your eyebrows shot up and you felt deliciously small under his new-formed grin, and how his hands cradled your face.

He pecked your lips with a yearning sigh.

“I missed you.”

You blushed.

“You can have me all night.” Your smile made him feel butterflies on his stomach. “Just me and you.”

He kissed you again, longer this time.

His frame slowly caged you against the door, and he broke the kiss, stroking your cheeks. His body was pressed up against yours, his lips parted as he breathed softly, taking you in. He could feel heat running down his body just by the feeling of you back in his arms, and the only thought that he had clear is that he couldn't hold back anymore.

He needed to kiss you, again, and again, and again. He needed to figure out what you tasted like. He needed to have you. Your hands had gone back to where they had been the night before, and the way you stared at his lips threatened to make him fall to his knees.

His eyes were glued on your lips, and not long after, his mouth followed.

Chris’ heart was pounding against his chest, and he knew for a fact that he had never felt this way before. Never in his whole life. The more he tasted your lips, the kiss almost as passionate as your first one, the more you ruined him, claiming him as yours, making him addictied to the way you sighed and grinned as he moved your bodies to the bed, the hotter his body became.

He fell with you on the matress, and much to his surprise, you moved your bodies, sitting on his lap, taking a groan out of him.

“Such a beauty,” you mumbled, almost to yourself rather than him. “All for me, huh?” You smirked.

The whole world was hazy, the only thing that was clear was your body and your words. Just hearing your voice saying those words to him made him shiver, a shiver that he never experienced before.

He smirked too, and sighed when you untied his bathrobe, your hands roaming freely wherever you wanted to, stroking his chest, claiming him with kisses, the soft colour that they left behind, pink due to your lipstick, and the soft scratches of your nails, that made him bite his lip to keep his sounds hidden.

“Nuh-uh.” You tutted at him with a smile.

He snickered. “Oh, princess. Two can play that game.”

His hands pinned you down against the bed, his lips quickly going back to yours.

“You said I needed to keep my tongue to myself, and I promised that I would” He grinned, almost menacingly, lowering himself, trailing kisses down your body, discarding your underwear.

“I intend to break that promise.”

Maybe you and him would be difficult.

But he had asked you to stay, and you did. And he didn’t want to stop trying. Not yet.

[♦️☆🔒☆♦️]

~Kats, who did most of this in a hospital bed (‘m okay now dw) but fell asleep and didn’t publish it, lol. I LOVED THIS IDEA POOKIE TYSM !!

[bangchansnudes]

just thoughts about fwb2lovers!felix.

how you even became his fuck buddy, you’ll never know 🤷‍♂️. boy is PoPuLaR and friends with almost everyone you can think of on bloody campus. he was not only sweet but also charming and awfully smooth. the type you’d bring home to your parents, a literal poster boy for the role yet he’d be balls deep into you in the backseat of his car, the moment you guys leave.

that’s why the ladies loved him so much...

yet you of all people, caught his eye. felix went right up to you one night at a party and charmed the hell out of you with that damn smile while so smoothly calling you pretty. and of course one thing led to another before you ended up in his bed. but the boy was also quick to tell you that although he had fun, he didn’t want a relationship while going to college. he just wanted to fuck, really. 

and that was how this fwb started.

the words to describe this fwb with felix would be -fucking confusing-.

as hard as you tried to not see it as anything other than fucking, you just couldn’t! the man was just so touchy feely with you, always having his hands on your body, holding you, keeping you close to him at all times, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. ESPECIALLY whenever he was over, omg, he’d act like he was attached to you by the damn hip. back hugs, front hugs, side hugs, waist hugs, even shower hugs. to list a few.

of course you start to fall for him (who wouldn’t?) but knowing that he was just naturally nice and flirty, you assumed he treated ALL girls like this.

well you’re half right.

at first, felix was really in it for a quick fuck but he gradually grew attached to you after spending so much time together. he felt more like himself and was so comfortable around you. often enough, he’d find himself even heading to your apartment without even realising it. going to your place after class, after work or after parties had become such a norm for him. he knew from here that he liked you more than he should’ve... so he sweeps it under the rug, not wanting to ruin the arrangement.

but as much as he tried to suppress these feelings, he couldn’t. he even became unknowingly jealous, often watching in the corners of his eyes to see if other guys approached you. unfortunately for him, these things happened so often and whenever it did, oh god, mr lee yongbok would smirk at the audacity of these men trying to touch what belonged to him. you.

but oblivious-little-you wouldn’t even catch on to any of this. even after felix began surprising you with cute gifts, taking you out on dinner dates, holding your hand in public... yet you had no clue. you just thought you were being delusional.

so after getting drunk one night, felix finds himself standing at your front door again. the moment your door opens, the man literally throws himself onto you, like one of those kdrama scenes lol. he’d cup your cheeks and lean in, kissing you with so much affection while you’re like O-O. he’ll tell you that he wants to end this fwb relationship... only because he had broken the very first rule of it. 

he had fallen for you.

and you live happily ever after 😊

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[jiniret-writings]

Spa Nights with Felix

The recent skz code was so cute! I think I'm gonna do one of these for all of the members!

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Felix x Reader

Warnings: None

Other Members' Parts:

Bangchan || Leeknow || Changbin || Hyunjin || Han || Felix || Seungmin || I.N

Spa nights with Felix were a weekly thing

Even when your schedules got super hectic, you always made sure to carve out time for a spa night to de-stress and just be around each other.

They'd usually happen at your place since even the cuties-dorm can get hectic, but on the chance that you have it as his place, at least one of the other members joins in as well!

You always start by putting his hair up. Especially since it's gotten so long, you use this chance to put one of the cute clips you ordered into his hair.

He always insists on pampering you first.

He's one insistent chick.

He's so gentle with you. He'd align the face mask perfectly and smooth it out with so much care to make sure every inch of your face was covered.

Massage king

Gentle massages while you did your mask were a must

It's just his way of showing he cares for you so much

When it was his turn, he'd be a little menace. He'd tickle your sides and make you laugh sooo much

Mr. Poutty would pucker his lips the SECOND his mask was secured, you can't convince me otherwise.

If you try to put cucumbers on his face, he'd try to eat them

Once everything's been applied, you'd put on your guys' show and start watching, but then at some point your attention would go from the show to each other

After all, there's no better place to gossip, rant, and air out everything that happened that week than a spa night.

His full attention was on you no matter what you were talking about.

He's such an engaged listener, you'd have reactions for every point you'd bring up.

He'd talk about all the antics the boys had been up to and anything that was randomly on his mind.

Did ANYONE habitually call it a foon?

If the chicken came first, was it scared when it laid an egg?

How much would a cat bite hurt?

The world is full of mysteries and yongbok was plagued with questions.

You'd end the night in each others arms, whispering about your plans for the next week and trying to make date plans.

Its a super sweet time with a comfortable end

I hope you enjoyed! Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! I hope to have the other members' out in the next few days! As always, have a great morning, afternoon, evening, and night <3

-Jini

[shujohajohaminnie]

i2023 Kinktober!

Hello, Lovelies I have decided to participate in Kinktober. I know I know superrrrr late but whatever it will only one for each guy

Bang Chan ~ Pink Pandas ~ What starts off as an innocent late-night drive and shopping trip ends with the uncovering of Chan's public sex in a parking lot kink,

"Pandas? Are you sure there aren't any wolves" "I'm sure it's either the Pandas or the princess onesies" "But-" "Hey you're the one who cummed on both of our outfits so pick one"

Lee Minho ~ His pretty cheerleader ~ Who wouldve known that the guy you had a crush on shared those same feelings, but with a corrupting twist.

“It’s gonna hurt… just give it a second okay” He whispered, brushing some of your hair out of your face. “Tell me when okay” “M’kay” you mumbled searching for his hand grabbing his finger as you adjusted around him. 

Seo Changbin ~ Pink Princess ~ When your best friend's usual workout buddy cancels on him he has no other choice begging you to go with him.

"If you wanted to fuck me all you had to do was ask"

Hwang Hyunjin ~ Mrs. Black ~ You thought he was joking when he offered the idea of playing other people for the night.

“You’re a modern-day Jezebel” “I didn’t take you for a religious man” “You know what I mean” "Do I?"

Han Jisung ~ My Rockstar ~ You were his biggest supporter and he was yours, but will you support this insane idea of letting his bandmates watch the two at your most intimate.

“Come on baby… let 'em’ watch”

Lee Felix Yongbok ~ I've been watching you ~ Crushes you couldn't help, but what about obsession.

He was on cloud nine, his crush was talking to him, and in his delusional head, you asked him if he was sweet implying that you wanted to taste him. 

Kim Seungmin ~ Office hours ~ You couldn't deny how handsome he was, but he was your professor. It was prohibited, right?

“I’m sorry, but sir… why am I really failing your class, I know my attendance grade wouldn’t impact my actual work grade enough to bring me down to an F” “What are you suggesting… that I’m failing you”

Yang Jeongin ~ Mine ~ Was it smart to go to a party when there was a killer on the loose, no. Did you care, no?

"Come on Johnny take off the mask I'm serious" "I'm not Johnny" "What the fuck... is that blood?"

[yangkitties]

Cookies and Crazy ✩ l.fl

pairing: lee felix x gn!reader [established relationship] || word count: 0.9k genre: fluff || warnings: proof read but its been a while since i wrote this so it might be a shitty read sorry, mentions of food (this whole fic involves baking), you're gonna end up craving cookies so be warned synopsis: baking with your boyfriend on a free day seems fun... until he gets a little mischievous. note: yawl school has been INSANEEEE... and considering my jay fic flopped so hard i had to take a lil break :( but we're back in business baby 💪 plz feel free to send thoughts and asks mwah have fun reading :]

You were currently sitting on the desk beside Felix’s gaming set up, spinning on a swivel chair as you watched him play games with an expression of pure focus. His eyebrows furrowed slightly together, making the slit he had gotten recently disappear. Today, his freckles were on full display, making him look much more beautiful. Looking at him could have entertained you forever, but he was so close to you, just out of reach, you couldn’t help but want him all to yourself.

After a few more minutes, his face of concentration changed to a face of frustration. You knew this face, it meant he was loosing. He dejectedly tapped away, hoping he could save himself. Soon enough he lost, a cute pout adorning his lips. Before he could start another game though, you interjected. 

“Lix.” You bumped your chair to his, only to get a small ‘hm?’ out of him. ‘Lixxiiiieeee.’ This time you poked his arm. Still just a nod. ‘LEE FELIX YONGBOK!’ You yelled, pinching his arm. 

‘Ow, ow, ow, baby what is it?’ He questioned, pausing it before the game could start. ‘I’m bored.’ You pouted knowing he wouldn’t tell you off if you used your charm. 'N/N. Baby. Darling. Love of my life. What the fuck can I do about that?' He deadpanned, swivelling into gaming position again. Before he could start the game though, you plopped yourself on his lap, shaking your head. Felix finally realised how bored you were and gave you a ‘go ahead’ gesture, so you grabbed his mic and giggled out, ‘Sorry boys, Felix has to go now, see ya later!’ Before you completely quit the call you could here the boys whining but you couldn’t care less. 

‘Now, what do you want to do baby?’ Felix questioned, all his attention finally on you. His hand snuck under your hoodie (his to be accurate), softly massaging your hips. ‘I… actually don’t know…’ you huffed out, resting your head on his chest. ‘You’re bored but you don’t know what you want to do but still interrupted my gaming?’ He picked your face up, squishing your cheeks with his tiny hands. You tried to say yes but only a semblance of the sound left your lips. Felix giggled, shaking his head before completely embracing you.

After a couple of seconds, a loud growl erupted from your stomach ‘Uh…’ you frowned looking down at your belly. ‘You hungry love?’ You nodded, not knowing what else to do.

Felix straightened up suddenly, accidentally tipping you back and hitting your back against the desk. ‘Oh shi- sorry sorry. I just had a great idea!!!’ He exclaimed as he rubbed your back, hoping he didn’t hurt you too badly. ‘Well it better be worth the spinal damage you caused-’ You rolled your eyes and stood up, stretching to make sure everything was okay- ‘And what is this amazing idea Mr. Lee?’ 

‘We could bake cookies together!!’ Felix jumped up excitedly beside you, his trademark sunshine smile lighting up his entire face. ‘Bok. That’s the best idea you have ever had!’ you said laughing as you slung an arm around him and dragged him to the kitchen. 

Soon, you had soft jazzy music filling the kitchen and ingredients spread across the counter as the both of you started to make  cookies. 

As Felix set up the oven, you continue to mixed the cookie dough he had started to prepare earlier. You mixed the ingredients as fast as you could, hunger growing each second. 

Soon enough, a giggly voice bubbles up beside you, ‘No no N/n, you’re doing it all wrong!!’ Felix tsked, gently wrapping himself around you. Taking control of your arms, Felix starts to guide you. 

Goosebumps start to erupt all over you, quickly joined by a light pink dust and the feeling of warmth across your cheek. None of these developments go unnoticed to Felix, who decides to react with a deep chuckle. Low and smooth, his laughter lifts right into your ears, sending electrifying shivers down your body as your head flicks back to his shoulder. 

‘Anything wrong bub?’ Felix questions innocently, purposefully leaning over so now his face nearly directly in front of you. You huff, eliciting a deep rumbling laugh out of him as he goes back to directing you. 

Quickly you slip out of his embrace, grabbing a hand full of flour nearby and flicking it at him as revenge for getting you riled up. 

Now, there’s flour all over Felix’s apron, and an expression of shock on his face. Before you could react, Felix already has his hands full of flour and on your face, rubbing them all over. Within seconds, your face is covered in flour and the aghast expression on his face has been replaced by a cocky grin. 

‘Oh two can play this game,’ you say and grab his face, promptly kissing him all over his face and successfully transferring some of the flour from your face to his. Felix struggles to escape, sputtering as he frees himself from your grasp. 

You look each other up and down, bursting into laughter. Felix gently bumps his shoulder to yours, allowing you to rest your head on his. ‘We better finish this up.’ Felix points out, sighing. 

In silent harmony, you start to clean the flour and he starts to finish of the cookies. 

In no time you both have a fresh plate of chocolate chip cookies resting on your lap as the both of you cuddle and laugh, still trying to pick out bits of flour from each other’s faces. 

©️ yangkitties 2023 do not copy, plagiarise, or repost

[forthechubbies]

I Love him...and him♡// Skz! Aussie Boys Imagine 🔥☁️ Chubby Reader ♡ Warning! Me trying to write works in a aussie accent. I'm sorry in advance.

"Big nose." Bam!

"Hot head!" Wam!

"Auss..ie? Aussie. Trash?" Smack!

You were taken aback by this next one. "Binnie?" The sentence said Changbin, but you call him Binnie. "My Binnie's muscles are better than yours....and that's why I'm leaving you for Binnie?!" You gasped at the handwriting, obviously not yours. "Chan, Is this really necessary? Can't you find a different outlet to handle your anger?"

You distanced yourself, hopping off his lap, to which he whined about you leaving his thighs to freeze, and stood back to get the whole picture. "I mean, you strapped yourself to a chair and forced yourself to listen this-" While holding it, a particular word caught your eye in bold letters. C***.

Your mouth hung open. " Did you think of all these yourself? It gets quite vulgar after the first fours."

"No, The kids helped out too." He confessed, loving that silk nightgown on you. " I bought you that, lover? I haven't seen it before."

"I bet it was mainly Lee and Hannie, but I can clearly see Binnie had a take on this too. " You shook your head. "Oh, your mother bought it as a wedding gift. It's been sitting at the top of the closet since-" You cleared your throat, blushing.

"Our honeymoon night!? You have had that little number since our honeymoon night!" Effortlessly, Chan break out the restraints standing erect before you.

The clipboard coated your gasp as Chan took up your personal space; you eyed the crimson imprints staining his biceps from the harsh leather.

"Your precious Felix wrote the cunt one."His accent stuns you before his lips attack your neck-wait what!?

You shoved chan's chest away, more so, Chan moving out on his own. "That's not funny, Christopher. Yongbok would never say such a thing."

Chan rolled his eyes to high heaven once his back was turned. "Is that right, Lover?" Chan is more than aware of your bias- Felix being the main one. He isn't sure how this little schoolgirl crush began, but he oddly doesn't mind. He thinks it's cute how you defend your little Yongbok, not knowing the duality of Felix.

"Did you say something, Chan?" You asked, scrolling downstairs with a starving husband hot on your heels.

"I said I want burgahs." He exclaims, dramatically holding his hand over his tummy. " I haven't had a nice juicy burgah in years." Chan snatches you in his arms, accidentally manhandling you like his kids.

Chan didn't note anything but his carnivorous growling in his stomach. The man needs meat! He's a big boy, and big boys need to eat.

You gasped, looking up at chan, sporting a startled expression. "I'm not a toy. You can't just-" You stopped after realizing he definitely isn't listening.

You can feel it when his large hands slide up and down and that dazed look on his face confirms it.

"Go get in the car," Chan demanded, yet he still felt the need to throw you over his shoulder.

You giggled at his severe yet playful tone, gripping the back of his shirt to keep you stable. " Chan! I'm still in my nightgown! Indecent exposure, remember!?"

He froze in the door frame. "What are you doing here?"

"I got locked out, and I have nowhere else to go-" Jisung cheeses at Chan, but mainly the ass on full display for his viewing pleasure. "Hello, Mrs. Bang!" He reached up, but Chan caught his wrist.

"Hi, Jisung!" You made sure to match his energy.

"I was going to kiss the lady's hand-" He sighed.

Chan lifted both his brows. "Just making sure, Your handsy when it comes to bums, like- um...I don't know, mine."

Jisung bypassed Chan stepping straight into your home but not before standing shoulder-to-shoulder with his hyung in a slight pause.

"That's because yours is my favorite, Hyung. And no one can ever replace you." He smoothes his hand over Chan's tight blue jeans and lands a smack so hard Chan tips forward.

You wheezed, having a front seat to the whole thing, the hand you were using to cover your hand was gently stolen from you and kissed sweetly by Jisung.

Silence, Your feet graced the floor once again; Chan hummed sweetly and purred, rubbing his nose to yours before his large back overtook your vision, leaving you to tilt your head around him to see Jisung.

You saw a twinkle in his eyes when you giggled; Jisung smirked, swiping away from Chan's keep. "Mine!" He ran a good distance before rubbing it in his hyung's face.

Worse, you had no choice but to wrap your arms around his neck as he held you like the stolen princess you were.

Heated, Chan pushed a not-so-friendly smile Jisung's way in an attempt not to scare you. "Alright. Alright. Very funny. Come on now." He was calmy, strutting over with wide arms to take you back.

Jisung dodged his arms and kissed your cheek. "Mwah!" His lips curved into a cheeky grin. You could see the steam coming out of Hyung's ears. "Jealous?" He purred against your chubby cheek.

"You should stop-" You cautioned Hannie, a worried expression written on your face.

Chris's smile was long gone, tilting his head. "I'm gonna break ya fingers."

When the smile drops, Jisung releases you to get on his knees. " I was joking! Joking! I'm sorry!"

While Chris dealt with Jisung, you escaped to the kitchen-The fridge was opened..weird it was closed earlier.

You pushed the door to close it-

"Ow! What the-" Yongbok popped up, closing the door, and the distance between you two. "What are you doing up so late, Buttacup?" He brought you in by your chubby waist, loving how soft and squishy you are- but out of respect, He doesn't let his hands squeeze you even if they are aching too.

You should ask how he got into your house!?

You gasped. "Chan was hungry-" You held your breath at Felix's cologne wafting off his adam's apple; he's so close you can make out each freckle on his rosy cheeks. "He-We umm." Goodness, look at those eyes.

You kept your screams in your throat and fangirling in your head, crafting the illusion that you were utterly sane in front of your crush.

"Burgahs?" Yongbok answered his own question via a missed text message for Binnie.

Why is it so hard not to stare? You watched his brows pinch, and his thumb typed away. His outfit didn't match his smile; the rocker attire fried your already mushy lovesick brain paired with this inky black hair color, a new style to you and hands down is a winner in your poor innocent heart. Sh! Pretend for the story! His Hands are immense...and kind of pretty. Ah! Yn, you greedy pervert, You should be lucky; chan even married you, and you have the nerve to look at another man...

"It looks like your hubby is cravin..."He whipped out a blue raspberry lollipop snatching off the wrapper before popping the candy in his mouth.

"Buttacup?" The boy ogled at your cute, zoned-out expression, a slight pout to those plump lips, and oddly enough, your stare tracked to his hand.

The nickname alone powered the heat overgrowing in your round cheeks but his voice...it's..it's

"Not fair." You gasped, covering your mouth. "Excuse me, My mind was somewhere else." You apologized for zoning out; He simply smiled and repeated- "It looks like your hubby is craving..." Yongbok wiggled his phone, displaying the message on the dim screen.

The blue raspberry stained his mouth as he kept the stick between his teeth. "Are you coming along? I know Chris hates leaving you unguarded if it isn't necessary." His smile failed to reach his eyes for the "Joke." punchline.

Yongbok brushed past you taking his leave into the living room; what you didn't know was Yongbok's eyes straying far too long at your exposed back.

Tell me if you want a part two.

[blackr23]

🥟✉️[240305] | ONLY STAY 👤: Yongbok-ah, are you preparing for the fashion show? I'll be able to see it and sleep! I'm excited about the clothes you'll wear, Mr. Lucky Dragonㅎㅎ 🥟: Yongbok's hair is so shiny

🥟✉️[240305] | ONLY STAY 👤: Since it's just a performance, I'll have to watch the fanmeeting silently... 🥟: No, please shout, otherwise I won't have energy,,

🥟✉️[240305] | ONLY STAY 👤: People who are sad because they have the second floor (in the fanmeeting).. I'm a stay student, and I'm crying because I won't be able to go at all.. 🥟: Don't cry, don't cry, patpat (pat)

🥟✉️[240305] | ONLY STAY 👤: Hyunjin-ah, switch seats with me at the fanmeeting 🥟: I want to see it too,, 🥟: Sounds good to me 🥟: Yes?

🥟✉️[240305] | ONLY STAY [👤 username is “hwang hyunjin legal representative”]: FANS notifications are so slow, Hyunjin-ah please fix it for us 🥟: I think you would fix it better than me, legal representative...?

🥟✉️[240305] | ONLY STAY 👤: Hyunjin-ah, what did you do today before coming to FANS? 🥟: I had some (dance) lessons at home.. my calves are on fire now

🥟✉️[240305] | ONLY STAY 👤: Hyunjin-ah, do you like me? 🥟: I also like maknae

🥟✉️[240305] | ONLY STAY 👤: Hyunjin-ah, didn't it hurt when you fell from the sky..? 🥟: I broke a rib ㅜ

[minhosimthings]

Skz and their most common nicknames in fics (+ reasons why I die for it)

Bang Christopher Chan: Babygirl. Alright I mean first of all he's our daddy because we are his babygirls. Second of all, I die for this because of HIS ACCENT. Whenever he says babygirl in that thick Aussie accent and does that stupidly adorable smile, my heart and melts and I go into this state of lovesickness and delusion but HEY it's not entirely my fault (Looking at you Mr Christopher)

Lee Minho: Kitten. Dude if you do not agree that Minho will call his s/o kitten, you are so wrong. It's the most cannon event thing out of all cannon events that Minho uses the name kitten, and I eat this up so much. This man's entire existence is basically cats. (I would know cause I'm his wife) Kitten is just so... romantically sensual. Like it's sexy and can be used in a very hot scene, but it's also so romantic, like Minho has a personalized nickname for you and it's just so skdjvdhehdbdbb sorry my brain is short circuiting rn.

Seo Changbin: Bunny. He's your Binnie, you're his bunny. Especially if you have bunny teeth, or just a bunny like personality, this is such a sweet nickname. Like imagine him just running up to you with a new song he made and saying 'bunny bunny! Look I made this for you!' or if you're in the gym he'd be like 'bunny do you want to do the weights now?' OSJDBSHSGSVSGH MY HEART CANT HANDLE THIS.

Hwang Hyunjin: Muse or flower. Another cannon event. Like babe I genuinely believe this man is someone who would be so whipped for his partner and dedicate his paintings to show his love towards them whenever he can't express them in words. As a painter myself, I am inspired by people around me a lot, so I feel like Hyunjin would also do that. Like if he proposed to you, he would paint a picture of your favourite flower and a ring and underneath the painting, it would be written 'A flower for my flower. Marry me, my muse?' I'm going into a Hyunjin limbo..... And I don't want to get out.

Han Jisung: literally anything cheesy as fuck. He would call you shit like 'my pookie wookie bear' and then look at you with those wide quokka eyes and you would just melt, but also internally cringe because of the nickname. Usually he would just call you 'babe' or 'jagiya' but sometimes his brain just tells him to give you a random burst of affection and then he does shit like this and then you're like how can you not love him? The boys found your contact in his phone one day and they still won't stop teasing you about it.

Lee Felix Yongbok: Sunshine or Cupcake. Yet another cannon event. Like how can you not look at this man and say he's not the embodiment of sunshine? You could take out the Sun from the solar system and replace him with it and I guarantee you, the world won't change one bit. He'd be your sunshine and you'd be his. Lighting up each other's life. He'd also call you his cupcake and when you'd ask him why he does that, he'd pull out a 3000 page document and one han Jisung to perform a song as to why he calls you what he does.

Kim Seungmin: Pup. Of course it's because of his puppy like personality and PuppyM! He would just stick to calling you 'babe' at the beginning of the relationship to keep up his tsundere reputation, but as he falls more in love with you, he'd call you 'pup' to remind you of how much joy you bring into his life. It physically hurts my tiny heart whenever I imagine a domestic relationship with him, when you are cooking and he just goes 'pup what are you making? It smells good.' (gonna go I need to sob in the corner now)

Yang Jeongin: honey. Alright listen LISTEN. That one clip of him saying 'honey mmmWAH' and blowing a kiss towards Stay before dancing with Minho, is just giving me massive brainrot. Honey is just such an old fashioned name and while he is the youngest of the group, his entire vibe sometimes just gives me vintage vibes. He would call you honey because you'd be the thing that brightens his day every day just like how honey sweetens his coffee. It's just so sweet and short and everytime he would go off to work in the morning, he'd give you a quick kiss and say 'bye honey' nope I can't do this my heart is too tiny.

[v--143]

could I request a fic with lee jeongin and lers lee know and felix? maybe one where jeongin drops honorifics on purpose and felix and lee know have to playfully punish him for it?

OOOOO This is such a cute prompt thank you 🥹🥹 hope you enjoy!!

< Honorifics >

[Lee! Jeongin]

[Ler! Felix + Minho]

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“Take the step a little bit faster, move your leg lightly but quicker”

“Like, just putting less umph into it?” Jeongin questioned Lee Know.

“Yea exactly” Lee Know replied.

“Make it seem natural and flow with the choreo” Felix added.

Lee Know, Felix, and Jeongin were all in the JYP practice room. Lino and Felix, being part of Danceracha, took it upon themselves to help their maknae out on some steps to choreo he was struggling on. It wasn’t many, but they wanted to help out anyway. He kept getting stuck on the ITEM choreography where they had to jump up and swing their legs backwards.

“It’s so quick!” Jeongin said as he failed to swing his leg back in time again.

“It is, but it’s possible!” Lee Know said, “Just keep swinging your leg over and over, eventually it’ll become much more natural.”

“It’s almost like you’re kicking in a circle except your foot hits the floor halfway through” Felix said.

Jeongin kept going at it. Swinging his leg in the air a few times, kicking at the air and landing midway through, anything to make himself feel lighter and move his legs quicker. After some time, Lee Know played the music again and IN successfully did the kick.

“I DID IT! I think, did I?” He yelled as he sweatily landed on the floor from the choreo move.

“You did” Lee Know said looking proud.

Felix went over to IN and high fived him on the floor as Lee Know went to sit down.

“See IN, I told you all you needed was practice. That’s what all this is about. The more time and effort you put into this stuff, the better the outcome will be, no matter not hopeless you may feel. Life can get like that-“

“Okay okay I didn’t ask for a lecture” IN said giggling.

“IN, listen to me it’s important”

“Oooooooo okay sir”

“…What’d you just say?” Lee Know said while looking over at a surprised Felix.

“Sir?!” Felix said to IN, shocked.

“I might as well call you sir with all the lecturing you give me too, Mr. Yongbok” IN teased.

Felix’s jaw dropped to the floor as Lee Know got up from his chair and walked over to IN who was laying stomach down on the floor. IN laughed nervously as Lino approached with a smirk.

“You called me sir?! What am I an old man to you?” He said, smiling at the younger’s anticipating face.

“With your wiseness anyone would think so” IN snarkily replied.

Lee Know’s own jaw dropped as he motioned for Felix to sit in front of IN. He did as told and grabbed at both IN’s wrists before he could get up and run, holding them taut on the floor in front of his head.

“Whahat are you doing” IN asked, “I’m nohot very flexible so be careful!” he snapped at them through giggles.

Lino was straddling IN’s waist and began to massage his back, going from hitting it lightly to digging his thumbs in at the top. At first, it actually felt good.

“You just need to relaaaax and breeeathe deep breaths Ayenie” Lino said.

“What are you doing and what are you planni-”

IN was cut off as Lino shaped his fingers to claws and began to scribble at his sides.

“NohOAHAHA HYUHAHANG”

Lino smiled and began to wiggle all the way up to his underarms and back down to his hips all along his sides while making cute baby noises the entire way”

“Oooooo IN’s so cuuteaaah~”

“STOHOP HAHEHAHAHA” IN laughed. He was writhing from side to side and trying to get his wrists out of Felix’s grip to bring his arms down, but couldn’t.

Felix began giggling and sat on the back of IN’s still stretched out hands with his knees. While Lino focused on his lower sides, Felix began going at his neck and poking at his underarms every now and then.

“Ooooo Ayenieee~ you’re so squirmy today” Felix cooed while lightly wiggling his fingers into IN’s neck.

“NAHAHA! STOHOP- STOP PLEHAHA” IN pleaded to deaf ears. His high pitched laugh had them both melting.

Lino and Felix were both cooing at their maknae and how he was wiggling around violently on the floor. He clearly couldn’t take much.

“Aww you can’t take it can you” Lino asked while he latched onto his ribs and dug in.

“AAAAAHHHA HAHAH AHANOOOO” IN screamed in an attempt to arch his back.

“PLEHEHEASE I- I CAHAHA- I CANT TAHAHAKE IT”

“NO NO NO NOOAHA N- NO NOOAHHA DON’T!”

IN had tears coming out of his eyes as his head continuously shook from side to side. When Lino began to tickle at his lower back and sides, that’s when he fell into silent laughter and couldn’t even hear himself think.

“Is your neck broken too” Felix said as he poked around IN’s ears and neck. He could only twitch now, too exhausted to even try to avoid his evil fingers.

“You’re so sensitive~ now, what did we learn from this?” Lino asked a red faced IN as he stopped his attack.

After a few deep breaths, he was able to respond.

“I won’t call you any more names, sir” IN choked out of pure pettiness.

Felix’s jaw dropped again and Lino stared at IN wide eyed.

“You asked for it.”

Lino turned himself around and began scribbling behind IN’s knees and squeezing at his thighs. This went on for minutes, and IN’s screams and punches at the floor probably could’ve been heard throughout the entire JYP building.

Felix got distracted at one point and IN was able to roll out of Lino’s straddled grip, getting up as fast as he could and running outside of the practice room with Lino and Lix hot on his tail. Once he opened the door though and other people were outside, they were all forced to smile and wave without causing a ruckus.

Lino and Lix looked at IN mischievously from inside the practice room while he stood a few feet away from the door. Lino simply pointed at his eyes with two fingers and shot them back at IN. Felix smiled and wiggled his fingers in his direction.

IN, still out of breath and red faced, smiled nervously and made his way to the bathroom. He didn’t want to think about what would happen the moment he stepped out.

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AHHHHH I can’t help but end it on a sort of cliffhanger every time because I loooove when others do that and I get to continue it in my head.

Like maybe IN exit the bathroom and Lino+Lix dragged him into a cleaning supplies closet and wrecked him there, but they were all forced to stay quiet since more people were right outside the door.

Or maybe IN fell asleep from exhaustion in the bathroom and had to go home late, only to find out that everyone except Lino+Lix had left the building and they ran through the whole thing chasing each other.

WHOOO knows 🤷🏻‍♀️🤭 HOPE YOU ENJOYEDDD

[braemjeorn]

CHAPTER XVI [masterlist]

pairing: bang chan x ofc

genre/notes: general audience; regency period drama; family fluff; domesticity; ocassional angst; slowburn; governess!oc; nobility!BC; age differences; age changes

wordcount: 3.5k

summary: mari resettled her calibre and hyunjin celebrated his 10th birthday.

also available in ao3, if you prefer that format

© Do not repost, copy, or republish into another site or under another name.

⚠️ All characters that shares the name of real life person in this story are represented in a fictional manner for entertainment purpose, and not to be alluded with real life.

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Mari departed after Sunday lunch. Mother Ahn gave some of her biscuits and Junhee the flowers, while Inha tied the ribbons of her hat and hugged her warmly. The carriage—summoned in a rather sudden manner that Sunday—rattled away, and Mari thought that never before had she ached to be in another place within another company in her life when she was ever content to be confined in the school and the village of O–.

It was dark when she arrived at Barlnshore, but Mr Kang received her just as warmly as he did months ago. She meant to quietly go upstairs to clean herself a bit before surprising the boys by their bedroom. Yet Mari had but started to climb the flight of stairs when she felt and heard the thrum of footsteps, rushing down the hall and then descending the steps in a flurry. She laughed as Changbin’s voice rose higher in his excitement, “You’re home, you’re home, you’re home! Miss Son’s home!”

“I am home!” Mari laughed, as she caught him in arms on the landing. She sat down at the hurl of his weight, and the lad merely leaned further into her hold as he crouched down with her. Mari pulls him away to take a better look at his grinning face. 

“Did you grow taller? Our Changbinnie?”

“He grows wider,” came a biting grumble from above them.

“Minho, be kind—what did I say about your teasing?” Mari laughed, reaching a hand to the approaching figure. Changbin turned to swat the elder but moved to let him hug Mari.

“That I am not to be insulting— especially  to my brothers. I am to run my remarks through my head before I speak to them,” Minho recited flatly, by way of greeting. His punishment for the evening was a tightened hug that made him yelp, and then Mari nuzzled and ruffled his hair before letting him go for the next boy waiting for her.

“Hyunjin, sweetness—come kiss me.”

The boy gave her cheek a soft peck, melting into her arms. “You mustn’t leave, ever again!”

Mari might laugh at the statement to ease the boy otherwise. Yet as she looked into his wide eyes and found it grave, she realized that the settled arrangements would never allow it, and his eyes reflected her fears. It won’t do them both any good to ruin the joy with the truth now, so she settled by kissing him warmly upon his brow.

She let Jisung pepper her with as many kisses as he pleased and pulled Yongbok tighter as he giggled and nuzzled under her jaw. Behind their huddling figures was Commodore Bang, minding them all to let her breathe after a long journey, only for Seungmin to slip through him and crash into her arms. Mari smiled, and he relented to the nature of his overexcited pups.

“One would think you have returned from the other side of the ocean.” Commodore Bang shifted Jeongin in his hold and pulled one hand free to shake hers. “Good to have you back, my—... Miss Son.” 

Mari’s heart jumped to her throat, but she returned his smile, and they both ignored the slip. His grasp was a comforting reassurance. Mari was happy to note a warm, natural welcome in her heart. She knew she was in good company, and extended her thanks to him as far as his kind patronship over her all this while. Commodore Bang teased her for her sudden pretty words; the boys laughed; and Jeongin was stirred from his doze by the commotion. Mari cooed over his bleary eyes and tilted her head to be in his vision.

“Yen-ah,” Commodore Bang whispered, tapping the boy’s nose. “Look who’s back.”

The youngest took her in, quite in doubt with himself over the haziness. Mari chuckled. In that dreamy state, he extended his arm and reached out for her, thus eliciting raucous giggles from his older brothers.

“He’s so adorable!” came a squeal.

“Hyung, his eyes are barely open…” 

“He just knows Miss Son is here. Don’t you, Yen?”

“No, Yennie, she just came home from a long trip,” Commodore Bang said. Though barely awake, Jeongin made a most insistent effort. Mari let him come gladly, cherishing his warmth and weight.

“I don’t mind, Commodore,” she said. “Might as well take them all to bed.”

“You must rest yourself,” Commodore Bang replied, as Jeongin settled in her arm. “I’ll send for tea. We have rice cakes today with red beans - if you are hungry?”

Mari nodded, she could not refuse. “That will be lovely, Commodore, thank you.” 

It all felt too homey.

“A letter for Mr Bambam.”

The man had been lounging in the garden’s chair as if melting under the warm weather. But at the announcement he started, turned, and received the letter with glee that is almost childlike. “My angel remembers me!”

Sitting by him, Mari amusedly went on with her embroideries. They were enjoying the start of spring and the warm sun. The boys were talking with Bernard or playing, while the Commodore and Lady Jang took a turn around the garden. Mr Bambam opened the letter but closed it soon after a short perusal. 

“I must save it for later—before a warm fire, and a glass of good wine. Otherwise, she will distract me from my surroundings.”

As he folded the sheet, Mari noticed his gold ring, glinting sharply in the light. She paused and stared, wondering how she could have missed the article, being in his company all these months.

“You are married, Mr Bambam?” she found herself asking, more baffled than accusing. But quickly she felt it an impertinent remark, and continued, “Forgive me—it was rude of me to assume…”

Mr Bambam merely laughed. “I am. You are surprised, Miss Son? One would have thought you would be more observant. But then you already have seven heads to mind.”

“Bachelors are not uncommon,” Mari argued. “Or…—”

She nearly bit her lip at her slip, looking up rather fearfully at her companion. Mr Bambam’s eyes only glinted more playfully at her slip.

“Ah-ah-ah, come now—what ideas are evoked there, Miss Son?”

“Oh, forgive me. The thought of a lover did spring to mind,” Mari replied frankly. “My brains are quite scattered these days.”

“What if it is a lover?” Mr Bambam returned. “Will you think ill and lowly of me, Miss Son?”

“Perhaps,” Mari admitted quietly, for the lack of security and—in a way—general respect would not settle well with her. “I’m dreadfully proper and all… But I would not be unkind unless I genuinely dislike you, and I do not. I might argue a little, but otherwise… I would leave you to your stance of things.”

“Then spare your mind from such worries,” Mr Bambam said. “My wife and I were bound rightfully before the church and the law.”

They fell quiet for a moment; Mari wondered that the carefree uncle retained a bond with a woman like any other man. But with the state of things at present, it could hardly be measured as similar. Mari asked again. “Then why doesn’t she come with you?”

“You see how other couples are inseparable, we are quite the opposite. We don’t mind being as far apart as to be separated in countries, that is true, but not on bad terms.” The new look he gave Mari was more sincere but did not reduce his previous good humour. “Our marriage was arranged in our youth, and we married younger than you are now. We respect each other to not break the arrangement, but our desire for independence and exploration is yet satisfied. So we agreed to give each other leave to travel in our separate ways, delight in separate companies, and take responsibility for each endeavour’s outcome. People don’t understand how we can bear being separated for so long from one another, but then we are not united under normal circumstances. Others assume we loathe each other and were surprised at how warmly we’d greet one another if we crossed at an assembly, not knowing how long we haven’t seen one another.”

“I can imagine.”

“At least we do have a townhouse, a little place to retire to after the summer visits, balls, and excursions end. And well, there are the letters, which she has forgotten for some while, bless her soul. Considering the thickness of it, she must have missed me just as much to pay for so much news. My dear lady—even her writing delivers different comfort than those offered by friends.” 

His gaze was upon said friends, who were laughing with his boys. Mari felt sorrow and warmth from his description, and declared, “Despite the peculiar arrangement, I am glad. I wish you both great happiness.”

Mr Bambam turned to Mari, his humour returned with a chuckle, “Miss Son, you and your kind soul!”

“Please always be kind to one another. Should I not be able to find it on my own, I would like to see others having it.”

“I hope that will not be the case, Miss Son,” Mr Bambam said, taking her hand warmly and setting his expression into a hen-like aunt that made Mari giggle. 

“If you cannot find happiness with the prince of your dreams, then I hope you shall be comforted with one whose presence you can tolerate. And respect—that is important. But I wish you every good happiness under the sun—beyond mere toleration and contentment to a situation. You deserve greater than it, you deserve one who shares your regard and mind and admiration—for you are young and good, better than the rest of us common folks..”

“Mr Bambam, you know goodness doesn’t make happiness more deserved to few than others...”

Yet he dismisses her by shaking his head and grasping her hand with more insistence, “Take my wishes and fight for your happiness.”

Mari lowered her head, and Mr Bambam took it as a nod and returned to his tea. She picked up her needle again; after some quiet contemplation and boldness stemming from the sweet sponge sandwiches, found herself inquiring, "Do you think...one day you will live with her? Again, as couples commonly do?"

Mr Bambam paused from sipping his tea, a small smile rising on his face. "I should like to."

There was a reduction in the number of tables, therefore placing Mari at the end of the table. The boys were well aware of it.

“Where is her Ladyship?” Seungmin asked.

“She cannot leave the capital for so long—therefore she returned,” Commodore Bang replied. Mari felt it was somewhat too curt and sudden news. She barely expected it at all when they all adjourned for their soiree last night, in the drawing room. She recalled Lady Jang requesting Mari to play for her a particular tune, and her being quite reconciled to the state of beings to indulge the baroness—it was a rather quiet night for the adults, the children filling in the noise aside their playing. Commodore Bang and Lady Jang hardly shared glances.

“When did she leave?” so Mari asked.

Commodore Bang started as he looked up to her, seemingly surprised at her presence or perhaps placement right across him on the table. A cleared throat, then he answered, “At dawn; she wished to arrive by noon.”

Breakfast passed on with enough chatter, Changbin’s whines at Jisung’s teasings, and Jeongin’s giggles. The Commodore made another announcement nearing the end of the meal. 

“I shall look into schools starting tomorrow,” he said. “I have received my recommendations, and there is a particular institution I wish to look into. Who knows which might suit our Minho and Changbin better.”

“I suppose,” the eldest mused. The news didn’t bother him much, or he was in such good humour with a satisfied appetite, and thus Minho proceeded to tease the next eldest with winks. “Changbin’s school will have to be a particular one.”

"And some education would do good to smoothen that nonsense of yours, brother?” Changbin responded blandly. 

“Oh, but aren’t I taking you with me, Binnie? To occupy ourselves.”

“Minho…” Mari was concerned Changbin might strain his eyes squinting and frowning to the eldest. “Why don’t you finish your milk?”

“Yes, Mother.”

There was a strong thump in her ear, and Mari swore she cracked her neck looking up at the boy. Minho had returned to his plate, unaffected by his… slip? Was it intentional? A joke?

While she was frozen in place, Commodore Bang was as flustered by the words—his cup clattering upon the saucer as his ears bloomed red. He stared at the boy, who pointedly gulped his honeyed milk as the table fell silent. Changbin and Hyunjin gaped; the twins started; Jeongin persistently licked his jam, and Seungmin turned to look at the others. In the end, Mr Bambam’s loud entrance broke the tension and diverted their focus. 

The days pass with relative amiability. Mari kept her word that she would return a more energised figure, and their lessons went as well as she might have hoped. The following post-nap walks to the warming hills and fields under the blue sky allowed the spring’s warmth to envelop her soul. The eight of them went to the rivers and creeks they’ve traversed through the summer, delighting in the fresh green of the trees and flowers, pointing out the fishes in the now flowing river. Mari was revived in her pleasure of enjoying the boy’s company—everything was well in her world. Even as her final days as a governess were countable, and somehow busier than ever, she is determined to enjoy everything that passed in between.

One morning—not long after the Commodore’s departure to inspect a few schools—she was retrieving a better shirt for Jeongin and came upon Minho and Changbin sitting in the latter’s bed. Their vests were still unbuttoned and shoes untied, dressing forgotten as their heads leaned together in conversation, quite unaware of the flurry in the next room that is Hyunjin and Jisung bickering and the rest preparing themselves. Minho had glee lighting up his eyes; Changbin’s features more severe with his frown as he attended to the elder’s whispers, which were quite distinct for Mari to hear,

“…it should not be improper!”

Changbin groaned. “It’s too early in the morning to make any sense—should we not think of it further—?”

“Thinking would never achieve anything—we have to act!” In a harried manner, Minho pressed on, “Binnie, we’re running out of time—and who else would suit?”

“Does she even like him!?”

“Of course, she does!”

The floors creaked as she crossed to the wardrobe. There was a rustle of sheets. When she gazed back towards them, Changbin’s wide eyes flitted to her as he fixed his collar, while Minho began to tie his shoes. Mari tilted her head at them, more concerned at the lateness of the day.

“Breakfast is ready, come on and hurry down,” she said.

She didn’t see them again until they descended for the dining room, now fully dressed yet still absorbed in their low discussion; sharp whispers which certain bits came to her hearing.

“I could not care half the world if she’s not a lady, she’s better than the rest.”

“Was there ever any other?” came Changbin’s tired return.

“There you are kid, you’ve got the point! But then I meant it in the future probability…”

Mari wondered if their mischief had alighted, and thus sighed deeply at the possibility of injured and offended parties of people—especially if it involved matchmaking. Is it for the servants? She settled to keep a close eye on both without straining her nerves, just to delay the damage and urge them to take responsibility for any consequences.

Commodore Bang returned to the house just a day before Hyunjin’s birthday. The young man would say he was fine if they were to miss his big day, but Mari knew that everything fell into perfection for the boy the moment the carriage wheels rolled into the front of the house at the end of breakfast. The Commodore was in good humour, considering his laughter and the length of time it took him to relinquish Seungmin from his arms. 

At times Mari was concerned at the chances of Commodore Bang suffocating his boys with all his love—there’s no other word for it. It barely started and Changbin would send her this fatigued look (like he didn’t jab at his father every other hour) and Mari would ask the Commodore to release them from the coddlings. He’d sigh in surrender but gave them one last kiss with fondness lingering in his brown eyes. She wondered how he survived refusing all that love for three years. 

Studying was cut short for Hyunjin’s birthday celebration. There was nothing much for the party but Mr Bambam, Mari, Commodore Bang, Mr Kang, Minatozaki-san, and the boys. There was little acquaintanceship with the neighbourhood boys their age, but soon Hyunjin would grow older, and invite his friends home or assemble his parties in some apartment in the capital. A far too raucous image for Mari to think of the young black-haired angel before her at present. For now, she joined his delight over the books and toys from his brothers and Mr Bambam, receiving his beaming smile over the new handkerchiefs Mari stitched for him. 

“I feel like a true gentleman,” he declared as he hugged Mari, to the giggles of the room. 

There were his favourite foods and treats, but Mari was certain, nothing pleased and awed him more than the watercolour paints in the mahogany box his father presented to him. It’s a beautiful, polished wooden box; on the inner side of the lid, a picture of the brand, and the box itself is separated into several compartments: for eighteen watercolour cakes, the brushes, the sponge and napkin, a deep box for the water glass and the most interesting contraption of the drawer at the bottom. It was filled with thick papers, and the Commodore offered another rim of it wrapped in brown paper.

Unable to contain his excitement at being indulged so, Hyunjin leaped away to his feet, was all smiles and laughter upon his father as he skipped in the middle of the room. “Appa, Appa! There’s so many!”

He’s a sight of sheer childish joy; his older brothers laughed at him good-naturedly, and the Commodore smiled, satisfied and revelling in his son’s pleasure. “Do you like them?”

Hyunjin finally settled down his jitters, only to run and leap into his father’s open arms, clutching the man with his four limbs tightly.

“You're welcome,” Commodore Bang laughed, arms holding Hyunjin close to him and brushing over his back. “You know,” he continued. “There is a painter in town willing to give you some lessons. If you’d like to, I'll take you there every Tuesday and Friday for an hour of lessons.”

Hyunjin pulled away to look at his father with a gasp one might have thought exaggerated. Mari couldn’t blame him—she met the Commodore’s twinkling eyes and sighed, “Oh, Hyunjin, how wonderful!”

“I just thought it would be nice if you—”

“Yes, yes,  yes, yes! ”

“—know how to use these paints to create the finest art.” Commodore Bang chuckled halfway at Hyunjin’s eager nods, despite the loud reply that might have rang his ears. “All right, then?”

“I’ll work very hard for that! Oh, I’ll do very well—I promise you won’t regret it, Father.”

“I know, Hyunnie, I know.” They hugged warmly for another moment until Hyunjin slipped down to observe the paints more closely with his brothers.

“Anyone else joining the artistic endeavour?” Mr Bambam inquired from his seat and his glass of ginger soda.

“I’ll settle with my slate and chickens,” Minho said blandly. “At least Bbokie likes my chickens, right?”

The younger twin giggles, “Scrawny legs!”

Come Sunday, Minho paused in their walk returning from church, waiting for Mari who trailed in the back as the rest urged their Father to hurry for breakfast. He paced by her side, and by and by asked,

“Do you like Father? Honestly?”

Mari turned to the eldest. “All of a sudden?”

“You’ve known him for nine months. I would like to know your opinion of him.”

“And what purpose will that achieve?” Mari laughed but soon returned to a degree of seriousness, and said in a quiet breath against the fullness in her bosom, “Do you want my assessment? Well, I do like him. How could I not?”

“Truly?”

“He’s a good and admirable man, and I regard him with high respect,” so Mari satisfied the boy with some elaboration.

“As an… employer?” 

Mari nodded, and Minho fell quiet again, until he asked, “Do you—think of him as a friend?”

“I could not claim it. I think such a degree of relationship is something we both must agree upon.”

“It’s just friendship,” Minho mumbled. But then he gave himself a nod and they turned to speak of other matters instead. It did not quite leave Mari’s mind for some days, especially when she could take in the Commodore’s presence and consider him. It was easier to laugh at her meltdown earlier that month when she went home to Mrs Ahn’s—and the lack of Lady Jang’s presence did some good to relieve her from the miserable dread that she was doomed to eternal loneliness and estranged forever on from the house; the most depressing outcomes in her occupation as a teacher.

i edited this with my short free time, but I hope you like the reunion scene. minbin are picking up a scent, are they?

minho's the mom of the group but I do wonder what chaos may happen of the other six look up to him as an actual brother.

[im-tops-bottom]

Minho: Chan, the adopting collector of the world. Adopting people left and right

Minho: Yongbok, the men collector. Collecting men like they're pokemon

Minho: And me, the ass Annihilator erm I mean hunter of the group

Minho: Should look for a private room and let me wreck those butts

Chan;...

Felix: *turns around and tries to run from the room*

Felix: BINNIE! HYUNG IS BEING HORNY ON MAIN AGAIN

Minho: I mean if you want Binne to join, he can. If I put the ass in assassin then you put the muscles in

Felix: seafood chowder? You've got nothing huh? That's why you're in Paboracha

Minho: ooh keep talking like that and I'm about to put a muscle in you. Maybe 2 at the same time if Mr Bubble Butt over here wants to join.

Felix: idiot

Minho: Gang bang it is. I'm calling all the members. Start praying Yongboks because you're not gonna be able to walk or sit or do anything really for a week

Felix: yah! We have a concert coming up dummy

Minho: Oh Boks over here just made it a year. Congratulations.

Felix:...

Chan:....

Minho:.....

Felix: So we doing this now or do I have time to get a game of LoL in?

[felixethereal]

Stray Kids profile;

Translation by lunaloveskz

Bangchan

Self-intro: "Hello! i’m bangchan! it’s maybe because i was a trainee for a long time, but it got decided that i’ll be making my own team and my role is the leader of the team."

Nickname: Mr. Bang.

Hobbies: Listening to music, producing/studying tracks & watching anime.

Position in skz: Leader.

My charm point that i want to recommend to stay: "I eat a lot!"

LeeKnow

Self-intro: "Name Lee Know."

Specialty: Eating pudding while walking.

Nickname: Bottarino.

Hobbies: Watching movies & taking a walk.

Skz position: Second son.

My charm point that i want to recommend to stay: "It goes without saying! all."

Changbin

Self-intro: "Born in 99 dandy."

Specialty: Likes exercising, also likes eating but loves~ STAY the most.

Nickname: Dwaekki, walrus.

Hobby: Weight training.

Skz position: In charge of powerful voice.

My charm point that i want to recommend to stay: "My body that is well built and reliable."

Hyunjin

Self-intro: "Hello, i’m stray kids hyunjin!"

Nickname: Hyune.

Hobbies: Drawing & photography.

Skz position: Dance.

My charm point that i want to recommend to stay: "My dance and performance."

Han

Self-intro: "My visuals resemble a wallaby, i’m han who’s in charge of vocal and rap!"

Hobby: "I like to ask the honest opinion of the members on a song that i made!"

Nickname: Wallaby, squirrel.

Skz position: Vocal, rap, and especially VISUAL.

My charm point that i want to recommend to stay: "I'm actually a shy person!"

Felix

Self-intro: "Hello, i’m haengbok(happiness), yongbok!"

Nickname: It’s “piri”~ [t/n: “piri” is “feli” in japanese]

Hobby: Assembling computer.

Skz position: Bass(deep voice)!

My charm point that i want to recommend to stay: "My freckles!"

Seungmin

Self-intro: "Forever stay’s puppy, seungmin who loves singing^^"

Nickname: Puppy.

Hobbies: Likes music♪ imagining the stage.

Skz position: In charge of vocal and keeping things in order.

My charm point that i want to recommend to stay: "Vocals that touch ones heart!!!"

I.N

Self-intro: "Hello. i’m stray kids maknae i.n."

Nickname: Aggipang <baby bread>

Hobbies: Shopping, listening to music.

Skz position: Maknae & Vocal.

My charm point that i want to recommend to stay: "My eyes that also smile."

[shadowyinternetbouquet]

Mr. Lee Felix ( Lee Yongbok )

[lexis3npaii]

Late Night Talking

We've been doin' all this late night talkin' 'Bout anythin' you want until the mornin' Now you're in my life I can't get you off my mind

leeknowxreader

2k words

(fluff and angst a little but not really)

~

2:24 am

unknown: so when do you want to work on the project

you: ummm who is this?

unknown: lee minho? from creative writing?

unknown: sorry just kinda figured you saved my number when i wrote it down…

you: omg sorry :/ i totally forgot to do that

you: but dude the project just got assigned today and it’s not due until a month from now…

unknown: well technically it was assigned yesterday 

you: ya know that leads me to my next thought

you: why are you awake at 2 am???🤨

unknown: why are YOU awake at 2 am?

you: touche

unknown: i have a lot of things outside of that class so i just want to get this project done

unknown: so when do you want to work on it?

unknown: hello???

unknown: QUICKLY!!!!

you: holy cow calm down my guy. i was brushing my teef

you: and ur the one with a life outside of class

you: what days are you free🙄

unknown: lets meet at the library on friday at 3. does that work for you?

you: yes sir🤑

~

11:14 pm

lee minho from class: you left your sweater in the library

you: now why didn’t you tell me when i was walking out🤨

lee minho from class: i didnt notice until after you left

you: and you just remembered at 11:15 at night…

lee minho from class: i forgot about it. I stuffed it in my bag when i left cause i had to catch my bus

you: hmmm sure

lee minho from class: ?

you: i seen you eyeing it when we were writing

lee minho from class: if youre suggesting that i want to steal your sweater, youre wrong

you: yea sure i believe you

lee minho from class: i dont want your sweater y/n.

you: geez a name drop😟you must really not want it

you: what is it about my sweater that repulses you minho?

you: the little puffy sheep?

you: the yellow sleeves?

you: the cropped fit?

lee minho from class: im just gonna bring it to class on monday.

you: i- ok

~

3:58 am

you: do owls live in nests?

you: minho?

you: i know youre awake🙄

you: u dont sleep

you: minnie~

minho: ok first of all never call me minnie ever again

minho: second of all im not google

minho: third of all why are you awake and wondering?

you: ok mr points😒 you caught me😒 i was bored and i knew you’d be awake to entertain me😒

you: so…

minho: so what?

you: ENTERTAIN ME!

minho: how?

you: idk send pics

minho: HUH???

you: NO

you: OF YOUR CATS

you: YOU HAVE CATS DON’T YOU? 

you: i saw your lock and home screen. sorry for assuming😔

minho: oh yeah. i have 3 cats sooni, doongi, and dori

you: send pics dude. 

minho: here. 

minho: *insert pics of 3 cats*

you: awwwww so cute

minho: do you have any pets?

you: i used to have a hamster

minho: used to?

you: yea… he passed

you: rip cedric the entertainer😔🙏🏾

minho: interesting name

you: i was obsessed with madagascar when i was younger

minho: the island?

you: the movie?

minho: never seen it

you: 😧😧😧😧

you: WHHAAAAATTTT

you: we gotta watch it

minho: together?

you: i-

you: well not together

you: unless you want to

you: haha 

you: …

you: um well. my my my would you look at the time. gotta wake up early for class 

minho: goodnight y/n

~

12:47 am

minnie: i cant believe you know the loud menace 

you: who? jisung? 

you: its kinda hard not to know him

minnie: yea but thats really just a facade. hes actually pretty shy 

you: honestly i can tell

you: in class most days hes on 10 but every once in a while he might be at a 4 or 6

you: but whenever im with him we’re both at a solid 8

minnie: yea your personalities seem to match quite nicely

minnie: you’d probably get along with changbin and hyunjin. their both loud and annoying like jisung

you: geez minho, arent these people your FRIENDS

minnie: they’re leeches

minnie: chan, jeongin, and yongbok i like

minnie: seungmin is a whole other story

you: well id be happy to meet them. you live with 2 of them right?

minnie: hyunjin and yongbok

you: why don’t we work on the project at your place one day? 

minnie: trust me you dont want that

minnie: we’d never get anything done

minnie: also the loud one told me you have my contact saved under ‘minnie’ 👀

you: WHAT😧😧😧

you: LEE MINHO USING AN EMOJI???

you: HAS THE WORLD BEEN THROWN OFF ITS AXIS😟🤯

minnie: haha

you: and hes back lol

you: yes i maybe might have you saved as minnie

you: but it just shows that ur moving up my friendship ladder

you: were bestie now😁❤️🥺❤️‍🔥

minnie: define ‘besties’🤨

you: jerk. 

you: well im gonna try to work on some hw before going to sleep

you: goodnight BESTIE😤🖤

minnie: goodnight y/n :)

~

10:19 pm

minnie: congratulations. youre the first girl to not be charmed by thee hwang hyunjin

you: awww thank you thank you *pagent girl wave* 

you: also ive known guys like hyunjin before. i know exactly how to crush their egos😈

you: besides i was too distracted by changbin’s chest😩🥵

you: ive been in need of a new pillow😴🥱🤤

minnie: gross y/n

minnie: im gonna send him this

you: shiiiiii ill send it myself

you: no shame in my game. hes hot

minnie: …🧍🏻‍♂️

minnie: moving on

minnie: you can just send your files for the project to me. ill put it all into one document and email it to the prof

you: aye aye captain

~

12:08 am

bestie minnie: wanna come by the dance studio tomorrow 

bestie minnie: or today i guess

you: will changbin be there?

bestie minnie: hyunjin, yongbok, and jisung will😒

you: sigh🙄 i guess

~

4:11 am

you: can you proofread my lit paper?

you: ive been writing since 12 and i can barely see straight

bestie minnie: send it. 

bestie minnie: im gonna facetime

~

5:33 am

bestie minnie: i know your probably sleeping but i just had the weirdest dream and you were in it

you: omg what was it about?

you: omg what was i wearing?

you: omg did i smell good?

bestie minnie: noooo y/n ur not supposed to be awake😩

you: well i am and im curious🤨

you: answer the questions boy🤨

bestie minnie: ok…

bestie minnie: it was really strange…

bestie minnie: have you been awake or did i wake you?

you: MINHO UR STALLING

bestie minnie: alright alright. In my dream we were dating

bestie minnie: MS Y/N L/N DO NOT LEAVE ME ON READ😤

bestie minnie: i knew i shouldn’t have told u😩

you: SORRY 

you: i was imagining it

bestie minnie: i havent even explained the dream yet…

you: I WAS GETTING A HEAD START

you: hold on now🤨

bestie minnie: what

you: u said u had a weird dream

you: what was so weird about us dating

you: 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

bestie minnie: idk. ur my friend

you: lee minho did you just friendzone me😭

bestie minnie: NO

bestie minnie: YOU DIDNT ASK ME OUT

you: ugh thats even worse😩

you: my bestie thinks im undateable😩😩😩

bestie minnie: IM NEVER TELLING YOU ABOUT MY DREAMS EVER AGAIN

you: 😭😭😭 gn min

bestie minnie: goodnight y/n🙄

~

3:01 am

you: waffles or pancakes? no further questions asked

bestie 4 da restie🖤: waffles

you: HA

you: changbin owes me 5 bucks😈

bestie 4 da restie🖤: ur with changbin at 3 in the morning?

you: no were texting

bestie 4 da restie🖤: oh

you: ???

bestie 4 da restie🖤: do you guys text often?

you: what are you getting at mr🤨?

bestie 4 da restie🖤: nothing. just curious. 

you: not as often as i text u if that is what u want to know minho. 

bestie 4 da restie🖤: i was just asking y/n. 

you: yea sure. i gotta go

bestie 4 da restie🖤: oh. well goodnight <3

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2:50 am

bestie 4 da restie🖤: madagascar 2 isnt as good as the first one but i liked it

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10:11 pm

bestie 4 da restie🖤: im sorry if what i said the other night upset you

bestie 4 da restie🖤: i just miss talking to you. you didnt  wait for me after class today, so i figured something was up

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4:22 am

bestie 4 da restie🖤: ok this time i really hope youre not up but its been a few days and i really just miss u a lot so here goes

bestie 4 da restie🖤: i like u a lot y/n. i think i have since the first time we met up in the library and you came rushing through the door in that cute sheep sweater. i like talking to you. i like the sound of your laugh. i like that my friends like you. i like that youre always awake and willing to talk. i like that you remember my cats names. i like that your favorite movie is madagascar and that you forced me to watch it cause now its one of my favorites. i like that youre yourself no matter who youre around. and i like that you stuck around and did everything you could to befriend me cause i know im not the easiest person to talk to. im moody, blunt, and reserved which most people take as rudeness but you didnt and i really really like that about you. and i know you like changbin but i just had to say that

bestie 4 da restie🖤: ok im gonna turn off my phone before you can reply

you: WAIT

you: dont go

you: at least let me read it before you go ghost

bestie 4 da restie🖤: ok

you: wow

bestie 4 da restie🖤: ok turning off the device now

you: NO!!! IM TRYING TO GET MY THOUGHTS IN ORDER AND MY HANDS TO STOP SHAKING BECAUSE I LIKE U TOO

bestie 4 da restie🖤: wait what?

you: ok first of all i dont actually like changbin. i mean i do like him as friend and he is hot (sorry) but i genuinely really like you minho

you: second of all sorry ive been ignoring the past couple days. i wasnt upset about what you said. i was just a little annoyed but also it made me realize how much i liked you because i was happy that you sounded jealous but then i got scared cause i was afraid you didnt feel the same and i didnt want to ruin what we had

you: and third of all I SEEM TO REMEMBER YOU FRIENDZONING ME THE OTHER DAY SO WHAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT???🤨

bestie 4 da restie🖤: WELL YOU ALWAYS SAY IM YOUR BESTIE i thought you didnt like me the way i did

you: ok valid but i call everyone bestie min

bestie 4 da restie🖤: i know but it just hurt a little more when it was directed towards me

you: omg can i facetime rn

bestie 4 da restie🖤: why?

you: cause i know ur pouting and i wanna see 👀

bestie 4 da restie🖤: …ok😒

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2:22 am

min❤️: hated madagascar 3🤢

you: thats why i didnt wanna watch with you

min❤️: and you didnt warn me? worse girlfriend award

you: u shouldve taken me not wanting to see it as a sign. not knowing my tells, worse boyfriend award

min❤️: ok well now i wanna see the first one

you: and whats stopping you?🤨

min❤️: ur door

you: HUH???

min❤️: im outside

you: 🚨WEIRDO ALERT🚨WEIRDO ALERT🚨

min❤️: just open the door🙄

you: when hes bossy😍🥵

min❤️: geez

min❤️: WHAT WAS THAT NOISE??? ARE U OK??? WHATS TAKING U SO LONG???

you: sorry i was laughing so hard i fell off my chair. coming now <3

min❤️: remind me again why i like u?

you: would you like me to copy and paste your confession🥺

min❤️: JUST OPEN THE DOOR

you: hehe love u 

min❤️: love u too

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a/n: that other minho fic im writing seems to be putting up quite a fight. its always the middle for me, like i know how i want it to end but everything in between is a struggle. but i decided to write this in the meantime just for funsies. ive always been good at writing dialogue (probably because im a screenwriter lol) so this was fun for me. if i dont finish the other minho fic, i think ill write something with han or changbin🤔 ive been really into harry’s new album and this idea came to me. i hope you enjoy and as always feedback is greatly appreciated :)

[bewby]

ok i'm still not in a good state to post like at all but i just wanted to say the fact that baz luhrmann. the man who directed one of my favorite movies of all time (romeo and juliet) wants to work with FELIX??????? mr yongbok? this is insane grnuinely. can it please happen