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"WORST REGARDS, YOUR KARMIC RETRIBUTION" — yang jeongin.

they say success is the best revenge, but sabotage feels better.

word count: 5.8k

pairings: jock!jeongin x nerd!reader

genre: fluff, humour, high school au, one sided enemies to lovers, slow burn, loosely inspired by i hope this doesn't find you by ann liang

warnings: swearing, partying, kissing, biblically accurate (religious) jeongin, everyone is the same age except chan, no use of y/n + gn reader, reader is literally evil incarnate plz dont do this irl ;;

playlist: ivy frank ocean, sexy to someone clairo, everybody talks neon trees, i can't radiohead

a/n: dedicated to @allforhee & all the other i.n stans out there :3 enjoy!!!

You know a lot of things. You know that the idea of zero was invented by an Indian mathematician and astronomer named Brahmagupta. You know how to recite your future Valedictorian speech in Latin. However besides these things, you also know that most things in life are pretty much uncertain.

Except your hatred for Yang Jeongin. That is your probability of 1.

Although your best friend Kim Seungmin says that your probability of 1 should probably be the fact that you’re a damn sore loser.

So when classes started to end and your school’s sports day rolled around, everyone knew not to cross your path. Either they would be on your team, or they wouldn’t even get near you. You’re not even that athletic; in fact, you can barely work out to save your life. But you’re the brains, the mastermind, of your team’s strategies. It’s like that saying, if you can’t beat ‘em, outsmart ‘em, or something like that.

You knew you were winning, or at least you thought you knew. Because just when you were about to cross your final lap of the track and field match, the corner of your eye caught a glimpse of Yang Jeongin’s infamously cordial grin. Disturbed by the audacity, you stop in your tracks to look at his friends sitting on the bleachers and feel a rush of satisfaction rush back in when you see them petrified for their friend’s questionable actions.

He won, of course. And though you took home five more gold medals than him that day, something about the utter disrespect of stealing the spotlight from somebody so clearly feared for a reason unsettles you.

Which is why you’re currently writing a letter to him threatening to take away his position in the basketball team if he doesn’t earn back your respect that he lost from a sports day event three years ago.

It’s less of a letter and more of a drafted email, since you’re not writing it by hand; he doesn’t get to have that sort of power over you. You’re not sending it either. God, no. You’re not that insane.

It’s simply a form of coping, nothing more. You’d reckon if you were to ask a therapist about this method, they would think it’s stellar. It’s like journaling… except instead of self-reflection, the end goal is to live in the delusional cloud where your nemesis knows and fears how much you hate them.

Do whatever your wretched soul can manage to revert back to the regular human state— that is, being absolutely petrified of my existence. Otherwise, say goodbye to that pretty “varsity basketball” title you adore so much.

A smirk twists upon the edges of your lips as your gaze fixes on the words you’ve just typed out. What’s the word for when you gain pleasure from the idea of torturing somebody else? You’re sure ‘sadist’ doesn’t apply when you only crave the suffering of one specific person.

You consider rewriting the entire letter on paper, for the sole purpose of leaving a crimson lipstick stain on the envelope for him to unseal. You don’t even use red lipstick, but perhaps the Irene Adler-ness of it all might subconsciously trigger a flight or fight response from him, as most stupid teenage boys do when faced with distinct power.

When other people fall asleep to daydreams about their crushes, you often drift away to slumber through the relaxation brought upon you from fantasizing about Yang Jeongin on his knees, begging for your forgiveness.

You would have fallen asleep to that dream for yet another night, but your best friend Kim Seungmin rang your phone. Now, if it was any other night, you would have sent him death threats and went back to your fantasies. However you had just asked Seungmin for a very special favor, so you decide to pick up.

“This better be about what I think it is,” you start. “I won’t put up with your post-exam depression bullshit tonight.”

“Don’t worry about that, I managed to get extra credits for everything.” Thuds and crackles fill the audio from the other side of the phone, and you can practically smell Seungmin’s bag of chips and old dusty laptop opening on his desk. “I got what you asked for.”

“Good, just forward it to my email.”

“I don’t understand why you would need it, though,” Seungmin’s voice is muffled by the chips in his mouth. “I mean, the team’s orders at Lucy’s Diner? Seriously? If you had a crush on one of them, you know I could just set you up, right?”

“Ew, I would never!” You fake gag, earning a chuckle from the boy on the other line. “C’mon, you know I have too much self respect for that.” “I think you mispronounced blatant narcissism and self obsession.”

The two of you go back and forth teasing one another for another moment until you urge Seungmin to send the list to your email. He inquires once again but you only brush him off, coming up with something about helping out at Lucy’s for the summer. Which wouldn’t be a complete lie, technically, if all went well.

You know you can’t tell Seungmin about your plan. Not right now. He’s reached that stage of being a teenage boy where he started developing attachment and empathy towards others, and now he’s practically attached at the hip with the rest of the basketball team. All he knows is that you hate Jeongin, and that’s enough for now.

And sure, this whole situation has made you question if you were actually a sociopath, but it needs to be done. You consider it a fair service to the community for taking down another straight male with no brains and a huge ego. They don’t know it yet, but he’s the common enemy.

Soon enough after the sports day incident you had come to the conclusion that if nobody could hate Yang Jeongin, you would make him hate you so much until a primal, animalistic desire to destroy you would take over his spirit. You assume he’d do something so utterly terrible, as men do, then afterwards everyone would finally see with their own two eyes that he is just like every other man in this cruel world. If anything, you’re volunteering as a sacrifice!

So as you zone out on Seungmin’s newfound amusement in the way Mr Marks’ glasses make him look like Chicken Little, you switch your tabs to open the sacred document.

In big, bold letters it reads OPERATION 143: 1 ENEMY, 4 PHASES, 3 YEARS.

The document itself already has over 25 pages, written in detail about your genius ideas to slowly infiltrate your enemy base from the inside out— most worked, but some of them just ended in your loss of dignity. You had even taken ideas from books and films like Parasite to further enhance its artistic integrity. These last three years were a performance, and Jeongin’s life is your stage. You have now entered phase four, and this is your closing act; nobody can steal your spotlight.

Contrary to the precise executions of your past eras, phase four is abstract. Its main goals are to disrupt Yang Jeongin’s peace as directly as possible, whilst leaving as little trail as possible. This, paired with the built up tension from the previous phases, is going to set in motion a domino effect, leading to the collapse of your greatest enemy’s social stature.

Accidentally letting a particularly mischievous giggle slip under your breath, you look back at the email you were drafting to him. You know exactly how to end it.

Careful where you run, Yang Jeongin.

Worst regards,

your karmic retribution.

This is your least favorite time of the year: the period just before summer break. Exams are over, so most teachers let students roam free during their lessons. But not going to school at all can take away from your total attendance, which then goes on your report card, so most students spend their school days sitting around in boredom and watching the sports teams play.

seungmo: Do u wanna come to practice

seungmo: Jisung bought cheesecake for everyone and I don’t want mine

seungmo: I don’t want him to take mine tho lol

That was fifteen minutes ago, and now you’re sitting on the bleachers on a date with a delicious slice of blueberry cheesecake and iced coffee, absentmindedly watching your best friend practice. Despite your close ties with Seungmin, you’ve never really been interested in the other team members— except for the occasional trading of homework answers with Jisung. Ever since middle school, you’ve sort of established that you want nothing to do with people like them: rowdy, sporty, and popular. Seungmin once noted that you say “popular” like it’s a slur. You couldn’t disagree.

“So… Karmic retribution, huh?”

You freeze.

“Pardon?” You turn around, only to be faced with the one and only Yang Jeongin.

“Karmic retribution?” He inquires further, expecting you to get the hint. “Y’know, what you called yourself in your… email? Death threat? Not sure what to call it, actually.”

Oh shit. Oh fuck.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, dude,” you laugh off the question. “I don’t even know your name, let alone your email.”

“Well, that’s clearly a lie, since your name is on your email address. And my name was in your… Seriously, what should I call this thing?”

Fuck fuck fuck. You must have accidentally hit ‘send’ when you fell asleep on the phone with Seungmin. That prick; he always manages to embarrass you somehow.

“Listen, I didn’t even know you go here. I had to ask Chris if he knows which one you are, and you just happened to be here right now.” Jeongin rakes his fingers through his stupid gross sweaty damp hair, then dragging his palm across his face in exasperation. “Whatever I did to you, I’m really sorry.”

“What do you mean you didn’t know I go here?” You’re baffled, truly baffled, and you basically lost control of your body when you heard those words. Suddenly your voice can be heard by anyone within a ten foot radius, and if it weren’t for that they would have thought you were about to smother him with kisses by the lack of distance between your bodies. “I’ve been here since fucking middle school! I sit behind you in Spanish— I ask you for a pen every two and a half weeks only to lose it every single time. You’re saying you don't remember me?”

“Oh, that’s you? My bad. You sit behind me, so I didn’t really get to see your face up close.” Jeongin doesn’t even flinch at the proximity of your faces. He simply gives you a brief look up and down and goes, “Now that I am seeing you up close, you’re the one that always hangs out with Seungmin, right?”

Then it hits you: this is the universe sending you a signal to initiate phase four. Sure, him not remembering who you are might have set you back by a few milestones, but who’s counting? (You are. You always are.)

If anything, you’re grateful for the redirection, because now you know that before you can ruin him, you must first build him up.

“Alright, look,” you begin, taking a step back to put some inches between the two of you. He reeks of rubber and soda, the stench makes you ill. “Let’s start over, shall we?”

“‘Kay, cool,” he says with a nonchalant shrug. “See you around, I guess…?”

“Wait, that’s it? You’re not even gonna ask why I hated you in the first place?”

“Doesn’t matter now, does it? We’re already starting over.” The genuine lack of irritation in his face makes you curl your fists and fight the urge to give him a black eye. “Plus, you’re one of those nice smart kids. I don’t have beef with your kind.”

And for the first time in your life you wanted desperately to become popular, because maybe then Jeongin would take you seriously.

But it’s fine. You’re going to destroy him regardless.

“Yo, not to interrupt this whole bonding thing we have going on, but I kinda need to head back to practice.” His voice snaps you back to reality. “Is that chill with you?”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s chill.” You muster up your most convincing smile for him. One time in fifth grade your drama teacher told you you’re a natural actor, and you pray to God those innate talents are still there. Now that you think about it, she may have just been calling you a liar.

For good measure, you give him an awkward thumbs up before walking away. When you make eye contact with Seungmin, he raises his eyebrow as if to ask what the fuck was that? You can only shrug in response. You have no idea either.

You sit back down on the bleachers, occasionally eyeing your target, feasting your eyes on the way his muscles flex under his baggy Radiohead t-shirt when he dribbles the ball around the court and the sweat that drips from his hair. You’re used to your own deranged behavior, but this feels almost perverse. Maybe it’s because you’re basically acquaintances with him now (the word makes you want to spit your cheesecake back up), or maybe it’s because you can’t help but let your stare linger on the cross dangling from his chain.

Gross, you think to yourself, as you keep your eyes on him for the rest of the day.

On the last day of school before summer break, the unexpected happens: the basketball team invites you to their party. Well, technically, they invited everyone. It’s supposed to be Bang Chan’s last party before he graduates, and he just so happens to be friends with every single student. Thus, you and Seungmin are now situated in front of his front door, waiting for him to welcome you in.

You don’t usually go to parties, and to be very honest nobody really expects you to. The reasoning is a bit pretentious, you suppose, but you truly just don’t believe in the necessity of rebellion in leading to better adulthood. However you do believe in yourself and your incredibly sexy intellectual prowess, and you have an operation to carry out, so tonight you let yourself let loose just a bit.

“Ah, there you guys are!” Chan greets you and Seungmin, ushering you inside his… house is an understatement, honestly, it’s a mansion. “Mingle around!”

You’re still out of place, you notice. Since you didn’t plan on actually drinking or dancing, you decided to come in your usual get-up of your dream university’s merch sweater and a pair of baggy jeans. You mentally cursed yourself for not realizing that all of Chan’s friends would be the cool, charismatic type.

Suddenly wishing you had stayed home instead, you excuse yourself to the bathroom, which was (fortunately for you) on the second floor, away from most of the crowds. When you get there, however, you’re met with Jeongin’s sharp gaze in front of the door.

“Been a while,” he states, leaning on the wall and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Could I get you anything? A drink, maybe?”

“I don’t drink. At least not tonight,” you respond. Then you notice that his hands are also empty. “What about you?”

“Nah, I don’t do that stuff.” He shakes his head to enunciate his disapproval. “I don’t mind that the other guys do it, but I’m pretty religious, so…”

The devil perched upon your shoulder whispers hot but the angel on the other side exclaims what the fuck?

“Cool.” You stare at your shoes, thinking about how to turn this exchange into yet another round of revenge. When you get an idea, you beam up at him. “Wanna walk and talk with me?”

The moment he verbalizes his agreement, you grab him by the arm and rush downstairs. There, you do as you had suggested: walk and talk. Turns out Chan’s first floor is big enough for about thirty minutes of conversation.

When you get to the outdoor pool, you take off your shoes and dip your toes in the water with Jeongin following suit, sitting right beside you. Your conversation drifts to so many different topics— music, childhood TV shows, dating— you almost forget the reason why you brought him here. He’s observant, you notice, and he has thoughts on a lot of different things, something you didn’t think was possible. You always thought he was just dumb.

“Y’know, I was kinda flattered by your email, I’m not gonna lie,” he admits sheepishly.

“Pardon?” You look at him, puzzled. “Did you say flattered?”

“Well, yeah, I mean, no one really notices me like that.”

You stare at him, eyes blank and mouth agape. Surely this guy has gone insane, right? He’s one of the school’s most beloved students, by other students and faculty members alike.

“Like, I know they like me, but I don’t really stand out amongst the others. Chris is the friendly one, Minho is the mysterious one, Changbin is the strong one, Hyunjin is the artistic one, Jisung is the funny one, Felix is the kind one, Seungmin is the smart one, and what am I? I have all those qualities too, but they pale in comparison. People don’t have enough reason to hate me, but I know they think I’m boring. So being hated so passionately was kind of a big thing for me… I’m sorry, is that weird?”

If you didn’t want to slap him before, you sure as hell do now. How blindly privileged is this guy that his problem in life is not being the coolest guy on the varsity basketball team? You puff out your cheeks to hold back an exasperated sigh, and pull out a gentle smile instead.

“Jeongin, I don’t think people see you that way at all.” You place a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Have you ever considered that maybe they might just be a bit intimidated by you?”

This is exactly how your mother talks to you when you start crying about how nobody ever has a crush on you on a random Thursday night. God bless that woman for gaslighting you into a positive attitude.

“You really think so?” He looks at you with these wide puppy-like eyes and you finally understand what the girls on Instagram mean when they talk about ‘getting the ick.’

“Really,” you affirm with a bright smile.

“Thank you. That means a lot to me.”

Just as he pulls you into a warm embrace, you push him just subtly enough that he wouldn’t notice it until he’s falling into the pool. With a large splash, all eyes turn to the two of you. He comes up from the water, clothes and hair drenched, and you feel a sense of satisfaction wash over you when you finally see a distressed expression etch itself onto his features.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry!” You lie, faking your concern. “Are you okay?”

“I’m… I’m fine.” He climbs out of the pool, and you curse yourself for staring a little too long at his defined muscles under his wet shirt. Then, he turns to you and says, “Needed to cool off anyways.”

And he laughs. Laughs at himself and laughs at your befuddled face and laughs when Chan asks if he’s alright, shooting him a quick thumbs up before grabbing the nearest beach towel. When his other friends crowd around him, he laughs and laughs and laughs and it drives you fucking insane. The resonating sound of his laughter surrounds the backyard in an instant, and for a moment you wish you had drowned yourself in that pool instead.

“I will shove my middle fingers in your dimples,” you mutter under your breath, and you consider it a promise.

“Be right back,” he tells you before rushing to the nearest bathroom to change his clothes, playfully flicking droplets of water onto your face and ruffling your hair, dampening it.

You watch as he walks away, feeling a strange pang of guilt in your chest when you notice his smile faltering as people start to focus amongst themselves again. Now it’s your turn to laugh, half out of disbelief and half out of pure glee.

Everything is going according to plan.

“I didn’t push him.”

Lie.

“We were just talking.” Lie.

“I still hate him.”

Lie?

Wow, three lies in a row. And to your best friend, of all people. This Operation 143 has really tested your moral compass, and it’s not looking great for you. No wonder why Seungmin is calling you at 3 AM, interrogating you about what the hell happened tonight.

“See, now, some of those statements kind of contradict each other,” he states. “I have no doubt that you still hate him, but I also don’t doubt the pure evil in your heart. You would have pushed him, and you wouldn't even be sorry about it.”

“Uh, well, you’re wrong,” you tell him. “Clearly you don’t know me that well then.”

“Whatever you say, but if one day you decide to come clean of your crimes, you owe me something. Something very very dear to me.”

At first you were nervous, because it’s obvious your best friend is on to you (note to self: be less evil on a day to day basis). But then you remember it’s your best friend, there’s only one thing he would want from you in this situation.

“Yes, yes, I’ll take you out for a fancy dinner,” you sigh. “That’s only if I confess my sins to you, Father Seungmin, and it’s not happening because I’m completely innocent.”

“Please never call me that again.”

“Noted.”

At that, your phone buzzes with a new notification. It’s from an unknown number, but you can see a display name. Jeongin.

~Jeongin: u up?

God, could this guy act more like a fuckboy? Somehow noticing the tension in the air despite your physical distance, Seungmin questions your mood.

“Jeongin just texted me.”

“Oh, so that’s what he wanted your number for.”

“Are you dumb?” You ask, but it feels more like an accusation. “Why the fuck else would he ask for my number, idiot?”

Seungmin makes a noise equivalent to a shrug, and you let it pass. You were just about to question him further about Jeongin asking for your number, but the man himself texts once again.

~Jeongin: wanna hang tmr?

“Ew,” you mutter quietly. “I think he thinks we’re friends or something.”

“Oh, right, I remember you don’t do those.” You can almost hear his eyes rolling at your annoyance at Jeongin. He’s expressed his disapproval for your one-sided rivalry many times, but you always bite back with words too vulgar to write down here.

“Yeah, you know you’re only my close acquaintance, right?” You turn your attention back to your phone, biting your thumb in deep thought. “I’ll be mean to him. Should send the right message.”

You need to change your technique anyway. Befriending him only to be annoying is only going to make him like you more, and betraying him out of the blue takes too much commitment. This is phase four, after all— you have such little time to get the job done. If you manage to succeed during senior year, people aren’t gonna care anymore because everybody is leaving anyway.

You won’t shy away from it anymore; it’s time to be direct. It’s time to be evil.

You: no.

Seungmin sputters out a laugh once you send the screenshot of your texts to him. “You couldn’t have even given him a reason why? God, you’re crueler than I thought.”

“Why can’t he just hate me back?” You whine, slumping your shoulders defeatedly. “Why is he so… So nice? What’s wrong with him?”

“Maybe he likes you,” Seungmin teases. “I kinda see the vision, actually. The nerd and the jock… Classic perfection.”

“You mean cliché,” you groan. “His type is probably other athletes or something. Popular people date popular people, Seungmo.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Seungmin continues in a sing-song tone, so you close your ears and make weird noises, a signal that it’s time for him to shut the fuck up.

jeongin (DONT RESPOND): oh

jeongin (DONT RESPOND): ok :[

A week later you’re sitting in front of the bus station, waiting for Seungmin to arrive. He had promised to take you to the new coffee shop that just opened up to get some work done as a means to get ahead of other students. Nerdy as it may be, this is your summer ritual with your best friend, and if you didn’t fulfill it by the beginning of the summer, the guilt is going to eat you alive until you won’t be able to properly enjoy your holiday.

The summer breeze (or lack thereof) feels like it’s burning you alive, so you pull off your usual sweater to reveal a tank top underneath. Huffing out in irritation, you send a quick text to Seungmin.

You: wru

You: why take so long

You: ur so not a gentleman this is why ur single

Instead of an answer, you receive a phone call in return. You pick it up. “Yo, where are you? I’ve been waiting here for fifteen fucking minutes, dude, I’m parched.”

“I brought a friend,” said Seungmin, completely disregarding your complaints. “Look in front of you.”

And there he is, walking towards you with none other than Yang Jeongin beside him, waving at you like a stray puppy. You close your eyes, trying to pretend for as long as possible that none of it is real. This is probably what I get for trying to sabotage someone out of the basketball team, you think to yourself, deciding to surrender to your fate and greet them with as much kindness as you can muster for the time being.

After approximately thirty minutes of sitting down and discussing the next academic year’s syllabus, you decide that that was the last bit of kindness in your heart. So when Jeongin leaves to go to the restroom, you waste no time catching Seungmin up on what you’ve actually been doing. The letter, the operation— everything.

“25 pages?” Seungmin asks you in disbelief. “My god, that’s a thesis.”

“It might as well be, at this point.” You nod solemnly at his comment. There’s no use denying anything; at your core, you’re just pure cruel and sadistic. At the very least you know your best friend will love you regardless, even if nobody else will.

“Listen, I love you, truly I do. But you’ve got to stop,” Seungmin grabs your shoulders and looks you dead in the eye. He has never looked this serious before and meant it. “He’s, like, falling in love with you.”

“Pardon me?”

“I know, I know, it’s your worst nightmare, and I know you don’t like him like that, which is why I’m telling you this. Stop now or you will break his heart even more.”

Just as you were about to respond, Jeongin comes back to the table. If he hadn’t, you’re not sure what you would have had to say. Would you disagree with even the thought of it, telling Seungmin he’s a liar? Would you have argued that if your plan were to work, Jeongin would hate you in the end anyway? Or would you have asked him how to make those feelings grow?

But no, no. He doesn’t like you, not like that. He’s just kind, that’s all. He can’t.

And the next hour passes by like torture, with both boys having to snap you back to the present moment about five times each. You couldn’t care less about the syllabus or the coffee or the new inside jokes you all made that day. All you could think about was how Jeongin’s hand would brush against yours when he borrowed a pencil, or the way his eyes would lock with yours when he laughed at Seungmin’s sarcastic remarks.

The entire time, your mind was calculating the probability of Jeongin actually being in love with you. Each answer was always too close to 1 for your liking.

You couldn’t get him out of your head.

To be fair, you never could. But it used to be about hatred. You used to find joy in boring two-hour classes because you knew you could just spend those two hours daydreaming about what Jeongin would look like with real tears in his eyes, with a scowl on his lips, with anything other than that damned smile.

You told your boss you’d be taking the night shift at Lucy’s for a while, because your days would be spent hanging out with friends on the holidays. This isn’t true at all, of course, you just found it more difficult to escape those Jeongin-plagued thoughts when you were about to drift to slumber. Unfortunately, this didn’t work the way you had hoped, because it turns out the diner basically doesn’t have any customers after 8 PM.

It’s almost 10 PM now, the hour when you’ll have to close up the diner. Nobody has come inside in the last forty-five minutes, so you figure it’s best to close up early. That way, you’ll get more time to scroll on your phone or read a book.

You should have seen it coming, really. You know you could never escape him. There, standing in front of the doors of Lucy’s diner, is your haunting, your shadow, your karmic retribution.

“I keep thinking about you,” he says, almost breathless, as he steps into the diner.

“How long have you been standing there?” “Like, five seconds,” he answers. Then, as if to emphasize his previous statement, he says, “You owe me sleep.”

“You don’t think that goes both ways?” You turn away from him, placing all the cleaning supplies on the bar counter. When you look back, he’s already eagerly striding towards you.

“What are you saying? That you want me?”

“I… I don’t know,” you mutter. You can’t look at him, not right now, not like this. You would break not just his heart, but yours as well. “I don’t know how I feel. I need a… an experiment or an investigation or something that I know is going to tell me if this is actually real, because I have no fucking clue what’s real anymore.”

Without another word, he places both palms on the counter behind you, trapping your body between his, and kisses you.

It knocks the breath right out of your soul. Every vessel in your brain is screaming at you, reminding you that it’s wrong and he’s not supposed to like you and you’re not supposed to like him back and that you sure as hell shouldn’t be kissing him at all, let alone your workplace.

Nevertheless, you can’t help it. Everything you knew has been proven wrong. Everything you have questioned has proven themselves to be true. You know nothing at all. You kiss him back.

Acknowledging your reciprocation, he lifts a hand to cradle your face, gently brushing his thumb over your cheekbone down to your jaw. He takes a step closer, pressing your body flush against his. You haven’t closed the diner; somebody could walk in at any moment.

Running your fingers through his soft locks, he takes the opportunity to trail his lips to your neck. It’s at this moment that you begin to feel everything, and it’s all too real too quick. You push him away, taking one brief glance at his disheveled hair and swollen, rose-tinted lips.

You know you shouldn’t. You know you’re being a coward. You know the answer.

Be that as it may, you still run.

seungmo: Bball game @ school tonight

seungmo: Idk what happened w u and jeongin but pls come to the game

seungmo: U know how much ive been looking forward to this

seungmo: I'll keep him away, i promise

You shouldn’t have gone. You should have stayed home, rotting in your room for yet another night, catching up on all the studying you missed out on when you went to that coffee shop with Seungmin, finding yourself tracing the shape of your lips when you’re deep in thought, recalling the way Jeongin’s felt on yours.

The truth is, you do know how much Seungmin has been looking forward to this match. He had realized long ago that you couldn’t care less about sports, but still he found your face amongst the crowd every single time. Even though you had such a deep scowl it made him chuckle every time he saw you, he felt his chest warm with affection at the act of being present.

This is one of those unconditional, unspoken rules you’ve established in your friendship. You would support him, and he would support you. You couldn’t have ditched this.

But as you approach closer and closer to the basketball court, you notice something amiss. By now, you should have been able to hear the rowdy chanting of other students. You should have already been blinded by the lights surrounding the court, considering it’s already 6 PM. You should have seen Seungmin waiting for you, but he’s not there.

Nothing’s there. Nothing but Yang Jeongin, standing in the middle of the court.

“I’m starting to think Seungmin is playing matchmaker,” you say as you walk towards him.

His face cracks into a fit of laughter, and it lights up the whole area. “You think?”

You’re close enough to him to see how puffy his eyes are— is he just exhausted or has he been crying? He’s silent for a second, catching his bottom lip between his teeth, before opening his mouth to finally speak.

“Listen, I—”

“No, no,” you interrupt him. “Let me speak first.”

“I used to despise you, as you already know. For a reason that is so stupid that if I said it out loud right now I’d pee myself laughing, probably. And I guess that hatred helped me cover up my insecurities, and that I couldn’t believe someone like me and someone like you could be with anything more than enemies.” At some point, you started looking into his eyes, and now you can’t seem to pull away. “You’re not boring, Yang Jeongin, not at all. You’re certain. You’re my probability of 1.”

“So… Moral of the story, I’m different from all the other boys, yes?” He teases, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer inch by inch.

“You think that’s the moral of the story?” “Hell, no,” he chuckles. “The moral of the story is that sometimes you need to ditch that whole superiority complex and realize that you’re exactly like everybody else. You’re smart, yes, but you’re also stupid and naive and clumsy. And that’s completely alright. That doesn’t make you any less deserving of anything, it just makes you human.”

And as he tugs you into a kiss, you realize he’s right. It doesn’t matter what you know. Life is still uncertain, anyway, and the probabilities of most things are far less than 1. All you know is that whatever happens, you’ll be loved in the process.

#🕸️ SPIDERHANzZz !!!#stray kids x reader #yang jeongin x reader #skz #skz x reader #stray kids #yang jeongin #i.n #i.n skz #i.n stray kids #i.n x reader #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfiction

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linos-luna · 1 year

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Dreams ☁️

Seungmin x Poc!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Just suggestive. groping. Kissing

(Reader is implied to be Black, indigenous Latina or Metiza Latina, Native American, or Indian)

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You sat at your desk while resting your head on your hand. You were thinking about your friend/coworker, Seungmin. He’s in the office next to yours with a connected wall. He’s amazing. So smart and handsome along with patient with you.

Sometimes it took you longer to figure things out and instead of mocking you or getting mad at you about it, he’s kind and explains it for you.

A coworker in your specific room was supposed to help train you but it seemed that she resented you and constantly degraded you for not understanding. It often left you anxious when going to work. But it was worth it when Seungmin would come into the room.

He’d often come in to talk with his friend that was also in the room with you. But he was always nice enough to chat with you too. Sometimes you go to his office to ask questions rather than ask the girl right behind you.

Earlier that day that girl and Seungmin’s friend were talking about an exam that you didn’t know about: the ‘Baby Bar’? You’ve never heard of it. You knew the bar exam was for law students but what was the ‘Baby Bar’?? A shorter test?

“The baby bar! You don’t know what that is?!” She laughed. “How don’t you know?”

“I-I just never heard of it…”

“Y/n, even I’ve heard about it! It’s the baby bar!” The friend said while really enunciating the words Baby Bar. “You really don’t get it??”

“I…”

“Y/n.”

You felt a hand on your shoulder: It was seungmin.

“The Baby Bar is a test like the Bar exam. But you don’t have to go to law school. He explained. “There’s other requirements but you won’t be qualified for certain things.”

“Oh… thanks seungmin…” you replied shyly while looking down.

The man only gave a look to the girl that torments you on the daily which made her go back to working on her computer.

He waved bye to you before walking back to his room.

So now here you were. An hour later, thinking about this man.

But he has a girlfriend. You’ve met her once and she’s very nice. You’re the same star sign as her and you both have similar personalities. She’s shy but sweet. But even if he didn’t have her, you felt like he’d never go out with you.

The biggest difference was appearance. In that regard, she’s nothing like you. He seemed to have a type when seeing his past ex. Preferences that you didn’t fit. Having a race preference isn’t inherently good but you felt he had one. You were brown, dark thick hair, and definitely a different body shape. Sometimes you felt like a giant next to his girlfriend.

You sighed. If only you could be like her…

However you were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard your name.

“Hey y/n!”

You looked up, realizing that it was him.

“Oh, hi.”

“Can I talk to you for a minute.” He asked while standing in front of your desk.

“Um… yeah…”

“Y/n, do you like me?” He asked bluntly.

“W-what…?”

“You like me right? Like… have a crush?”

“Well yes—… but no… um…” You were blushing, unsure of what was happening. “I know you have a girlfriend so—… you shouldn’t worry about… it’s just a little crush…”

“I mean… I like you too.”

“But you have a girlfriend. I-I’d never do that to her…” you said nervously while standing up. “I know what it’s like to have someone else—”

“We broke up…” he said casually.

“Oh I’m sorry to hear…”

“Don’t be. She cheated on me.” He said with a sigh.

“I’ve always had a little crush on you though…” he said with a shrug. “I just never knew how to tell you.”

“Seungmin…”

“Would you like to hang out after work? There’s a new coffee shop that opened nearby.”

You were in shock. Was this actually happening?? Must be a dream right??

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A few hours later and for find yourself at said coffee shop with Seungmin. It was a small place with not many people there.

You sipped on your drink as he talked to you. Only watching him and how handsome he is.

“Hey, are you listening.” He chuckled.

“Oh yeah.” You blushed. “Sorry.”

Seungmin rubbed your hand and you tensed up and blushed.

“Y/n. I know you don’t believe it… but I think you’re very cute:”

“Oh… thank you…”

“Y/n…” he sighed while pushing your chin up with his fingers. “You really are beautiful. Please believe me…”

You look at him with a smile.

“You doubt yourself a lot… and let yourself get degraded by that bitch in your office.” He said while rubbing your cheek. “You’re worth so much more…”

“Thank you seungmin…”

“C’mon…” he stood while tugging your arm.

“Where are we going…?”

“To the car. I’ll drive you home.” He said with a smile.

You nodded and followed. He held your hand and led you to his car. The grey Tesla. The car you see every day at work. You always wondered how he could afford the expensive car when you both hold the same position and you definitely can’t afford it. Maybe he does something on the side. Who knows?

“Y/n…” seungmin leaned over and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “Can I kiss you more? Can I touch you?”

You blushed and nodded. You were surprised he remembered. A while back you went on an awful date where you had some unconsentual advances forced on you. He must’ve remembered that. It was actually sweet.

Seungmin gently kissed your lips while holding onto your side.

It was a magical feeling and you leaned forward to get more. His lips were soft and you wanted to get closer.

Seungmin noticed this and backed his seat up, giving you room to crawl over and sit on his lap.

He rubbed your sides and continued making out with you.

You couldn’t help grinding lightly on his lap and whining as he reached his hand under your shirt.

He gently kissed down your neck as he played with the material of your bra.

You wanted his lips on yours again and he did exactly that.

Seungmin lightly groped your breast and you sighed as you pulled away and looked at him with a smile.

“Are you happy, sweetheart?” He asked while pushing some hair away from your face.

“Mmhm.” You nodded before hugging him. Resting your head on his chest. His cologne smelled so good. You were so relaxed as he rubbed your back. This was perfect…

~~~

“Y/n… y/n!”

Your head shot up. Back at your desk? But how?

“Oh good you’re awake!”

You looked up, seeing Seungmin there nudging your shoulder.

“I thought I’d wake you up before you know who comes back from lunch.” He said with a shrug.

“What…?” You looked around confused. “How long have I been sleeping….?

“Maybe 20-30 minutes? Don’t worry. No one saw you.”

“Oh.. well thanks for waking me up…”

The man nodded and started to head out.

You sighed and rested your head on your hand. A dream. It was all a dream?? That sucks.

“Hey y/n.”

You perked up as he walked back over to you, in front of your desk.

“Can I talk to you for a minute…?”

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All my fics are implied to have poc readers in mind so that everyone can enjoy them. That’s why it’s always in the tags. I just hate when y/n is described in fics to have specific non poc features. It makes ppl feel left out.

This fic in particular mentions race a little more directly so that’s why it says “x poc!Fem!Reader”

This is literally a dream I had with my crush that I’ve mentioned multiple times and sometimes I wonder these things like race since from what I’ve seen he’s only ever dated a specific race.

Also, the conversation about fhe “Baby Bar” did actually happen at work the way it played out here.

(Oh yeah that’s my actual work desk in the photo 😅)

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lovestay-channie · 9 months

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Written in the Stars ☆ Chapter 6

Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem reader

Genre: SMAU, Stray Kids x Modern Hogwarts, Hufflepuff x Slytherin, (minor/one sided) Enemies to Lovers, Reverse Grumpy Sunshine

Warnings: mentions death, several battles, a few swear words here and there

Synopsis: It is modern time at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. One Hufflepuff who suppresses her emotions while one Slytherin who breaks the stereotype of the Slytherin Prince. Will they connect? Or will they continue to clash?

Word Count: 1.6k

Screenshots: 9

Taglist: OPEN

It’s day one of the Triwizard Tournament.

Hogwarts is filled with students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. It almost feels claustrophobic with how many students are in the castle. There wasn’t one person who wasn’t talking about the first task today. That includes your friend group. All during breakfast, they kept smothering poor Chris about the first task. He just kept his bright, charming smile on his face even as strangers kept coming to the table.

It was finally the afternoon and time to head to the Forbidden Forest. You, Marina, and Annaliese linked arms together to keep each other warm. “Why couldn’t they have done this closer to the spring? It’s absolutely freezing out here!” Marina shrieks.

“Mare, you are wearing a skirt. Of course you are freezing!” Hyunjin laughs.

“Fashion doesn’t stop in the fall/winter, Hyun!” she smirks.

“Don’t you know her at all?” you giggle.

It had been a while since you have been to the Forbidden Forest. You used to go to feed the Thestrals after studying for your OWLS. Lee Know would have to drag you out of there because you found comfort in the invisible creatures. One caught your eye as you were walking to the bleachers set up. It made you feel like you were becoming yourself again.

“Bloody hell! Why are there so many TV’s?! Are you saying we could have just gone to the Great Hall to watch the task?!” Changing whines.

Jisung puts his arm around Changbin, “Oh come on! It won’t be that bad!”

“We are here to support Chris. That means we are here live so he can see us at the finish line. Aren’t you best friend after all?” Annaliese jokes, dragging you and Marina up the bleacher’s stairs.

The group finally decided to go to the middle of the bleachers as if they were in the movie theatre watching a new film. You guys almost take up a whole row: Changbin is at one end, Marina sitting next to him, then I.N, Seungmin, Annelise, Hyunjin, Jisung, Lee Know, and lastly you at the other end. Crowds of students were gathering around the bleachers to watch. You scan the forest. You couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. However, you did find Chris with the other two champions. He is laughing at something one of them said. Viktor, who was related to Viktor Krum, was a talk, buff, guy. He is 5-6 inches taller than Chris. Chris looks tiny compared to Viktor. Zora was a beautiful Indian girl. She has long, black hair that was pulled back. You envy Chris; you wish you could connect with people like he does. It used to be one of the reasons you couldn’t stand him, but now it was becoming a reason you admire him.

“Y/n!” you hear a deep voice call out.

You snap your head towards the direction of the voice. It was Felix. “Hey! Over here”

Felix runs up, maneuvers around the herd of people, and sits down next to you. “Finally made it!” he smiles.

“Yeah, where were you?” I.N asks, wrapping his blue and silver scarf around his neck.

“Oh! I just had to take care of a few things. Don’t worry about it!” Felix says.

“Where you snogging that Gryffindor girl from your DADA class?” Jisung asks, raising his eyebrow and smirking.

Felix scoffs and turns his attention to the forest in front of them. You look to see what he was looking at, and it was Headmaster Waterburn with his wand to his neck. “Attention students! Welcome to the 126th Triwizard Tournament!” Students rawer with cheers and applause. “It has been way too long since our last tournament, and we do we have a show for you guys! Our champions have been practicing these past few days for an exciting task! They will be participating in Capture the Flag!”

“Well, that’s boring,” Seungmin mutters. Annaliese smacks his arm, and he over exaggerates his pain, leaning into I.N who shoves him back into Anna.

“Each champion has a flag in the forest they need to find in order to win the task. Viktor, orange; Zora, blue; Christopher, green. Now, this isn’t any ordinary Capture the Flag. We have put a spin on it. Instead of a flag, they will be finding flame. Hence forth this is now Capture the Flame. There are items scattered in the forest to help them. Since they are finding their flame in the Forbidden Forest, there will be creatures along their path. What will those creatures do? We will find out!”

“This’ll be interesting!” Hyunjin shakes his head, inhaling sharply.

Chris stands behind a green line. Professor Ryner was behind him, rubbing his shoulders while probably giving him a pep talk. The other champions had their teachers encouraging them as well.

“We will be watching them in the forest with our handy dandy drones! Who knew Muggles could invent something like magic!” Waterburn smiles.

Lee Know rolls his eyes, “Weirdo.”

“Next he’s going to find out there are cars that drive itself!” you nudge your brother.

“But we have had carriages that have been doing that for years!” I.N says.

All eyes are on their youngest friend. Marina pats his shoulder, “You’re too cute, Innie.”

Waterburn continues his remarks, “At the sound of the canon, our champions will march forth into the forest. Are you ready, champions?”

They all give Headmaster a thumbs up. “Let’s give them a countdown. Shall we?”

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

The canon fires and the champions bolt into the forest. There were 3 TV’s; one for each champion you could watch. Your eyes bounce from each TV, not knowing which one to watch first. While looking at each of the screens, you could see there were different colored lights to indicate they were on the right path. It had the champions corresponding colors. They soon faded away once they got deeper into the forest.

Zora is the first to find an item: a sneakoscope. A very handy item to let her know if there is any deception around her. After a while, Viktor found an item: a broom. Another great object, but it has limitations. It only could fly for 10 minutes. Chris, however, is having a really hard time finding items. Zora kept finding object after object, but Chris couldn’t find anything.

The first creature was discovered, and Chris is the suspect. He is surrounded by huge spiders. The audience gasps at how huge they were. Lee Know grabs your hand, knowing you don’t like them. Thankfully, Chris thinks quickly and casts them away with an Expelliarmus. Cheers fill the bleachers. Hyunjin and Changbin even stood up to cheer on for Chris.

The next creature that surfaces is a swarm of Billywigs around Viktor. He runs faster, trying to lose them, but their tiny wings are faster than his long legs. You could see him contemplating with the broom in his hand. He finally puts the broom between his legs and flies towards the sky. He thinks that he out flies them, but one latched onto his shirt. It stings him and flies away.

“What did that bug just do?” I.N asks.

“For how much you study, did you pay attention to Care of Magical Creatures?” Hyunjin laughs.

“My potions classes were harder, so I needed to study for that more,” I.N defends.

“A sting isn’t harmful. He’s about to just be super loopy and start floating. Nothing too serious,” you explain.

“Puffy,” Changbin coughs. Marina punches his arm which didn’t hurt at all because of the muscles padding around his arm.

“How come Chris doesn’t have an item yet?” Lee Know questions.

“Right! Super unfair. It’s like they didn’t give him any items at all! He has found more creatures than anything. Who even brings Dementors to Hogwarts?” Jisung complains, resting his head on Lee Know’s shoulder.

“It’s super strange. Zora has double the amount of items even Viktor has,” Felix says.

“Wait, I think he found one!” Seungmin points to the TV.

All eyes are on Chris’ screen. He was looking inside of a tree’s hole. He pulls out a long piece of clothing. It’s an invisibility cloak! He quickly puts it on and disappears.

“At least it’s something! Hopefully that can help him divert around creatures,” Seungmin says, crossing his arms to keep himself warm.

It has been an hour since the task had started. Everyone is starting to get antsy on when the first person will find their flame. Thankfully, they didn’t have to wait too much longer. A blue flame came into frame as Zora found the torch. She reaches to grab it and raises it in the air. The crowd goes wild!

“We have our first winter! Beauxbaton’s Zora!” Waterburn announces.

Viktor is a close second as found his orange flame in a tree. After a little while, Chris found his green flame guarded by a centaur. The group still cheers for Chris, even if he is last. The champions are apparated back to their starting line, torch still in hand. Waterburn has them stand in the center holding up their flames. Zora has a huge smile painted on her face. Viktor waves to everyone. Chris slightly smiles, but you can see the disappointed look in his eyes.

Suddenly, their flames cover the torch and change into a bunny rabbit.

“This is your next clue for the next task! Good luck!” Waterburn exclaims.

The group runs down the bleachers to meet Chris. He notices everyone walking towards him, but he turns his back and walks away.

“Wait up, Chris!” Changbin says, running to him. Everyone stays back. Changbin reaches Chris and touches his shoulder, but he brushes Changbin’s hand and shakes his head. He then apperates away, leaving everyone in the forest.

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skz317cb97 · 2 years

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Poppy's Dream

Lee Minho x Thick female reader

Word count: 4.5k

Synopsis: A sequel to Teasing Poppy. Some big news comes up and you're unsure how to tell Minho. Luckily you get some sound advice from an unexpected visitor.

A/N: 18+ only! Moving right along! I can't believe how quickly I got this one out! I had the idea for this one about as long as I did the Seungmin one. This is the third sequel in the SKZ x Thick Reader Series. I definitely cried writing Teasing Poppy and I hate to inform you that I definitely cried writing Poppy's Dream. I hope you guys like it! If you do give it a like, reblog, comment on it, shoot me an ask and a keyboard smash! I love the feedback I get from you guys on this series! As always warnings and smut below the cut.

Warnings: MDNI 18+ONLY! Cursing/swearing, vomiting, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected piv sex (use condoms folks), cream pie, cum play (a little), squirting, mentions of a breeding kink. There is some warnings omitted (nothing violent or graphic) to keep the element of surprise in the story, so please keep that in mind when reading. 🖤 I think that's it for this one, if I missed anything please let me know and I'll add it to the warnings asap!

You sat at the dinner table with Minho stirring your dinner around in your bowl grimacing. Just the sight and smell of it made you nauseas, although you typically liked Indian food. He laughed a little at the face you were making.

"What is this again?" You asked. You usually like Minhos's cooking, clearly, that night's dinner, was not a win.

“It's dal makhani, its usually one of your favorite when we go out. It's the first time I've made it, you don’t like it?” He smirked and you put your spoon down.

“I don’t know, I haven’t tried it yet. I’m sure it’s good I just...” Before you could finish your sentence, you slapped your hand over your mouth and ran to the bathroom. Minho was right behind you making sure you were alright. Just as you got to the toilet everything in your stomach came out. Minho took a step back when you started puking.

“Uh... are you okay?” You looked at him irritated by the obvious answer to his question.

“Oh, yeaa Minho I’m great I’m just down here checking the wax seal on the toilet.” He chuckled a little at your sarcasm. He always thought you were cute when you were sassy like that.

“Alright yea dumb question, do you need anything?” You sighed and laid your head on the seat of the toilet.

“A water maybe?” Minho nodded and left to get you some water. You started puking again wondering if maybe something you ate that day didn’t agree with you. When everything had evacuated your stomach and you drank some water you felt a lot better.

“It had to have been something from lunch.” Minho nodded agreeing. The next day while he was off at work and you were doing some work from home, a wave of nausea hit you again. You ran quickly from your computer to the toilet and everything, which wasn’t much, came up again. What the hell, you thought you’d gotten this out of your system. You didn’t say anything to Minho that night when he got home. You felt better again and you didn’t want him to worry but in the middle of the night you sprang up from bed, scaring the life out of him as you dashed to the bathroom again.

“Hey, are you still not feeling well?” He asked as he made his way into the bathroom behind you rubbing the sleep from his eyes. You shook your head.

“I thought I was better, but I guess not. I’ll make a doctor’s appointment tomorrow.” He nodded, yawning and helped you up so you both could get back to bed. The next day you made that appointment, just as soon as you were done throwing up your breakfast. They luckily had a cancelation, and they were able to get you in that day. You called Minho and told him you were going to the doctor, then got washed up and ready to leave.

For some reason as you sat in the waiting room of the doctor’s office you started to feel a bit nervous. You couldn’t put your finger on why and the anxiety didn’t help the nausea you were already feeling again. A nurse came from the back and called your name. She escorted you to a room and handed you a gown.

“Go ahead and put this on and another nurse will be in shortly for vitals.” You nodded and took the robe. You always hated the smell of hospitals. You liked the smell of dirt and flowers, and hospitals smelled the total opposite, like antiseptic and sanitizer you hated it. It also reminded you of the time you spent in the hospital with your grandfather while he was sick, which wasn’t the best time in your life. You still thought of him every day. The next nurse came in, took your vitals, and asked a few routine questions.

“Allergies to any medication?” You shook your head no.

“Feelings of hurting yourself or others?” You shook your head no again.

“Do you feel safe at home?” You scoffed and she looked at you.

“Yes. I’m safe at home.” The nurse nodded.

“Are you sexually active.” Your face turned red and you nodded.

“Any chance you could be pregnant?” You were getting ready to shake your head no again and stopped.

“Uh, I don’t think so...” She pulled out a little plastic cup and handed it to you.

“Go ahead into that bathroom and pee in this cup for me.” You took the cup and did as she said. When you came back out, she took the cup and left you, saying the doctor would be in shortly. You sat there picking at your cuticles and racking your brain. Could you be pregnant? It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility obviously. You and Minho had a healthy and particularly active sex life. You didn’t use condoms anymore because you were on birth control, but you were a little careless sometimes and missed one here and there. When was your last period? You counted in your head and then the doctor knocked and came in.

“Ms. y/l/n! I think we’ve figured out the source of your nausea.” You were on the edge of the table waiting to hear what he said next.

“It looks like congratulations are in order. You’re pregnant! I’d say probably between eight to ten weeks, but we can find out for sure at your first prenatal appointment I’m going to send some prenatal vitamin’s home with you and I want you to start taking them first thing tomorrow.” You were absolutely gob smacked. Pregnant. You and Minho had never discussed having kids. How would he react? Would he be upset with you? You were scared. Scared to tell Minho, scared to be pregnant, scared to give birth, scared to have to care for a living thing that could not care for itself. You didn’t know how you would tell him, but you had time to think. You were still in your first trimester; you wouldn’t start showing for a few more months. You had time to figure it out. When you got home Minho was already there. He met you at the door and took your coat.

“Well? What did the doctor say?” You should tell him. You needed to tell him. You HAD to tell him.

“Just a stomach bug he thinks, everything is good.” You internally cursed yourself for being such a coward. Minho looked confused. You cupped his face and kissed him sweetly.

“I’m okay Min, really.” He nodded, taking your word for it. He knew if it were serious, you would tell him. The next week was pretty much the same for you. The sudden urge to puke any given time morning noon and night. You were hiding your vitamins and taking them every day like the doctor said, but they seemed to be making the nausea worse. Minho was starting to worry, if this was a stomach bug shouldn’t it have worked its way out of your system by now? You hated that you made him worry but you were still terrified that he might be upset with you when he found out.

That next week, you couldn’t take it anymore. You called your doctor and left a message explaining that your prenatals were making you sicker and asked if there was anything he could do to help. As you were hanging up the phone Minho walked up behind you wrapping his arms around you from behind. You hadn’t heard him, and it made you jump and squeak.

“Sorry baby I didn’t mean to scare you.” You shook your head.

“No, you’re fine Min, I just didn’t hear you come in. I didn’t think you’d be home until later this afternoon?” He rested his chin on your shoulder and hummed.

“I wanted to come check on my girl.” He kissed your cheek.

“Who were you on the phone with?” You thought quickly. If you said the doctor he would only worry more.

“Mom, she was calling to check up on me too.” Minho smiled and squeezed you a little tighter.

“How you feeling?” You shrugged.

“So so, I’m thinking about taking a nap. I’m just really exhausted for some reason.” Minho turned you towards him and examined your face. He put the back of his hand to your forehead, then his lips.

“Okay baby get some rest. I’ll make something light for dinner a little later.” You nodded, kissed Minho and went off to nap in your room. About an hour after you had fallen asleep Minho started to clean the kitchen before getting dinner ready. Just as he started the dishwasher the phone rang. He hurried over to answer it, so it didn’t wake you. He wanted you to at least get a couple hours of rest. He was worried about your condition. You were always sick and seemed to be getting weaker for no reason. Minho pushed those thoughts aside and answered the telephone.

“Hello?” An older man’s voice came over the line.

“Yes is Ms. y/l/n available? This is Dr. Reed calling her back.” Minho was surprised. He didn’t know you had called your doctor again. You must still be feeling really sick.

“Oh, uh well she’s resting, she hasn’t been feeling well. I’m her boyfriend, is everything okay?” The doctor hummed.

“Oh yes. I just wanted to let her know that I called in the prescription for her prenatal vitamins, these should be easier on her stomach, but I want her to take an extra for folic acid. If the new ones I prescribe make her sick too she can do Flintstone vitamins she just has to take two and I will call her in a calcium supplement to add to the folic acid.” Minho stood there speechless.

“You get all that son?” Minho nodded as if the doctor would see and found his voice again.

“Yes sir, prenatal and folic acid, Flintstones, and calcium if they make her sick.” The doctor hummed in approval.

“Good, if she needs anything else just have her call the PA and leave a message and one of us will call her back as soon as possible.” Minho thanked the doctor and hung up. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d held in and ran his hands through his hair. Prenatal vitamins? As in prenatal prenatal, as in pregnancy? You were pregnant?! How long had you known? Why hadn’t you told him yet? If you were taking the vitamins surely you intended on keeping the baby. Maybe you didn’t want kids. The two of you had never discussed it. You had been together a year and a half and only moved in together a few months before so marriage, babies, hadn’t really been a big discussion between you yet. Minho’s thoughts swirled like a cyclone in his head. He went back to cleaning the kitchen and getting stuff ready for dinner as the questions piled up.

You were walking through your grandfather’s greenhouse, the sun shining through the panes of glass warming your skin. You ran your fingers along one of the flower beds taking in the scent of all the freshly bloomed plants. It was peaceful there, it always was. You needed a little peace right then. When you heard his voice, it didn’t startle you at all. It was as if you expected him. It’s where you would always find him, so you weren’t surprised he was there now.

“Poppy plant?” You turned and there was your grandfather. You ran up to him and threw yourself at him, hugging him, crying. He still smelled like mint and earth just like he always did.

“Pop! Pop, I miss you so much!” You sobbed into the apron he always wore, and he smoothed your hair down comforting you.

“Shhh, now Poppy, don’t cry. There’s far too much to be celebrating right now.” You backed up and looked up at him confused.

“Wha-” He scrunched his nose smiling and booped your belly.

“I’m gonna be a great pop!” Your jaw dropped. How on earth did he know? Before you could even ask, he spoke again.

“I like the boy. He treats you well and has a good heart, a bit of a smart ass but... he would never hurt you.” You stood there speechless.

“Why haven’t you told him Poppy?” You snapped out of it realizing he’d asked you a question.

“I... I... I’m scared. What if he doesn’t want kids, what if he’s upset with me? What if... What if he leaves me and I have to raise a child alone?” Your grandfather pulled you in and hugged you tightly.

“That boy would never do that. You’re a part of his heart now and that little girl will be too.” You pulled away again and gasped at the information your grandfather just revealed. Your hands held your belly that still wasn’t showing yet as tears continued to fill your eyes. He nodded.

“You’re going to be such a wonderful mother and you made a wise choice in your partner. You are going to be so happy for a long time Poppy and my heart soars because that’s all I've ever wanted for you sweetie.” You hugged your grandfather tightly. You felt like he was going again, like you were losing him all over again.” You held him.

“Now y/n, you listen up, go tell that boy he’s gonna be a dad. I love you. I have to go now.” You cried harder, squeezed harder.

“No, you can’t! You can’t go again! I can’t do this without you!” Your grandfather cupped your face in his big, calloused hand as tears cascaded down your face.

“Oh, Poppy you never will, I’ll always be with you.” You squeezed him tighter, but it wouldn’t stop the inevitable.

“Goodbye Poppy plant, goodbye sweetie.”

You woke up hysterical. Minho heard you from the kitchen and went rushing into your bedroom panicked, worried something might be wrong with you, something might be wrong with the baby.

“Y/N! Baby baby! What’s wrong?! He sat on the bed in front of you and you threw your arms around him and squeezed him as tightly as you had your grandfather in your dream, terrified Minho may disappear too. Words that were barely discernable were coming out between choked frantic sobs.

“I’m pregnant Minho! I... I’m pregnant. I’ve known for almost two weeks. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you before. I was so scared Minho. I was scared you would hate me; I was scared you would leave.” You pulled away looking into his eyes, yours were wild and filled with panic.

“We’ve never talked about children; I don’t even know if you want to be a dad. I’m so sorry I’m sorry please don’t leave me, please don’t leave me too!” Minho struggled to take everything you were saying in but managed to get all of it.

“y/n, Poppy, baby... It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. Take some deep breaths, it’s not good for the baby for you to be so upset, please try and calm down.” You took some deep breaths. It helped that Minho was so calm. After a few breaths, you weren’t quite as frantic, but tears still streaked your face.

“Are you upset with me?” Minho shook his head immediately.

“No baby no! I know we didn’t talk about kids but anything that’s a piece of me and you is a good thing, okay? Please don’t worry. I will never leave you. I love you y/n, you are a part of my heart, and now this baby is too.” You could not control the tears coming from your eyes and wondered if you would ever run out. Your grandfather had told you that very thing.

“I love you Minho, I love you so much.” He kissed you and you wrapped your arms around his neck, threading your fingers through his hair. Minho deepened the kiss and his tongue slid into your mouth, teasing yours. You climbed onto his lap and his hands slid up your thick thighs and squeezed your ass.

“Want you, need you, please. Make love to me Minho, please.” You begged for him in between heated kisses filled with teeth and tongue. Minho would never deny you. He turned and laid you back on the bed, running his hands down your plush skin. When he got to your tummy he stopped and traced a heart around your navel, and you thought yours might burst. Minho kissed right below it and continued his trail of kisses down to your panties. He looped his fingers through the sides and pulled them down. You lifted your ass assisting him in their removal.

“I don’t think we’ll be needing these tonight kitten.” He threw them, landing god knows where, and you laughed. You laughed until Minho’s tongue drug through your folds. He teased your clit with the tip of his tongue, then gently sucked. He went back and forth between those two maneuvers until you thought you would lose your mind.

“Fingers, please Min fin-fingers.” You were dripping now so Minho’s two fingers slid inside you easily.

“God yes Minho yes!” He started moving them in and out of you just a little, curling them and reaching your g spot expertly.

“Cum for me baby, melt on my tongue.” Minho started sucking on your clit again, when he felt your walls starting to flutter around his fingers, he knew you were close and hummed in delight, sending you teetering over the edge of the cliff you had been standing on. His strong veiny hands held your thick thighs down on the bed as he licked and cleaned every bit of your cum from your pussy.

“So good, such a good kitty, so fucking tasty.” He gave it another broad lick with his tongue and then climbed over you. He was looking down at you while you tried to get your bearings again. Minho couldn’t believe his dumb luck. He moved into a new place, met the love of his life and soon to be the mother of his child. He felt tears pricking his eyes at the thought.

“You’re so beautiful y/n. I’m so happy with you, I’m so happy that you’re having our baby.” He kissed you and unlike the heated ones before this one was tender, this one made you want to cry you were so happy. Minho sat up on his knees and unbuttoned his shirt tossing it aside before laying back on his back and removing his pants and underwear with minor difficulty before kicking them away. You sat up a little and giggled at him as he sat back up on his knees and cocked his eyebrow at you.

“Something funny kitten?” You bit your bottom lip, smiling and shook your head no.

“Mmhmm...why don’t you give me this shirt.” You sat up the rest of the way and lifted your arms as Minho pulled your shirt up and over your head, leaving you completely naked in front of him. Minho took in every inch, every curve, your full breasts, that pooch your tummy got when you sat, he loved every bit of you, every single inch of your body but your heart was what he loved most. He looked so lost in thought as he took you in. You cupped his cheek, and he snapped out of it. His eyes, pools of black ink that you lost yourself in when he looked at you like that.

“I love you y/n.” Then just like that his lips were on you, and he laid you back on the bed again, grabbing one of your breasts and teasing your nipple until it perked. He started sucking on it while he teased and pinched the other making you arch up into his touch. He nibbled and licked at your other nipple and then peppered kisses up your chest and neck before passionately claiming your lips again. Minho lined up his cock with your entrance and slowly pushed his length inside you. When he was buried in you, you felt so full, so full of Minho, so full of love. He slowly pulled and pushed back in deep, rolling his hips and hitting a spot inside you that made your toes numb.

“R-right there Minho, r-right th-there.” He pulled out and pushed his cock back into you giving you that same roll of his hips. You grabbed his ass; you urged him to move faster, and he did. Everything Minho did when he made love to you was calculated. He knew your tells, the signs he was doing well and to keep going. You chewed at your lips as Minho fucked you faster, the sight of him rolling his body as he fucked you was divine. You were staring at where the two of you met, watching his hips continue to roll into yours.

“You like what you see kitten?” You blushed as you realized you were busted ogling his cock while it was inside you.

“Cute.” He gripped your squishy hips, digging his fingers into your soft skin and fucked you harder. Sweat was beading on his forehead and chest as he tried to hold off coming.

“I-I don’t think I’ll last much longer baby...” You pulled him back down on top of you and kissed him.

“I’m close Minho please, cum with me, cum with me Min.” Minho groaned and kissed you again as he chased towards both of your orgasms. Minho felt your pussy squeeze his cock as your back arched off the bed again, he started rubbing your clit driving you full on into your climax and making you squirt on him.

“FUCK Y/N FUCKFUCK so sexy! I’m fucking coming kitten!” Minho painted your insides with his seed and fucked it deep into you, still gently massaging your clit.

“God yes take it kitten, fuck! Hold it in beautiful.” When you were back in your body after that orgasm and you both had somewhat caught your breath Minho pulled out and watched as some of his cum started to drip from your hole. He took two fingers swiped it up and pushed them in along with his cum. You moaned and then giggled.

“You can’t get me more pregnant Min.” He pumped his fingers inside you making you moan again.

“Yea but now I get to see my cum inside you all the time.” You laughed again and ran your fingers through his hair as he laid down beside you.

“New kink discovered? Minho and his breeding kink.” Minho smirked and cocked his eyebrow at you again.

“I mean it’s not really a kink if I actually bred you though, is it?” He kissed your neck. You blushed and clenched at his words and could feel his cum dripping out of you again. He pecked your lips and started to get up.

“Where you going?” You asked as you yawned. Minho smiled at you warmly.

“To get our shower ready.” You and Minho both got washed up, changed the sheets and got into bed. You laid your head on his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat lull you to sleep.

“Babe, I have a confession to make...” You sat up quickly worried.

“No no, not like that I just... I knew you were pregnant already when you told me.” Your jaw dropped and you felt bad that you didn’t tell him, that he hadn’t heard it from you first.

“How?” He pushed your hair away from your face.

“Your doctor called you back about your prenatal vitamins.” You rolled your eyes at yourself.

“I’m so sorry Min, I was gonna tell you I just didn’t know how, I’m sor-” Minho leaned up and kissed you.

“Don’t be, okay? It’s alright.” You nodded and kissed him again before settling back and resting against his chest again. He did wonder though...

“What made you change your mind and tell me so suddenly?” You sighed and nuzzled into him more, his arm coming around and holding you close to him.

“My Pop told me to...” Minho looked at you with a quirked eyebrow. You explained your dream, seeing your grandfather and everything he told you, about how he liked Minho and said you were having a girl. After you both talked for a while longer, you telling Minho that your grandfather said he was a smart ass, and bouncing around some baby names, you both drifted off to sleep. Neither of you had any idea what you were doing or what came next, but you knew as long as you were together you could do anything.

You were tending to your plants in the greenhouse Minho had built you two years before. You were just getting around to Blue when your daughter came running in. She ran up to you and threw her arms around your waist, squeezing and burying her face in your dirty apron.

“You’re gonna get dirty sweetie.” She snuggled in more.

“I don’t mind mommy you always smell like flowers and the garden.” Your heart swelled at how sweet your daughter was. When she looked up, she saw Blue and smiled.

“Tell me the story about my Great Pop and when he got you the pretty blue one mommy!” You smiled and pushed her hair away from her face. She had her dad’s sharp eyes and nose, and they twinkled mischievously like her father’s as well.

“Why do I feel like you’re up to something?” She smirked, just like her dad, and shook her head.

“Pleaaaase mommy!” Just as you were about to give in Minho came out on the back porch and called for your daughter.

“Lee Rose!” You looked at her and she knew she was busted.

“What are you supposed to be doing right now?” Rose picked at her cuticles.

“Helping dad collect the laundry.” You smiled and shook your head at your daughter. Your husband was making his way over to the greenhouse certain he’d find his daughter there. There was a smudge of dirt on Rose’s nose, you took your hanky and wiped it off gently.

“Go finish your chore and when you’re done, I’ll tell you the story okay?” Rose nodded and ran off past Minho.

“Hey! You bett...” You grabbed Minho’s hand and pulled him into the greenhouse with you shutting the door as your daughter ran towards the house. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him.

“She’s supposed to be...” You finished his sentence.

“Getting the laundry together. That’s what I just told her to go do.” He gave you the same smirk your daughter just did.

“Why do I feel like you’re up to something?” You laughed. Just having said that to your daughter you realized, while she looked so much like Minho there was definitely you weaved in there. Minho hugged you tightly and buried his face in the crook of your neck, tickling you.

“You better tell me...” He relented and your laughter subsided. You kissed Minho softly then your lips trailed across his cheek towards his ear. Minho’s hair started to stand on end. You pressed your lips to the shell of your husband’s ear and whispered.

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Stray kids fic recs

A skz fic list for those who’re too lazy to actually search for them (you’re just like me!!)

If any of the authors on this list do not want me to put their work on this list, I will immediately remove it, please tell me if you don’t want it here!

Personal favorites - ❤️

Kim seungmin

Scaredy cat

Very short and sweet, my favorite line has to be “speed run this bitch”. I absolutely love haunted houses fics and both the MC and seungmin being scared just made this twice as funny!

The minstrel, Kim Seungmin

(Royal AU) fluff, slight angst (wandering bard! Seungmin x princess! Reader)

This was just soooo cute! Seungmin and the MC’s relationship was just so precious and it really encapsulates how you could fall in love in such a short time. Totally read this, 12/10!

Entangled

(Spider man AU) (spider man! Seungmin x dj! Reader) fluff, angst, more fluff

OHHHHHHHHH MY GOOOOOOOD!!!!!! YOUVE DONE IT AGAIN! HOW ON EARTH ARE YOU SO GOOD WITH WORDS? YOUVE GOT LIKE THE BEST AU’s AND STORIES IM CRYING??? I LITERALLY LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCHHHHH

Seo changbin

Sun and moon

(soft! Girl x rough! Boy) fluff, angst(?)

This was a very sweet fic, changbin was always there for the reader when she needed it and it was just such a calming read. It was very cute how they went from a fake relationship to something genuine and it warmed my heart!

Outside my window

(Shapeshifter! Changbin x reader) angst, fluff

Had a great bittersweet ending and I loved the overall theme!

The prince, Seo Changbin

(Prince! Changbin x princess! Reader) Angst, Fluff

I should also probably mention that I absolutely love enemies to lovers, something about how opposites attract is just so pleasing to see so this fic was just a gift from heaven! Changbin’s promise to the reader at the end was just so sweet and warming, totally read it if you’re a enemies to lovers fan!

Sprouts and their Joy ❤️

(Brother figure! Changbin/ reader) fluff, angst

Changbin was so sweet in this fic, he was such a good older brother figure to the reader and was always there for them, when he finally said “I love you” I think I almost cried. This was such a touching read and I totally suggest reading it!

Don’t call me cupcake

Chapter one: Changbin

(Resident evil AU) (Agent! Changbin x agent! Reader) fluff, teeny bit of angst

Bang Chan

The unbounded knight, Bang Chan

(Unbounded knight! Chan x queen! Reader) angst, fluff fluff, a lil suggestive at the end

This might actually be my favorite of this short series, aside from Minho’s one. Chan just seemed like such a happy lil dude and the reader was just so sweet when she warmed up to him, their relationship was very very cute!

Cinderfella

(Cinderella AU) (noble!Chan x princess! Reader)

Ohhhh I loved the swapped roles in this, Chan was so mature for his situation and always upheld his manners, to top it off he has so much kindness in him too!

Can you lend me a crayon?

(Single father! bangchan x babysitter adult! Reader) fluff, smut, lil bit of angst so far

Gee wowza, I usually don’t read fics like this but whooey mama. 13/10 absolutely loved the first part and am looking forward to the rest! The wording and structure of the story is sooo addicting and the plot is to die for! Keep up the great work!!!

Butterfly wings ❤️

(Indian dancer! Reader x idol! Bangchan) fluff

I had to re-add this fic here because it’s absolutely everything I have ever wanted in a fic! As a kathak dancer myself, this fic was to die for and I felt like my culture was really being appreciated here! Bangchan really gave off the vibes of a fanboy and I found it sooo cute! 20/10 absolutely would read again and again!

Yang jeongin

Heroine addict

(Superhero! Reader x journalist student! Jeongin)

So so cute, Jeongin was such a determined student and all those things he did just to see the reader was so sweet, the last scene really touched my heart. I felt like Jeongin was such a careful boy when it came to interviewing the reader, he never asked her personal things! 20/10

Brown sugar

(Witch! Barista! Jeongin x reader) fluff fluff

Just started reading from this author and I’m absolutely in love this universe already, you’ve gotta check out their witch! Skz universe fics!

17.59

(Crown prince! Jeongin x assassin! Reader) fluff fluffy fluff

Blue and silver

(Silver fox! jeongin x human! Reader) flufffffff, lil bit of angst

24 to 25 ❤️

(Childhood friends! Jeongin x reader) fluff angst

Oh. My. God. The actual amount of investment I put into this fic was insane. I couldn’t stop reading it, both parts were immensely riveting and so much fun to read! The development across their ages was so well planned that it just had me wanting more and more. These two were the cutest ever 20/10!

Loving the monster

(Fae king! Jeongin x human! Reader) fluff, angst, there is some torture/ cruel pranks in this fic

Another monster fic that was so much fun to read! The betrayals the reader goes through and the trust she eventually puts into jeongin was so heartwarming to read, this fic was so enticing! 12/10

Speaking in tongues ❤️

(general! Jeongin x arabian dancer! Reader) fluff, angst, violence

This was an actual master piece??? It felt like an actual movie reading this story, I can’t wait to read the final part omg! The story building and the writing was to die for! I fell in love with all of the characters in this story as they had so much character to them! There was so much depth in this fic, I fell in love with the way this author writes. 20/10!

Han ji-sung

Anything but normal

(Spiderman! Han x friend! Reader) fluff, teensy suggestive at some points

This was so cute ahwbwnwakaoshwbwk, their relationship was very funny and the way their personalities were written was just perfect 12/10 totally recommend

Do you trust me?

(Nerve AU) ongoing, fluff, a lil suggestive (?), very little angst

Honestly I was so happy when I found this AU, I’m a sucker for AU’s and a nerve AU on top of it? Sign me up. It was cute to see how their relationship blooms from strangers to friends as they complete dares together!

The blacksmith, Han Jisung

(Blacksmith! Han x crown princess! Reader) fluff, lil bit of angst

Very very cute, this was like a one sided enemies to lovers thing but Han didn’t hate the reader??? Well- it doesn’t matter, the story was very cute and the ending was so satisfying. My fav line has to be the one where the reader talks about how she might as well become the first queen to rule alone!

Hear.t fm

(DJ! Han x best friend! Reader) fluff, very little angst

This was so refreshing to read, Han switching to DJ J.ONE and back was funny to read when the reader would tease him about having a crush on J.ONE, 13/10!

Young God ❤️

(Serial killer! Han x reader) fluff, angst angst, completed

Oh when I tell you this was good good, it was like a full 30/10 for me, Han’s character was written so beautifully and carefully it just squeezes my heart! He was always so sweet and careful around the reader, I really felt bad for him when his past came to light. Such a good read, I totally recommend this!

Utterly lovesick

(Bsf! Han x bsf! Reader) fluff, angst

Summary: out of the 6 times Han attempted to get a kiss from you, he only succeeded 1 time.

For my great friend, you ❤️

(Idol! Han x assassin! Reader) fluff fluff, angst to a whole new level

Oh my god this is a master piece, there is so much I want to say about this fic. When the reader started playing “M.I.A” in the fic, guess what happened to me? I was listening to the “this is stray kids” playlist on Spotify and it suddenly played M.I.A! This fic had me going through so many feelings! The ending was super bittersweet but with an extra dollop of sweet. This is a must read!

Love in cheese

Otherworldly

(Alien! Jisung x human! Reader) smut!, fluff fluff

10/10 read, but it is smut so if ur uncomfy with it pls don’t read!

Lee minho

The chancellor, Lee Minho

(Assassin! Minho x Queen! Reader) angst, fluff

Oh my god, this fic was too good, there aren’t many words I can use to describe this fic but it’s good, this is a must read! I loved how the author captured Minho’s love for the reader in such a beautiful way and it was so touching!

Metamorphosis

(Black cat! Minho x reader) angst, fluff

Cute and sweet, short but a good read!

A fairy tail that lasts

(Playboy! Minho x writer! Reader) fluff, angst

Oh my god this was just a bucket of sugar! Minho’s character was written with such love and I adored how he immediately dropped his past ways when he met the reader! This was such an amazing read, 30/10!

Green flames ❤️

(Slytherin! Minho x Gryffindor! Reader) fluff

Ok this was so cute and the TENSION between the two was so riveting! I loved this so much and would love to see a continuation! I re-added this fic here on the skz separate master list because I felt like it needed a whole other page of recognition! Def one of my fav reads thus far, 12/10!

Home

(Spider-Man! Minho x reader)

Soo cute, you could really feel the trust in their relationship!

Countless skies upon us

(swordsmaster! Minho x reader)

Absolutely loved how their relationship developed across the fic!

Hwang Hyunjin

In which Hyunjin must choose between you or dragonfruit

This was just a whole bunch of crack and humor, the short series was surprisingly funny to read (check out the Han one too!)

The thief, Hwang Hyunjin

(Thief! Hyunjin x princess! Reader) very little angst, fluff fluff fluff

Ohhh this might be my favorite in this AU and I just have to give it to the author, you really have a way with words, I always find a smile on my face when I reach the endings of your fics!

Sparks

(Assassin! Hyunjin x assassin! Reader) fluff (?), some suggestive stuff but never escalates

I’d love to see a part two! I liked the idea of the reader being a flirty jokester and hyunjin being a somewhat emotionless dude! 11/10

Guard dog

(Werewolf! Hyunjin x reader) fluff fluff

Summary: Hyunjin takes up a date from one of his friends and ends up in an adoption center for dogs. Everything seemed to bother him until he met you, the person in a wheelchair willing to adopt a huge “dog” like him.

Backseat driving

(Street racer! Hyunjin x reader) fluff, angst (not too much, a little suggestive but nothing too bad

I remember reading this fic a while back and it was just so good! 12/10 totally recommend

The duke and I

(Bridgerton AU) (duke! Hyunjin x author! Reader)

fluff, angst (?), smut (you can skip it tho, i did it and it still made sense without the scenes)

Oh my god this was super good, I love how Hyunjin was always supportive of the reader’s writing and how he encouraged her and was honest with critiques. 14/10 you have to read it!

Back in time

(Prince! Hyunjin x reader) fluff, angst

God the ending really touched my heart, I hope for a part two or something like a continuation of this. I love how open the reader is and how nonchalant she can be sometimes, it just made her so charming! She and Hyunjin made such a good pair in this story!

Forward in time

(King! Hyunjin x Reporter! Reader) fluff, angst (?)

THISSSS!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! So this was basically an alternate version of the last fic and I loved it so much!! Hyunjin was honestly so hilarious in this story, the hair scene was definitely my favorite!

Android! Hyunjin

(Android! Hyunjin x reader) fluff fluff, teeny bit of angst

A thump in the night

(Vampire bat AU) (bat! Hyunjin x reader) fluff fluff

You’re short and he loves it so much

(Short! Reader x hyunjin) fluff

Lee Felix

When a flower blooms

(Gu ardian fairy AU) fluff

This was short and sweet, very very cute 13/10 recommend it

The prince, Lee Felix

(prince! Felix x thief! Reader) angst, fluff

This one was a little more sad compared to the Seungmin one but was super good regardless! I feel like their relationship is still young and that they’d need some more time before they really can understand eachother but this was totally a good read!

Hero’s soup for the weak soul ❤️

(Superhero! Felix x best friend! Reader) fluff, teensy angst

Oh My GOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD!!!!! This author is so talented I swear to god I’m going to fill this entire rec list with only their work at this point. This fic was so cute and funny, Felix is pretty lazy but super affectionate and the reader’s just a diligent school worker, the best type of pair!

Off the deep end

(Rebel! Felix x royal-ish! Reader) smut, angst, fluff

This is such a good series bro actually I would buy this if it was a physical book! 12/10 I absolutely love how the story is progressing and can’t wait to see the end! (It’s also enemies to lovers so 👀)

Ot8 (poly)

Autumn daze

(3racha x reader) fluff fluff fluff, humor

You find out that they’re a vampire

Ot8 (separate stories) x reader (fluff, angst, humor if you squint)

Skz as your brothers

seperate stories, fluff fluff fluff

Covering you when uncomfortable

Separate stories, cuuute

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Other:

Authors you just have to check out!:

@luvknow

They’ve got such a colorful selection of AU’s for straykids and I just had to mention them! Most of this list would’ve been filled with their works but I felt like it’d be best if you all follow them to get updates! You totally need to check them out!

@jeonginks

Oooh I really like this author, their oneshots are so long it honestly feels like I’m reading the script for a movie. Their fics always manage to pull on my heart strings with the way they write their fics with utmost care! They’ve got such a colorful masterlist that’s definitely worth checking out!

@straykidshoe

Ok so- this author is absolutely amazing! A lot of their straykids stories cater to Indian/desi people and it’s so heartwarming! Even for those who aren’t desi, these stories are so well written that it’s an absolute joy to read! Not only that- they’ve got multiple AU fics which are to die for! Make sure to check them out!

#soleilrecs #stray kids #straykids x reader #han x reader #minho x reader #jisung x reader #felix x reader #bang chan x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader

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