#hwang hyunjin

[linolinoing]

HYUNIBINI ♡ SKZ CODE EP. 61

[hyunsung]

[chahnniesroom]

no place like home

pairing: none (platonic ot8 & reader)

summary: when you start to feel well, you're determined to continue on as normal. as your condition worsens, you try your best to pretend everything is fine, but your body has other plans.

word count: 6.2k

tags/warnings: 9th member au, illness, gagging/throwing up, hospitalisation, angst

a/n: this is the last of the 9th member au fics that i have planned! wanted to do a classic sick fic. as always, thanks to @kangaracha for motivating me and mostly just listening to me complain. if you haven't already, please go read queenmaker. also, i finished this super last minute and have not proofread this at all.

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As a trainee, one of your favourite places was the dorms.

It was always a relief getting back to your room at the end of a long day, even if it was shared with five other girls, because it was one of the few places that you weren’t being monitored as closely. When you had first joined JYPE, your first friends were your roommates and it had been incredibly difficult to see them move out, whether it be because they left the company or debuted.

It was hard to continually watch people come and go and you no longer automatically befriended everybody who joined the dorm. You remained polite, tried to help them out if you could, but you had learned that keeping to yourself was the safest option - it made it easier when they inevitably left you.

When you debut as a member of Stray Kids, you're not exactly surprised that they keep you in the dorms, but the change in atmosphere means that you do everything in your power to avoid spending time there. It helps that your schedule is crazy enough that you barely get any time to rest, let alone have free time.

Your roommates had been excited for you to debut, but it hadn’t taken long until their jealousy took over. You’re not surprised, you knew all too well how bittersweet it was to see someone else in a position that you had hoped to have.

It starts small, you’re pretty forgetful and not the most organized person in the world, but you know it's not a coincidence when your favourite skincare products, newest makeup, or nicest jewelry started going missing. 

The other girls weren't considerate about your schedule since you no longer had lessons, went to the company, ate, or slept at the same time as them. Even when they knew you had important schedules the next day, they were loud when you were trying to sleep and complained if you accidentally woke them up when leaving early.

Gradually, they started to get more bold, critiquing you when they knew you were in the room or pretending to accidentally break your things, even if it was obvious that it was on purpose. 

You didn't tell anybody about it, even if you knew that you should. But as much as you resented the situation, you were pretty sure that for as long as you lived in the trainee dorms, complaining wouldn't do anything but make things worse. If this was the price to being an idol, you were more than happy to pay it.

But when JYPE offered you your own place, you said yes almost as fast as when they had asked you about joining Stray Kids. It's a no brainer, you don't even have to share with any of the boys.

It's only when you got the keys and saw your new home for the first time that you realised why they've given it to you so freely.

The room is so small that it astonished you. You're pretty sure that it must have been lived in by a junior staff member or something because it's similar to a gosiwon. It just barely fits a bed, tiny bathroom, and a counter space that doubles as a desk and kitchen area.

You’re lucky that you don’t have many personal belongings so that you don’t have any trouble moving from the dorm to your new place on your own. You knew the boys would offer in a heartbeat to help you carry things, but you didn’t want them to.

In fact, even months after your move, you still haven’t let them visit, although not for a lack of trying on their part. It wasn't that you were ashamed, you just knew they wouldn't understand that you were satisfied with the space that you had. And that you were pretty sure that there wouldn't be enough space for all 9 of you, let alone spaces to sit.

You learned quickly that the walls and floors are paper thin which means that it’s freezing in the winter, boiling in the summer, and there’s no proper ventilation so it’s stuffy all the time. Not only that, but you can hear all too easily that your neighbours are up at all hours of the day and when the people living above you shower for longer than 10 minutes, water starts to drip down into your unit. You have a bowl and towel permanently placed under the place that leaks the most, located easily because it’s marked by rings of discolouration where your ceiling is stained from the water damage.

Still, you didn't complain because you still considered it better than the trainee dorms, which is exactly where they would probably ship you back to if you showed that you were ungrateful. 

Most of all, you’re happy to have a place all to yourself where you don’t have to worry about pretending to be a perfect idol. You’re free to decorate as you please, buy snacks that you know definitely do not follow your diet plan, and for the first time in your life, you feel like you have a little bit of independence.

—

Maybe it's just that time of the year. You’re not sure if it’s the lack of sunlight, longer nights, busyness of your schedules or all three, but you feel yourself starting to get worn down.

It's a number of little things, minor health problems that can be easily disregarded. It's when you start to dread dance practices, usually your favourite part of preparing for comebacks, that you really notice something might be wrong.

As a trainee, you never had trouble remembering choreography, in fact that was what you were best known for, but this comeback you’ve been forgetting steps left and right. When you start to struggle with songs that you’ve been performing since debut, you get a bit worried. You haven’t drastically changed anything in your routine or diet that would explain these difficulties.

Add that to the fact that you can feel tension slowly building in your head, signalling that you're starting to develop a migraine, your concentration starts to slip even more.

“Hey,” Minho calls gently, pulling you off to the side when the group has a water break. “Is everything okay?”

“What? Yeah, of course I’m fine,” you say unconvincingly. You’ve seen the group’s schedule for the next few weeks and you know that you can’t afford to skip out on the little practice time that you have.

“I can tell you’re in some sort of pain,” he says. “What’s bothering you?”

“I’m getting a bit of a headache,” you admit. Minho’s brow furrows as you continue speaking. “And I don’t know, I just feel more clumsy than usual. But it’s not that big of a deal-”

“That doesn’t sound good, Y/nnie,” he says.

“It’s okay, let’s just get through this practice, then I’ll go home and get some rest.”

“Y/n-ah,” he warns you.

“Really, oppa. I don't have any lessons after this, I'll go straight home,” you promise.

“Message me a picture the second you get back, okay?”

“Fine,” you say, rolling your eyes even though it just makes your headache even worse.

Somehow you make it through the rest of practice. You can tell that Minho is watching you carefully the entire time, but near the end it takes so much effort to just try to keep up that you forget all about it.

You don't have to be prompted to go home when you're done. You get a manager to drive you back and beeline to where you keep your medicine, popping a couple of your strongest painkillers and washing them down with a large glass of water. As quickly as possible, you change out of your sweaty clothes, wipe yourself down a bit, then collapse into bed.

Your head is absolutely splitting, making it feel impossible to fall asleep, but you must be able to because you keep experiencing time jumps. Each time you wake, you feel disoriented and woozy, but it seems to help because you feel mostly back to normal by the time your morning alarm goes off.

You don't want to worry the boys, but when you make it to the company, the first thing you do is ask one of the managers to schedule a doctor’s appointment on one of your upcoming days off. It’s coming up to your yearly check-up anyway so it doesn't hurt to make your visit sooner rather than later.

You tell your doctor how the headaches started and never really stopped even though you don’t have a history of migraines. You explain that you think it’s related to instances where you’ve had a hard time concentrating or remembering things, then also bring up the coordination issues you’ve noticed.

When they ask about any other symptoms, you don’t even bother to mention the chronic fatigue, achyness in your joints, or constant tightness in your shoulders and neck. They're nothing new and you don’t have to be a doctor to know that you’re overworking your body - it’s something that comes with the job and you’ve accepted that.

Your doctor listens and takes you seriously, but admits that it’s too general for them to pinpoint the source of the problems or even to confirm whether they’re related without further testing. They take your blood and let you know that they’ll contact you or your manager if they find anything to be concerned about.

A few days later, your manager pulls you aside quietly and lets you know that your bloodwork came back without any flags other than a slight deficiency in iron. He tells you that the doctor said to monitor your symptoms and return if they get significantly worse, but that at the moment, there’s nothing they can do to treat you other than prescribe an iron supplement and a general multivitamin.

It’s about what you expected, but you still feel disappointed and guilty. You knew one of the main concerns from the company of having you as a member of Stray Kids was whether you’d be able to keep up with the boys and you had insisted that you could. It’s not like girl groups had it any easier and you weren’t afraid of hard work. 

It was one of the main criticisms that fans had, especially in some of the variety content where the group often played sports. Jeongin was naturally clumsy and it was a running joke that Minho was terrible at any game involving balls, but you also suspected that some of the boys didn’t try their hardest when they were against you. You hated the idea of being Stray Kids’ weakest link, it scared you as much as it motivated you.

So even though the last thing you want is to be diagnosed with a condition or illness, you had hoped that they would find a reason that you’ve been having so much trouble lately, some sort of explanation for how bad you’ve been feeling.

—

Like always, the time continues to pass. You push through your comeback period and have already begun preparations for the next. You help with brainstorming the main concepts, working on recording guides, and throwing around ideas. 3racha has a backlog of hundreds of partially completed or completed songs and you pick through those too, trying to see if any of them spark inspiration.

You take your supplements and vitamins religiously, cut out any junk food and caffeine from your diet, and spend most of your free time trying to catch up on sleep.

For the first time since moving in, you actually get to spend a considerable amount of time in your apartment. All the extra rest doesn’t seem to help though. The migraines you've been experiencing have gotten to the point where a bad one makes you non-functional. If anything, you're just getting worse.

You’re tired all the time, but just can't fall asleep at night. It's a classic case of insomnia, but when you ask Chan about it, none of his advice makes a difference. It's strange though, you've never had this much trouble falling asleep, even when you shared a dorm with five other girls who had no regard for your sleep schedule.

You had thought that the source of your headaches was lack of sleep, but now you're not so sure.

It seems like your throat is more easily irritated and you hate the way that your voice is so much weaker than before. At random times during the day, your throat tightens and nothing you do can stop the subsequent coughing fits. You don’t think you're sick, but that’s the only explanation that you can think of.

Lastly, you keep forgetting things, and it's not just the usual like misplacing your keys or not being able to remember dance moves. You've missed dinners with the members because you can't remember them inviting you, you find yourself retelling stories multiple times to the same people because you hadn't realised you had already told them before, and you start to have more and more blank spots in your memory. Worst of all, you forget that you're forgetting things.

You've been trying to record all of your symptoms so that you can report them accurately to your doctor, but by the time that you get a chance to write things down, you can only recall whatever is bothering you at that exact moment. You know that you have been having all these problems, but you just can't describe the details.

You bring it up to your manager again and schedule an appointment with another doctor, only to be disappointed again. They go through the same battery of tests just to give you a similar, but slightly different regiment of supplements.

Even though you made your manager promise not to tell the boys about these health concerns, they must have been able to quietly organize your schedule to be as efficient as possible. It’s the little things that you only notice after a few days, too many coincidences in a row. Your solo recording sessions are right before or after group ones so that you can go home first, something that the members usually fight to have, and all of your lessons have been ending early for no apparent reason.

You feel a mixture of gratitude and guilt because you can tell that the boys are becoming suspicious and maybe a little annoyed by this special treatment. In the lead up to a comeback, everybody is suffering from a lack of sleep and you’ve been trying your best to either push through your migraines to hide them, even though it makes you feel even more like garbage when you finally get back home.

And, of course, you lose your appetite. It's actually the only good thing that comes out of all of this because one of your least favourite recurring events is the bi-weekly weigh-ins that JYPE requires all artists to do. Management claims that it’s just to assist the wardrobe team as they plan outfits for future schedules, but nobody is convinced that’s the real reason. Half the team doesn’t care anymore, but you’ve never been able to fully ignore the inevitable criticism whenever you don’t reach your target weight.

You've always had trouble following the diets that are assigned to you, but you find it's significantly easier when even your favourite foods are no longer appealing. 

At the team’s next weigh in, not only are you below your target weight by over a kilogram, you’re pretty sure you're the lightest that you’ve been since before debut. Your brow furrows in disbelief as you stare at the number. Although you have a few upcoming photoshoots that you want to look good for, you haven’t even been trying to lose weight.

In the past, your goal has always been to be one of the members that got to skip the mandatory lecture about how they had dieticians on staff for a reason and that everybody should be following their recommended diets. They sometimes even pulled up statistics and figures on what fans considered to be the ideal body type, drawing from comments on recent videos, posts on social media, and even fan art.

But now, you don’t feel any pride, no sense of accomplishment, not even any relief. You just feel so tired.

You slink out of the room, escaping to one of the studios to kill time before group dance practice. Nobody comments when you rejoin them at the start of practice, instead focusing on perfecting moves and making sure that everything is in sync in the short time that you have the room booked for. By the time the two hours have passed, you're more than ready to collapse into bed.

You try your best to sneak out before anyone realises you're leaving and make it halfway out the door before you're stopped.

“Y/n-ah,” Changbin calls after you.

You pause in your tracks, but don’t reply right away, trying to steel yourself for the conversation that you know you’re about to have. You know that he’s just concerned about your well-being, you would be too if the situations were reversed, but you can’t help but feel annoyed, especially because you hate the way that you can feel the rest of the group members silently watching to see how you’ll respond.

“Yes?” You turn around slowly.

“I just wanted to see if you wanted to join us for lunch,” Changbin says, instead of directly mentioning the elephant in the room.

“I-” You try to frantically come up with some sort of excuse.

“I know you don’t have any upcoming schedules,” Jeongin inserts himself into the conversation, looking up at you pleadingly. “Come on, we haven’t all eaten as a group in so long!”

“Fine,” you concede, unable to withstand the power of his puppy-eyes. You can see Minho and Chan exchange a glance and you inwardly wince. You’re not trying to avoid spending time with everybody else, but the way that you're reacting definitely makes it seem that way and you know it's just another thing they're going to worry about.

You end up at a barbeque restaurant that you’ve heard some of the members rave about. The second you walk in, you’re hit with the smell of grilling meat and for the first time in weeks, your stomach growls and you’re actually excited to eat.

You’re practically bouncing in your seat as you wait for the meat to cook and the rest of the boys look amused by your enthusiasm. They forgo the usual tradition of serving Jeongin first, giving you the first piece of meat that’s cooked.

“Oh, this is so good,” you groan the second that the beef touches your tongue. “How come you’ve never taken me before?”

“Yah, I’ve mentioned this place half a dozen times in the past few months!” Jisung whines. “It's your fault that you've never joined us before.”

“Sorry, I promise that going forward, I'll always make sure to take your food recommendations seriously,” you reply solemnly, before automatically ducking out of the way when Jisung leans over to swat at your arm. 

It's enough to break through most of the lingering awkwardness at your initial almost refusal to join them. Everybody starts to serve themselves and chat with whoever is closest to them. You get pulled into a conversation about what Hyunjin should do with his hair for the next comeback which turns into a full blown debate about long hair versus short hair with a side tangent on blond versus black.

You’re not even halfway through your meal and still enjoying yourself when all of a sudden, your stomach turns. You force yourself to continue chewing and swallow the food in your mouth, then try to excuse yourself in a way that seems natural.

“I have to go to the toilet,” you say quietly, trying to hide the gag that you aren't able to suppress. You take a few deep breaths through your nose and dig your nails into your palms to distract yourself from the sudden nausea.

“Are you okay?”

You hadn't even noticed that Seungmin is trailing behind you worriedly.

“I'm fine,” you say quickly, trying to wave him off without having to say too much.

“Are you sure? You don't look so good.”

“Yeah, I-”

You reach the bathroom doors just in time as you start to gag again. Not caring if Seungmin is still following you or not, you push through and make it into a stall just in time to throw up into the toilet. It's not more than a couple of mouthfuls, but it's enough to make you feel disgusting. Even though your stomach seems to settle immediately after, your appetite is long gone.

Seungmin watches you silently as you flush the toilet and rinse out your mouth, even going so far as to pass you a tissue to dab at your watery eyes.

“Sorry,” you say finally, with a hoarse voice.

“Are you feeling better now?” he asks. You stare at him in surprise for a second that he's not asking what's wrong.

“Yeah, I think so,” you reply.

“Let's go back then.” Is all he says, before taking your hand and leading you back to the table.

“Everything okay?” Jisung is the first to notice that the two of you have returned.

“Yup,” you say, at the exact same time that Seungmin announces “Y/n-noona threw up.”

“What? Are you not feeling well?” Chan immediately stands up and walks over to you.

“Seungmin,” you groan.

“What? You thought I was just going to let you pretend nothing happened?” Seungmin says instead of apologising.

“Y/nnie,” Changbin says cautiously. “You know that you can tell us anything, right? You don't have to go through this alone.”

“No, I'm okay!” you say quickly. “I just think I ate too fast or-”

“Y/n-ah,” Chan says sternly. You close your mouth so fast that your teeth click together. “Please don’t lie. We won’t be mad, whatever it is, I promise. We just want to help, we’re concerned about you.”

“I know this looks bad, but I’m not dieting right now or restricting myself at all,” you start. “I swear.”

“Okay,” Felix says, not sounding convinced.

“But I don't know what's wrong with me lately, I just can't eat lately,” you say.

“Can't?” Felix tries to clarify. “Or won't?”

“I promise, I’m trying. I want to eat, I do!” you reply frantically. “I'm not just saying that, really!”

“Hey, hey,” Chan soothes you, rubbing your back. “It’s okay, we believe you.”

“I hate this,” you say miserably.

“Let’s just take it slow, okay? Tell us how you’ve been feeling and we’ll see if we can do anything to help,” Minho says carefully.

“Uhm, not much appetite, even when I can tell I’m hungry, nothing really sounds good. I don’t know, I’m just tired a lot? But I’ve been having trouble sleeping at night.” You bite your lip, trying to remember if there’s anything else. “And headaches, but I think that might just be because I’m not sleeping and eating well.”

“Right, the migraines,” Chan nods thoughtfully. You narrow your eyes at Minho, the only one that you’ve mentioned your migraines to. He just shrugs his shoulders in response.

“But it's fine,” you say.

“It's quite obviously not,” Seungmin replies. “Whatever this is, it doesn't sound like something that will go away if you just try to power through.”

“It’s nothing,” you insist. “I went to two different doctors, but they both couldn’t find anything. All my bloodwork came back clear, okay?”

“How come you didn't tell us?” Jeongin asks, sounding hurt. “You thought it was bad enough that you went to the doctor twice and we didn't know?”

“I didn't mention it, because it really is nothing! I didn't want you guys to worry for no reason. I wanted to be cautious, but if the doctors said there was nothing I could do, there was no point to let you guys know. You guys know that I would have said something if they said it was serious,” you tell them.

There's a moment of silence while everybody processes what you've said.

“If you're sure,” Hyunjin says reluctantly.

“I am. Please, trust my judgement and trust what the doctor says. I’m going to take it slow, but I still want to be involved in all of our schedules,” you plead.

“We can do that,” Chan eventually agrees, even though he doesn't look too happy about it. “Just, if anything happens then please let us know, okay?”

“Yes, dad,” you say, rolling your eyes. Everybody laughs at Chan's indignant ‘hey!’ in response and things settle back to normal. You can tell they're all still worried, you feel them watching you as you pick at your food for the rest of the meal, but you know that everyone feels a bit better after finally talking about it.

—

You’re exhausted.

The last few weeks actually haven't been as bad because while the boys have been respecting your wishes to stay involved in every schedule, they have been taking care of you more than usual. They make sure that you always have simple and light, but nutritious meals available, are more strict about taking breaks and not staying up too late, and just overall make you feel loved.

By now, you've mostly gotten used to dealing with all of these symptoms, but today seems worse than usual.

Even the motion of fumbling to turn off your blaring alarm seems to drain your limited energy and it takes everything in you to force yourself to sit up in bed. 

Making your way to the bathroom feels like a dream, you’re unsteady as you walk, like your muscles can’t remember what to do. Turning on the lights makes your headache spike, so you end up going through your morning routine in darkness, fumbling to brush your teeth and brush out your hair. You can’t even remember what you’re getting ready for, but you know that it’s something important, something that you can’t postpone or miss. 

You must take longer than usual to get ready because you’re in the middle of applying skincare when you hear your phone ringing from where you’ve left it in your bed. It must be your manager, calling to say that they’re outside, which means that you’re late. You abandon the rest of your routine, turning to go to your closet to change. 

Before you can take a step, a wave of dizziness washes over you and your vision practically whites out. By the time it fades, you find yourself slumped on the ground, unsure when you stopped standing or how you made it back into your bedroom.

As you lie there, you realise that you’ve never noticed how comfortable your floor is, even though you haven’t bothered to get any carpeting or rugs. Just like how you hadn’t realised how hot you’re feeling until you rest your cheek on the ground, letting out a sigh of relief at the coolness of the fake hardwood. Involuntarily, your eyes flutter closed.

You wake up in bed. 

The second you fully regain consciousness, your eyes shoot open, body filled with adrenaline. Never mind the fact that you have no idea how you got into bed, you're likely extremely late for your schedule now and the guys probably hate you. 

You sit up, ignoring how it makes your head spin. It's only when you move your arm to try and stand that you notice a sharp prick of pain.

When your vision clears, you find yourself staring in confusion at an IV that's taped to the crook of your elbow. Further inspection reveals that you're not in your room at all, but wearing hospital clothes and in an unfamiliar room.

Your stomach drops. You've lost time before, had periods of a day that just slipped away, but never this bad. You don't know if you've been unconscious this whole time or just can't remember anything that happened since the morning.

You startle back when someone cups your cheek in their hand. You raise one of your hands slowly to touch it.

“-you hear me?” 

“Chan-oppa?” You squint up at him, now noticing that he also has his other hand wrapped around your shoulder, trying to keep you in place. You have no idea how long he's been trying to talk to you.

“Y/n-ah,” he says, body sagging with relief now that you seem more aware. “You're awake. I gotta- let me tell the guys to come back.”

“I- what happened?”

“You weren't answering your phone,” Chan says. As he speaks, he guides you back to lean back against the bed, adjusting it so that you're sitting upright.

“I’m sorry.” You swallow thickly. “I- I don't really remember-”

“No, it's okay,” he assures you. He takes your hands in his and fiddles with your fingers. “They uh- well we were all concerned so they got the spare key to get into the building. You didn't answer the door either so they went in and-” Chan clears his throat roughly before continuing. “They said you had collapsed in your room and wouldn't wake up. So they called 119 and an ambulence brought you here.”

“Oh,” you say. “That was this morning?”

“Uhm, that was yesterday. You've been out for a while, I think they did a bunch of tests but-”

Both of you look up as the door bursts open. A doctor walks through, then the rest of the members spill through the door and rush to your bedside.

“Y/n-ssi,” the doctor says. “Good to see you awake, you gave these boys quite the scare.”

“I'm sorry,” you say, blushing as the everybody continues to crowd around you.

“How are you feeling?”

“I'm fine-” you start, then correct yourself. “I'm confused mostly and still a bit tired, do you know what's wrong with me?”

“Y/n-ssi, have you had any changes to your regular diet recently?” the doctor asks instead of directly answering your question. “Have you eaten anything unusual, maybe a bit before you started experiencing any symptoms?”

“No,” you say after a second of thought. “I don't recall eating anything out of the ordinary lately. But my diet- I mean I haven't had much of an appetite lately anyway.”

“Okay,” the doctor says, making a couple notes. “Have you ever heard of mycotoxicosis? We ran a series of tests and one of them identified elevated levels of some mycotoxins. We also found some damage to your lungs that may be related.”

“Sorry, what do you mean?” Hyunjin interrupts, looking confused and alarmed. “Toxins? Has she been poisoned by somebody?”

“Not exactly,” the doctor clarifies, which doesn't exactly make any of you feel better. “These mycotoxins that were found are naturally produced by certain types of fungi.”

“She had poisonous mushrooms?” Jisung looks like he's going to cry as he asks.

“To put it simply, we believe that Y/n-ssi has had consistent and long-term exposure to a dangerous type of mould and that is the cause of a number of symptoms she is experiencing,” the doctor explains. “This is most commonly caused by consumption of food that has mould such as nuts, cereal, or coffee beans, although it's also possible that it is something in her environment that she could be inhaling or coming in contact with.”

“We share most meals during schedules, so it can't be that. I don't prepare much food when I'm at home, I mostly order out,” you say. 

“She lives by herself,” Changbin shares with the doctor. “But it's been months, you don't think-”

“That could very well be the cause,” the doctor says. “Are there any visible signs of mould in the apartment?”

The members exchange glances.

“We've never been there,” Minho says slowly, narrowing his eyes at you.

“There's a bit that grows on the tiles in my bathroom because the ventilation isn't good,” you say quietly. “But I try to clean it off as soon as I notice it. And- there's a history of water damage from the unit above me so…” You shrug.

The doctor nods and writes a few more notes.

“You can do testing to confirm, but it does sound likely that there is mould in the ceiling or walls that has been affecting you.”

“So what is being done to treat her?” Seungmin asks.

“If her apartment truly is the source of the mould, then we've already done the most important thing. We've removed Y/n-ssi from the toxin so that she is no longer exposed and her illness shouldn’t develop any further. We're also providing her with some antifungal medication that will assist her body in killing off any mould as well as general supplements to help strengthen her immune system and heal the damage caused by the toxins. We'll keep her here for a couple more days to ensure that she's getting better, but expect that over the next few months, she will be able to make a full recovery.”

After a brief period where the boys pepper the doctor with questions, he bows and leaves. 

—

When you're finally released from the hospital, all the boys insist on escorting you back to your place, even if it means taking two vehicles. They hover around you as you walk up the front steps and fight to be the ones that get to cram themselves into the elevator with you.

Even though the doctors said that the mold was harmful due to your prolonged exposure, everybody has secured on face masks and you plan to keep the visit short. You just need to grab some essentials and the rest of the members are curious what your place looks like. The company has assured you that everything else, like the packing, moving, and especially cleaning, will be taken care of by them.

You’re so used to being by yourself that it feels strange to return with the boys trailing behind you. You unlock the door without any fanfare and lead the way, turning around once everybody has made it in. It's not that comfortable, not everyone fits in the main room without really squeezing in, but at least they're able to close the front door.

“Tada,” you say flatly. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

“This is the whole place?” Jisung asks, shocked as he looks around, eyes wide.

“Well, I don't need much space-” you start to reply.

“I can touch all the sides of your bathroom without having to move!” Hyunjin exclaims.

“Luckily my arms aren't freakishly long like yours-” you say, before Minho interrupts.

“No wonder you always try to come over for meals,” he muses. “There's practically nowhere for you to cook!”

“I can still cook!” you defend yourself. “There's a mini fridge under the counter and I have a hot plate and a rice cooker in the cabinet. I just like your food better.”

“Where do you even keep all your clothes?” Jeongin asks, opening one of your cabinet doors to reveal where you stuff all your electronics. Your hair straightener dislodges from where it must have been leaning against the door and clatters loudly to the ground, pulling a series of wires along with it. You wince and rush over to stuff everything back into place.

“I don't need much,” you explain. “I have storage under my bed and there's space over on that side.”

“But what about-”

“I like the way that you've decorated the room,” Seungmin cuts him off. His voice is calm and measured, especially compared to the chaos of the other boys. “It feels very comforting and safe.”

“Thank you,” you say, blushing underneath your mask. “I- I know it's not much, but I did the best that I could.”

“Sorry, Y/nnie,” Hyunjin says. “We’re not trying to criticise. It's just-”

“It's okay,” you reassure all of them. “I mean, as much as I consider this place my home, there is a lot to hate about it.”

“Yeah, let's not forget about the fact that it's not an exaggeration to say that staying here sent you to the hospital!” Seungmin chimes in. “And that the only reason we are here right now is to clear everything out because it is legitimately unsafe for Y/nnie to continue living here.”

“Speaking of, I'm pretty sure that we're supposed to limit the amount of time we spend in here, I thought this was a grab and go kind of visit?” Changbin asks.

“Yup, let's not stay here longer than we have to,” you agree.

After living there for almost a year, you would have thought that you'd be at least a little bit sad to have to move out of your apartment. But as you finish packing up your essentials, all you can think is that you're lucky that instead of a place, you consider your home to be these eight boys.

where the heart is collection | read it on ao3 | masterlist

[hyunjining]

there are no words in the english language to describe how i feel about these images. what the fuck is his problem.

[sona1800]

This was so cozy and comfy and cute 🫠❤️

sweet tooth

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader

genre: smut, fluff

wc: 2.8k

synopsis: a sweet afternoon with your boyfriend turns into something more when you decide to tease him.

warnings: oral(f), unprotected sex, creampies

a/n: if you remember surprise!, this is the same pairing but you don't have to read that one to enjoy this! thanks for giving me the idea @jehhskz 🩷

~ masterlist

You were just finishing putting some chocolate chip cookies on a plate, before placing it on the tray with two glasses of chocolate milk when your boyfriend startled you, his arms wrapping around you.

Hyunjin nuzzled his face in your neck and closed his eyes, a small blissful smile playing on his lips.

"I told you to wait in the living room." you pouted even though your body melted back into his. "You're ruining the surprise."

"My eyes are closed." he teased, smirking against the sensitive skin on the side of your neck. You wanted to protest but any time you found yourself in his arms, you became putty. The effect he had on you couldn't be ignored.

"You're something else." you smirked and shook your head, adding the last detail on the tray, a little vase with yellow flowers in it. "Did you prepare the blankets?"

"Mhm." Hyunjin sighed, nuzzling into your hair. He was getting impatient, all he wanted was to finally have you in his arms after an exhausting week of work, to steal as many moments alone with you as he could. But, he didn't whine at you, knowing you wanted to make this evening as perfect as it could be, he knew that the little details meant a lot to you.

"Go to the living room, Jinnie." you chuckled. "I'll be right there. And no peeking."

"Alright, alright. Walking away, eyes closed." he let go of you and raised his arms in surrender.

"Be care-"

"Ow!" it was already too late for your warnings as Hyunjin bumped into the furniture, making you snicker.

"Laugh while you can!" he yelled playfully from the living room and you kept chuckling to yourself, waiting for him to finally sit down on the couch. You grabbed the tray and carefully made your way to the living room, sneaking a glance at Hyunjin and checking if he still had his eyes closed like you had asked him.

You giggled, setting the tray on the coffee table and almost melting at the anticipation written in his face and body language.

"Can I open my eyes already?" he asked impatiently and you laughed, sitting down next to him.

"Yes, you can open your eyes." you said and Hyunjin blinked a few times, his eyes widening and a gasp leaving his lips before they curled into the sweetest smile.

"You drew a heart?" he asked cutely, you wanted to make his chocomilk even sweeter by drawing a heart on the surface with cocoa powder. "And the flowers, they're for me?"

"Of course they're for you, silly." you chuckled and he laughed, wrapping his arms around you and leaning his head on your shoulder.

"You're adorable, you know that? You really spoil me with so much love." he sighed happily, relaxing against you.

"I can't help it, I like doing these things for you." you giggled as you held him, holding your entire world in your arms.

"And never stop doing them, please." he nuzzled into your neck, closing his eyes for a moment as you reached over and threw the fluffy blanket over your bodies.

"I won't, I promise." you said as you got comfortable on the couch, grabbing the remote and pressing play.

One of your favorite cartoons, Powerpuff Girls started playing and Hyunjin let out a chuckle, delighted to see your happy face while watching it. At this moment, he really didn't care what was playing on the screen as long as he got to hold you and spend time with you, it was just one of those days where he had missed you and needed you close.

"Don't judge me." your cheeks heated up at the sound of his chuckle.

"I'm not, I think it's adorable." he poked your side, making you squirm for a moment.

"Just drink your milk." you teased him back and he mirrored the smirk that was playing on his face.

Hyunjin reached for his glass and drank the chocolate milk, looking absolutely adorable as you stared at him with hearts in your eyes. You couldn't believe that this was the same man who was so crazy desperate for you yesterday when you got home from work that he took you right there against the wall, next to the front door. A shiver ran down your spine as you remembered the events from last night, the way his hands gripped at your hips and the way he panted against your neck, whispering how good you feel and how much he loves you.

You drank your chocomilk quickly, both of you munching on the cookies as you commented on the cartoon playing on the tv. The living room filled with laughter as you enjoyed the peaceful evening with your boyfriend, feeling completely relaxed in his arms. Knowing that the weekend was coming around and that both of you had free time gave way to so many possibilities that involved resting and spending quality time together.

As it got later and Hyunjin's body became warmer all pressed against yours, your hand which was resting on his chest started sliding down to his abs. You caressed him absentmindedly, almost missing the way his breath hitched whenever you slid your hand a little lower, fingertips dipping under the blanket. Hyunjin was starting to have trouble concentrating on the tv as the images started to blur, his mind was starting to be occupied only by your presence and your touches. It seemed as if you were unaware of what you were doing to him and it frustrated him in a way he wouldn't dare admit that he liked.

But you knew, of course you did. After all, you felt him shiver each time you dipped your hand lower and you could hear his heart racing where your ear was pressed against his chest. You were enjoying the effect you had on him just touching him over his shirt in a relaxed manner, like you weren't taking his breath away with each caress.

Your hand moved lower, now completely under the blanket as you touched his thigh, sliding your hand on the sensitive inner part. Hyunjin's breath hitched and you felt his muscles flex under your palm as you gently moved your hand up and down, coming closer to his core each time you went up.

"Y/n." he tried to chuckle but instead his voice came out unsteady, in a mix of a moan and gasp. You smirked against his chest as your palm pressed on his growing bulge and Hyunjin gripped at your arm, letting out another strained moan.

"Doll." he groaned when you palmed him slowly, feeling him twitch under your touch. You finally looked up at him and electricity rushed through you when you saw just how needy and wrecked he looked. His eyes were half lidded, full of desire for you, his cheeks were rosy and his lips parted as he stared at you.

You knew you were playing with fire now but you couldn't care less, the thought of having him in the palm of your hand literally and figuratively was making you feel excited. You squeezed him and kept touching him as he spread his legs a little and moaned, throwing his head back, letting you have your way with him. Your thighs pressed together at the sight of him falling apart for you so feeling bold, you started sliding your hand into his underwear. As soon as your fingertips reached the tip of his length, Hyunjin looked at you darkly and gripped your wrist gently.

"Tsk. Naughty girl." he smirked and just like that the tables were turned. You barely had time to gasp as he manhandled you and pinned you down on the couch, his strong arms caging you in.

"H-Hyunjin!" you whimpered, your eyes wide as another shot of electricity ran through your entire body, goosebumps rising on your skin.

"You want me to play with you a little, hm?" Hyunjin teased, the blanket thrown aside as his large hands ended up on your waist.

You opened your mouth to speak but he interrupted you.

"You could've just asked, doll. You know how crazy I am about you." he kept smirking as he leaned his face closer to yours.

Your breath hitched, anticipating his lips on yours, even though you've been with him for almost six months, you could never get enough of him. It was as if you wanted him more and more with each passing day spent with him.

Hyunjin was equally as infatuated with you, gravitating towards you as if you were pulling him in and his lips pressed against yours, creating sparks between you. Your hands instantly flew to grab at him but before you could, he grabbed a hold of your wrists and pinned them above your head.

"So needy. Couldn't even wait for us to go to our bedroom." Hyunjin smirked, teasing you by being so close but not giving you exactly what you wanted. You whined, your body arching towards him as you gave him a little smirk.

"I don't think that fucking around the apartment is foreign to us." you retorted and Hyunjin chuckled, the need in his eyes growing.

"You're right, doll. We're too horny to be all fancy about it." he grinned and crashed his lips on yours.

You gasped and his tongue immediately found its way inside your mouth, licking at you and savoring. Both of you tasted sweet, like the chocolate milk you were just drinking and the sweet taste was adding onto the excitement that was building inside you. He pressed his body against yours, caging you in completely and when his middle touch yours, you felt just how hard he got only from the little back and forth between you.

You weren't any better than him, by now your panties were almost completely soaked just because he pinned you down and had you under him. Your cheeks became red with embarrassment when you realized just how much power he had over you.

"Getting shy, doll?" Hyunjin teased as he slowly grinded against you.

"N-no." you whimpered, arching up into him immediately and Hyunjin chuckled, letting go of your hands so he could touch your heated cheeks gently, a sweet gesture amid the fire that was burning between your bodies and your hearts.

"So cute." he continued teasing you and before you could protest, he kissed you again. Your arms, now free, wrapped around his shoulders immediately and your palms ended up on the upper back muscles that just seemed to be more and more defined lately. You touched him, your nails already digging into his skin as he bit on your bottom lip, pulling it between your teeth. Hyunjin's kisses became greedy as he left them on your jaw, down your neck to your collarbone.

"You don't need this." he smirked and grabbed the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and tossing it aside. "Or these." he added, sliding your shorts down with your underwear and throwing the items somewhere behind him, leaving you completely bare before him.

Hyunjin's kisses continued down to your breasts, worshipping them as he wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked, his hands on your inner thighs, spreading you as he moved them gently up and down on your sensitive skin. He kissed down your stomach to your core, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts and play with them.

"I love chocolate milk but you taste even sweeter." he smirked as he slid down between your legs, looking at your wet core clenching around nothing.

"You're a fool." you let out a little whine of embarrassment as he stared at you intently.

"A fool for you." his hot breath ghosted over your clit, sending tingles through you.

"And cheesy." you whined again and he laughed.

"Mhm, and you love it." he smirked again and before you could think of a comeback, his lips attached to your clit, wrapping around the sensitive nub and sucking on it gently, the tip of his tongue adding onto the feeling. Your legs trembled as he played your body with just his lips and you couldn't help but let out moans and whispers of his name. Hyunjin hummed against you, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe on your wet pussy before he pushed inside, parting your lips and tasting you.

A loud moan left your lips as your hands flew to his hair, fingers digging into his scalp as you finally had something to grip onto and pull. He's been letting his hair grow out lately and the little tufts that would stick in different directions were the cutest thing ever, seeing him all messy in the morning was a sight that warmed your heart and woke up the cuteness aggression inside you. But, what you loved especially was that now, whenever he was making a mess of you, you could make a mess of him too.

And Hyunjin enjoyed it, the feeling of your fingers tangled in his hair and the sweet pain mixed with pleasure as you pulled on it fueled his desire for you even more. He moaned into you, sending shivers up your spine as his tongue lapped at your sweet juices, swallowing everything you gave him. Your grip on his hair became harder when he slowly pushed two fingers inside you, his tongue now playing with your sensitive clit.

"Hyun-Hyunjin!" you groaned, waves of pleasure coursing through your entire body as your toes curled. He easily found the sweet spot inside you, the tips of his fingers brushing against it.

You trembled as he fucked you at a steady pace, his fingers touching all the right spots inside you, his pretty plump lips wrapped around your clit. You were already close, remembering how even the first time you fucked on the kitchen table, you came so fast that it left you deeply embarrassed.

But you didn't care in this moment while he worked hard to bring you to your release and you shamelessly came in less than a few minutes, spilling on his fingers and tongue. Hyunjin groaned, lapping it all up and licking at his fingers eagerly.

"I need you, doll." his voice was raspy as he shakily pulled at his clothes, the items joining the pile of yours on the floor.

"I need you too, Jinnie." your voice was equally as spent but you weren't even near to being done as your legs wrapped around him and brought him closer. Hyunjin slowly pushed inside you, filling you up and touching all the places that only he had the privilege to feel. Your eyes fluttered shut as you clutched onto him, letting him rock your body with his.

"So tight, always so good for me, doll." Hyunjin groaned, losing himself inside you. You could only let out a moan of pleasure as his tip kept brushing against your spot, torturing you in the sweetest way as he set a slow pace.

"Look at me." he demanded in a low voice and you let out a whimper as you opened your eyes and looked into his, noticing the desire swimming inside them. "Just like that, doll. Keep your eyes on me." He continued moving inside you, still keeping the slow and deliberate drag just to drive you completely insane, like only he knew how to.

His thrusts got deeper and harder gradually and your eyes fluttered again, the pleasure building up and becoming too much.

"Don't look away, doll." Hyunjin smirked, picking up the pace. "I want you to look at me while I make you fall apart."

A series of moans and gasps left your lips and your hands slid up from his shoulders to his hair, pulling on it again and Hyunjin snapped in that moment. His hands gripped at your thighs harshly, folding you so your knees touched your shoulders before he started fucking into you harder. You couldn't keep your eyes open when he was rocking your entire world and pulling you apart before putting you back together again.

You kept pulling on his hair, watching the way he trembled above you, his eyes completely taken over by lust as he held you down.

"Gonna cum, doll. Be a good girl and take it all." Hyunjin groaned deeply and all you could was whimper and take it as he exploded and filled you up with his warm cum. The feeling of him claiming you drove you over the edge too and your pussy clenched around him as you came, milking him completely in the process.

His eyes were the ones to roll back this time as you squeezed him, prolonging his high as much as you could. He collapsed on top of you, face tucked in your neck as a blissful smile spread on his face.

"You didn't finish your choco milk." you teased when you finally caught your breath and Hyunjin chuckled.

"I got my dose of sweetness." he looked up at you with a smirk. "For now." he added, his eyes darting between you and your bedroom door.

You gave him a look and he chuckled, holding you tighter.

"I love you. Thanks for the flowers and the choco heart." he nuzzled into you and you giggled.

"I love you too."

Your weekend couldn't have started off better.

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[lieslab]

You're wearing me out, but I love you the same

꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎ ꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎

Pairing: og8 X gn reader

Summary: You're filming a new Skz Code video at a summer camp and your group members are unhinged in the best way possible.

Genre: 9th member AU

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: Requestee, I've been writing this for hours (hence why it's up later than usual) I've giggled far too much writing this one because picturing it playing out brings me pure joy and giddiness. The guys are so silly, I love them. It isn't Stray Kids without chaos <3

_ _ _

“This is so exciting!” Changbin squealed. “I can’t wait! Hyunjinnie, are you excited?” He glanced over, lightly punching Hyunjin’s arm. 

“I’m just thrilled we’re not staying in tents. You know how I feel about tents. They’re way too much work and ugh. Thank god, we’re sleeping in actual cabins.” 

Further down the way, you smoothed out your t-shirt. You purchased the white t-shirt at some point last week. Screen-printed graphic fish sat on the front in black outlines. Tucked into your denim shorts, you eagerly awaited instructions from staff members. 

All nine members would be filming for a summer camp themed Skz Code. Dressed in long socks and tennis shoes, you’d been eagerly awaiting since this morning. Last night, you could barely sleep due to excitement. 

“Can everyone line up? We’re going to start filming in a moment.” The director waved a few of the guys to walk further ahead. 

You all stood soaked in bright sunlight. Felix groaned and shielded his eyes. “How are we going to survive this? It’s so bright out here.” 

“Struggling already, Yongbok? How do you plan to survive the day? You should have come prepared like me.” Minho tapped his sunglasses. “A smart camper thinks ahead.” 

“I didn’t really think about it,” Felix frowned. “I guess I’ll have to pack them next time. I forgot we’d be filming a lot outside.” 

Without a word, Minho took off his glasses and handed them over. Felix perked up instantly and placed them on his face. The bright yellow sun dimmed instantly. “Thanks, hyung!” 

“Okay, we’re going to start filming in three, two…” The director signaled and your eyes went over to the camera crew. 

A variety of staff members held different cameras. Your mic pack sat in your back pocket. The corded mic strung up through your shirt and hid in the inner collar. “Hi, Stay!” You waved. 

Greetings were given to the camera. They cut off with a shrill scream. Han stumbled backward and rushed over to you. “Help! There’s a bee!” 

“That’s not a bee, that’s a wasp,” Jeongin corrected him. 

Seungmin pointed and laughed, causing Han to huddle behind your body. He stuck his head over your shoulder and poked a pink tongue out at Seungmin. Seungmin rolled his eyes and shook his head. “It’s going to be a long day.” 

“Anyway, we’re spending a day at summer camp and I hope I get to stay at a cabin with my wife!” Changbin leaned over and wrapped an arm around Hyunjin, at least, he tried. 

When Hyunjin wouldn’t bend down and allow it, Changbin huffed and wrapped an arm around his waist instead. Hyunjin’s head tipped back with a groan. “Why do we have to do this today? It’s too hot. Get off of me, you oaf!” 

His face fell in disbelief “OAF? That’s not very nice. I’d never call my significant other an oaf.” 

Hyunjin shoved him off. You laughed and Han’s fingers curled into the back of your shirt. “Do you think the bee is gone?” He whispered. 

“Yeah, I think so. It came up missing after it dived at Seungmin. Don’t worry, you’re safe now.” 

“My hero.” 

Chan grabbed a small bucket from one of the staff members. The company rented out a small camp in the countryside. Everyone had already been briefed on how the day would go. 

“We’re going to pick who is in what cabin. Since there’s nine of us, five of us will go into the bigger cabin. Four of you will be in the other.” 

“I’ve got dips bunking with Han!” 

“Shut up, Minho, that’s not how it works,” Hyunjin said. 

“What did you just say to me, you muskrat?” 

“What’s a muskrat?” 

Han peeked out from behind your shoulder once more. “Hyunjin, you kinda do look like a muskrat. It’s your scruffy short hair.” 

“What does that mean?” 

“Google it,” Minho snapped. 

Chan beamed at the camera and shook the bucket. “Who wants to draw names for cabin one? Once we’re in our groups, we’re going to pick names for our cabins. How about I go first?” 

“I wanted to go first,” Han frowned. 

“Mind your manners for the elderly,” Seungmin reminded him. 

You and Felix tried not to laugh. Chan reached into the bucket. “Okay the first person in the first cabin is-” He picked up a small piece of paper and opened it. “Seungmin!” 

“How horrible.” 

“You wanna come pick the next person?” 

Seungmin headed over and stuck his hand in the bucket. Chan kept it raised, so Seungmin couldn’t see who he was picking. He stretched onto his tip-toes and pulled out a sheet of paper. When he opened it, his face fell. 

“Nuh-uh, let me put it back and try again.” 

“Who is it?” 

“Hey,” Felix called over, “it can’t be that bad.” He headed over and tugged the paper from Seungmin’s hand. When he opened it, he busted into a fit of giggles. “It’s channie hyung!” 

Chan grinned and handed the bucket to Felix. “You know what this means Seungmin!” 

“Don’t even start.” 

“We sleep together, Seungmin!” 

“I don’t wanna do this anymore.” 

Chan wrapped his arms around Seungmin’s body and squeezed. He groaned and let it happen. “This is the worst day of my life.” 

“It could be worse,” you offered. 

“Nothing is worse than this. This is my own personal purgatory. I’m going to smell like an old man by the end of this.” 

“You don’t wanna smell like the new Fendi cologne?” Chan teased. 

“You smell like a-” 

Chan placed his hand over Seungmin’s mouth. “Felix, you can pick the next name. Don’t leave us waiting for too long.” 

~ ~ ~ 

After finishing picking cabins, you wheeled your suitcase into one of the log cabins. To your relief, you were only stuck with three of the guys, instead of four. Minho, Jeongin, and Felix were trapped with you. 

In the other cabin, Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, and Seungmin would likely be fighting for their lives. You couldn’t imagine the chaos that’d ensue. You were content with your bunkmates. 

Two freshly made bunk-beds sat opposite of each other. Pillows neatly sat on top of the red bedding. You tugged your suitcase closer to the area, debating on which bunk you might want. 

“How did you get here so fast?” 

You glanced over your shoulder to find Felix. Minho’s sunglasses were pushed up onto the top of his head. “I was the first one to get my luggage out of the car.” 

“Are you a top bunk or bottom bunk type of person?” 

You shrugged, “I don’t mind either option. I was waiting for you guys to pick your bunks before I-” 

“Bunk with me!” He swung off his backpack and shoved it on the top of one of the bunks. “Be my bunk buddy, please!” 

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” You rolled your suitcase near the bottom bunk and plopped down on it. A few inches sat between you and the top bunk. “I hope I don’t whack my head on the top bunk while trying to get out of the bed.” 

By the time Jeongin and Minho came inside, you and Felix were already situated. Minho glanced at the top bunk and looked at Jeongin. Before he could speak, Jeongin beat him to it. “You can have it, if you want it.” 

“Good because I wasn’t going to ask.” 

You yawned, already feeling the anguish of getting up early. “I can’t believe we’re staying here for the next few days and filming content. I’m tired from getting up early.” 

“Yeah, same,” Jeongin agreed.” 

“I think you two could just use some coffee. Felix doesn’t need any, he’s already bright and chipper.” 

“Yeah, it’d be a bad idea.” 

While the four of you talked, you glanced around the cabin. The cabin door locked and across the way, a small opening led to a bathroom with two sinks, two showers, and two bathroom stalls. 

You slumped over onto the pillow, letting your shoes dangle off the side of your bed. You sighed and let your eyes shut. Right before you drifted off, a knock sounded at the door. A ladder creaked and shuffling shoes fell across the hardwood floor. 

Minho opened the door to reveal one of the staff members. He chuckled at the sight over Minho’s shoulder. “Are you guys ready to eat? Breakfast is ready.” 

“Already?” 

“Yeah, you’re going to need some energy for what we have planned today.” 

~ ~ ~ 

“Are we sure this is safe?” Felix frowned and looked over at the staff members with worry. “These arrows look awfully pointy and-” 

Thwack! 

“Hey, I did it! Look at me! I did it!” Han pointed down at the painted target. “Do you see that Stay? I’ll keep you safe with my archery skills. Get behind me!” 

“Um… weren’t you the same guy that took off running for cover earlier because you saw a wasp?” 

“Shut up, Seungmin.” 

You waited a few feet behind Chan. There were only six targets out and nine of you. You waited with Changbin and Jeongin for a turn. The camp staff filled the day with activities they completed with campers. 

Your stomach slowly digested your yogurt parfait. Vanilla yogurt mixed with layers of blueberries and chopped strawberries. Topped with honey-glazed granola, you paired it with a side of hashbrowns. 

The sweetness stained your lips as you waited for your turn to come around. After eating, one of the staff members led you over to the archery targets. You watched as they carefully instructed the right way to load the bow and how to shoot the arrows. 

The targets sat in an empty area. Orange cones blocked off small portions of space for each archer. You watched the guys load arrows from a plastic stand and fire them. So far, nobody has hit the center of the target. 

A loud yelp caught your attention and you glanced over. Hyunjin cried out and shook his arm. “Ow! Ow! OW!” 

“Oh no, what happened? Are you okay?” The concerned counselor rushed over with a frown. 

“I pulled the string back and let go. It snapped against my forearm in the process. I’m fine, but it felt like a bee sting.” 

“Oh dear. Please be careful when shooting. Make sure you are all keeping your forearms-” Another yelp cut her off. 

Felix’s bow dropped to the ground and he grabbed his forearm. “Holy fuck! Ow! I don’t wanna do this anymore. That hurt too much.” He called your name and gestured to the bow. “Can you take over?” 

“Please be careful. I’m going to go get some of the arm guards we have. They’ll protect your forearms from being injured.” The woman spun around and hurried to the designated office. 

You took your time studying the bow and figuring out the proper way to hold it. Chan and Hyunjin pulled back, so Jeongin and Changbin could have a turn to shoot. When you felt prepared enough, you grabbed one of the arrows and hooked it onto the string.

Your eyes narrowed at the target and you pulled the string back. The arrow quivered and quickly straightened. You took a deep breath in and out. You aimed the arrow at the target and let it fly. 

Thwack! 

“Bullseye!” You called triumphantly. 

“Wait, that’s not fair! I’m out of arrows! Let me go- AH! Seungmin, you nearly took off my head!” 

“What kind of idiot starts to walk into a field when everyone else is still shooting their arrows? Did you not hear what the woman said about safety? Can you hear?” 

“I forgot!” 

“You won’t forget when an arrow pierced you upside the head, idiot.” 

You ignored them, hooked another arrow, soaked in your adrenaline, and let it fly. 

~ ~ ~ 

“Let’s go!” Changbin shrieked. He flexed his muscles and rushed towards an unprepared Chan. The moment he chest bumped him, Chan slipped backwards, hitting the ground with a faint ‘oof.’

“Whoops! Sorry, hyung. I guess I still don’t know my own strength.” 

“Yeah, you can say that again.” Chan grabbed Changbin’s outstretched arms and let him pull him to his feet. “Good job on scoring.” 

“I’m on a roll today!” 

“Keep it up.” 

On the opposite side of the field, Felix stood in front of the awaiting goal. The black and white soccer ball sat behind him. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked back at the ball. “How did that happen? I swore I had enough time to-” 

“Suck it!” Changbin hollered. 

Hyunjin’s fists went up in the air. He shrieked and ran around the soccer field. He weaved between you and Seungmin. The two of you both shared a look of annoyance. Seungmin’s leg went out, trying to trip Hyunjin, but he hurdled over it.

You all split up and huddled with your cabin members. For the past forty-five minutes, you all played soccer. You tried to play because playing four members versus five was tough. Just when you thought you were doing well, the other team snagged the ball. 

You were the first goalie and when they kept getting balls into the net, you swapped with Jeongin. You tried to trip up Seungmin, but he managed to outwit you and score a goal between Jeongin’s spread legs. 

Han attempted to keep up with Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin, and Seungmin, but it mainly turned into him jumping up and down on the field. The one time he got the ball from Felix, he attempted to kick it, missed the ball, and slipped to the ground like a cartoon character. 

You all stopped the soccer game because none of you could recover. Pointing and giggling, Han laid on the ground with tears forming in his eyes. A hand curled over his stomach as he laughed, trying to find the strength to get up. 

Hyunjin performed another victory lap between you and Seungmin. It came to a sudden halt when Minho grabbed the back of his shirt and jerked him back. “Do you know what a yellow card is? You’re about to get one, Hwang.” 

“Eat my-” 

“Play ball!” Chan called out. “Felix, pass me the ball.” 

“Yes, sir!” He kicked the ball from the goal, sending it rolling down the green grass. It stopped along the side of Chan’s foot. “Minho hyung, sick ‘em!” 

“I’ll skewer them.” 

“Yeah!” 

You wiped sweat from the side of your forehead and jogged to the side of Minho. “Can this be the last round? I’m dying. It’s nine points to one.” 

“Giving up so soon?” Minho glanced over with a playful smirk. 

“I’m tired.” 

Chan kicked the ball, sending it straight through your legs. You yelled his name and spun around. He giggled and rushed to the side. “Changbin, pass it back!” 

“Don’t you dare!” You tried to run in his direction, but Hyunjin cut you off. The pair passed the ball and you chased after them. “Don’t just stand there, Jeongin, help me!” 

“I’m trying!” 

Han and Felix’s voices collided. One taunted while the other cheered. On the defense, Felix crouched low, trying to stop the blur of the ball from hitting the net. Minho sprinted, kicking the ball from Changbin’s soaring foot. 

It jerked to the side, rolling away from your net. You rushed after it, letting the wind sail through your hair. “I’ve got it! I’ve got it! I-” 

Seungmin rushed forward the same time you did. Your legs tangled and you both hit the ground. The ball drifted and your eyes widened. “Felix!” 

“I see it!” 

He lunged, but it was too late. Before he could stop the sailing ball, Han’s sudden kick sent it into the back of the net. Your eyes widened and Changbin gasped. Felix hit the ground with a defeated groan. “I don’t got it.” He shifted and his head dipped into the grass. 

Screams erupted from the other team. Hyunjin rushed over and wrapped his arms around Han. “You did it! You scored the winning point!” 

“Hannie! Hannie! Hannie! Hannie!” 

He screeched as Chan, Changbin, and Hyunjin lifted him into the air. On top of Changbin’s shoulders, he giggled and cheered. His fists pumped towards the sky. 

Despite your loss, you couldn’t stop the fondness from filling your eyes as Seungmin rushed away from you and went over to celebrate. 

~ ~ ~ 

After lunch, Jeongin groaned and held his stomach. “I’m never eating barbecued anything ever again. I’m having the worst heartburn. Oh, this is awful.” 

“Do you need a Tums? I think one of the staff members carries a pack around. Do you want me to go find one for you?” Felix asked. 

“Please. I think I’m going to erupt and die. I can feel my stomach bloating and gurgling.” 

“Ew,” Seungmin mumbled. 

The four of you were tailing the other guys. You were all given different clues for a scavenger hunt. With nine different clues, the staff members said you could solve them on your own, or together. So far, you found a stash of white t-shirts and a pack of rubber bands. What they were for, you didn’t know yet. 

When Felix came back, Jeongin thanked him and chewed up the chalky tablet. You wandered further into the group. Over Changbin’s shoulder, you scanned his paper and an eyebrow raised. 

“What’s blue and latex?” You uttered out loud. 

“I don’t know. I’m stuck between balloons and hospital gloves. The tallest tree around, I know where that’s at. The manager pointed it out earlier, remember? Back where we were dropped off.” 

As you talked amongst the guys, Han paused. “Um… that doesn’t seem right, does it? A giant table in the middle of the woods?” 

“With a black tablecloth?” 

As you all spread out, you studied the table in confusion. “It has to be part of the thing. Maybe we should put the stuff we’ve already gathered here. If we split up, it’ll be quicker. We could meet back here.” 

“I’ve got dibs with you!” Changbin laced his hand through yours and you let him. “Minho, you have to go out to the entrance as well, right? Come with us.” 

“Apparently.” He stepped over and followed the two of you as you wandered back down the worn trail. Dark bushy trees lingered over your heads. “Has anyone figured out what we’re doing yet?” 

“I don’t think so.” 

“Have you?” You looked over as he stepped in line with the two of you. 

“I think we’re going to tie-dye shirts.” 

“Oh!” Your face lit up. “That makes sense! Changbin, your item probably is gloves if we’re dyeing things.” 

“Oh, great, just what I need. This is going to be horrendous. Have they met us? Seungmin’s going to dye us smurf blue and the staff won’t stop him because they’ll be laughing their asses off.” 

Minho’s head shook. “ That won’t happen to me. I’m going to dye his annoying ass orange first. We’ll see what happens after that.” 

“I guess we will.” 

~ ~ ~ 

Ten minutes after you all came back to the table further in the woods, a camp staff member explained how to tie-dye your white shirts. Swirled a certain way and wrapped with multiple rubber bands, you glanced at the colors before you carefully. 

Beside you, Chan grabbed a bottle of orange dye and squeezed it all over his shirt. He called your name and picked up another color. “Are you making your shirt rainbow, or are you only doing a few colors?” 

“I don’t know. I think I might stick with three colors. That’s nice, right? I think it’ll go better with certain outfits that way. It already has white. Blue, pink, and purple? I could do green, orange, and yellow. There’s so many options, it’s hard to decide.” 

You frowned and hesitated to grab a bottle of dye. On your opposite side, Seungmin grabbed a bottle of red. He shoved it between a shirt fold and squeezed. “I’m making mine red and purple.” 

“Any reason why?” 

“Nope.” He grabbed the purple with his opposite hand, stuck it between another fold and squeezed again. “I feel like I’m conducting wizardry.” 

“IT’S NOT MY DWAEKKI PINK!” 

All three of you looked over at Changbin’s shirt. A dark pink oozed everywhere, including all over the table around him. He frowned and stared at the bottle. “I’ve been betrayed by a color I trusted most.” 

“It’s okay, Changbinnie. I want pink, too. We’re going to match.” Felix leaned over and reassuringly patted his shoulder. “Plus, it’ll dry and lighten a little. Maybe there’s still a little hope.” 

“There better be!” 

“Claude Monet, what are you doing over there?” Jeongin’s attention turned to Hyunjin after he injected purple into his own shirt. Hyunjin sat on his knees. He shoved a dark blue into specific parts of his shirt. “Why are you doing that?” 

“I’m going for a specific pattern. Blue and green are both cool colors. If I add a little bit of purple, I think I’ll get exactly what I’m looking for.” 

“Well, I know what I’m doing.” Minho grabbed pink and green and squirted the colors all over his white shirt. “It’s not that hard to decide.” 

“I love that idea. It reminds me of our song. I wish there was brown for Han Quokka,” Han frowned. “I’ll do without and try to make it work. If I mixed up every color, do you think it’d come out brown?” 

“Probably just a rainbow.” 

“It’s worth a shot, I think.” 

After a few more moments of hesitation, you grabbed your favorite color and began squirting dye into the white shirt. 

~ ~ ~ 

By the time you all finished, dye was in places it shouldn’t have been. Pink stained Changbin’s arms. One of Seungmin’s latex gloves tore and purple soaked his left hand. Felix reached across the table to bother Jeongin and accidentally smeared green on the side of his forearm. 

Your balled up shirts were left to dry. In the meantime, a staff member led you all towards a large pond. Hidden in an area of swaying trees, you cautiously walked along gravel and headed in the direction of awaiting canoes. 

“Oh, perfect,” you mumbled. 

“Who wants to be with who?” Hyunjin asked. “I wanna be with Innie.” 

“This Innie wants to be left outie when it comes to you.” 

“That only makes me want you more.” 

“Gross.” 

You stayed in the distance as everyone paired up. The idea of being in such a small canoe frightened you. Not to mention, you’d never done it before. Life jackets were provided, so it wasn’t like you’d drown, but it still made you incredibly nervous. 

When you were handed a life jacket, you placed the orange flotation device over your head and fastened it. You didn’t want to canoe, but you knew the staff would want video footage of everyone in the water. So instead of backing out, you grabbed two oars and shoved a canoe across the sandy bank. 

With a loud grunt, you pushed it into the water as far as you dared and carefully lowered yourself into the middle to balance it. An oar laid in your lap and you sucked in a deep breath. The rest of the guys were already nearly twenty feet ahead, paddling with ease. 

“This is so nice,” Felix called to Changbin. “I wish we could do this all the time. Are you relaxed?” 

“I could take a nap out here. Look at the water! It’s so blue! Do you think there’s fish in here?” 

“Probably. I overheard a staff member question if we would fish today, or not. I’m pretty sure they decided against it.” 

Chan giggled as Han and Jeongin panicked. Minho snorted and shook his head. “Hey, idiots! Stop shifting! You’re causing the boat to rock!” 

“Easy for you to say! You’re older and wiser!” Han panicked and grabbed the sides of the canoe. “I’m scared!” 

“If you don’t stop moving, I’m coming back there and whacking you with the oar.” Jeongin grumbled. 

“AH!” 

Hyunjin and Seungmin rowed further and further away from the group. “They’re too loud,” Seungmin mumbled. “Let’s enjoy peace and quiet on the opposite side of the pond. It’s getting harder to row out here.” 

“Yeah, it’s because I’m letting you do all the work.” Hyunjin sat content in the back of the boat. His legs spread out and the oar sat horizontal along the boat. “I stopped rowing after we turned.” 

“Jackass.” 

With your single paddle in the water, you rowed further and further out into the water. From the shore, cameras zoomed in to catch sight of you. You were all going to be equipped with body cameras, but they were accidentally left behind at the company building. 

Felix called your name and waved. “Hey, how are you hanging over here?” 

“I’m not. I’m terrified, but I’m trying to survive.” 

“Don’t worry,” Changbin reassured you. “You’ll be fine. If anything happens, we’ll rescue you.” 

“That doesn’t feel reassuring.” 

“Do you want us to let you get eaten by piranhas?” 

Your eyes widened, causing Felix to laugh. “He’s just kidding. There aren’t any piranhas in this water. Probably just basic fish. I doubt they’d try to eat you.” 

“But they might,” Changbin whispered as he rowed them away. 

His words left your anxiety to grow. A few minutes later, you shifted, trying to readjust your body. The moment you did, your boat tipped to the side. You gasped and jerked to the other side. The sudden force was enough to overcorrect the issue. You shrieked and your body swayed. The sound of a loud splash caused everyone to stop and look over. 

Felix shrieked your name, but you didn’t respond. The wooden canoe was upside down over where you once were. Both wooden oars vanished beneath the glossy water. 

Bubbles floated up, causing Changbin and Felix to reverse. Chan shifted to jump out of the canoe, but Minho stopped him, worrying that their own canoe would tip over. Hyunjin and Seungmin shared a look and Seungmin nodded. 

He crawled back, trying to stabilize the boat. Hyunjin shoved himself over the side and pressed against the canoe, keeping it balanced upright. When it stopped swaying, he swam in your direction. 

Beneath the water, you were briefly engulfed and submerged before you popped back upright. You yelped as your head banged against the inside of the canoe. Before you could tip it back over, it shifted. Felix’s worried eyes met yours. 

Hyunjin grabbed your life jacket, pulling you towards him. “Hey, are you okay? Did you hit your head?” 

Your face sat void of its usual color. Shook up and soaked in chilled water, your head shook. “A little. I-I just wasn’t expecting to hit the water. I’m okay, I think. A little cold, but I’m sure I’ll survive.” 

“Let’s get you back to land, so you can get changed into something warm.” 

“Are they good?” Chan called out as he approached with Minho. 

“Yeah, just cold and shaken up.” 

“You didn’t inhale water, did you?” Minho asked. 

“ARE THEY ALIVE? WE CAN’T GET BACK THERE! WE’RE STUCK! HELP!” 

In the distance, Seungmin rolled his eyes. He was paddling towards you and the canoes until he stumbled upon Han and Jeongin. Their oars rowed, but they pushed themselves in a never-ending circle. Over and over, they meandered in a tail-spin. 

“Han, put your paddle to the other side of the boat!” 

“I’m trying, but now I’m scared I’ll tip us over!” 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” 

You caught a brief glimpse of the spinning canoe. It didn’t last long as Hyunjin led you back to the shore. Shivering and with chattering teeth, you weren’t sure how he seemed so calm. The late spring day still felt pretty cool. Water dripped off of you, soaked your hair, and caused your shoes to squish uncomfortably. 

As you reached land, two staff members rushed to your aid. A towel laid over your shoulders. Your canoe floated empty on the still pond. The guys paddled back to check up on you, but not Jeongin and Han. 

Their canoe still spun in a slow circle while they moaned in misery. 

~ ~ ~ 

A few hours later, you felt warmer. In the glow of the roaring campfire, a sticky s’more sat in your hand. Graham crackers with a gooey marshmallow and a piece of melted chocolate sat between them. Chan roasted it and created it for you. 

In new clothes, much warmer clothes, you were wrapped in a blanket. The camera crew continued to film all nine of you. You sat your chair between Jeongin and Seungmin. After dinner, you didn’t feel like doing much of anything. 

When the sun went down, a campfire was lit. The crew decided to skip the scary stories. Your fall from the canoe was frightening enough. Instead, they opted to have you judge a talent show while marshmallows roasted for s’mores. 

“I have a talent. I wanna go first.” Seungmin stood up and the camera zoomed in. “I’d like to make an impression of Han being unable to jump rope.” 

“Do not!” 

An invisible rope swung and Seungmin jumped. He reached down and pretended to pull up his pant legs. “It must be my pants. Hold on, I can do it.” 

Hyunjin leaned back, laughing and clapping his hands in delight. Jeongin chuckled and Han’s face fell into his hands. “Stop it. This is humiliating.” 

“Let me try again. Here I go.” Seungmin swung the invisible rope again. He pretended to stumble and sank to his knees, curling against the floor. When he stood back up, he bowed. “That’s my scene and my talent.” 

You clapped, enjoying Han’s humiliation. “I give that an eight out of ten. It would have been higher, but you didn’t include the pure anguish.” 

“I’ll note it for next time.” 

“No! There will be no next time!” Han jerked to his feet. “No next time! Here, I’m going to impersonate Seungmin doing an impression of JYP!” 

A shared collection of “oohs” roamed around the fire. Minho pushed two more marshmallows onto a skewer and stuck it into the fire. They bubbled and caught on fire while Han continued. 

“Gotta get, gotta get, gotta get that groove back! Uh!” He shifted and hip thrusted into the empty air. 

Felix’s face fell and Chan’s eyes widened. 

“Now when the hell have I ever added that to my JYP impression?” Seungmin questioned. 

Han’s face went bright red and he plopped back into his chair. He jerked his hoodie hood over his face and slumped down in the chair. “Nobody talk to me again.” 

“I’m screen recording this part of the video and sending it to him on his Bubble.” 

“NO!” Han shrieked. 

Changbin pointed and laughed. His high-pitched laughter caused you to fall into your own fit of giggles. You jerked upright and mimicked Han’s dramatic hip thrust, sending the group back into a fit of roaring laughter. 

By the time you recuperated, the talent show was long forgotten about. Every time you looked at Han, he looked away in shame. He covered his face, or his eyes, mumbling about his embarrassment. 

“If we just get you into those see through pants he wore,” Hyunjin added, “you’re practically a dead ringer for him.” 

“JYP, what are you doing here?” Felix added. 

“I’m never going to live this down,” Han mumbled. 

“It’s okay, buddy, we know you can’t jump rope either.” 

“Seungmin!” 

He held up his hands innocently. “If you didn’t want people mocking you, you should have learned to jump rope as a kid.” 

“I know how! I had bad pants that day! It wasn’t a fair shot!” 

“Does anyone have a jump rope we could borrow?” 

“Stop!” 

“Make me.” 

“I’m gonna throw you into a fire pit.” 

“Wow, I’m so scared. Killed off by the guy that can’t jump rope to save his life. What a way to go.” 

“STOP!” 

Hoots and hollers filled the air, floating up with the curling smoke. Every time Changbin flooded into another fit of giggles, so did you. You couldn’t help it. 

Life wasn’t always perfect, but surrounded by eight idiots, it was certainly far from boring. 

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warnings: Unprotected sex, humping, grinding, nipple play,creampie, slightly subby Hyunjin (at first)

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summary: When Hyunjin asks you to model for a painting, a teasing joke turns into something much deeper—and much filthier.

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You met Hyunjin on a random afternoon backstage at one of Stray Kids’ early shows before the lights, before the world knew him as more than a trainee with a pretty face and a body full of nervous energy. You weren’t part of the industry, not really. You were there tagging along with your cousin, a stylist-in-training who forgot her phone charger and begged you to bring it to the venue. You remember bumping into him—literally, shoulder against chest, awkward apologies exchanged in a cramped hallway.

He laughed, soft and polite, tucking his hair behind one ear. “Sorry, I wasn’t looking.”

Neither were you. But after that, you couldn’t stop.

It was the beginning of a slow, easy friendship. The kind that unfolds like pages in a well-worn book, comfortable, familiar, occasionally surprising. You ended up in the same coffee shops, the same late-night ramen joints, the same cramped dorm rooms where he and the other members laughed over horror movies and convenience store snacks.

What made you and Hyunjin different was the silence. Not awkward silence—never that. But the kind of quiet that hung between two people who didn’t need to fill the space with anything but presence. You understood his introverted spells, the way he disappeared into notebooks and sketchpads for days. He understood your tendency to overthink, your hesitancy to open up to new people.

He became your person. The one who texted at 2AM just to ask what the stars looked like from your window. The one who bought you hot packs in winter and made playlists for your bus rides. You never had to label it, but he was yours in a way no one else was.

He painted you once. Just your hands. He never told you he was doing it, just asked you to hold a piece of fruit one afternoon while he adjusted the lighting in his room. Weeks later, he texted you a photo of the finished piece, captioned with a single word: ‘yours.’

You didn’t ask what it meant. You didn’t have to.

Through the years, you watched him become Hyunjin—Hwang Hyunjin—idol, artist, fantasy. But he always came back to you, in small ways. A voice note here. A sketch of your favorite flower there. Movie nights, even when he was dead tired. He always had time for you, and you never questioned it.

He had other friends, of course. You weren’t delusional. But the intimacy you shared with him felt untouched, sacred. You knew what made him laugh until he cried, what song made him tear up in silence, the scent of the oil paint he used late at night.

Somewhere along the way, things shifted. You don’t know when exactly it happened, but one day you realized that your skin burned when he brushed your arm. That his gaze lingered too long when you wore off-the-shoulder tops. That when he hugged you, he held on a fraction of a second too long. That you liked it. That you craved it.

But you never crossed that line. You didn’t dare.

Hyunjin was flirtatious by nature, teasing, coy, all pouty lips and sparkly eyes—but there was something else in the way he looked at you. A softness. A depth. A quiet hunger he never acted on.

He wasn’t just pretty. He was breathtaking. Tall and lean with that graceful dancer’s body, lips made for sin, eyes that carried galaxies. And yet, he only ever seemed to look at you like you were the masterpiece.

Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was timing. Maybe it was the fact that you were so close, so intertwined, that the thought of losing him kept your desires locked behind your teeth.

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It started with a text.

hyunjin:

‘hey’

‘weird ask maybe, can i paint you?’

You were in bed when it came through. Face half-buried in your pillow, doom-scrolling past fan edits of him—shirtless, smirking, in that sheer black stage outfit you pretended not to zoom in on. You sat up, reread the message five times, then typed and deleted three different replies before finally settling on:

‘you’ve painted me before?’

He replied almost immediately.

‘not like this’

Your heart gave one of those annoying little skips. You could feel the heat pooling in your cheeks even though it was probably innocent. Probably. You waited, thumb hovering, then typed:

‘what’s “not like this” mean?’

It took him a minute. Long enough for you to overthink it, to imagine him staring at his screen, debating what to say. When the next message came through, your stomach flipped.

‘i wanna do a full portrait’

‘not just your hands or your back or whatever’

‘just you, sitting for me’

There was something about the way he said just you that made your skin tingle. Maybe it was the bluntness. Maybe it was the fact that he trusted you with this—something intimate, something artistic, something that sounded like it was more than just about a painting.

You stared at the message until your brain caught up with your body, until your fingers stopped fidgeting and your breath leveled out. Then:

‘okay. when?’

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His studio wasn’t what you expected.

It was just a spare room in his apartment, walls splattered with dried paint, a couple of canvases leaning against the corners, a stool in the center with a single warm light trained on it. Music played softly in the background, something instrumental and moody.

He met you at the door, hair tied back in a loose bun, oversized shirt smudged with black paint. He smelled like that cologne you always associated with him, clean, sharp, with a hint of something woodsy.

“You came,” he said, smiling like he didn’t quite believe it.

“I said I would.”

“Yeah, but you say a lot of things you don’t mean.” He wasn’t teasing. Not really. There was something searching in his eyes, like he was checking to see if you felt it too, whatever it was.

You stepped inside, took in the space. “This is nice. Very you. Chaotic.”

He laughed. “It’s better when the light hits right. You’ll see.”

You dropped your bag by the door, suddenly unsure what to do with your hands. “So… what do you want me to do?”

“Just sit,” he said, already turning to grab his sketchpad. “I’m gonna start with some quick lines, get the posture right. You can relax. We’ll talk.”

You moved to the stool, adjusting your position a few times until he gave a little hum of approval. He stood a few feet away, flipping the pad open, pencil already in hand.

“Is this for a project or…?”

“Nah.” His eyes flicked up to yours, then down again. “Just for me.”

That shouldn’t have made your breath hitch. But it did.

“So,” he said, voice casual, like he hadn’t just casually short-circuited your brain, “the comeback’s almost done. Title track’s crazy. Felix has this deep part that’s gonna blow people’s minds.”

You leaned back slightly, letting yourself settle into the rhythm of it. “Is it the angry sexy kind of comeback? Or the emotional sexy kind?”

Hyunjin laughed, head still down, wrist moving in soft strokes. “Definitely angry sexy. We’re in our fuck you era.”

You grinned. “Hot.”

There was a pause. You could feel his gaze on you again, flickering between your posture and your face.

“You look good tonight.”

Your stomach did a weird, slow turn. You didn’t reply right away, just tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and shrugged. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s always true.”

He said it so easily. So simply. Like he didn’t realize the way his words sank into you, slow and warm and deep.

You glanced around, needing something to focus on. “How many people have you painted?”

He paused, pencil stalling mid-sketch. “Like… properly? Not many. You’re the only one I’ve asked to pose like this.”

You looked back at him. “Why me?”

His eyes lifted. He didn’t smile. Didn’t deflect.

“Because I know how to look at you.”

You should’ve said something clever. Should’ve laughed it off or rolled your eyes or made a joke. But the way he said it—quiet, sure, honest, left no room for anything else.

So you just breathed. Slowly. Carefully.

Then you said, “You’re flirting with me.”

He gave a soft little smirk. “Am I?”

“You are.”

“Is it working?”

You blinked. Heat surged through you in a sudden wave, hot cheeks, warm chest, pulsing low in your stomach. You opened your mouth to reply, and instead said:

“You should paint me naked.”

It came out before you could stop it. You didn’t even really mean it. It was a joke. A flirty little comment, the kind you’d made a dozen times before in less charged settings. But the second the words left your mouth, you knew they landed differently.

Hyunjin’s pencil stopped. Dead still.

He looked up at you, expression unreadable. There was a beat. Then:

“…Okay.”

Your breath caught.

“I—what?”

“I’ll paint you naked,” he said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “If you want.”

You stared at him, frozen. “Hyunjin, I was joking.”

“I’m not.”

Silence stretched between you, thick with tension. The kind of silence that made your skin prickle. You could feel something shift in the air, something new and heavy and inevitable.

You wanted to laugh it off. But part of you didn’t.

Part of you wondered what it would feel like to let him see all of you. Not just your face or your posture or your hands—but you. Bare and unguarded and real.

And part of you, maybe a bigger part than you were ready to admit, wanted to see what he would do.

He didn’t say anything else. Just looked at you, waiting.

And before you could second-guess yourself, you reached for the hem of your shirt.

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You don’t even realize what you’re doing until your shirt is halfway over your head.

You pause for a second, arms tangled in fabric, breath caught somewhere between a laugh and a gasp. You want to say something, maybe still turn it into a joke, make it light, make it easy, but when you finally pull the shirt off and toss it onto the floor, the look on Hyunjin’s face shuts your brain down completely.

His mouth is slightly open. Eyes wide. Hands still clutching his sketchpad, but the pencil’s barely hanging on between his fingers.

You’re not even naked. Just in a bra, nothing fancy, black lace with a tiny bow in the center—but suddenly it feels like you’re wearing nothing.

“...Okay,” you say, voice way too breathless to sound normal. You try to smile. “You called my bluff. Happy?”

He doesn’t answer.

He just stares.

Like he’s seeing you for the first time. Like you’re not just his friend anymore, you’re something else. Something he can’t quite believe is real.

“I can put it back on,” you offer, and your voice is smaller now, not teasing anymore. “I was just messing around.”

“Don’t,” he says, and it comes out fast. Sharp. Then softer, like he’s catching himself. “I mean… only if you want to. But don’t because of me.”

You sit back on the stool, your bare skin suddenly way too aware of the air in the room. The studio light casts soft gold across your collarbones, down the slope of your chest. You can feel his eyes on you—like heat, like weight.

You glance at him. “Are you gonna sketch or just stare?”

He laughs once, short and nervous. “Sorry. Yeah. Sketching. Sketching.”

He fumbles with his pencil, nearly drops it, then clears his throat and lowers his eyes to the pad. You catch the way his hand is shaking a little. How his jaw flexes, how his tongue flicks out to wet his bottom lip like his mouth’s gone dry.

You watch him. Watch the way his gaze keeps dragging back to your chest, your stomach, your thighs. How hard he’s trying to not look hungry. How he’s failing.

“So,” you say, like your voice isn’t a little shaky too, “what’s the, uh—what’s the vision here? Do I get a Greek goddess moment? Or are we going full Titanic?”

“Stop talking,” he mumbles, not looking up. His cheeks are flushed. “You’re making it worse.”

That makes you grin.

“Oh? What’s worse?”

“You know what.”

You tilt your head. “You’re getting turned on.”

He doesn’t answer, but the tips of his ears are red, and he shifts in his chair like he’s trying to discreetly adjust something in his lap.

You bite your lip. Your skin is tingling. Your thighs press together, involuntarily. It’s like the heat in the room has changed—like the air between you is full of static.

“I didn’t think this would actually do anything,” you admit. “I mean, we’re friends.”

“Exactly,” he says, finally looking up at you, and there’s a raw kind of intensity in his voice. “That’s why it is doing something.”

You blink. “What?”

“You’re not just some model. You’re not just a body. You’re—” He breaks off, swallows. “You’re you. And you’re sitting there, all beautiful and confident and half-naked, and I’m supposed to just draw you like it’s nothing?”

You don’t know what to say. You don’t even know what you’re feeling.

You’d thought this would be a joke. That he’d laugh, roll his eyes, maybe throw a pillow at you. But instead you’re both buzzing. Breathing like you’ve been running. Hearts pounding. Every second that passes feels more and more dangerous.

You shift slightly on the stool, crossing one leg over the other, and you see the way his eyes drop. You see the subtle flex in his hands. The rise in his chest.

He’s hard. You’re sure of it now. There’s a subtle tension in the way he sits, a stiffness in his posture that has nothing to do with his sketch.

And the worst, or maybe best, part?

You’re getting there too.

You feel warm all over. Every time his eyes flick to you, you get this pulse between your legs—this low, throbbing ache that makes you want to move, to shift, to do something.

And suddenly you’re wondering what it would feel like if he touched you.

Not in some grand, dramatic way. Not all at once. But something small. The brush of his fingers along your thigh. The backs of his knuckles down your ribcage. His mouth on your neck.

You swallow hard.

“You okay?” he asks quietly, voice low and tight.

You nod. But then your voice betrays you. “Are you?”

His throat works. “No.”

And you don’t know what possesses you, maybe it’s the ache building low in your belly, maybe it’s the way his eyes look like he’s trying not to devour you—but the words slip out before you can stop them.

“Do you… want help?”

His entire body goes still.

You clarify, because you have to, because if you don’t you’ll explode. “With… with your hard-on.”

There. You said it.

And he looks at you like you just offered him something sacred. His lips part. His pupils are blown wide, chest rising and falling fast.

He nods.

Once.

Twice.

Three times, frantic and desperate, like the words aren’t coming fast enough.

“Please.”

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The moment the word please leaves his mouth, something shifts.

Hyunjin—your shy, soft-spoken best friend who blushes when you compliment his jawline, is staring at you like he’s about to fall apart. And you’re not much better. Your body is buzzing. Throat dry. Every nerve alive and humming.

You stand slowly, moving off the stool. The silence is so heavy it feels like a third body in the room.

He doesn’t move.

You step closer.

He still doesn’t move—but his breath hitches when you reach for the sketchpad, gently pulling it out of his hands and setting it on the floor beside the chair. His fingers graze yours, barely, but it’s enough to make your stomach clench.

“Okay,” you whisper.

Your hand moves carefully to the waistband of his sweats. You don’t pull, not yet. You’re watching his face, the way his lashes flutter, the way his mouth trembles with restraint. He’s letting you lead, nervous and desperate, completely open, like he’ll shatter if you stop.

You lean in, close enough that your breath fans against his ear.

“You’re so hard,” you murmur, almost a purr.

He whimpers.

Actually, whimpers.

You smile a little, heat pooling between your legs. “Thought you said you could handle it.”

“I can’t,” he breathes. “Not—not when it’s you.”

You kiss him.

There’s no hesitation. No second-guessing. Just mouths crashing together, all heat and hunger and months—years—of buried tension finally snapping loose. His lips are soft but eager, a little clumsy with how badly he wants you. He tilts his head, groaning into the kiss, hands gripping the arms of the chair like if he touches you too soon he’ll lose control.

You straddle him slowly, your knees on either side of his hips, settling into his lap.

And fuck, you can feel it now, his cock straining against the thin fabric of his sweats, pressing up against the soft part of your panties. It makes your hips jerk without meaning to.

He gasps.

“You feel that?” you whisper, brushing your nose against his. “You’re so hard for me, Jinnie.”

“Fuck,” he moans, head falling back. His neck arches and you take your chance, leaning down to kiss down the column of his throat, sucking gently just below his ear.

His whole body trembles.

You roll your hips, slow and deliberate, grinding down against him. The friction sends a shock through you, your clit catching just right against the fabric. It’s not enough, but it’s so good.

He’s breathing hard now, little gasps leaving his parted lips. His hands are twitching at his sides, and when one finally lifts, shaky, hesitant—you guide it to your waist.

“Touch me,” you say. “You can.”

That’s all it takes. His hands slide up your sides, warm and wide, fingers splaying across your back like he needs to hold you in place. He looks up at you like he’s still not convinced this is real.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, voice cracking. “I don’t—fuck, I don’t even know what I’m doing—”

“You’re doing perfect.”

You kiss him again, slower this time. Deeper. Letting your tongue trace his, dragging your fingers into his hair and tugging just enough to make him moan. He bucks his hips up into you, instinctive, needy, and the pressure makes you both gasp.

You whisper against his lips, “You want me to take it off?”

His eyes flick down to your bra. He swallows hard. Nods.

You reach behind you, unhook it slowly, then let the straps slide down your arms. The second it hits the floor, his eyes go wide—hungry. Like he wants to memorize every inch of you, paint you again and again, frame you in gold.

He reaches up with both hands, cupping your breasts carefully, reverently.

“Can I?” he whispers, thumbs brushing your nipples.

You nod.

He leans in, mouth warm against your skin, kissing along the curve before flicking his tongue over one nipple. You arch, grinding into him harder, and he groans, low and filthy, all breath and heat.

“Jinnie…”

“I can’t take it,” he gasps. “I need—fuck, I need more.”

His hands slide down to your hips, gripping tight, guiding your movements now. The rhythm builds, your clothed cores grinding together, wet heat meeting hard desperation, the friction slick and perfect. Your breath stutters. You feel yourself clenching around nothing, aching for more.

“Do you feel how wet I am for you?” you whisper. “I’m soaking through my panties.”

His hands tremble.

“You can touch,” you say. “If you want.”

His fingers hook in the waistband of your underwear so fast it’s almost funny, shaky and eager, like he’s scared you’ll change your mind. You help him slide them down, then press back into his lap, bare now, wet and swollen and hot.

The first touch is electric.

His fingers slip between your folds, slow and shaky, and when he finds your clit you both gasp.

“Holy shit,” he breathes. “You’re—fuck, you’re dripping.”

You bite your lip, rocking against his hand. “You make me like this.”

He kisses you again, deeper, hungrier. His fingers rub tight little circles, then dip lower, teasing your entrance.

“I wanna be inside you,” he whispers. “But I don’t wanna rush. I wanna feel everything.”

“We will,” you promise, kissing him back. “But I wanna make you feel good first.”

He looks up at you, eyes wide. “I’m gonna come if you keep doing this.”

You grin. “That’s the point.”

You reach down, slipping your hand into his sweats. The second your fingers wrap around him, he shudders—eyes fluttering, hips jerking into your palm.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” he moans. “Y/N—please—”

“You’re so big, Jinnie.”

He whimpers again, so pretty, and you stroke him slowly, matching the rhythm of your hips.

You’re both sweating now, breath ragged, moaning into each other’s mouths as you grind and stroke and kiss like you’re starving. You can feel your orgasm building—tight and hot and close.

“I wanna come on your cock,” you whisper. “I wanna feel you inside me.”

He nods like he’s possessed.

“I want that too,” he pants. “Please. Let me—let me fuck you—”

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You pause at the sound of his voice.

Hyunjin’s face is flushed, eyes heavy and glazed with need, hair sticking to his damp forehead. His chest is rising and falling fast, lips parted as he stares up at you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he blinks.

“Say it again,” you whisper, fingers resting against his bare stomach.

His jaw flexes.

“I want to fuck you,” he says again, this time firmer, his voice low and strained, like it’s burning his throat on the way out. “Please. Let me.”

You lean in close, letting your forehead press against his, your noses brushing.

“Then do it.”

He lets out a shaky breath. “I don’t have a condom—”

“I’m on the pill,” you whisper. “And I trust you.”

That’s all it takes.

He moves fast—like something inside him just snaps. His hands slide down to your ass, gripping tight as he lifts you up placing you on one of his tables in the room with surprising strength, mouth crashing onto yours in a bruising kiss. He’s not shy anymore. His body presses into yours, fully, completely, like he’s trying to mold himself against you.

“Tell me if I do too much,” he says, breath hot against your mouth. “Tell me if you want to stop.”

You nod, breathless. “I won’t want to stop.”

He kisses down your chest, licking over your nipples until you’re arching under him, legs falling open on instinct. His hands trail down your stomach, your thighs, until he’s slipping a finger between your folds again, and this time, it’s so much slicker. You’re soaked.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re so wet for me.”

“For you,” you pant, gripping his shoulders. “Only you.”

He groans like he’s in pain, rocking his hips forward just once, grinding his cock against your entrance, dragging the thick head through your folds. The friction makes your whole body tense, hips lifting to chase the sensation.

“Please, Hyunjin,” you whimper. “I need you inside me.”

He presses his forehead to yours.

“Look at me,” he says, voice ragged. “I want to watch your face when I’m inside you.”

You do. You hold his gaze.

And then—slowly, carefully, he pushes inside.

The stretch is dizzying. He’s thick, long, and he goes slow, easing in inch by inch, his jaw clenched tight like he’s trying not to lose control. Your body clenches around him instinctively, and you gasp, your hands flying to his arms.

“F-fuck,” you stammer. “Hyunjin—you're so big—”

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he pants, voice shaking. “I’ll stop. I’ll wait—”

“No,” you gasp. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

He groans, deep and guttural, and finally sinks all the way in.

For a second, you both just breathe. Your bodies flush together, your chest pressed to his, every inch of him filling you perfectly. You feel split open, wrecked, full, but in the best way.

“I’ve wanted this,” he whispers. “For so long.”

You cup his face, pull him into a kiss, and then he starts to move.

The first thrust is slow, testing, dragging his cock out almost all the way before pushing back in deep. You both moan, eyes fluttering shut. His hands are everywhere now, your hips, your waist, your face, like he can’t decide which part of you to hold onto.

The pace builds quickly.

Soft grunts spill from his lips as he fucks into you—deep and rhythmic, grinding with each thrust. He’s still gentle, still careful, but the desperation is bleeding through. His hips slap against yours, the sound obscene in the studio silence, and you can’t stop the way you’re clinging to him—fingers tangled in his hair, thighs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in harder.

“God, you feel—” he chokes on a breath, “you feel so fucking good.”

You tighten around him, intentionally this time, and he gasps.

“Fuck…don’t do that,” he groans. “I’m not gonna last.”

“Then come,” you whisper. “I want you to. Come inside me, Hyunjin.”

He growls, actually growls, and pins your wrists above your head with one hand, the other gripping your hip tight as he starts fucking you harder. Not rough, exactly, but deep, urgent, hungry. Like he needs to bury himself in you and never leave.

Your orgasm builds like a tidal wave, tight and sharp, curling through your spine.

“I’m-fuck…I’m gonna~” you cry out, legs shaking.

“Come,” he gasps. “Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel it.”

And when you do, it rips through you like fire, your whole body seizing, walls fluttering around him as you scream his name. He’s right behind you, cursing under his breath as he thrusts deep one last time, spilling inside you with a loud, broken moan.

You stay like that, panting, trembling, pressed together, for a long moment.

Then he lowers himself gently onto your chest, still inside you, kissing your collarbone.

“...Holy shit,” he whispers.

You laugh, breathy, dazed. “That’s one way to end a sketch session.”

He huffs a laugh too, then kisses your neck, your jaw, your lips.

“I’m never gonna be able to paint you the same again,” he says softly.

You smile.

“Good.”

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The studio is quiet now.

No more breathless gasps, no desperate sounds of skin on skin, just the slow hum of the fan in the corner and the afterglow settling between your bodies like a blanket. You’re lying on the floor with him, tangled together on a half-unrolled canvas drop cloth, skin sticking slightly where your legs are wrapped around his.

Your chest rises and falls slowly. He’s beside you, arm slung around your waist, cheek resting on your shoulder. Still catching his breath.

He hasn’t said much since.

But he hasn’t let go of you, either.

You glance down at him, brushing your fingers through his messy, sweaty hair. “Hey.”

He lifts his head a little, just enough to meet your eyes.

“You okay?” you ask, and the softness in your voice surprises even you. You’re still breathless, still flushed, but the concern is real. You care. Maybe too much.

Hyunjin nods immediately. “Yeah. Yeah—I’m okay. Just…”

He pauses, lips parting, eyes searching yours.

“I don’t want this to mess anything up.”

Your heart clenches.

“Me neither,” you whisper. “But… it doesn’t feel like a mistake, right?”

He shakes his head. “No. Not even close.”

A pause.

Then he reaches beside him and grabs one of his oversized hoodies from the floor, black, soft, probably worn to death. He helps you pull it over your head, careful and gentle like he’s afraid of hurting you. It’s warm, smells like him, and falls way past your thighs.

You watch him quietly as he tugs his own shirt back on.

There’s a faint pink flush still on his cheeks, but his eyes are softer now. Sweeter. He leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m glad it was you,” he says. “If it was ever gonna be anyone, I wanted it to be you.”

Your heart twists, full and aching. You nod.

He walks you to the door like a gentleman, hand at the small of your back. When you step outside into the cool night air, he hesitates.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asks.

You grin. “You better.”

And when you walk away, his hoodie hanging off your body, your thighs still tingling from the hours before,you realize this isn’t just a shift.

It’s a beginning.

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