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Mr Gorgeous

pairing: Lee Minho x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst, crack, tutor Lee know, non-idol!au, college au, best friend Hyunjin, computer nerd Lee know

summary: As a chemical engineer with the biggest aversion to computer science it was nothing short of hell to try and pass the one elective you were forced to take. Things do change for the better when your friend suggests you get tutored by smart and hot Lee Minho. Maybe you'd do a lot more than just pass the subject... 

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a/n: This one is based on the unhinged but cute ideas my friend gives, hopefully, I did justice to that, and to Minho.

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I have extended this universe (but can be read as oneshot ) with the Hyunjin fic Dancing with our Hands Tied

Regret.

That’s the primary emotion you feel right now. Sitting with your hands tugging at your hair in the corner of the computer science lab as you stare at the big blank screen… yet again.

Another ping and you look up to see yet another failure message popping on the screen of your laptop. It wasn’t brand new, or of high value, but this laptop was your lifeline. Not only did it hold all three years' worth of your undergrad life but it also holds the precious drafts of your latest hyper fixation- fanfics based on the forced marriage trope.

The downfall of the laptop itself wasn’t your primary concern now, it was the choices you made that led here. Well, it wasn’t exactly a choice. The course selection system of your uni might say “flexible” but it was anything but. Your mind replays a flashback from two months ago when you were seated in your dorm bed, hands tugging your hair like now, as you stare at the monstrosity that was the computer science elective you were forced to choose for the sake of credits.

Leading you right back to regret.

Just as you're about to break your laptop in a fit of pure frustration you feel a hand on your shoulder. Whipping your head back, with five retorts at the tip of your tongue (but ones that’ll never be said), you find yourself facing one of your closest friends. His feline eyes shone with kindness and his long blonde hair with fringes framing his spectacular face and the crisp white shirt that looks very out of place amongst his rarely-showered peers.

Hyunjin. The infamous dance team captain and the most wanted dude on campus, who somehow ended up as your roommate's dance partner back in freshman year and is now a big part of your gang. He was the reason for whatever little popularity you had on campus.

“Are you alright?”

“Hi yeah, I-I’m fine… I guess…” you sigh, giving up on your hair and point to the screen. “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing and my laptop just gave up on me.”

He gives you a sad smile, not one of pity and you’re grateful for it. “Ahh, the computers have defeated our great y/n I see...” His tone is slightly lighter this time when he speaks. You nod furiously as he settles down on an empty chair next to you. His hand has moved from your shoulder to fidgeting with the armrests.

“Yeah I absolutely hate- no loathe computers. I mean, I fought with my parents to do a chemical engineering degree just because I hate computers for god's sake. All that only to end up here in this damn course and I’ve managed to kill my laptop in the process of installing virtual machines. Actually why the hell do we even need those virtual machines? Isn’t everything that these machines produce essentially virtual… if you do need another device, just get one. Why do you computer science idiots go through all this hassle? I don’t-“, you pause mid-rant to see that he’s got an amused expression and the corners of his lips are lifted up.

“Ugh, please. Don’t laugh at my distress, you cruel man.” You whine and dramatically put your head on the desk in defeat.

"Aye y/n it's okay... I mean it will be..." Hyunjin tries to comfort but you just grunt in response and dig your head deeper into your arms on the desk.

You hear him sigh and shift closer to you.

"Alright, I'll tell you what... class is over now so we will give up for now and go have something to eat and replenish your brain. Then maybe I can tutor you, I am also in the class and I do understand this. Is that ok?"

You look up to see Hyunjin sitting beside you, lips pressed into a thin smile, eyes kind and empathetic. This version of him rarely comes out except with his few friends and you were usually grateful for that. But today you had no brain cells left to feel grateful.

"Yeah, sure! Do you plan on doing that before or during your morning dance practices or evening practice?" Your tone comes out sharp and sarcastic, which catches Hyunjin off guard.

You were almost always sarcastic but it was never more than a harmful joke and you never really lost your temple. In fact, you were very particular about staying silent unless you have something positive or funny to contribute to the conversation.

Hyunjin recovers fast from the shock, "Hey I was just offering... I was being nice. Don't bite my head off!"

You feel apologetic immediately and sigh. "Yeah sorry dude, I guess I need to eat. Are you still up to get lunch together?" You ask with a small smile.

"Yup!" He immediately agrees with a big grin and you begin packing your things.

"Hey, you sure one of your little fangirls and fanboys won't die of jealousy if they see just the two of us having lunch together?" You joke as you both head to the cafeteria.

He just rolls his eyes and both of you laugh it off.

Even though you knew about Hyunjin's popularity, it still feels weird for you to sit and watch almost the entire cafeteria stare in your direction. Rather in his direction. Trying your best to ignore it you continue eating your sales as Hyunjin talks about the latest gossip from the dance team.

Just as he was about to reach the juicy part, Hyunjin sees someone on the other end of the cafe and asks them to join. You whip your head around to see the source of your latest annoyance, ready to hate them in your head, only to find the most gorgeous man you had ever seen walk towards your table.

You've had one too many celebrity crushes in your day but you weren't usually the type to simp for a dude in real life- especially one from your university. Yet you find yourself unable to take your eyes off this guy. He's wearing a simple black T-shirt and a pair of joggers. His headphones are around his neck, and a black backpack hanging on his left shoulder. You watch his shirt cling to his shoulders and the way he keeps his eyes down as he walks. You keep watching as he runs a hand through his hair, messing it up just enough for it to look fluffy and good.

Taylor Swift definitely wrote Gorgeous for this man.

As he nears the table you finally gather all your self-control and turn back to your lunch. You chew on the food slowly and keep playing with the contents in your bowl, painfully aware of every step he takes toward the table.

"Hey Lino!" You hear Hyunjin exclaim as he gets up to hug the other guy.

"Hi Hyunjin." says the other guy- who apparently has a deep, yet soft voice that reminds you of honey melting.

You internally cringe at the weird tingly feeling this guy is making you feel.

You try to block out the conversation the two guys make, desperately hoping you wouldn't have to interact with Mr Gorgeous.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce you both. This is my friend y/n."

You look up at the mention of your name to find Hyunjin and him looking right at you. You smile, hoping the weird thoughts don't translate on your face.

"And y/n, this is Lee Minho. My classmate and dance teammate." Hyunjin says with a fond smile.

"Hey, y/n. Nice to finally meet you," says Mr Gorgeous in his honey-dripping voice as he reaches his hand out to you. You are frozen for a second but recover quickly to take his hands and shake them as you nod. You watch as he immediately takes his hand after a second of contact and clears his throat.

"Nice to meet you too Minho." you finally manage after the handshake that only made the butterflies worse. You pray silently that you don't ever have to speak to Minho again, a crush was not good for your health. Especially not a crush on your friend's very hot dance teammate.

Thankfully Minho almost immediately leaves, stating he has a class to attend and Hyunjin and you bid your byes and return to your lunches.

After a moment's silence, Hyunjin speaks again, "So what do you think about Minho?"

You cough as a lettuce piece gets stuck in your throat at his question and chug half a glass of water.

"Wha- what about him?" You ask in your most normal voice possible.

"I don't know... you tell me." Hyunjin says eyeing you cautiously.

"He's fine I guess." He scoffs. "He's way more than fine and we both know it." He says with a smirk.

"You're just a simp for the mysterious hot dudes who will never go for you."

"Ouch. But yeah. Plus all I can do is simp... he's not really into guys." Hyunjin says with a dramatic frown making you shake your head at his antics.

You were almost relieved when Hyunjin admitted to simping for Minho because then you would shut down the crush because you are a good friend. Every plan to squish this growing crush is backfiring on you now.

As you both finish your lunch and decide to go separate ways, Hyunjin stops in his tracks outside the cafeteria with a bright smile on his face. The face that usually means trouble for anyone involved- which is you currently.

"Oh my god! Y/n I just had the best idea." He practically squeals and you roll your eyes at him.

"I don't believe it will be good but you're gonna say it anyway so spill."

"Well you need a tutor to pass the computer course... and Minho is a top-of-the-class student who passed that subject a semester ago. What if he tutored you?"

Hyunjin looks like he hit the jackpot and your jaw hangs on the floor. Gulping you begin to explain why his idea won't work just as the door opens and out comes the man of the hour himself- Minho.

Hyunjin looks at Minho and his smile grows even wider.

"Lino I was just going to call you. I need a small favour from you."

Minho looks suspiciously between an excited Hyunjin and a horrified you. "Yeah, tell me..."

Hyunjin proceeds to explain the ordeal in great painful detail. He paints a sad picture of you from fighting with your parents about your major to your whining in the lab earlier. All while you plan the detailed and gruesome murder of Hwang Hyunjin in your head.

Even though you are too embarrassed to see Minho's face, curiosity gets the better of you. He seems to be trying his best to follow Hyunjin's rant. His eyebrows perked up and eyes shifted between the two of you. His nose scrunched as he nods continuously.

"So what do you think of my genius idea huh?" Hyunjin asks Minho as he smiles widely at you both.

"Ermm... ", Minho looks between you and Hyunjin looking positively confused. "I think I can do it yeah." He says in his honey-melting crush-heightening voice and nods at you.

All you can do is force a hopefully normal smile on your face as Hyunjin celebrates his 'victory'. You shoot Minho an apologetic look as Hyunjin forces you both to exchange numbers and discuss the tutoring schedule- every Monday evening at the library.

"See you on Monday y/n." He says with a soft smile as he hoists his bag up higher on his shoulder and walks away after saying his byes to Hyunjin.

There is no death for the crush now.

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The Monday could not have come slower. Although it was only three days from meeting Minho it felt like the longest days of your life. To make matters worst, Hyunjin and Yeji, your roommate, could not stop talking about Minho.

Turns out he didn’t spurt out of nowhere since Thursday, he was fondly called Lino by the dance team. You’d previously heard Hyunjin and Yeji talk for hours together about the “brilliant” dancer that “Lino” was. But you’d also heard Yeji mock Hyunjin for constantly getting bullied by him. The stories that you had always laughed your heart out to because mostly Hyunjin did deserve it. But now those stories do nothing but increase your anxiety as you walk slowly towards the campus library to meet your gorgeous dancer-nerd tutor.

What if he bullies you too? Or worse what if you embarrass yourself in front of Mr Gorgeous!

You groan as you step into the library, searching along rows of students absorbed in their own world before spotting him. He was wearing another plain black shirt, hair messed up in sweeps framing the side of his face, and a thin framed glass perched on his face. His little nose scrunched up as he was concentrating on his laptop, the headphones on his head.

Why does this man make you weak over the bare minimum!

“Hey Minho”, you greet as you reach the table he’s sat at, settling down across the table from him.

He looks up removing his headphones and smiles at you, nodding in acknowledgment.

Both of you walk around on eggshells for the first few minutes, him understanding how much knowledge you have in the subject- he almost looks disappointed on hearing the answer be ‘nothing’. Eventually, you both developed a plan and he began explaining from the basics. Although you had a very hard time concentrating initially, especially when his eyes got all dark and focused, as he bit his lip whenever you messed up and explained in that calm soothing voice of his. But eventually, you started finding it easier to learn when he taught you in parts, giving examples and helping you take notes.

The hour passed by much too quickly for your liking but a part of you was relieved to be out of his strong gaze. He had given you some pointers and tasks to do over the week to help speed the process to pass the finals approaching in two months.

The following weeks go smoothly, Mondays becoming your favourite and most exciting day of the week- adulting really was sad. You saw Minho relaxing with every session, the third session he even started teasing you about your mistakes. He would let out a little “hehe”, smile brightly as his eyes lit up and shake his head as he says, “No that’s not how you run this. It’s a different coding language so the rules change.”

He never raised his voice or lost his cool. While you were constantly groaning or huffing in irritation at the irrational rules of computer science. You constantly explained to him that you weren’t an entire novice to coding but the concepts of operating systems and databases simply did not make sense. He would constantly assure you that this was hard for computer science majors and that you had not much to worry about. Eventually, the one-hour sessions became longer as you both sit back and talk about random topics during "breaks". He even suggested an additional session to "help speed the process", which made your stomach drop in an odd way (not because your crush kept exponentially growing in the last six weeks).

That’s how you find yourself in the library on a Thursday afternoon, coming to the library hours prior to your session with Minho. Trying your best to understand the concept you both were supposed to go over so that you didn’t look too dumb and also because your finals is approaching in two weeks. You used to be the topper in school, and you even managed to stay in the top 10 in your department but none of that worked here. It definitely didn’t help to learn that Minho was an extremely talented all-rounder.

In the last six weeks, you might’ve slipped into a couple or almost all of the dance team’s practice sessions pretending to care about Hyunjin and Yeji (both of whom were surprised to find you there for the first time in three years).

Minho danced as gracefully as a swan while emitting the most powerful aura on stage. You had seen the dance team’s performances before to support your friends but you hadn’t really noticed anyone except those two till now. But now you could not take your eyes off Minho even when you heard the team and other audiences praise how amazing Hyunjin and Yeji were.

You shake your head to prevent yourself from getting distracted by Minho’s tantalising steps from the previous day’s rehearsal. All of this did nothing but feed the monster of a crush you were fostering inside. She was so strong now that calling it a crush felt wrong. You were down bad. But that is a problem for another time, you needed to learn this concept before Minho gets there in half an hour.

You’re not sure how long it has been since you started hyper focusing on the topic but you are brought out of your reverie by Minho’s rich voice.

“Hey y/n.” He sounds cheerful and there’s a cute smile on his face which makes the monster butterflies immediately rise up in your stomach.

“Hello.” You smile back as he settles in the seat next to you. This was another suggestion from Minho since the third week to "help correct your mistakes better", little did he know it only made you more prone to mistakes with him so close to you. You noticed that he was wearing his white hoodie and grey joggers- which you know now is his dance practice attire, and his hair is all tousled and messy. His cheeks are flushed from the practice and he is slightly out of breath as he takes his laptop out and settles down.

“You’ve already started this topic huh. Good to see you working so hard. ” He says with a genuine smile nodding towards your laptop. You smile coyly, stomach doing a little flip at the compliment (it never gets old).

“Ah, nothing like that. Just had time to kill. Thought I’d try to catch up so that I’m not entirely clueless for today.” He nods and looks at you for a second longer than usual. Just as you think he’s going to turn to his laptop and start the session he leans towards you and brushes a strand of your hair behind your ears. Time comes to a standstill as you process what just happened. When you recover from the tingle his touch had left on your cheek and behind your ear, you realise that he has gone to his work.

“Let’s start?” He enquired looking innocent and all you can do is nod. Your heart is still beating fast as you try your best to follow everything Minho is saying. Every time you got your heart to calm down he would turn to look at you from behind his glasses, a serious expression on his face which was way too close to yours for your brain to work.

When you start working on the code he leans between you and your laptop to point at the code on the farthest end of the screen from him. His face is extremely close to yours as you do everything to remain normal- on the outside.

Eventually, the session comes to an end and you slump back in your chair sighing as you catch your breath and look at Minho. He is on his phone smiling every now and then and your hearts drops as anxiety clouds your head. Not that you had any intentions of taking any action about your crush… but still the heart wants what it wants. He turns to you as he puts his phone down and removes his glasses.

“How come you had free time today, before our session? I thought you had a full schedule on Thursdays?” He enquires and pushes his smooth fluffy hair out of his face.

You have two thoughts in your brain at this point- a) why did he have to be that gorgeous, and b) did he remember when you told him about your schedule the first time you both met.

You straighten up as you answer. “Erm… yeah no my lab got cancelled. Prof has been sick for a week now so I was free.”

“Is that why you seem to be having a lot of free time lately?” His question comes out more as a comment as he gives you a smirk.

“Uh what do you mean?”

He runs his hand through his hair again.

“Nothing just been seeing you around during practice a lot recently… that’s why.” He almost looks shy as he says it, but the smirk stays put on his face.

You feels your cheeks and neck heat up and do your best to not look like a deer caught in headlights.

You let out a small fake laugh. “Ah, that… I was just supporting Hyunjin. And Yeji too, she’s my roommate you know?” You ask hoping he’d shift the topic to them instead.

He leans back on the side of his chair eyeing you with the smirk still in its place. “Yeah I know. I’ve known for three years.” Your eyes widen naturally at this new information. “Which is why I was surprised to see you there now after all these years. You don’t usually come to practice sessions.” He says calmly.

There are too many questions in your head but you choose to ignore anything that gives you even a sliver of hope. You straighten more hoping the stature makes you look at least slightly intimidating. Which, judging by the even bigger smirk on Minho’s face didn’t work.

“I- I came because Yeji and Hyunjin were nervous about their solos.”

His expression is straight-up cocky. “Oh is that why you were staring at me the whole time?”

His words might’ve affected you so much that you were embarrassed but you weren’t going to feed into his ego.

“Seems like you need a new prescription for your eyes.” You pick up your things, start to walk away from the table and pause to give him a sarcastic smile.

"Also seems like you were the one who was seeing me instead of focusing on your practice."

You walk away hoping to save some face before you feel his hold on your wrist. His hands are rough and he holds you just tight enough to stop you but not hurt you.

“Y/n I was just teasing… sorry if I crossed a line.” He sounds so soft and timid that you whip your head around to see him standing behind you with big eyes and a small pout. You sigh and smile at him.

“I know… I was too. Don’t worry abt it, Mr Tutor.” You try to lighten the mood by lightly tapping his shoulder and see him shudder slightly.

“I do like seeing you in practices.” He admits in a low voice, a shy smile on his face.

You are just a melted goo of a human on the inside. The smile on your face comes naturally but for once, you don’t feel the need to hide it. Minho made you lose your guard way too much but even then today was way out of either of your usual zones. For the rest of the night, you are a mess of nerves and excitement. Yeji doesn’t question it anymore.

Two days later, you arrive at the auditorium of your uni with the two other friends of your gang- Jeongin and Yuna. As you three settle down in one of the middle rows, for which you almost fought off a junior, you are giddy with excitement to see Minho perform. And Hyunjin and Yeji of course.

You had tried to go to the dress rehearsal the previous day, catching the last few minutes of the performance and it was safe to say that the performance was going to be a hit. This time you didn’t try to sneak around, instead you waited after rehearsal and walked back with Minho, Hyunjin and Yeji. The vibe between Minho and you had shifted since that evening, he had texted you memes twice the next day and the previous evening, you both had walked close enough for your shoulders to brush while laughing about baseless things. If Hyunjin and Yeji noticed, they didn’t say anything and even gave the two of you some space by racing each other. For all the grace they both had on stage, they were complete idiots.

Your heart starts beating faster as the performance begins and you watch in a daze the whole time. All of them killed it from start to end. You were almost emotional watching Yeji and Hyunjin shine bright during their solos. Minho was on fire throughout the whole performance and you thought you dreamt of him looking at you during his solo- which was practically too hot for you to physically handle.

Once the performance is over, Jeongin, Yuna and you walk over to the green room to meet your amazing friends. You run over to congratulate your friends and even manage a small "nice performance" for the other members. The entire green room is filled with members of the dance team and their friends, all shouting and laughing. Amongst the chaos and happiness in your friend group, you can't help but look around for Minho. Catching your eye Hyunjin tugs at your shoulder signalling you to lean in as he says, "Go to the backside of the auditorium."

You look at him confused for a second before he gives a pointed side-eye that says "Don't act like you don't understand". You give a shy smile thanking him and inform Yeji that you'll be back and quietly slip out through the back door of the auditorium as Hyunjin told you to. Once you close the door behind you, a cool gush of wind makes you rub your shoulders for warmth as the green room's ruckus dies into the evening's silence. You look around for him and see a silhouette standing at the right edge leaning on the railing and looking out at the campus gardens.

Taking a deep breath you slowly approach him. As if sensing your presence, he whips his head around.

"Y/N." He says softly and you walk closer to see his left hand stretched out. You freeze in your spot, five steps away from him, gaping at the hand. He sees your confusion, smiles, walks toward you, and grabs your right hand. You stand there watching him and feel your feet move on their own as he helps you stand beside him facing the gardens, hands still interlaced. Your brain seems to short-circuit as you just stand there, still as a statue, hyperaware of his touch and the tingles it left in your body.

After what feels like a minute or an eternity, you are no longer aware of worldly concepts like time, he clears his throat and you see him angle his body toward you from the corner of your eyes. This brings you back to reality and you turn your face toward him and see how gorgeous he looks under the moonlight, hair all messed up, his shirt still clinging from the sweat due to the performance and lips spread into a soft smile.

"Hi." He says with an expectant smile on his face.

"Hey," you hear your own voice sound distant and breathless. It would be embarrassing how weak you were from this boy if you didn't know that he deserved all the love and attention in the world.

"So... you really didn't want to see me perform I guess." His tone is playful and there's a smirk on his face.

"Wha- What no... I did want to see you perform."

"Then you just didn't like it I guess. Tsk tsk." He mockingly shakes his side to side as the girn grows wider on his face. Your face heats up in embarrassment and you thank god that the only light around the place is hitting on his face and not yours.

"I never said that." You say in a low shy voice (again, borderline embarrassing).

"You didn't say anything good about the performance either. At least to me." He pauses and looks at you before turning to the garden again, "I heard you throwing compliments around like confetti inside,, to your friends."

You immediately feel your stomach drop in guilt and very little excitement (The Minho wanted your validation!!).

"Oh. Oh no, I- I didn't mean to... It's just," you take a small breath as he turns to face you again with an eager expression, "I can't really think right now with you holding my hand and looking all gorgeous and hot, and I keep thinking back to your moves on stage which were straight up sinful Minho." The words come out before you can process it and your eyes widen as you realise what you said and see that Minho's smirk has grown exponentially smug before he breaks into soft laughter.

You silently groan putting your head down on the railing. Minho stops laughing and tugs at your hand which makes you slightly face him. "Hey, don't be embarrassed." He says with that soft, kind voice of his.

"Easy for you to say." You mumble as you look at your hands, one still intertwined in his. He uses his other hand to lift your chin up to face him, you swear you can hear your heartbeat as loudly as a gunshot fired into the dead of the night. His eyes are soft, a twinkle in them, and he has the prettiest smile on his face as he takes in your face.

"I still want a proper compliment Gorgeous." He says and you choke on empty air at the term of endearment (the irony rather). He lets out a chuckle at that and raises his eyebrows for you to go on as he holds your other hand in his. "Can you even breathe right now?" He jokes and you snap out of the daze.

"Jerk," you say pulling your hands from his, turning away with a huff.

"Y/N... come oonnn..." He whines and you involuntarily laugh and turn to see him pouting (lost track of all the embarrassing things you do for him at this point). "Pleaasseeeee", he says with the cutest pout and puppy-dog eyes.

You sigh. "Well, you did amazing." The pout is intact on his face, indicating he wants to hear more. "I- I couldn't take my eyes off you the whole time. I saw Hyunjin and Yeji only during their solos." You admit sheepishly. You are still not sure where all this sudden courage is coming from. You are not the most vulnerable or soft person, in fact, your friends constantly teased you for being nonchalant and tactful during most situations. Lee Minho was going to be the death of you.

He straightens at the admission from you, eyes widening and jaw opening in surprise. A smirk plays up on your face at the opportunity to see him lose his cool.

"Have you forgotten your manners or are you too flustered to say thanks?" You tease not letting the opportunity go to waste. His demeanour changes and the shyness on his face is replaced by something darker, like trouble. He slowly walks towards you, like a cat prancing towards its meal, and you take a step back till you are flush against the railing as he keeps walking closer. You think your heart will fail if he keeps doing it. He stops an inch from your face, placing both his palms on either side of you on the railing.

"Let's see who is too flustered now..." His voice is deep and gravelly. You gulp and stare at his face, not having the courage to do anything else. He starts leaning towards your face, his eyes momentarily drift to your lips and god help your poor soul.

"Min-Minho.. wha-what are y-you doing?"

Your voice breaks and his lip tilts slightly before he speaks, "Can I kiss you?" His voice has gone an octave deeper and your heart skips several beats. All you can manage is a small nod in approval and he shakes his head. "Say it, Gorgeous."

Jesus this man is out to kill you.

"Ye-yes." The word leaves your mouth more like a question but the smirk on his face tells you he is satisfied. He leans in more, your lips almost connecting and you close your eyes waiting for his lips to touch yours. One beat, two beats, three beats and the effect never comes. You open your eyes in confusion to see Minho has moved a little back, with the proudest smile on his face.

Before you can begin to voice out your confusion he speaks. "I will kiss you...", you're still confused, "Only if you pass your finals."

"Huh?" That's all you can think and say.

"I said what I said."

"What does that even mean? Why did you ask to kiss me and then not do it... are you crazy! I swear to god if this is some sick joke to you, I will murder you Lee Minho." You are fuming, your face is burning up and you're embarrassed.

"I- no no you've got it wrong. I'm sorry I didn't mean to... I was teasing. Its... I have wanted to do this for a while now... but I thought maybe you don't really like me or... God!" He groans and runs a hand through his hair.

"What do you mean?"

He turns around to look at you, eyes wide and his hand fidgets in nervousness.

"Y/n I- I like you... I have for a while. I saw you during a freshman-year party as you came to help a very drunk Hyunjin. I thought you were his girlfriend for an entire year because you both were very close so I kept my distance. Last year I got to know that you both were just friends and really wanted to get to know you."

He stops and sighs, he positively looks scared and tired. You feel bad but your own confusion and insecurity clouds your mind.

"Then why didn't you?"

He looks straight into your eye and lets out a scoff.

"Did you even know me until two months back?"

All you can do is stare back because you are guilty. Even you had been asking yourself how you had never noticed Minho in all the times you've hung out with the dance team after performances. You had even known Chan, the team leader back when you were freshmen. But somehow missed the one person you seem to care about right now.

"That's what I thought." He looks dejected. You really want to hug him, which is surprising considering you don't even like hugs usually.

So you walk up to him, closing the gap between the two of you in three steps and wrap your arms around his waist and feel him freeze. Your head reaches near his shoulder, and you lean into it because there is some unbridled courage in you that you are not about to waste. After a beat or two you feel his arms wrap around your waist and you wait for the butterflies and nerves but instead, you feel your heartbeat slow down. It feels... comfortable.

"I'm sorry. I am not exactly the most observant person. Especially around the dance team because I am way too in awe and kinda scared. I don't think I would've been friends with Yeji and Hyunjin if I had not met them outside of the team. But after the last two months, I don't even understand how I missed you. Especially with how you dance and not to forget that smart brain of yours. But yeah... I'm sorry" The words fall out of your mouth on their own but it feels right.

"Not your fault. I did keep myself very much out of the limelight because I was... I don't know, maybe scared of rejection. But yeah, wish I'd spoken to you earlier." You can feel his words. You also feel his heartbeat slow down.

"I don't regret anything that happened though." His voice sounds a lot lighter this time.

"Neither do I."

You slightly pull back to see his face and try to get out of the embrace but he holds onto you tight. An involuntary smile creeps up your face.

"So... what happens now?"

He thinks for a second and a glint forms in his eyes.

"What do you want to happen?"

You like this.

"Three things. I want you to continue tutoring me. I also want to be your girlfriend and... I need you to kiss me now." You see him start to speak and continue before he can. "If you say you won't do that until I pass, I swear to god Lee Minho, I will never let you talk to me or touch me ever again." His whole face goes into a pout and it makes you regret your own condition because it seems impossible to stay away from this guy- in any capacity.

"Then I guess I'll just have to kiss you until you pass and then reward you with more kisses after that."

He is grinning ear to ear, looking all cute and radiant. You're sure your also grinning equally widely. You nod your head fiercly and he chuckles with his head thrown back (Gorgeous, as always). He slowly leans in and your eyes close shut.

This time you feel his lips on you, soft and firm. You had thought about this moment far too much but nothing came close to the real thing. The kiss felt perfect, delicate but assured and blissful. It felt like all of the universe had frozen in place and only the two of you existed in this endless bliss.

That is until you heard hoots from somewhere and reluctantly break the kiss to see all of the dance team and your friends cheering on for both of you.

"Neither of us was subtle huh?" You joke.

"Oh please, I was so subtle I practically melted into the background for a year." You playfully hit his chest as he laughs and waves off the hooligans cheering on.

"Ugh, it's gonna be so much harder to keep my hands off you during tutoring sessions now." He groans and you can't help but blush and let out a content laugh.

Maybe the computer science elective was a good decision after all.

[soolh1k]

Skz ghosting you !

notes: it's my first time trying to post this type of content, english is not my first language so apologies for any misspelling or grammar. i hope u like it !! :)))

type: text post | narrated text

genre: angst w no fluff

WARNINGS: swearing, a little bit angsty, let me know if you'd like me to tag u :)

Hyung line pt 2 | Maknae line

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༊ Christopher Bang

dating chan was not easy, the job he has keeps him busy all the time but at the end of the day, he is doing what he loves, so you are happy no matter what, because you love him.

however, it was not the first time that he ghosted you, since he was always busy, he rarely checked his phone and it didn't bother you because you understood it, but little by little that attitude tired you out, no matter how much love him, he was not going to change.

as much as it hurt you, you had to get out of there, not only from the place where you lived together but from that relationship, it was destroying you. You packed up your things, your memories, your feelings and you left that place towards nowhere, thinking that you would feel better but it didn't.

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༊ Lee Minho

more than angry, you're worried about Minho, it's been 9 days since he ghosted you. you didn't want to bother any of the boys by asking them because you felt it would be a burden.

dealing with minho's attitude was complicated, and you knew it from the beginning but that was one of the thousands reasons why you fell in love with him. Despite the fact that the ghosting has bothered you a little (a lot), you know that things can be solved but there must a clear communication, something that for the moment doesn't exist.

you would have to find a way to be able to talk to him, and at this point you weren't even thinking of giving up, you're going to talk about it, you're going to work things out and after that you'd be mad at him for being a bastard.

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༊ Seo Changbin

this had never happened and you didn't expect it to happen either, you were very confused because you didn't know if Changbin was upset with you or why he ghosted, but you felt devastated.

you, being a very clever person, made you look ay the smallest details, therefore you didn't find any clues in the last days as to why he has ghosted you.

the only thing you knew is that it was horrible. those days without him were like hell, but you were afraid to text him again, maybe he would get more upset or what if he broke up with you.

you couldn't stop thinking about the odds, leading to misery.

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༊ Hwang Hyunjin

yes, you know how dramatic this dumbass can be, but nothing really had happened in previous days for he to be acting this way. that was very strange, because when something bothered hyun, he tried to talk about it with you, he always considered that communication is the key point of a relationship.

ironic, isn't it? right now he was ghosting you, for no reason and that made you angry, you just wanted to have a good time with your boyfriend but apparently he was not willing to give you his time.

you didn't know whether to look for him, ignore him too or simply break up with him, even though it didn't seem very convenient, you love him and you would continue loving him for a long time, so you simply decided to wait for him to do something and get you back, and if he didn't, you would give up that beautiful relationship.

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[yuna542]

Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 16<-

Part 17

Pairing: Felix x reader; Hyunjin x reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: 18+, Under 18 DNI!, Smut, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, oral (m receiving), thigh riding, pet names

Word Count: 2.5k

Note: A little bit of Hyunlix to spice up your day. Hope you like it! <3

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

A pleasant smell surrounded you like a cozy mist and pulled you back to sleep again. It reminded you of a warm summer day with notes of lemon and citrus. Images of fresh fruits, orange blossoms, and sea sounds automatically appeared in your head.

When you manageed to slowly open your eyes you found yourself in Chans Studio, something warm and really good smelling beneath you.

The first thing you could sense were the clicking sounds of the computer keyboard, that you heard a lot around the boys. Even if your vision was still blurry, you could see Chan sitting at his computer from behind with big headphones on. Just like Changbin across the room.

Then you realised that the comfortable pillow beneath you moved and suddenly your eyes found Felix pretty face, who has wrapped both arms tightly around your upper body and looked at you dreamily with his beautiful eyes.

"Hey"

His deep voice sent a quiver through your body and overwhelmed you just could blink at him. He smiled softly and brushed a strand of hair out of your face. His other hand rested on your hip, while you lay between his legs, your head on his chest.

"What happened?", you asked sleepy and you couldn't get up. Felix' body heat and his mere presence kept you pressed tightly against him.

"You fell asleep on me while working and I didn't want you to wake up."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, sweetheart. You looked actually adorable, right Chan?"

Chan turned in his seat and smiled brightly at the two of you.

"Yes babe. You two looked too cute snuggled up against each other."

Your cheeks got immediately pink and you hid your face in the crook of Felix neck. His fingers traced slowly up your spine and you snuggled even closer to his chest. As you looked up, you could see his beautiful freckles and his cute smile, while he watched you like he has never seen anything more beautiful.

"Do you know, that your eyes look like jewels?", he asked suddenly and you couldn't help but smile. It sounded like a serious question and the way he drew his eyebrows together, you could tell he meant it honestly.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are the cutest person in the world?", you replied and enjoyed how his fingers roamed under your top over your ribs up to the edge of your bra.

"Ay I heard that!", Changbin shouted from his place, but as you looked at him, you saw a warm smile on his face.

Felix blushed and tried to avoid your gaze. At that moment you realised that he didn't even know how much he actually meant to you. That he constantly gave you strength and reliability. He was more caring and loving than anyone in your life before and brightened your day every time just with a smile or small gestures.

"Lixie, please look at me!", you whispered carefully and his eyes wandered around your face, like he was afraid to drive you away.

"Don't say such things to me...,” he said softly.

"Why?"

"Because I don't deserve someone as kind and beauti..."

Before he could finish the sentence, you had pressed your lips to his. His hands flew to your sides and he froze in shock before slowly moving his lips against yours. He tasted like honey and freshly ripened peaches. Like a sunset at the sea.

He pulled you even closer and deepened the kiss. Slowly he entered your mouth with his tongue and your whole body just felt warm and secure in his arms.

The kiss was hungry and eager, you used more pressure than necessary as you licked into his mouth like you wanted to devour him. The low moan he let out only seemed to spur you on.

It lasted forever and you still couldn’t let go of each other. Like two addicts you were glued together, kissing and your body curved perfectly into his. Your tongues explore each other's mouths, and his touch sent little surges of electricity through your body wherever his fingers touched your bare skin. His hands pushed your top up to touch your skin all over your back and stomach, until he slipped his fingers under the fabric of your bra.

Your heart pounded like a drum and you got dizzy just by his smell.

That's when you got an idea of how you could show Felix all that he deserved. With a glance at Chan and Changbin, you made sure they were engrossed in their work. Both of them had loud music on their ears by now and couldn't hear a thing. So you pushed Felix's shirt up and looked at his defined abs. The mere sight of his seductive upper body sent heat between your legs and you were eager to finally be able to feel what had been pressing hard against your lower abdomen all along.

Small gasps escaped him as you began to kiss his abs and run your tongue over his warm skin. His stomach muscles automatically tensed under your touch and his cute little noises only encouraged you.

Agonisingly slow you stroked your fingertips over his ribs, along his sides and over the waistband of his jeans. To tease him a little, you drove your hands into his waistband and gave a little pressure with your chest on his growing bulge.

Felix watched you stunned and had to restrain himself from pressing his hips against you.

"What are you doing?", he asked breathlessly, and could only stare at you sitting between his legs with those big eyes and seductive lips.

"Relax, Lixie. I want to make you feel good."

Meanwhile the poor boy was just melting into the couch. Your hands slid over his thighs and he couldn't believe it was really happening. Almost every night he dreamed of you. Especially of your full lips, which he could look at for hours and imagined countless times, wrapped around his dick

"The hyungs are here, we can't...", he whispered to you again.

"We can't what, Felix?", you whispered back innocently, your thumb now rubbing circles near his bulge.

"Isn't that what you wanted, Lix?"

He whimpered quietly, as you licked your lips in excitement. You were moving your thumb in circles, so that it was only slightly touching the now awfully large tent in his pants.

He nodded with gritted teeth.

Then you suddenly pulled away giving him a smirk while opening the buttons and tugging on the waistband of his jeans, pulling them down with his underwear.

The definition of above-average length jumped free and you never saw such a beautiful dick. Of course it was. Everything about Felix was beautiful.

Almost in pain, he pressed the back of his hand to his mouth to keep from moaning loudly as you wrapped your fingers around his member. You slowly started stroking him and he looked like a fallen angel with the desperate expression on his face.

He gasped as you gripped a little tighter. You licked the bit of precum from the tip and he groaned again and his deep voice vibrated in his belly. Then, you made slight tooth contact with his skin, before you wrapped your lips tightly around his length. The more he whimpered and moaned the more you intensively moved your head along his length.

He gently brushed a strand of hair from your forehead as you sucked him off, before he gave in and reached into your hair to press you harder onto his dick.

He could no longer hide how much your mouth and the little gags turned him on and he buckled his hip against your face, relentlessly pushing his throbbing dick down your throat, until tears spilled form the corners of your eyes.

"Fuck... Your mouth feels so amazing...", he growled as deep, as you have never heard from him. He looked down at you and fucked into your mouth, much less gentle than you knew him to be. This dominant side of him, excited you as well and so you bobbed your head faster around his throbbing cock, until he reached the back of your throat.

Messy wet sounds came from your mouth and he was close. Your saliva has coated his length from base to tip, making your mouth glide over him smoothly. You felt his body tense, although he really tried holding back and savor every second of your seductive warm mouth. You sucked even harder and it punched out a strangled moan from him as you massaged his length with your tongue.

"So pretty”, he moaned, as he was thrusting harder into your mouth, holding a rough grip of your hair. You could feel yourself getting wet while he was fucking into your throat. You were incredibly turned on, but you ignored it. This wasn't about you and the fact that Hyunjin still had your panties made it worse.

As you gagged around him, his breathing became more raspy and he began twitching inside your mouth.

"You're so good for me... Can I come into your mouth, angel?", he asked panting and you nodded quickly.

With a snap of his hips he pushed you onto his dick once more and came into your throat with a desperate whimper. You swallowed it all and clawed at his thigh until he let go of you and you could catch your breath.

He pulled you up to him again and kissed you passionately. You could feel his rapid heartbeat with your hands on his chest, melting in his arms. This time his hands were faster on your ass, kneading it greedily. He rubbed his still semi-hard dick between your thighs, putting direct pressure on your bare clit, making you sigh softly.

“No panties?”, he asked with raised eyebrows and started rubbing his dick between your thighs, directly onto your clit.

“Lix, please. Need to feel you”, you whimpered and pressed your forehead to his neck, as he buckled his hips further between your thighs. You wanted him inside you so bad and without any panties on, it would be easy to just slip his dick inside your soaking cunt.

"Just to be clear: If you fuck on my couch, you clean up afterwards too!"

Chan's voice teared you out of your own world and you two looked at him with red cheeks and heavy breathing. Felix quickly pulled his pants back up and didn't dare to look at the leader.

While you and Chan grinned slightly at each other, Felix buried his face in your neck and whined embarrassed:

"How did you even notice?"

Changbin crossed his arms behind his head and said:

"Computer screens reflect, Yongbok... And your desperate whining could not be overheard."

So they had seen everything, how you made him a mess just with your sweet mouth and almost fucking you. Felix's face turned red up to his ears and he would have loved to sink into the ground.

But Chan and Changbin looked at each other like proud big brothers.

Randomly you read the time on Chan's laptop.

"Shit how long did I sleep?"

"Maybe an hour?", Changbin answered.

"Fuck!", you shouted and jumped up, fixing your skirt.

"Lee Know has a photoshoot in an hour. Wasn't he here?"

"Not yet. He wanted to discuss the choreography for the last song first. I think he is still with Hyunjin and the choreographer at the practice room”, Chan said and you quickly gave Felix one last kiss before running through the door.

In the practice room, Minho was hard at work with the choreographer and you wanted to sit down on the couch next to Hyunjin to wait for him.

With a grin, Hyunjin pulled you onto his lap and you sucked in a sharp breath as the fabric of his jeans rubbed against your bare and already sensitive pussy.

You glanced briefly at the others, but they were completely distracted and busy going over the choreography. Even so, the staff knew you were close. Even the guys would often sit on each other's laps or cuddle. That was perfectly normal for everyone around.

What wasn't normal was that your already aroused cunt was now pressed right up against his thigh. He put an arm around your waist to hold you close and whispered in your ear:

"I can feel you even through my pants.”

Then he slowly began to bob his leg and a gasp escaped you that was fortunately swallowed by the music. His thigh muscles tensed under you and he held your hip tightly.

Eagerly you began to move your hips slightly, enjoying the friction on your naked pussy and trying to get rid of the arousal that Felix triggered.

"Just take what you need, princess”, he murmured seductively and you bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning.

With one last glance at the other two, who however didn't glance in your direction but were busy with themselves and their notes, you began to ride his thigh, panting softly as you did so.

He started to kiss your neck, roughly fondling your breasts and rubbing and pinching your nipples through your clothing, making you whimper. His hands found there place onto your breasts as your hips rutted against his thigh. He could begin to feel your slick dampen his pants and it brought another smile onto his face.

"Does that feel good, princess?"

You nodded and your breath started to speed up as you humped Hyunjin's thigh faster and faster and he sucked in your skin between his teeth, worshipping your breasts and grabbing and groping all over your body.

But suddenly Lee Know raised his eyes and fixed you both with a sharp expression on his face.

But this only spurred you on even more. He quickly engaged the choreographer in conversation and made sure he didn't turn around.

Nevertheless you continued to ride his friends thigh. Hyunjin cleched and jiggled his leg just to see your reaction. He noticed how you shivered and lightly wrapped his hand around your throat, which he knew you adored.

While looking Minho directly in the eyes, he began to rub your clit with his fingers under your skirt and you tensed on his lap.

Minho found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the conversation and he tried not to look at you too often, but the way you rode Hyunjin's thigh and your needy expression made it hard for him.

"Jinnie, I'm close”, you whimpered and rolled your hips even rougher against his leg.

"Come for me, pretty girl”, he whispered, tightening his grip around your neck and there you came with a naughty moan.

"Oh fuck... Thank you”, you gasped and leaned against his chest as you came down from your high.

He wrapped both arms tightly around your stomach and rested his chin on your shoulder.

"You can thank me soon enough, but now you should take care of Minho. I think he’s a bit jealous”, he said with a mocking smile at Lee Know, pressing a kiss to your collarbone and it was obvious that he was right.

You stood up and waited at the door until Minho was ready. Unfortunately you had to leave if you wanted to get to the photo-shooting on time.

Finally Lee Know came over to you and Hyunjin engaged the choreographer directly in another conversation.

Only you seemed to notice the wet spot on his pants, and as you stepped out into the hallway together, you had to smile, when you only heard Minho mutter:

"You are both maniacs.”

->Part 18

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[askingunesi]

"You are the only thing that's clear in my blurred vision..."

[mazeinthemiroh]

skz reaction to there s/o have lots of tattoos (fluff pls) 🫶💕

stray kids reaction to their s/o having tattoos

genre: fluff

warnings: none

please like and reblog if you enjoy <33

bangchan

he would LOVE your tattoos. will spend forever and ever tracing his fingers of tattooed skin with a sparkle of admiration glimmering in his eye, a fond smile on his face. it's as if each day he's seeing them for the very first time, finding something new to appreciate about the way they look. in short, he lives them very much <3

minho

if you haven't gotten a cat tattoo he will express his deep and earnest disappointment. because... he just be like that. but seriously, he loves your tattoos. likes it when you show them off too instead of covering them up. he wants them to be ✨free✨, yk? finds himself staring at them and then denying it if you catch him out on it. he just thinks they're hella pretty!

changbin

it's the times when you're working out with him and your tattoos are on full display that he just melts inside. usually it wouldn't phase him but damn seeing you like this makes his mind wander to other things... thinks your tattoos are really sexy and will tell you every day without fail. with love a consistent king 🙌

hyunjin

he likes tattoos. admires them like pieces of artwork. because that's what they are to him. on your skin, they are art. he loves the freedom of expression and the different mediums of expressing oneself. the fact you found that through your tattoos makes him love and admire you even more. he likes knowing why you got them. the stories behind them. the deep meanings. everything.

han

thinks your look cool and badass and hot and loves your tattoos so much EEEEEEEEEE. you make him wanna get a tattoo so badly (he's kind of a wimp tho so it will take a lot of persuading and reassurance). just loves the way your tattoos look and tends to stare at them when he phases out and goes into a little daze. you let him look because, ay, what's the harm?

felix

before yall started dating, he was super intimidated and super attracted to you all at once. you're definitely the type he would want to get to know. and now that he had you? he can't help but tell you how awesome and cool he thinks your tattoos are. he wants to know why you get them and if you were going to get any more. may even give you some ideas for your next one!

seungmin

loves to absent-mindedly traces his fingertips along the designs of your tattoos when you guys are cuddled up to each other, staring at them, looking deep in thought. if you question him he will reply with a 'huh?', not even raising his head as he continues to stroke your designs. just loves how they look against your skin.

jeongin

definitely the type to get matching tattoos. like, that's just his thing. he has to. you like tattoos. and he likes you. it's a win-win situation! he thinks your tattoos are cool and pretty and wants to join in on the fun himself. he appreciates them as being a sort of... fashion statement, in a way. a definite way to express yourselves.

[seungbinbin]

stray kids interacting with their hispanic s/o’s family

i had to take a trip back home and now that i’m here i’ve been thinking about how skz would be around a hispanic family so…here’s this!

chan who already looked up how to greet people and how to show respect in a hispanic household

chan who finds a way to understand your abuela’s instructions on how to set the table, even when it’s all in spanish

chan who will laugh and smile and entertain all your primos and primas that want to learn korean words or ask about his accent

chan who is quick to make friends with your mom, and promises to come around more often for a cafecito in the morning

minho who will dance with you even if he doesn’t know the song playing

minho who will try his best to keep up with the quick merengue beat playing loudly from the speakers

minho who’s a fast learner and starts spinning you around with a huge smile on his face because dance is his passion and a big part of your culture and it makes him happy

minho who gets stolen by your tías and they won’t give him back because “está bien guapo”

changbin who insists on getting there on time to make a good impression but doesn’t understand how hispanic time works so you get there before anything is even set up

changbin who has no problem being bossed around by your mom and does his best to help put everything where it needs to be

changbin who doesn’t refuse when your mom tells him to eat more, and it makes her smile so brightly

changbin who plays a la lucha libre with your little cousins, throwing them up in the air and making sure they don’t get hurt

hyunjin who immediately has your aunts complimenting him and touching his face just in case they gave him mal de ojo

hyunjin who gets comfortable around your family so quickly that they include him in the inner family chisme debrief

hyunjin who lets your little prima braid his hair and shows her how to draw all the pretty things she can think of

hyunjin who will take the time to learn how to pronounce the names of your family members, and will be patient while they learn how to pronounce his (they call him juan hyunjin and that’s fine!)

han who is immediately given a nickname by your family, and you have to explain that’s their way of accepting him

han who now knows to respond to “flaco” whenever he visits your family

han who is the only one that can calm the youngest primito down, and is happy to hold him so that the mom can go dance and enjoy herself

han who can only smile and blush and laugh when your abuela pinches his cheeks and coos at him “¡ay, mi nene guapo! ¡mi flaco!”

felix who insisted on bringing a dessert to the next family party, and spends weeks perfecting his flan

felix who has been learning spanish behind your back so he can sit and talk to your immigrant parents (“¡[y/n], tu novio habla puro español!”)

felix who is so interested in what and how your family cooks, asking for recipes so that he can make them for you at home

felix who insists on helping serve the food, and that it didn’t matter that he was “visita”

seungmin who brings beers for your dad because he’s a little scared of him and wants to make a good impression

seungmin who has been learning all the hispanic songs you have showed him, and joins in when it’s time to sing with the family

seungmin who is now known as “el que canta” and your family begs him to sing your favorite song every time

seungmin who is el novio favorito, gets added to the family group chat and included in the pictures

jeongin who is so stoked to find out that there’s double christmas in your household, but also confused because they celebrate on the 24th

jeongin who has the worst luck ever and gets the baby jesus from la rosca de reyes

jeongin who is suspiciously good at playing dominoes and you wonder if he practiced before coming over

jeongin who listens to the stories your tíos are telling, gasping at all the things they did when they were young and back in their home countries

[felixsmeshglove]

caretaker - ; - hwang hyunjin x reader

authors note ; honestly, i am so much like this requested reader, i love to care for people so much and if i could i would literally take care of all of them like my babies. feedback is always appreciated, please enjoy!!

genre ; fluff, angst-ish, established relationship

pairing ; sick!hyunjin x reader

wc ; 0.9k

content warning ; emetophobia, discussion of vomit but no vomiting, illness, hyunie cries, burnt-out hyunjin

“hyune please you’ve been complaining about your stomach hurting all day, you were so hot when i touched you! please can’t it just wait until tomorrow at least?” you tried to plead with the man who was groggily attempting to set up his recordings spot for the live. you’d been so worried sick about him, but much the workaholic who wanted to keep up his image, hyunjin had insisted he at least do this live. 

“y/n, my dear you know i need to try to at least get something done..” hyunjin whined back. he sounded so uncomfortable as he sat down.

“okay just.. if you start to get worse, please tell me? please dumpling?” you attempted to reason.

“okay… fine, i will,” hyunjin responded with a weak smile. 

of course, he never told you…

it had only been forty-five minutes since the live had started. now, found yourself rushedly texting chan with a slight stress. hyunjin seemed to just become more and more uncomfortable as the time had gone on. he was now complaining of feeling so cold and shivering, and sweat was causing his stray fringe hairs to stick to his forehead as he seemed even more pale than before.

y/n: chan

y/n: channie

dad chan 🫡: what?

y/n: please can you come up with some excuse for hyune to get out of the live? he’s seriously not looking good

dad chan 🫡: he did the live still?

y/n: yeah and he needs to stop

dad chan 🫡: alright alright i’ll take care of it

y/n: thanks channie

it wasn’t long now before you heard the vibration and ringtone of hyunjin’s phone. he answers while on the live, he’s hugging a throw pillow restlessly with one hand as he holds his phone up with the other.

“hi channie-hung… ….what? you were wanting me to look over those lyrics tonight? aye.. sorry channie, i’ll get to that right away i just have to quick end my live.”

defeated, hyunjin gave a soft and slightly whiny sign off and waved to the camera before ending the live, giving an even louder whine this time.

he curls up on the sofa with a groan, clutching around his middle now as he looks up at you with almost teary eyes. he croaks out softly, with that iconic pout that he always has with those plush, beautiful lips, “i should have listened to you.. i think i’m gonna… fuck.. no…”

hyunjin cries out softly as he blinks back tears, reaching a weak hand out for you. you are by his side within an instant.

you are methodically rubbing shapes into his back as you try to console him.

“just so tired, love.. trying to get everything done lately ‘s been so hard..” hyunjin croaked out in a weak, needy voice.

“i’m gonna get you an ice pack okay..? you’re so warm, dumpling,” you coo softly at him, trailing your hand down his cheek. your palm takes a brief pause over his cheekbone to thumb a few loving strokes into his cheek before continuing its path down his cheek and jaw.

you kiss his clammy, warm forehead briefly and stand up, smiling and humming in response to his weak but affectionate and appreciative gaze.

as you’re returning with a cool washcloth and an ice pack you hear the sickening sound of hyunjin’s dry heaving with dramatic whimpers peppered between the saddening noises.

“y/n..!” hyunjin wailed softly, in your direction. you rush to his side at the sofa, quickly grabbing the small trash that was in the room and kneeling beside him once more.

“i’m here jinnie.. i’m here..” you tried to console the poor boy, running your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair.

“don’t wanna puke.. d-don’t wanna puke..” the sick boy whimpered sadly as he continued to retch, one arm guarding his stomach while his free hand shot out to wrap around your lower back and pull you closer. you were such a comfort to him, he needed you as close as possible.

luckily, with a little bit of time and some slow strokes of his hair, the nausea began to subside, leaving the boy laying there and whimpering like a kicked puppy.

“i’m sorry you’re so sick baby.. lets get you to bed, yeah?” you suggest as he weakly sits up with a groan.

“yes please..” hyunjin croaks softly.

“i’ll make you some soup after you rest a little while okay?” you offer. you reach out to him to assist him to stand up, trying to help brace him. he graciously leans into you, following you to his bedroom and to his bed.

slumping into the bed, he just curls into his sheets and looks up at you with those desperate, puppy-dog eyes.

“stay please? too scared without you,” he asked softly, looking up at you where you sat at the edge of the bed.

“of course hyune, i’ll stay..” you answered, slotting yourself into the bed beside the man, sat up with your back against the headboard. he settles his aching head against your warm thighs and hooks his arms around your waist comfortably, as if that was meant to be his spot.

your fingers find their way to his scalp once more, soothingly massaging through the sensitive roots of his hair.

“should’ve listened to you,” hyunjin mused softly, already closing his eyes as he began to submit to his sickened exhaustion. now wasn’t the time to scold him. you just allowed your poor heartthrob to rest.

[dreaming-medium]

Animals Without Direction

Chapter Sixteen - Make It In Three

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“Against a counter top?”

“Aye, slammed his head right down into it,” you laugh with Jisung.

“The all-mighty Hwang Hyunjin!” he exclaims. 

“The very same.” An easy, pleasant smile crosses your lips.

The two of you have been walking for three days now, making great time. If you do not stop for the night, you both should arrive at Miroh’s Keep sometime around midnight.

By the way the sun was dipping behind the horizon, that was only about five hours away.

“Did he cry?”

“Nay!” You laugh out loud. “His pride was most definitely wounded but he did not cry.”

“Perhaps maybe not when you were watching.”

“I did not even tell you the best part yet,” you say and Jisung turns his head sharply to look at you with an eager expression. “I had vaulted over the counter to kick Camus. He grabbed my ankle and swung me around and threw me into Hyunjin, the two of us collided and hit the wall behind us!”

Jisung breaks out in a high pitched laugh, doubling over and holding his stomach. You have to stop on the road from how hard he’s laughing.

“I cannot believe it!” he wheezes out. “Oh how I wish I was there to see it!”

His laughter is so contagious, your cheeks start to ache from how much you’re smiling. 

While you both were walking along the path, there has not been a moment of silence longer than ten minutes. Jisung always pipes up with a question or comment that fills the air between you both.

It passes the time rather quickly.

In four short days, you’ve learned so much about this man. You know all about his childhood.

Jisung grew up as one of Chan’s best friends. The two of them played together for as long as he can remember. When Chan’s father had died and he was crowned Jarl, Jisung was the first person he asked to be a member of his court.

“It was an easy decision,” he told you. “I now get to live with and serve my best friend.”

“Do you ever feel like you are just his errand boy?”

“If I am honest with you, no. Never once has Chan ever made us feel that way. This does not feel like a job, it feels more like helping him. But it is not one-sided, he does so much for me as well as other members.”

Jisung paused. “Do you feel like an errand girl?”

You thought for a long moment, weighing your words carefully in your mind. “Nay, not anymore.”

He nodded and looked around at the trees that surrounded your path. 

“But it did before?”

“In the beginning, aye. I cannot point out the singular moment when it became less of a job and more of a relationship.”

Jisung bobbed his head and acknowledged your sentence.

“Are you enjoying the heavy pockets of gold, then?”

He finally pulls himself together, wiping the tears of laughter out from the corners of his eyes. 

“I have to travel with you two next time, that is hysterical!”

A hum comes from deep in your throat as your own chuckles fade into the wind.

“Come on, Jisung.” You motion your head towards the road and you both begin to walk again. 

You’re both walking along for fifteen more minutes, easy conversation passing between the two of you before goosebumps suddenly raise on your flesh.

Every single one of your hairs stand on end and it feels like an alarm bell is ringing in the back of your mind.

A large flock of birds suddenly fly away from the trees around you.

You immediately freeze in your tracks and snatch Jisung’s arm.

He gasps at your sudden grab, his body going into alert mode.

Wildly, your eyes look around for any sign of danger. Your head whips around on your neck.

You’re both in the woods, the trees are not too thick in these parts, but they obstruct more of your view than you would like. 

“What is it, Y/N?” Jisung asks, obviously alarmed. 

You turn and look at him and take a quick scan of his body– no weapons. No dagger, no sword, no nothing.

Reaching down, you unsheathe the dagger from your boot and hold it out in his direction.

“Take this.”

His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, eyes wide and alarmed. “What is happening?” His voice goes up an octave.

Grabbing his hand, you thrust the danger into it, curling his finger over the hilt.

“I… I do not know. But I feel as though something is–”

Every muscle in your body screams and you react as fast as you can.

Pushing forward, you throw yourself at Jisung, tackling him to the ground. 

Jisung yelps as his back hits the ground. You had the place of mind to cradle the back of his head to make sure it doesn’t crack into the stone road. 

The distant whizz of an arrow pierces the air and flies over the two of you.

In an instant, you’re back on your feet, ripping your sword from your sheathe.

“Take cover!” you yell at Jisung. He doesn’t move, his body frozen on the ground. “ Now, Jisung! ”

His entire body jolts and he scrambles up to his feet. He runs and hides behind a nearby tree.

Your eyes are still scanning the treeline where the arrow came from, looking for the offender. 

You crossed the border into Miroh last night, who’s shooting at the two of you? 

Another arrow flies past your face, at the last second you move out of the way. It pierces the tree behind you and sticks out of the bark.

“Show yourself, coward!” You call out into the woods.

Nothing.

Reaching behind you, you pull the shield of absorption from your back and strap it to your arm. If arrows are flying from an unknown source, it’s better to be protected.

There’s a stiff, uneasy moment of silence. 

Your sensitive ears are tuned into the environment around you, listening for something, anything that would tell you where the attacker was hiding.

To try and help, you even stop breathing.

Your ears perk up when you hear the distinct sound of an arrow being nocked onto a bow. It’s coming from your left. 

At the last second, you raise your shield up in front of your face just for an arrow to fly right into it.

Your shoes crunch the cobblestone and you take off running in that direction without hesitation. 

When you make it into the specific crop of trees where the arrow came from there’s a loud thud . 

Instinct takes over and you lean backwards.

A sword swings over your body, your eyes stare at the blade as it barely grazes your nose. Once the sword clears your body, you snap back up and swing the shield in the direction the sword came from.

The bash that you deliver has the added bonus of the deflected arrow.

Whoever you hit with the shield grunts in pain and stumbles backwards. 

A long, high pitched whistle sounds through the trees and suddenly there’s more movement than your eyes can parse.

But, you know you need to focus on the enemy directly in front of you.

Once your shield is moved from your vision you immediately recognize the color of their armor, green and black.

Erbus.

Was this a covert team sent to spy on the hold?

Why would they attack two people on the road so suddenly? They could have easily stayed blended into the trees and waited for you both to pass. You knew for certain your ears were hidden underneath your hair.

Why did they do this?

Your hand grips your sword tightly and you lunge at the soldier who was still trying to regain his balance, it pierces right through the side of his breastplate.

He gasps one final time and falls to the ground.

Sliding your sword out of his body you turn quickly and look around you.

How many? How many?

Your heart sinks down to the floor.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.

All of them were armed. All of them were angry.

A shaky breath leaves your lips and you look around at your surroundings as they stalk closer to you. One soldier licks his lips. 

Seven. You can do seven. You did ten back at Fort Mire. You can definitely do seven.

Right?

Yes.

The first soldier takes three large steps towards you and swings his ax around and at your head.

Your body drops to the ground and his ax embeds into the bark of the tree directly next to you.

He’s so busy trying to yank his blade out that you take the opening and slice through his body. The ax never leaves the tree but you move onto the rest of the soldiers.

One down. 

You bash the shield into the tree next to you as hard as possible. Once more, the air takes a deep breath around you and the metal hums and vibrates against your arm.

A smirk pulls at your face when you see the soldiers eyeing you curiously.

Digging your boots into the soil for a split moment, you then take off running at one of them

Shock causes his feet to stay in place, his eyes widen and mouth drops open.

You hold the shield in front of you and charge straight at him. Once you’re upon him, you swing the shield as hard as possible.

His body flies away from the blast.

“What the–?” one of his comrades yells.

You turn and spin your body around to gain momentum, you bring your sword up and around down to meet the sword of another soldier.

Your impact against his sword is so powerful that his arm is knocked back and he takes another step backwards to regain his balance.

Staying on the offensive, you swipe at him time and time again, he meets each of your swipes and each time his arm is pushed away from him. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a soldier sprinting up towards you.

At the last moment, you raise the shield up to block his attack.

The shield purrs.

Twirling, your body spins and you slam the shield into the first soldier, hitting him right in the head. There’s a sickening crack that sounds through the trees.

Your own sword twirls in your hand to turn the blade downwards in your hold and you stab backwards, underneath your shield arm, and into the gut of the second soldier.

Three more.

The pommel of the sword twirls in your grip and you push it upwards to arc and catch the throat and underneath of the chin of the next soldier that ran at you.

Blood sprays from the wound and all across your face. If you weren’t in battle mode, surely you would’ve had a bigger reaction. 

No time.

One throws a dagger in your direction, you quickly deflect it with your shield.

It tings off the metal and flies to the side. He grabs another one to throw at you and you charge forward.

In a split second, you drop your sword to the ground and then you grab the shield off your arm and hold it in one hand. Like a discus, you spin and launch it directly at his body.

The shield slams into his skull and ricochets in another direction. 

Violently, your head spins around looking for the last soldier. Where did he go? He was here just a moment ago.

Where? Where?

“ Y/N! ” Jisung’s screech rings through your ears and fear grips your heart.

When your head snaps over in his direction, he’s slowly backing away from the soldier, he’s holding the dagger in front of him like a mini sword.

You don’t think, you just run.

Jisung lets out a choked cry of horror. His eyebrows pinched together and his eyes looked glossy with fearful tears.

His legs are shaking and it looks like his knees might buckle underneath him.

“Knew who you were by that heraldry on the standard hanging on your belt, boy. You’re part of Miroh’s Court, eh? Maybe your head on a spike will send a message to Jarl Bang to call back his dogs.”

The fucking standard. It’s a small version of Miroh’s flag that all of the court members wear on their belts. You chose not to wear yours when fighting against Erbus to not put a target on your back.

Obviously, Jisung had not thought about it.

The Erban soldier raises his sword high above his head and Jisung screams, dropping the dagger and covering his head with his arms. Jisung falls to the ground in terror.

You scream as you tackle the soldier to the ground from the side.

Both of your bodies hit the pavement.

The soldier loses his grip on his sword and it skitters away on the stone. 

With no weapon, you have no choice but to fight dirty.

As soon as you’re able, you scramble up and straddle the soldier’s chest, your fist raises in the air and you bring it down as hard as you can into his jaw.

He grunts as his head snaps to the side. You bring your hand up again and deliver punch after punch. You feel the skin on your knuckles split and start to bleed.

Suddenly, you can’t tell if it's his blood on his face or yours.

A piercing pain shoots through your leg and you let out a startled scream. While you were busy delivering blows to his face, he managed to pull out a dagger and stab it directly into your thigh.

In the split moment you looked down at your leg, he flipped the two of you over.

Grunts and groans of exertion coming from both of you.

What feels like a brick wall comes in contact with your nose and you know immediately by the crunch that it's broken. Blood pours down your face and into your mouth. The familiar metallic taste and smell flooding your senses.

A second blow to your jaw makes your head crack down on the stone. Pain blossoms at the contact and your vision blacks out for a moment.

Another punch, another, another, another. Your vision returns to you but with how fast his punches are coming, you’re not able to gather your wits

The pain is starting to blend into one another.

Suddenly, instead of delivering another punch, both of the soldier's hands wrap tightly around your throat. 

Gasps tear from your body and your feet kick around wildly at the lack of oxygen. You bring your hands up and claw at his skin, ripping large gashes.

Your sore mouth opens and closes like a fish gasping for water.

When you meet the eyes of the soldier on top of you, his pupils are blown wide, blood is covering his entire face. His jaw looks crooked, like you dislocated it with one of your blows.

An absolutely evil smile spreads over his face as he watches you squirm around, desperate for air.

Your fingertips begin to go numb and your arms grow cold from the lack of oxygen. The edges of your vision begin to fade.

“Do not think I do not see what you are,” he sneers down to you and then spits right in your face. The soldier leans down close to your face. Blood drips from his face down onto yours. “I wish I could take my time with you, make this last forever.”

A red hot anger ignites within you.

“Wish I could really fucking make you scream, dagger ear. Been so long since I had my dick warmed. But hey, bodies stay warm for a while. I’ll make sure to get back to you once I finish your friend over there.”

As if possessed, strength returns to every one of your limbs. Your eyebrows furrow deep and you grit your teeth and clench your jaw so hard you think your teeth may break. 

You rip the dagger out from your thigh and plunge it right in the side of his neck.

The soldier gapes and his grip around your neck immediately loosens.

Greedily, you gulp air into your system.

You rip the dagger out of neck and slit right across his throat. His body falls off of you and onto the ground, his hands desperately clawing at his neck as he chokes on his own blood.

But you’re not done with him, oh no.

You straddle his chest once more.

Over and over again you plunge the dagger down into his chest, his neck, his abdomen. Guttural screams tear through your throat as you do so.

“Y/N!” You hear Jisung scream, but you can’t stop yourself. Not after what he said to you. 

Hot tears are streaming down your face, making tracks through all the blood covering your skin. But new blood keeps splattering onto you with every downward strike.

“ Y/N! ” Jisung calls again, louder this time.

When you don’t answer, two hands suddenly grab you from under your arms and yank you backwards.

You scream and scream and scream. 

“Please, Y/N! It’s me! Y/N! It’s just me!” 

As if released from a trance, you stop thrashing and let the dagger fall from your hand and clatter to the ground. 

“It’s me, Y/N.” Jisung repeats and keeps a firm grip on you.

Your chest heaves as it takes in air. It feels like you can still feel the soldier's grip on your throat, his thumbs crushing your windpipe.

Swallowing painfully, you look back and up at Jisung. He’s staring at you in horror, his entire body tense. When you turn to him, his hands release you and he jumps backwards a bit.

You look down at the ground, not able to look at his mortified face any longer. Your face screws up in agony and you look around, careful not to look at the body that you just massacred .

“Are you hurt?” you croak out. Your voice is extremely hoarse.

“N-Nay.” Jisung answers.

“Good.”

You continue to catch your breath, your eyes closing.

Behind you, Jisung only stares at your wavering body. 

In and out, air comes through your lungs.

Why can’t you catch your breath?

Something is not right.

Yes, you were just choked out, but you should be able to breathe semi-normally right now.

“J-Jisung.” You choke out. He makes a startled noise in response. “Jisung, something is wrong.”

“What do you mean?” His voice is thick.

“I.. I know not. Something…” Your hand comes up and clutches at your chest. “I cannot…”

Your eyes snap down to your thigh. There is a large hole in the fabric of your pants and blood is oozing from the wound, soaking the cloth completely.

Ignoring the stinging pain, you pull the fabric aside and your stomach flips.

Ugly, purple veins stem from the injury, the blood seems to bubble and burn your skin even further. This blood is tinted black.

“Fuck.” You gasp.

“ What? ” Jisung prods again.

“P… Poison.” You wheeze.

“Posion? Y/N. I… We are so far from the capital, I have… I have nothing on me. What do I do? What are we able to do?”

Your mind is reeling at the same time Jisung’s mouth is. You also have absolutely nothing on you. There are no plants that grow in the area that could be crushed into a salve.

Four hours. You’re four hours from the Keep.

“Jisung. Go grab my weapons please.” Your voice is already so weak.

“Y/N.”

“Now.”

He hesitates one more moment before running off in the direction you came from. Your body turns and you crawl across the stone path towards where Jisung dropped your dagger.

The muscles in your thigh seize for a moment and you groan before it releases again.

The dagger’s pommel sits comfortably in your palm for a moment before you crawl back over to the bloody corpse of a body that you ruined.

You grab the bottom of his tunic that's poking out from under his armor and slice a piece of the fabric off.

Using that strip of fabric, you tie it around your thigh as tightly as possible. 

Each gasp of air you intake sounds like a gasp. No matter how deeply you inhale, it doesn’t seem like enough. 

“Here, here.” Jisung drops to his knees next to you. He has your sword in one hand and the shield in the other.

Weakly, you grab the sword from his hand and sheath it on your belt. 

“Here is what is going to happen, Han Jisung.” The man gives you his undivided attention, you look up at him with determined eyes. “We are going to walk to Miroh’s Keep. We will make it there in three hours, not four.”

“Y/N.” 

Reaching up, you grab a fistful of his shirt and yank it towards you. “We are going to walk to Miroh’s Keep, Jisung.”

He gulps once and nods. Reaching behind him, Jisung secures your shield to his broad shoulders. 

Jisung grabs one of your arms and places it over his shoulders. The other arm wraps around your waist tightly. 

“One… Two… Three!” He stands up with you and you scream in pain. The knee on your injured leg buckles but he holds you stead to him. The hand on your waist keeps you firmly to his side.

Blood has already soaked through your bandage.

“Three hours is nothing,” you grit through your teeth.

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After two hours your brain is completely out of it. When you take a step, it’s like your bones are made of jelly and your body flops along with it.

Jisung has not stopped talking for a moment, trying to keep your attention on him. 

The two of you have had to stop several times for you to fall to your knees and vomit on the side of the road. 

But each time, you get up, wipe your mouth, and continue down the road. 

“We are so close, Y/N.” He begs in your ear. He sounds so exhausted. 

Jisung has basically been carrying you for the better part of the last thirty minutes. Your entire body is shivering and a cold sweat covers your skin in a sheen. 

Are you close or is he just telling you that?

Your body sways and then your muscles give out completely. Your mouth is moving and incoherent babbling is coming out of it.

Before your body can hit the cobblestone, Jisung reaches down and scoops you into his arms, one arm under your knee, the other behind your shoulder blades.

Your head lulls around your neck like a newborn.

“Y/N.” He shakes your body desperately, “Y/N, please!” 

All you can do is babble some more. Your mouth feels so dry, like Changbin made you run fifty laps around the Keep.

The world underneath you is moving. By the wind blowing through your hair, you can feel that Jisung is running . He’s sprinting because he knows that your life is on the line. 

Every moment counts. 

Where did this strength come from?

No matter how much you try, you can’t open your eyes. 

In and out, your brain comes and goes from consciousness. Every once in a while Jisung’s voice will pull you back down from the Void and back into your body.

You have absolutely no sense of the passing of time now.

Is it five minutes later? Twenty? Did time pass at all?

Your breathing suddenly picks up again, each intake shorter and shorter. They’re pitiful gasps. No oxygen is coming in.

Choking, it feels like you’re choking. 

A sudden blast of warmth hits your face. 

Through the fog of your brain, you hear Jisung screaming bloody murder to whoever will listen. His voice rumbles through his chest and against your body.

It’s raspy and nothing short of shrieks of terror and cries for help.

“ What happened?! ” Oh, you haven’t heard that lovely voice in so long.

A second set of arms pulls you from Jisung and, like a ragdoll, your body flops against their chest. 

Oh, that musky vanilla smell. You missed it so much.

“Felix!” Chan screams from above you, “Someone get Felix! Now! Get him now! Fucking now!”

You’ve only heard his voice sound like this once. When the messenger was dying in front of him. But, even then, it did not sound this desperate. 

“Go!” Minho’s voice echoes his command in an even stronger booming voice.

“Poison! She was poisoned– stab to the leg. Her leg.” Jisung wheezes out. He sounds like he’s about to keel over from pure exhaustion. 

Chan shakes your body violently. Nothing. You’re nothing but dead, limp weight.

The sound of several objects, metal and glass, hitting the floor rings around the room and it feels as though you’re placed on top of a table.

Every single muscle in your body suddenly tenses and begins to convulse violently. Your back arches off the table and you’re choking on your own spit.

No air, you can’t breathe. 

Two sets of hands hold every one of your limbs down to the table.

“Y/N! Y/N! Can you hear me? You are going to be alright, okay? Come on, Y/N. Hang on, please.” Chan begs. You can hear in his voice that he’s crying, his throat sounds tight and his words crack. “You are not permitted to die for Miroh, remember? Do you remember Y/N?”

Your chest writhes and arcs. Suddenly, bile rises in your throat again and before you’re able to choke on it, your body is turned on its side and you throw up all over the floor. 

“Where is Felix?!” Chan screams out.

“Here! I am here!” Felix yells back as he runs into the room. 

“Poison. Leg. Heal her!” Chan barks to him, his grip on your arm and leg tightening anxiously.

“By The Six…” Felix is suddenly directly next to you. His hands immediately grab at the absolutely drenched bandage on your leg.

You made it, you made it.

Felix curses under his breath and it feels like your pant leg is being sliced open. 

Despite the circumstances, you feel relieved. You’re in Felix’s hands, he’ll heal you, you know it. He’ll fix you.

Your brain falls victim to this sense of comfort.

Slowly, it sounds like their voices drift further and further away. Even the feeling of their hands on your body seem distant, like they’re holding some phantom limb on another person. 

Several slaps hit your cheek, but all your head does is lull to the side.

“Felix.”

“I am trying, Chan!”

“This is not happening…”

“She saved me. Fuck, she did this saving me. Fucking shit!”

“Felix, please!”

Black.