#hyunjin x male character

[yoonjiwonsstuff]

The seat

Genre: Humor, fluffy

Sorry about any grammatical/ortographic mistakes. English isn’t my first language.

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The whole group was excited for their weekly movie night. They all gathered in the living room, each member eyeing the couch and the few comfortable armchairs available. It was a tight fit with nine members, but everyone usually managed to find a spot somehow and be comfortable in their own way.

Jiwon and Jeongin, being the maknaes of the group, were no exception to this rule. They always ended up fighting over the last seat left, and today was no different.

"The seat is mine!" Jeongin declared, diving for the last spot, only to be met by the younger's quick response.

"Knock it off, that's my spot! I've been eyeing it since morning!" The younger's eyes fixed on the prized seat.

Jeongin, equally determined, retorted, "No way! I had my eyes on it before you even woke up! It's mine!"

Jiwon pouted adorably. "But I was here first!" he whined, his big doe eyes pleading innocently.

Jeongin raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly does 'being here first' translate into claiming ownership of the sofa?"

Jiwon shrugged "Because... well, it just does," and then he continued complaining, pouting, “hyung, It’s not fair. You always get everything your way."

Hyunjin, in his usual sarcastic tone, chimed in, "Oh boy, here we go again."

Minho, always quick with a mischievous remark, added, "Someone grab the popcorn. This is better than any movie!"

Their banter quickly escalated into a playful argument, each claiming their right to the coveted seat. “Let’s do It fair, then, 'll race you for it!" Jeongin challenged, his competitive side showing.

Jiwon smirked, agreeing with it. “You're on! Let’s do it."

As they dashed towards the couch, the other members couldn't help but laugh at their antics. "You guys are ridiculous," Felix chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

Changbin couldn't help but chuckle at their never-ending rivalry. "Come on, guys, there's always the floor."

Both of them shot him deadly looks before turning back to their argument.

"The floor? Are you kidding me?" Jeongin protested. "No way!"

Jiwon huffed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, I can't even stretch out properly like this!"

Bangchan attempted to mediate, "Why not share the seat, then?"

But their competitive spirits were too ignited. "No way!" Jiwon exclaimed, "This is a battle of honor, hyung!"

"You two should really grow up," Seungmin muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes, shaking his head in exasperation as he sat down on the couch.

At the end Jeongin managed to win the seat being faster than the maknae and with a victorious grin, he celebrated. "Hah, take that. The seat is mine!"

“Not fair, hyung! You cheated,” Jiwon accused and pouted, crossing his arms, sulky.

“You lost because you’re just too slow, won-ah. Accept it,” Jeongin teased.

The other members burst into laughter, unable to contain their amusement.

Felix chimed in again, chuckling entertained. "Come on, you two, stop fighting. It's just a seat."

Bangchan, trying to play peacemaker. "Yeah, there's plenty of room on the floor with blankets and cushions."

“But the couch is more comfortable,” Jiwon whined dramatically in a grumpy way.

“Wony, grab your dramatic ass and come sit here with us already, stop whining” Changbin patted the spot next to him on the floor, teasing, enjoying this too much.

“Yeah, Jiwon,” said Jeongin with a mischievous grin, with spreading on the couch. “Listen to your hyung.”

The maknae couldn’t help but let out an exaggerated sigh in defeat, but his stubbornness wouldn’t let him give up so easily. “Well, I guess this leaves me with no other choice, then.”

And without saying a word, he just sat on Jeongin’s lap, while crossing his legs as if it was a seat.

"Whoa, where did that come from?" Hyunjin chuckled, amazed by Jiwon's audacity.

Jeongin, bewildered but entertained, couldn't help but laugh at Jiwon's antics "Hey, that's cheating!"

"Technically, I didn't take the seat," Jiwon retorted with a grin, reveling in his small victory.

The room erupted in laughter as their maknae settled onto Jeongin's lap comfortably, and the others, still flustered, could do nothing but roll their eyes and shake their heads.

"Well, problem solved, looks like wony found a better seat," Changbin declared, entertained.

Jeongin was taken aback, momentarily stunned by Jiwon's unexpected move.

"That's not fair!" he protested, trying to hide his amusement.

Jiwon playfully patted Jeongin's head and teased, “Life is not fair, hyung.”

Felix, unable to contain his laughter, added, "Oh, come on, Jeonginnie! You got outsmarted by the maknae!"

Jeongin huffed pretending to be annoyed and rolled his eyes. “Alright, alright, I’ll accept it. But just this time.”

Later, while watching the movie:

Everyone was finally settled in their spots while watching the movie, finally in peace. But, of course, their maknaes wouldn’t let it last for too long.

“Yah, hyung, stop moving so much,” Jiwon complained, the room no longer being in silence anymore. “You're going to make me fall.”

Then Jeongin quickly answered, crossing his arms, “Well, it’s because you’re in my lap. You're not like a feather, you know.”

“And here we go again,” Seungmin announced, rolling his eyes.

“Guys, come on. Can’t we just watch the movie without you two being at each other’s throat?” Bangchan said, trying to mediate their non-stop bickering (but failing miserably).

Jiwon and Jeongin, their faces turning slightly red, exchanged embarrassed glances but continued to argue under their breath. Jiwon mumbled, "I should've taken another seat."

Jeongin retorted, "You're the one who wanted to sit here, anyways!”

As the teasing continued, Minho couldn't resist joining in on the fun. With a mischievous grin, he leaned over to Jiwon and said, "Next time, I'll let you sit on my lap, Wony."

Jiwon's eyes widened in surprise, and he blushed even deeper. “U-um, thanks, hyung.” he stammered, not knowing what to say exactly, being caught off guard.

Jeongin, with his competitive spirit kicking in, spoke up, his tone laced with jealousy. He retorted, "Wait a minute! You can’t just offer that, hyung!"

The room burst into laughter as Jeongin, trying to save face, added, "I mean, it's my lap he should be sitting on!"

Felix burst into giggles and poked fun at Jeongin, "Jealous, are we?"

Jeongin's cheeks turned an even darker shade of red as he tried to defend himself, "N-no, It’s not that! I'm not jealous! It's just... well, it's different!”

Jisung couldn't help but chime in, "Oh, is that how it is? Fight for your man, Jeonginnie!"

Jeongin's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as he grumbled, "I'm not fighting for anyone!"

Jiwon, still blushing, decided to have some fun with the situation. He turned to Jeongin with a mischievous smile and said, "Well, maybe I'll take Minho-hyung up on his offer next time."

Jeongin's eyes widened, and he quickly retorted, "You wouldn't dare!"

Felix, still grinning, decided to tease Jeongin further, "Aw, I think someone's being possessive of Wony!"

Jiwon, caught in the middle of this amusing situation, couldn't stop himself from giggling. He playfully wrapped an arm around Jeongin's shoulders and said poking the other’s cheek, "Don't worry, innie, you're still my favorite," making the others burst into laughter and making Jeongin blush even more.

Jeongin’s jealousy melted away as he blushed at Jiwon’s words, and the other members couldn’t contain their laughter at the whole exchange. It was another moment of playful teasing that made their movie nights so enjoyable.

“W-wathever,” he stammered.

Jisung, grinning ear to ear, leaned over and whispered to Minho, “Well, that escalated quickly.”

Minho nodded, trying to hold back his laughter. “I guess we’ve found Iyen’s weak spot.”

The playful atmosphere continued as the movie played on, with Jiwon and Jeongin sharing a knowing look and secretly enjoying the friendly banter among their fellow members.

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Author note: you guys must be tired of It, but as I said. I love Jeongin and Jiwon’s love-hate dynamics, and makes me having a bunch of ideas to write about It. I’ll try to explore later with others the members too, feel free to make any request if you have ideas to share with me ;)

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𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍

[Redesigned: Dec 16, 2023]

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙺𝚊𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙, 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚜.

𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚢.

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗?

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚗'𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜.

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• 𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗

• 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘

• 𝚂𝚎𝚘 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚋𝚒𝚗

• 𝙷𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙷𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚗

• 𝙷𝚊𝚗 𝙹𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐

• 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚡 𝚈𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚋𝚘𝚔

• 𝙺𝚒𝚖 𝚂𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚖𝚒𝚗

• 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗

𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚊𝚝 2 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 "𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜" 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 "𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠"

[jaemmphilia]

★ 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘦: 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘵 ★ || han j.s

★ summary: after cleaning up the amazing dinner you all had, you, chan, han, and jeongin walk to the convenience store to get some drinks. you stick close to han, thanking him for being such a sweetheart to you. the four of you get back to the house, and then the nine of you relax by the fire pit. one too many drinks later, you end up tangled in han's embrace.

★ characters: bang chan, lee know, changbin, y/n (he/him pronouns and a masculine frame), hyunjin, han, felix, seungmin, i.n

★ warnings: alcohol, drunk skz, drunken sex, unprotected sex (don't be like them, guys), they're falling in love your honor, the reader is the bottom in this one, sorry not sorry

★ word count: 3.8K (3587)

★ binnie's thoughts: welcome to part three of the mixtape: black diamonds series! we're almost to the end of the series and i'm a little sad...but no worries, i have another series coming soon!

★ requested?: X

★ disclaimer: this fic in absolutely NO way represents the stray kids members as people. this is just for fun, so enjoy! this part contains smut, so minors do not interact!

“Alright, everyone text me what kind of drink you kids want!” 

Chan’s voice rings out through the house, and you can hear various replies from the members who aren’t coming along. You shrug on your coat, watching as Han tugs on his shoes next to you. 

At first you didn’t want to walk to the convenience store, but when Han notified you that he was tagging along, you jumped up eagerly (you nearly fell when you jumped, but you played it off real smooth). You’ll take any opportunity you can get if it means you get to spend time with the younger male. 

You slip on your shoes, standing by the door with Jeongin, waiting for your leader to lead you all to the corner store. Once the oldest male appears, the four of you venture out into the biting nighttime air. You shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself. You didn’t really expect it to be so cold out tonight, or else you would have brought a bigger jacket. 

Suddenly, you feel light warmth at your right side, and you look over to see Han walking beside you. There’s not much room in between you both, maybe about the width of a toothpick’s worth of room. You flash him a smile, and he gives you one in return. Jeongin and Chan walk a few feet ahead of you, the two of them locked in conversation. 

You and Han walk beside each other, your arms touching occasionally due to the close proximity you two are in. You playfully nudge his arm, making him stumble to the side dramatically with a soft laugh. He nudges you back, and it goes back and forth for a bit. The two of you stop, giggling like little schoolgirls talking about crushes. 

On the topic of crushes, you find yourself stealing short glances at Han whenever he’s near you. You often take in his appearance: his ashy gray hair, his naturally tan skin that reminds you of the summers in Georgia. His smile, gummy and wide, his eyes crinkling into squinty crescents. His laugh, so loud and joyous, it makes your heart swell. You want to make sure he’s always smiling and laughing, you never want to see him sad. You don’t want to admit that you have a crush on the younger male, considering that you’ve really only known him for a couple of hours. But you can’t deny what your heart feels, so maybe you’ll just keep your feelings to yourself until you feel that the time is right. 

“So, how did you feel about being put into the group like this? I’m just a little curious.” Han asks once you both stop nudging each other. You think about his answer for a second before replying.

“At first I was upset. I trained for three years, hoping that I would be put into a group, each and every one of us climbing the ladder to success. I was hoping to debut just like everyone else, having to get to know my group mates and finding out if our dynamics will work or not. I didn’t want to be shoved into a group that was already so close-knit.” you reply, keeping your eyes glued to the rocky street under your shoes. You kick a small rock, watching as it rolls a few short inches in front of you. 

Han hums as he listens to you, taking in your words. He may not understand exactly how you feel, but he understands that being thrown into a group that’s at the peak of its career can be quite scary for one person. At first he was iffy about having a stranger join his found family, but the more he talks to you, the more he wants to get to know you as a person. 

He wants to know everything. Your favorite color, favorite food, favorite animal. Are you a morning or night person? Do you have any hobbies? Do your freckles go past your face, do you have any on your body? Do you have more beauty marks that litter your body? 

Do you whine when someone touches your soft skin?

Han shakes his head in shock. Where in the hell did that come from? He doesn’t know what came over him just now, he’s never really thought about anyone like that before, especially not someone he’s just met. He fights the red hue that creeps up his neck and ears. 

He notices your eyes on him, and he opens his mouth to reply, but you beat him to it. “Han-ah, your ears are super red. Is it too cold out for you?” you say to him, a slight tease to your voice. 

He slaps his hands over his ears, shaking his head in denial. “No! I’m perfectly fine!” He defends himself with a huff followed by a cute pout. You laugh at him as you notice the bright lights of the corner store come into view. You speed up a bit to catch up with Chan and Jeongin. The three of you enter the little store as Han hangs a bit behind. This guy is going to be the death of me, he thinks to himself as he speeds up to follow you into the store. 

You walk up and down the drink aisle, taking in all the options. You wish you had some money, because there’s a strawberry margarita drink that’s calling your name. You huff and search for Chan. Once you find him, he gives you a confused look.

“Did you not want a drink?” he asks, reaching up to grab a drink for one of the other members. You tilt your head.

“No, I don’t have any money.” you say, lightly scratching your arm due to light nervousness. 

“Don’t worry about it. The company is paying for it.” Chan replies with a cheeky wink, grabbing another drink and placing it in his little shopping basket. He chuckles as you rush off to grab the drink you want. He takes the drink from you as you walk out of the store with Han and Jeongin. He remembers being very iffy about you joining the group, but now that he’s gotten to actually talk to you and he’s heard your story, he finds himself wanting to protect you. Even if he’s not an actual father, it just feels natural to him. Call it a father’s intuition, if you will.

You stand outside the corner store with Han and Jeongin, and you’re showing Jeongin some pictures of your pet hedgehogs, named Sonic and Amy (Amy isn’t even a female hedgehog, but that doesn’t matter to you), the two younger males cooing and fawning over the spiky little creatures. Once you all see Chan stepping out of the store, you turn your phone to face him. 

“Chan-hyung, look at my pets back home!” you say in English, your smooth southern accent thick as you speak. You scroll through the hundreds of pictures you have of Sonic and Amy in your gallery. Chan just chuckles, finding your adoration for the small animals cute. 

“They’re super cute. Do you miss them?” Chan asks as he starts walking back to the house they’re staying in. Somehow the hefty plastic bag gets passed to Han, who dramatically complains about the weight of the bag. Jeongin just laughs, ignoring his hyung’s cries. 

You shake your head at Han before you turn your attention back to the oldest male. “Yeah, they live back with my ma and pa. I wish I coulda taken them with me, but they woulda hated travellin’ all the way here.” you say, stuffing your chilly hands into the pockets of your puffy jacket. 

Han listens to you speak in English, and he picks up how you pronounce the words. He notices that it’s totally different from how Chan and Felix pronounce English words. He’s never heard an accent like yours, it sounds like butter, or the smoothest caramel being drizzled over an icy bowl of ice cream. He wants you to whisper in his ear, so he can pick apart your accent in a more intimate setting. He wants you to say his name, wants to hear you tell him that he’s doing a good job at pleasing you. He tries to rid himself of those thoughts, but it’s impossible when you’re having a pleasant conversation with Chan just a few steps in front of him.

Han feels Jeongin saddle up beside him. He already knows the younger is going to say something totally obvious. 

“You like YN-hyung, don’t you?” He says, the slyest of smiles painting his face as he looks at Han. Han sputters in shock at the younger male’s bizarre accusation. 

“Wha– no way! We just met him today!” Han defends himself, crossing his arms across his broad chest. Jeongin just snorts out a laugh, not believing a word that comes from his hyung’s mouth. 

“Uh-huh. Whatever you say, hyung.” Jeongin doesn’t comment on it after that. But now he has some juicy gossip to tell Seungmin once he gets to the house. 

The four of you finally arrive at the house with the drinks. You step into the house, sighing deeply at the warmth that engulfs you. You slip off your shoes and tug off your jacket. You make your way into the house, following Chan as he goes to the area where the fire pit is. Han follows behind you as he slips on the slippers he was wearing previously. 

The nine of you are sitting around the fire pit, Han is to your left while Felix is at your right. You have a thick blanket draped on your lap, the other ends of the blanket draped over Han and Felix’s laps. You’re nice and cozy in your chair, your sweet drink in your hand as you listen to Changbin tell some story about his childhood. 

He’s yelling about something his sister had done to him back when he was younger. You can tell he’s becoming more drunk, his neck is starting to turn a little red and he’s kind of stumbling over his words. 

Honestly, you’re starting to feel a little tipsy yourself. You’ve never been amazing at holding your alcohol, but you don’t get shit-faced after two drinks like other people. But you can’t deny the light feeling in your bones, the sweet but artificial taste of strawberries lingering on your tongue. 

As you all begin to finish your first drinks, some of the boys retire for the night. The two youngest are the first ones to leave, and Hyunjin follows them not long after. You and the remainder of the boys are all talking and drinking, you’re telling them the story of how your twin sisters locked you outside of the house as a dog chased the three of you down the street. 

“So I trip and fall flat on my face, and the older twin, Baehwi, just ran faster towards our house. The younger twin, Dagum, she ran track at the time, was already at the house and she was holding the door open for Baehwi. I’m laying on the concrete, my nose is gushing blood, and there's a massive dog coming my way,” you say, sitting up in your seat as you retell the story, “I manage to get up and run to the house, but my knees are all scraped up and i’m still stumbling.

“I finally make it to the door and I try to open it, but it’s locked. I was freaking out and banging on the door, crying and bleeding from my nose. The dog is pretty damn close now, and it’s inches away from biting my ass. But my dad came to my rescue, he opened the door and chased the dog off with a broom. Now I’m terrified of big dogs.” You finish your story, bringing your drink to your mouth, tipping the can up, finishing the rest of the sweet liquid. 

“Let’s play truth or dare!” Changbin slurs his words as he nearly falls over in his chair with a strangled shout, making you all laugh. 

You all miss the devious look on Lee Know’s flushed face as his brain plots something. “How about I start us off?” He asks as he sets his empty drink down. He’s got this smile on his face that just screams that he’s up to no good. 

“YN, truth or dare?” 

You turn towards him when you hear him say your name. You’ve never been one to turn down a dare, so you grin at Lee Know. “Dare.” you say with full confidence.

Lee Know grins wider and crosses his arms with his eyebrow cocked. “I dare you to sit on Han’s lap for the rest of the game.” He says, earning a round of gasps and ‘ooh’s’ from everyone else. 

“That’s it? That’s too easy.” you say and get up from your seat, and you plop yourself down on Han’s lap. 

Han absolutely malfunctions. You just sat yourself on his lap as if it was the most normal thing in the world. You’re seated right on his half-hard dick and you wiggle a little to get comfortable. He bites back a moan as your ass rubs against him. He bites his bottom lip, and his hands automatically wrap around your middle as you finally get comfy. Han knows he’s a little drunk and undoubtedly very horny, because he adjusts his hips and he knows you can feel his dick through his pants and the blanket. 

“You look mighty comfortable, YN-ah,” Lee Know says, his gaze zeroed in on Han and his red-tinted cheeks and ears, “are you comfortable too, Hannie?” he teases.

Han grits his teeth at his hyung and just gives a thumbs up. 

The game continues, each of you doing stupid dares and answering stupid questions. You and Han remain by the fire pit, everyone else retired to bed. You’re still seated on his lap, but you’re facing him now. Your arms are around his neck, your chest flush against his as you lay your head on his shoulder. His hands are placed on your ass, his fingers lightly gripping the meaty flesh. 

You lift your head from his shoulder and you look at him. You take in his features, the shape of his eyes, to his cupid’s bow. You think he’s so handsome, especially like this: red-faced and his hair all messy. You run your hand through his hair as he looks up at you. You exchange smiles before you find yourselves leaning on closer. It’s not much longer until your lips are meeting in the middle. At first the kiss is just an experimental press, until you start to move your lips against Han’s. 

The two of you kiss for a bit until it becomes a full-blown make out session. The two of you are pretty much humping each other in the chair meant for one person. You’re grinding your hips against his, and you can feel his hands roaming your torso under your teal sweater. His hands are cold compared to your warm skin. It makes you shiver. 

You finally pull away from Han, lightly panting as you stare at each other. You both break out into giggles, neither of you believing that you just made out like it was nothing. 

“Why don’t we take this inside? We can use my room,” you offer, your fingers tangling in his ashy gray strands of hair. Han looks up at you, a dumb grin painted on his face. You snort out a laugh, “why are you smiling at me like that?”

“Because you’re just so pretty and hot sitting on my lap and kissing me. It’s driving me crazy.” He says, his eyes closing when he finishes talking. 

You shake your head and remove yourself from his lap. He lets out a whine followed by a pout, his eyes opening once again. This man is definitely not beating the babygirl allegations, you think to yourself as you pull Han up and out of the chair. His body slumps against yours, his head in your neck. You feel him place wet, open mouth kisses on your skin, making your knees a little weak (they’re already weak because of the alcohol, but who cares). 

“Come on, I’m horny and want you inside me like, right now.” You say to Han, and those words alone make him perk up and drag you inside the house. He makes a beeline for your room at the end of the hall. He throws the door open, pushing you inside, gently, and locks it once you’re both inside.

You stumble a little as the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed. Han makes quick strides towards you and he connects his lips with yours as he pushes his chest against yours. His hands are on both of your cheeks as he shoves his tongue in your mouth. You move your lips against his, your own tongue gliding against his. You can taste the sweet and semi-bitter essence of the alcohol he was drinking not long ago. 

The two of you keep making out in a different position. Han is hovering on top of you, his lips not leaving yours for a second. His chilly hands are rubbing shapes along your naked chest, your shirt long gone in the corner of the room. Han grinds his hips against you, his hard cock slides against yours through your black sweatpants. 

Han pulls away from the kiss to breathe. He looks down at your face, your eyes half-closed, your lips glossy with his saliva mixed with your own. Your chest is heaving slightly, trying to keep up with Han’s eagerness. You’re dizzy, your head is spinning with lust and intense amounts of need. 

Han tugs off his shirt, tossing the fabric behind him, not caring where it lands. You bring your hands up, gripping his pecs which makes him let out a soft groan. You grin, pinching his skin near his nipples. His mouth falls open, the slight pain from the pinches making him moan softly. You finally pinch his nipples, rolling them between your fingers. You drink in the whines he’s letting out, the sound no different than the sweetest music. 

After playing with his chest for a bit, you both move on to the good stuff. You both rid yourselves of any remaining clothes, and Han flips you onto your stomach. He grabs your hips and lifts them up until your hole is level with his face. You allow yourself to be manhandled by him, the feeling of his hands gripping your flesh tightly. 

“Your skin is so soft, and you smell so good all over,” Han says, his cool breath fanning your hole, causing you to clench a bit, “even here.” You feel his tongue prod at your hole. 

You jerk forward a bit, but Han tugs you right back to him. He holds your hips tight to make sure you don’t get away from him again. He licks at your hole some more, until he slips the tip of his tongue inside you. You whine out, the sound mostly muffled by the pillow under you. 

He works you open with his tongue and fingers until he deems you ready for his fat cock. He’s so hard that it’s becoming painful. His tip is damn near purple, a bead of precome gathering at his slit. He pulls away from your ass, wiping his mouth to rid himself of the slobber. He admires the view in front of him: your head is down, ass up in the air. The flesh of your ass is tinted red from how hard he was gripping onto you. Your hole is slick with his spit, your cock and balls hanging heavy in between your thighs. He can see the precome dripping from your tip, the semi-thick liquid falling on the bed. Your body is shaking as you breathe out. 

Han decides not to use a condom, he’s too drunk to care about using one. He just gets on his knees, lining his hard cock up with your hole. He pushes the tip in first, drinking in the noise you let out. A high pitched whine mixed with a moan. He allows you to adjust to the feeling, waiting for you to give him the green light. 

“Sunige,” you whine out, raising up to look at him over your shoulder, “please, move..” 

Who is he to deny his adorable hyung of that? He would be considered a monster. He slides his entire length inside you, his tip lightly kissing that spot deep inside you. You bite into the pillow under you, drool falling from your mouth. Han scoffs and reaches forward, tugging your hair. He pulls your head up, causing your back to arch. 

“Who told you to hide your moans in the pillow?” he asks, his voice harsh and commanding. It catches you off guard (especially after he just snatched you by your hair..). 

You cry out as he slowly starts to thrust his hips inside you. He still has a nice grip on your hair, your back arched as he rocks into you. “I’m sorry, Sungie.. I won’t do it again.” 

“Damn right you won’t. I’m the one in charge right now.” He growls out and he slams his hips forward and back, causing your body to jerk forward from the amount of force. 

He keeps pounding into your body, and you’ve already come twice. You can tell he’s holding back, not wanting to cum too early. You just happen to be more sensitive, which always leads to multiple orgasms on your end. You do feel his thrusts become sloppy, and his breathing picks up. You know he’s close, and you can feel a third orgasm creeping in your bones. 

“Holy shit. You’re just sucking me in, baby.” He says, giving a few more thrusts before he buries himself deep inside you, his warm cum filling you up. 

Your poor arms give out from under you, your upper body collapsing on the bed. You’re panting, trying to come down from such an intense moment. Han remains inside you, a little afraid that if he does pull out, you’ll start dripping all over the bed. He pulls out, quickly bringing his hand to your ass, cupping around your hole just in case anything does fall out. He reaches over to get some tissues and he starts cleaning you up. 

When he realizes that you haven't moved, his semi-drunk brain thinks he killed you. He frantically moves to see if you are indeed still alive, he lets out a breath of relief. You’re alive, snoozing away. He’s amused, you fell asleep so quickly after all of that exertion. 

“Well, sweet dreams, YN-hyung.” He chuckles and makes himself comfortable under the blankets with you. You automatically latch onto him, nuzzling into his warm body, still very much asleep. 

You don’t know what this means for the two of you, but that’s a conversation for sober YN and Han. 

[milkybonya]

☆彡actor

🎼 love as: are we living out a fake fantasy or is this true destiny?_Actor

🎼 track 05 of the 낭만 (NANGMAN) -- do you believe in romance? series

🎼 you like Hwang Hyunjin... but you're not sure if you're falling for the male lead role that he acts out with you or for the real him.

!: suggestive content (kissing/making out), open-ended, ~1k+ (?)

#: actor!Hyunjin x actor!(gn)reader, y/n crushes on Hyunjin

[💌: finally finishing this up T_T a song that gets better over time: something by dress... big naughty's verse at the end makes me ascend]

he cups your entire right cheek in just one of his hands, stroking it with his thumb.

"my love..." he mumbles, his eyes settling on your lips.

your heart shouldn't be racing. you should be keeping calm... but you can't help it. the moment when he tilts his head and his locks fall over his eyes, his lips touch yours and his hands pull you closer, you have to use all your willpower to keep your knees from buckling.

"cut!" the director announces.

Hyunjin pulls away slowly, as if savouring the kiss despite it being completely scripted.

"was that okay? are you okay?" he asks, his hand still cupping your face. he seems to still be stuck in the kiss until he realizes and pulls his hand away.

"yeah, it was fine!" you reassure the boy.

he smiles brightly at you and his hands enter his pockets. someone from the production team calls him over and he excuses himself, and you're left fanning your face to get yourself to calm down.

your manager approaches you with some water.

"hey, y/n, are you alright? did you get too caught up in the scene?" they ask.

"yeah, i guess so..." you mumble, thanking them for the water and taking a sip.

you watch Hyunjin from afar and how he interacts with the staff, intently listening to them and nodding along. he's so dreamy... is it just because of the character he plays? are you falling for him or his character?

you're not a rookie actor by any means, and you've played plenty of romantic scenes before... never have you felt this way. but then again, and no offense to the other actors you've worked with, none have ever been quite this handsome.

you suck in a breath through your teeth, still watching him.

well, heck. why don't you put your acting skills to use and go approach him with somw fake confidence? nothing is stopping you!

so, that's what you do. Hyunjin immediately turns to you with a smile, and when you ask for a second of his time, he gladly follows you outside of the set.

"honestly, y/n, thank God you pulled me away. the staff were repeating themselves a lot back there," he explains with a giggle. you don't comprehend any of it because you're so busy staring at the way his thin, silver rings sit on his fingers and how his hands themselves seem to nervously dance with one another.

"but anyways, what did you want to talk about?" he asks, eyes wide as he gives you his full attention.

his long, dark locks tied half up half down expose his pretty T-zone.

"oh uh... well, i was wondering if we could exchange numbers and go over the script on our own, together, sometime?" you ask, not even missing a single beat despite your request being a little odd.

Hyunjin is sweet though, and doesn't question it much. yet, is he sweet or is he just acting that way because he's used to putting on an image?

"oh... are the scenes for next week making you extra nervous? don't worry, me too! we can definitely do that! here, pass me your phone and i'll give you mine."

your fingers brush against each other and your heart races. it wasn't like you weren't just kissing this man a few moments ago. yet you weren't really kissing him, were you? you were kissing a character. you, no, not even you but a character, was kissing another character.

identity crisis. the one problem with actors that people rarely discuss.

anyways, you get his number just like that. all according to script.

-

two days later, you're pacing around in Hyunjin's livingroom, muttering the lines to yourself as he makes you both some hot beverages.

"you look like a mad scientist right now," he says before chuckling. his laugh is like honey for the ears and it makes you stop walking, which makes Hyunjin think he hurt your feelings.

"i was joking, i'm sorry if i offended you," he calmly explains, but you firmly shake your head and tell him it's fine.

he nods in response and his hair, untied today, bounces around his gorgeous, tan face.

Hyunjin then walks over to you, drinks in hand and offering you one. you take it before he can warn you that it's hot, and it slips straight out of your hands.

smash.

the hot liquid spreads around the floor and Hyunjin urges you to step back as he runs to clean it up. he's straight out of a drama with the way he vaccums up the glass and wipes away the liquid from the floor, pausing to push his hair behind his ears and roll up his sleeves.

he knows exactly when to do what, and you're in love, smitten for his calculated moves and perfection. but is it even love if it's perfect?

"let me help," you keep offering, but his worried face and tone tell you to move onto the couch and rehearse the script while he cleans up.

it doesn't take long but it feels like an eternity for you as you watch over him. yet before you know it, he's holding out another drink to you, reminding you quickly that it's hot this time.

"thank you, Hyunjin. i'm so sorry."

"hey now, y/n. don't apologize! i'm just glad you're not hurt. now, let's finally practice, shall we?"

ah yes, practice. no small talk. no cuddling on the couch--why would that even happen?! your mind races ahead, already imagining scenarios with your co-actor...

"so the next scene seems to be an argument that ends in a hug. i start this one... honey. why won't you just hear me out?" Hyunjin's tone changes immediately as he adopts his character's tone.

"no, i think you need to listen! you've been going around seeing other people and i've acted oblivious for too long," you shout.

"other people? my love, i've only been seeing you--"

"don't you dare lie!" you cut him off at the perfect moment and let your voice shake, just like the script commands.

"those people theyre--it's all fake. but we're real, my dear. we're real," Hyunjin's voice grows more quiet.

"if we're real then why do you keep referring to me with different petnames. why can't you stick to one! who is it that you call 'my dear'? must be someone else! i've never heard that one before."

Hyunjin lets out a scripted sigh and races forward to wrap you in a hug. he feels so warm and the butterflies rage within you again, still persisting even when he pulls away to look at you while saying his next lines. his hands holding onto you keep you in place. once again, your legs have gone weak.

your eyes land on Hyunjin's plump lips. they're so red and shiny, coated with the sip of his drink he took earlier. you wonder how it tastes. you wonder how it tastes on Hyunjin's lips--no. you wonder how Hyunjin's lips taste.

and before you know it, you've gone off-script. you've broken out of your character and are pressing your lips to his and God it feels so good. they're warm, they taste bitter like his drink but sweet from the cookie he ate before, they're soft and... and he's kissing you back. he's holding the back of your neck to bring you closer as his other hand supports your back, he won't pull away, he won't take a breath until you do.

you finally pull away when you start to feel dizzy, and you both avoid each other's eyes for a few seconds. when you finally look at him, he looks dazed.

"um... y/n i think.. i think we should go back to the script," Hyunjin mumbles, crouching down to pick up the papers he forgot he dropped.

"and what if i don't want to," you say, too quiet for him to hear.

you wait for him to tell you that the kiss should've never happened and should never happen again. he doesn't. so, you hope it'll happen again. you hope you can break free of the script you're forced to follow.

[lazystar]

Black Cat Energy

Himbo!Changbin x BlackCat!Reader

Office Spin Off

WC: 3.6K

A/N: if you are of drinking age take a shot for every disney reference I make lmfao A MASSIVE MASSIVE thank you to @yourfavbinerdgf for being my beta reader and editor for all of my work ilysm bby! Our reader is v closed off and tbh a mood, we stan Bin

CW: Alcohol consumption, Reader is harassed whilst intoxicated, Iris is the name of Y/N from Jeongin’s fic!

Most people would characterize someone who worked as a receptionist or secretary to be bright and bubbly. Someone who had a similar personality to characters like Erin or Kelly from The Office. You however, were much more aloof, blunt, sometimes even standoffish. You focused on ensuring everyone had what they needed, that calls were transferred correctly, files were sent out to the right recipients, and your ever growing hatred for the copier for always jamming.

You often received the comparison to the black cat personality archetype. At first you were a bit confused as to how that fit you, until your friend Iris from sales explained the meme to you one night over wine. Her boyfriend Jeongin was out with friends so girls night was held at their shared apartment. As the two of you applied your clay face masks and sipped your zinfandels she went into heavy detail about how you perfectly embodied the classic “black cat gf” personality type.

“Come on Y/N! It perfectly sums you up, you’re antisocial except around people you care about, you can be very closed off when upset, you literally own a black cat, you are perpetually exhausted, you have trust issues, you—”

“Okay, okay, okay! Shit I didn’t expect you to read me like a fucking therapist!” You laughed and smacked her arm whilst she tried to keep expanding on how you were so like Raven from Teen Titans. “Also why did you bring my baby Byeol into this?!” she gave you a side eye stare in response. The two of you continued to joke around and finish your girls night skincare routines until the front door opened and the loud raucous laughs of the boys broke the ambiance of the living room. Piling in was Jeongin, Hyunjin, Minho, and Changbin. The four were clearly a little drunk and they locked eyes with you and Iris who had been sitting on the couch in your fluffy robes, adorned with matching Kuromi and My Melody headbands, sheet masks, and watching the latest episodes of some drama that one of the other girls in the office recommended with high praise for the male lead actor’s visuals and performance.

“WAITTT IT WAS GIRLS NIGHT AND SPA NIGHT?! WHY WASN’T I INVITED?!!!” Changbin whined and stomped over to you and Iris. You looked over at your dear friend with an eye roll, kiss to your teeth and an expression that read ‘who’s gonna tell him?’. She laughed and shooed him away with a ‘next time maybe okay?’ and this satisfied the brawny male. However her promise-not-promise stuck in his head more than you wish it did.

Being the marketing department’s receptionist-secretary, it unfortunately gave Changbin easy access to constantly harass you about girls night. It was almost comical how he begged and pleaded to know when he could waltz over to your apartment to sit in a fluffy robe, with his Sanrio headband, and sip a cocktail alongside you and Iris. He wanted to spend time with you and brighten the cloudy aura you carried, turn your cold expression into a smile. Which he surprisingly succeeded at several times before, only for you to catch yourself and return to your resting bitch face. Changbin found your icy personality insanely attractive, he liked how assertive you were, how you had this aloof air of ‘I could care less’ about you. He wanted to break your walls down and get to know you, but getting you to trust him would be a challenge. But Changbin loved a good challenge.

It started with him coming in early to leave a note on your desk. An anonymous compliment about your ability to keep the ship that was the marketing department afloat. Anonymous compliments about the way you took care of others, compliments regarding your emphasis on boundaries, compliments about how organized you were, silly little memes here and there, and as his confidence grew he started leaving clues in his notes that it was him.

“Oooo new note from your admirer? What does it say?!” Iris cooed as she walked with you to your desk, she had a meeting first thing with the marketing team handling one of her clients’ latest campaigns so she chose to hunker down with you until it began.

“Well it’s a longer one today and ooo they even left me a coffee and pastry. Ugh they really do get me! Hmm okay it says ‘Y/N, check some of the notes from the past few weeks! If you can match up the clues you might just figure out who I may be. If you need to find out where to start just follow your HEART, if it seems to lead you astray take a step back and look again for the KEY, good luck my dear and remember, you are brighter than any STAR in the sky.’ subtlety is definitely not mister admirer’s strong suit. Okay so ‘heart, key, star….” you had set aside all of the notes and had picked up on the patterns he had drawn on each of them. Sure enough you found the three notes he had indicated and on the back of them were the letters C H A… but when you looked at the other ones he had left there were no more letters on the back. You were stumped and honestly sad, you had hoped that it would reveal that the goofy, beefy, sweet, team lead who had basically given up on crashing girls night was your admirer. But, CHA could be honestly anyone, far too many names began with those three letters, but all you wanted it to be was Changbin. Changbin with his blatant flirting, adorable clumsiness, infectious laugh, face illuminating grin, and other qualities that had made you smile when nobody was watching, the man had started to win you over. He reminded you oddly enough of Kronk from Emperor’s New Groove. He was passionate about his hobbies, beefy, not always the brightest, but damn did he care for those he adored. You hoped he still adored you even though you kept up your icy facade, you didn’t like letting people in, it made you uncomfortable. Changbin however, he had made you feel a bit more comfortable with allowing yourself to be open.

You shook your head from your office crush filled thoughts and looked over at your partner in crime Iris as you two analyzed the clues.

“C…H…A…? Girl that could be anyone!” Iris looked over at you with a raised brow and matching ‘WTF’ expression. She noticed your sagging shoulders and longing gaze over at Changbin who was animatedly talking to the new girl on the team, sure your boss Chan was there supervising but Iris saw the way your gaze flitted to your black pumps and the pilling carpet. “It could be anyone but let me guess, you wish it was Gaston huh?” She said almost pityingly.

“Pffft no, and come on isn’t it obvious he’s so much more of a Kronk or Kristoff than a Gaston. I mean look at him, he would so give his pet their own voice any chance he could!” You gently elbowed her and smiled before quickly fixing your expression to your classic slight glare and nudged her out of your desk area. “Now shoo shoo your meeting is in 10 minutes and I have shit to do.” Iris laughed, covertly flipped you off and texted Jeongin a quick message about their operation to get their friends together. Jeongin was sick of Changbin’s pining after you, and Iris wanted you to be happy. So of course the couple just HAD to play Cupid, Changbin had been getting advice on his love notes to you from the pair and so far so good. That is until a few days later when you saw his excitement when talking with the new girl, a sweet, bubbly, young lady named Hana. She was the exact opposite of you, she matched Changbin’s energy perfectly, she was who you wish you were. She was like the sun, whereas you were like the moon and unfortunately you didn’t realize that Changbin preferred the gentler light the moon provided.

You began to just set aside the notes, not even bothering to solve the puzzle. You also pushed away the treats and gifts left for you on your desk. You began to close yourself off again, ignoring invitations to get drinks and meals after work, ignoring karaoke invitations. You would come in, work, then go home to be with Byeol. Changbin noticed the change the moment it began, he was confused, hurt,

and scared you were silently rejecting him. Hana, his new friend who had heard all about you from him, even said that you might just not know what to do with the information that he is your admirer. But Changbin knew you better than Hana,

something was wrong.

This revelation led Changbin to your front door. He was in his work clothes, carrying a tote bag holding a matching set of new robes, matching headbands, new skincare, and a lot of your favorite snacks. He anxiously rocked back and forth on his feet as he knocked on your door.

“UGH IRIS I SAID I DIDN'T WANT— Oh! Uh, hi? Changbin?” you laughed embarrassed at him hearing your annoyed shouting. You crossed your arms and popped your hip as you looked at him expectantly. Your quirked brow and questioning gaze conveyed your confusion at his presence. He sheepishly smiled at you and held up the shopping bags in his hands.

“Sorry, I’m no Iris and it’s not Friday but I thought maybe we could have our own girls night? You’ve seemed a bit down and I thought you could use a little cheer up!” His awkward smile made you internally sigh with admiration at him. He looked so handsome with the flush on his face, you couldn’t fight back a matching shy smile and gestured for him to come inside.

“Changbin you sweetheart I would love to have a girls night with you.” That sentence lead to where you are now, drunkenly cuddling up to your crush in matching fluffy robes and singing along to “Love is an Open Door.” from Frozen. “Binnie, you are such a Kristoff! You know that?” You giggled was the movie played on in the background, you couldn’t help but focus on his face as you leaned on his shoulder.

“Gee Y/N that’s such a compliment! He’s like the best character!”

“See that’s where you are wrong it’s obviously Olaf like helloooo he basically carries the story on his back!”

“I don’t think snowmen have backs?”

“You are so lucky you are cute because honey you surely aren’t serious right now.” You shushed his protests and gave him a look that told him not to argue with you. His breath caught in his chest as he was caught up in the sensation of you burrowing further into his hold as the movie played on.

Not even ten minutes later you look up at him, wine clouding your mind as you let another smile grace your face, “Bin? What Disney character am I most like?”

“Meg from Hercules, easily one of the best!” Without another prompt you both turned on the classic film’s soundtrack and sang your hearts out. As you both sang you pointed out his similarities to the namesake character and this oddly stuck with you, maybe your own Hunkules as the Muses would say was right in front of you? But like Meg you did not want to admit that you were in love, but come check the grin you are at least in the crushing stage.

As spring warmed into summer campaign season encroached like a tiger. This was when marketing and advertising was swamped with planning for the upcoming year, analyzing trends, looking at numbers. The office became everyone’s second home as the coffee machine was constantly being refilled with water and grounds, and the most busy people even brought sleeping mats to their desks. It was the chaos you found yourself thriving in, fielding calls, fixing printer jams, checking spreadsheets, you were at your prime in the fast paced rush of the workday. Busy seasons like the holidays and summers brought you some serenity as they were a distraction from your perpetual state of internal turmoil. You worked best under pressure as it cleansed your mind like a soft rain cleansed the earth.

One mild summer Friday you found yourself slumped over a bar counter, your third margarita of the night on its last dregs as you began to work yourself into another classic Y/N existential crisis. Iris as per usual by your side lamenting in her texts to Jeongin about how you needed to stop being so blind to the reality around you. A rough week of lost files, annoying clients, rude phone calls, etc. lead you two into the bar along with a few other coworkers. The rest of the crowd had left a bit ago to turn in for the night and your dear friend had sobered up and had turned into your babysitter as the alcohol turned off your usual cold front.

“Iris, I-UGH! I don’t know what to do, I like him genuinely but like he’s the complete opposite of me! There’s girls like Hana that make so much more sense. He’s gonna leave as soon as he realizes I’m a mess and I’m—”

“Y/N baby love with all due adoration and respect please shut the FUCK UP!” She bops you upside the head and laughs as you whine about how it hurt. “I gotta go gorgeous. I have brunch with my planner for Jeongin and I’s big day.” You pathetically nod and flag the bartender for another drink, then another, and one more until you’re cut off. Your drunk thoughts began to wander to how lucky your best friend was, she was engaged to her soulmate! Yet here you were drunkenly pining over a man who had gone out of his way to make you smile and laugh, but that’s just who he was; he was better suited for the more outgoing girl with fewer walls built around her heart.

A sigh left your lips as you stumbled toward the bar door, pulling out your phone to text the only person you knew wasn’t busy. Sadly for you it was the man you were lamenting over, Changbin.

Y/N: Binnnieeee mdrubk at thebrar! Can yougettmeeee!!!

BinBin: Oh God you’re wasted aren’t you? Send me your location princess. I'm on my way.

*Y/N began sharing location!*

Y/N: Thabj yuu BinBin lobe yoi!

In his apartment Changbin clutched his phone tighter to his chest. Lobe yoi filled his vision, he knew you meant to type “love you” which could be a platonic sign of affection but it could also mean you returned his feelings. As he gathered his keys with a new pep in his step and hope in his heart he hoped sober Y/N would admit the truth even if it broke his heart.

You slumped on a bench just outside the bar and waited for Changbin to pick you up. He has let you know he was about ten minutes away and to stay out under the street lamps so he could see you. You sat on your phone and had gotten comfortable on the bench, that was until a group of drunken twenty-somethings crossed your path and set their sights on you.

“Hey gorgeous! What’s ya name?” One called out as he swaggered towards you. You saw the soju bottle in his hands and glowered at his arrogant approach. You hated drunken entitled men more than you hated how the interns jammed the printers every day.

“What’s it to ya?” You spit out and looked at your phone, Changbin was about three minutes away according to his last text from a red light.

“Well my friends and I hate the idea of a beautiful lady such as yourself out here in these dangerous streets alone! Join us for some ramen honey!” He smirked and held his hand out towards you. You were growing more annoyed by the second and just flipped him off and told him to get lost. His smirk changed to a sneer as he grasped your wrist and tugged you upwards to stand in front of him. His friends began to circle in around you. “You really should be kinder to strangers sweetheart, you’re playing a dangerous game.” You sobered up and began to panic when you heard a car door slam shut behind you. Your worst fear of being kidnapped was about to come true, you scrambled for your phone and bag as the men grew closer. Your heart pounded with a roar of blood flow flooding your ears.

“Y/N! Baby I was so worried!” Changbin’s voice brought a wave of comfort over you as he wrenched your wrist from the other male’s grip. Your head whipped toward him and tears flooded your eyes. He wrapped his arms around you and placed a comforting kiss on your temple. “Play along.” He whispered into your hair. “Don’t run off like that again angel, you had me worried sick! I know the cat outside the bar was cute but we don’t just go off to pet it.” You glare at him with an expression that screamed “are you fucking kidding me?” but chose to stamp your foot and begin sadly playing along.You wanted to kick his shin and curse him out. Instead you acted like the ditzy girlfriend to the caring and cautious boyfriend Changbin portrayed to the group of leering drunk men. The group of men tried to make some derogatory remarks about you being out for the taking but Changbin subtly flexed as he grabbed your waist to hold you close as he played the role of comforting boyfriend. As soon as the group of men had wandered off he brought you to the car and made sure you were unharmed. He buckled you in, wiped the tears that had unknowingly fallen from your eyes. He reached across the console of the car and smiled at you as you put some music on the radio and sent him a thankful smile. It took several assurances that you were alright before he began to drive toward your apartment building.

“Y/Nnie, would you like some food before I get you home?” He asks over the music filling in as background noise to the ride home. You nod and demand the most comforting meal of all, McDonalds. Soon enough a bag is housed on the console between you both as you split nuggets, fries, and sodas. You start to sober up and feel a grin crossing your features as you look at him. You can’t help but notice how your heart thumps against your chest, how you smile every time he’s near, the curve of his jaw, his nose bridge, his petal shaped lips, his twinkling eyes, just how beautiful he is.

“Do I have french fry on my face?” He asked with genuine concern.

“Oh no! You’re just so pretty.” You slap a hand over your lips and he chuckles at your embarrassment. “I said that out loud didn’t I”

“You did beautiful girl, you did just say that outloud.” He waggled his eyebrows toward you trying to defuse the tension.

“Beautiful girl? Me? Huh?” You point to yourself and give him a look of astonishment and shake your head. “You sure you’re not the drunk one Bin?”

“I am as sober as ever. Now my angel, let's try this all again tomorrow when you are sober, if you mean what you said I’ll take you on the best date of your life.” He smiles and escorts you to your door, refusing to leave until you give him a playful glare filled kiss on the cheek.

The following morning you find yourself spending time on your daily routine, and spending more time on your makeup and hair than you usually would. One call from Changbin later and you are sitting at a table mimosa in hand, blushing at every single compliment he gives you. He cleans the whole secret admirer debacle and house and really just wanted a chance to get to know you beyond your mutual friendship with Iris and work environment. Soon enough brunch turns into lunch, turns into dinner, and it was only when your very irritated waiter informs you both that the restaurant is about to close that you finally leave. The two of you continue to go on similar dates where they seem to last forever. All the while Iris is delighted that you have finally found some sort of happiness. You and your resident Hercules become sort of a powerhouse couple among your coworkers, your scary glares work well to defend your work family from irrational clients and Changbin’s angelic smile does well to ease these clients into a proper meeting dynamic. Your dichotomy of your begrudging smiles and his over the top declarations of adoration make those around you chuckle. Iris and Jeongin couldn’t help but smile at the two of you, knowing their friends had found their perfect match. Unfortunately for your bosses though, Changbin was less apt to complete his work insisting he was now your assistant and was “helping” you but in reality he would lean over your shoulder and admire you as you worked.

But, for what it’s worth at least out loud you would say you were in love. Your hero didn’t need to slay a hydra to win your heart nor did he have to pull you from the River Styx he just had to be himself and help you break down your walls.

The End

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[second-nameless-user]

Stray Kids ✨MASTERLIST✨

🫧🫧OT8🫧🫧

A painful Loss | angst then fluff | It hurts losing someone, especially when you just saw them yesterday

Skzoo Family | Just a cute little story where my Stray Kids insert gets their own Skzoo character after the members notice his reaction to theirs being onstage at the FanMeet.

Harsh Reality | SKZ x Male, Video style | A fan treats Chan’s little brother harshly

Everything will be Alright | Vampire Poly!Straykids x Human Male | Male is turned, Hostage situation, Blood, Chan and Changbin being pissed, Barely mentioned Abuse of Minho, Angst but Fluff at the end

Forgotten | Stray Kids x Male Character | After seeing his father he thought everything would be fine...

🫧🫧Individuals🫧🫧

✨ Bang Chan 🐺 방찬

You Need a Break | Bang Chan x Male | Chan tried to hide it, but he’s tired.

✨Lee Know 🐰 리노

⋆˙⟡𖦹Nothing Yet𖦹⟡˙⋆

✨Seo Changbin 🐷 서창빈

⋆˙⟡𖦹Nothing Yet𖦹⟡˙⋆

✨Hwang Hyunjin 🥟 황현진

Twins | Hyunjin x Sister!Character | Some fluff with the Hwang Siblings

✨Han Jisung 🐿️ 한지성

⋆˙⟡𖦹Nothing Yet𖦹⟡˙⋆

✨Lee Felix 🐥 이필릭스

⋆˙⟡𖦹Nothing Yet𖦹⟡˙⋆

✨Kim Seungmin 🐶 김승민

⋆˙⟡𖦹Nothing Yet𖦹⟡˙⋆

✨I.N 🦊 아이엔

⋆˙⟡𖦹Nothing Yet𖦹⟡˙⋆

🫧🫧Short Works🫧🫧

Spa Day | Stray Kids

Cupcake | Stray Kids Jeongin

18+ works below

Winter Vacation | Hyunjin x Dom!male (KiHyun)

Poly!SKZ, Teasing, Video chat, handjob

Doms: KiHyun, Chan, Changbin, Minho

Subs: Hyunjin, Felix, Seungmin, Han, Jeongin

Quick Thought

Bang Chan Quick thought

First time using you/your writing style

[tadashisdisaster]

┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ Master List 📁📎

‗ ❍ Haikyuu 🩹

Miya Osamu X reader Osamu closes his Onigiri shop with you…(this contains smut)

Feelers - Haikyuu men X reader They just love you so much…. (This contains heavy smut)

Dad Suna Rintaro X reader Doesn’t hurt to have a kid or 2…? (This contains fluff & mild smut)

‗ ❍ Random head cannons ⭐️

Mornings Spend the morning with your favorite person (this contains fluff + pet names)

Tiny Town Go Christmas shopping with your s/o… (this contains fluff)

Golden Hour Xavier Thrope X reader Golden hour is Xavier’s favorite time of day, especially now, the light coming through the window made the sweat on your chest sparkle… (this contains smut)

Name calling in bed. Favorite character/male k-pop bias x reader The title says it all….(this contains smut)

‗ ❍ Jujitsu Kaisen 🦖

Roommate Gojo Satoru X Reader Does your roommate really annoy you that much? (This contains smut)

Roomate Gojo Satoru X reader Can we really be like this? What do we even call… us? (This contains smut)

‗ ❍ Series 🛹

WIP Danny phantom. exe X reader Who were you trying to impress with that mini skirt of yours? (This contains smut)

Birlap Arny X reader I like you. I’ve liked you for a really long time… do you feel the same? (This contains fluff, smut, alcohol consumption)

‗ ❍ Skz - Stray Kids 🍔

8 letters - Han Jisung x reader Late night studying is causing a lot of stress for the both of you… (this contains smut)

Dancing in the Dark - Christopher Chahn Bahng (Bangchan) X reader It’s been too long. I missed you so much… (this contains heavy smut)

Getting Caught- Felix & Hyunjin X reader Lock your doors next time, you don’t want an extra set of eyes watching you guys fuck… (this contains heavy smut)

Dad Time - Bang Chan & Lee Know X reader These boys as dads. This makes you wanna cry… (This contains tooth rotting fluff)

Sing to You - Hwang Hyunjin X reader Hyunjin loves Art, your voice and you on his table where you and him can make an art piece together… (This contains smut)

Hesitations - Hwang Hyunjin X thick curvy reader He loves all your curves, especially dat ass… (This contains smut)

My Princess - Hwang Hyunjin X reader Let him take care of you. You are his princess after all…(this contains heavy smut)

Little Cotten Tail - Seungmin X Hybrid (bunny) reader He wants mini hybrid bunnies. A couple of rounds or 2 will suffice…(this contains heavy smut)

Sweet thing - Bang chan x reader Make up sex with daddy Chan…(this contains smut)

Baby - Jeongin x reader Eating you out under the table during a live…(this contains smut)

I’m sorry I love you…-Any Stray Kids member x reader He loves you but you don’t love him back…(this contains angst)

© Tadashisdisaster 2020/2023 ~ Please do not copy or use any of my posted work. Anyone caught doing so will be blocked and or reported depending on the act.

[yoonjiwonsstuff]

Shower Surprise

After an exhausting day filled with intense dance practice sessions that had left everyone drained yet satisfied with their progress, the group finally returned to their dorm. With the other members occupied elsewhere in the living space, Jiwon felt like he had the bathroom and the warm embrace of a hot shower all to himself. The cascading warm water seemed to wash away the fatigue and tension from his body, and he closed his eyes to fully immerse himself in the soothing experience.

As the tension in his muscles began to melt away, Jiwon couldn’t resist humming a soft melody, his calm voice filling the bathroom. It was a rare moment of solitude and relaxation that he cherished, especially as the newest member of the group.

Little did Jiwon know that his moment of privacy was about to take an unexpected turn. Unbeknownst to him, the bathroom door had silently creaked open, and one of his fellow members, Minho, had entered without a second thought. Minho, always nonchalant and accustomed to the camaraderie among the group, strolled into the bathroom as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Hey, Jiwon," Minho began casually, his voice echoing in the tiled space, "did you happen to see my-"

Before Minho could even finish his sentence, Jiwon let out a high-pitched scream, reaching a note that no one knew he was capable of hitting. It was a startled sound that even startled himself. In a split second, he covered his private areas with his hands, his face turning several shades of red as embarrassment washed over him.

"…Hairbrush," Minho finished his sentence, blinking in surprise by the unexpected reaction.

Realization hit Jiwon like a tidal wave, and his face flushed an even deeper shade of crimson. "Hyung!" he squeaked, his voice cracking in embarrassment. Still clutching his hands to his chest, he sputtered incoherently, his face contorted with a mixture of shock and embarrassment. "Wh-what are you doing here, Minho-hyung?" he finally managed to stammer out, his voice trembling.

Minho shrugged nonchalantly. "I couldn't find my hairbrush, and I thought it might be in here." He then spotted the hairbrush right where he expected it to be and casually picked it up. "Oh, there it is."

"Hyung, I'm naked!" Jiwon interrupted, his eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. His hands remained firmly in place, covering his modesty, as he tried to make sense of the unexpected situation.

Minho couldn't help but chuckle at Jiwon's mortified state. "Well, yeah, I can see that," he replied in a nonchalant manner, as if they were discussing the weather. "I mean, it's a shower, after all."

Meanwhile, the commotion had not gone unnoticed by the other members, who had heard Jiwon's scream and were now gathering around the bathroom door, their curiosity piqued. Felix couldn't help but chuckle as he joined in, saying, "What's going on in here? Did Jiwon see a ghost or something?"

Added Changbin with a mischievous grin, "Or maybe he's just practicing his high notes for the next comeback?"

Jisung, the master of cheeky remarks, couldn't resist joining in. "Wow, Wony, can you do that high note again? Maybe we should add it to our next song."

Seungmin noticing all the commotion, trying to hold back his laughter, chimed in "Yeah, you're like a natural soprano!"

Hyunjin, with an amused smirk, commented, "Well, this is an interesting new way to practice, isn't it?"

Jiwon buried his face in his small hands, whining, not quite sure how to handle the situation. The bathroom had suddenly become the center of attention, and Jiwon felt exposed in more ways than one. "Hyungs, please, I need some privacy."

Minho finally relented, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Relax, Jiwon. We've all seen each other in various states of undress before. It's not a big deal."

"Yeah, Jiwonnie, it's like a bonding experience. You're officially part of the club now." Felix teased, excitedly.

Despite his embarrassment, the maknae couldn't help but let out a nervous small laugh. "I guess so," he mumbled, still not entirely comfortable with the situation.

Bangchan, trying to play the responsible one, said, "Alright, everyone, let's give our maknae here some privacy."

Jeongin, who had joined the mess, couldn't resist a sly comment. "Maybe next time, won-ah, you should lock the door."

Jiwon, now thoroughly embarrassed, wished the floor would swallow him whole. He hadn't expected his private moment to turn into such a chaotic scene. He muttered under his breath when everyone finally left, "I'm going to hide forever."

[kevcanwait]

Kai Finds Something Down Under

This is my first actually detailed smut, be kind 😅

Topics: Blowjob (K and BC receive), I don’t know what else to put, pls let me know if there’s something specific I missed pls.

Kai woke up feeling great, ready to learn from others' lead.

He promptly gets out of bed as soon as his alarm goes off, quickly making his bed. He can't help but smile slightly as he places his WolfChan plush and Dweakki on his pillow before checking his phone.

He's already receiving messages from a few others and his new manager, who informed him that a car would be arriving outside his dorm to pick him up.

Locking his phone, he grins to himself, still not believing the fact he’s in a group, a big group nonetheless so he’s also a little bit nervous.

As he enters his bedroom, he puts his phone down on the soft bedspread and walks towards the closet. He wants to dress to impress, but comfort is just as important to him. After giving it some thought, he decides to go for a trendy yet effortless look. He picks a pair of stylish bleach-spotted ripped jeans and pairs them with his favorite blue tie-dye shirt. To stay warm in the chilly weather, he adds a cozy baby blue hoodie and layers it with a sleek leather jacket. He takes a final glance in the mirror and feels confident that he looks great in his well-coordinated outfit.

He finishes off his outfit with a pair of blue high-top sneakers adorned with red flower embroidery, adding a pop of color to his look. After hopping off his bed, he reaches for his trusty cross-body bag, which is adorned with a WolfChan keychain. He carefully places his phone, charging pack, chapstick, and other essentials inside, including a small pill container for emergencies and a couple of fidget rings. He also takes great care to include his lucky (G)-idle Soyeon photocard, which he never leaves behind.

As his mind drifts away, a familiar tune emanates from his phone, indicating an incoming message. He glances at the screen and notices that it's from his manager, who kindly reminds him that he's patiently waiting in the car parked downstairs.

As he emerged from his room, he couldn't help but question himself, "Did it really take me a whole hour to get ready?" He quickly brushed off his self-doubt, waved goodbye to his fellow trainee in the dorm, and made his way downstairs towards the van that would take him to his destination.

"Hello, sir," Kai greeted the older gentleman. "Hey Kai, how do you feel? You got out here awfully quick," the gentleman replied. "Uh, a bit jittery and excited. To be honest, I'm scared as well," Kai confessed. "You'll be great. You look good too. This outfit style fits you well," the gentleman complimented. Kai blushed slightly and scratched his cheek. "Thank you, sir," he replied.

As Kai sat next to the manager, he couldn't help but feel nervous. The manager noticed Kai's trembling hands and decided to strike up a conversation to ease his nerves. He made small talk about the weather, the office, and other trivial topics while maintaining eye contact with Kai. Despite his anxiety, Kai appreciated the manager's effort and began to relax as they chatted.

Upon arriving at the building, the manager places a reassuring hand on Kai's shoulder and guides him inside with a smile.

They took an elevator to a couple of floors up, and then stopped in front of a door. "We will be meeting together in the dorm. The four guys who live here should be back soon from the company. I'm going to get the other four boys, and then you can finally meet them. Are you okay with that?" He asked as he unlocked the door. Kai let out a shuddery breath.

"Um, yeah, meeting my idols and inspirations makes me a bit nervous, but I think I'll be okay," stuttered Kai. The manager smiled and patted his head reassuringly. "Don't worry, you'll be just fine. From what I've learned, you're just like them," he said with a nod before walking away.

Kai stepped hesitantly into the unlocked dorm and found it a bit messy, but not an eyesore.

He was instructed to wait, but being alone, he didn't know what to do with himself.

He sits awkwardly on the couch, panicking and holding his stomach, the nervous bubbles brewing inside making him sick, but he knows it's just anxiety and nervousness.

As he hears a thumping sound on the nearby wall, he jumps and turns towards it to ensure that he is just imagining things and there is no one present. He doesn't feel mentally and physically prepared to face any of them without the presence of the manager.

As he heard the sound again, he stood up slowly and cautiously walked to the end of the hall. He listened closely, wondering if the dorm wasn't empty and someone was present. His gut told him to ignore it, but he couldn't shake the feeling that one of the boys who lived there might need help. However, he didn't want to just barge into their room, and knocking felt awkward.

He reaches the center of the hallway and pauses, listening to a sound emanating from his left. He notices that one of the doors is ajar.

He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t resist his curiosity, so he peeks through the slightly open door. The door opens to the right, revealing a wall and part of a closet.

Kai could hear two voices coming from inside the room, but he couldn't recognize who they were. He decided to ignore them and stay hidden. Suddenly, two figures appeared near the slightly open door, directly in front of Kai's sight. If they looked over, they would easily spot Kai.

He covered his mouth with his hand as his eyes widened and he trembled.

He now saw clearly that Bang Chan had pinned Lee Felix to the wall. Felix’s eyes were closed and his mouth opened wide as Chan was buried in the other's neck.

Kai observed the older male biting his neck and realized they weren't just kissing.

Kai was watching them fuck on the wall.

Kai blushed brightly and averted his gaze, moving away from the open door to stand against the wall. He kept his hand over his mouth, out of sight.

What the fuck just happened? Are they doing what he thinks he saw?

Felix was in the middle of a moan when he choked on a gasp as Chan bit him hard and stuttered, "Ah! H-Hyung, M-Manager-nim said he's bringing the..." Before he could finish, he was interrupted by a gasp. "T-The new guy here soon," he continued. Chan, who was listening patiently, replied, "Yes, that's exactly what he said. He mentioned that the new member would arrive shortly. So, let me finish what I started." it sounded like he was still kissing the younger's neck.

He stood still, gazing down at the floor in front of him, trembling but not taking a step.

Why are you not moving? You are not supposed to be here! You should not be listening to this!

Kai remained frozen as his eyes fixated on the keychain attached to his bag, the realization hitting him as hard as a bus.

Chan is fucking Felix…

Holy Shit, Chan is fucking Felix?!?!

His face turns red and he steps back in fear when the floor creaks beneath his feet.

“What was that?” He heard Felix whine, assuming Chan stopped moving.

“I don't know," he hears him mumble. Then he calls out, "Is someone there?

Kai's eyes were fixated on the rug lying in front of him. He felt a surge of panic rising within him and struggled to control his heavy breathing. His hand was still clasped over his mouth as if trying to hold back from making any noise. Despite his best efforts to calm down, his heart was pounding loudly in his chest, making it hard for him to think straight.

As he utters a shaky "Hello?", his body tenses up and his eyes dart around the room frantically. Gradually, he regains his composure and straightens up, taking a deep breath. A wave of relief washes over him as he realizes that Chan didn't peek out into the hallway to see him. His chest loosens up and he feels a sense of calm settling in.

He hears Felix release a muffled gasp. The dancer looking at Chan with wide eyes when he didn’t recognize the voice. “Who are you? When did you get here?”

To say the situation didn’t spur Chan on would be a lie as he moved slightly and Felix smacked him. “Uh… I-I’m MinLee Kai…Y-Your group's new member. U-Uh, Y-Your manager j-just dropped m-me off.”

A strangled moan melting into a gasp had Kai’s eyes widen. Are they still going? While I’m talking to them??

Chan smiled and dropped his head to Felix’s shoulder who wrapped his arms around the older male's neck tightly as spurts of cum get on both their abdomens and drip down his length.

Kai's voice trembled as he spoke, "A-Are you guys Okay?" His eyes darted around the room, searching for any signs of movement. He realized he had made a mistake by using the phrase "you guys" when Chan was the only one who had spoken so far. He felt his heart race as he asked, "How do you know if there's someone else here?" Panic set in, and Kai's mind raced as he contemplated his next move. He knew he was in trouble and he had no idea what to do next.

“Come here.” “W-What?” “You saw, didn’t you?” “S-Saw what? I-I just got here.”

In the middle of their conversation, they were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the front door creaking open. Startled, he immediately turned around to investigate and noticed that the door to the room the two were in had been shut. The suddenness of the interruption left Kai feeling awkward. Did Chan seriously ask him to join?

“Kai? Oh, there you are. What are you doing down there?” The manager asks as Kai watches the other guys walk in. “U-Um, s-sorry, I was curious of what the rest of-of the place looked. I-I’m sorry if I over stepped.” Kai stuttered heavily and he saw what looked like a look of sympathy from Jisung.

“It’s okay. Come, let’s sit on the couch, I couldn’t find Chan and Felix though, you boys know where they are?” They shake their heads as Kai sits on the other long portion of the couch with the manager.

Suddenly both of them walk out from down the hall and Kai looks up from his hands, making eye contact with Chan before lookin at his hands.

He could see his eyes were still glossed over with a strong emotion as he sat closest to Kai, they sat in age order and Kai’s nervousness grew tenfold. He’s sitting with his inspiration but he also just saw Chan and Felix.

His mouth suddenly became dry and his breathing picked up. He was overwhelmed, thinking of everything and nothing, he was scared.

Even though eye contact with him was weird, he looked at Chan who wore an expression of concern. “Are you okay?” he saw his lips move and looked around to see the others expressions.

“W-Where’s the bathroom?” The manager placed a hand on his shoulder and pointed across from them. Kai got up and ran to the bathroom, shutting the door closed and leaning against it before sinking to sit on his heels.

He’s panicking, freaking out, nothing is processing, he’s overwhelmed.

A knock cuts through his thoughts and he hears Jisung. “Kai?” He inhales shakily and chokes out a reply. “I think I know what you’re going through and I’m sorry.” “W-Why are you a-apologizing?” “I-I just feel bad that you got to this point. I don’t know exactly what got you this way but it’s okay. I heard you know us so you should know we won’t hurt you, you know that right?”

Yeah, they were his comfort, the people he watched when he had a bad day, a bad practice, they cheered him up.

He stood up and opened the door, wiping his eyes and being greeted by a smiling Jisung who slowly opens his arms.

Kai shyly walks into them and hugs him back. His thoughts slow down and he relaxes into Jisung’s shoulder where his head sat. “I never thought I’d get a hug from any of you in my life.” He chuckles softly as he pulls back.

He walks back to sit next to the manager again, he looks at Chan, freezing slightly before apologizing. A barely noticeable wink from Chan before he said it was okay had Kai internally jump in his skin. He knows Kai thought as they carried on with getting to know Kai more.

—-

After introductions and Kai learning more about the boys, learning more than Stays have ever known, they realize they talked well into the night.

Although they have drivers, they didn’t want Kai to go alone, already grown to liking the male. They’ve learned he’s older than Changbin but younger than Minho.

He goes to go to the front door with the manager when he’s stopped. “Do you want to stay in one of our dorms? You’re fun to be around and I wanna know more about you.” Jisung asked as he held his arm.

“It’s okay, Kai. Do you want me to get clothes from your roommate or?” “No, I’m fine with my hoodie and jeans.” “Nonsense, I have extra sweats.” “Oh, I-I don’t…” He went to turn to Chan but he was already back to his room.

“Have a good night. Good night boys.” Variations of ‘good night sir’ came from the others when Chan came back.

“I-I appreciate the sweats but…” “What’s wrong?” “I-It’s embarrassing…” “Embarrassing?” “I-I’m… commando…under these…th-that’s w-why I denied the clothes, I thought it was inappropriate so I was just gonna deal with the jeans since w-we just met a-and I just feel awkward…uh, not wearing anything…with your clothes…”

After Kai’s embarrassing rant, all Chan does is smile before lowering the waist band of his own pants. “Just so you know cause you’ll learn at some point, most of us are commando when we’re dressed for sleep.” “I-I…th-that’s crazy to know now but I just feel wrong.”

Kai goes to push the sweats back to Chan but he insists. “It’s okay, I promise.” He says again and the blonde watches Chan give him a stern look but shocks Chan when the older sees that it didn’t work. Is Kai like him?

“Fine…Only cause my zipper is sharp...” he mutters and takes the clothing to the bathroom.

He does his business and puts the sweat pants on, a little bit jittery that he’s wearing his biases clothing. Inside his fanboying so hard and he’s honestly so happy to be given this opportunity.

He leaves the bathroom, asking where he can put his jeans before Chan once again offers and takes them to the laundry room then comes back out with a pillow a blanket.

“If it’s okay, you can sleep on the couch. Thought it might be awkward to suggest rooming with one of us.” Kai smiles and takes both objects and sets them next to him. “Thank you.”

Chan sat on his other side and stayed there. Even as the other members left for their rooms or the Maknae’s and Minho went to their dorm to go to bed.

Kai had laid down at some point with the pillow he was given and dozed off to a video on his phone.

He could still hear the tv and other noises as he imagined things in the void behind his eyelids.

His small dreams were interrupted when he heard whispering. “H-Hyung- Chan, No, he’s right there.” When did Felix come back? What were they doing?

“I swear he was there earlier with us, the only difference is that he’s next to us.” Chan said as he continued to kiss Felix’s neck and bring him closer. “That’s the problem. He shouldn’t know about us.” Us? Is it just them or all of them?

“He’ll find out eventually. Some of us can’t go five hours without needing some stimulation.” Chan mutters into the dancers neck. “Wanna know something?” “What now?” “Kai told me that he was commando under his jeans.” “Okay, and?” “He’s currently only wearing my sweats.” Chan smirks as he finally gets Felix in his lap and kisses his cheek.

“Really?” He asked curiously. “Yeah, why don’t you see for yourself.” “What?!” He whispered, staring at Chan in shock that he’d even suggest it. “Chan, you crazy?! He just got here.” Kai moves to lay on his back. He’s yelling at himself for even thinking about moving but honestly the thought has crossed his mind, I mean, come on…

Stray Kids is fucking attractive.

“Aw, look. He’s presenting himself.” “Cunt, he’s moving to get more comfortable. He’s asleep, idiot.” “Come on, Lix.” Chan kissed his cheek, his hands rubbing up his sides softly when footsteps were heard and Jisung appears, a little groggy. “If you do anything, be as quiet as possible.” “Of course, Sungie.” Chan says with a smile and the rapper nods, not completely coherent as he goes back to his room.

Jisung knows what’s going on?

He suddenly has the urge to jerk when he feels a hand at the hem of his hoodie and it gets raised up. Light fingers graze his toned stomach before going to his waistband. “That’s it, Lix.”

Felix huffs and gets off his lap, shoving him away as he giggles and watches the boy settle at a better angle to sit on his heels and hesitantly pull down the waist band and expose Kai who resisted the urge to react and continue to act asleep.

“H-He’s already half hard…” Felix mutters and reaches his finger up to drag it from the tip to the base, his dick twitching slightly.

“Go on, Felix. Have fun with the newbie.” Chan said in a smooth casual tone as he leaned back and watched him wrap a hand around Kai from over Felix’s shoulder and the younger took the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip before going over the slit and back to licking.

“That’s it, good Lixie.” Chan praised and got up behind Felix. Felix pulled off the tip and looked at his hand. “Shit, he’s big.” “How big?” “M-More than…all of us…Fuck.” “Really?” Chan asked shocked as he combed his hand through Felix’s hair.

Kai’s breath hitched when Felix went back on and further then his tip, trying to fit as much as he could. “Aw, look.” Felix didn’t pull off but looked up to see Kai’s chest rising and falling rapidly. Felix exhaled slowly through his nose before slowly sinking further down, a triumphant whine mixed with a moan escaping him when he managed to take all of Kai in and his nose reached his pelvis.

“Good Job, Lixie. Who would’ve thought you could still take a new cock.” He hums and rubs against the couch below him.

Felix adjusted a bit before finally moving his head up and down. Kai tried to be faking sleep a little longer before he let out a breathy grunt and opened his eyes, looking down at Felix before looking at Chan who smirked. “Look who’s awake.” “F-Fuck.” He sighs and puts his head back on the pillow. His hands twitching next to him before his right hand was grabbed by Chan and placed on Felix’s head.

“It’s okay.” Chan reassured and Kai pants slightly, staring at Chan for a moment before grunting, slowly moving to lean back on his left elbow and grip the dancers hair after combing his fingers though it to grab the long stands a pull him closer.

“Fuck…ing hell…I-I don’t know w-what’s ha-happening but a-as a fan, I-I’m freaking out, ah shit!” Felix has his eyes closed, enjoying the cock resting heavily on his tongue as he licks a vein before moving to the slit. “Why’s that?” Chan smirks as he moves Felix to his knees and removes his shorts before removing his own sweats.

“M-My b-bias wrecker is…” He’s cut off with a whine before he grips Felix’s hair tighter, pulling him impossibly closer. “Fuuck~ swallowing my dick, how else am I-I supposed to react?” He pants and almost falls backwards off his arm when Felix digs his nails into Kai’s legs, constricting his throat which squeezes around his tip.

“Who’s your bias?” Kai smirks, he voice suddenly a stark smoothness as he holds Felix’s head down and his eyes stare directly into Chan’s eyes. “Looks like he’s about to fuck the wrecker.”

Chan laughs and enters Felix, leaning over him and pushing his back down. “Usually your place is taken by one of the others but look at his throat.” Chan wraps a hand around Felix’s neck and can feel it bulging, his comment going unheard by Kai as he exhales sharply and throws his head back. “I can feel you through it.” He squeezes his neck slightly and Chan groans, feeling Kai’s dick a little more from the outside and the male can feel the squeeze on his end too.

“I-Is he the only one?” Kai asked and Felix was feeling dizzy. “Shit.” Felix whines and tightened his throat. “Does he always act like this when he’s ignored?” “Yeah, but someday you should feel how he reacts from this end. Maybe even tonight.” Kai moans quietly and throws his head back again. “And no, if you like his, just wait for Hyunjin’s.”

“Oh fuck.” Kai whimpers loudly over Chan speaking and holds Felix’s head from bobbing and shoots down his throat. “Take it, Lix. Don’t stop.” Chan said as he himself went faster, hitting all the right spots in Felix as he pulled off of Kai and rested his cheek on his thigh. “Ah~ Ah~ H-Hyung, G-Gonna- ngh~ Please, I wanna c-cum please.” Kai thought he was just asking in general before Chan gripped his hair and made Felix look at Kai.

His eyes were filled with tears and his face flushed red, Kai always thought his freckles were cute but add the lewd look on his face, his tongue hanging out and saliva all over his mouth almost had Kai wanting to cum again. “I don’t know, Kai. Should he cum?” Kai looked back up to the older male with a shocked expression. “You go dom, right?” He grinned and stopped thrusting into Felix who whines. “P-Please~ K-Kai…” Felix begs breathlessly and Kai can’t take it.

“Fuck…No, I kinda wanna see how long he can go.” Chan smiles and pulls out of Felix who whines, it almost sounding like he’d start crying. “No…” He weakly protests, in this state, Kai finds his accent even more attractive.

“Wanna know more about Lixie?” Kai thoughtlessly nods and Chan reached forward, a hand going to the front of his neck as he pulls him up to sit back on Chan lap. Kai has to be dreaming, there’s no way in hell that his favorite members of his favorite group are currently in front of him, Chan holding Felix up by his neck, both half naked, with Chan’s free hand resting on Felix’s hip and Felix’s hands were clinging to Chan’s wrists.

“Hell, never thought I’d be in this position.” Felix stayed staring at the ceiling while catching his breath, leaning his head back against the closest part of Chan near him which was his shoulder. “Like it?” “U-Uh, Y-yeah…Yeah, I actually do…” Kai panted and laid back down for a moment as his chest slowed down to a less rapid speed.

“Kai.” Chan muttered and the blonde looked up, moving back to one of his elbows as he pushes a hand through his hair. “Huh?” “Lix, why don’t you be a good kitty and ride Kai?” Chan whispered loud enough and Kai watched Felix shudder with a breathless moan.

Chan takes Kai’s hand a places it where his hand was, leaving Kai in charge of Felix now. Kai turns his wrist, making Felix follow as he sat up and had Felix sit with his back facing him. “Wow, you seem like a natural.” “A-Actually, I-I’m new to being a dom…none of my o-old partners were into it, although it was just two.”

“Well, you’re good. Got him in that position faster than i’ve ever seen.” “H-Hyungs~” Felix whines and Chan smirks. “Go ahead, Kai.” He said giddily as he stood up and moved in front of Felix. Kai rubbed the smaller males hips before guiding his tip to Felix’s hole before pulling him down slowly. “Put it all in, he can take it.” Chan said before noticing his hesitance and pushing on Felix’s shoulders to make him sink all the way down in one move. “Shit, Kai is so big~ Ah~”

Felix leaned back against Kai with a content sigh and laced his hands with Kai’s to bring his arms to wrap around him. “Lix, I know you are trying to get comfortable but I want your mouth, lean forward again.” He huffs and throws his head back against Kai’s shoulder before letting go of his arms slight before leaning forward and looking up at Chan. “Cun- mm!” Felix was about to cuss at him when suddenly Chan shut him up with his cock. “You and that word, I swear.” Chan said through gritted teeth and clenched his fist in Felix’s hair when he playful bit him slightly. “D-Did he just-“ “Bite me? Yeah, he’s a twerp.” Chan replied and started using his throat.

Felix moved his hands to rest on Kai’s thighs that are between his own spread legs and gripped them, he was told to ride, so he will.

At first he rocked back and forth, feeling as yet another dick shaped him and stuffed him full. Chan was about to remind Felix when Kai beat him to the reins. “I thought Chan-Hyung said to ride me?” He said as he grabbed Felix’s hips and started thrusting right into the sensitive numb inside him that made him see stars.

His moans where interrupted with every thrust from both ends. Kai grabs his arms to pull them behind him as leverage for each thrust he’d pull Felix closer, going impossibly deeper. Suddenly he’s being pushed further down onto Kai and the cock in his throat goes deeper as Chan leaned over him, surprising Kai when he looks up from watching Felix bounce and his dick disapearing each time to suddenly be kissing Chan.

They don’t fight one another, their power equal as they make out and the both of them swallow each others noises when Kai yelps in shock and pulls away to look down when Felix stopped bouncing and Kai’s cock was all the way inside him, Felix clenched at being ignored and treated like nothing but a fuck thing apparently as he too came and tried his hardest to keep moving for Chan to finally release down his throat.

Felix pulls off of Chan and also most falls forward before Kai noticed, letting go of his arms to wrap an arm around his chest and around his stomach to pull him back and onto his chest.

“Felix?” Kai looked over him, his eyes were fluttering and soft moans escaped him as his hips rocked back and forth. “Ah, don’t- Hey…” Kai stutters, suddenly sensitive as he watched Chan lean closer to Felix.

“Lixie, bubby, come back.” Chan gently moves Felix to close his legs, Kai spreading his so Felix’s legs could sit comfortably between them as they pulled Felix back to reality.

Kai rubbed gentle circles onto the males abs and stomach under Felix’s soiled shirt, his thumb of his other hand moved back and forth softly over his collarbone. “Lixie, you there? You know where you are?” He closes his eyes and inhales deeply before practically melting back into Kai and releases a moan before panting.

“F-Felix?” Kai asks and he hums, turning his head into Kai’s neck. “Where are you?” “H-Home…” “You know who your with?” “Chan and Kai-Hyung…” He says breathlessly as he whines and tried to cuddle closer to Kai before he whines when he moves wrong, Kai still nestled inside him.

“Can I touch you, Kai? To help?” Chan asked and Kai deadpans. “Are you really asking that?” “Touché.” He said as Kai helped lift Felix and Chan slowly helped Kai out of Felix.

“Hold on.” Chan said suddenly when just his tip remains and he grabs his underwear and runs to his room, returning immediately after with a plug and removing Kai completely only to replace him with the plug as Felix whines and finally was able to freely move to curl into Kai’s chest while he looks at Chan with a questioning look he didn’t know he was giving. “He likes to be full.” He said casually.

“I know you were told that you could take the couch but you can go to Felix’s room if you’d like. Seems like he’s gonna cling to you tonight.” Chan smiles and helps to gently put Felix’s underwear back on and replace his messy shirt with his hoodie.

Kai tried to stand Felix up to dress himself as well but his legs were weak as he immediately fell into Chan’s arms who smiled and kissed the top of his head while Kai got his sweats back on.

Kai took the younger from Chan and picked him up, situating his legs around him and he was about to leave when Chan put a hand on his shoulder and turned him around to kiss him again deeply, playfully biting his lip before laughing and smiling at Kai as he walks next door to the other dorm, Felix burrowing further into Kai’s neck at the cold hallway and tightening his arms around his neck and whining out incoherent words.

Surprisingly, the other dorm is unlocked and his concern was answered when he saw Minho on the couch. “Finally, I can go to sleep without leaving the door unlocked.” He mutter but smiles at Felix in Kai’s arms. “He okay?” “Yeah. Exhausted but he’s okay.” “Why was the door open and your out here?” “I knew Felix hadn’t come back yet and whenever he’s over there, one of them bring him back. Didn’t know it was gonna be you though.” He’s making it sound like Felix just fell asleep at the other dorm. Is it just Felix and Chan? Do the others not know?

“I’m gonna go put him in his room. Goodnight, Minho.” “Goodnight, Kai.”

He follows Minho to the bedrooms and turns into the room Minho pointed to and he heart flutters when he sees Felix’s room is almost exactly how he pictured it to be. He walks over to the bed and moved the blanket to put Felix under them but he holds onto the other. “Stay…” He mumbles softly. “I am a stay.” Kai chuckles but moves to lay with him nonetheless as Felix whines and pulls him closer, grumbling at the cheesy joke before clinging to Kai.

He has no idea what just happened and how he got to this point but he’s surprisingly not surprised. He’s a bit prideful that he’s the only Stay the got to seem them like that.

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Holy Shit, He fucked Felix and Kissed Chan…and saw them naked…Damn…

Yay, First One with the members done. Honestly really proud, i’ve never written such detailed smut before. I hope you like it.

[absolutebl]

Feel free to ignore if it's not interesting for you, but since you're into kpop (at least a little?) are there any idols you wish you could see in a BL? Putting aside the reality that no decently famous (male) idol Would Ever of course. I dont even know anything about him besides his name but every time i see Jay from enhypen my brain immediately starts trying to cast him as like an arthit-esq BL character

You are going to get me into trouble. 

Top 10 Kpop Idol BL Fantasy Cast List

FANTASY people, this is not like likely to happen. I'm being ridiculous.

Jinyoung (GOT7) - my original bias, he got me from Kpop into Kdramas. I mean Devil Judge was close but, yeah. My number 1 pick without question.

Eunwoo (Astro) - who wouldn't want to watch the hottest man in the world kiss a boy? Although Moonbin is probably more likely.

Rowoon (SF9) - I love his ultra soft screen presence and I already watch everything he’s in. 

IM (Monsta X) - my bias, he's such a snarky shit and I love his pointy evil cat face, I think he'd be a GREAT tsundere character. 

Jungwon (Enhyphen) - what can I say I have a thing about cat-like humans, also so flipping adorable. 

Felix (Stray Kids) - of course it has to be him, I mean it probably could be Hyunjin but I highly doubt that boy can act. 

Seonghwa (Ateez) - he’s just so beautiful, but also I think Yunho is a pretty darn good actor, so he’s my second choice. 

Yuta (NCT) - I mean, come on, no question, there is a part of me that expects him to do like the next version of Old Fashion Cupcake in a decade or so after NCT disbands and he returns to Japan (baring a burn away). 

Johnny (NCT) - tall and flexible? What’s not to want on screen? He’d be a great cheeky flirty seme character. 

Jungwoo (NCT) - he looks like Taemin and he is possibly one of the prettiest drags I have ever seen, not sure he can act tho. (I'd put Taemin on this list but we all know he actually can't act, so... no.)

Sadly my ultimate bias Minhyuk of BTOB = also not a good actor. *tear*

Despite their dominance of the list, I am not a huge NCT fan but their selection/casting process apparently was the qualifier: “perfect for a BL.” There are several more in the supergroup that clearly would be great.  

I’m certainly missing some but I went with only major groups or existing actors or both. 

Oh and as I was reminded in the comments:

Sunghoon from Enhypen is obviously going to co star in the live action Yuri on Ice. Obviously. I brook no arguments on this matter. 

More?

Actual Kpop idols in BLs list is here.

BLs as k-pop groups

My K-pop Allegiance chart

I considered doing a proper post, but I think just a list is good enough. Don't tell the Kpop crazies, okay?

Speaking of, don’t follow me for Kpop content. This post and that list and a few others are all I’ve done. I love Kpop but this is not a blog about Kpop. 

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[jaemmphilia]

★ episode one: casual ★ || seo c.b

★ summary: changbin is called into his agency by his manager to come and look at a potential script for a mini-series that's a spinoff of the popular movie: don't say goodbye. he accepts the script immediately, not realizing who his co-star is until changbin sees him sitting at the table.

★ pairing: actor!changbin x actor!male!reader

★ warnings and rating: colorful language, reader and changbin have some history, enemies/idiots to lovers, (16+ rating), arguments, changbin calls the reader some mean names

★ word count: 1.8K (1810)

★ binnie's thoughts: welcome to the beginning of the paint me naked series! this is going to be a fun one, and i think i've postponed it long enough...

★ requested?: yes, thank you @goovultss and i'm so sorry it took so long for the first part to come out...

★ disclaimer: this fic in absolutely NO WAY represents changbin as a person. this fic is simply for entertainment purposes, so enjoy!

© triplejracha, 2023. please do not copy to any other platform.

★ series masterlist ★

Changbin is over the moon these days.

He’s at the top of his acting career, just like he’s always wanted. He’s constantly being invited to award shows and various celebrity parties (he was invited to world-famous actor Hwang Hyunjin’s recent birthday party, so he knows he’s made it to the big leagues.). He’s a humble guy, no doubt, but sometimes he can’t help but wonder how awesome he is as an actor. 

His career started when he was around three years old, and he was in a commercial advertising some sort of brand-new juice. He thought it was gross, but his mother told him she wasn’t going to listen to him whine about the fluid being nasty. He sucked it up and completed the commercial without any further fuss. Will he always remember that oddly specific taste so long as he still lives? Of course, but that’s not the point. Ever since then, he became popular, being cast in small roles, such as the child for a couple, or the younger version of the main character, the list goes on and on.

His roles only increased as he got older and his baby face morphed into one of a more mature type. His chubby cheeks remained, but he finally grew into his nose and eyes. He was then cast into more concrete roles with mature characters and themes. He was excited when he had to smoke a fake cigarette when he played Yoojeon, the secondary love interest and the most intimidating boy in school. 

But his success didn’t stop at acting, he was also chosen to walk down fashion runways, as well as appearing on the front of dozens of magazines boasting about his fast jump to fame. 

As Changbin is relaxing in his penthouse, flicking through endless channels as he shovels some chips into his mouth, his phone rings loudly. He sets the remote down and picks up his phone, the familiar contact name of his manager, coming to view. He immediately picks up, placing the phone up to his ear.

“Hey, kid. Got any plans today?” His manager asks, and Changbin tells the older man no. He had planned to hit the gym for a few hours, but that can wait until tomorrow. 

“Great. Come to my office, there’s a script here that’s calling your name.” The man says and Changbin wastes no time in jumping up and slipping on his shoes. His manager knows that Changbin would never turn down a script, he’s simply just high off on success. 

“I’m on my way right now! Did you send a car for me?” Changbin asks as he barrels down the stairs of his penthouse, nearly falling to his death. 

“Yes, it’s waiting at the front of your complex building. And please don’t rush down the stairs. You remember what happened last time.” The older man scolds. 

Oh, Changbin remembers it well. He was excited about a script reading and he misstepped on the stairs and fell straight down to the bottom, breaking his arm in the process. The broken arm led to him missing the opportunity to play the lead role in the movie he was going to be reading the script for. They gave the role to his worst enemy: Moon [Name]. 

Moon [Name] is the bane of Changbin’s existence. He’s snobby, egotistic, and contemptuous. Changbin hates his guts with his pretty face and great acting skills. Ugh, it drives Changbin up a wall just thinking about that asshole. Moon [Name] loves to make things into a competition, he’s always been like that. It’s always about who can get the better roles or who can accumulate the highest amount of sponsors for just a single role. 

If Changbin could drive, he would’ve hit [Name] with this car a long time ago. 

Once Changbin enters the building, he gets the rundown from his manager. His manager tells him the script is a spinoff of the hit movie “Don’t Say Goodbye” starring Han Jisung and Lee Minho. Changbin gets even more excited because he loves that movie. 

He remembers sitting in his penthouse sobbing like a baby because Jinhae (Jisung’s character) had died of some terminal illness without his summer lover, Yeohan (Minho’s character) knowing. He cried for days and days after watching the movie for the first time. He then proceeded to watch it six more times. He’s a hopeless romantic, cut him some slack. 

Knowing that the script is for the spinoff, he wonders if the characters will be the friend of Jinhae and the brother of Yeohan; Taesung and Yeohei. They were only mentioned a few times in the movie, and it was hinted that they were crushing on each other. Changbin also wonders which role he’ll get, will he be Taesung or Yeohei? If he were to choose, he would pick Taesung. Taesung sounds way cooler than Yeohei. 

Changbin arrives at the producer’s building, and he goes to the large meeting room his manager told him to go to. Changbin greets his manager outside the room, and he can’t help but notice the nervous look on the older man’s face. The way his eyes shift and refuse to look at Changbin.

“Hyung, what’s got you all worked up? Is your wife not speaking to you again?” Changbin jokes, but his manager only lets out a huff of a laugh in response. “Hold on, what’s going on? You always laugh at my jokes!” 

“I think it’s best if you walk into the room and see for yourself.” The older man says, his gaze still not meeting Changbin’s. Changbin is confused, his strong eyebrows furrowed as he pushes open the door to the meeting room.

When he enters, his gaze falls on a particular body in the room. The person looks up from his phone, his soft [EC] eyes staring straight into Changbin’s eyes. When the two of them realize who each other are, they both speak in unison:

“Oh, fuck no.”

It’s a few days after that unnecessarily aggressive encounter with [Name], and Changbin is not taking the role of Taesung. As much as he would love that role, he refuses to work with [Name]. Changbin’s manager is desperately trying to convince and bribe the young star to take the role, but Changbin isn’t listening. 

“Come on Changbin! This role could be huge for you! You’re already familiar with the storyline, and the director says your appearance fits Taesung’s character perfectly!” His manager cries out, the man slowly getting fed up with his bratty client. “It doesn’t get any more perfect than that!’

“I’ll take that role when [Name] is not my co-star,” Changbin says gruffly, letting out a puff of air as he lifts the heavy metal bar above his head, his bicep muscles tensing with strain. “You know how I feel about that fucking brat.” 

His manager huffs and rubs his temples, “Do you maybe, I don’t know, think you’re being dramatic?”

Changbin sets the metal bar on the hooks above him and he sits up, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He fixes his glare onto his manager, his plump bottom lip jutted out, which makes him less intimidating than he thinks. “Me? I’m not being dramatic! I just really hate that pretentious asshole!”

“Changbin, just think about the aftermath if you take this role. You would blow up, even more than you already have. You’re already at the top, but you can go higher.” His manager says to him, hoping those words of encouragement will give him the push he needs.

Changbin thinks about those words, the tension between his brows relaxing just a bit. If he takes the role, his fame would skyrocket, taking him higher than he already is right now. Maybe he should take the role, what if [Name] isn’t the same dickhead he remembers the male being? With a very dramatic sigh, he agrees to take the role. His manager immediately takes out his phone to call the director, leaving Changbin to resume his once-interrupted workout. 

It’s the first day of filming, and Changbin is pretty much vibrating with excitement. He spent the past three days memorizing his lines. He could barely sit still long enough for his makeup artist to complete his makeup. He was itching to film and he had not seen [Name] yet, so today was already faring to be a good one. 

That is, until [Name] showed up on set, his hair and makeup finished, his once [HC] hair now hidden under a black wig with purple streaks, the hairstyle in a shaggy cut. [Name] has a lip piercing, a silver ring straight down the middle of his plump, soft red colored lips. He’s wearing a fuzzy wine-red sweater with white cat paws littered around it hanging on his slimmer frame. Changbin tries not to stare for too long, but he has to admit that the piercing suits [Name] pretty well. A little too well, he might admit.

He turns his gaze away before he gets caught staring, and his makeup artist informs him that he’s done. She hands him a mirror, and Changbin barely recognizes himself. He has on green contacts, making his chocolatey brown eyes morph into a soft hazel color. They decided to keep his natural deep brown curls, feeling that they tied Taesung’s character together perfectly. His makeup artist placed a few small fake tattoos on his face, and he really likes how he looks. He feels like a badass motorcycle driver or the rebellious son of a mafia boss. 

“You look pretty good, Taesung.” A playful voice snaps him out of his little fantasy world. His face falls when he realizes [Name] is the one talking to him. Changbin hopes he didn’t get caught staring at his sworn enemy. [Name] is standing right in front of him, a cheeky smile on his face. Changbin wishes he could just slap that look off [Name]’s face. 

Changbin and [Name] barely managed to finish one scene together before they began arguing. The two are all up in each other’s faces, spitting hateful insults at each other. Their managers exchange a look, the two of them were already used to their client’s childish behavior by now. [Name]’s manager asks for a short break, even though filming had just started no less than five minutes ago. The director nods, not wanting to get in between the quarrel. Changbin’s manager pulls him away from [Name], but that doesn’t stop Changbin from calling the other male a stuck-up bitch.

“Changbin, what the hell were you two even arguing about?” His manager asks, handing him a water bottle, hoping it would calm the male down. 

Changbin angrily drinks the water before answering, “[Name] sai–” A pause. “You know what, I don’t even remember.”

Changbin’s manager groans. This was going to be a long filming process.

[aswho1estuff]

It’s like,

Totally Masterlist !

The way you move { ballerina! Black reader x step up Moose, opposites attract, art school, coming of age ish } ->

Two half’s of the same coin{gxg, p0c, popular reader x loser, plastic x plastic, mean girls but lesbo} ->

Queendom {kpop, idol au, girl group, p0c} ->

School of vanity{school of arts, populars x losers, in-crowd x out-crowd, popular girl x new girl, mean girl, p0c, teen movie character types/tropes}->

How to: lose a guy in 10 ways { Bestfriend! Black Reader x Rodrick, Mean girl! reader, the mean girl’s best friend, 2nd hbc, high school tropes, doawk rodrick, one sided}->

Thee other women { Older! Black Reader x NCT Jungwoo, cheating husband, revenge, older fem reader, inspired by "The Other Woman"} ->

Spy under coverz {Spy! Black Reader x Spy Wayv Yang Yang, enemies 2 lovers / coworkers 2 lovers, } ->

I love it, my designer {inspired by nct 127-designer, Designer! Photographer! Black Reader x Model! Actor! Stray Kids Hyunjin, failing marriage, cheating husband, cheating n general, older fem reader, forbidden trope}->

Faster {Black Reader x Racer! NCT Yuta, car racing, enemies to lovers}->

€ure 4 lov£ {Young Love? Male lead x Black Reader, zombie apocalypse, coming of age ish}->

The boys next door {older! Rixh! Black Reader x playboy bunnies! Ateez Seonghwa/ Nct Yuta/ TXT Yeonjun/ Stray Kids Felix, inspired by playboys “the girls next door”}->

A million views {good girl trope! Black Reader x Popular Mean! Male lead, battle of the bands ish, art school au, family feud}->

Extras:

a. A summer trip to:______ ___ _____-> {around the world/ black girl travel.}

B. Poem !$|n

c. I'm the _____ series {iconic black fem rappers! Insert x classic tropes! leads}

d. Alexa play ⏯️: __ {song inspired mini stories}

[strayed-quokka]

his last song || pt 6 || hwang hyunjin

» summary: it was your last year wherein a stroke of luck determined whether or not you could be sent to your likely death. and of course, the last year is when fate tries to play the cruellest game. for not only is it you, but your best friend’s name is caught in the hands of the woman selecting who’s to face their death. and not only that, but a certain career has his eyes set on you, and you doubt that’s a good thing.

» pairing: career hyunjin x district 10 reader ft. district 10 jisung & mentor minho (platonically)

» rating: 16+ for depictions of violence

» genre: hunger games au, fluff, angst, weak enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers, childhood friends to lovers, unrequited love

» warnings: mentions of violence, reader and jisung breakdown, minho is moody still (more than before), hyunjin keeps threatening reader with death, alcohol consumption

» words: 4,699

» previous chapter

» a/n: i have no excuse for why this took so long other than i’ve been doing really badly mentally. i’m really sorry. also this chapter tugs at my heartstrings so brace yourselves lmao... next chapter we finally move on to... well... the actual damn arena. only took 7 chapters (originally i only wanted it to take 5 chapters but i wanted to establish relationships between characters and that apparently took like... 50+ pages in my documents).

You were one step closer to your death. The thought wasn’t a peaceful one. It was turbulent, a chaotic melancholy tearing you apart every day as your heart wanted to give in to defeat. Yet you refused to let it. There was nothing you could change about what you’d already done, so you did your best to make peace with whatever results you may get from the gamemaker’s. 

If they’d wanted to punish you in death before the games, they would’ve done so by now. You could breathe. 

“I say a six. Maybe Jisung will push a seven. Right?” Minho looks between you both, Daehyeon on the couch with his sketchbook again and Seokhwa half asleep beside him. He looked gloomier today, or maybe he was just tired. You suppose you didn’t look much better, maybe even worse. 

Who were you kidding, you definitely looked worse next to someone as elegant as him. 

“I can never tell if you’re complimenting us or insulting us.”

“It’s a bit of both,” comes Daehyeon’s reply to Jisung, just as Ceasar appears on the TV, ready to give out the scores. 

“What do you think you’ll get?” Jisung whispers to you, hand on your knee to stop it from shaking up and down as you sit there. If you’re entirely honest, you have no idea what score you may get. All you presented to the gamemaker’s was a recklessness that could either be admired or hated. You didn’t see a grey area in how this could go. 

“Maybe… four?” though it’s more a question than an answer. 

“No, I’d guess a seven for her, maybe eight,” Seokhwa speaks up, now laying in his blue haired friends lap to rest whilst staring at the screen that is going through the district one career, a male who’s incredibly muscular and from what you remember when seeing him train, incredibly strong. 

“That’s generous. Especially from you,” Minho replies, finally taking his own seat. 

“Yeah,” Seokhwa looks at you then, a small smile on his lips as if he knows something more, “but I think she manages better than you think.”

There’s a lull, a short break in where no one speaks, if just from sheer surprise that he seems to think far more highly of you than even you would’ve expected.  

“How do you know what I think?” Minho’s eyes are colder, less impressed but the young man with peach coloured hair isn’t phased. Minho can’t intimidate him, at least you don’t think he can, and it’s something you wish you could mirror. 

“Don’t underestimate someone simply because you think they’re weaker than you,” he sits up, back straight as he looks at your mentor dead in the eye, “it may be your greatest mistake if you do.”

“A ten,” everyone’s attention moves from the two men in the room towards the TV, seeing Hyunjin with his score. It’s incredibly high, usually as high as it goes and whilst it’s a result that proves he’s someone you should stay clear from, it also makes you want to ask what he’d done to earn it. 

“Wonder what he did,” Jisung takes the words right from you, and then the waiting game begins. Minho is writing something down, you presume the scores and making mental notes of odds and tactics, and maybe you should rush to do the same. He’s not the one playing, yet out of everyone in the room, he behaves as if he is the most. 

“He scored higher than I would’ve thought,” it’s Daehyeon now, referring to district 5’s male, maybe your age with incredibly sweet features. Jaemin. 

“If you’re going to pair up into groups, he’s a good bet. Doesn’t get on with his district partner so he’s likely traveling alone.”

“But what if he just wants to kill us?” Jisung asks, a probable scenario that both of you are thinking about. 

“It’s two to one. He’s an interesting one. Not the weakest but not the strongest. I’d take my chances with him. Even if it’s just to save your own life.”

“You want them to throw this boy to the wolves?” Daehyeon asks, and whilst he sounds unimpressed, he doesn’t look it as much. Like Minho, it doesn’t really bother him, and for just a moment you wonder what emotions Daehyeon portrays are real and what may all be pretend. 

Maybe he fit the capital far better than you’d ever want to admit, given that you really liked him as a person. 

“If it means it’s not them, yeah,” Minho says it so casually, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world to you, and all you come up with is the exact response he wants, but nearly didn’t expect. 

“Okay.”

“Y/N!” Jisung hits your shoulder, forcing you to look at him, and he’s disappointed. Not because he doesn’t understand why, but because he doesn’t want you to risk anything stupid. 

Little did he know you’d already risked a lot. 

“Han Jisung,” all of you stare at the screen again, Nerium walking into the room as if she’d timed it perfectly, and you briefly acknowledge her presence, “an eight.”

There’s cheering, mostly from Seokhwa and Daehyeon who both stand and pull Jisung up with them, hugging him tight while Minho stares blankly ahead. There’s a smile on your face as they make space to invite you into the hug, and you let yourself get dragged into something warm and comfortable, you never want to let go of any of them. 

Maybe it’s absurd, to nearly see Seokhwa and Daehyeon as your friends. It had only been a few days, but emotions were heightened in the face of death, and if Minho wasn’t going to congratulate either of you, at least they were ensuring that you knew someone was proud. 

“Better than expected,” Daehyeon ruffles his hair, awfully cheerful until Seokhwa shoves him away. 

“Hey! I have to fix that,” your vision blurs to them, fixated on Minho now. He doesn’t say anything. All he does is write something down, but you see how his hand is shaking. He’s not focusing and a sorrow breaks through him that he can’t hide. You’re not surprised that he doesn’t cry, for you know Minho isn’t one for emotion, but you can also tell that he likely would be if he was alone. 

“A nine,” Seokhwa jumps up on the couch, absolutely elated and cheering, and it takes a while for you to notice that they’d been talking about you. It was you who’d gotten that score, and suddenly you’re being tackled on the couch by the same people who’d been hugging you for Jisung’s points seconds ago. 

“Let’s open some champagne!” Seokhwa cries out in glee, and even Nerium seems to agree from where she’s standing. 

Though as elated and disbelieving as you are from the high of your score, it’s all torn out from under you when Minho slams his notes down and walks away, a slam of a door heard not long after that’s so loud, you feel the floor shake in response. 

“Ignore him,” Jisung whispers, moving a strand of hair behind your ear and it makes you tremble. It should be easy to ignore, to pretend it doesn’t bother you. That what Minho thinks doesn’t actually matter. But to you it does. As impolite as he could be, you did look up to him. He’d won the games. He knew how to play. 

You were letting him down. And it was incredibly hard to just let that go. 

“So, we just have to befriend someone two days before we’re sent into a deadly arena where that same person has to kill us. You know, sometimes I really don’t know what Minho is thinking-”

“He’s thinking of how to survive. He wouldn’t have without Hyunjin’s sister. Maybe he thinks we won’t without someone either.”

Jisung sighs, standing quiet as the two of you take the elevator down to the training center. There was an odd tension between you now, maybe because your approach to the situation at hand was very different, but you weren’t about to bring it up. If you caused a fight just a few days before the games, your odds would lower considerably. 

“How do you want to approach him?” 

“I say watch him first. See what he does, if he’s working on his own or with someone. Feel it out. Then approach him.” you nod, stepping out into the hallway with your best friend right behind you. 

“I might try climbing today. I’ve seen Hyunjin do it a lot.”

“Why do you care what Hyunjin does?” Jisung is immediately on alert and it bothers you instantly, though you knew it was completely justifiable. Hyunjin was dangerous to you both. He’d continue to be so. You having a few conversations with him, no matter how civil, wouldn’t change that. 

“I don’t. But knowing how to climb may be useful.”

“Alright how about this. We just keep an eye on him today. See what he does. Maybe I’ll approach him after a few hours. We just can’t force it or draw any suspicion.”

“Why don’t you ask him to partner with you for a round on the mats. You know, fight it out?” 

“That’s… actually kinda genius,” Jisung admits, for it would make sense. Partnering up with tributes to fight one on one wasn’t unheard of or very unusual. 

When you arrive, the two of you separate and you immediately look up at the ceiling, seeing the fabric that would hold you up and away from the ground. It doesn’t look that secure, but if it can hold Hyunjin, it should hold you fine. 

You just wondered where the hell he even climbed up. 

You wander around, seeing what some of the tributes are up to, and you realise that it’s the first time you really pay attention to them. Maybe you should’ve been studying their movements ages ago. 

“You know, you’re so obvious. It’s almost pathetic,” you hear his voice, know it already within just a few days, but you don’t see him anywhere. He’s not behind you, nor is he in front of you or next to you, and it’s only when you hear him laugh that you decide to lift your head up. 

He’s grinning, almost manically as his feet rest on the fabric beneath him, his one hand holding what you think is the very knife you used just yesterday to make a point, the other holding himself steady by gripping onto the ropes by his shoes.

You decide to ignore him, something that doesn’t bode well with him, and it’s scary to realise how quickly he moves up there without falling, for he’s back in front of you in seconds, hanging upside down as he sends you a mocking wave in greeting. 

“I must say, one point off from me sweetheart, I nearly fell in love,” he lifts himself up, twisting his body around before jumping down and onto the ground, right before you, “wonder why they decided that.”

“Why don’t you ask them?” It’s humorous to you, how thinking about him when he’s not there always has you curious to speak to him again, yet whenever he’s around, you yearn to get away from him. 

“Hmm, don’t think I will,” you go to walk away, wondering where the hell Jisung went when you separated (though you think he’s conveniently or inconveniently behind the wall that you’re standing by), but the threat of a knife to your collarbone stops you, “at least tell me if this whole act is a game or really what you’re like.”

He leans against the wall, retracting the knife as you stare at him, unsure of how to answer. Maybe you weren’t physically the strongest and mentally you were being thrown left and right, but something in his words pisses you off. Yet just as you go to speak, he interrupts again, “I just don’t understand how you went from such an easy kill to something to chase, sweetheart.” 

What scares you most about Hyunjin, you realise, isn’t in his appearance, nor in the way he’s able to so easily sneak up on just about anyone. It’s in his words, the threats and taunts, but it’s also in his confidence to really end your life, his nonchalance to it and that he simply doesn’t care. At least he doesn’t seem to. But you don’t want him to know truly how uneasy it makes you. 

So you ask him something that he’d never expected. 

“Do you want to train with me?” 

It shocks you both, the simplicity of the question and what it means. It’s the only time you expect to ever see him rendered speechless in the little time you’ll know him. 

You don’t like the guilt that comes with that. Though if you were to ensure Jisung comes home, it meant dying. So you assume that the loss of Hyunjin wouldn’t be remembered by you anyway if you were six feet under.

“What do you suggest we do, princess?”

“That sounds horribly condescending.”

“My bad, I’ll improve my manners in your last few days,” how considerate you think, though you still shiver at the thought. Twenty three people were living out their last days in the room you were in. 

“I want to climb.”

“Do you know how?” 

“No. But I know you do,” he sighs, though he must admit that something about you amuses him more than it frustrates him. Sure, to him you were a weakness and he didn’t care much for your survival, but unlike the first day he’d seen you, now he was more curious. 

There was something else to you. If anything, he believed that if you were pushed into a corner just enough, that you’d snap into something that might actually become a threat to at least some of the tributes around him.

“Alright, I’ll show you how to climb. I’ll show you whatever you want. But I want something from you,” you nearly scoff, but instead you look away, arms crossed until he grabs your chin with his hand, and suddenly you’re staring right into his eyes. 

They’re the darkest shade of brown you’ve seen and yet whilst many claim that eyes are the window into the very being you’re looking at, his tell you absolutely nothing. You can’t tell what he’s thinking, yet you feel like he can tell everything about you from simply staring back. 

“When I eventually come after you…” he leans closer, so close that he’s right in your space. He’s warm and there’s a hint of cologne that lingers, and if he wasn’t gripping your chin so tight, you’d fight harder to look away, “put what I taught you to use. Don’t make it easy for me.”

And for the first time, his threats don’t scare you the way they should. His promise of your death doesn’t make you want to crumble to the floor. It’s the first time that you feel a fire light within you, and you smile at him, “don’t worry, I don’t plan to.”

“Oh c’mon, you’re not even up there yet!” his annoyance captures the attention of other tributes, though one look in their direction and most of them turn away again. It nearly makes you laugh, the way his arms are on his hips and he’s huffing in frustration similarly to how Jisung would pout at you when you’d say something absurd. 

“It’s harder than I thought!” you retaliate, mustering up the strength you have in your upper body to lift it up and finally push your knees up onto the fabrics of black rope to crawl across. 

“You don’t have that type of time when someone’s on your tail,” he sounds like Minho. Hell, when you really think about it, the two share a lot of attributes alike. The difference in them was that whilst Minho’s attitude towards you came from a will to keep you alive, Hyunjin was the opposite. At least that’s what you’d assumed. 

“I’ll go again.”

“You just got up there,” but you’re already halfway down, and Hyunjin comes up beside you, “alright, we both climb up. See how much slower you are.”

You huff, looking up at the wall you need to climb again, and maybe you should’ve listened and just stayed up there. 

“You better have a very good explanation for this one, Y/N,” it’s Jisung, a frown on his features and you know how unhappy he is. Nothing in you blames him for it either, but right now, you only see the benefits of learning how to use the strength you have. 

“Ah, the so called best friend, you wanna join?”

“No, I don’t,” he’s staring right at you, ignoring Hyunjin entirely, “I’ve been looking for you. Do you remember what we talked about? Have you done any of it?” 

His sudden anger takes you aback. The two of you had disagreements before, but never did he approach you with such hostility. It was another reminder that the games were taking away qualities that made you and Jisung uniquely yourselves. It hadn’t even started, yet both of you had already lost the playful nature in which you’d interacted with just days before. 

“I… no. I haven’t.”

“Right, I wonder why,” his words are bitter, venomous both to you and the man behind you, and it’s the first moment you truly think that something broke between the two of you. 

“Ji, it’s not what you-”

“Don’t. I don’t want to hear anything from you right now. You want to fucking die, go ahead.”

“Hey, that’s just unnecessary,” Hyunjin leaping to your defence is unexpected, but you welcome it. For right now, you don’t have anything else you can say. You feel guilty, yet you’re not sure you’ve done anything wrong either as you watch Jisung push past you both without a second glance, “yikes, trouble in paradise?” 

“Just… not now. Okay?” you hide the way your voice shakes, the way you blink back your tears, but the career next to you is so annoyingly observant that nothing slips past him. He knows how it hurts you, and whilst it’s to his advantage that you’re breaking down, it still bothers him. 

“Alright,” he agrees, standing up straight, “but don’t cry. I don’t need to see that again.”

He moves further away, a good five meters away from you, “I’ll give you a head start. Not a big one but it’ll give you something.”

For a very small moment, you’re grateful that he ignores the pain you’re in. And you’re grateful he’s not using it to mock you. He’s pretending it doesn’t exist, and so you try to do the same. 

“Ready… 3… 2… 1… go!” 

“Alright, neither of you idiots are at the dinner table. Minho isn’t at the table. Nerium is insufferable to listen to and-”

“Hwa,” it’s strange, to not hear his full name leave your lips, and he can’t decide if he likes it or hates it yet, given that the way you speak it is so horribly depressing. 

“Do you want Daehyeon instead?” 

“Cause I’m here,” he comes up behind Seokhwa, making you chuckle as the two approach you quietly.

“Can I sit?” Daehyeon asks, and you nod whilst Seokhwa takes a seat on the floor before you, “consider yourself royalty. I’ve never seen Seokhwa get on the floor for anyone.”

“It’s true. I’m only doing it because I know the cleaners were here earlier,” you laugh quietly, staring at your fingers. It’s silent, none of you saying a word.

“Shouldn’t one of you check on Jisung?” 

“Don’t worry, he’s next on the list of patients,” you’re so very grateful for how they make you smile, but you also know that they’re worried and likely wondering why everyone seems to be furthest away from each other. 

“So, why did you two argue?”

“How did you know that?” Seokhwa scoffs, placing his hands on your knees as he rests his chin on one of his knuckles.

“Please, it’s not that hard to figure out.”

“You don’t have to act like such a smartass all the time, you know,” Daehyeon intervenes, crossing his legs over each other to make himself more comfortable. 

“Don’t be mean to him,” you tease your stylist, earning you a playful glare that eventually breaks into a beautiful smile. 

“I doubt it can be that bad-”

“I’ve been talking to Hyunjin…”  you interrupt Daehyeon, awaiting their response. Actually, you wait for them to yell at you, to tell you how incredibly stupid you’re being or that whatever happened, Jisung is entirely in the right. You wait for them to tell you that they’re completely on his side. 

But none of that happens. You’re not sure if that’s better or worse. If them saying nothing is their silent disappointment in you, and suddenly you want to make excuses to justify it.

“We kinda knew,” Daehyeon starts, “at least we figured when he was here yesterday.”

“You saw him?” 

“Saw, overheard. All the same. When I heard about what you did with the gamekeepers, I had to make sure Seokhwa wouldn’t start laughing and give us away.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud of anyone in my life,” Seokhwa laughs, and it makes your heart flutter and gives you the reassurance you need that you can tell them the rest. 

“I trained with Hyunjin too,” you start, as if it’s also shameful and something meant to be hidden, “he’s good at climbing. I figured I’d give it a shot and ask if he could show me. I actually… I did alright, you know? Took a few hours but...” 

Hyunjin himself had seemed awfully proud, despite getting up quicker than you even with your head start. Once the two of you were up there, you fell into a rhythm of conversation as he helped you manoeuvre around. He reluctantly showed you how to observe, told you what to look for in all the tributes below whilst purposely leaving out just enough to not tell you all that he knew, and it had almost made you forget that Jisung and you were breaking down. You only really remembered when you saw Jaemin from afar. 

“I know Jisung is probably just worried. I mean… I know Hyunjin wants to kill me. I know he will.”

“Don’t say that-”

“But it’s true. Daehyeon, I’m not stupid. He’s targeted me and I know it. Of course I do. There’s nothing left for me to lose though, aside from my best friend. So if I can learn something, anything, that’ll help me get Jisung home then… why the hell not? Why not learn it from him?” 

There’s a hand on your back, rubbing soothing patterns whilst Seokhwa is looking up at you with a frown, making himself look even more youthful and innocent than he already was. It makes you want to cry again, wondering about the last time you’ll see all of them. 

When will you last see Minho give you a snarky insult about the games? When is the last time Daehyeon will give you something to wear? When will Seokhwa see you for the last time with such an innocence that holds so much strength and attitude in someone so young? 

And when will you last see Jisung? 

“Hey, hey… listen… you just have to talk to him. Just tell him exactly that. He may not like it, but I doubt he won’t understand. He loves you a lot more than I think you know. This isn’t something that’ll change anything.”

“Seokhwa’s right. Talk to him.”

“Also saves me from having to walk into another depressing situation,” Seokhwa sighs, but you know his words aren’t actually meant. If anything, you think he’d do it over and over again, oversee you both until you feel better. 

“We still have Minho to talk to though,” Daehyeon adds while you rest against him, thoughts of your best friend clouding your mind.

“Right,” the man before you stands up, readjusting his incredibly elegant dress shirt, “make sure to grab some food okay? You really need it.”

You knock on Jisung’s door with two full plates of food, desperately hoping he’ll answer but not hearing anything. So you dare to glance inside, seeing his figure sat on the balcony in one of the chairs, staring straight ahead, looking like the entire world is weighing him down. 

“Ji?” you step outside, but he only acknowledges your presence by moving his head to show that he heard you, “I brought you food.”

You put it on the table next to him, placing your own plate on the ground as you sit, choosing to be right across from him rather than next to him on the other free chair. 

“Why are you really here?” He’s seen right through you, you suppose. Jisung knows better than to think that’s all you came for. 

“I’m here because I love you. You’re my best friend. And I don’t want to go into this thinking you hate me-”

“I don’t hate you.”

“I know you’re worried. I’m worried. I’m sorry I didn’t look for Jaemin like we said. And I’m sorry that I’ve been speaking to Hyunjin-”

“Y/N,” you stop, looking up at him slowly. His eyes are sad, but what worries you more is how they seem to just… want to give up, “if you want to talk to Hyunjin, I can’t say anything. I don’t like it, but I don’t choose it. I’m just… I’m so scared.”

Jisung lifts his knees up to his chest, making himself even smaller than he’d seemed sat out here alone, and you feel horrible, “I’m so scared for you. I don’t care if I die. I know you don’t want to hear it, but I don’t care if it means you live. But I see him and I just… I know the danger you’re in and that I’m entirely helpless to do anything about it. And that scares me so fucking much that I can’t… I can’t do it. I can’t fucking go through this with you!” 

You don’t know what to say. All you can do is cry with him, pulling him down into your arms while you both crumble, and he’s gripping you so tight that in this moment, you’re so afraid of ever letting him go. 

“I’m sorry,” he laughs weakly against you, for he knows that really, you have nothing to apologise for. It’s everyone else around you, it’s the reaping that drew your name and then drew him right after. It’s the fact that you can’t keep your promise to each other of being the victor for it meant losing the other. 

“I was angry because I… I’m trying so hard to keep you alive. I watched Jaemin constantly. What he does, how he works. I spoke to him. You just threw that away. I listen to so much of Minho’s heartless bullshit because it may actually mean you have a shot. And I just… when I saw Hyunjin it just felt like I was doing it for nothing.”

“I understand. I didn’t… to be honest, I didn’t think of it like that at all,” though it was cruel and ironic, that everything you’d been doing and trying to learn was for Jisung, and everything he’d been doing was for you. 

“Y/N… I’m so afraid,” it breaks your heart to hear him admit it, making fresh tears fall down your cheeks and onto his shoulder. You wish so bad to run away, but that meant even more certain death than the hunger games themselves. 

“I know. Me too, Ji. I’m terrified,” he moves his head back, resting his forehead against yours as he lets out a trembling breath of air. 

“It’s just two more days,” though you already know that. You’ve been counting the days yourself, the minute you’re lifted up and watched by all the districts as you hope to survive. 

The minute that you and Jisung are meant to become enemies. 

Until the inevitable minute that one of you loses the other.

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any comments or feedback please let me know cause also idk how i feel with some of this chapter but it’s been dusting away for two months so... 💜 also like... i don’t wanna pull a twilight on this but like... are people team jisung or hyunjin? also don’t ask me why i decided to put na jaemin through this i adore him so like... idk why i hurt myself like this...

taglist: @crispy-chan​, @hyunjinspark, @geniejunn, @she-wintersoldat, @a-person-with-void​, aletacroker

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hi! can you do, moots and skz members book tropes? tnx 💜

okay so for the pairings im using the same ones from this ask bcs im lazy like that- forgive me 😓 (also may or may not have enough mutuals to tag either way... pls be my friend ;;) anw im not too sure how im supposed to answer this so im just going to put trope + tags like its some kind of fic lol 😻😻

✒️ | my moots as book tropes w/ skz members !

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coffee shop au, uni au, riel is a victim of student debt, chan is an exhausted student leader, small /nugu/ cafe, chan checks it out cz why not, riel works as cashier, chan is smitten, fluff, lots of fluff

#minho x @comet-falls | soulmates

FANSTAY AU, in all caps yes, magic school au, minho is a menace, dahlia is also a menace, they get detention together one day, literally no one else is there, strangers turned partners in crime, match made in heaven, literally, with soulmarks and all, but theyre oblivious cookies, humor, fluff

#changbin x @dadonbabysworld | childhood friends to lovers

main setting: high school, senior year au, graduation pressure, changbin is worried about the future, angel has big plans, theyre ATTACHED, changbin doesnt want things to change, separation but not too long, character development, angst, hopeful ending

#hyunjin x @luvrhyune | enemies to lovers

performing arts school au, theatre kids(?) au, hyunjin is popular, elle hates his guts, hyunjin thinks elle is stuck up, feisty elle, gets paired together as a couple in the upcoming production, forced proximity, and i mean practice, hyune falls first, angst, god its angsty, happy ending

#jisung x @zoe8stay | friends to lovers

co-workers au, restaurant au, jisung is a flirt and female (and male 👀) customers love him, zoe has a crush on jisung, he does too but doesnt say shit, idiots to lovers fr, jealousy, bonus: second lead chan, fluff, humor, light angst

#felix x @tyuniiz | fake dating

uni au, family wedding au, felix got trapped in a web of lies, avery agrees to fake date felix, all for a family wedding, out of town trip, theres only one hotel room... and bed, both are actually interested in each other beforehand, fluff, humor

#seungmin x @starlostseungmin | rivals to lovers

co-workers au, office au, seungmin and keisy fight for a promotion, constant one-upping, seungmin is a workaholic, keisy is an accidental workaholic, overtime pushes pairing progress, they dont actually hate each other, humor, fluff

#jeongin x @bookishcalls | highschool sweethearts

highschool au, class leaders au, senior year au, jeongin is class pres, rim is vp, known power couple, will go to separate colleges, but its fine for them, until they get busy af, reduced time together (even if theyre in the same class), cue chaos, fluff, angst, hopeful ending

[tejan-sunny]

Hey I’m tejan (she/her) i love to write it this page is for 14+ because I’m 19 so it just makes me more comfortable so if the is anything you want to read I’ll try to write it

I take requests for female readers or Non-binary readers and I do:

male characters x female readers

Female characters x female readers

I don’t do character x character or male character x male readers if makes me uncomfortable.

I DONT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR PICTURES I PUT IN MY STORIES, ONLY THE PLOT AND READER

Here a the characters I take requests for

MY Hero Academia males:

Bakugou

Deku

Denki

Kirishima

Sero

Todoroki

My Hero Academia females:

Mina

Jirou

Momo

My Hero Academia pro hero’s

Hawks

Aizawa

Fatgum

Mirko

My Hero Academia villains:

Shigaraki

Dabi

Stranger things:

Eddie

Jonathan

Billy

Ginny and Georgia

Ginny

Georgia

Max

Marcus

Zion



Grey’s Anatomy:

Meredith

Christina

Derek

 Alex 

Amelia

Mark

Stray kids:

Bangchan

Changbin

Hyunjin

Felix

Lee know

Han

Seungmin

Amazing digital circus

Jax

Hazbin hotel

Alastor

Vox

Angle

Lucifer

Charlie 

Helluva boss

Blitzo

Millie

Moxie

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

I do write: smut (if the characters is under 18 they will be aged up and it has to be consensual which means both people have consent)

Fluff

Angst

Pregnancy

Teen pregnancy (both characters have be at least 17)

 oh and please know that some of the fanfic will not go along with the plot of the shows and some characters may act differently from the shows 

If there’s anything that I missed or anything that you want me to write and I didn’t have it listed on here just let me know and I’ll try 



[gamerwoo]

[SVT Imprinted] Chan: 'What if Bomi didn’t kill Hyojin’ spin-off headcanon

@minluvly​​ asked: A spin off when Areum finds out about Chan in "what if Bomi didn't kill Hyojin"(deadass my keyboard autocorrected it tho HYUNjin) and its like her trying to move on ((bc like when Im imagining that i usually think like she goes to SKZ's apartment, Hao tells her, she goes hysterical, drives off, goes to the house, finds him dead and just break down bc she "Just gave him a chance," amd "just accepted" him at the time so shes also apologizing to him bc she rejected him so many times and now shes lost him and icm KTJAKFJSJFJSJFJDJD

a/n: obviously this is set in the universe of bomi not killing hyojin so it’s very heavy and very sad and there’s a lot of people dead and basically read at your own risk. also i debated on if i wanted this to be an actual like fic or a headcanon buuuuut i went with a headcanon like the original. ALSO ALSO does it hurt more if i say i was listening to the ghost of you by mcr while writing this lmao

Characters: Chan x oc / Seventeen x ocs

**WARNINGS: major character death (chan’s dead and a few other members were killed as well as some ocs. it’s all in the other headcanon so if you didn’t read that none of this will make sense), mentions of murder and suicide, implied suicide, mentions of blood and guts, mentions of guns and being shot and bullet wounds, if i missed anything please lmk!!!

Tag list: @psshwa @uglyratlmao @brokenbutchocolate @shra-vasti @killcomet @brattybunfornct @shuabby1994 @henloiamaweirdobye @anissanightyoung @aceofvernons @minluvly @honeyylin @miki-chi @heemingyu @babyminghao @noraehey​ (if you’d like to be added to the tag list please fill out this form!)​

Imprinted Masterlist

a few members of the pack stared down at Chan’s phone on the table as it keeps vibrating

nobody wanted to pick it up because they see the photo of Chan and Areum lighting up the phone with Areum’s contact name above it

they wanted to cry seeing how happy he looked

how alive he was

“what do we do?” Jun asked, his eyes unable to leave the phone

the older pack members -- and Bomi -- were still outside as they tried to...clean up without sobbing

Bang Chan, Changbin, and Elsie were on their way to help out while the rest of the pack was waiting at Aeri’s for the mates of Seungcheol’s pack to arrive

but they heard a phone vibrating from the pocket of Chan’s jeans where he’d left them by the door, and now they were left with the task of figuring out what to even say to Chan’s mate

meanwhile at home, Areum’s left in the dark

she has no idea what’s going on as she continues to get ignored and eventually sent to voicemail

what the hell is this bad feeling in the pit of her stomach? 

why does her heart feel like it’s shattered into pieces?

“pick up, pick up, pick up,” she kept chanting as she called over and over and over

the tenth time she’s sent to voicemail, she tries calling Seungcheol

no answer

Minghao

“...Areum?”

she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding

“Minghao, is Chan okay?” rushed out of her mouth

Minghao’s driving and gripping the steering wheel so hard he hears it start to crack a little, so he had to physically make himself let up a little bit

tears start filling his eyes again and he sniffles

god, he has to tell her

he has to tell his best friend that her boyfriend was killed

“A-Areum, I-I--”

his voice breaks and Areum’s heart sinks

“Minghao, what happened?” she demanded

“J-Jinsoo-- Areum, we-- Nobody c-could stop it--”

“Jinsoo...?”

“Hyojin a-and Jinsoo and-- And their pack-- Th-they got Aya and J-Jihoon and Jaehee-- Jinsoo, he--”

Minghao was just sobbing through words that Areum could hardly piece together, her blood running cold as she processed what he was saying

“Chan tried to get him, Areum,” he whimpered. “H-he went for him after he got Jihoon, b-but-- B-but he-- A-Areum--”

Areum heard another male voice on the phone trying to tell Minghao to breathe. she heard two shaky breaths before Minghao choked out a sentence that made her legs turn to jelly

“Areum... He...sh-shot Chan...”

she fell to her knees, gripping the phone for dear life

she held it to her ear as if she heard wrong and maybe pressing it closer to her ear would make the sentence change and be something else

“W-what...?” she barely whispered

“I’m so sorry, Areum,” Minghao was sobbing again

he felt guilty somehow, like one of them could’ve prevented it, but there wasn’t anyone could’ve done differently

he almost felt guilty he was alive but Areum had her mate ripped away from her

her brain was going a million miles a minute

she was experiencing all the stages of grief within seconds of each other and it was overwhelming

the only one she wasn’t experiencing was acceptance

there was no way Chan was dead, right?

he couldn’t be, he was fine this morning

she just accepted him; she just started letting herself fall for him, how the fuck could he just be...gone?

she heard shuffling on the phone and then a new but familiar voice

“Areum,” Hansol spoke surprisingly calmly, but she heard him sniffle, “go straight to Aeri’s, okay? We’ll--”

“No,” she interrupted almost instinctively.

“No? Areum--”

“I have to see him,” she stated. “He can’t... I have to.”

“Areum, do not go to the house,” Hansol ordered. “You can’t--”

“He can’t be gone!” she cried. 

“Areum, please don’t do anything stupid,” he begged. When she didn’t say anything, he asked, “Areum?”

“Areum?”

“Areum!”

the phone was left on the floor because she knew her phone would get spammed or they’d track her or whatever

she had to go to the house and see for herself

she needed to know this was some misunderstanding or some really fucked up prank that she’d argue with Chan and the pack about later

she got into the car and drove

she was in a trance the whole time, her mind swimming as she drove on autopilot

somehow she hadn’t cried yet, but maybe it was because everything felt fake

Chan wasn’t dead, he couldn’t be dead

at the pack house, hearing the sound of a car door, Wonwoo went around to the front to see who it was

but then the scent hit him and he ran to stop Chan’s mate from seeing the scene in the backyard

especially because Chan was still laying in the grass as they waited for his body to slowly shift back

but somebody had beat him to it

a dark colored wolf came running from the trees and barreled over to Areum, blocking her path

she gasped and stumbled back a bit, but then looked at the wolf angrily

“Hao, move,” she demanded

when Hansol couldn’t get an answer from you, Minghao knew what you were going to do, and he refused to let you go do something stupid

he pulled over, told Hansol to take over, and raced for the forest to beat you to the house

she went to go around him but Minghao blocked her

he stepped toward her and pushed her back with his muzzle

“Areum, you need to go,” Wonwoo spoke up, deciding to intervein

“I need to see him,” she stated

“I know you’re upset and manic, but we’re not letting you do anything stupid.”

“Jeon Wonwoo, if you don’t fuck off--”

all Wonwoo does is sigh and close his eyes, hanging his head

his own mate is scared of him now and won’t look at him

his brothers and sisters were murdered in front of him

one ran away and nobody knows where she went but they know it’s nothing good

and nobody can pry Jeonghan off of Aya’s body

he’s dealt with enough today and he does have it in him to put up with Areum’s snarky mouth

“Whatever,” he said. “Just let her go.”

Minghao gives him the side-eye and Wonwoo lifts his head

“If she wants to see him, let her.”

it’s clear Minghao doesn’t agree considering the low rumble in his chest, but Areum hears something that makes her shove Minghao’s head out of the way before running by him and Wonwoo

“Baaaabyyyyy!” Chan’s voice called cheerily

“Chan!” she gasped and dashed around the side of the house

but both Wonwoo and Minghao can pick out the odd little difference to the voice

as Areum rounds the corner, she’s met with what she can only think of as carnage

there’s red everywhere

there’s bodies she doesn’t recognize laying on the ground...and some she does

she froze in her spot, eyes taking in the scene before her until they found Junhui

he was standing off to the side, Chan’s clothes at his feet

he was holding Chan’s phone, and that was where his voice was coming from

because then she heard her own voice

“Ew, get away from me!” she groaned, followed by Chan’s laugh

she remembered what video that was. one of the girls had done Chan’s makeup and put bright red lipstick on him, so he found her hanging out with Minghao in the kitchen and started chasing her around the house to try and kiss her

so...then where was Chan?

her eyes scanned the yard again, trying to avoid where she noted Jeonghan sobbing and cradling Aya, and Joshua’s face pressed into Jaehee’s chest

she unfortunately saw Jihoon face-up on the ground with a hole in the center of his forehead

and somewhere between Jihoon and Joshua was Chan with his back to her in the grass

“Chan!” she cried, and her feet seemed to be moving before her brain could tell them to

Junhui had been too wrapped up in the video to notice her presence, Seungcheol was still trying to get Jeonghan to let go of Aya, and Bomi was trying to comfort Joshua, but Jun looked up when he heard her voice

“Areum!” he gasped, almost like he was afraid for her to see what she was about to see

she stumbled and fell to her knees at his body and rolled him over

her entire world fell apart in a matter of seconds

three holes in his body. three.

one in his shoulder, another in his chest, and one in his stomach

his bright, golden eyes were now dull and lifeless as they stared passed her and up to the sky

“Chan...” she whispered, one hand slowly and shakily reaching out, but she was almost too scared to touch him

somehow, touching him would make it more real

Junhui had come up behind her now, but he didn’t dare touch her, afraid she might snap, “Areum...?”

“What happened?” was all she could ask, barely above a whisper

“Jinsoo shot Jihoon, and Chan reacted,” he explained quietly. “Nobody could stop it...”

he died because he couldn’t ignore his instincts

he died because he couldn’t control his emotions when one of his brothers was killed

he died because he loved his pack so much he couldn’t consider what would happen if he acted out

that was...so like Chan, it almost made her want to laugh

but she cried instead

Areum broke down into whimpers, and she finally reached out and stroked his cheek

her whimpers grew in volume until she was fully sobbing, holding Chan’s head in her lap and laying her forehead against his

“Areum...” Minghao’s voice was soft as he sat beside her in the grass. his eyes welled with tears seeing her hold Chan. “I’m so sorry, Areum.”

she sat up and her head fell back, and she wailed to the sky like she was screaming at whatever higher power might be out there, “I just got him! I just gave him a chance and now he’s gone!”

Minghao wanted to give her a hug, but she laid her head down on Chan’s chest and cried more

“Come back,” she begged brokenly. “I want more time, this isn’t fair! I’ll be better this time, just give me another chance!”

Minghao rubbed her back as he hiccupped cries hearing Areum beg and plead to whoever

nobody was really sure who she was trying to bargain with -- Chan or someone else -- but they let her get it out until Bang Chan and everyone else showed up

it took both Bang Chan and Changbin to pry Jeonghan away from Aya

Seungcheol had to hold onto Joshua while Elsie pried his hands away from Jaehee

but Areum? she fought tooth and nail to stay with Chan

Bang Chan had to pick her up and carry her away, and he ended up with quite a few teeth and nail marks on his arms and hands

Minghao had to physically restrain her in the back of the car while Bomi drove them to Aeri’s place

halfway into the drive was when Areum finally stopped fighting against Minghao and just sobbed into his shoulder, crying about how she should’ve just accepted Chan sooner

and all Minghao could do was hold her because there was nothing he could say or do to make her feel better or change what had happened