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yxngbxkkie · 1 year

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ysl event (h.h & l.y.f)

i am so excited yet so nervous to post this. i really, really, hope you guys like it. i enjoyed writing it. it was certainly something i’ve never done before but i’ve been thinking about the two of them at the ysl event for a WHILE. enjoy! happy reading!

feedback is greatly appreciated! <3

"You guys are here?" You ask Hyunjin and Felix with wide eyes. You take a quick glance around the empty hallway, making sure no one's lurking around.

Hyunjin chuckles as Felix's hand rests on your hip. You pull the two of them into your hotel room, checking around once more before shutting the door.

"Hello to you too, angel," Hyunjin greets you with a teasing grin.

"I-I'm sorry," you apologize after snapping yourself out of your panicked state. "Hi, my loves."

Felix places a kiss on your lips first, mumbling a quiet hello. Your hands rest on both of their arms, pulling away from him to kiss Hyunjin. The taller brunette kisses you back fervidly, bringing a hand to the nape of your neck.

"Aren't you excited to see us?" He teases you some more, stroking your throat with his thumb.

You nod your head. "Of course I am. It's just th-" your words die on your tongue when Felix hooks a finger under your jaw, turning your attention to him.

"You're worried people will find out," the black-haired beauty says, his head tilted to the side.

You swallow the small lump in your throat, nodding your head in confirmation. "I know how your company can be," you mention with a frown.

Hyunjin pushes some hair out of your face, dividing his gaze between you and Felix. "It's an event, sweetness. JYP won't suspect us of being here together. Especially since we work together a lot," Felix reassures you.

A sigh leaves your lips, wrapping each of your arms around their neck. They both hug you, their arms circling your waist, brushing their lips against your neck. "Have I ever mentioned that I love you?" You ask the two of them, your fingers gliding through their hair.

"Plenty of times," Hyunjin grins, placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

All of you giggle for a few moments before Felix begins to kiss the side of your neck. Your grip on the shorter man tightens, a shudder running down your spine. "Lixie…" you trail off, stopping yourself from getting too excited.

Before either boyfriend can say anything, three knocks come from the hotel room door. "Y/N? Are you ready yet?" The deep voice of your co-worker comes through the wooden object.

"Shit," you breathe out, sliding your hands to their chests. You glance back towards the door before calling out. "Yeah! I'll meet you in the lobby."

"I can't walk with you?" He asks with a chuckle.

You mentally curse yourself before looking up at Hyunjin. "Do you mind waiting for us to leave before exiting?" You ask him, shifting your gaze towards Felix.

"Yeah, go ahead," he says with a smile.

You thank both of them, quickly kissing each man on the lips. Hyunjin's hand catches your wrist as you start walking toward the door. You stop in your tracks and you turn your head to look at him.

"Is that Min-jun?" He asks you, causing your eyes to widen.

"How'd you know?" You counter, watching Hyunjin glance toward Felix. You notice the change in both of their moods, making you panic slightly. "W-What is it? Did I do something to make you guys uncomfortable?"

Felix sighs and grabs a hold of your hand, rubbing his thumb along the back of it. "No, sweetness. You didn't do anything wrong," he reassures you, kissing your hand.

"It's him, angel," Hyunjin clarifies. "He flirts with you all the time. I think he knows we are into you."

"Well, I would hope you guys are into me," you chuckle nervously, grinning at the two men.

The two laugh as well, each one placing a light kiss on your cheek. "I love you," they whisper against your skin.

Your heart flutters in your chest, wishing that you could just attend this event with them. "I love you so much," you sigh, leaning on your toes to kiss each of their cheeks. "I'll see you out there, okay?"

Both Hyunjin and Felix nod their heads in response as you make your way toward the hotel room door. You glance back one more time, winking at them.

Once you leave the room, Hyunjin turns towards the younger member. "She's cute," he chuckles, a deep breath coming from his nose.

"She is," Felix smiles. He places a hand on Hyunjin's back before speaking again. "Let's just remember that she loves us and not this co-worker of hers."

Hyunjin nods his head, following Felix out of the hotel room. "We never commented on her dress," the older member points out. "Let's make sure we tell her when we see her."

Felix laughs, nodding his head while the two of them walk towards the elevators. "I'm hoping they let her keep the dress," he mentions with a hum.

"Yeah, same. It's not something she usually wears, but she looks… breathtaking," Hyunjin grins.

You shy away from your co-worker's touch yet again. You smile awkwardly at the couple in front of you as Min-jun talks to them. You find yourself looking around the ample event space.

"What are you looking for?" Min-jun whispers into your ear, causing you to jump in surprise.

"N-Nothing. I'm just getting parched," you laugh, tucking some hair behind your ear. "I thought the waiters and waitresses would be walking around with champagne."

Your co-worker rests his hands on your lower back, a smile gracing his lips. "I can go get you a drink," he offers, pulling you closer to him.

"Oh, no, that's okay. I wouldn't want to pull you away from them," you motion to the people in front of you. You push his arm off of you before jabbing your thumb in the direction of the bar. "I'll be back in a few."

You walk away from the group before Min-jun has the chance to say anything else. Once you're out of sight, a deep sigh escapes your lips. If you had known Min-jun was going to act like this, you never would've accepted the offer. The only good thing about all of this is seeing your boyfriends.

The bartender greets you with a kind smile as soon as you make it to the bar. "What can I get you?" She asks, leaning forward to hear you better.

"Can I get a vodka martini?" You ask her with a smile, your fingers fumbling with the sheer gloves you're wearing.

"Absolutely, my dear," she nods before walking away to gather the ingredients she'll need.

You lace your fingers together, watching the advertisement YSL is playing on the television. The bartender comes back and you shift your gaze back to her. "I hope your night hasn't been too hectic," you tell her, leaning your arms against the bar top.

"Ah, it's not as hectic as I thought it would be, honestly," she laughs. "Turns out the rich are very kind."

You laugh at her words, feeling the tension of earlier begin to lift. "Yeah, I'm surprised as well," you giggle.

"Your drink," the bartender grins and pushes the filled martini glass towards you.

"Thank you so much," you pay her while lifting the glass to your lips.

She walks away from you after handing your card back. You hum in delight at the taste of the cocktail. Your gaze goes back to the television, humming again at the sight of your favorite perfume.

"You're looking quite gorgeous tonight, Miss," Hyunjin's voice reaches your ears, causing your breath to hitch.

"You should dress like this more often, sweetness," Felix whispers into your opposite ear, a shiver running down your spine.

The two place their hands on your body, Hyunjin's fingertips gliding along your exposed thigh. "Lixie- Hyunjinnie-" you cut yourself off with a quiet moan, covering your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Sorry, angel. We saw you alone over here and couldn't help but take advantage," Hyunjin mumbles, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

"I'm honestly glad you are," you sigh, turning around to face them. God, they're so handsome. "I get what you were saying about Min-jun."

The smile drops from Felix's lips, his gaze moving around the room. "What'd he do?" Hyunjin asks, noticing his jaw tense.

Before you can say anything else, Min-jun's cuts into the conversation. "Are these two bothering you?" He asks, glaring at the two members.

His hand rests on your shoulder and attempts to tug you towards him. "N-No, they're not," you stutter, glancing toward him. "They were just greeting me."

"Min-jun, right?" Hyunjin asks, holding his hand out.

"Yup. And you're Hwang Hyunjin and Lee Felix," your co-worker almost sneers, causing your eyes to widen. "I know exactly who you guys are."

You decide to interrupt, not liking where this is going. "Min-jun, they did nothing wrong," you mention with furrowed brows.

His attention turns to you, a laugh coming from his lips. "Nothing wrong? Sweetie, they're breaking the number one rule as an idol," Min-jun smirks, his grip on you tightening.

How-

"I wonder what would happen if the boss man finds out," he threatens.

"If you know the truth about us then I'd advise you to let her go," Hyunjin states, straightening his back.

He takes a step closer to you and Min-jun, his slender body towering over you both. "I'd listen to him," Felix interjects, his hands slipping into his pockets.

"And why would I do that?" Your co-worker questions, his head tilting to the side.

"Because I won't be afraid to beat you for touching her," your boyfriend seethe, glaring at the shorter man. "She's not yours. She's ours."

Your heart flutters. Theirs. Your gaze moves from Hyunjin to Felix, feeling your heartbeat quicken. Min-jun scoffs and shoves you toward Felix.

"You want to fight me? That wouldn't look good for your image," he continues to provoke, shaking his head in mockery.

Felix catches you, stopping you from tripping on your heels. His hands grip your waist, his thumbs gently stroking your sides. "Are you okay?" He whispers into your ear.

"I'm okay, but is this wise?" You ask him, worried.

"Probably not, but Hyunjin and I don't want to hide this anymore," he mentions with a charming smile.

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops, moving your hands to grip his forearms. "You're joking- I- what about JYP?"

"We'll talk to him, and if we happen to be fired-"

"But Stray Kids-"

Felix presses his index finger to your lips, shushing you. "The other members wouldn't allow us to get fired. Chan would literally riot," he laughs while dropping his hand. "But, I was going to say that if we get fired, then who cares. As long as we have you, we couldn't ask for anything else."

"I love you so much," you whisper. Tears come to your eyes as Felix places a couple of kisses on your cheeks. You turn your head towards Hyunjin, who's still arguing with Min-jun. "Hyunjinnie."

The brunette glances in your direction, his eyes meeting yours. You notice the anger disappearing, admiration replacing the negative emotion.

"Let's get out of here," you tell him, motioning your head towards the exit while taking Felix's hand in yours.

Hyunjin nods with no hesitation, taking a few steps closer to you. His hand grabs your free one, the three of you leaving Min-jun in shock. "Y/N! You're seriously going with them?" Your co-worker yells to you, hearing him scoff afterward.

"Why wouldn't I? They're my lovers," you confess, looking back at him with a shrug. "I'll see you at the office, and I'll be sure to let our boss know what happened."

You three walk out the doors together, both of them dropping your hands. Felix hails a cab as you turn to face Hyunjin.

"Thank you," you breathe out, a grin coming to your lips. "I love you."

Hyunjin smiles at you, bringing a hand to your face. He cups your cheek before laying a kiss on your lips. "I love you, angel. So much," he sighs against your lips.

"Loves, c'mon," Felix calls out to the two of you. Both you and Hyunjin glance towards the black-haired man, seeing him waiting by a cab.

You lace your fingers with Hyunjin's before leading him toward the vehicle. You kiss Felix's cheek before ducking into the backseat.

The sound of the hotel room door closing wakes you from your sleep. You hum and flutter your eyes open. Hushed whispers can be heard as you turn over on the king-sized bed.

"Sunshine?" You call out for Felix, noticing both of them aren't in bed.

Felix glances towards the bed as you push yourself up. "Morning, sweetness. We didn't mean to wake you," he sighs while making his way over to you.

He kisses your forehead, earning a little whine from you. "Where'd you go?" You whisper, leaning against his shoulder.

"We got us some breakfast," Hyunjin answers, sitting down on the bed. "We also stopped by this cute flower shop."

"Did you get me flowers?" You ask, pouting at the two.

Felix laughs, moving to lean against the headboard. "We did. Just as a little appreciation for you," he hums, kissing the side of your head.

"Plus, after seeing our jealous side last night. I figured you deserved them," Hyunjin adds, his hand stroking your calf.

Memories of last night flash in front of your eyes. The ghostly feeling of both of their lips trailing up your neck makes you shudder. You clear your throat and nuzzle your face into Felix's neck, covering your flushed cheeks.

"I mean," you mumble before pulling back, avoiding making eye contact with either of them. "It was kinda hot."

Hyunjin smirks as does Felix. "Yeah?" Both of them speak at the same time. Hyunjin's hand continues gliding up your leg before resting on the curve of your ass.

"Do you like seeing us get possessive of you?" He asks, his eyes dancing from your eyes to your lips. "'cause we'll show you, angel. It's still quite early."

You gulp and nod your head, not trusting your voice. Felix wraps an arm around your waist before moving you to sit in between his legs. Felix's hands glide along the tops of your thighs as Hyunjin moves to lie on his stomach.

The older member trails his lips up your leg, biting down after every couple of kisses. Felix moves some of your hair to the side before placing a light kiss on your neck.

Your eyes flutter shut, leaning your head against his shoulder. Felix's deep chuckle reaches your ears as Hyunjin bites down on your inner thigh, causing you to release a moan.

"Jinnie…" you cry out, reaching a hand out to him. Your fingers find his hair, gripping it gently as he continues assaulting your thighs with his lips.

"My pretty angel," Hyunjin mumbles against your skin.

Felix reaches a hand out to Hyunjin, cupping his chin before lifting his face. "Our pretty angel," he corrects.

You press your lips together, suppressing a moan. "Guys-" you cut yourself off as Hyunjin continues moving closer to the two of you. His lips find yours, kissing you passionately.

"Sorry, baby," Hyunjin apologizes to Felix, giving him a quick kiss as well. "She just looks so cute like this, I couldn't help myself."

"I'm sitting right here," you laugh, turning your head to look at the two of them.

Both Hyunjin and Felix chuckle, each one placing a kiss on your cheek. "Before we have our way with you, why don't we eat first," Hyunjin offers while getting up from the bed.

You nod your head, laying your hands on Felix's thighs. You shuffle towards the edge of the bed when Felix stops you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"No, stay here. Hyunjin will grab it," Felix mumbles loud enough for the older member to hear. "Right, baby?"

Hyunjin pokes his tongue out and glances toward Felix. The two silently fight for dominance, causing you to chuckle at their behavior.

"You two are cute," you grin as you take turns looking at each lover.

"You're lucky he's cute, angel. Otherwise, I might have to put him in his place," he mentions while grabbing the food, and walking back over to the bed.

Felix's hand dips under the shirt you're wearing, a hum leaving his lips. "He thinks he can," he whispers into your ear, earning another laugh from you.

Hyunjin stands beside the bed, handing you the food he bought for you. You thank him kindly, and Hyunjin moves his hand to cup Felix's face.

"I know I can, baby," he winks at the black-haired beauty. "Now, eat up. We have a long day ahead of us."

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hh0320 · 1 year

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໑ — stars in the ceiling. pt I

pair. solo singer! felix x fem! reader (+ mentions of hyunjin)

genre. set in the 90’s, childhood friends to strangers, moving back, struggle with fame, angst, romance, smut.

warnings. profanity, smoking, alcohol/drug abuse, use of pet names, flawed characters, harsh language at times, dark themes, unprotected sex, oral sex, dirty talk, mental health issues.

word count. 6.2k

a/n. hi my loves! this is going to be a mini series, though i’m still not sure how many parts it will contain. nevertheless, pls treat this idea kindly, and don’t judge its characters too hard, they’ve gone through a lot. feedback and reblogs are always much appreciated and will be replied to! enjoy xx

‘Felix will be going back to Australia for a much needed break, sources close to him reveal. The twenty-three year old alt rock singer just concluded his second world tour, Doll, earlier this week in Los Angeles, with news of his breakup with supermodel Hwang Hyunjin coming out at the same time.

The two had been dating since the Aussie’s rise to fame in 1994.’

New South Wales had remained the same, despite the unshakeable change in Felix’s chest. Barina Road had the same houses standing, fifty-year-old trees stretching, widening into the sky, hiding his parent’s garage from view, the stairs leading up to the front door. He’d paid off the mortgage, bought them a new car.

The sun was beaming, February in full display. His manager greeted his mom, and introduced his assistant, explaining they would be staying at a hotel not too far from there. His father had a beard now, his sister looked taller, and wore glasses.

Your house was around the corner. He could see the rose bushes along the hill, the white shutters with the black outlines. Felix could close his eyes and go back to your room, 1992, the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling, The Cure and The Smiths’ posters on pastel pink walls, lace trimming on your sheets, makeshift forts and flashlights at midnight, notebooks with hearts drawn on folded ends, his name and yours written next to each other, hand over hand. ‘Girl Afraid’ playing softly through a cassette in a beat down radio. Your dad’s homemade chocolate chip cookies, and the determination that rushed through Felix’s veins the moment he tasted them, the promise he’d made to himself to make those same cookies for you one day, to learn how.

He never did. His demo got picked up from a record label that would later refer him to the one he belongs to now, and he had to fly out to Melbourne right before your eighteenth birthday. From then on it’s been a shooting star.

He blinks to find his mother teary eyed, arms open. He doesn’t walk—he runs. Washed out silvery blonde locks long enough to be pulled in a ponytail, brown eyes the color of wild thyme honey, hands tired, heart broken. A boy coming home is a very old story, one that will never stop being written. And even though it feels strange to be back after five years of palm trees, everything and nothing—Hollywood, with its golden gates and trophies and nightmare people— it is exactly what he needed. It’s where he has to be.

“You look so tired, baby, so frail,” his mom sobs, pressing her mouth on his temple. “Did no one take care of you? Did no one care?”

Felix didn’t answer. He brought chocolates and clothes for his sisters, jewelry for his mother, Cuban cigars for his father, and his first ever Grammy for you, because none of this would’ve been possible if you hadn’t befriended him all those years ago in the playground. If your voice hadn’t guided him away from those swings and into the forest. If he hadn’t played hide and seek with the girl that wore ribbons in her hair, dark cherries for eyes. And what does he say knowing this?

I left behind the one person that did. That mattered that it did. And when I found something similar, I couldn’t hold it in my hands, I couldn’t get close to it no matter how much I tried.

“I missed you, mom,” he mumbles instead, and grinds his teeth to keep from crying. “I should’ve called more. I should’ve visited.”

The shorter woman sniffles and rubs her son’s back soothingly, shushing him only a mother knows how to. He breathes in her familiar scent, her cooking imprinted on her purple shirt, and smiles sadly. Hyunjin would’ve loved her; he wanted to meet her the most, wanted to hear all the stories when they were in bed together, what few times they were both sober, capable of adventure and conversation till the early hours of the next day. “I never had a mom,” he’d tell him, brown strands of hair escaping his staple bun. “Cherish your mom for me, Yongbokie. Love her terribly.”

“Come inside,” she tells him, waving away the rest. “Stay forever if you need to.”

“It means happiness,” he’d explained on that first meeting with the boy shining more brightly than the chandelier lighting the entire theater. “Yongbok.”

The boy had smiled and it’d made all the difference. His lips reminded Felix of black cherries, of the girl in the room with the window overlooking the trees. “I know what it means. It’s about time I met you.”

Time away from chaos felt empty. The hours passed by slowly, serenity made him paranoid, like it couldn’t possibly last, even there, in a different continent, across the globe. Getting on an airplane didn’t guarantee you’d get away, he realized soon enough. It wasn’t possible, because you can’t outrun yourself.

And it was that Felix was trying to escape. How known he’d become, how aware of his own shadow he was. At first, he’d thought of it as a mountain to climb, something to be achieved, and then something else. It was a ladder leading up, up, up and nowhere specific, but he climbed it anyway. The little prize in his hands was the ultimate show, that one last thing he had to do that would grant him access to more of the same everything and nothing everyone else seemed to be so desperately after. After he’d won it, the decision to leave it all behind became clearer than ever.

A lot of the people he admired had died. And it didn’t matter which way you looked, destruction came in the form of white powder, accompanied by a spoon or a syringe if you were brave enough and had much to lose. “Take your pick, there’s many ways to kill yourself,” a girl had told him once at an afterparty. Young and impressionable as he was he chose by what he saw and picked up the bottle of champagne in front of him. The least harmful, he’d thought. But the sneakiest one of all. And then he saw Hyunjin smoking cigarettes after one of his fashion shows, and thought to try that too. Then it felt like something they could share, so Felix kept smoking until the cough subsided and his fingers smelled of tobacco.

One thing the model never tried to do was shield him from the horrible ways of the industry, and the blonde still can’t find it in himself to castrate him for it. Now, so many thousands of miles away as he was, the habits seemed to follow, like supportive friends. The world is a fucked up place, but it doesn’t seem so bad from where he sits on the rooftop of his childhood house. He could drop the stick from his hand, or break the golden trophy and even deny the existence of evil altogether.

How easy, how vulnerable fame is. You could be no one in particular if you made all the right choices. Felix wasn’t sure why he seemed to do the opposite, walk the other way, the reason for his selective blindness. When something shiny has your name on it you hold it close to your chest and sing to it. It’s precious because it reflects light off it.

Until when?

Your light was on.

He looked for it, looked for a car coming up the hill, watched the sun set, the blending of colors, how majestic it can all get before it fades to black, but you showed up right in the blue of it. You still drove the same Jeep your dad had gifted you for graduation, but your hair was longer, you’d grown a bit. Felix saw how your white dress danced in the summer breeze, ran his eyes down your tanned legs as you walked from your driveway inside your house, and finally, about ten minutes after that, the light through your curtains.

His mother hadn’t mentioned he was back.

He smiles down at his burning cigarette. How would he ever face you with the way he left? He never called, only wrote to you on your birthday, and released a song about a starry girl that visited his dreams, knowing very well that girl waited for him for years to return, even if just for a little while. The guilt of never doing so, and instead loving someone else so all consumingly, while that same song went on to become his best selling single, the song he’d be known for for years to come? It crippled him.

He never wanted to see your face stare back at him. He would rather die, and he admits this to himself bravely. You were his first girl, his only girl. No one would ever come close to you, because you’re clean—you have his innocence, his first time, before he knew anything about anything, and how despite it, he loved you stupidly, earnestly, because it made sense, because it felt right.

“Starry girl, will you burn bright, for me tonight? Oh, will you stay a little while, darling girl…”

How hypocritical. If Chan was around he’d be calling him out, or pushing him down the fucking roof. Felix wouldn’t even mention the broken leg or the dislocated shoulder, because it’d serve him right. Perhaps he needs a solid reminder of his aliveness, of how doing wrong by someone and paying for it feels like. La La Land doesn’t have that, it couldn’t possibly understand that. There, people look up and never down. There, they would push, and keep pushing; they would climb over, step on your neck, tear you apart at the seams for a chance to just keep.looking.up. That climb is all there is.

It’s empty too, but you learn how to miss it.

Felix thinks he might’ve sold his fucking soul, somehow, because as he gets back in the house, his mind won’t stop screaming for him to run away from there as well.

Not a place that could hold someone that’s had everything and then more of it.

Chan hates his guts twice as much as you possibly ever could, but Felix calls him anyway.

“Hello?”

“Chris. It’s me.”

A long pause. The singer falters, thinks he’s made a mistake, curses himself for ever thinking anyone would want anything to do with him after—

“You’re a fucking cunt, Felix, and I hope you burn in Hell. Sincerely.” The blonde nods, his chest tight, his throat dry. “How are you?”

He smiles. “Terrible. Fucking awful, mate, thanks for asking.”

“Good.”

“I’m in Australia.”

“Son of a bitch.”

Your white dress flows in his dreams. It folds and stretches like the wings of a butterfly. The pages of his journal stare at him, his eyes heavy with sleep, but for once nothing pours out. He thinks he’s meant to keep that to himself, and perhaps that’s okay.

Instead he writes about a broken boy that smiles for the cameras but never for his love.

His older sister works as an intern for a law firm. He didn’t know that, because he never asked. The sting of it burns all the same.

She has a fiance, is preparing to buy a house, and tells him of his mom’s sickness at a private restaurant. He didn’t know that either, but in all fairness, as his sister pointed out, no one is supposed to know. At least not yet. It’s treatable, she quickly adds, but it’s been eating her from the inside out for a couple years now. She tells him this with a straight face, probably because she’s had time to sit with it, but also because Rachel is great at keeping her feelings in check, when she knows someone else isn’t—Felix definitely fucking isn’t.

What was the saying? The artist is haunted by his own heart? Day and night. There’s never an escape, it seems, from anything.

“Tell me what I need to do,” he pleads after he calms down. “Money is not a problem.”

The older sibling grimaces at that. “It’s not about that, Lix. She has medication, she never misses a doctor’s appointment. Her body is weak.”

“She’s not dying.”

“It’s not something we can exactly stop because we want to.”

Felix clenches his fists on the table, and looks at his sister straight on. “She’s not dying.”

Rachel wipes her mouth and sips from her wine, alerting the waiter for the check. People are starting to stare. No matter where they go, eyes follow her little brother incessantly, whichever measures they take. It’s a lifestyle she cannot comprehend.

Felix doesn’t seem to notice, or care. It’s a strange thing, like a zoo animal being at peace with its captivity, despite its true nature.

“Maybe not now,” she replies softly. “But we all must face this one impending doom sooner or later, Lix. Even you. Even our mom. Death is a natural thing.”

Most people run from the inevitable, because it’s scary. Somehow, it’s believed that the end, too, could be overturned if we stall it, or cheat it. Felix never thought he’d have to worry about it, because of the invisibility of youth, and money, and having everything else at his beck and call. It was only when Kurt Cobain and Jeff Buckley died that he was touched by the cruelty of it, the dark shadows and the claws attacking through them any moving thing, at any given time. Even legends passed, even history.

It was because life was so impossibly fleeting, water held with two hands, that he decided to knock on your door. In a single moment of liquid luck, he wished to see the stars in your ceiling again. To feel the warmth of your skin near his. Chan would shake his head and call him an idiot for it, but Felix never claimed to be reasonable. Or smart.

No other car was in your driveway.

God, his blood is rushing. You’d open the door and then what? What would he say?

He didn’t want his mom to die. He didn’t want you to hate him forever. He came back with a false sense of ego—no one gave a flying fuck if he was famous, or best friends with Hope Sandoval and Chris Cornell, hell, even Jesus Christ himself. None of it mattered outside of the bubble he’d created for himself in America. He’s not from there. These people would follow him nowhere.

He feels stranded and alone, and it’s entitled and pathetic, and he’s fucking terrified.

Who is he besides his name and his money? Why does it matter so much?

The door opens. He’s holding his breath.

You gape. Then blink.

Another moment passes. He has to say something. Goddamnit, anything!

“(Y/N).”

You seem to snap out of it, then. As if you realize it’s, indeed, not a dream. Felix is really standing right in front of you, blonde hair, round honey eyes, constellations on his cheeks as prominent as ever.

It’s confusion you feel more than anything else. Anger has long passed.

“How long have you been here?” is the first thing you ask him, and you’re still not allowing him inside.

He doesn’t expect you to.

“On your doorstep? An hour.”

You blink again, and lean forward, surprised. He thinks that must not be what you asked him. His ears burn. Your chest rises and falls deeply.

“In Australia, Lix,” you elaborate, but he focuses on the way your voice sounds like saying his childhood nickname, a silly little thing that stuck and makes him feel eight all over again.

You’d fallen in the rose bushes with your bike, the thorns pricking your arms, and you’d called out for him, crying. Lix, Lix, Lix… The sweetest sound, a person worthy to help you. A different time. He’d spent the rest of his afternoon picking thorns out of your skin and tending to your cuts with his mom. Afterwards, you watched Home Alone 2: Lost in New York and ate a bowl full of caramel popcorn. His dad dropped you off, and Felix had insisted on sticking his head out of his bedroom window to shout a final goodnight to you.

You’d done the same, laughing. His bestest friend in the whole world.

He didn’t feel like that person anymore. He didn’t feel like anything anymore. Just a name, just a body.

“Fourteen days,” he replies, and he’s ashamed of it, because it should’ve been easier to come to you. It should’ve never been difficult, not with you.

It was you, for fuck’s sake.

And then you ask him the one thing he has no answer to.

“Are you okay?”

You move for him to enter. It’s what he wanted, but his legs have no strength in them, he’s unable to lift them. He just stands in front of you, staring in those eyes he’s wanted to look into for so long, and it reminds him of all the times he laid in hotel beds trying to bring forward his memories of your features, writing them all down so he doesn’t forget. He wrote those songs to remember you, is what he wants to tell you, but he can’t, because it’d make him a coward, and he doesn’t think he can handle anymore truths tonight.

They call him an angel because of his face, but you’re the angelic one, you’ve always been, because there’s forgiveness in your tone. There’s warmth for him in you still, and it takes everything in him not to sweep you in his arms and cry out for you, for your heart.

He wants to tell you about Hyunjin, too, about his garden and his flowers. He wants to tell you he named one after you, the most beautiful. He kept that for himself as well.

Instead—

“I wanted to watch the stars on your ceiling.”

The possibility that you might’ve taken them down is devastating. He hopes inevitably.

His voice sounds rough, and the bags under his eyes are more pronounced than ever. You’ve never seen Felix like that, he looked so sickly. Paper thin, too. You wonder if that life over there caught up to him, if he allowed it to wash over everything you loved about him. He’s such a stripped down, quiet version of him right now, in front of you.

“I’ll make some milkshakes,” you nod towards the kitchen.

He finally lifts one leg, then the other. He enters, his heart dusting off, kickstarting.

They still taste the same. The furniture is the same, the pictures of him and you and your siblings are still on the wall. You haven’t erased him, you didn’t scorn him. It means everything to him.

It’s easier to find yourself if someone already knows who you are. If they’ve kept that image of you, and look at it from time to time. Felix never sees himself in photos, never actively seeks himself out. He just gives, and gives, and gives, hoping it’s enough, hoping that’s it, the one, we got it, thank you very much.

Perhaps it’s why he feels so drained nowadays. Perhaps that’s how Hyunjin felt.

“How are your parents?” he asks, hoping to make conversation, hoping to hear more of that voice he’s missed so fucking much.

You round the kitchen island, strawberry shake in hand, and sit right next to him, knee brushing his. Your legs are bare again, smooth. You’re wearing an olive green skirt and an oversized T-shirt. You look beautiful. You, the starry girl. You, the darling girl. You, the only version of girl he’s had in his mind since the dawn of time. Ring pop in the fifth grade, backyard wedding with a veil and all. His mother had cried, yours had baked the cake. His sister had married you.

There’s a question in your eyes now.

“They’re fine. Out celebrating their thirtieth anniversary or something crazy like that.”

It’s a wild thing, the laugh that escapes him. It stretches his face and curves his lips. It surprises both of you. He quickly looks at his chocolate milkshake, at the half eaten whipped cream at the top. He hears your soft exhale, the straw between your teeth.

“Good for them,” he says after a beat, and he means it.

“You…” Felix doesn’t dare look. He won’t. Your counter is marble, there are fresh lilies on top of it. “Are you staying a while?”

He nods. Struggles to swallow.

Then you sigh. The pretenses are down. He stiffens, wraps his fingers tighter around the glass. He braces, but he doesn’t know for what. Anything, he supposes. You could say anything, ask anything.

He just doesn’t know if he has any answers for you.

“Congrats on that Grammy,” you bump him with your elbow, your tone light. His eyes rise slightly to meet yours. You’re smiling.

He wants nothing more than to fall apart, right there. He doesn’t deserve any of it.

“It’s yours,” he mutters. “I was going to give it to you.”

“Me?” you ask incredulously. “It’s your song, Lix.”

He shakes his head once. “But it’s for you. I’d be nothing without you.”

The room goes silent. Felix thinks he’s done it, he’s said the wrong thing, pushed too much, you’re going to kick him out, once and for all, and he’s going to have to look at you from his rooftop for the rest of his stay, he’s going to have to live with himself, whatever’s left, whatever’s there, never to hear your voice, never a third chance—

“Do you usually say intense things like that?” You huff out a breath, and his own gets stuck in his throat. “I’m— No one’s ever said that to me before, Lix. Don’t just say stuff like that.”

Suddenly, six years have passed, and you’re both adults. Felix has had a whole other life, has met thousands and thousands of people, is a celebrity of great importance, a Grammy winner, a million seller, with more money than he will ever need, this unbelievable thing has happened to him, a dream, a fucking rainbow bubble, and you’ve stayed here.

You’re still the same. And you don’t think that’s worth mentioning. Worth praising. He wants to shake you awake, make you see why he’s dead inside, why he’s come back, why he’s lost his fucking mind.

“I’ve never lied to you,” he replies, his gaze meeting yours. “If I’d never met you, I would have never gone to America. I would’ve never left.”

Somehow, you’ve become a curse and a miracle.

“Let’s go see the stars, Felix.”

Your room is the exact same, too. Not a single damn thing moved, the lace on your bed, the pink all around, the fairy lights by your window, the pictures above your desk, and then finally, if he lifts his head—

The hundreds of tiny stars sprinkled on your entire ceiling. Your dad had stuck them up there for you, after you’d gone to their bed crying, afraid of the dark and the storm outside. Now, with the lights off, you didn’t seem afraid anymore, but more so melancholic. It felt unreal to stand in this room with you.

First time he’d made love to you was on that bed. First sleepover, first fort, first kiss, first song ever written.

He didn’t even realize he’d been crying, not until he felt your fingers wipe the wetness away, your hand slipping in his, pulling him towards the mattress. Before coming back, he didn’t have a bed of his own. Hotel’s have been temporary homes for him, the tour bus his sleepovers.

His chest hurt, his sadness so heavy it pulled him down. There was no fight left in him, no other reason not to fall on that bed with you, lay next to you just like all those years before.

They shone neon green, alien little stars where they didn’t belong. Like him. He blinked up at them and they greeted him every time. He held your hand tightly on his own, his vision blurry, shoulders touching yours. If it was hot, Felix couldn’t tell. His heartbeat was deafening, the magnitude of the moment swallowing him whole.

No matter what he did, what had happened, you took his hand and showed him the stars of his childhood. There’s no words to describe what that had felt like for someone like him, someone that had once been something entirely different, and had somehow reduced himself down to this, whatever it was.

Three versions of oneself is two versions too many. He hates himself for what he’s done.

“Are you okay, Lix?” you ask once more, nothing but a mere whisper, but he hears you.

He thinks he might even have an answer for you.

“I don’t think so, beautiful girl. I think I’ve made a mistake.”

“What do you mean?”

Felix sighs, puts an arm over his eyes. It’s enough, what he saw. It’s enough for a lifetime.

“Leaving you behind. Giving all of me away. Falling in love with a broken boy thinking I’ll be able to fix him. I can’t fix anyone, (Y/N). I can’t even fix my fucking self.”

You nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck. The connection is still there, the tension in his gut. He’d love nothing more than to get you naked and have you whisper his name back, over and over, until he gets some sort of sense of reality back. But it wouldn’t be fair to you. He doesn’t even know if you’re single.

“No one’s holding anything over your head, Lix. Forgive yourself before it’s too late,” you mumble against his skin, raising goosebumps all over. Then you continue, “I’d be lying if I said I don’t still hate you sometimes. You’re going to leave again, anyway. It doesn’t matter.”

He turns to that immediately. Places a palm over your cheek and makes you look at him.

“It does matter. I don’t want you to hate me. I fucked up and I’ll regret it my whole life. There’s no amount of sorry’s I can say to you, sweet girl, that’ll make it all better. I know that. But I don’t want you to hate me.”

Quiet. Your pulse against his thigh. “You left.”

“I did.”

“That hurt me. All of us.”

Felix nodded, again and again. One truth harsher than the other. “I know.”

“To go fuck some model in New York and sing your little heart out to people that’ll never know who you truly are and how much you matter.”

There it was. The sacrifice of it all. Has it been worth it? Yes and no. Mostly no.

His lips curved with bitterness. “Yes,” he rasped.

“But now your songs are out there. Your beautiful voice is recognized.”

“Thank you.”

You buried your face in the mattress, crying onto strawberry sheets. He turned his body towards you, fingers tangling in your hair.

“You sold your own name.”

Dying would be less painful than you speaking all of his fears and wrong decisions outloud, in the one place untouched by misery.

“And I pay for that every day.”

“You’re not happy.”

He smiles when you search for his eyes. There are crystals on your cheeks, the cosmos hanging from your lips. “Not particularly, starry girl,” he retorts sadly.

“I’m not happy, either. What’s the point, then?”

It tore at him to know this. He imagined you were when he was far away. That you’d put him behind you, and continued on with your life, shining just as brightly as you always had. Lies are always easier in the moment. Just enough to get you through to the next. But never long term.

“Come with me,” he whispers in your hair. “See for yourself.”

“And get lost, too?” you snap back.

He shut his eyes tight, bit his tongue to lessen the blow. “Three months. I want to take you with me.”

“To the City of Angels.” A lyric of his, coming from your mouth. His heart leaped, and blossomed. You listen to his music. The music he’s written for you.

“You’ll fit right in,” he finishes, leaning into you. “You’ll find many like you, none like you.”

He felt your hesitancy, the need to pull away. He would do it for you, if he wasn’t so completely under your spell, willing to do anything for one more taste of you. Years in a place where he’s had to learn to get his way, have made him somewhat persuasive, a trait he’s not proud of, like many others.

The only girl he’s ever truly wanted is you. Burn him alive, then.

“God, I’m about to make a mistake,” you mutter before his mouth takes yours.

Hyunjin had asked about you. He wanted to know who you were, why you still had such a hold on him. Hyunjin had been possessive and jealous and sensitive with Felix. He felt deeply, loved deeply, and was very stubborn. He loved getting his way. The blonde tried to love him, gave him all he had, obliged to his every request, but ultimately—

Whatever was wrong with him ran too deep. It was impossible to love someone like him, yet so easy to fall, so easy to lose yourself. They’d done some work together, traveled to Paris and visited art museums. Hyunjin was a magnificent artist, a lonely soul. Felix could recognize that in him and still admit it was scary to be around him, scary in the way a rope feels under your bare feet, no ground underneath, no sense of security.

They broke up on a bench outside Sacré-Cœur, the decision to go back to Australia for an indefinite amount of time being too much for the model. There was still love there, there’d always be. Hyunjin taught him about the life he’d entered, how to navigate through it, to get what you want, and how to love unconditionally, how to become a slave for love, to seek it and to breathe it, and to feel it deep in your gut, with everything in you.

But it shouldn’t feel like that. It shouldn’t be all encompassing, choking, tying. It should feel like freedom, and this much Felix knew, because he’d felt it before.

Undressing you right now felt like that, the pearly gates welcoming him, the wings growing in his back. A map outlined but not quite yet explored, though he plans to change that. If you accept. If you agree to his proposal. His hands caress, his mouth following the fabric leaving your body, your breast, down to your stomach, your navel, your hip bone.

He pulls your skirt down, revealing cotton, and lays you gently back down, his own body over yours, hiding you from view. Your fingers unzip and push, and Felix removes his shirt for you. He knows he’s not much to look at, but there’s lean muscle and a solid chest where you touch, making heat bloom right under your fingertips. He could write odes about how soft your skin is, how tender you’re treating him, as if he never left, as if he’s never done wrong by you, and for a minute he pretends.

Then your hand wraps around his cock and he loses all restrain.

“You can’t possibly be real, my girl, are you?” he mumbles against your cunt, before he hooks his arms underneath your legs and digs right into your wetness.

You moan and writhe, and he never complies. He holds you tighter, keeps you in place and has his way with you until you’re begging him to stop, crying for him to keep going, nails digging into his scalp, his shoulders, anywhere you can reach. Felix hasn’t eaten pussy in six months, hasn’t had yours in over five years, and he’s not about to give it up for anything in the fucking world.

His tongue laps, it fucks you slowly, it makes sure to get you proper wet for him, his lips slurping on your clit afterwards, finding a pattern you seem to enjoy, sucking to bring your orgasm forward and licking to settle you down, to tease you, until finally you have enough of it, and you come all over his mouth, breathlessly, your thighs trapping his head between your legs.

“Just for me, for me, for me…” he repeats peppering kisses all over you, his arms pushing him up towards your mouth, meeting you halfway for an open mouthed kiss. “Will you come?” he asks, pumping his cock in his fist, aligning it with your entrance. “My sweet fucking girl, will you come?”

“I have,” you say, hiding your face in embarrassment. “I did.”

“Let me look at you,” as he pushes in. “Let me see you, baby.”

His hips start moving, his cock reaching deep inside you, the stretch incredible. He needs you near, closer, so he lifts you up and repositions himself, having you sit on him, fucking yourself on him how you like. You find a rhythm as he wraps himself around you, kissing your breast, sucking on your nipples, tugging at the ends of your hair. Anything he can touch, all for you. Your voice breaks, his name cut in half, and he thinks he likes it best like that, not one thing but two, muttered by you, the death of him once and for all.

“Will you come with me to California?” he asks again, clearer this time. “Will you let me have you like this under their sun?”

“Lix…” you collapse as he takes charge, pistoling up into your soaking cunt, his cock so deep inside, so fucking good. “Fuck, please. Just please.”

“You need to tell me,” he groans. “I need to know. You need to tell me.”

He pushes you forward again, not once unsticking you from himself, and fucks you into the mattress, hard and fast. He’s after your high, he needs to see you, needs to witness you fall apart because of him, the same way he does for you, his muse, his girl, under your stars. You kiss him and hold him near, sharing his breath, his chest rapidly falling and rising, cock ready to burst, heart ready to explode, and you’re near too, he can feel it in his gut, he can see how your back arches, how your breath hitches, how your eyes open wide, head thrown back—

“That’s it, there it is, do it. Do it, beautiful, come for me, come on, let me feel you, God, fuck—I’ll bust, too, I’ll—”

“Inside,” you moan, shaking in his arms. “Inside me.”

Felix growls and does as you say, fingers digging into your waist, cock buried, and his head falls on your stomach. He’s pretty sure he’s having a heart attack, but nothing matters. You’re underneath him, naked. You still love him. You haven’t said it but you don’t have to; he can feel it, he can feel it like his own pulse.

He fucks you through the ripples of your orgasm, and then he pulls out, kissing your temple, your breast on his chest. Whatever dreams are made out of, he’s convinced you’re it. His dream, a girl just for him, a girl he could pick out blindfolded from a crowd of thousands. He would always come back to you, because there’s simply no beginning to him if you’re not part of it.

And no end if you don’t come with him.

“Don’t be afraid to tell me no,” he whispers into the dark, the stars staring back. “I’ll understand. I’ll make it work, there’s no question about it. Not anymore.”

You’re quiet for a long time, but your lips kiss his jaw, his neck, his ear. He holds onto sanity because of that. Because he’s lying through his teeth, for the first time. He won’t understand. If you don’t come, he’s not sure he’ll be able to carry on with this persona he’s built. It will destroy him, take him down under.

That he’s sure of.

But he thinks of your precious heart. What it would be like to leave it all behind.

“I’ll come,” you say incredibly small, almost inaudible. “I’ll come if you want me there.”

Felix closes his eyes, relief washing over him. No more suffering, endless tossing and turning. He could finally have a life, maybe buy some property, make a house out of you. With you. With you. It sounded unachievable. A wish unable to be granted. Merely anything.

You’re breathing it all back to him.

“I need you there, starry girl. I love you.”

He feels you nod, but you don’t say it back. It cuts through him, but he understands. He doesn’t need to hear it, despite how desperate he is for it. It pours out of you, it started when you opened the door, and it continues to pour out now, with his cum gushing out of your cunt, your arm hugging him tightly, afraid to let go.

“Three months,” you say. “Please don’t make me regret it, Lix.”

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enchantedgrunge · 11 months

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💖 Snapshot (Idol!Hyunlix x Reader) 💖

Chapter One - The Beginning - MDNI

Paring: Idol!Lee Felix x Reader x Idol!Hyunjin (Some Hyunlix action)

Word Count: 1.6k (I hope this isn’t too long!) 🫣

Warnings: I don’t think there are many maybe cursing? And some feelings of being too much for people?? Please let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Hello! This is my first ever written out fan fiction and I hope that it does well and is received well. Also, I am really bad a synopsis or intros so I will not be including one of those for this! If I do end up writing one, I will include it at that point and time! Enjoy! :) Oh, I want to note that Y/N speaks Korean fluently so everything she says to the kids is in Korean! If something is said in English, I will show that by having it bolded and italicized. Also, I refer to the group of them as “the kids” quite often! Let me know in a comment or an ask if you want to be a part of the taglist! Current no smut is present in this but there will be in the future MDNI ONLY. If I cannot find your age on your account, I will most likely block you! Thanks for understanding!

*Y/N POV*

You had been working as a photographer in Seoul, SK for about 2 years. You mostly did freelance photography and some bigger gigs, enough to make a name for yourself. You started to work with a few fashion brands in the past few months but nothing ever stuck or felt right. You were job hunting when you noticed JYPE was looking for a new traveling photographer / videographer for one of their KPOP groups. The name was not disclosed due to privacy reasons and wanting only serious applicants.

“Oi what the hell?” You said as you filled out the application sending over your resume as well as your portfolio. Little did you know, you were already under consideration for the position due to Bang Chan having found your work on Instagram and brought your photos to JYP saying he liked the style and thinks it would fit well for them and their next comeback.

A few days later you received an email from JYPE offering you the position you applied for and inviting you to an in-person interview. You stare at the screen in shock for a few moments unsure if this is really happening. You laugh to yourself and quickly type out a reply and scheduling your interview for the next day at 10am.

The next day comes and to say you were nervous was an understatement. You got dressed in a white sweater with a plaid pair of pants that fit your curves. You added a bag and a pair of sneakers since you do have to walk to the JYPE building.

(Y/N is a bit curvier than this in my head but feel free to picture them differently)

You arrive at the building and are greeted by a receptionist. “Hello, can I help you?” she asked with a soft smile. Her soft features were a welcoming sight. You gave a warm smile back as well, “Hi, yes my name is y/n and I am here for an interview.” The receptionist typed something into her computer and nodded. “Yes ma’am, I will let them know you are here, they will be out momentarily.” You needed and sat down in the lobby looking at your phone occasionally trying to control your breathing and doing a few calming techniques you have learned. A man comes down the hall he has a stern expression but just seems more serious rather than mean. “Hello, Mrs. Y/L/N?” You stand up and smile at the stranger, “Yes hello” you bow politely and then shake the man’s hand. “My name is Yeo-sun, but you can call me Yeo.” He leads you down a long hallway to an interview room.

“So, I am going to get right to the point Y/N, we want you to be a photographer and videographer for the KPOP group Stray Kids, have you heard of them?” Your mouth falls open momentarily before you nod. “Yes, I have they’re one of my favorites.” He nods and smiles, “Good that means you will be up to date on a lot of their information, but we still have some prepared. Basically, just a list of likes and dislikes when it comes to photos as well as video aspects.” You nod and continue to discuss the position, and everything involved, including the fact that you would be living in the same space as the kids. However, you would have your own dorm and bathroom, but you would just share common spaces like a living room and kitchen. This was to make it easier for you to film behind the scenes content as well as help with live streams and any other aspects the guys needed help in. This was also a bit of a PA job which you noticed. You could not turn down this opportunity and it honestly seemed like a fun time; you just hoped the kids were as nice in person as they seemed online.

“Are you ready to start today?” Yeo asked and you nodded. “I left my camera at home but if you have equipment for me to use, I’d be more than happy to start today.” You said as you fiddled with the strap of your bag and Yeo smiled at you kindly. “We have plenty of equipment but once you move here you will be welcome to use your own equipment.” Yeo said before standing from the conference table “follow me.”

Yeo led you out from the room and went down to the dance studio explaining to you this is where the guys should be at this time. You braced yourself giving yourself a small pep talk before you both walk into the studio. The lights are dimmed some, but Yeo turns them up making the 8 men in front of you stop what they are doing.

“Oi Yeo-Hyun why the sudden assault” the aussie leader you know as Bang Chan laughed. “Ah, good to see you too Chan, this is Y/N the new photographer and videographer.” Chan walked up to greet you. “Oh! Glad to see everyone took my advice! Hi Y/N, big fan of your work, I recommended you to the staffing agents” Chan said with a bright smile that was contagious, you found yourself smiling brightly as well. “Oh, you’ve seen my work? That is so kind of you. I am also a fan of your work.” You said with a smile causing the others to laugh and Chan’s ears to go a bit red.

“Hi I’m Han!” The man bounded over and shook your hand smiling brightly. You loved his smile; it was something you admired about him from afar. Each of the guys came up to greet you, you expected a lot of hugs and laughs which you got. However, the one person you expected to be the touchiest barely shook your hand. Lee Felix. “Hello, I’m Felix, you can call me Felix or Yongbok like some of the other members do.” He said simply and did a little bow as he shook your hand. “Hi, I’m Y/N as stated” you giggled softly at his formality, but he shied away and stood back by his members. “I hope you all come to trust me, since I will be with you and living in the same area as you.” You laughed and so did the others as they all sat down to take a breather from dancing. You looked over and grabbed some bottles from the fridge before handing them out to the guys. “Ah! Y/N you didn’t have to do that!” Chan laughed but took the bottle chugging it as they all did. You smiled brightly and just laughed fidgeting with the camera Yeo had given you before he left.

You sat down on the couch as the kids began to practice again. They were practicing for the new comeback, one you had only heard about via twitter. You were smiling and bobbing along to the music that you had not heard before. You hummed quietly and began to move around the practice space taking some behind the scenes photos that the boys could post on bubble or that could be posted as teasers for a practice room video.

*Felix POV*

He couldn’t keep his eyes off you, he was trying but it was hard. He watched as you moved around the studio taking photos and laughing when the other members interacted with you. It was like you had been with them since the beginning laughing and joking around with one another. You were beautiful. God, he was worried about showing affection to you like the other members. He normally didn’t think much about his preference to skinship, but that was before yesterday. He had overheard some other staff speaking about his over affection and how it made them uncomfortable. That was the last thing he ever wanted to do to someone. He knows what it’s liked to be uncomfortable when someone is touching or hugging on you, and it broke his heart that he made someone feel that way. So, he decided would just stay back and watch and be nice but not overly friendly.

*Y/N POV*

You felt accepted and safe with the kids despite being there for maybe 3-4 hours. The kids really made you laugh and feel like you were friends for years, however, something you didn’t expect was the distance Felix was keeping from you. You had always thought he was the most affectionate person, having talked about skinship and being one to show it more than others. He was always seen cuddling, hugging and touching the members and honestly it hurt a bit that he wasn’t that way with you. Did he not like you? Did you make a bad first impression? You tried to be respectful and kind, hopefully it was just new person jitters. Your thoughts began to spiral as you were thinking of all the mistakes you could have made.

“Hey Y/N are you a stay?” You hear Jeongin’s laugh, and it broke you out of your downward spiral of thoughts. You smiled up at him, since you were now sitting on the floor after getting some cool shots of the kids dancing. “Oh yeah I am, I’ve been following you guys since your debut.” You laugh feeling your face heat up a bit as they all look at you a bit shocked. “I uhm, really enjoy all of the work you guys put into keeping stays happy.” Your ears began to heat as Jeongin’s laugh broke your thoughts again. His smile so big his eyes were almost closed. “Oh, that's good!” he said as he sat down on the couch chuckling to himself.

Minho sat up from his position laying on the floor “Who is your bias then?” he asked with a smirk as your cheeks flared again so much you felt the flush going up your neck. “Ah I don’t think I should really talk about that.” You said getting nervous as you played with the setting on the camera again trying to stop blushing. “Ah come on Y/N pleaseeeeeeee tell us?” Han whined throwing you a bit of puppy eyes. You laughed and shook your head looking around and realizing this was going to be a fun job.

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celestial-choc0late · 8 months

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Wooow….🥴🥴🥴

#hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin #stray kids #hyunjin skz #Hyunlix #skz hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin imagines #hwang hyunjin

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 1 year

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Hi, for the skz prompt game part 2, what about Image 1 # 42 with hyunlix x reader?

Skz prompt game

Prompt: "I'm only here to establish an alibi."

Members: Hwang Hyunjin and Lee Felix

Relationship: Babysitters!FemReader x Hyunlix (feat. MinChan's kids!)

Genre: Fluff

(MinChan's daughters names were inspired by that one anon! IFYKYK)

"Okay, and you're sure you have all the emergency numbers." Chan asks once more, bustling around the room, grabbing up last minute toys and bottles.

"Oh my god." Hyunjin rolls his eyes from the couch. "Yes, hyung. We know how to call the hospital and Minho's mom and the closest FBI Agency."

You snort from where you're sitting on the floor beside Felix, watching him color something with Ophelia that looks abstractedly like some kind of horse.

"Christopher." Minho appears in the doorway, the baby on his hip, his expression stern and slightly exasperated. "We have to go. We're going to be late and you know that makes me piss-" He pauses, glancing to the toddler beside you and then the baby in his arms and finishes lamely, "-grumpy."

Felix grins, squinting up at Minho. "Good save, hyung."

"You be quiet." Minho quips back, shifting slightly, as Hyunjin stands and takes the baby from his arms.

"Really, we'll be fine." He assures the two men standing together now in the doorway-Minho looking impatient and Chan looking unsure-before he glances down at the baby and boops her nose, making her babble and giggle. "Right, Pen?"

"Okay." Chan sighs, reaching up to brush some stray curls back from his forehead, before he adjusts his suit jacket, glancing to Minho. "If you're sure-"

"We're sure, god." You laugh, motioning with your head toward the waiting front door. "Get the hell out of here already."

"'Heck.'" Minho corrects you firmly with a glare in your direction, his gaze sweeping to the impressionable little girl still doodling with Felix.

You stick your tongue out at him. "Get the heck out of here already."

Minho wraps his arm around his husband's waist and tugs him toward the door. "C'mon, princess. Let's go then."

"Byyyye." Hyunjin sing songs in a teasing voice, wiggling his fingers at the duo.

In his arms, Penelope giggles and tugs at a long strand of his blonde hair.

Chan gives you all one last worried look before he lets Minho pull him out of sight.

You hear the front door shut and then the car start, and then they're gone.

From the floor, Ophelia claps her hands, beaming up at Felix.

"Uncle Lix, can we go to the park?"

Felix grins and tousels the girls dark curls, so much like Chan's.

"Of course we can, FeFe. Let's get your coat."

Hyunjin grins-cat like and mischievous-at the little girl from his spot on the couch, playing with Penelope.

"Get ready, Fe, because we're about to have the best day ever."

Ophelia cheers, and you grin at Felix, as he rises to get the little girl's coat.

Hyunjin stands, hoisting the baby on his hip.

"All right gang. It's about to get crazy. Let's hit the park."

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It takes longer than originally planned to wrestle both girls into their jackets and shoes and gather all the supplies needed for a day at the park, and by the time you all finally get out the door, the girls are more than a little excited-shrieking and bouncing-and the three of you are sweating.

"Oh my god." Felix breathes out, swiping at his brow, as he snatches Ophelia as she darts by, securing her safety helmet onto her head with a snap under the chin. "I can't believe the hyungs do this every day."

"Right?" Hyunjin groans, struggling to set up the stroller, as you watch, Penelope sucking happily on her fingers from her place on your hip. "I'm never having kids."

"Seriously." Felix readily agrees, nodding, before he dashes after Ophelia to stop her from going off the sidewalk and into the street. "FeFe, wait right there!"

"Even with me?" You question teasingly, settling Penelope into the now upright stroller, buckling her in before you tuck her blanket around her chubby legs, kicking happily.

Hyunjin gives you a shocked stare.

"Especially with you." He retorts back. "Your kids would be absolute terrors."

"Ah baby." You coo, leaning over to press a quick kiss to the corner of his full lips with a smile. "C'mon. They'd be so cute."

Felix arrives, dragging a resisting Ophelia by the upper arm, breathing heavily.

"They'd be so cute." He agrees, having caught the tail end of the conversation, as he carefully releases Ophelia and watches her warily for any sign she's going to dart again.

When she doesn't he pats her on her helmeted head and gives her her little push scooter, which she takes happily and begins to ride down the sidewalk.

Hyunjin pushes the stroller, and you all follow behind.

"But hear me out-" Hyunjin argues, maneuvering the stroller over a rough patch of sidewalk, as Penelope babbles happily and throws around a rattle.

Felix narrowly saves Ophelia from tipping over on her scooter and then returns back to your sides.

"-What if we just don't have our own kids-" Hyunjin continues, glancing down to check on Penelope, whose face is barely visible beneath the brim of her pink sunhat. "-and just borrow everyone else's? That way, we can have kid time, but give them back before they ruin our lives completely."

"Genius." You reply back dryly, and narrowly avoid him swinging out a hand to hit you.

"I dunno." Felix muses, as you turn the corner and the park comes into view. "My kids would be pretty fucking cute."

"You can't say that in front of them!" Hyunjin hisses back, glaring, referring to the swear word Felix had just let slip.

While glaring, he completely misses a crack in the sidewalk and stumbles, almost losing hold of the stroller.

"Fuck!"

Ophelia stops just ahead of you, staring at Hyunjin, her eyes wide, and then loudly parrots out, "Fuck!"

"Oh shit." Felix mutters beneath his breath, eyes wide.

You choke on your spit, and Hyunjin promptly loses all color in his face.

Ophelia, unaware of the terror she's just caused, happily begins pushing her scooter again in the direction of the park, humming over and over beneath his breath, without a care in the world, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Minho-hyung's gonna kill you." Felix whispers out, voice lowered, as if he's worried the man in question can already hear you.

"Correction-" You mutter back, watching the toddler go on her merry way. "-Minho will probably think it's funny. Chan is definitely gonna kill you."

"Oh god." Hyunjin groans, and Penelope shrieks happily from inside the stroller, as if echoing her uncle's very clear turmoil.

"Well." Felix grimaces, staring after Ophelia again. "At least you didn't teach her something worse."

"Worse? Worse?" Hyunjin croaks out, pushing the stroller after Felix, his face full of disbelief. "What could be worse than 'fuck'?!"

Felix shrugs, glancing over his shoulder.

"I mean. Her dad's from down under. And in Australia, one of the most commonly used curse words is cun-"

"Felix!"

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"Okay, trust me, FeFe, this is gonna be awesome."

You glance up at Felix's voice from where you're sitting in the shade of a tree with the baby, happily playing with toys on a blanket you had spread out.

He's standing at the start of the monkey bars, ready to swing across, and Ophelia is behind him, watching with wide eyes.

"Uncle Felix is totally gonna biff it, Fe, watch." Hyunjin crows from the ground below, hand over his eyes to shield against the afternoon sun as he stares up at them.

Felix shoots him a glare, and easily swings the length of the monkey bars.

"Aha!" He announces triumphantly, pointing at Hyunjin. "Still got it!"

Hyunjin rolls his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say."

He steps up to help Ophelia cross the monkey bars next, holding her up from below, and both he and Felix clap when she makes it across, beaming proudly as she sets her feet down on the safety of the playground once more.

Felix retreats to sit beside you in the shade, reaching for a water bottle, his face red from the heat of the sun, as Hyunjin swings a giggling Ophelia onto his shoulders and heads in the direction of the slides.

Penelope coos at the sight of him and reaches up from where she's precariously sitting, stretching her arms to Felix.

"C'mere, Pen." Felix says, reaching down and pulling her onto his lap, settling her comfortably in the cross of his legs.

You laugh-she looks like a little bird in a big nest.

Penelope grasps the toy Felix offers her in a chubby fist and contentedly shoves it into her mouth without another sound.

Somewhere within the park, Ophelia shrieks.

"What, you'd rather sit in the shade with me and Pen than play on the hot, twisty slides with Hyunjin and Fe?" Felix asks you, giving you a sidelong grin, as you reach for a package of crisps and hand one to the baby in his lap.

"Actually-" You retort, giving him a smirk, taking the water bottle from him and gulping a swig. "-I'm just here to establish an alibi." You motion with your head in the direction Hyunjin and Ophelia had disappeared. "When Chan kills him for teaching his daughter to swear, I can tell the police that I haven't even interacted with him or been in his vicinity since this morning."

"Ah." Felix laughs, leaning over to press a kiss to your temple. "Smart."

"Hey!"

The call of Hyunjin's voice, closer now, draws you and Felix's attention, as he appears around the slide, Ophelia on his back, piggy back style.

He waves you down as he gets closer.

"I taught Fe a new word!"

"Oh god." Felix groans from beside you.

"Yeah!" Hyunjin nods excitedly, swinging Ophelia to her feet beside the two of you. "Tell them what I taught you, Fe."

Ophelia sits down beside Felix on the blanket, Penelope giggling at her sister's presence, and points directly at her uncle, before announcing proudly, "Uncle Felix is a bottom!"

You choke on your spit and instantly crack up.

Felix looks like he's going to hand over the baby and murder Hyunjin right then and there.

Ophelia just looks triumphant, her rosy little cheeks red from the sun, as she leans over to steal one of Penelope's crisps.

"Pretty good, right?" Hyunjin arches a brow, smirking at you both now.

Felix sighs. "How're you gonna explain that one to the hyungs?"

Hyunjin plops down on the blanket beside you, stealing the water bottle from your hands and taking a swig with a grin.

He gives a little shrug. "Easy. I'll just tell them we taught her about bunk beds."

"We don't own one." You point out with a little giggle, swiping the water bottle back.

"We will after this." Felix mutters beneath his breath, glancing down at the babbling baby in his lap. "You're my witness, Pen, Uncle Hyunjin is not sleeping in the same bed as Uncle Felix again."

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"Oh, my babies!" Chan bursts into the living room, sweeping up Ophelia and Penelope in one swoop, snuggling them to him and pressing dozens of kisses to their heads and cheeks as both girls giggle wildly. "Daddy missed you!"

"You act like you were gone for days." Hyunjin scoffs from his position on the couch, watching lazily as Felix cleans up crayons off the floor. "You literally saw them three hours ago."

Chan fixes your boyfriend with a stern look over his daughters' heads. "Hwang Hyunjin, you'll understand someday when-"

"I'm a parent. Yeah, yeah, yeah, hyung." Hyunjin rolls his eyes, waving the older man off. "Still don't think I'll be half as clingy as you."

"How were they?" Minho asks, coming up beside Chan to take Penelope from his arms, pinching the baby's full cheeks lightly as she smiles toothlessly up at him. "Everyone's alive, I see, so it couldn't have gone too badly."

"Speak for yourself, hyung." Hyunjin says as he pushes himself upright on the couch, stretching with a yawn and a triumphant look in Felix's direction. "I decimated Felix with a pretty sick burn earlier."

Felix flips him off where the girls' can't see.

"I wasn't worried about any of you hooligans' well being." Minho replies dryly, glancing down at Penelope, happily chewing on a toy in his arms. "My babies are perfect angels, and you're lucky to get to spend time with them. I was worried about leaving them with all of you."

"We were also perfect angel babies." You quip back, giving him an innocent sweet grin as he glares at you. "We went to the park and had the best time."

Something wicked comes across Felix's face as he sits back on his heels, glancing to Chan and Minho, before his gaze sweeps to Hyunjin.

"Yeah, and Hyunjin taught FeFe a new word."

"Oh really?" Chan exclaims, glancing down at Ophelia, his eyes sparkling.

"Oh yeah. It was great." You join in with a dangerous smirk in Hyunjin's direction, ignoring the panic in his eyes and the desperate swipes of his hand across his throat, silently signaling shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up.

Minho narrows his eyes between the three of you.

Felix's grin grows wider. "Fe, why don't you tell your daddies the new word you learned from Uncle Hyunjin?"

"Yeah, why don't you?" You encourage, staring at the toddler held in Chan's arms, looking between her dad's with wide, innocent eyes.

"Oh god." Hyunjin groans, sitting ramrod straight on the couch, his entire body tense and ready, as if he's preparing to flee at any moment.

"What word did you learn, baby?" Chan asks sincerely, because leave it to Chan to see the best in people and misread the room.

Minho is staring at Hyunjin with something akin to murder on his features.

Ophelia pops her sucker out from her mouth after a few more contented sucks, and with a giant grin aimed at her father, announces loudly and proudly, "Fuck!"

Chan's eyes go wide and his mouth drops open.

"Hwang Hyunjin. I'm going to k-i-l-l you." Minho growls, his stare leveled on Hyunjin, who is trying his best to escape the room without notice.

"I swear it was an accident, hyung, I didn't even mean to say it-"

"You should run, Hyun." Felix says gleefully, watching everything with bright eyes and a large grin. "Before hyung loses his cool entirely and f-u-c-k-s you up."

Minho hands the baby to Chan and stalks toward the retreating Hyunjin.

Hyunjin makes for the door with a shriek and a mad dash, Minho close on his heels.

"S-h-i-t!"

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