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skzstannie · 4 months

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Hii it’s okay if you can’t but I was wondering if you could do a skz x 9th member reader where she was in a car crash as well as the others? But she was badly injured as well and had to be looked after by chan because she wasn’t in good condition? Totally okay if you can’t thanks❤️

"You're awake!"

SKZ-> ot8 x 9th member!reader (Chan-centric)

genre: angst, hurt/comfort wc: ~3,200 cw: some cussing, car accident, reader and skz get hurt

summary: ^^ see request

A/N: Hello! Not super happy with how this came out, but I hope you still like it anon! Started a new semester, so updates will be less frequent, but I'll still be lurking in everyone's feed through likes and reblogs 👀

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"I'm just saying, if penguin's could fly, I think they'd take over the world."

"Felix, literally what are you talking about?" you give him a strange look from where you're seated diagonal from him in the car.

"If penguins ever learned to fly, I think they'd try to overthrow the government in a vengeful fury."

You all sit in silence for a moment, trying to preserve the last of your braincells from deteriorating.

"Okay..." Seungmin responds, quirking his eyebrow at him.

"I am so excited for tonight!" you break the silence that settles, practically vibrating in your seat from the excitement.

"We know, you haven't stopped talking about it," Minho boredly comments, his phone lighting up his face from the shadowy back seat.

Jeongin throws an elbow in his side from where he's seated beside him, earning himself a nasty glare from the man. "Don't be mean to Ynnie, she's just excited to perform."

"I'm so sorry. Let me rephrase that," he clears his throat, setting his phone down in his lap, "Oh my gosh, I know! It's all you've talked about since this morning!" he squeaks, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," you mumble, rolling your eyes at your grumpy member.

Before Minho has the chance to respond, your entire world is shaken when another car T-bones you from the right.

Time seems to slow down as the car is flipped, sending you out of your seat towards the ceiling of the car. Your seatbelt manages to control some of the damage to your head, but it slices into your neck from the pressure. Blood starts to drip out of your wound, but you don't even feel it as your hazy gaze travels over to your members.

Your breath hitches in your throat as your eyes land on Felix's still body in the back seat, his eyelids draped shut. He doesn't appear to have any other injuries, but you're immediately ripped away from the sight of Felix when you hear Minho groan in pain. You Jeongin a quick once over, and upon seeing no visible injuries, keep your eyes moving. You don't miss the way Jeongin's hands are firmly grasped around Felix's forearm as he shakes the older man, trying to wake him.

It's painful to twist in your seat, but you do so anyway. Catching a glimpse of Minho, you see a jagged piece of glass protruding out of his forearm. It appears small, but you know it must still hurt like a bitch. Other than that he looks okay, so you continue to look over your remaining members. His eyes are panicked as he frantically looks over the four of you. "You guys ok?" his voice shakes with fear, and his teeth are clenched from the pain radiating from the glass in his arm.

The ringing in your ears starts to subside a bit, and the grunts coming from your right get louder. Seungmin's arm is twisted at an unnatural angle, and there's blood dripping from his left eyebrow. You can't bring yourself to answer Minho, the shock still clouding your mind.

As the rest of your senses start to come back to you, your focus remains on Seungmin as he huffs in pain. You feel a stinging sensation in your thigh, but as you slowly start to drop your head to look, you feel a shaky finger reach under your chin.

Seungmin's reached his hand out, gently pulling your chin until your eyes meet his again.

"Just keep looking at me, Yn," he whispers. You do as you're told, but the pain is worsening by the second, and your breathing starts to quicken.

All else is tuned out as your eyes remain on Seungmin's unwavering gaze.

Seconds feel like hours as you sit there in the car. Your eyelids start to become heavy, and you fuzzily catch Seungmin's eyes turn frantic as your blinks become slower and more frequent.

"Just keep your eyes open, don't fall asleep," he repeats. His word are gentle at first, but as your mind turns to mud, his voice becomes louder and urgent, almost screaming at you. You feel a rough hand grab your shoulder from behind, shaking you. Their attempts to keep you awake are futile, though, as everything becomes too much for you to handle.

"No, don't close your eyes! Stay with me!" and that's the last thing you hear before you drift off into the darkness.

~ ~ ~

You're awoken to the sound of quiet repetitive beeping.

Opening your eyes is a task all in itself, your eyelids feeling impossibly heavy.

After a moment of struggle, you're met with the bright light from a window to your right. You slowly turn your head to the side, and you see Hyunjin, Chan, and Changbin all perched on the couch. It looks uncomfortable, the way all three of them are scrunched up on the little loveseat.

You let your gaze linger on them for a moment, their presence providing a calming sensation for your jumbled mind.

Suddenly, your surroundings overwhelm you. You become terribly aware of all the wires connected to you. The ECG stickers become your biggest enemy, and the IV sticking out of your hand makes you angry.

Really angry.

You groan when you try to lift your arm, a sharp, shooting pain radiating down from your shoulder. You push through the pain though, urgent to remove all these wires from your body. The bandages littering your body feel as if they're burning your skin, and you've never needed to get something off of you faster.

You begin to peel the bandages from your arms, the pain from the adhesive no match for the pain you had been feeling previous to their removal.

Your agonistic groans manage to wake Changbin, and he panics when he sees you frantically tearing at your ECG stickers.

He jumps up from the couch, earning a yelp from Hyunjin as he was using Changbin as a pillow.

You're too overwhelmed to care about their actions as you continue to tear at your skin, even the blankets covering your body feeling like burning coals on your skin.

"Woah, what are you doing? You can't take those off yet," Changbin tells you, rushing to your side to try and restrain your arms.

"They're hurting me," you mumble, wretching your arms out of Changbin's grip to continue to pull at everything that touches you.

"Yn," Hyunjin gasps, quickly standing to his feet, running over to help Changbin.

Chan awakens from the commotion, alarm bells immediately sounding in his head when he sees your panicked movements.

You become more frantic when Hyunjin grabs one of your arms from Changbin, rendering you immobile.

"Get off!" you screech, yanking on your arms as hard as you can. Chan quickly runs out of the room in search of any healthcare professional he can find.

"You're gonna hurt yourself," Hyunjin struggles against you, holding tightly onto your hand.

"Let me go!" you continue to scream like a banshee, "You're hurting me!"

Neither do as you say, fearing for what you'll do to yourself if they listen.

"You're ok," Changbin pleads, bringing one of his hands away from your arm to rest it gently on your forehead. "Please calm down, everything will be ok."

You're too panicked to notice Chan re-enter the room, a nurse trailing in behind him.

She has a shot in her hand, and she hurriedly comes up beside Changbin to administer the drug. She hastily inserts the needle into your upper arm, and it only takes seconds for your demeanor to soften. Your thrashing becomes weaker, and your shouts become quieter, turning into soft mumbles.

The guys let out a sigh upon seeing your eyes close, your stature finally relaxing into the hospital bed once again.

"What the hell was that?" Hyunjin huffs, slightly out of breath from the physical altercation.

"Sometimes patients can be violent when they wake up out of a coma. It can happen to anyone," the nurse explains, taking the chart off the wall beside the bed. "We'll get some soft restraints to put on her arms before she wakes up again. It's unlikely for her to panic again, but it's just a precaution."

The guys nod, all three of them staring at your now peaceful face.

~ ~ ~

The next time you wake up, you feel as if you're experiencing deja vu. Your eyes open slowly, and you wince at the feeling of them being crusted over from sleep.

You also become strikingly aware of the aching pain radiating from your thigh. Your leg remains immobile, and you feel the constricting cast running from your mid thigh down to your ankle.

You go to bring your hand up to rub your face, but your movements are restricted. Your attention is brought to your hands, now laying limply by your side. There are restraints covering your wrists. Your face contorts into an expression of confusion, and you glance at the couch to your right.

Seated there are Chan, Hyunjin, and Changbin. Your deja vu hits you harder when you see them resting against one another, sleeping soundly.

"Chan," you call out to him, your voice surprisingly hoarse, your throat scratchy and raw.

He immediately jolts up, waking the other two in the process.

"Hey, you're awake," he says, getting up from the couch.

He's cautious as he walks over to you, taking slow steps to get to your bed. Changbin and Hyunjin watch from the couch, keeping their distance. Their expressions rival Chan's, somehow looking even more timid.

"Hi," you suddenly feel shy under their gazes, "Why are you looking at me like that? I can't even move; can we get these things off of me."

"Yea, sorry, the nurse said it was just precautionary. I'll go get someone to take them off of you," Hyunjin gets up from the couch, hurrying out into the hallway.

Realization dawns on you, and you bring your eyes to meet Chan's again. "Did I hurt someone? What happened?"

"You were trying to hurt yourself," a nurse enters the room, answering the question for Chan. "You were in a coma for a couple days. Sometimes, when patients wake, they can turn aggressive. Which you did, but nobody was hurt, the boys stopped you before you could do any damage."

You just nod, not entirely sure how to respond. She explains in more detail what had happened as she takes the restraints off your wrists.

"We had to sedate you, so you were out for an additional day. On the bright side, your coma allowed for your body to do some of the tough healing while you were unconscious. You had a surgery on your thigh the night you were brought in due to a compound fracture in your femur. The surgery was successful. It seems to be doing well for now, of course we'll have to bring you back in for some check-ups, but you should be good to go for now."

Your eyes widen as she goes on and on. Chan sits beside you, rubbing a hand up and down your back to help comfort you. The nurse continues about the paperwork, and leaves to gather it so you can leave.

"How are you feeling?" Changbin asks from the end of your bed.

"Overwhelmed," you answer curtly. The thought of not being able to perform for a while hurts your heart. Not only that, but you can't even walk!

Your suddenly hit with a wave of memories from the night of the accident, and your eyes water at the thought of the rest of your members who were in the car with you.

"Are the other guys alright? Where are they?" your voice is panicked as you ramble off questions.

"They're ok, we promise," Chan reassures you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "They went home a couple days ago to rest. None of them got hurt as badly as you did. They all got some stitches, Seungmin's got a broken arm, and Felix has a pretty nasty concussion, but they're ok."

You sigh in relief, allowing your head to rest on Chan's shoulder.

The nurse comes back in, a folder filled with paperwork in hand. "As soon as you fill these out, you'll be good to go! Your medications and dosages are in this little baggy. You had some lacerations on your side, but we just covered them with butterfly bandages. The stitches on your neck can be taken out at your next appointment. Just be weary of them as you go about your day, try not to turn your head too quickly," she instructs, handing over the paperwork.

Within a few minutes, everything is filled out and you've been put in a wheelchair. Chan stands behind you, wheeling you out towards the van. Hyunjin carries your crutches from beside you, and Changbin holds your medicine and the paperwork.

Getting in the car was a hassle all in itself, as your leg felt like a million pounds with the cast on it. Your hip was so sore from laying in bed for so long, so you opted to have Chan lift you into the car.

Once finally settled, you lean back against the seat and close your eyes. You don't want to admit it, but you know these next few months are going to be difficult.

~ ~ ~

It's been a few weeks now, and things have started to go back to how they were before the accident. This is the first regularly scheduled week since then, and you're grateful for the normalcy.

Your managers had put everything on hold for a while, allowing you and the rest of your members to recover some. They knew it was a difficult time for all of you, and you were thankful for their leniency.

You have been spending most of your time on the downstairs couch, lounging around in front of the T.V. Various members would join you throughout the day, helping you with whatever you needed. Chan has certainly been the most doting, running at your every beck and call.

Today was no different; Chan decided to stay home with you while the rest of the members went to dance practice. He knew it'd probably put him behind, but they weren't set to perform for a good while, so he'll just catch up a different day. Plus, he knows Minho can handle them all just fine without him there.

The two of you are lounging on the couch, watching one of your favorite T.V shows, when Chan gets up to use the bathroom.

You hear the door close, and realize now's your chance. Your stomach's been growling for the past hour, but you didn't want to make Chan make you something.

However, you are done being the world's longest lounging couch potato, so you rise to your feet, grabbing your crutches from beside you, and make your way into the kitchen.

You know you don't have long before Chan finds you, so you ravage through the fridge quickly to try and find something to eat. You see your leftovers from the other night neatly packed away, so you grab those.

You carefully set your crutches down, leaning them on the counter next to you before hopping, leftovers in hand, to the microwave.

Unfortunately, the rug in front of the sink slips beneath you, and you fall onto the ground, your leftovers opening and spilling out onto you.

"Oh for fuck's sake," you sigh. Thankfully, you're not hurt, your butt just a little sore, but some of the sauce now decorates your cast.

You hear the door fling open from down the hall, and a frantic Chan bursts into the kitchen a mere second later. "What are you doing?" he's panicked as he rushes over to you, his arms looping under yours to pull you up.

"I was just going to heat these up because I was hungry, but then I slipped. I'm fine," you lightly push Chan away from you, knowing fully well that you can stand on your own.

He looks slightly taken back by your attitude, but nevertheless moves towards you again. He wraps his arms around you in an attempt to pick you up, no doubt to carry you back into your permanent spot on the living room couch, but you give him a firmer shove this time. "Did I hurt you?" he worries, his eyebrows scrunching.

"No, I just want to walk to the bathroom myself and get cleaned up," you explain, doing your best to keep your composure.

"I can help, let me grab you a wash rag for your cast," he bends down next to you, rummaging through the cupboard.

"Chan, please," you sigh. As much as you loved being babied at first, enough is enough. "I need some time by myself. I love you guys, but I'm not sure I've had a moment alone since the accident." Your arms are crossed as he stands, a pout forming on his face.

"But we just want to help you," he says, puppy-dog eyes on full display.

"And I thank you for all you guys have done the past month, but I really need to start doing things for myself again," you reach past him, grabbing your crutches and head down the hall to your bathroom. "Now to get this sauce off me," you mumble as you push the door open with the end of your crutch.

~ ~ ~

You're laying on your bed later in the day, knee propped up on a plump pillow to help alleviate some of the pain from your aching leg, when you hear a knock on door.

You tell them to come in, and the door opens to reveal Chan. "Hi," he's timid as he walks in. He takes a seat on the edge of your bed, a guilty look on his face.

"What's up?" you ask, sliding your bookmark into the crease of your novel.

"I wanted to apologize on behalf of all of us. We've been really clingy since the accident, and we didn't realize we were overstepping."

"Chan," you sigh, adjusting yourself to sit next to him. "Please don't beat yourself up about this. Honestly, I was just a little frustrated earlier and took it out on you. You guys have helped me more than you know these last few weeks. I really don't mind all the doting."

His eyes light up at that. "Really?" his voice is giddy, and you regret that you were the cause of his sadness before.

While the overprotectiveness really did get on your nerves a bit, if it brings them that much happiness to take care of you, you suppose you can get past your grumpiness and let them do it.

"Really."

"Guys, she changed her mind!" he yells, and not even a second later, your door swings open, seven smiling faces staring back at you.

They hurry into your room, clumsily fighting each other to sit on your bed. They're still cautious of your leg, but they all manage to fit, even if a little squished.

"Don't make me regret this," you joke, ruffling Seungmin's hair from where he's laid out on your lap.

"You know you love us," Chan comments, smirking at you.

"I certainly do."

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milkteabinniechan · 5 months

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please don't go

Bang Chan x !female reader. Friends to lovers fluff and smut. Chan is your best friend from childhood.

This is for the anon that sent me this wonderful suggestion!! My asks got all fucked up and then I lost your original ask I'm sorry :( I hope you like it!! <3

He was everything. And now he was on top of you. He knew everything about you. And now he was inside of you.

"God you're beautiful." Chan huffed out. His dark hair sticking to his forehead. His arms shiny from the sweat you were both creating. He was the beautiful one. You couldn't stop staring at his face. His brows furrowed together in concentration. His eyes locked into where he was sliding inside of you. Entering you at the most sinful pace. He had one hand wrapped around your thigh, propping you up around his hips, his other hand resting on your stomach so he could feel himself slamming inside of you. You watched him close him eyes as if he was trying to picturing your insides.

He was so intimate. So sensitive. You loved how he took his time with everything he did. You have known his since you both were kids. He went from teasing you about your newest haircut, to grabbing a handful of that hair in is perfect hands. You were leaving for University soon. Something neither of you ever wanted to talk about. He was staying here in your hometown to help with his dad's store. He knew you had to leave, to get away and start something new for yourself. He understood that better than anyone. But the thought of you leaving, driving away with a backseat full of suitcases and memories, was too much for him to take. He knew it would break him. So you didn't talk about it. Until tonight.

The night started like any other. Chan came over with plenty of junk food for your weekly movie night. It was your turn to pick the movie and he would bring the snacks, which usually means lots of sweets and sugar. You even came to calling him sweet tooth now. He disliked the name at first, rolling his eyes every time you spoke it. But he smiled at it now. You knew he liked that he had a name, that you gave him a name that was just for the two of you.

You both claimed your regular spots on the couch, a fair distance from each other but close enough that your hands would accidentally brush if you reached for something. You started the movie "Gremlins" and opened a bag of sour patch kids. Chan reached over to your lap to grab a few for himself. The sudden sensation of his hand inside the bag between your legs sent shivers through your entire body. You were going to miss him so much when you left. And all you could think about was savoring every moment with him while you could. But Chan wasn't talking, he wasn't laughing at the movie, he just sat in silence.

"You okay?" You mumbled with a mouth full of sour candy.

Chan's eyes stayed glued to the TV screen as he answered, "Yeah. Fine."

You rolled your eyes and let out a loud, obnoxious sigh. He should know by now that you know him. You know him inside and out. So you pause the movie and turn your body toward his.

"Let's not do this," you start, "Tell me what's bothering you."

Chan stands up from the couch and heads toward the kitchen. "Does it matter? You're leaving soon anyway."

You follow close behind him and grab is arm to turn him around. "No! Don't do that! You know why I'm leaving. You know it kills me to leave you."

"Obviously not enough, because you're leaving. Sure we'll call and text at first, but then you'll meet someone, some great guy, and I'll just be the loser you grew up with that never got up the nerve to make a move.." Chan had tears in his eyes. His hands were shaking. He had been holding this is for a while now.

"What do you mean make a mo-" your sentence was cut short but Chan's lips against yours. Both his hands cupped your face as his mouth and yours pushed back and forth into one another. Your height was making it difficult to reach his mouth like you wanted. You pressed up on the tip of your toes in an attempt to gain more leverage. And just like he had read your mind, Chan picked you up and held you around his waist. He chuckled inside your mouth mid-kiss and the feel of you against him. You ran your fingers through his hair and gave it a slight tug so your eyes met for a moment. The two of you had always had a connection. Very little words had to be spoken to understand what the other wanted, but you could see in his eyes he wanted to hear it. He wanted to hear your voice say that you wanted him as badly as he wanted you.

"I want you." You breathed out.

Chan was maticulous in the way that he touched you. Memorizing every curve and valley of your body. You watched as he kissed your thighs, tracing kisses up to your cunt. He made eye contact with you at the entrance of your core. You shivered at the feeling of his warm breath onto you. You spread your legs for him with a smile. "Do you want to see how I taste, sweet tooth?"

Chan nodded his head quickly. His eyes glossy and focused. He was in a trance and all he could see was you. The first sensation you felt was his nose. The contact made your back arch. You rolled your hips slowly into his large nose. You really fucking loved his nose. His tongue was next, giving long laps on your drenched cunt. Laps like a dog, his eyes closed, almost hypnotized look on his perfect face. He was taking his time, using his tongue to spread open your lips and folds. Low moans leaving his lips while he buried himself deeper. Your lips were thrusting faster now, climbing towards your orgasm. Your best friend about to make you come. Your best friend about to see you come undone for him.

"make me come, channie please" you beg.

Chan lets out a desperate growl as he grabs your ass and pulls you close to his hungry mouth. In turn you grab a handful of his hair with both your hands, riding out your orgasm into his face. The ecstasy overwhelming as you lay on the bed spread open and panting. Chan sat up on his knees and waited. He tilted his head. "You okay?"

You lifted your head to meet his gaze. He was so patient. So kind. You just wanted to fuck the shit out of him. He was your best friend and now he was so much more.

warnings: oral (female receiving), slight stomach bulge mention, unprotected sex (use protection!)

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anton-luvr · 7 months

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can you do childhood enemies to lovers with sungchan please 🤞 i love ur writing!!

# MR. CONSIDERATE.

𖦹 childhood enemy!sungchan x fem!reader | fluff | ce2l au 𖦹 note ; tysm for requesting anon!! i had so much fun writing this i love sungchan </3 thank u for waiting and i hope u like it!

Sungchan's yawn changes into a frown when he notices the pair of unfamiliar shoes by the door.

His aunt never mentioned about having guests over.

Thinking he had to endure another awkward social interaction, Sungchan sighs as he takes off his own shoes.

Don't get him wrong, he loves his aunt to bits.

But oftentimes, the friends she had over would nag him till his ears were ringing, endless questions about his college and non-existent dating life thrown his way.

So when he steps into the hallway to see that it's only a girl about his age with his sister in the living room, he's instantly relieved.

Until he notices his aunt is nowhere in sight.

"Somin," he calls out suspiciously, making his way over to the living room. "I'm home!"

The little girl squeals in delight, and she rushes over to hug Sungchan tightly. "'Chan, meet my new friend!" she says excitedly, pointing at you.

The smile on Sungchan's face freezes.

When he last saw you more than ten years ago, he had celebrated the fact that he would never have to see you again, but here you were: standing in his aunt's living room and staring right back at him.

Memories rush through his mind like a rollercoaster: childish fights over ice-cream, competitive glares exchanged when the teacher gave back your grades, and the promise he made to himself to hate you forever.

"S-Sungchan?" you sputtered, snapping him out of his thoughts. "What are you doing here?"

And just like he used to, Sungchan gets defensive. "What are you doing here? This is my aunt's house." he asks back, tone sharp and bringing an edge of hostility.

"She's the new babysitter!" Somin replies, unaware of the situation. "Her name is Y/N, isn't she nice?"

"Y/N, this is my brother! His name is Sungchan." Somin continues, grinning brightly at you.

You bite on your tongue to hold back from snapping back at Sungchan, feigning a surprised expression in response to Somin's introduction.

"Okay, bye! I need to go watch TV now." she sings, dashing off.

A heavy silence settles between the both of you as she leaves you alone, and Sungchan fakes a cough to break it.

"Sorry about that." he muttered.

"Oh, it's fine." you lie, shifting uncomfortably on your feet.

Sungchan shakes his head strongly at this, making his way into the kitchen.

"No, it's not. It's our first time meeting after forever, and this is how I treat you." he sighs. "Here, let me get you something to drink."

Not saying another word, you simply follow him into the small but cozy kitchen.

You watch as he pulls out two cans of soda from the fridge, and a small smile rests on your lips when you recognize the brand.

"I didn't know they still sold these sodas." you said, sliding into a seat by the kitchen counter.

They had been the most popular ones when you were a kid, and you would save your allowance to buy them during the scorching summers.

Sungchan makes a huffing noise as he places them on the counter, sliding one towards you. "You won't believe how expensive they are now." he complains. "It's almost five dollars a can!"

Hearing him complain like a grumpy middle-aged man, you couldn't help but laugh.

"What's so funny?" he asks, confused as he takes a sip from his can.

"You sound like an old man." you giggle, pretending to dodge when Sungchan picks up his soda as if to throw it at you.

The silence from earlier returns as your laughter dies down, and you wrack your brain to think of something to say.

Thankfully, Sungchan beats you to it.

"So... how's life? How have you been?" he asks.

Shrugging, you take a sip. "Not much. I'm on summer break from college, so I thought I'd earn some money at it while resting."

Sungchan hums, leaning back on his chair.

"And my aunt hired you to babysit my sister? Yikes." he mumbles jokingly.

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "I see that you're still the same, huh?" you retort.

As if you had accused him of a great crime, Sungchan gasps and dramatically clutches at his chest. "Hey, if this was us back then, we'd already be fighting and screaming at each other on the floor!"

The fact that it's happened before makes you chuckle, shaking your head.

It was crazy to think about how you used to hate him with all your guts, but here you were, having a conversation with him in his aunt's kitchen.

And as if on cue, you hear the front door rattle open and the loud chatter of ladies fill up the house.

"Oh God," Sungchan groans, mortified as he buries his face in his hands. "My aunt brought her friends over again."

You didn't understand his reaction till they swarmed over, chatting away like a coop of chickens.

"Oh wow, who's this gorgeous lady?" one of the ladies asked, waving enthusiastically at you.

"Is this your girlfriend? You never told us you had one!" another lady teases, whacking Sungchan on the shoulder.

He chokes on his soda, shaking his head frantically. "W-We're just friends! She was taking care of Somin, that's all!"

"Hmm, and maybe she can take care of you too!" one of them adds in, smirking at Sungchan.

"Someone's turning red!" Sungchan's aunt notices, laughing along.

Sure enough, his face was the color of a strawberry. Embarrassed, he stands up quickly, pulling you up with him by the hand.

"Okay, it's getting late, I have to take her home." he rambles, tugging you after him as he squeezes his way to the door.

"You do?" you echo, following him in surprise.

"Aw, our Sungchan is all grown up! He's bringing a girl home, how sweet!" one of the lady coos, and Sungchan's eye twitches.

"Bye!" he shouts, slamming the door shut behind the both of you.

All noise fades the moment he does, and the peace of the night wraps around you like a hug.

"Sorry about that. My aunt's friends are... something." Sungchan mumbles, annoyed.

"It's fine." you say. You were sure you had at least five aunts from your family who were the same, if not worse.

"Wait, but are you actually going to take me home?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at the brown haired boy.

Eyes widening, Sungchan plants his hands on his hips. "Of course I am! What kinda douchebag do you think I am to let you go home alone in the dark?" he scoffs, seemingly offended.

Shrugging, you laugh as you walk away. "Well, let's go then, Mr. Considerate."

He catches up to you with a "Hey, wait for me!", your footsteps falling together in a rhythm as you make your way home.

"Anyways, how about you? How's life?" you ask.

Sungchan hums at this, kicking a random rock on the sidewalk. "It's good. I'm finishing up my degree in engineering, then I'll probably start working."

"Oh, cool!" you say softly. "I would never have guessed you wanted to be an engineer." you laugh. "You were so obsessed with being a fireman back then."

Your words unlock another memory for Sungchan, and he smiles to himself.

Silence falls between the both of you again, but it felt more comfortable this time.

And as you continue walking together, Sungchan can't help but look at you from the corner of his eye, the old hatred softening away into unfamiliar adoration.

And he realized his aunt's friends were right. You really were gorgeous.

Your eyes still had the mischievous glint he used to hate, your cheeks a soft pink from the cool autumn breeze, while the orange street lamps overhead cast a soft glow on you - almost like an angel.

His face burns in realisation when he catches himself admiring you, and Sungchan's about to slap himself when you stop in your tracks.

"Alright, this is it. Thanks for walking me back." you smile, pointing at the apartment complex you stayed at.

Sungchan smiles back, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. "No problem," he says. "It was nice seeing you again."

You nod, waving as you walk up to the entrance.

"Goodnight!" you call, pulling out your access card.

But the beep of verification has barely gone through when it's cut off by Sungchan, shouting.

"Y/N, wait!" he calls.

"Do you want to go get a coffee or something tomorrow? J-Just to catch up." he stutters, eyes shining with what seems to be nervous anticipation.

"Sure," you say immediately, surprising yourself. "Text me the details?"

"I don't have your number though." Sungchan says, smiling sheepishly.

You face palm yourself, dumbfounded. "Sorry," you laugh awkwardly, taking his phone from his outstretched hand.

He watches in amusement as you type in your number, failing at least twice because you kept pressing the wrong number keys.

God, you were so cute.

"Still struggling with numbers?" Sungchan teases when you pass his phone back to him, and you slap his arm. "I passed math in high school, get it right." you scold lightly.

He grins, slipping his phone into his pocket. "Well, you can tell me all about it tomorrow," he says casually.

His words make your cheeks warm up, and you nod.

"Bye!" you call out, stepping into the lift.

Sungchan waves back as the lift doors close, and he can't help but smile like an idiot.

It seems like he wasn't going to hate you forever after all.

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suengmi · 1 year

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can you do where boyfriend! skz are teasing w reader but say a joke that hurts their feelings and they realize and immediately apologize and make it up to you (fluff)

hi anon!! ty for being my first ask, im excited to write! not sure if you wanted full stories/drabbles but i hope you like what i did! <3 also i'm a bit unwell and drained from work so pls be kind. took so long because i ended up writing a lot for some.... like a lot OOPS i trailed off a bit to make it more realistic but asjsdkkjasd anyways im sorry if it's not exactly what u wanted ;_; i did my best, plus i didn't want to make it all the same i guess? but yeah about .6k for each member!

warnings will be written below member names!! all under the cut~

warnings for all: not completely proof read but wanted to answer this prompt asap!! i'm half asleep it's 3am pls also all gender neutral!

┋bang chan ┋

context: grocery store is never fun, especially when your boyfriend doesn't know how hard it can be for you. new!relationship, domestic bliss grocery shopping for a night in

warnings: slight ableism??? before he knows??? idk, chan a bit spicy with his words so not complete fluff my b, some cussing, not the fluffiest pls im sorry idk what HAPPENED

word count: .6k

chan grunts at you, eyes rolling, "i told you it's the wrong one you dumb dumb. "

you look down at the japanese curry powder, trying to make sense of the words written before you. you haven't been with chan for long, but he's treated you better than anyone you've ever met. he's kind, giving and always knows how to make you feel better. he knows that you're happier when it rains, he knows that you get angry whenever you lose a game, he loves that you always defeat him at uno and enjoys how you make a week long parade about it. he already loves you but definitely doesn't know it yet.

there is one thing you're still trying to gauge about chan is how sometimes he can shoot first and ask questions later, and this is one of those moments.

chan frowns, pointing at the curry packet in your hand. "this is the spicy one."

"i'm sorry." you say in a low tone, still trying to read the packet but the font is harder to read, "they look the same."

chan snatches the packet from your hand, placing it back next to the seemingly same ones. "well maybe if you read it you properly for once. i had the runs for like 2 days last time. you know me and spicy no agree."

"i can't.... sometimes."

chan turns to you. "huh?"

you take in a deep breath and speak fast, "i have dyslexia."

"what?" he questions confused.

it's then when the penny drops after a moment of silence. realization a wave over him, all the times he told you to read properly, how many times he made tut noises at your replies not having complete context and how he would grunt when you didn't comprehend something.

"why didn't you tell me? there's nothing wrong with that...?" he prods, gaze gentle towards you.

you fumble with your hands, picking at the skin at the sides of your thumb, your mind trying to find what to say. "i dunno."

he sounds so apologetic when he eventually speaks, he wonders how he could have been stupid. it makes sense. all the times you've told him about your ex and how he called you stupid and dumb for not reading well, making fun of you and saying you just don't pay attention. "i made fun of you so much... wow i'm a dick-

"no it's okay" you interrupt him, a small smile on your lips not wanting him to be hurt.

chan purses his lips while taking your hands in his. he looks at your eyes, his own intense and apologetic. "no- it's not okay, i make fun of you so much for thinking you just didn't pay attention, shit, i'm sorry. i joke all the time about how your brain is always else where."

and with that chan knows that he definitely could have picked up the pieces earlier, that you said it to him, without words. "i'm just... fuck i'm sorry."

"i just you know with my ex they-"

chan pulls you in for a tight hug, as if hushing the words you were about to spill, your glasses pushed against your eyes but you don't mind. he smells like fresh baby powder, his own scent you love mixing in with the clothes he's wearing. you know chan's going to make up for it and that he'll do everything to make you feel better. because you love him too, you just don't know it yet either.

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┋changbin ┋

context: changbin loves working out and you love watching him, even if you don't think he doesn't know. freshly known feelings, uni!au, living together in dorm (i know you said !boyfriend but this was too good not to write hehe)

warnings: CHANGBIN SHAMELESSLY FLIRTING ACK, implications of taking a relationship further (physically), voyeur reader lmao

word count: .5k

you turn your gaze over to your friend, housemate or whatever you two had going on was called. you'd never really thought of changbin as someone you'd like, his gentle an soft nature was a contrast to the man currently a few metres away from you. weights in hand and grunts slipping from his mouth. you lean your head back to get a better angle, the veins on his arm revealing themselves. you knew he liked you and you liked him, but neither of you would dare to open that pandoras box. well, not until tonight.

it's a moment later that changbin stops his routine, almost meeting your stare. you raise your brows, attention turning back to the laptop in front of you. what on earth was i doing? you think, pretending to type something into the computer.

"thirsty?" he asks you, pretending he didn't noticed your eyes on him every now and then for the last half hour.

you turn your attention to him "wha?"

he laughs into his chest, stretching out his arms, "you have drool on the side of your mouth."

"i do- i do not!" you say slamming the laptop down, folding your arms on your chest knowing you've been caught.

changbin laughs, sitting down on the couch next to you, "didn't know i owned a dog."

you had no idea he could be this cheeky, making fun of you for simply watching him. after all, you were perving in a sense.

"don't make fun of me! i know i was... watching."

a smile dances on his lips, knowing that you can be sensitive to these things. "i'm sorry." he almost sounds apologetic... almost. "but... it's just too good to catch you out." he says in a slow almost seemingly mocking way.

"stop it." you mumble, facing the other way. "you know i have issues with... bringing this stuff up."

changbin tugs on your ear to gain your attention, feeling bad for making you feel slightly uncomfortable. but hey, you were the one watching. he smiles and says, "i know i know, i'm just teasing. i'm really sorry."

"i know but... please don't, this is hard for me."

"okay okay," he whines, gently lacing his fingers in yours, testing the waters to see if you'd be okay with this affection. "i promise i won't make fun of you, but if you wanna watch feel free to, don't have to be shy about it."

a blush dances across your cheeks and ears, your tummy suddenly feeling a knot of embarrassment grow. "changbiiiin." you groan, planting your face into the couch cushion.

"okay maybe i lied, i'll definitely enjoy making fun of you."

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┋hyunjin ┋

context: you hate feet. hyunjin thinks it's funny. established!relationship, living together

warnings: obvi mentions of feet?? mentions of vomit

word count: .6k

hyunjin knew you hated feet, just how they looked, how they acted and gripped on the damn floor whenever someone would walk bare foot. hyunjin loved walking around the house barefoot, and it sometimes made you feel woozy, just the image of your own feet touching the floor... imagine. you shivered at the thought, sitting down on the couch next to your boyfriend, his feet dangling off the edge of the couch.

you pat your legs, instructing him wordlessly to lay on your lap. he complies without a thought, scooching back and nestling his head into your soft legs. he let's out a gentle "mm" as he settles in. "soft" he coos, rubbing his head a few times before turning his attention back to his switch.

after another episode of your favourite show, hyunjin suddenly brings his feet up, inspecting one of them. "i think i have glass in this one."

"do you need to do that here?" you say in a tone, eyes avoiding the grippers in sight.

"nah can you just check this one?" he says with difficulty, throwing his foot back towards your face. if you weren't so grossed out you'd probably be impressed by his flexibility.

"hyunjin please--" you swat away his foot with your phone, pushing yourself back into the couch.

"nah see in the big toe right here."

"hyunjin! you know i hate feet stop!"

he struggles, folding his body further to get his left foot near you, "babe just look here near the nail."

and that's when you feel a lump in your throat, nearly retching at the sight. the rice dish you had earlier suddenly feeling not so settled.

"oh shit." hyunjin says in a shock turning his attention to you, hearing your strangled noise. "are you okay?"

"no i'm not okay, go away." you say behind your hand.

shit, he knows he did wrong. his seemingly funny joke was definitely taken too far. he feels bad, real bad. he knew you didn't like feet but not this much. it'd never really come into question the time you'd been together, but god he had no idea.

"jeez i'm sorry." he's unsure where to place his hands and fumbles, words not forming correctly.

you sit in silence for a moment before regaining your thoughts. "don't. fucking. do. that."

hyunjin's eyes are pleading, the guilt in his face almost makes you not want to get him back but then realise you can use this to your advantage. you look over at the massage oils on the table and back at him. "i have an idea."

and you know he'll do whatever it takes. he still had glass in his foot, but that wasn't important right now.

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┋felix ┋

context: felix thinks your tummy is cute, but you're just not used to it.

warnings: mentions of weight, body issues, tight clothing, BUT ITS FLUFF I PROMISEEEE, felix just a silly soft goose

word count: .6k

"come out please." felix begs, head leaning against the door.

you're sitting in the bathroom on the floor, dressed in nothing but your boxer underwear and a tight bed shirt, felix's bed shirt. you can feel the anxiety seeping into your chest, the weight of reality hitting you. you and your boyfriend had been together for only a month, but this was the first night you were staying at his house. it was on a whim, since most of the trains and buses had stopped running. and of course, you had nothing to wear. so there you were, tight shirt and all. you've never been uncomfortable with your body, if anything you love your body. but for some reason the way that felix talked about your stomach irked you. maybe he meant it as a joke? what did he mean? either way you were upset and needed space for a moment.

"please, i didn't mean it like that." felix sighs against the door, "it's soft and i love it."

you cast a sad expression towards the door. still unwavering from your position. why do you have anxiety now about this? all he did was grab your tummy and tell you it's soft like a kitten belly, or how it reminds him of those marshmallows that fold and how much he loves it because it's you, and he loves you.

you hear nothing but the cracking of a knee, felix bending down to put his fingers through the gap of the door underneath. he splays his fingers like a cat trying to get in the bathroom, darting against the tiles.

"lemme in!" he chimes, grunting to get his fingers further in. "i'll get in either way!" he jokes, using both of his hands under door to attack. it makes you laugh. it reminds me of those videos of cats wanting to get into the bathroom, or videos of racoons grabbing food.

"am i close?" he jokes, moving his hands back and forth.

you groan, stifling a laugh as you get up to open the door. "not even." you say, being met with pleading eyes. you look down at him, his hands still pretending to search where the door once was.

but he suddenly swoops you into a hug, hands around your waist, his head pressed into your soft chest, enjoying the smell of his shirt mixing in with your scent.

you relinquish any negative thoughts you have, melting into the hug. "i know you didn't mean it like that but, i think i'm just nervous... because it's you."

he pulls back, arms still wrapped round your waist, probably a bit too tight. "it wasn't a joke, i do love it." his eye are filled with nothing but love and adoration for you, your body an your mind.

"just... choose different words, please... i'm not a roll of marshmallows."

felix pulls back suddenly before gently pressing a swift kiss to your lips. "tastes sweet." he retorts about your statement, ignoring your words before kissing you again.

"i'm-seri-ous." you say between kisses, you feel his his hands digging into your hips.

instead of stopping, he grins, love apparent in his eyes. "my marshmallow."

you roll your eyes, a bit of anxiety still in your throat but knowing he adores marshmallows, you figure it's okay for now.

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┋jisung ┋

context: a park date is cute until you get attacked my a crow, jisung think's it's funny. established!relatonship

warnings: jisung being a weenie, swearing

word count: .5k

the ground collides with your chest, the mud clouding your vision and your new shirt you brought for the date probably ruined. yep, i definitely tripped and yes it was embarrassing. you think, shame in your chest. of all the days, why your one year anniversary?

all you hear is the cackle behind you getting louder, sharp inhales of breath echoing in your ears. jisung has no shame, actively laughing at you stacking it to the ground.

"ahaha! the crow!!" he gurgles still, bending forwards over the picnic blanket, almost choking on his spit.

"jisung!" you yell, getting to your feet, seeing the mess on the front of you. that fucking crow, why did it choose me?

"jisung!" you yell louder, stomping over to the blanket, definitely covered in mud, dripping behind you as you walk.

"i'm sorry babe i'm-" he says between breathes.

you grunt before wiping the mud from your chest, still feeling it covering half of your face. "it's not funny."

"it fucking is."

jisung's laughs come to a halt as he realised you're upset upset, not just whining like you usually do. he notices how your eyes are suddenly pooling with wells. he stands to his feet and gently holds out his hands, "baby-"

"no!" you grumble, pulling your arms away, tears rolling down your cheek. "i just bought this top. now it's ruined." your dejected tone unsettles jisung, instantly feeling bad for making fun of you.

he says nothing, confused on how to react. but he waits patiently, allowing you to let out your feelings. he's always been good at this, always been patient with you.

after a breath you look back at him, red rings dancing around your eyes.

he smirks as he walks over to the mud and plainly sits down in it as if it what he was meant to do all along. you let out a small laugh, your hands wiping the rest of the mud from your face.

"what?" he asks plainly, as if nothing is weird. he grabs a handful of the mud before pressing it to his shirt, and then another handful to his hair, rubbing it in. "what's funny?"

you laugh behind your mud covered hand walking over to him. he smiles up at you like a puppy, knowing that he's succeeded in making you feel better.

and there he is, completely covered in mud, way more than you are and in that moment you fall just a little bit more in love with him. you lean down and press a gentle but muddy kiss onto his lips.

he stares up at you with nothing else to say, just sitting in the mud. you decide to join him, plopping down next to him, hand in hand as you both just sit in silence and completely covered in mud.

with jisung you didn't always needs words, sometimes the things he did for you were enough.

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┋lee know ┋

context: you're getting ready to go out with friends, but your hair has other ideas, established!relationship, living together.

warnings/other: kisses??? idk, cuss words

word count: .5k

"it's not working!" you huff, re-straightening the side of your bangs for the 6th time. minho was confused at first, wondering why you're so upset over something trivial and small from his point of view. but when he looks up from his phone to see you struggling, his left hand still lazily patting one of his cats. he speaks without thinking,

"it's definitely like a pigs tail." he chuckles, looking back at his phone. in his mind, he assumes that he was just making a light hearted joke, thinking it was cute the way you got so upset over something he coined as small. plus, pig tails are very cute if you think about it.

it wasn't until you made a little sob that he noticed how you were actually feeling. you stare in the mirror, realizing it in fact does look like a pigs tail.

"baby-" he let's out a small but gentle sigh, "i was joking,"

"no you weren't. it... does look like a pig tail." you say between a small dejected sob, lips curled down and hands at your side as you avoid the mirror.

"let me help?" he says so gently as he approaches the bathroom door. instead of letting him help, you just melt into his chest immediately, your sobs muffled by his shirt. "i look like shit." you say defeated.

he lets out a light laugh, kissing the top of your head a few times, "you never look like shit, you know... even with your pig tail."

you step back, immediately hitting the tight muscles of his chest with both of your fists, "fuck off i swear." you talk through your teeth, still frustrated but feeling the urge to laugh in your throat.

"there you are," he says pleased at your spice, fighting with you to place a kiss on your temple, your hand starts pushing on his jaw, his lips puckered and ready. "c'mere." he says through your fingers, still pushing his head towards you, his hands gripping at your neck. "let me-- love you."

after a few minutes of roughhouse struggle, you push him back, feeing slightly better. it's in this moment you realize that you in fact do not enjoy asking anyone for help. but you speak, dejected tone apparent. "yeah... please help."

and nothing else is said while he fixes your hair, gently pressing small kisses on your cheeks as he does so. he knows he can sometimes say things without thinking, but he also knows that you sometimes enjoy just as much as he does. it's why you love him and why you two work so well together. after a few minutes he steps back to admire his masterpiece, a triumphant smile on his lips. "hmm," he ponders, "i liked the pig tail better."

"oi, don't start again you little shit" you say as you begin chasing after him, giggles dancing in with his own as he runs down the hall, nearly slipping on the rug. "get back here! you're in for it!"

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┋seungmin┋

context: seungmin needs to shut his mouth sometimes, even if he doesn't know it. established!relationship, living together

warnings: seungmin being a spicy bitch, some playful physical aggression, kissing

word count: .5k

seungmin has you completely pinned under him on the couch as he covers you with kisses, not relinquishing his hold. "how many times do i have to say it?"

you grunt at the fact that he's weirdly strong in these situations, and as much as you struggle against his hold he's just completely powering over you. just the other day you were the one that had to help him open a jar. but thats besides the point. here seungmin is, currently trying to wiggle his way out of the fact that he took a joke too far. you're determined not to let him get away that easy.

you struggle once more against his hold, your legs flailing underneath him but he's just too damn strong.

he lets out a struggled breath, still above you. his hair falling gently from his face, "isn't sorry enough?"

you turn your head to the side, bottom lip pouting. "no."

"baby-"

you tut at him, tone almost darted, "don't baby me! you've lost your rights."

a gentle grin finds itself to dance over seungmin's face, he likes it when you fight back. he likes it when you put him in his place but still give him enough wiggle room to feel in charge.

"okay," he says with raised brows, "you win. i apologise."

you realise this is the perfect opportunity to get him back, for him making that stupid joke about something he knew you were insecure about.

"oh, whats this? kim seungmin, apologising, what was that?" you speak sarcastically. you're still under his hold, but you'll let it slide for now. "sorry i didn't quite catch that after you made me feel like shit for an entire hour. repeat?"

"i... apologise. i took it too far and i'm sorry."

you feel your chest rise, suddenly enjoying the power that seungmin has given to you. it takes a lot for him to admit he's wrong or that he's done wrong, this is just so damn satisfying.

"actually..." he trails off, letting your hands free a second before quickly grabbing the back of your neck. the kiss he planted on you was fast, and before you knew it you were laying back down on the couch, head dizzy from the sudden kiss, "you can't just make me forgive you with kisses." you speak in a semi-daze.

seungmin presses a kiss to your cheek and then a few more to your lips, the taste sweeter everytime. "i can, actually."

yeah, he's absolutely right. wait, what were we arguing about?

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┋jeongin┋

context: jeongin fucked up, and he wants to make it better. fresh!relationship

warnings: none? kissing maybes, TOO MUCH CUTE

word count: .5k

it only took jeongin about half an hour to attempt to make it up to you.

sometimes being with jeongin was hard, as you both communicated in very different ways, it definitely was something you needed to work on. though, the one thing you loved about him is the absolute time and effort he put into making everything just perfect for you. when it came to you, everything he did for you was worth it.

after taking a walk to calm your thoughts, you realized you were still frazzled from the way jeongin teased you and how you ended up crying, resulting in him just left behind in a confused state. sometimes it took a while for the penny to drop with him, but once he got it, he really got it.

you step through the front door of his house, gently removing your sandals to be met with the sound of jeongin jumping up from the couch, hands out in a display. "ta-da!" he yells, it startles you.

you turn to meet eyes with your boyfriend, his face with a stupid grin slapped across it.

"what is-" and that's when you notice the many items splayed across the ground. there's a few towels on the lounge table, a tub of what seems to be hot soapy water, a box of facemasks and some nail polish next to it. the lighting is low and your favourite soundtrack is playing. you notice the scent in the room, jasmine tea, your favourite.

jeongin takes a deep breath in before showcasing his wares. "salon de jeongin"

"babe i-"

he steps forward, taking your hands in his before guiding you to sit down. "cmon" he coaxes gently, his beautiful dark eyes watching your every step. you say nothing as you follow him, unsure of what's happening.

as if he knows you're going to speak, he places a gentle kiss on your forehead. "i'm sorry."

you marvel at the sight in front of you once more. the fact that he built you a whole salon in his living room within thirty minutes is mind blowing. he knows your favourite scent, your favourite songs and all the products you use. you didn't even realize he had those.

you're still at a loss for words, unsure of where to put your hands or body. jeongin just points to the chair, silly grin still plastered on his face and eyes wide.

you sit down in the chair, eyes darting to jeongin. "does it cost extra for shellac on my nails?"

jeongin pouts in thought, "just a kiss."

"i can do that." you say back at him. and that's all it takes, you know you'll talk later about this and how you can communicate better but this... this was enough for now. more than enough.

"actually," jeongin ponders before leaning so damn close to your face, "i think it's about 4 kisses."

DAMN THAT WAS SO LONG I SPENT LIKE AGES DOING THIS MY BAD, i know it's not exactly what u said but oh well i wanted to make them all different!!!! ty for asking!!!!!! <3

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liveforjeongin · 1 month

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hi can you do lees! hyunjin, seungmin, and lee know and lers! hyunjin, seungmin, and lee know

like they’re having a tickle fight

Nothing's Fair

Okay, first of all I wanna apologize. This is a request I got in OCTOBER and didn't even know how to start it until like last week, and I'm so sorry for making you wait so long, anon💔💔💔

I also have to confess I've never had or even witnessed a tickle fight (not really interested on it neither so-), so I just had no idea of how to do it, but I did my best and I hope is good.

Thank you for being so patient and thanks for the request<3

-tickle fic, if you don't like that you can keep scrolling

requested by: anon

warnings: swearing, and... I think no more

taglist: @itzsana-kiddingmenow @channieissocute125

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Minho, Hyunjin and Seungmin were in the mall. Seungmin wanted to buy some things and he asked his members to go with him, and who could say no to him if he looks at you with puppy eyes?

They were already about to go home when Hyunjin gave Seungmin a small poke on his ribs, according to him, to "calm him down", since the puppy-like boy was jumping around like a small kid, he had so much energy that day.

"H-HEY! Hyunjin!" Seungmin turned back and tickled for like 2 seconds Hyunjin's belly in return.

Hyunjin did his best to not yell through his laugh as he was used to, and just escaped the younger's hands.

Minho could help but chuckle at this whole scene, maybe they'll have something to do when they go back to the maknaes+Lino dorm...

Once back in the dorm, what Seungmin first did was organize all his new stuff, he was really organized and kind of a cleaning freak, so it wasn't weird from him to not even sit down first before organizing.

About 20 minutes later, Seungmin was already back in the living room with his members.

He sighed as he sat down next to Hyunjin "I hadn't realize I bought so many things..."

This made the other two chuckle, and Lino spoke up "To be honest, me neither. I guess you stop thinking about that when you're having fun"

Seungmin layed himself down across his two members laps "Yeah... I guess that's true" then closed his eyes for a second.

Serious mistake.

It didn't pass even a second before Minnie was attacked with tickles on his sides and armpits by the two dancers.

"N-NOHOHOHOH GUHUHUHUHUYS! WHAHAHAT DID I EVEN DOHOHOHO?!" Seung got to say through all his laughter

"Oh, nothing~. You were just being too cute~, besides, you put yourself in a very vulnerable position... We just can't help it~" Minho spoke.

"You also tickled me in the mall, you deserve this, Kim Seungmin~" Hyunjin teased, attacking even rougher the younger's sides.

"B-BUHUHUHUT YOU TIHIHIHIHICKLED ME FIRST!" Minnie defended himself.

"Mmmm... He's right, though. I think you deserve some tickling as well, Hyunjinnie~" Minho changed his target, now tickling Hyunnie's belly instead of Seung's armpits.

Seungmin sat back down again on the couch, going for Hyun's ribs.

"NOHOHOHOHOHO! THIS ISN'T FAHAHAHAHAIR!"

"Nothing's fair in this life, Hwang Hyunjin" Minnie started to change between tickling the ferret boy's ribs and sides, and Minho did the same with his belly and thighs.

Gosh, these guys were such merciless lers...

"OH MY GOHOHOHOD! HAHAHAHHAHAHA! HYUHUHUHUHUHUNG! SEUNGMIHIHIHIHIN! PLEHEHEHEASE STOP! STOHOHOHOHOHOP! IHIHI CAN'T TAKE IHIHIHIHIT!" Hyun begged through his laughter.

"Oh? But I thought you liked it~, am I wrong~?" Minho teased, not forgetting that time he tickled the younger dancer with Chan.

Extremely flustered, and in a kind of desperate act for stopping Lino from saying anything else, Hyunjin got to squeeze his side, forcing him to stop tickling him and just giggle.

Of course our Seungminnie wanted to join him, just to give Lee Know a taste of his own medicine, so he standed up and sat at the other side of the couch, next to Minho, and went for his thighs, a well known death stop of the older thanks to some braves who had dared to tickle him enough to find this out.

"FUHUHUHUHUCK! YOU TWO, STOHOHOHOP RIGHT NOW YOHOHOHOHOU BRATS!"

"Mmm... Not happening hyung. You always do this without any consequences... That's not fair at all, hyungie..." Minnie teased

"Seungminnie is right... You're the bratty one here, hyung. Accept it~"

Minho didn't want to accept it.

Of course not.

But shit... The sensations were too much.

"OKAHAHAHAHAY! OKAY OKAY FIHIHIHIHINE! IHIHIHI'M A BIT OF A BRAHAHAHAT... IHIHIHIHIHI'M SO SOHOHOHORRY!"

"Mmmm... I don't know... What do you think, Seungminnie? Should we let him go?"

"Mmmm..." Seungmin pretended to think about it, looking at his hyung getting wrecked so bad by them two "Okay, let's stop"

The two youngers stopped, leaving their hyung all breathless, he looked really cute... They couldn't help but cuddle him.

Lino just smiled to them and let himself be cared for. The three of them fell asleep there together very soon.

The best way to end the day undoubtedly.

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This is my absolute record guys I wrote it in TWO HOURS

AT SCHOOL

I'm really proud of myself for getting to finish it, and even more in such a small time

Anyway, I hope y'all liked it :3

#skz tickle #kpop tickle #stray kids tickle #tickle #tickle content #ahhie's blog

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straykids-gives-me-life · 10 months

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okay okay so foa i lovee your writing esp your smaus so i was hoping you'd do something similar to bf skz reacting to your relationship getting leaked thru dispatch like it was just very sudden and how they'd handle it

maybe an smau + text or whatever you'd be comfortable with

Feel free to ignore this tho lysmmm

Oml I'm so delulu anyways<3

Okay I know I got this request TIME AGO but I've literally just remembered I forgot to upload it so here it is...

P.s. I'm really sorry for the wait anon.

☆ Chan and Lee Know ☆

☆ Changbin and Hyunjin ☆

☆ Jisung and Felix ☆

☆ Seungmin and Jeongin ☆

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btsxmalereaders · 1 year

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break my heart myself

♡ pairing — lee minho x male reader

> genre — fluff | angst

> word count — 4,02k

> summary — despite being integrated into stray kids a little late, minho and you quickly clicked and started a great relationship. unfortunately, some fans can't still see it.

> tags — 9th!member, idol!au, jealousy, happy ending.

> a/n — hihi! i hope you enjoy this, and i'm sorry i'm a bit late posting your request u.u happy belated birthday, lovely anon!

You were certainly not having the best time now. Starting off by these couple of days have been really tough since your group is having a comeback soon; so you had to deal with rehearsals that didn’t seem to have an ending soon, a lot of photograph sessions with tons of makeup and dress changes, and endless nights locked up in the studio to write and record songs.

You tried to tell yourself it’s easy. Reminding yourself and repeating comforting words like it’ll all be over soon, and you’d be able to enjoy performing and connect with fans once the promotions started, but you were getting tired.

“Hey, are you ready for today’s recording? Everyone but us and Minho are already at the studio.” Changbin pats your shoulder and brings you back down to earth, to later nod get up from the couch. You were still sleepy and wanted to take a quick nap in the living room while everyone was getting ready, but you got too deep in your thoughts and you couldn’t get the chance to do it.

Minho exits your shared bedroom and sweetly smiles at you, approaching quickly and opening his arms to embrace you right after.

“Are you okay, sleepyhead?” He softly murmurs, making you chuckle.

“Yeah, just a bit tired. I’ll be better once we get to the studio, though.” You tell him not to worry him too much; Minho already had enough on his plate.

“Alright, the minivan is outside now, let’s go quickly before everyone starts complaining.” Changbin says.

It’s a quiet ride. Changbin decided to put on his headphones and listen to, you suppose, things he composed late night hours the past few weeks, meanwhile your head is resting on Minho’s shoulder as he scrolls down tiktok and laughs with you, liking cute kitty videos and some other random stuff about Stray Kids and another accounts he follows, obviously on a secret account.

Suddenly, an edit from a fan pops up. Short clips and photos of your boyfriend and Han at the rhythm of a love song. You don't say a thing, not even flinch, and Minho just keeps scrolling as if nothing happened.

Certainly, you have noticed all those fan edits, tweets and messages on vlive about the friendship between Minho and Jisung. It started even before you joined the group, so you understood where they were coming from, it still didn't make you feel comfortable about it. Because, even though you respected and loved their friendship, you didn't like the fact that your boyfriend was being shipped with another person by lots of people, while the attention of your dynamics, despite it being a little bit more subtle for obvious reasons, was being underestimated.

Nothing much was said in the way, Minho locked his phone a few minutes right before arriving and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. You walk separately, just in case, but as soon as you're on the 5th floor of the building, he takes your hand and smoothly squeezes.

"Oh god, you're finally here. What took you so long?" Hyunjin groans and stands up from his chair as soon as you enter Chan's studio.

"Sorry, I actually took my time to have breakfast, not like you who ate under 5 minutes and ran away."

Changbin tries to defend himself and leaves his belongings on the desk.

"It's not our fault you eat so slowly." Hyunjin continues to joke, so Bin furrows.

"Okay, okay, enough. We have a lot of work to do today." Chan steps up with a smile and starts giving updates for you guys and general directions.

So you all do as told, spending a good time deep in the lyrics of a new song and getting familiarized with it, owning it and adding everyone's details, singing with your hearts and praising each other. It's a song Jisung wrote and you all couldn’t help but be amazed by how great it was.

After a few hours of singing and arranging, you all decided it was time to take a break and get something to have for lunch. The maknae line offered to go to the cafeteria and get you all food, meanwhile Chan, Minho, Changbin and you waited and threw some ideas to continue with the recording; well, it was mainly Changbin and Chan arranging some stuff, too deep in their world meanwhile you two were snuggled on the couch.

His fingers on your hair, touching softly, a humming which you could say resembled the singing of an angel, and his other hand with a tight holding of your back. Yet so careful and subtle. You loved the way Minho made you feel; like home, safe and sound. Loved, above all.

You were so grateful to get the chance to be part of the group, since you joined a little later, but it still impressed you the easiness of how they welcomed you and how the fans were happy about it. After all, it was meant to be. You 'd like to think that, at least.

In between the calmness that just set, you look up to find Minho with his eyes closed, so you admire him closely; every mole, his bright and soft skin, his calm breath, his humming alongside the rhythm of his heartbeat making you feel at ease. A feeling you wouldn't trade for anything.

A few minutes later, everyone gets back in the studio with bags in their hands, the smell of food makes you realize you're hungry, so you stand up and kiss the tip of Minho's nose and smile before helping the guys with the bags.

Everyone takes a seat and begins to unpack the food, rushing to eat something to put you all in a better mood for the next few hours of work ahead of you. Occasionally you discuss what you have done so far, but you try to make the rest of the break pleasant and distracting so that everyone feels a little less tense.

"Oh, guys," Felix speaks up as you're about to finish. "Why don't we pair up and upload some tiktoks of what we're doing? It could be like a little spoiler for stays."

"Yeah, it'd be cool, but couldn't we get in trouble for this?" Jeongin asks, concerned.

Chan simply shrugs, "No, we won't. And if we do, I don't care. It's gonna be fun."

Everyone laughs and decides to go for it, so now Chan makes you all decide whether you should pick your partner or shall he assign them, so you all choose the last option. He knows you well and how you work together, and that ends up with you paired with Hyunjin, Chan is with Seungmin and Felix, Jeongin and Changbin are together and last but not least, Han and Minho.

Now, you didn't wanna seem upset about it, but a bad feeling just settles in you. You would probably not read the comments under their video, though. The tiny hope you'd get to do this with Minho vanished away, and you were not mad about it, just a little bit disappointed.

"Alright, let's just record a few seconds of the song, meanwhile just do a lip sync and do something nice at the ending, I guess? Like we usually do." Chan indicates briefly as he takes his phone and opens the camera, and so the first ones are Changbin and Jeongin. They end up making finger hearts with a lovely expression on their faces that makes you all chuckle.

Felix, Chan and Seungmin are up next, and they send kisses to the camera, making you cringe a little, and consequently they laugh about it too, but thinking it's funny. Then, Hyunjin and you make a small and improvised choreography as well, and end up with a cool model pose, with your arm laying on his shoulder and looking empowered.

And finally, Han and Minho simply make a heart with their arms and shortly wave goodbye before the video ends. Chan posts them right after and hopes it all goes well afterwards.

The rest of the recording goes smooth and quick. You're too deep in your thoughts about this situation, that is clearly out of your control, but you guess that was what bothered you more. The fact that you couldn't stand up and for once and for all put an end to all those rumors and theories just makes you feel even more mad and helpless.

"Okay, that's it for today, let's go home, alright? I'll prepare dinner for you guys." Minho says, causing everyone to cheer up after the tiring day you all just had. He places a kiss on your forehead and picks up your belongings as you head to the back of the building, where the minivan waits for you.

Of course Minho notices you're suddenly quiet rather than being clingy, but he assumes you're tired and lets you sleep a bit on your way back to the apartment.

As soon as everyone arrives home, Minho gets ready to start preparing dinner while the others take turns taking a shower, watching TV and others on their cell phones.

"Is there anything I can help you with, sweetheart?" you ask sweetly as you approach from behind his back, placing your hands on his waist. Minho lets out a nervous little laugh and looks you in the eye.

"Don't worry, prince. Let your boyfriend take care of preparing something delicious for you. You just sit back and wait looking pretty as always."

"I heard that!" Seungmin passes laughing and unnoticed through the kitchen, making Minho blush. While everyone is aware of how mellow you guys can be, it was still something they were amused by.

“Okay, let me know if there’s anything I can do.’’ You simply state and go to the living room, taking a seat and opening tiktok. And you promised yourself you wouldn’t read the comments, but you couldn’t help it. You oftenly chuckled at all the things stay came up with, and liked some of them, as you were using your private account. Then, when Han and Minho’s clip popped up you hesitated a bit, but did it anyway. Honestly, you didn’t know what you were expecting, to everyone comment chill and light-hearted things and not focused on their ship? Of course that wouldn’t happen.

All those “They’re definitely dating’’, and “Minsung is real’’ type of comments were getting on your nerves lately, digging deep into the uncomfortableness and bother you’ve been bottling up the past few years. You just reached the point where you can’t hide your disappointment and jealousy anymore.

After you take a shower and try to relax, you gather with your friends and boyfriend in the kitchen to have dinner. It’s the opposite of being quiet, of course. Everyone is laughing and joking around, as always. But you, on the other hand, are more serene; despite being the other way on the inside. Minho notices it and tries to understand why, but nothing comes to mind. He softly squeezes your knee under the table but you only look at him and give him a fake smile as you finish eating.

You are the first one to finish, so you stand up and wash your plate and utensils quickly, saying nothing more than a goodnight to everyone and go straight to your room, washing your teeth in a heartbeat and deciding to get in bed and sleep before Minho could enter and start asking questions regarding in your behavior tonight. But of course, as soon as you clean your face, Minho's steps in the room and sighs, heading to the bathroom.

"Hey," He says, taking his toothbrush and standing next to you. "Is everything alright? You were very quiet, is anything I c-"

"Don't worry," You interrupt him before he can say more. "I guess I'm too tired. I just want to sleep."

"Are you sure?" He insists.

"Yes," A kiss is placed on his cheek, making Minho blush. "Let's go get some rest, okay? I'll wait for you."

Still, Minho isn't at all convinced, but lets it slide for now.

The night is spent with you both intertwined, your face hidden on the crook of his neck, his heartbeat lullabies you into a heavy sleep and the comfortableness of his arms around you. Tomorrow will be a better day, you say to yourself before falling completely asleep.

Truth is, the next day is slightly better. Minho is really attentive to you, because he is aware something is up, and even though he knows you're not ready to tell him yet, he wanted to make you feel better and let you know you could count on him and open up whenever you wanted.

"Today we will just arrange the last track and tomorrow we will continue with dance practices." Chan says once you're all on your way to the studio, getting everyone's attention. "And I thought, after we finish, we can make a short vlive? It's been a while since we've done one together and it's a perfect occasion, in a few weeks we will be releasing this brand new album, right? So… are you in?"

No one hesitates to agree with the idea. Chan is right, it's been quite a while since you all gathered to make a live and have fun, so it sounds like it will be a pleasant and distracting activity after these past days of stress and overwork.

So all said and done, once you guys are done with the recording of the last track of the album, you get some food and make yourselves comfortable to start with the live. Chan is sitting in his chair, while on the couch in the back is Changbin, right on the armrest, right next to him, Jeongin and Seungmin are along the couch, and on the opposite side to Changbin, Felix has taken a seat.

Minho and Han are on the left side of Chan, and Hyunjin has kept you company on the opposite side, so that everyone can be seen by Stay in front of the camera.

"Okay, is everyone ready?" Chan asks once he has set everything up to start, and presses the start live button when he gets a positive response from everyone.

And it's really nice. Everyone is having a pretty fun time, reading the stay comments, they're placing bets and asking about the songs they will hear next. You guys are joking around, making little spoilers in order to make them suffer a bit for the wait ahead until the album is released, thanking them for the kind comments about the last tiktoks you uploaded among some other comments.

Suddenly the comments drift off to the actions everyone is doing while reading; Jeongin, for example, has started ponytailing Felix's hair and then asked for suggestions to further style his hair, Hyunjin has started feeding you the snacks you brought, while Minho and Han are pushing each other with their shoulders to get more camera, so suddenly some more comments about them catch your attention, which inevitably makes you raise your eyes towards them.

It's a simple, innocent game, but the comments paint it as flirting. And you don't like the way that makes you feel.

Your spirits are now down, and Hyunjin notices it immediately, so he comforts you, hugging you a little, letting you know that you can count on him if you need to let off steam, and also taking your cell phone so you can no longer read those comments.

He quickly sends a message to Chan to end the live broadcast promptly, which he does within a few minutes without question, just after everyone has said goodbye and sent good wishes for Stay.

"So, shall we go now?" Jeongin asks a bit concerned at the abrupt ending, to which Chan confirms and says it was gonna last a bit anyway, since he still needed to be at the studio longer and wanted everyone to get more rest.

"Okay, _____ and I are going to the bathroom real quick, meet you all downstairs?" Hyunjin quickly says and everyone agrees, walking off the room as soon as possible and heading to said place.

Once you're inside the big bathroom, you quickly check no one's in the stalls and let out a long sigh, Hyunjin following you.

"Are you okay?" He asks as you wash your face with the cold water.

"Yeah, yeah," You mumble, feeling terrible. "It's just... ugh, this is stupid. I don't understand why I feel this way, it doesn't make any sense, I mean..."

Hyunjin only manages to look at you, feeling empathetic.

"I'm sorry, I'm acting very childish, aren't I? The jealousy I have is quite irrational."

Your friend doesn't know what to say so he simply gives you a hug. Good, his hugs make you feel better. He makes you feel understood. Hyunjin lets you know that what you feel is okay. He won't judge you, he will simply walk you through this.

"Let's go home, Jinnie. Thank you." You simply say and ignore the tears threatening to stream down your face.

The ride home is quite quiet. Minho is beside you, his head on your shoulder as he plays a game on his phone, but your attention is on the road, your eyes lost in the scenery. And you didn't mean to be so heartless, but this whole situation has really overtaken you for the worse.

As much as you try to think about this and come up with a solution, the truth is that all you want now is to get to your dorm room and rest. Maybe cry a little as an outlet to clear your head and then talk it over with Minho.

So once in the apartment, you quickly head to the bedroom, ignoring Minho's calls, shouting your name so that you at least turn to look at him, but his attempts end up failing. Everyone seems to be puzzled by the situation, but they decide not to intervene; at least not for now.

Minho is really surprised by your behavior, and once you have locked yourself in the room, he turns to Hyunjin for help, since he knows that he was the last person you talked to before all this happened.

"Go to him, he seems to be avoiding you, but he needs you." He instructs him, so Minho walks quickly and knocks on the door a couple of times before entering.

It's heartbreaking for him to hear you sobbing under the covers. He's so confused and worried, so he approaches quickly but cautiously, taking a seat right next to you.

"Hey, prince, what's wrong?" He whispers, his sweet voice reaching your ear but not stopping your crying. "My love..."

Minho reaches his hand to the edge of the blanket and slowly lifts it, revealing your sad, soaked face. He just wants to come closer to kiss you and hold you so much, he wants you to stop feeling bad.

"What's wrong, do you need anything, can I do anything for you? Tell me, please."

You look at him and try to stop crying, slowly getting closer as he rounds you with his arms and kisses the top of your head.

Your crying starts to die down, "I'm sorry." You manage to say, with your voice still low, almost in a whisper.

Minho doesn’t understand why you are suddenly apologizing, but he listens to you and lets you continue.

"I've... This is nonsense, I'm sorry, I don't want you to feel like I'm forbidding you to... I mean, I don't want to-"

"____, hey, it's okay, honey. Take a breath, take your time. It’s okay." He says, now placing a kiss on the tip of your nose and raising his hand to erase the tears on your face.

"It's just that..." A sigh leaves your mouth, in an attempt to calm down your nerves. "Lately, I have read and seen... things that are quite hard for me to process and, I know I shouldn't care about it, cause it's meaningless, but somehow, it gets in my head and now I can't simply ignore it. I hate how this makes me feel."

"What's wrong?"

"Please don't hate me for this or laugh about it…"

"Of course I won't." He assures you, smiling up a bit to make you feel comfortable.

"Okay, I'll just say it. This shipping culture the fans have… I try to understand it, it's fun sometimes, but, it's getting on my nerves that all I can see lately it's about you and Jisung… and, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm jealous about this."

You close your eyes, so you can't see Minho's reaction to your words. You said it so quickly you ran out of breath a little bit, and the fact that Minho hasn't said anything in what feels like an eternity, makes you feel nervous. Did you mess up? Is he holding up a laugh? Does he feel attacked?

"Prince, look at me." He utters, holding your face, which is probably turning red, and caressing your cheek.

You slowly do as told, cracking one eye open and quickly with the other one after seeing his face is serious. He's not laughing, but there's a small smile that denotes comprehension.

"I love you." Minho says before pulling you for a kiss. His free hand sliding on your back and holding you tightly. When you run out of breath, he slowly separates, but his forehead is resting on yours and your noses touch up on a skimo kiss. "I love you so, so much."

"I love you too…" You whisper. "I'm sorry."

"No. Don't be." He quickly says, separating a bit so he can stare into your eyes. "You don't have to be sorry, okay? I understand where you're coming from. What you feel is completely understandable. I just… I wish you had told me before you felt this bad."

A smile is finally drawn in your lips, "I honestly didn't know it affected me that much until now. I mean, I just didn't care about it at the beginning, but now it's… everywhere. In a lot of comments on every single video, every live; on signs at the concerts, on fansigns… It got into my head."

"I'm sorry, prince." He says and kisses you again. "Uhm, I'm sure we can talk it out and maybe, if it makes you feel like this, Jisung and I can stop it by not interacting too much-"

"No!" You interrupt him, making him feel surprised. "No way, no. This isn't what I want to happen. It's not your fault, not Jisung's. I don't want you to stop being friends or having your friendship affected by this. I don't think this is in our hands to solve, I'll have to find a way to ignore it and move on."

"Love, I'd do anything to make you feel better. I don't want you to ever feel sad about this situation, we can look out for a solution with Jisung. I'm sure he'll understand." He says.

"I know, but I love and respect your friendship with him too. You've been friends since forever, even before I took part in the group, and I will never forgive myself if that is ruined somehow because of this."

Minho looks at you with adoration, "Are you sure? Because we can come up with a solution."

You smile, "I'm sure. I just needed to let it all out to feel better. It's gonna be okay, eventually."

"Okay, just let me know if you ever feel like this again, please."

"Sure. Thank you, love."

"No need to, my prince." He says and kisses you again. "Now let's wash up your pretty face and watch a movie? I'll let you pick."

"Deal."

Minho doesn’t separate from you the rest of the night. He showers you with kisses and whispers sweet words to your ears until you fall asleep between each other's arms. From now on, you know everything will be okay.

#kpop x male reader #skz x male reader #kpop x reader #stray kids x male reader #stray kids x reader #kpop imagines #stray kids x m!reader #lee know x male reader #lee know #skz fluff #skz scenarios #kpop fluff #skz fanfic

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okkalo · 1 year

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Hey hey!! First of all how are you doing? I hope you are doing great. But I'm here to put my request in, you don't have to do it if you don't feel like it btw.

Anyways can I request a itoshi bros, Nagi and chigiri in a love at first sight drabble with a stoic reader. I'm sorry if it's too much😅 feel free to decline and thank you for your time!!

hi anon! i’m doing okay, i hope you are too! thank you for the request and your kindness <3

since the prompt was love at first sight i didn’t go too far with it(rip nagi),, i also hope u didn’t mean like all one drabble…so i’m sorry if i misunderstood 😖

second part here!

characters: sae, rin, nagi, chigiri

feel a type of way

sae

it was a foggy day in spain when sae first set his eyes on you. he had decided to go to a nearby cafe in hopes to pick up a muffin and maybe even a warm tea. as soon as he entered the cafe he was met with your friend’s gasps, followed by excited whispers. he was used to the sound. sae itoshi the famous athlete, walking into a normal cafe. he expects it every time. he’s gotten used to avoiding it, which is exactly what he does this time as well, going up and ordering his muffin and tea. once finished he felt a small tug on his jacket, sighing as he heard the question for an autograph. he spun, ready to give his usual “buzz off” reply, though stopping when he saw the whole table. his breathe caught in his throat as his eyes met your empty ones.

“do you think we can have your autograph?” your friend asked once more, not paying any mind to where his eyes fell. he cleared his throat, thinking quickly on his feet.

“sure,” he answered, obliging in the weird requests for an autograph. he rolled his eyes at the head he was asked to sign. he finally got to you, to which you shook your head.

“i don’t need—,” you started, though immediately stopping once he started writing on a napkin in front of you. your face remained blank as you watched him. his hand covered his writing before sliding it over to you, still concealing his phone number. yes, he gave you his phone number. how could he not? he couldn’t let you slip away so easily. you didn’t get to question it, however, seeing how he had already left with his food and drink.

rin

it was a one-sided meeting. shidou had somehow gotten his phone after a pxg practice and started showing everyone random pictures. you had happened to be in one, being an old classmate of his. rin wasn’t even paying attention to what shidou was showing, his eye just happened to catch onto the picture of you. he, however, did not have an excuse for his staring. unluckily for him, it didn’t go unnoticed by his teammates.

“what’s this? is rin interested in what he sees?” karasu had interrupted his daze with a rough nudge on the shoulder. rin immediately scoffed, throwing a glare to the side—avoiding karasu’s perceptive gaze. though his blush still did show.

“gee, leave him alone karasu. ya don’t want shidou hearing about this,” nanase whispered, throwing a worried gaze karasu’s way.

“want me to know what? whatcha hiding from me, rin-chan?” yeah, he wasn’t going to hear the end of this anytime soon.

nagi

it was the year before blue lock when nagi saw you for the first time. you had been a new student, being introduced in front of the class. nagi actually hadn’t looked up at first, too busy with trying to fall asleep. “they’re good-lookin’,” reo’s whisper is what prompted nagi to finally look up at you, eyes immediately widening. reo was right, you certainly were breathtaking. heart stopping even. yeah, he’s internally cringing at himself. that doesn’t stop his heart from skipping a beat. his eyes were locked on you. he noticed your lack of expression at the class greeting—it was a thing that usually embarrassed the new classmate. if anything, that made him more intrigued with you. you seemed quiet, a perfect pair for him. maybe even a perfect shoulder to rest on. yeah, he was gonna try to get your interest…somehow.

chigiri

you two had met through his sister. she had pulled you to her house to watch a movie with her, she wouldn’t stop talking about it for weeks so you decided to oblige. your arrival, however, came as a surprise for chigiri. he was getting a bottle of tea from the fridge when he heard his sister rushing you in. confused and curious, he turned around, eyes immediately hooking onto your figure.

“oh hey, hyoma. we’re gonna watch a movie so don’t mind us!” his sister sang, not giving you any time to offer a small wave before she dragged you away.

“wait!” her movements paused at chigiri’s panicked yell. he immediately offered an awkward cough, looking away in embarrassment at his sudden outburst. “what movie you watching?” he asked, eyes hesitatingly looking back up. no matter his attempt not to, his eyes met yours.

his sister offered a small hum at the scene in front of her, quickly picking up on her brother’s emotions. “the one i’ve been talking about recently. wanna join?” she offered, giving him an obvious wink. he nodded, letting out a small sigh. he could only hope his sister wasn’t going to give his crush away during the movie.

unedited thanks for reading!

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writingforstraykids · 4 months

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Sorry, It’s the piss anon here, I was at work. I hope the ask didn’t make you uncomfortable, but I was thinking more like Minho? I feel like he would have a very big omorashi kink for some reason… maybe that’s just me projecting. I’m not really into the whole piss drinking or anything, just more so the bladder control aspect of it. Also, do you have anons? Can I be 🌱?

-🌱

I've decided to delete my former answer and put it here directly, I hope you find it😂

Pairing: Minchan | OT8

Word Count: 866

Minho shifts in his seat a little and nervously glances around the room, but no one seems to have noticed. He takes a deep breath and tries to focus on something other than the pressure on his bladder. Shifting forward, he puts down his bottle of water and bites his lower lip.

“You don't wanna try some lemonade?” Chan asks him, and Minho shakes his head. “Rude.”

“How is that rude?” he asks, hoping he doesn't sound as strained as he thinks he does.

“Well…they prepared this for us, take a few sips at least,” he says quietly and Minho shivers at the authoritative tone.

“Fine,” he rolls his eyes and takes the cup from him, bringing it up to his lips shakily. He takes a few small sips and subconsciously presses his legs together tightly.

“You're okay?” Chan eyes him suspiciously.

“Mhm,” Minho hums and pushes himself up. “I'll go use the bathroom real quick.” He throws the door closed behind himself and can't hold back the soft moan escaping his lips. He braces himself on the sink and takes a deep breath. Pressing his hips forward his dick meets the sink and a loud moan escapes him. His head hangs low as he tries to focus. He shouldn't indulge in the delicious feeling of holding it all in for too long and getting back to his friends but it feels so good. Minho can feel his breathing picking up and suddenly feels too hot in his clothes.

“Min?” Chan asks confused, spotting him. “You're okay?”

“I'm fine,” he groans and shifts a little, trying so badly to hold it in.

Chan steps beside him and naturally places his hand on his lower back. “Baby?” he tries gently,, and Minho moans in response. A soft chuckle escapes Chan as he realizes it sounds like he's enjoying himself. “What did you do?”

“Huh?” Minho asks and reaches up, unbuttoning his collar shakily.

“You're horny, aren't you?” he asks, and Minho doesn't try to deny it anymore.

“Yes hyung, I'm fucking horny because no one has touched me in weeks,” he says and can't quite stop himself. “I haven't been using the bathroom all day because it feels good to try and hold it in.”

Chan stares at him amazed, and steps right behind him. “You're so needy you're starting to challenge yourself, huh?” He slips his hand into Minho's shirt, rubbing his chest and kisses the back of his neck. The effect that simple touch has on him makes him giggle. Minho presses back against him with a gasp, grip around the sink growing tight. “You could've told me.”

“You know I don't like to beg,” Minho says dryly, and his eyes roll back in his head as Chan cups him through his pants. A surprised moan leaves him as he slips his hand into his pants, collecting all the leaking precum and starting to stroke him.

“We'll see about that. Want you to keep holding it until we're done with the interview and back home,” he told him.

“Channie, that's-,” he breaks off with another moan and needily thrusts into his fist. “That's another two hours.”

“That's right, pretty boy. If you're good, I'll take care of you later, yeah?”

“O-Okay,” he stammers.

He has a hard time focusing during the interview and when he realizes what's today's game he's about to quit. Answer the question or drink - very personal questions.

Minho sits down opposite of Chan as it's their turn and Chan grins at him before picking the first question. “You've ever kissed a guy?”

Minho bites back a groan and takes the first shot. The game goes on and somehow he ends up getting the dumbest questions out of everyone. By the end of it, he stumbles back to their private area and braces himself on his knees with a soft groan, trying to be good for Chan.

“You're okay, Minho hyung?” Hyunjin asks suspiciously as the rest shuffles inside.

“Mhm,” he hums, staying as he is and squeezing his eyes shut for a brief moment.

“You're sure?” Jisung asks, frowning at him.

“I'm okay,” Minho nods and straightens up.

“Someone's feeling hot,” Felix points out, spotting the sweat coating his forehead.

Chan laughs and steps behind Minho, pulling him in. “Well, our Minho feels a little full right now, don't you?”

Minho blushes heavily and nods. “Yes, Channie hyung.”

“Wanna tell them what you're doing?” he asks, and Minho's blush deepens.

“Don't make me say it again,” he whimpers, getting everyone's attention with that sound.

Chan drops the bomb,, and Minho sinks into his arms, trying to make himself smaller as his face burns with embarrassment. But the stunned, interested looks he gets from his friends ease the embarrassment almost immediately.

“You…because no one..,” Seungmin stutters, and Minho nods shyly.

“How often?” Changbin asks, intrigued.

“A few times,” Minho answers.

“And how long? Hyung, were you holding it the whole day?” Jeongin asks with wide eyes, and Minho nods.

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“Next time you say you can't stop yourself from cumming, I'll remind you of that,” Chan snorts, and Minho's eyes widen in anticipation. “Now go before you make a mess in the car.”

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shuchu · 10 months

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Hi there! Hope you’re doing well!

If it’s ok, I kind of wanted to spill a little thirst here lol I can’t guarantee how spicy it is but

I’ve been thinking about Mysta and reader-chan’s first “I love you” and how it could go from sweet to heated real fast >w> like idk I could see a make out session turn into something more in the blink of an eye bc they’re so in love and happy and udhjensnendndn I’m not down bad not at all lol

(Also if it’s ok, could I be ☀️ anon? :0 )

Thanks if you read this!

aaa hii, ofc you can!! welcome to the emoji anon club ♡ i'm so sorry this took so long to get out ; w ;

i feel that mysta's someone that feels emotions intensely but just doesn't know how to express them or talk about them. so when mysta finally says "i love you." and you say, "i love you too." he'd use his actions to show how much he loves you.

here's how i think it'd go down ...

nsfw, minors dni ; gn!reader

you and mysta would be cuddling on the couch watching a tv show or anime. he would nuzzle his face into your hair and mumble, "i love you y/n."

your eyes would widen and you'd have a sappy grin on your face before lifting your head up from his chest to give him a gentle peck on the lips.

"i love you too mysta."

he'd smile and look at you with so much love and adoration before pressing his lips to yours again. his hand would move from your back up to your cheek so that he can deepen the kiss. his tongue slides past your lips meeting yours, making you moan softly into the kiss. you swirl your tongue around his, making him groan. his hand would travel down from your cheek, down your back and to the plush of your ass to knead it in his hand.

after a rather lengthy session of lip-locking, the both of you pull back to catch your breaths. mysta stares down at your swollen lips that he so wishes to kiss again. but he opts to leave hot, open mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, his tongue flicking against the delicate skin.

"i love you. i love you so much."

he mumbles against your skin in between kisses. he then proceeds to nibble and suck on it, leaving red marks in his wake. your hand made its way up to his hair, running your fingers through it while he was leaving his mark on you.

he leaves a soft kiss on your collarbone before flipping you over in one swift motion, making you lie on your back. his hands move up from your hips to your chest, rolling and flicking your nipples with his fingers as he claims your lips again.

you suck on his lower lip and nibble on it slightly, making him moan. one of his hands slide down your body to rub you through your shorts, making you moan as well.

he pulls back to leave kisses on your neck again and he mumbles, "i want to make love to you, can i?"

you nod and you let out a breathy gasp, "y-yes...please...i want you mysta..."

he presses a kiss to your lips hastily before proceeding to strip your bottom half and himself. your eyes widen upon seeing his length, standing tall — the head red and leaking precum. he lines it up against your already sopping hole, sliding the slit against it. you jerk a little and move your hips, wanting him to enter you.

mysta leans down to rest his forehead against yours as he slides himself in inch by inch. after he's in fully, his eyes scan your face for any discomfort. you giggle, "it's okay mysta, it's not like this is the first time we're doing this."

he smiles at your words and chuckles softly, "i know...i just...don't wanna hurt you."

"you won't baby, you can move now."

mysta starts moving slowly at first, groaning at the feeling of your warm velvety walls around his cock. mysta gazes down at you, you look back at him with half lidded eyes — your lips slightly parted and still swollen from his kisses. his cock twitches at the sight of you and he starts thrusting into you at a faster pace.

your face immediately scrunches up from the change in pace.

"aah! yes! nngh-! it feels so good!"

the sound of his hips slapping against your ass and both your groans and moans make you clench around his cock tighter. mysta leans down to kiss you sloppily, moving his hips faster.

you feel the knot in your abdomen tighten and you part from the kiss, "b-baby...i'm- i'm gonna...cum!" you say, panting in between words.

"yeah? fuck- me too..." he grunts as he continues fucking into you.

your moans get louder and louder until you clench around his cock, your back arching off the couch as you release all around his length, drenching it in your fluids.

mysta thrusts into you a few more times before sliding out and spurting his cum all over your abdomen and your belly. he captures your lips once more and leans back slightly to whisper, "i love you."

#hana replies ♡#☀️ anon ♡#mysta rias #mysta rias x reader #mysta rias smut #luxiem #luxiem x reader

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torialefay · 1 month

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chan's ig story/new post are literally peak 2014 tumblr boyfriend aesthetic (as always but hear me out, these ones are the EPITOME of this imo) and considering that this era majorly shaped my taste in men, i seriously cannot believe how fine this man is like how is he even real i'm losing my mind, gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure like i'm going absolutely and completely feral does anyone want anything okay sorry for the meltdown bye hope you're doing well bestie

(p.s.: there should be legal repercussions for chan wearing anything leather i swear)

-🧸

channie is the tumblr boyfriend of our dreamssss, anon 🥺 and i agree 1000%!

that reminds me of something so specific. remember a few months ago when chan was messaging on bubble asking what kind of clothes we thought he looked good in? and how he's posted a couple of times about how he went shopping with one of the members and bought something because they said it looked good on him....

just gets me thinking ab how he's an absolute simp tbh. like imagine boyfriend channie and all the outfits he would wear. i am convinced that his closet would consist entirely of (1) black hoodies/shirts/shorts and (2) all of the clothes his s/o picked out for him. nothing more, nothing less.

boyfriend channie would be such a trooper, swiping meticulously through the pictures you'd send to his phone of different outfits you wanted to buy him. he'd almost always be willing to give it a go, but he still appreciated that fact that you asked first, as if he had any knowledge to contribute.

boyfriend channie would get so overwhelmed at you trying to buy for him all the time that he'd threaten you if you didn't use his card to pay for everything... and when you didn't, he'd have a card made with your name on it that linked to his account so that you'd know he meant business.

boyfriend channie would love whatever you bought him, but he'd love it 100x more if you bought a matching one for yourself. so you could take cute lil tumblr couple pictures to share only between the two of you... and maybe a few photos of him only to share with stays as well hehe <3

#bangchan stray kids #stray kids #bang chan #bangchan x reader

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sugarandlemonbuns · 4 months

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HELLO MAY I PLEASE REQUEST SOME FKUFFY SEUNGIN PLEASE IM STSRVING THANK YOU I LOVE YOU

YES OFC ANON I LOVE FLUFFY SEUNGIN 😊

pairing: yang jeongin x kim seungmin | fluff, pining, kissing in the rain | summary: jeongin could never admit his feelings for seungmin, but after years of pining, he decides to give it a shot. now was better than never, right? | words: 1k | ao3 link

Now or Never

Whenever his hyung would place his head on his shoulder, ruffle his hair, and give him back hugs, he could never tell if it was platonic or not. Did he do it because he saw Jeongin as a younger brother? Or was there more beneath it? Did Seungmin feel that same fuzzy feeling, the way he'd have to calm his heart down? Or was everything for shits and giggles?

Jeongin spent so many nights wondering what it would be like to be reciprocated - what it would be like to have Seungmin by his side every night, to be kissed goodnight, to be hugged every second. He wants it so badly, but how was he ever supposed to admit this? It felt almost embarrassing. If Seungmin had only ever pictured Jeongin as another brother while he spent years thinking of other things, could their friendship ever remain the same? What would happen to the group? Would they all break apart? The overthinking kept him up at night, and sometimes he wished more than anything not to feel this way.

However, he knew no matter what he tried, he wanted Seungmin. So, he confided in Hyunjin.

'In my opinion, you should just go for it. What happens is what happens. It's better to try than to live in wonder of what would happen if you did.' Hyunjin's wise words became engraved in Jeongin's head.

Every time he was with Seungmin, on the train, in the car, in the dorm, at the dinner table, he began to wonder what would happen if he confessed right then and there. And Hyunjin was right, the feeling was eating him up inside. Well, what was he supposed to do? Dig these feelings down deeper even though he knew very well that they would never go away?

So, he formed a plan and decided to give it a shot.

He would ask Seungmin to go out on a date. No, what? A friend hangout, where they would go to a cafe and have some cake and coffee. Yes, that sounded pretty alright. Jeongin would treat Seungmin, as if they were on a date, and on the walk home, he would confess his feelings and see what happened.

'Hey Seungmin hyung! You wanna grab some coffee and cake right now!' Jeongin ran into Seungmin's room to interrupt his gaming. But then he saw Felix beside him, the pair incredibly invested in Seungmin's desktop, seemingly playing a game of... who knows what game.

'Uh, maybe another time Innie.' Seungmin replied as he smashed the keyboard and gave a small punch to Felix, 'Hey! Felix! I told you not to go there we're gonna get shot!'

'I'm sorry! OH, hi Inni!' Felix turned to Jeongin and gave a wide smile, 'I can go for some right now instead of Seungmin if you want!'

'Thanks, Felix, but that's okay.' Jeongin sighed and turned away, seeing Minho standing outside of the door.

'I literally baked cake for everyone yesterday!' He yelled, looking disappointed, walking away.

No matter how many times Jeongin tried to get Seungmin alone with him, there was either always someone tagging along, or at the perfect time he was busy. His plan wasn't going as quickly as he hoped it would, causing his feelings to eat him up more by the day.

Now, the group all gathered at Chan's apartment, watching some random kdrama Hyunjin and Jisung put on the television for them. Everyone was feeling sleepy, including Seungmin, who had actually fallen asleep on Jeongin's lap. He stared at the beautiful blonde before him and smiled. He hoped every day would be like this.

'Hey!' Jisung stood up and yelled, 'Why is everyone falling asleep! This is the best part!'

Changbin startled awake and started some random argument with Jisung, going back and forth while the others sat laughing. 'Not my fault that this show has zero plot!'

'Hey Innie,' Hyunjin whispered from the other couch, 'Why don't you suggest to get coffee for everyone and bring Seungmin with you. Then you can do the confessing there!'

'Oh yes, you're so right.' Jeongin smiled, 'Hey everyone!' The group went seemed to have calmed down and they all turned to Jeongin. 'Seungmin and I will get coffee for everyone so we can stop falling asleep.'

As everyone cheered Seungmin jolted awake from the sound of his name. 'Are you serious?' He said, rubbing his eyes. Jeongin tried not to blush from the sound of his tired voice, calming his heart down.

'Hey, hurry up!'

'Six iced americanos, one iced latte, and one hot chocolate please.' Jeongin told the lady at the register. The air outside was cool, and the clouds looked full. The pair walked to sit on the waiting chairs, side by side.

Putting his arm around Jeongin, Seungmin smiled and pulled out his phone. This was the perfect time for Jeongin to confess. They were finally alone together after days of trying. The cafe was quiet and calm, so Seungmin would be able to hear him perfectly clearly - it almost scared him.

Staring at Seungmin's side profile, he watched how effortlessly perfect he was, which made him realise that if the answer was no, he might lose all of it. For good.

But, Jeongin couldn't wait anymore, it had been too long. Gathering every little ounce of courage he had left in him, he turned his full body towards Seungmin.

'Seungmin, I need to talk to you about something.' Jeongin could feel his eyes fidgeting around as his nerves took over. But there was no backing out now, what was started needed to be finished.

'Yeah, what is it Innie?' Seungmin's gorgeous face smiled at the younger. Jeongin tried to calm his pulsing heart down by taking a deep breath.

'I... I have been feeling this way for a while.' Jeongin stared up at Seungmin and slowly removed his arm. He was scared the contact would scare him out of this. 'And, well, I think... no, I know I am...'

'Innie what is it? You're worrying me.' Seungmin's face instantly switched to a look of concern.

'I'm...' Jeongin felt his lower body start to shake in anxiety, 'I'm gay.'

Seungmin laughed out loud. 'Well everyone knows that! You're funny.' Jeongin froze. 'Oh, our orders are ready, let's hurry so we can make it back before it rains.'

'Uh...huh.' As Seungmin walked over to the register, Jeongin mentally slapped himself. How stupid was he? He just wasted the perfect moment!

'It really is pouring, huh.' The rain fell heavily from the sky as the clouds drifted closer together. Staring up above reminded Jeongin of the man in front of him - as light as a cloud, but with a slightly dark aura that was hidden beneath. That's what he loved.

'Yeah... it is.' The pair walked side by side, back to the apartment. Ignoring the rain and figuring they could both wash up, they decided to take their time, in contrast to their previous running. Seungmin stared up at the scenery. He always liked the nighttime. Whenever they walked like this Jeongin would stare at him. He always liked Seungmin.

Jeongin could feel his eyes sting. He couldn't tell if it was the rain or his own tears pricked at his eyeballs, threatening to release. He was scared. He wanted to spill his pulsing heart so badly, but a rejection would cause it to crack, to the point it would soon break.

He thought for a second, kicking at the dirt on the sidewalk. Telling Seungmin his heart's content could cost their entire friendship, and Jeongin wasn't sure if that was something he could risk. He looked down to the ground, biting his lip. Just thinking. His mind couldn't help but run back to all their memories, to the day they met at Jeongin had felt a spark. To the day their dynamic began in the vocal lesson room, Jeongin was struggling with a high note. To the day Jeongin cried his heart out in the dorm and Seungmin helped him calm down. To the day they fell asleep, cuddling, and Jeongin was afraid to sleep in the same room as him again. To the day Seungmin took a picture of him and called him beautiful, Jeongin's heartbeat in his chest so fast he thought he would explode.

Then he thought more. Were all these significant memories one-sided?

'Hey Jeongin...' Seungmin broke the thick silence. Jeongin's face tensed. Since when did he ever call him 'Jeongin'? He'd always be called 'Innie'.

'Uh, yeah?' Jeongin managed to speak out.

'Is it true that... Um...' Jeongin's forehead started sweating. Or was it the rain? He couldn't tell. 'Sorry. I just don't know how to get this out.'

Jeongin's ears started bubbling. Suddenly all sound was amplified. The trickling of rain felt like it was speeding up. The flicker of the street lights seemed to quicken. Their footsteps on the sidewalk boomed.

'Hyunjin told me something. He told me something about... you.'

Jeongin froze in place. They had reached the entrance of the apartment building, standing at the bottom of the steps. His hands never felt more hot, even in this cold weather.

'He told me that... Well, he told me that you have feelings for me. Is that true?'

Jeongin felt like crying. He wanted to ball. He wanted to run away. He felt so embarrassed and so afraid. Everything he hoped didn't happen was happening and he wanted to rewind time to when he confided in Hyunjin.

'Yes.' What was he supposed to say? Was he supposed to deny everything?

The silence returned, and the pair just stared at each other. Seungmin's wet hair was pushed back so his forehead was exposed and Jeongin felt himself start to crumble at the sight. To prevent that, he spoke up again.

'Look. I really like you Seungmin. I really do. Hell, I might even be in love with you. I have since the day we met. I can't help it, I really can't. I've tried everything. I know that this is going to ruin our friendship. And I'm so sorry, I really am.' Jeongin felt himself start to sob. The tears that threatened him earlier had finally won and they were pouring down, comparable to the rain. 'I'm so sorry Seungmin. I'm so sorry.'

Then Seungmin pulled him in, and Jeongin felt lips against his. Was this real? Was this really happening?

'Why didn't you tell me earlier?' Seungmin smiled down at the younger, wiping his tears away.

'What?' Jeongin had to check that this was reality.

'I like you too Jeongin. You have no clue.' Jeongin's mind started to race, and he was so surprised.

'What? I-'

'Let's get in first. We can discuss this in the morning yeah?' Seungmin grinned again and reached for Jeongin's hand as they walked up the few steps.

Jeongin felt a blush creep to his cheeks, and he felt his tears dry away. Now is always better than never, he realised.

#kim seungmin #seungmin #yang jeongin #jeongin #i.n #seungmin skz #i.n skz #stray kids #skz fluff #skz imagines #mlm #seungin #seungminxjeongin #vocalracha #skz #skz fanfic

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bl4cktourmaline · 5 months

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🏮 . 月 — day two featuring shiraishi an

knock knock!

heres some mail!

ଘ(੭´꒳`)°* ੈ‧₊ 💌

⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ...anon is typing... ♡

↻ᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ !

❝2 and an please? I'm so excited for your event and I look forward to it lots❞

━━❝How can you think it's wouldn't hurt me?❞

It was a few days before Christmas when...

"I'm so sorry about this..."

There, in front of your doorstep was your friend, An, looking so dejected as she keeps on apologizing "We couldn't find any other day where all of us are free..."

"An, it's okay...I understand you and the others are busy people so don't be so sad, okay?" You tried to comfort her, deep down you understand the situation but a small part of you can't help but be a little upset...

"I haven't got any plans on the 26th either. That day can be our Christmas!"

Trying not to let the disappointment show on your face, you smiled even brighter than before, hoping to help cheer An up.

"But you were looking so forward to it..."

"Don't worry about it! I understand that things just happen unexpectedly"

No matter what you said to try and comfort her, An still looked so sad.

It's hurt to see her looking so utterly dejected...

Just then, you were hit with a sudden realization "Ah, that's right!"

"Huh?"

"Uh... nothing! Nevermind"

"... Really? Are you sure?"

"Yeah, absolutely!"

You glossed over it with a smile, putting your hands on her shoulders "Anyways, isn't it late? You should get back home soon, it's dangerous to be walking alone at night!"

"But..." She paused, glancing over her shoulders as you gently pushed her to the door "...Are you sure you're really okay?"

...

"Yeah, I'm okay really! You don't have to worry, alright? I'm stronger than you think I am!" You give her a sweet smile, trying to ease her doubts but she didn't seem very convinced...

"Okay...I'll text you later then?" She give up on questioning you any further before a soft smile appears on her face "I'm going now...see you in a few days"

"Bye, An! Be safe out there~" You wave her off, watching her figure slowly becoming smaller and smaller... until you can't see her anymore.

...

You slammed the door shut.

"...ough!"

There was blood on your hands, you couldn't stop coughing...and before you knew it, the world was spinning...

CRASH!

...

»»-----► a few week later... ❍✧

"Still no reply from (name)..." An sighed, staring at her phone for who knows how long, her golden eyes look concerned.

"Did you try going to their home?" Kohane asked, getting worried.

"I did but no one was home..." She let out another sigh, dejected.

"Maybe they went to pay a visit to their grandparents' house?"

"But they would definitely let me know if they did since we have plans together..."

"An-chan..."

An couldn't understand why you weren't responding, did something happen? Did you lost your phone or something? were you hurt?

So many questions left unanswered...

The thoughts scared her.

It's can't be right?

No, you are definitely okay.

There is just no way...

"Uh... excuse me but aren't you the girl who always hangout with (last name)-san?"

"Excuse me, (last name)-san..."

You put down the book you were reading on your laps, looking up at the nurse who was standing near the doorway of your temporarily bedroom.

"Hmm, what is it?" You asked, quietly.

The nurse give a complex expression, unsure how to explain the situation "There is...a young girl who wants to see you, we don't know her name yet..."

Ah, so she heard.

"Can I go see her now?"

"H-Huh? Are you sure?"

"Yeah, we have some time before the surgery...I want to see her before the operation if you don't mind..."

The door slammed open, the nurse push the wheelchair towards where the black haired girl was before stopping and slowly back off, giving the two of you some privacy...

"Hello, An... it's nice to see you're doing well"

"..."

"Ah...I guess you won't want to see me right now... that's understandable"

"...Why?"

"Huh?"

An turned around to face you, red puffy eyes "Why...why didn't you tell me about your illness?"

You keep your mouth shut, avoiding her gaze to hide your heart... "Because...I thought it was better if you didn't know..."

"How can you think it's wouldn't hurt me?" Her vision blurred with tears, so fragile as if a single touch break "Not knowing you were struggling this whole time...and I...I"

"An..."

You tried standing up, only to fail miserably as you fall onto the ground...you couldn't even feel your own legs...

"(name)!" An is immediately by your side, holding you close to her "Why did you try to get up?!"

"...I couldn't bear seeing you looking so sad" You glance up to her, nuzzling your face into her clothes "... Because seeing your smile is enough for me"

For I... would not be able to feel your warmth

Time is running out

So let me be selfish today

Let me be in your embrace for a brief moment

Before I enter the slumber of no return.

(っ'-')╮=͟͟͞͞💌 You receive a letter from Yue

↻ᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ !

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

I genuinely don't like making an cryyyy like idk if it's just a me thing but seeing such a happy person break into tears always get me ToT

calling... @nogenderbee , @akitosheart

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liveforjeongin · 5 months

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hi umm, can u write a lee!Felix and ler!Hyunjin with prompts, 18, 21 and 53? Have a good day!

Sketchbook

Okay I absolutely LOVE Hyunlix tickle fics so I was really happy writing one myself

Also, I wasn't sure which list you meant for the prompts so I assumed it was list #1 cuz list #2 has only 30 prompts but still not sure so I'm sorry if it wasn't the prompts you asked for💔💔💔💔

Anddd, thanks for the request anon, I hope you have a good day too<3

-tickle fic, if you don't like that you can keep scrolling

requested by: anon

warnings: nibbles, raspberries

Prompt 18, list #1: “I’m gonna count down from 10.”

Prompt 21, list #1: “I know other ways to make you talk…”

Prompt 53, list #1: “You wouldn’t.”

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It was all normal in 3racha+Hyunjin dorm. It was about 2pm and 3racha were on the company producing some songs cuz... Why not? So Hyunnie was home alone, on his bed staring at the ceiling.

Until he got an idea. He wanted to paint something, but didn't know exactly what to paint, so he opted for taking a look at his old sketchbook, to maybe get some inspiration from that, but he couldn't find it.

Huh... He could've swore it was in the drawer...

Not willing to give up, kept on searching it, but still couldn't find it. Hmm... Maybe someone took it? But who would've done that? It was surely not one of 3racha guys, they respect a lot Hyunjin's artist things and they never touch anything.

Maybe Lee Know that they he and Chan wreck the shit of of him?... Nah, Chan wouldn't have let him.

Seungmin was totally discarded, he barely went to visit the other dorm, and he never touches others' things unless it is to organize them.

Jeongin last night? Nope, he only went to tickle Changbin so just was in his room and in the living room, and barely had entered before at Hyunjin's room, so it wasn't Jeongin neither.

There was only one member left.

Felix.

I know what you're thinking. "Why would a sunshine like Felix do that?" Well, I don't know, and Hyunjin neither, but then the realization hit Hyunjin like a cold water bucket.

"I'm gonna sell this online" Said Felix once in an interview on GQ, referring to that sketchbook.

No... He would never do that...

Or he would?

There was only one way to find out, so Hyunjin immediately went to maknaes+Lino dorm, in where there was also just one member, casually Felix.

"Hi, Lixie" Hyunjin waved with a small smile.

"Oh hi, Hyunjinnie, what you doing here? You almost never come" waved back as he moved aside to let Hyunjin in.

"Nothing much, just came to ask you a little question" entered the dorm.

"Oh really? What's it?" Felix asked as closed the door and sat on the couch, where Hyunjin sat too.

"Have you seen my sketchbook, Lix?"

Felix seemed visibly nervous for the question "Y-Your sketchbook? You mean that old sketchbook you used when you first started to paint and draw?" wanted to make sure, the panic visible in his voice

"Yes, Lix, that old sketchbook I used when I first started to paint and draw"

"U-Ummm... Yeah, uhhh, I..." Felix was about to confess, but decided not to in the last second "... Haven't seen it since... A lot time ago" lied.

"Oh really? Are you sure? Cuz you know... I know other ways to make you talk..." Hyunjin grinned slightly as he said this.

Felix paralyzed for a second, and then spoke up "You wouldn't" said, sounding extremely flustered cuz he knew what the ferret boy was about to do.

"Oh, Yongbokkie... Trust me, I definitely would. You sure you're not gonna confess?" The taller one teased.

"I... I... Ummm... I have... Nothing to confess" Felix denied, blushing slightly.

"Oh really? Alright, since this is how it is going to be, I'mma count down from 10" Hyunjin warned, and started counting, making the younger extremely flustered.

"N-No... Hyunjin... Hyunnie please... Plehehease don't" the freckled boy started giggling in anticipation.

"Four... Three... Two... One" Hyunjin finished counting, and immediately jumped over Felix, sitting on his hip and going wild squeezing his sides.

"N-NOHOHO HYUnjihihihIHIHIHIN! IT'S REAlly bahaHAHAHAHAD!" Yongbok started squirming the more he could, but surprisingly, he wasn't trying to stop Hyunjin, just layed there and received the tickles.

"You still not gonna talk? Alright" then proceeded to lift the younger's arms and scribbled slowly and slightly on his left armpit.

"H-Hyuhuhuhunjihihin! That tihihihickles! It really dohohohoes!" Said Felix as he blushed more.

"Just tell me what I wanna know, Lixie, and we'll finish this~" Hyunjin started to go down on the younger's torso to tickle his ribs slightly, an ultimate death spot for the freckled boy.

"N-NOHOHOHOHO! HYUNJIN, HYUNJIN PLEASE NOT THEHEHEHERE!"

"Aww... But Lixie... You haven't told me to stop... Have you? Besides, I'm being the gentlest! How can you still laughing like that?" Hyunjin used a bit more of pressure and speed to tickle Felix on his ribs.

Lix couldn't help but blush at the older's comment, he wasn't supposed to figure out how much he was loving this "HYUHUHUHUHUNJINNIHIHIHIE! PLEASE NOT THERE, NOT THEHEHHEHEHERE, ANYWHERE BUT THEHEHEHERE!"

Seeing the younger wasn't gonna talk still, the ferret boy decided to go really bad now, so he took a breath and leaned down to blew a pretty long raspberry on the younger's ribs.

And, as if that weren't enough to absolutely kill Felix, Hyunjin also used one of his hands to poke, scribble, and squeeze all over Lix's belly and sides, while occasionally also changed between blowing raspberries on his ribs and nibble his sides.

Needless to say this was absolutely wilding Felix crazy, he was laughing and squirming madly.

"AAAAAHAHHAHAHHAHA HYUHUHUHUHUNJIHIHIN! HAHAHAHHAHAHA FIHIHIHINE! FINE FIHIHIHIHIHINE! I SURRENDEHEHEHEHER! I TOOK YOUR SKETCHBOHOHOHOHOOK! I STILL GOHOHOHOHHOHOHOT IT! IT'S IN MYHYHYHYHY DRAWEHEHEHER! PLEHAHAHAHHAHAHASE STOP NOHOHOHOHOW!" Was the last thing the sunshine boy said before his laugh went silent at the overwhelming feeling of the tickles.

Hyunjin, of course, stopped immediately, he didn't want to kill his little sunshine at all.

After stopping, Hyunjin got off of Felix and walked to the boy's room, opened his drawer and took back his sketchbook, after that, he came back to the living room with Lix, with some water for him.

Felix, meanwhile, was still layed on the couch, all blushed, recovering his breath and with a couple more giggles still scaping his mouth. Hyunjin handed him the glass of water and Lixie sat up to drink it.

After a while, he spoke up again "Thank you" Felix said.

"Did you just thank me? For what?" Hyunjin asked, kinda confused.

"For... You know, tickling me" Felix answered, a lot embarrassed.

"You're thanking me for tickling you?"

Felix stayed silent for a couple seconds, and then nodded shyly with his head.

Hyunjin couldn't help but smile and pull the sunshine into a hug "Oh, Lix... You're too cute"

They just cuddled for a a while on the couch, and after some minutes, they fell asleep. Minho, Seungmin and Jeongin came back home after about 10 minutes later, and found them sleeping on the couch. They found it extremely cute.

Minho brought a blanket of Felix and put it over them two, to make sure they're comfy enough.

That afternoon, Felix dreamt with the scene of Hyunjin tickling him, while Hyunjin... He limited to enjoy the warmth feeling of cuddling with his sunshine.

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Hellooooo again😻

Okay I know the name is WAY much simple than the usual but I couldn't think of anything else so😻

I also have a lot of requests so I'm gonna try to finish them this week (emphasis in try)

I've like 8 more to go so I'mma keep working on them

I hope you guys liked this one<3

#skz tickle #kpop tickle #stray kids tickle #tickle #tickle content #ahhie's blog

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hi kira!! i'd like to request something, you know how there is only when the haikyuu boys walk in on you changing, right? but what if it where when YOU walk in on the haikyuu boys changing?

a/n: hi anon!! omg you are a GENIUS!! gold star <3 i almost feel obligated to provide photos of them shirtless but i don’t think i could bring myself to stop staring at it lol feel free to request more characters like usual! p.s. - we’re almost to 1.5k followers which is totally crazy!!! love you guys!! <3

accidentally walk in on them changing - haikyuu!!

tw: fem!reader x selected haikyuu characters, suggestive (slight nsfw), cursing, some boys being SASSY if you liked this prompt, i have haikyuu characters walking in on you changing pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

kuroo tetsuro "uhh..." you knocked, but kuroo had just gotten out of the shower and had his earbuds in, so unfortunately, he didn't hear you. and, unfortunately, you took that as a signal that it was okay to enter his room. he was just finishing wiping the back of his neck with his towel, his bicep flexing, when you entered. it took him a moment to notice your staring. you stared at him. he stared at you, eyes growing wide. he gazed down at his apparel, or rather, lack thereof. slowly, he slipped out one of his earbuds, hardly registering your audible gulp over the sound of his rapidly beating heart. you immediately slammed the door shut, shouting, "oh my god i'm so sorry!" tetsuro blinked, once more looking down, before a burning flush took over his entire body. he is so confused. knowing kuroo, he'll want to talk about it as soon as possible since communication in any of his relationships are important to him, especially when the girl he's been crushing on for years is on the line. after the confusion is cleared up, he'll hope you can look him in the eye again.. he won't be mad if you can't, though. just... if he catches you staring at his crotch one more time he might have to leave the room. man, is it hot in here.

oikawa tooru "oh my god fuCKING KNOCK?!" you and oikawa practically grew up together so it's pretty much a given that you wouldn't need to knock... right? i mean, he'd just lock the door if he was naked, right? apparently oikawa was once again on his last brain cell. you slammed the door open, declaring your presence in the most obnoxious way possible (just because you knew he hated it) only to be greeted with an extremely not-clothed tooru. it only took a second for him to start trying to throw things at you, whatever was in the nearest vicinity (which turned out to be his phone). you shielded your face more as a defense mechanism than out of politeness. the worst part is that even after you apologize, he's going to yell at you for another hour most likely about how your dirty eyes desecrated his sexy, gorgeous body. literally just tell him to shut the fuck up before i do iwa-chan will be hearing about this, just so you know. it's funny and instead of poking fun at you, iwaizumi will never let oikawa live this down. especially because, in retelling the story, oikawa can't help but hide his face in embarrassment. it's kinda cute though.

iwaizumi hajime "erm, hey.." SO awkward. can he really blaming you for staring at those abs? ugh, they're good enough to take a bite out of. you bit your lip, your brows knitting together. fuck, this man has it ALL and he's PACKING ssdfhsjkdfhksj so pardon your intrusion. your bad. if you ask to stay, he'll turn BRIGHT RED and get all flustered. it's really entertaining. but seriously, he just finished his work out and all the sweat is pouring down his body but he doesn't even smell gross like how is that fair?! in all the confusion and embarrassment he won't even ask you to leave. he'll just stare at you until you take the hint or decide to take things further (i applaud you in you're that bold). just be aware, what you've just done has uncaged an animal and putting it back in confinement will be tricky - if not impossible. hajime will literally avoid you after this. he is NOT planning on talking about this or to you ever and he's pretty sure he can't look at you again without remembering how you were biting your lip and your eyes took on a darker hue and FUCK it gives him HOPE okay?! he can't believe there's a chance you'd like him but maybe, just maybe...? he remembers sometimes how you let out a little gasp when he'd met your eyes when you'd opened that door. that gasp remains in his dreams, though under much different circumstances. circumstances that wake him up hard.

futakuchi kenji "i. will. kill. you." you have to be tough to even be friends with this motherfucker, much less the object of his affection. it definitely didn't help, though, that your defense mechanism when you witness something that makes you feel awkward is too laugh. of course, futakuchi being futakuchi thought you were laughing at HIM and so this prompted an all out war. as soon as he's slipped back on his boxers in haste, he's literally going to attack you. he grabs your wrist and pulls you into his room, slamming the door behind him. you're already back-tracking, trying to explain that you're just nervous, but he's already stalking closer toward you. of course, you're backing up. this continues until you're sprawled out on his bed and he's leaning over you, his knee in between your thighs. you gulp. he peers down at you, a glow in his chocolate brown eyes as he says, "you're going to regret laughing." it only takes a look down to call his bluff. it's pretty clear blood isn't just rushing to his ears. he's so head-over-heels for you he can't even stand it.

sakusa kiyoomi "leave before i make you leave." the fact that he even let you in his house is proof that he trusts you, but damn, even leaving the door unlocked? truth be told, the lock on the door to his bedroom has actually been broken for a week, but he didn't tell you that. the moment you're staring at his naked form, his surprised look will quickly change to a scalding glare. it's his only coping mechanism stopping him from getting completely embarrassed that basically everything is out there right now for you to see. he can't help wander in his mind to the times when he's imagined you both naked together like this. and it's already starting to piss him off. you let out a defense, "well sorry, your door was open, omi." he scoffs, covering a fist over his mouth, "whatever, just get out."

kita shinsuke "i'm-" *sigh* "...changing in here.." he really did try to tell you, he heard your footsteps coming to his door but by the time it swung open, you'd already fully met a shirtless and pant-less kita, though thankfully he'd slipped back on his boxers before you'd barged in. he couldn't help but let out a little chuckle as you squeaked out a quiet, "sorry!" before closing the door. your reaction was just so cute. with kita, he's hoping you agree that there's nothing more that needs to be said between you. he may give you a little nod or a "don't mind" hand-motion, but he won't outright talk about it. it's still embarrassing even if you were much more flustered about it than him. just promise you'll still talk to him as well, ok?

miya atsumu *trips trying to grab his towel* he acts like there's a five-second rule to seeing someone naked. it doesn't count if he's reached his towel to cover himself up before those five seconds are up, right? well, he's also a huge dumbass, so he trips over the shit he's left on his messy floor and falls. just bare ass cheeks as he lays there. no, he's not getting up. yes, he's alright. he's just gonna lay here for a while. later, when you can no longer hold your laughter in, he'll get real defensive and argue that you should've knocked louder when he obviously couldn't hear it due to his "off-key singing". that being said, he's not going to hold it against you, i mean, he can't really say "no" to you ever away. 'sumu is a mega-simp, a'ight? too bad his "cool exterior image" is gone now. not that he had that in the first place... but he doesn't need to know that.

miya osamu "you ain't gettin' a look at this for free, ya know." it's irritating how a little smirk creeps up his face like he KNOWS he's fine as fuck (which he does). you're standing there gasping for air while he's just completely unaffected! it's annoying. you scoff, turning your eyes away and letting him know that atsumu just needed him to make dinner. you were a tough one to break, but this was something you could've never prepared for. and osamu was determined to win you over however he could because, let's face it, he's crazy about you. you can't image the amount of times he's replayed the scene of you standing there with your throat bobbing up and down and mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, a heated blush igniting across your face. your eyes feasted on his body, trailing down to his thighs and dick, widening when he purposefully flexed his muscles. it was precious - like a little treasure. osamu once got a pillow to the face for "laughin' like a creep" when he was supposed to be going to sleep.

suna rintaro "are you gonna leave or should i?" sassiest mf alive istg. i don't know what you expected. suna is impossible to read so when you're standing there just... staring and his expression remains blank even as he's completely nude but not making any moves to cover himself up... well, you can't help but wonder what the hell he is thinking. just as you mutter, "leaving.." he grabs you by the arm. you tense up, turning around and meeting his gaze with your own, a questioning eyebrow raised. he cleared his throat before uttering one word - "stay." there's no need to talk after... if you weren't "a thing" before, you are now. as your lying next to him in bed, sound asleep, he's running his hands softly through your hair, thinking about how long he's been wanting this and wanting you and loving you. he's a lucky guy, what can he say? he's got you.

terushima yuji *pterodactyl screech* leave it to you and your inability to knock. you were so used to going in and out of yuji's room that by this time you assumed he'd lock the door if he was changing, right? wrong. if asked, terushima would say he'd winked and asked if you'd wanted to join him. in reality, as you stared at his long torso and the patch of hair that led down to his dick, he'd flushed, letting out a loud shriek, and hilariously attempted to cover both his unmentionables and his chest. after the fact - after a long, cold shower more likely - he's so embarrassed. he may or may not chew you out with a bright red creeping up his neck. someone help him... he's already been holding back so much and now that you've seen him like that confessing seems impossible.

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