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𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋: 'Sweetheart' ༄࿔ B.C. & Y.J.

⤷ Spit Roasting | Brat Taming  |  Manhandling

♱ word count: ~4k (i dont wanna talk about it.)

♱ warnings: *inhales* fem!reader, threesome, frat leader! Chan and frat boy! Jeongin, reader is a teeny bit of a brat, brat taming, some fingering, unprotected p in v, rough sex, light system mentioned but not used, spit roasting/eiffel towering, manhandling, mention of deepthroating, 2 "good girl"s, choking, impact play (1 face slap and like 1 spank), big cock channie AND soft-hard dom channie? (hard to explain but act surprised.), squirting, mention of sharing with other members of the frat (its only the rest of skz in the frat but specifically mean dom minho is named), jeongin films you with his phone and says hes gonna send it to the frat groupchat lol… i think thats it? Idk this was a fever dream

♱ notes: pov: sian getting carried away when she enjoys writing something. also the urge to make this a series is so strong...

mostly proofread, but may be some mistakes/inconsistencies

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DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

“Y/N… Can you uh…” Jeongin clears his throat and rubs his face with both hands as if trying to keep his composure. “Can I have a cup of water?” You smile and nod, standing on your feet and walking out of your room to get him some water. Once you closed the door behind you, after telling them you’d bring some snacks too, Jeongin looked over to his friend desperately.

“Hyung. I am… not your strongest soldier.” The comment in itself was enough to make Chan burst out laughing, but he tried not to grab too much attention so he chose to snicker into his arm instead.

“Breathe man.” Chan laughed and leaned back on his arms, stretching and taking some breaths himself. “I’m not fairing that well either haha… I don’t think she even realizes what she’s doing.”

The most popular frat’s leader, Chan, and his youngest junior, Jeongin, are in your bedroom. And you, unfortunately, had agreed to tutor them after one long day in the library. They had the other 6 members with them and you were particularly stressed from preparing for a final later that day, so you arguably weren’t very clear-minded when you agreed to it.

Nonetheless, you kept your word and, after exchanging numbers with Chan, you sent them your address as well as a list of what days and times were best. It surprisingly wasn’t hard to find a time that worked for all three of you, and the study date was quickly decided. When the day came and you got a knock on your door and you opened it still in your pajamas, both sides were shocked at what they saw.

They had never seen any skin other than your arms, and sometimes your legs on the rare occasion that you wore a skirt. So when they were met with you in a crop top tank top and short shorts, they felt something awaken in them. Jeongin even more so, considering he had a secret little crush on you that only his frat knew about.

And you were surprised because you had completely forgotten that you agreed to tutor them. But considering they had already seen your outfit, you hadn’t bothered to change out of it. Which ultimately led to your current situation: your notebooks and their textbooks spread across your floor alongside them, with their painful bulges hidden underneath their hoodies.

You return only 15 minutes later with 4 bottles of water and a big plate of bagel bites. Both men drop everything instantly and lunge for the plate, taking it from you to “help” you carry everything, but in reality just so they can demolish the food. You smile and shake your head endearingly, a little too entertained by the childish action.

Through their fiending, Chan still offers you the plate many times and makes sure they leave enough for you to eat as well. Then, once both are satisfied and calmed down a little bit, they allow you to continue the lesson. Everything goes well for another 30 minutes until a slip-up happens with your wardrobe.

Chan notices first, and he feels his fingers twitching when you lean forward to point out something to Jeongin. You slightly lean over him in the process and the hand to hold yourself up rests right beside his thigh. The size difference between his thigh and your hand is enough to make his mind wander, but then he watches very closely as the strap of your tank top slowly falls down your shoulder from the new position.

Jeongin himself feels his own composure completely break at his sight. You leaning close to his face was enough to get him flustered, but the sight of your tank top strap slowly falling makes his cock twitch. Then, as if to add insult to injury, you shift just the slightest amount and your tank top loosens around your torso until it now hovers below your chest, giving him a good view of your tits, and a very slight view of your nipple.

Jeongin’s breath catches in his throat and he snaps his head to his eldest brother. “Hyung..” You hear it and look up at them curiously. The redness in their faces gives away that something happened, but it doesn’t hit you until Chan calls your name breathlessly and tugs at your fallen strap. Both men look at you with dark eyes and you feel your heart skip a beat when you realize that you just flashed 2 members of the most popular frat in the fucking state.

“Uh… Sorry… I didn’t realize-” You quickly fix your posture and your strap, wrapping your arms around your chest and trying to hide it from them. Chan chuckles and looks you up and down, making your face flush even harder.

“It’s ok, baby. But I think we��ve done enough studying today. I think you should help us with something else now.” He leans forward and grabs your arms, tearing them away from your chest and helping you to your feet. He leads you to the bed, leaving Jeongin in awe on the floor left to do nothing but watch the situation unfold.

“You’re so pretty, Y/N-nie…” He starts once he softly pushes you to sit down. He brings one of his veiny hands to your cheek, rubbing his thumb against it soothingly as he talks, “You’ve helped us so much already, but there’s one more thing we both need from you if that’s ok?” His gaze is strong but comforting as he checks for consent, and you find yourself nodding quietly despite the butterflies in your stomach.

Jeongin rises to his feet eagerly, taking a seat next to you and immediately leaning into you, resting his hand on your lower back. He leans into your neck and breathes in the scent of your body wash, sighing into your ear at the way it makes his cock twitch. Chan laughs and uses the hand on your cheek to lean your head to the side for the younger man.

“Help us and we’ll help you, okay baby?” You nod and look up at him under your lashes, moaning quietly from the lips that latch themselves on your neck. “You gotta tell us what you like and don’t like though, yeah?”

“Mkay…” Your eyes flutter shut and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning when Jeongin bites down on your neck, his other hand now resting on your inner thigh and squeezing it.

“Can we be rough with you?” You nod. “Haha… Yeah? Can we smack you around a little too?” Your eyes snap open and you nod eagerly when your eyes meet. He smirks and bites his lip, the hand on your cheek sneaking its thumb into your mouth. He opens his mouth to tell you to suck but moans quietly when you do it on your own.

“Good girl…” His eyes flicker down to Jeongin, and the smile on his face widens when he asks the next question. “Wanna get Eiffel Towered? Jeonginnie here is a bit eager with it, he might fuck you silly, but I’m a little too big for you to take this soon. Don’t wanna hurt you just yet.” He winks at the last sentence and pushes his thumb against your tongue.

When you nod, his body visibly bristles and he removes his finger in favor of tugging at the hem of your shorts, silently asking if he can take them off. You don’t bother replying and just lift your hips, just enough for him to pull them off along with your panties. You gasp when Jeongin’s hand immediately returns to your thigh, this time kneading the fat just an inch or two from where you need them the most.

Chan takes a seat opposite of Jeongin, on the other side of you, and rests his hand on the inner thigh of your other leg. He pulls it apart from the one Jeongin was squeezing and the younger man, despite being distracted with your neck, catches on and spreads you open.

You’re exposed to them both and, for the first time since he sat down, Jeongin releases your neck to take in the sight of your pussy. He sighs to himself and rests his forehead against your temple as he finally trails his fingers higher, ghosting them through your wet folds.

Your legs kick and Chan tightens his grip on your leg when Jeongin immediately sinks two long fingers into your hole, curling them off the bat and overwhelming you in all the right ways. Chan’s hand hooks your leg over his lap and moves to roughly play with your clit as Jeongin starts fingering you. He even leans down, craning his neck to land kisses all over your chest.

He lets up on your clit for just a second so he can tug your tank top under both of your tits, giving him better access. Then, he goes back to rubbing rough circles as his mouth ventures lower to your nipple. Your jaw drops and you lean back on your hands as you let them play with you freely, thoroughly enjoying all the attention.

Your moans are quiet and shaky, egging them on further as they work your body towards an orgasm. Chan is busy harshly sucking your left nipple as Jeongin speaks up for the first time in a while, his breath fanning your neck and making you shiver.

“You look so hot… Does this feel good, honey?” He curls his fingers up, digging his fingertips on the very edge of your g-spot.

“Jeongin… up more please-“ You whine and look at him desperately. He listens and shoves his fingers deeper, now angling them perfectly into your g-spot. You respond by furrowing your eyebrows and throwing your head back with a loud moan.

“Haha. There?”

“Uh-huh…” Chan laughs at your response and removes his fingers from your clit, nudging Jeongin away at the same time. You whine at the loss and fix your neck to look between them. “W-Why?”

Chan doesn’t answer and pulls you to your feet, yanking your tank top over your head. He places a kiss on each of your tits before kissing his way up to your neck, then stopping at your lips where he pushes his onto yours. You start to wrap your hands around his neck only to be spun around and held in place by Jeongin.

Jeongin pulls you into him and bites down on the opposite side of your neck that he had marked earlier as you faintly hear Chan undressing behind you. It’s only then that you notice the hardness pushing against your thigh and the bareness of the man in front of you. You wrap your hand around his dick and stroke him eagerly while he sucks more hickies into your skin.

Once Chan undresses fully, he crawls up your bed and rests on his knees near your pillows. Jeongin glances over at the older man and reluctantly pulls away, turning you back around and shoving you onto your hands and knees on your bed.

You grunt at the roughness but are given no time to react further as Chan drags you up the bed. You come face to face with his cock; hard, veiny, and an angry red. Your jaw drops and you look up at him to see a smirk plastered on his face. Yeah… you need him in you.

“Told you I was big, baby girl.” You whine and wrap your hand around him, placing a kiss on his tip as you revel in the sheer weight of him. “‘M not trying to break you today. Maybe next time, yeah?” You nod and his thumb pulls at your bottom lip. He doesn’t need to say anything else because you obey his command before it even leaves his lips.

Your lips wrap around him as the bed dips behind you, but you’re too enamored by his cock to pay the other man any mind. Chan moans loudly and tangles his fingers in your hair as Jeongin, now kneeling behind you, slides his tip through your folds a few times. “Ready?” He huffs out impatiently, but not wanting to force anything. He gets what he wants as soon as the question leaves his mouth because you push your hips back and grind against him.

The action causes his tip to slip into you for a split second and it’s all it takes for him to lose his composure. He curses and digs his fingers into your hips, holding you in place as he shoves his entire length into you at once. You moan around Chan, making him also moan out at the vibrations of your throat. The hand in your hair tightens as Jeongin finds a frantic pace that also fucks you onto Chan’s cock simultaneously.

It's almost brutal the way Jeongin’s hips slam against yours. Even his balls find a way to smack against your folds and it brings your orgasm even closer than before. Your body is still wound up from them playing with your pussy, and you can’t control the constant clenching it provides to the younger of the two. He moans loudly and his hips stutter at a particularly tight hold from you.

“Shit. You’re clenching me like crazy, honey. Gonna cum already?” Your hand tightens around Chan’s base and you moan around him, nodding as best as you can with him half down your throat.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

Your eyes snap up to meet Chan’s and he stares back sternly, eyes narrowing. A whine leaves your throat subconsciously and he immediately shakes his head, standing his ground. The hand in your hair loosens slightly as you pull off of him, and you have to plead through your moans to get your point across.

“Please! I can’t hold it…” His hand leaves your hair completely and grabs onto your chin instead, roughly pulling you up to sit upright.

“I said no, so you’re not allowed to cum yet.”

He squeezes your cheeks and holds you in place as Jeongin’s thrusts speed up. He’s desperate to chase his own orgasm, and he doesn’t spare a thought to your struggle. He’s fucking into you so fast that your eyes flutter open and closed almost constantly. Chan’s eyes stay on your face the whole time, and the second he sees you go slack-jawed, he growls.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” The eager cock constantly pummeling your insides was too much, especially at this new angle, but the sheer anger in his voice made some sick part of you happy, inadvertently cursing you to cum. Quiet grunts follow loud moans as you cum, and Jeongin fucks you through it, using your tightness to milk himself dry.

Chan allowed Jeongin to use you to ride out his orgasm up until the second he pulled out. Then he snatched you from under him and flipped you onto your back under himself. Jeongin laughed somewhere behind you at the aggressiveness and you swore you could hear your heart beating out your ass.

“Something tells me you know about the light system.”

Chan’s face was painted with anger, and you could feel that anger seep into the way he slapped his cock onto your used folds. You stayed quiet, a part of you wondering how far you could push him, and you got the reaction you wanted when his hand came down on your thigh when you still didn’t answer. You gasp and clench around nothing. Then, he waits only a few more seconds until you nod your head repeatedly, giving him the answer he wanted. You try to rise slightly to rest on your elbows, but Chan shoves you backward with a tsk.

“Good. Use it, yeah?”

He sinks himself into you before he can finish his own sentence, and you both hiss at the intrusion. He’s definitely bigger than Jeongin, maybe just as long, but the girth of him is enough to have your head spinning already. Your nails dig into the sheets as he shoves inch by inch into you, not slow enough to let you stretch properly, but slow enough to make you grow impatient. He’s not even bottomed out all the way before he’s stopping. Part of you is thankful because you can already feel him in your stomach, but the other side of you wants it all.

“Baby. Give it a second.” You whine and thrash your head around, doing everything in your power to push yourself back onto him. Chan sighs annoyedly and digs his fingertips into your hips to hold you still. Before he has to move another muscle the bed dips and a set of long fingers tightly squeeze your throat.

“Play nice for Channie, Y/N. It’s one thing to piss him off, but it’s another to piss us both off.” Jeongin leans down to whisper in your ear, but Chan still catches onto it. He also catches onto the way your walls flutter around his cock at the implication, and he realizes what the two of them have gotten into.

“Who would’ve thought the school’s resident good girl is a fucking brat.” He chuckles and talks under his breath. Jeongin snickers to himself and backs his face away to watch Chan plant his hands on either side of your waist in order to lean forward. 

“Aren’t I right? Your little pussy really liked the thought of pissing us both off.”

Your lips turn into a fine line and you look at him incredulously, lips slightly downturned. Then, as if to dig your own grave, your gaze drops from him and you stare off to the right. He follows your gaze curiously and he can feel the vein in his forehead pop out when you find more interest in your ceiling fan. His tongue pokes into his cheek and he digs his hands farther into your mattress.

“Yeah, nah. That’s fine.” His hips reel back and slam forward again, this time forcing the rest of his length into you. Your demeanor falters and you catch your bottom lip between your teeth to try and keep quiet. You’re bad at hiding it though, and the way your eyebrows furrow deeper and deeper with each thrust gives you away. Both men laugh at the sight of you struggling to stay defiant, and Jeongin finally loosens his hold on your neck in favor of sneaking that hand down to pinch your nipple.

Chan’s hips are bruising, more so than Jeongin’s, as he doesn’t hesitate to hold back. Now that he has a better idea of what you like, he’s not afraid to give you everything. His movements prove that further as he pulls out almost all the way just to sink in fully, and repeating the action constantly all while going fast enough to render you brainless. 

When that stubbornness finally gives out and your gaze falls between your legs, your whole body shakes at the sight of his thick cock entering your body. Your eyes slowly trail up, taking in the sweat dripping from his stomach and then the redness that has taken over his chest and his neck. Your eyes finally reach his and he smiles at you sinisterly. “You done?” He tilts his head playfully and rolls his hips deeply, making your eyes squeeze closed for a moment.

“Ff… Fuck you.”

His hips come to a stop and you swear you can see his lips twitch.

“Yeah…?” It comes out quiet and alongside a breathy, in disbelief, laugh. Your lips part to say another snarky comment and his hand comes down on your cheek, rendering you speechless. Your body tenses up and you clench tightly around him. He definitely didn’t miss the way you moaned at it either.

“C’mon, pretty. Be good for me.” His hand wraps around your throat and squeezes it tightly, cutting off some of your airflow. It makes your head spin, especially when his hips start moving again. He’s trying to convince you to play nice before he forces you to. But he realizes real quick that it just isn’t working. And you, instead, just furrow your eyebrows and dig your nails into the forearm of the hand that’s choking you. He grunts and releases your neck, this time wrapping both his hands around the underside of your knees. He pushes them up until you’re folded in half and your knees are by your ears.

“Ah! C-Chan!”

“That’s right, baby. Say my name~” Jeongin sits up on his knees and replaces Chan’s hands with his own, using some of his own body weight to hold your legs down. Now that he’s able to use his hands freely, Chan uses the thumb on one of his hands to spread your pussy lips open for him, giving him a better view of his cock splitting you open.

“Shit! Wait you’re- mmmmfuck! You’re too deep, Chan!” Your hands push against his stomach to try and push him out, but he shoves your hands away with his other hand. That same hand comes down on the side of your ass, making Chan sigh dreamily as your walls squeeze him so snuggly.

“This pretty pussy fits me so well baby. Want me to cum inside and make you ours? ‘Wanna be our frat’s pretty little sweetheart?” He moans loudly at the thought, and then once again when you nod and look up at him with teary eyes. Jeongin himself smirks at the thought and hovers his face over yours.

“That bratty little attitude of yours will get fucked out the window, honey. We got a looot of meanies over there. Minho-hyung will have a lot of fun with you.” Your eyes squeeze shut, already knowing who Minho was and hearing stories about how he was in bed. Most girls agree on the same two words: animalistic and straight-up mean.

“I should film Channie-hyung fucking you like this and send it to the group chat. Maybe even tell them we got ourselves a little toy. What do you think, hyung?” You hear the ding of his phone starting a recording and you’re cumming before you realize it; gushing around Chan and causing loud squelching noises to fill the room.

Chan laughs with his chest and his whole body shakes as he cums, his hands squeezing the flesh of your hips as he bottoms out one final time to cum deep inside. He doesn’t need to fuck you through his orgasm thanks to the way your walls continue to clench around him, almost suffocating him with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

You squeal when he finally slides out of you, every vein on his cock making you even more overly sensitive. Jeongin giggles and slides next to you on the bed, pulling you into his chest and running his hands down your back. Chan leans forward and places a kiss on your temple before swiftly leaving the room, stating he’s just going to get a washcloth to clean you off.

“You okay?” Jeongin kisses your neck softly and trails his kisses to the corner of your mouth. You hum and let your eyes become lidded, heavy with exhaustion. He can see it in your face and he coos, “You can sleep. Channie and I will take care of everything.” He smiles sweetly and tucks your hair behind your head, trying to wipe some of the sweat off your forehead too.

You hadn’t planned on any of this happening, but his fingers ghosting along your arms and all over your back are all too convincing as they urge your eyes to close. In seconds, you’re falling asleep to the feeling of Jeongin caressing your body and his lips repeatedly pushing against your cheek.

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﹙✧﹚ the scent of your love

₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ : warm mornings with your boyfriend.

۫ 𖨂 𓈒 𝑏f!skz ₊ ‎ ‎ 𝑖m.𝑓em!reader ˙ . ꒷ maknae line. g. domestic fluff . 35OOw. ⎯⎯⎯ Yᗩᑎi's ᒪIᗷᖇᗩᖇY ⟢ cw. kissing , cuddling . ┆ 🍥 ⋮ req. headcanons .ᐟ ֹ ₊

yani's note 𑁍ܓ maknae line posted the next day as promised <3 thank you for the love the unc line got !! life is actually getting better omg im so giddy rn expect more activity from me.....? again thanking iza for the brainrot nicknames because im not creative like that..

find the hyung-line here.

jingle me balls ୨୧

₍^. .^₎⟆ sleeping & cuddling habits

bro cannot sleep without cuddling you in some way. his arms, legs, or even just a hand have to be touching you.

will trap you under him like a blanket. if you try to escape? good luck. he’ll whine dramatically, latch onto you tighter, and grumble, ⟡ “nooo, baby, you’re my personal pillow. you can’t leave me like this.”

heat generator. i bet he runs so warm that in the winter, it’s a blessing, but in the summer? you have to fight for your life to escape the furnace of his body.

loves spooning but insists on being the little spoon sometimes. you’ll have to wrap your arms around his warm, muscular body while he nuzzles into your chest like the baby quokka he is. ⟡ “mm, this is so nice… you’re stuck with me forever.”

₍^. .^₎⟆ mornings with him

if he wakes up before you (very rare), he’ll lay there admiring you with the goofiest lovesick smile, occasionally poking your cheek or playing with your hair like, ⟡ “wow, you’re so pretty even when you’re drooling.”

groggy, whiny, and clingy. waking up is not sungie's strong suit. if you try to get out of bed, he’ll immediately grab your wrist and drag you back down while groaning, ⟡ “why would you betray me like this?”

pillow thief. if you somehow escape his grip, he will steal your pillow and hug it like it’s you. but the moment you come back? he shoves the pillow away and clings to you instead.

does not open his eyes for at least 10 minutes after waking up. he just makes random noises in protest against life.

his voice.... deeper than felix's omg. (we all watched that one very recent skz-talker-go, minsung date, right?) deep. husky. sleepy. a little raspy but somehow still so cute. the first thing out of his mouth is either a dramatic, ⟡ “good morning, baby love,” ..or a sleepy, muffled, ⟡ “mmmrrmfh… food.”

drools a little. and sometimes, you have to wipe it off his cheek, which makes him giggle all embarrassed.

the moment he’s a liiittle more awake, he will start belting. about anything. we all know that.

you getting out of bed? he belts dramatically, ⟡ “she's leeeaaving meee~ she's breaking my heaaart~”

it is insanely attractive how he hums lowly against your skin, making you shiver. and he knows it, smirking before mumbling, ⟡ “oh? you like that?”

if you ignore him, he’ll start freestyling about how unloved he is. ⟡ “i gave her my love… my warmth… my cuddles… yet she leaves me here… in the cold… 😔”

makes up weird, random morning songs. like, ⟡ “good morning, baby, it’s time to rise~ if you don’t wake up, i will cry~”

if you tell him to shut up, he pouts, but 3 seconds later, he’s singing a fake breakup song about you ditching him for the bathroom.

breakfast = chaos. he insists on cooking for you, but half the time, he burns something. you always end up cooking together while he hugs you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

if you feed him? his entire face lights up like he’s just fallen in love with you all over again. ⟡ “mmm! this is why i’m marrying you.”

loves when you steal his oversized shirts in the morning, walking around with your fluffy hair and sleepy eyes, looking ridiculously cute. he melts on the spot. ⟡ “omg… you’re the cutest thing i’ve ever seen. come here. let me hug you. you’re mine forever.”

you brush your teeth together, and he makes it a competition on who can make the most dramatic toothpaste foam.

if you do your skincare, he demands you put some on him too. ⟡ “i need to stay pretty for you.”

oh and sometimes when his facial hair is visible, you'd both spend an hour or two in the bathroom as he'd have you sat on the marble counter, helping him shave and make a big-ass foam beard.

"ji, let go, i need to pee." ⟡ "hold it.""are you serious?"⟡ "please, just five more minutes of cuddles, baby. then you can go. i promise."

"get up, lazy." ⟡ "no.""no?"⟡ "yes. because… i love you, and i’d rather stay in bed with you forever." "that’s sweet, but we have things to do."⟡ "do those things involve cuddling your super cute boyfriend? no? then they’re not important."

"why are you staring at me?" ⟡ "because you’re beautiful.""i just woke up." ⟡ "and?? you’re the prettiest woman in the world, even when you’re all messy and sleepy. it’s actually unfair how much i love you."

₍^. .^₎⟆ clingy scale?

1000/10. clings on to you 25/8 anyway.

so many kisses. but lazy ones—soft, slow pecks as he holds your face in his warm hands.

if you complain about morning breath, he does not care. he will still kiss you all over, ⟡ “morning breath doesn’t matter when it’s you! muah! muah! muah!”

forehead kisses!! cheek kisses!! nose kisses!! the cutest? when he peppers tiny butterfly kisses all over your face while giggling in between.

definitely nuzzles his nose against yours before giving you a soft, lingering kiss and whispering, ⟡ “i love you even when i’m half-dead from sleepiness.”

─ so, waking up next to this little cutie is a mix of chaos, and overwhelming affection. he’s the biggest cuddle baby, a dramatic singer, and so in love with you that every morning feels like waking up in a rom-com.

feelthelicks ୨୧

₍^. .^₎⟆ sleeping & cuddling habits

he's the type to definitely cradle and sing you to sleep. because who wouldn't wanna listen to him singing you 'only' by leehi to sleep.... i'd bawl.

lix is a cuddle baby and we know that—there’s no escape. he has a firm but gentle grip, and once he’s latched onto you, he’s not letting go anytime soon.

loves spooning but switches between big spoon and little spoon depending on his mood. sometimes, he wants to nuzzle into your hair and hold you close; other times, he wants to be held and tucked into your chest like the soft angel he is.

if you roll away, he’ll instinctively pull you right back in, murmuring, ⟡ "mmm… where do you think you're going, love?"

₍^. .^₎⟆ mornings with him

if he wakes up first, he just lies there, staring at your face with heart eyes until you wake up. he won’t move because he doesn’t want to disturb you, but his hands are tracing random shapes on your back or arms.

morning kisses from him are sososo soft and loving. he peppers them all over your face, starting with your forehead, down to your cheeks, and then finally to your lips.

he smiles into kisses because he’s just so happy to be next to you. his heart lips are so plush and warm in the morning, and he lingers for a bit longer with each kiss.

if you’re feeling lazy, he pouts and nudges your face with his nose until you give in and kiss him back.

loves butterfly kisses, both giving and receiving. sometimes, he just gently nuzzles his nose against yours, waiting for you to react.

will randomly press his lips to your shoulder, collarbone, or the back of your hand because he can’t go more than a few minutes without showing love. (currently crying as you read!)

bro's voice in the morning is unreal. it’s even deeper and raspier than usual, and the first thing he says every morning is probably: ⟡ "mornin’, baby… did you sleep well? wanna get up?" ..followed by a long, sleepy yawn.

if you reply with a simple hum, he chuckles in that low voice and pulls you closer: ⟡ "that doesn't sound like a yes… guess i gotta keep you in bed longer."

if you try to get up, he’s extra whiny, despite the fact that he was the one telling you to get up. ⟡ "nooo, don’t leave me. just five more minutes… or maybe twenty."

he is not in a rush to get out of bed. he loves the peacefulness of waking up next to you.

he’ll trace your features with his fingertips, murmuring things like: ⟡ "my baby's so beautiful even when she's sleeping, how'd i get so lucky?"

he gets really soft and sentimental in the mornings, whispering things like: ⟡ "i don’t think i’ll ever get tired of waking up next to you."

if you fall back asleep, he watches you with a fond, dreamy look on his face before falling back asleep too.

⟡ "baby, nooo. it’s illegal to wake up before snuggle time is over." you'd groan, trying to get up."we have things to do, lixie."⟡ [dramatic sigh] "but what about me? what if i wither away without your love?"

⟡ "you’re the first thing i wanna see every morning." he'd say, lying on his stomach and watching you."even with bedhead?"⟡ "especially with bedhead! it’s cute."

when you steal the blanket..⟡ "hey! you stole my warmth!""you're literally a walking sun. you don’t need the blanket."⟡ "then let me cuddle you, problem solved."

₍^. .^₎⟆ clingy scale?

10000/10. mans is super clingy in the mornings. you’re his personal heater, and he refuses to start his day without at least ten minutes of lazy cuddles.

wraps his legs around yours or drapes himself over you like a koala. if you try to move, he tightens his grip and mumbles something cute like, ⟡ "shhh, just stay. i need to recharge."

sometimes, he buries his face in your neck and mumbles nonsense into your skin, his deep voice tickling you. if you laugh, he just grins and tightens his hold on you.

─ overall, waking up next to this sunshine is pure happiness and comfort. he’s clingy, affectionate, and endlessly loving, making sure that the first thing you feel every morning is warmth and love. his deep voice, soft freckles, sleepy kisses, and tight cuddles make mornings with him the absolute best.

mongmong ୨୧ (mY MAN MY MAN MY MAN sorry you had to see ts)

₍^. .^₎⟆ sleeping & cuddling habits

my mans is the type to pretend he doesn’t care about cuddling but always ends up wrapped around his lover by morning.

sleeps on his side, sometimes facing you, sometimes turned away—but his hand always finds yours under the blanket. (who else cried)

he moves a lot in his sleep, occasionally rolling onto you, trapping you under him like a puppy.

if he’s exhausted, he sleeps like a rock, but if you move too much, he’ll grumble and tighten his grip on you.

he radiates warmth, so if you get cold at night, snuggling into his chest is the best solution.

he sleep-talks, mostly mumbling nonsense like “…don’t eat my banana milk…” or random bits of unfinished songs.

if you try to untangle yourself from him, he instinctively pulls you back with an annoyed grunt.

he will 100% pretend he doesn’t remember how cuddly he was when he wakes up!

₍^. .^₎⟆ mornings with him

#01 HIS morning kisses are lazy and teasing—like a single peck on your nose followed by a smug smirk. (would recommend, 5star rating)

he likes to give fake dramatic kisses, pretending he’s in a k-drama just to make you groan.

if he’s feeling extra affectionate, he’ll place tiny pecks along your jawline, whispering in his honey-dripped morning voice, ⟡ “morning, weirdo.”

when he’s still sleepy, his kisses are softer, lingering for a few seconds before he buries his face in your neck.

but if you kiss him first.... hmo he’ll act like you just gave him the world, blinking at you dramatically before grinning, ⟡ “you must really like me, huh?”

bro's morning voice is sosoosos attractive—deep, husky, and slow, like honey melting over warm french toast or pancake.

if you mention it, though, he’ll immediately switch to this one annoying and forced high pitched voice just to ruin the moment. but his voice is still soothing regardless.

he hums a lot in the morning—sometimes his own, mostly day6 songs because of course. and sometimes, straight-up nonsense just to annoy you.

occasionally wakes up speaking in fluent american english for no reason. ⟡ “good morning, my sunshine bread,”

seungmin pretends he’s not a morning cuddler, but the way he keeps pulling you closer says otherwise.

he pokes your cheeks while you’re still half-asleep, just to be annoying. (yeah right, pack it up loverboy!)

if you try to ignore him, he will blow air into your ear like a menace until you react.

loves stealing your blanket, but when you glare at him, he opens his arms and smirks. ⟡ “fine. compensation fee. you can sleep in my arms.”

if you have an early schedule, he will not let you go unless you promise him an extra 10 minutes of cuddling.

will dramatically groan if you try to wake him up. ⟡ “why do you hate me?” while pulling you back down.

“seung, wake up.” you'd say, trying to wake him up.⟡ “i am awake.” groans, then continues lying motionless. “then open your eyes.”⟡ “you don’t specify your conditions enough. rookie mistake.” peeks with one eye open.

“morninggggggg,” ⟡ “mmm.” “say it back.” you'd poke his cheek. ⟡ “good morning. now leave me alone.” “nope.” you cuddle into him⟡ he'd sigh but ultimately lets you “fine, but if you fall back asleep, i’m biting your arm.”

“did you sleep well?” ⟡ “yeah. you?” “mhm.” you'd snuggle into his chest..... testing the waters. ⟡ he'd go quiet for a moment before whispering, “good.” “huh?” ⟡ “nothing. just… stay here for a bit.”

“mmm… five more minutes…” “sure.” literally does not move for the next 30 minutes. . . . “wait. what time is it?” ⟡ “dunno. but you looked cute sleeping, so i let you.” “???” ⟡ “you should thank me.”

₍^. .^₎⟆ clingy scale?

4/10 when awake (according to him), 1000/10 when half-asleep.

he’s not the type to be openly clingy—but you can tell by the way he subtly holds onto you that he loves it.

⟡ “i don’t like being clingy,” he says, while literally laying on top of you. okay boomer.

he denies being clingy, but when you’re gone, he suddenly has.. ⟡ “so many things to ask you” just to make you come back.

if you tease him about missing you, he scoffs, but his ears turn pink.

─ overall, waking up next to mongmong who pretends to be the grumpy boyfriend but is actually super cute, is pure chaos. he acts all nonchalant, but his little habits, teasing, and subconscious cuddles make it obvious that he loves having you close. he’s a menace, but he’s your menace.

jeongeater ୨୧

₍^. .^₎⟆ sleeping and cuddling habits

this kid moves a lot in his sleep, but it’s never chaotic—it’s the kind of movement where he just naturally chases your warmth throughout the night.

he always starts out sleeping on his back, arms neatly by his sides like he’s some noble prince, but at some point, he ends up facing you with his arm flopped over your waist.

he’s not a huge cuddler while sleeping, but he doesn't like when there's too much space between you two. if he notices it, even half-asleep, he'll grumble and pull you back.

has a thing for resting his chin on the top of your head while you sleep. it just feels right.

when he’s exhausted from practice, he clings. like, full-on octopus mode, an arm and leg trapping you so you can't move.

sleeps deeply but will wake up if you shuffle too much. if you accidentally wake him, he just grumbles something sassy and buries his face in your neck.

always smells fresh—a mix of his shampoo and subtle vanilla cologne. he doesn’t do it on purpose; he just always smells good.

rarely snores, but he sometimes breathes heavily when he’s super tired. if you tease him about it, he'll deny it aggressively.

dimples even when he sleeps—especially if he’s dreaming about something cute.

if you have trouble sleeping, he’ll lazily rub your back or murmur something in his milk voice to comfort you before dozing off again.

hates getting babied about his sleeping habits, but if you tuck him in or play with his hair before bed, he secretly melts inside.

₍^. .^₎⟆ mornings with him

he wakes up slow, blinking at you sleepily with a dazed expression before burying his face into the pillow again.

if you wake up before him and try to get out of bed, he grabs your wrist or tugs at your shirt to pull you back.

morning kisses are lazy—slow pecks on your cheek, the tip of your nose, or right on your lips before he mumbles a soft, “morning.”

sometimes, when he’s still half-asleep, he’ll kiss your collarbone or shoulder absentmindedly while stretching.

if you try to bombard him with kisses, he’ll groan dramatically but will never actually stop you—he’ll just complain about how you’re too much, even though he secretly loves it.

HIS VOICE. I'M IN LOVE YOUR HONOUR. the milky smooth voice but raspy. he sounds extra deep and sleepy in the mornings, and it takes a while for his usual tone to return.

his first words are often mumbled nonsense—some retort but barely coherent.

yawns mid-sentence when he’s talking to you, but then pretends he didn’t just do that.

sometimes, if he’s feeling extra sweet, he’ll whisper in your ear before fully waking up. usually something like.. ⟡ "i had a dream about you… but i won't tell you what it was."

likes to stretch dramatically in bed, making little groaning noises while flexing his arms (showing off his biceps on purpose).

when he turns around and sees you watching him, he’ll smirk sleepily, like, ⟡ "am i that pretty, baby?"

plays with your fingers while still lying down, tracing circles on your palm or absentmindedly intertwining them.

if he’s extra clingy, he’ll nuzzle into your neck but act like he’s not doing anything.

will not get out of bed immediately. he just lays there, staring at the ceiling and grumbling about life.

if you try to tickle him awake, he will physically fight back.

you trying to get out of bed:"okay, i need to get up."⟡ "you don’t, actually." he'd grab your wrist without opening his eyes "yes, i do." ⟡ "no, i just checked the schedule. you belong here." "part-time corny mf.."

him waking up first for once.. he's probably staring at you half-awake, poking your cheek. "why are you like this?"⟡ i like watching you sleep. you look dumb.""excuse me?"⟡ "like, cute dumb. but still dumb."

when he’s extra sleepy:"you good, iyennie?"⟡ (muffled against the pillow) "no, i am but a humble victim of sleep deprivation." "baby, it’s 10 am." ⟡ "irrelevant."

you teasing him about how muscular he’s gotten:"wow, your arms are getting huge. who are you trying to impress?"⟡ (smirks, flexing sleepily) "you.""oh? say it again."⟡ "…no." rolls over dramatically and pretends to sleep again

if you wake up before him and stare at him for too long:⟡ "why do i feel like i’m being judged?" groggy, eyes still closed"i’m just admiring you."⟡ "oh. okay, continue." says, peeking with one eye open.

if he has to get up first for work.. ⟡ "nope. not going." he'd say, laying back down dramatically"you have schedules."⟡ "and? i also have a girlfriend who’s very warm and huggable."

₍^. .^₎⟆ clingy scale?

8/10 in the mornings. too sleepy to fight you off, so he’s extra soft and tolerates all affection. but in the nights.. 10/10. when he's tired and in bed with you? clingy as hell.

when he’s still half-asleep, he literally won’t let you go. if you try to move, he’ll tighten his grip around your waist or hook his leg over yours like a human seatbelt.

he buries his face in your neck or chest when he’s feeling extra clingy but acts like it’s just because he’s cold. (spoiler: he’s not. he just likes being close.)

pretends he’s not awake just so he can keep cuddling you. if you try to wake him up, he’ll groan dramatically, mumble something incoherent, and pull you closer instead.

if you get up first, he will dramatically roll onto your pillow and bury his face in it. then later, he’ll whine that your scent is fading.

if you sit up, he’ll immediately latch onto your waist from behind. he’ll press his forehead against your back and mutter, "few more minutes, baby." (it’s never just few minutes.)

─ waking up next to iyen is all warmth, sass, and hidden clinginess. he’s sleepy, slow, and grumbles dramatically when you try to leave. his voice is extra raspy, and his morning kisses are lazy but sweet. he denies being clingy but always pulls you closer. tries to be all nonchalant, but secretly loves you the most.

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fractured silence 2.

yang jeongin x idol!reader

synopsis: when your pregnancy complicates your secret relationship, the emotional distance between you and your boyfriend grows, leaving you unsure of where you stand and what the future holds.

warnings: pregnancy, angst, hurt/comfort, miscommunication.

wc: 9747

[fractured silence part 1, fractured silence part 3]

The morning light filtered through the windows of the makeup room, casting a soft glow on your reflection as a stylist carefully applied foundation to your skin. But despite the gentle hum of conversation between staff members and the usual pre-interview preparations, your mind was stuck on the night before.

Jeongin’s words still echoed in your head, playing on an endless loop.

You’re being really annoying lately.

Just leave me alone for a bit.

You don’t need to keep asking about everything.

No matter how many times you tried to push them away, the weight of his frustration sat heavily on your chest. The way he had snapped at you, the sudden shift in his behavior, it didn’t make sense.

He had been so sweet, so supportive. He had promised to stand by your side. But now?

Now, he was shutting you out, and you didn’t understand why.

You wanted to call him again, to demand an explanation, to ask if he really meant what he said. But a part of you was scared of the answer.

What if he did mean it?

What if he was regretting everything?

You swallowed hard, trying to focus on the present. You had a long day ahead, interviews, schedules, promotions. You couldn’t let yourself break down right now.

You could deal with Jeongin later.

But then, your manager, Jinhee walked in.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” she said, her voice neutral, but something about the way she looked at you made your stomach twist.

You barely hesitated before nodding, carefully getting up from the chair. “Of course.”

You excused yourself from the stylists, smoothing down your outfit as you followed Jinhee out of the room and down the hall.

She didn’t speak right away, just kept walking, and with every silent second, the tension in your body grew.

She led you into an empty practice room, the door clicking shut behind you. The room was dim, the large mirrors reflecting your nervous expression as you turned to face her.

And then, she finally spoke.

“Is it true?”

Your breath hitched.

She didn’t need to clarify. You knew exactly what she was asking.

Your stomach dropped.

Your lips parted slightly, but no words came out. You couldn’t lie, not to her. But you also didn’t know how to answer.

“I—” you started, your voice barely above a whisper, but she cut you off with a sigh.

“Just tell me the truth.”

She wasn’t angry. That was what scared you the most. If she had come in screaming, furious, maybe it would have been easier to handle. But the disappointment in her eyes, the quiet weight in her tone, it felt so much worse.

You swallowed hard, feeling your body go rigid. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, and suddenly, the room felt too small.

How did she know?

You had been so careful. You had only told the people you trusted the most your members, and Jeongin.

So how?

Your silence must have been answer enough because Jinhee, sighed again, crossing her arms.

“The company knows.”

The words hit you like a freight train.

Your hands clenched at your sides. “What?”

“JYP reached out to us,” she explained, her voice still calm but firm. “They said they received the information and wanted to confirm it with HYBE. I don’t know who told them, but someone did.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

Someone… told them?

Your mind raced, grasping for answers, but there was only one name flashing in your head, one person who had been acting off ever since he told you he had spoken to Chan.

Jeongin.

You felt like the ground had been ripped out from beneath you.

Had he told them?

No, that didn’t make sense. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Right?

Your pulse quickened as you struggled to breathe, to think, to make sense of it all.

“I—I don’t know what to say,” you admitted, your voice shaky.

Jinhee studied you carefully. “Look, I don’t know what’s going to happen yet. But I wanted to warn you before things get worse. HYBE is upset, JYP even more so. You need to be prepared.”

Prepared?

For what?

For the company to scold you? To make you hide even more? To tell you what you already knew that you had just risked everything you worked for?

Your hands trembled, and you clenched them into fists to steady yourself.

Jinhee took a step closer, her voice softening. “Are you okay?”

You wanted to say yes.

You wanted to say that you had everything under control, that you were handling it, that you weren’t standing on the verge of breaking.

But you couldn’t.

Because at that moment, it felt like everything was falling apart.

You shook your head, your voice barely above a whisper. “I wasn’t… I wasn’t ready to tell them yet.”

Jinhee’s expression remained calm, but there was something almost pitying in her eyes. “I know,” she said gently. “But the reality is, they already know. And I don’t know when or how this is going to unfold.”

Her words sent a fresh wave of panic crashing over you.

This wasn’t supposed to happen yet.

You had been preparing yourself, trying to gather the courage to tell the company when the time felt right. When you had a plan. When you and Jeongin figured things out. But now, it was out of your hands.

You bit your lip hard to stop the tears from forming, inhaling sharply as you fought against the lump in your throat.

Jinhee sighed, her tone softer now. “I’ll try to find out more. Who reported it, what the company plans to do, but for now, just focus on today’s schedules. Alright?”

You nodded stiffly, even though you knew, deep down you wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else. This was going to cloud your mind for the rest of the day, no matter how hard you tried to push it down.

With a weak “thank you,” you turned on your heel and left the practice room, your mind racing as you made your way back to the makeup room.

The moment you stepped inside, the other girls turned to you, their faces filled with quiet concern.

Jinae gave you a soft smile. “Everything okay?”

You forced a smile back, even though your chest felt tight. “Yeah. Just… manager stuff.”

They didn’t push, but you could tell they knew something was wrong. You could see it in the way Chae watched you closely, in how Minsu subtly reached out and gave your arm a reassuring squeeze. They weren’t fooled, but they weren’t going to force you to talk.

You appreciated that.

Taking a deep breath, you reached into your bag, fingers scrambling as you searched for your phone. Your hands were trembling slightly, but you ignored it.

You needed to talk to Jeongin.

You needed to hear him tell you that this was a mistake that your company somehow got the information wrong. That he hadn’t done this. That someone else had leaked it.

You tugged your phone out and barely mumbled a rushed “I’ll be right back” before slipping out of the room again.

Your heart was pounding as you rushed down the hall, gripping your phone tightly as you dialed his number.

One ring.

Two.

Three.

Four.

He wasn’t answering.

You pressed your back against the cool wall, closing your eyes briefly as the call continued ringing.

Pick up. Please.

On the very last ring, just when you thought it would go to voicemail, the call connected.

Jeongin’s voice came through, but it wasn’t the warm, concerned tone you were used to.

It was irritated. Bothered.

“What is it?” he asked, exhaling heavily like he had just been interrupted from something important.

Your stomach twisted, but you pushed past the hurt.

“They know.”

There was a long pause.

Too long.

You could hear your own heartbeat in the silence.

Then, barely above a whisper, you asked the question you were dreading.

“…Did you tell them?”

More silence.

And then before he could even say anything, he sighed.

“I’m sorry.”

Your breath hitched.

That was all the confirmation you needed.

Your grip on your phone tightened as you stared blankly at the tiled floor, your entire body going rigid.

“Why?” Your voice came out shaky, raw. “Why would you do that?”

Jeongin exhaled again, but it wasn’t frustrated this time. It was tired.

“Because—” He hesitated. “Because they were going to find out eventually.”

You blinked rapidly, your vision blurring. “So what? You decided to throw me under the bus first? Were you..were you trying to save yourself?”

Jeongin’s breath hitched at your accusation. “No—”

“Then why?” you asked again, your voice cracking. “Why would you go behind my back like this? We were supposed to handle this together.”

“I was handling it,” he argued, but there was something defensive in his tone. “I told Chan. And he—he lost it. He said this could ruin everything. He was scared, and I—” He cut himself off, like he didn’t know how to explain. “I thought if I told them first, it would be better than them finding out through rumors or scandals.”

You let out a bitter laugh, one that held no amusement. “Better?”

Jeongin didn’t answer.

You wiped at your face harshly, even though the tears hadn’t fallen yet. Your chest ached, your throat felt tight, and suddenly, you felt so small.

So alone.

“You promised me,” you whispered. “You promised you’d stand by me.”

“I am—”

“No, Jeongin,” you cut him off. “You’re not.”

Another silence.

The longer it stretched, the more your heart shattered.

You waited, waited for him to say something, to tell you that he was still here, that he hadn’t just broken the trust you had in him.

But nothing came.

And suddenly, the weight of everything, the pregnancy, the company knowing, the overwhelming sense of betrayal became too much.

You couldn’t do this. Not right now.

You swallowed down the sob threatening to escape and exhaled shakily. “I have to go.”

Jeongin must have heard the shift in your tone because his voice softened immediately. “Wait—”

But you didn’t wait.

You hung up before he could say another word.

And this time, you didn’t call back.

The moment you hung up, your phone lit up again, Jeongin’s name flashing across the screen.

He was calling you back.

You clenched your jaw, gripping the phone so tightly your knuckles turned white. You weren’t ready to hear whatever excuses he had. You didn’t want to listen to his apologies, not when the damage had already been done.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you pressed down on his contact, tapped Block Number, and shoved your phone back into your bag.

You didn’t want to cry. Not now. Not here.

But the weight of everything pressed down on you, threatening to crush you. You were upset with Jeongin, for going behind your back, for making such a huge decision without you. But you were also upset with yourself, for trusting him so blindly, for believing he would never do something like this.

And, most of all, you were upset at the situation itself.

If you weren’t an idol, would things be different? Would you and Jeongin be able to celebrate this pregnancy instead of hiding it in fear? Instead of worrying about your careers, your fans, your companies?

Would he have told you first? Would he have stood by you like he promised?

You swallowed back the lump in your throat and forced your feet to move, step after step, back toward the makeup room.

You had to keep it together.

The moment you walked in, the makeup artists called you over for touch-ups, their chatter filling the room. You sat down in your chair, trying to school your expression into something neutral, something presentable. But your hands were still trembling in your lap.

Jinae, who was seated in the chair next to you, noticed immediately. She turned to face you, her expression careful but concerned.

“Okay,” she said softly, just loud enough for you to hear. “What’s going on?”

You opened your mouth, ready to tell her it was nothing, that you were fine, but the words wouldn’t come.

Because you weren’t fine.

You were barely holding yourself together.

Jinae saw the hesitation in your eyes and reached over, placing a gentle hand on your arm. She didn’t push, didn’t demand answers, just let you know she was there.

You let out a shaky breath, but before you could even begin to explain, Jinhee walked in.

She scanned the room before her eyes landed on you. “It’s time. Let’s go.”

You forced yourself to nod, swallowing down the emotions threatening to spill over.

As you stood up, Jinae did too, falling into step beside you as you followed Jinhee down the hallway. The quiet hum of conversation from other staff members, the distant sounds of rehearsals from different rooms, it all felt muted compared to the storm raging inside your head.

And then, finally, you found your voice.

Still staring straight ahead, you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. “Jeongin told JYP.”

Jinae froze mid-step, her head snapping toward you. “What?”

You hesitated, then nodded. “They know. HYBE knows. Jinhee just told me.”

Jinae’s expression darkened, her hands clenching into fists at her sides.

“He told them?” she repeated, anger lacing her voice.

You nodded again, your throat tightening. “Without telling me first.”

Jinae let out a slow, controlled breath through her nose. You could tell she was trying to keep her emotions in check, but the way her jaw tensed, the way her eyes flashed with barely-contained fury, it was clear she was pissed.

“How could he do that?” she muttered under her breath.

You didn’t have an answer.

You had asked yourself the same question over and over since you hung up on him.

The worst part was you wanted to understand. You wanted to believe that he had done it for a reason, that he wasn’t just thinking about himself.

But right now?

All you could feel was betrayal.

Jinae clenched her jaw, shaking her head. “He should’ve told you first. He should’ve talked to you before running to his company.”

You exhaled shakily. “I know.”

Jinae looked like she wanted to say more, to do more, but she held back. Instead, she just reached over, giving your hand a quick, reassuring squeeze.

“We’ll figure this out,” she murmured. “Together.”

You nodded, even though the fear in your chest hadn’t lessened.

Because now, the secret was out.

And you had no idea what would happen next.

You forced yourself to smile, to laugh, to nod along to every question thrown your way during the interviews. You kept your posture straight, your voice steady, and your expressions perfect.

Like nothing was wrong.

Like you weren’t falling apart inside.

Jinae, Minsu, and Chae played along, keeping the energy high, subtly guiding the conversation whenever they noticed you slipping. They had your back.

And finally, finally the interviews ended.

As soon as the cameras shut off and the lights dimmed, you let out a quiet breath, exhaustion settling deep into your bones. You just wanted to go home. To crawl into bed and shut everything out.

-

Back in the dressing room, you changed into your regular clothes, tugging on your hoodie in an attempt to disappear into yourself. The girls were still chatting softly amongst themselves, Minsu occasionally glancing your way with concern.

You knew they wanted to talk, to ask if you were okay, but before they could

The door opened.

Jinhee, stepped in, followed by a man who immediately made the room go silent.

Jun.

Everyone knew Jun.

He was one of the higher-ups at HYBE, one of the kinder ones. He wasn’t the type to belittle idols, wasn’t unnecessarily cruel, but he was serious about his job. If he was here, now, looking this upset

It wasn’t good.

The door shut behind them with a soft click.

Jun crossed his arms, his jaw tight. He exhaled sharply, his expression unreadable, but the tension in the room grew thicker by the second.

Then, finally, he spoke.

“Why did nobody tell the company about what was going on?”

The weight of his words sank in, pressing down on your shoulders like bricks.

You opened your mouth, scrambling for something to say an excuse, an explanation, anything. But before you could, Jinae stepped forward, her arms crossed, her stance firm.

Her tone was sharp, filled with an almost practiced defiance.

“What exactly was there to tell?”

Jun exhaled through his nose, his lips pressing into a thin line.

Jinhee, stepped in before he could respond. “The tip-off didn’t come from Jeongin himself.”

Your eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering in your chest.

“What?” you asked.

She sighed. “It came from his team, from his management.”

Silence.

The realization settled over you like a cold wave.

It wasn’t Jeongin who had run to JYP.

It was the people around him.

The same people who managed his schedules, his appearances, his career. The people who saw him as an investment before they saw him as a person.

You swallowed hard. “Why?”

Jinhee’s expression darkened slightly. “Because they’re angry. And because they want to make sure he isn’t mentioned in any articles if this ever gets out.”

Your heart dropped.

They wanted to keep him safe.

They wanted to leave you out to dry.

Your mouth felt dry, and you turned toward Jun. “What’s going to happen?” you asked, your voice quieter than before. “Is the company really that angry with me?”

Jun sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment before meeting your eyes.

“Yes,” he admitted. “But more than that… they’re angry that JYP wants to throw you under the bus while keeping Jeongin completely out of it.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

Of course. Of course JYP wouldn’t want their idol wrapped up in a scandal.

You knew how these things worked.

A dating scandal was already risky enough. But a pregnancy? That could end careers.

And HYBE wasn’t exactly known for handling these situations with kindness, either.

Your hands curled into fists at your sides.

“So what?” Minsu cut in, her voice sharper than usual. “They want to act like Jeongin had nothing to do with this? Like she just what? Got pregnant on her own?”

Jun didn’t answer.

Because that was exactly what JYP was trying to do.

Erase Jeongin from the narrative. Make it seem like this was your burden alone. Let you take the backlash, while he walked away unscathed.

Jinae scoffed. “That’s bullshit.”

Jun let out another breath, his expression softening just slightly. “I agree,” he admitted. “Which is why I fought back on it.”

You blinked in surprise.

He continued, “I told them that if Jeongin is involved, then he is involved. If this goes public, we’re not going to pretend otherwise.”

Your chest tightened.

This was it.

The reality you had been dreading was now in motion.

It was out of your hands now.

You weren’t just scared anymore.

You were terrified.

The air in the room was thick with tension, the weight of Jun’s words settling heavily over everyone.

You felt frozen in place, your fingers clenched tightly into your hoodie sleeves as your mind tried to process everything at once.

It wasn’t Jeongin who had told. It was his management.

And now, JYP was working to wipe his name from the situation entirely.

Your company was angry, not just at you, but at them, for trying to shield Jeongin while leaving you and your group to take the fall.

This wasn’t just about you anymore. It was about Jinae. Minsu. Chae. It was about everything the four of you had built together, all the sacrifices you had made to get where you were now.

And the idea that it could all crumble around you because of this? Because of something you didn’t even do alone?

It made you feel sick.

Jinae, standing with her arms crossed tightly over her chest, was the first to speak up.

“What happens if this gets out?” she asked, her voice firm but controlled. “What if Jeongin’s name ends up in the articles anyway?”

Jun sighed, rubbing a hand over his face before answering. “JYP is serious about this. If his name is mentioned, they’re prepared to deny everything.”

The words hit you like a slap.

They would deny it.

Act like it wasn’t true.

Act like you were lying.

Your stomach twisted painfully, and your fingers curled into fists at your sides. You didn’t know why you felt surprised, this was the industry, after all. This was how things worked.

But still, after everything, after how Jeongin had promised to stand by you, after how he had told you over and over again that you weren’t alone..

The thought of him standing back while his company erased his involvement made your chest ache in a way you couldn’t explain.

Jun continued, his voice softer this time. “But I don’t want that to happen.” He looked at you then, his eyes steady. “Because like Minsu said, you didn’t make this baby on your own. It’s unfair for you to be the only one taking the fall while they get to walk away untouched.”

Jinae scoffed under her breath, shaking her head. “Unbelievable.”

Minsu, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke, her voice laced with frustration. “So what happens now? What are we supposed to do?”

Jun exhaled, his expression unreadable. “For now, we wait. HYBE is still discussing how to handle this. We don’t want this leaking before we can control the narrative.”

Control the narrative.

Of course.

This wasn’t just about you, it was about the company’s image. About how they could twist the situation to protect themselves.

Even if Jun had good intentions, even if he seemed to be fighting for you, you knew at the end of the day,

You were just another idol.

And idols were replaceable.

Your hands trembled at your sides, and you felt Chae gently brush against you, a small, silent reminder that you weren’t alone.

But it didn’t feel like enough.

Because even with all of them here, even with their support

You had never felt more alone in your life.

The weight of the conversation bore down on you like an avalanche, suffocating and inescapable. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, your thoughts spiraling as you struggled to grasp what this all meant for you, what it meant for your future, for your career, for everything you had worked so hard for.

Your voice felt small when you finally spoke. “What should I do?” you asked, eyes locked onto Jun, the only person in the room who could give you a clear answer. “What does the company want me to do?”

Jun sighed, his expression unreadable. “I know you’re not going to like this idea,” he said carefully, measuring his words. “But this is your best option.”

You held your breath.

“A long hiatus.”

The room felt impossibly still.

Jun continued, “You could take time to rest, have the baby, get through postpartum, and then come back completely recovered and fully rested.”

A long hiatus.

You felt the words settle into your bones, heavy and suffocating.

Your gaze flickered to the girls, searching their faces for any sort of reaction. Jinae looked torn, her brows furrowed in concern. Minsu shifted uneasily, arms crossed as if she was holding herself together. Chae’s lips were pressed into a thin line, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

They didn’t want you to go.

But they also knew it was your only choice.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, forcing yourself to nod. “I don’t want to ruin this for the group,” you said, your voice quiet but firm. “So I’ll go.”

You weren’t just doing this for yourself, you were doing it for them.

Because soon, you’d be showing.

Soon, no amount of oversized clothes or careful angles would be able to hide the truth.

And even if you could push through the exhaustion, the nausea, the constant changes happening in your body,

You couldn’t keep performing like you used to.

Dancing, training, long hours of travel, non-stop schedules, none of it was safe for you or the baby.

So this was your only option.

You tried to lighten the mood, offering a small, tired smile. “At least I’ll get to see my family after so long.”

Jinhee, who had been quietly observing, nodded in agreement. “Honestly, this is your best option. You’re lucky the company is being this understanding.”

You nodded again, but there was a part of you that knew

This wasn’t just understanding.

This was damage control.

This was them taking you out of the public eye before the situation could spiral out of their control.

Jun shifted, ready to leave now that the decision had been made.

But before he could take a step, you reached out, gripping his sleeve and pulling him aside, away from Jinhee, away from the girls.

His brow furrowed in slight confusion, but he stayed put, waiting for you to speak.

Your voice was barely above a whisper, raw and desperate.

“Please,” you begged. “Don’t let them drag Jeongin into this.”

Jun’s jaw tightened.

You knew he didn’t like hearing that.

You knew how unfair this was that Jeongin should be held accountable too.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to let that happen.

“I don’t want to ruin his career,” you continued, eyes pleading. “Please.”

Jun exhaled sharply, clearly irritated, but after a long moment, he gave you a brief nod.

Your shoulders sagged with relief, but deep down, you knew

This wasn’t over yet.

-

The days following that conversation were a blur of forced smiles, quiet panic, and the weight of uncertainty pressing down on you.

You continued attending schedules as if nothing had changed, knowing that soon, you’d have to step away from it all. The company hadn’t made an official statement yet, but the decision was final. You’d be going on hiatus. You just didn’t know when or how they would announce it.

Your members were glued to your side now more than ever. Jinae, Minsu, and Chae hardly let you out of their sight, as if they were afraid you’d disappear before they were ready. Jinae, in particular, was fuming about the way JYP had handled things, but you kept telling her to let it go.

What else could you do?

The hardest part, however, was Jeongin.

You had blocked his number that day, but that didn’t stop him from trying to reach you. Calls from unknown numbers. Messages from Chan. Even handwritten notes delivered through a mutual friend.

All of them said the same thing.

I’m sorry. Please, talk to me.

But you couldn’t.

Not yet.

Not when your entire world was already crashing down around you.

It wasn’t until a few nights later, when you were back at your dorm, that everything truly hit you. You had been holding it together all day, smiling through meetings, pushing through rehearsals, pretending that nothing was wrong, but the moment you were alone in your room, the weight of it all became unbearable.

You curled up on your bed, pressing your face into your pillow as silent tears streamed down your cheeks.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.

You had always known being an idol meant sacrificing a normal life. You had accepted that. But now, it felt like you were losing everything, your career, your relationship, your sense of security piece by piece.

A soft knock on your door startled you.

“Hey,” Jinae’s voice came through the door. “Can I come in?”

You wiped your face quickly, sitting up. “Yeah.”

She opened the door gently, stepping inside and closing it behind her. She didn’t say anything at first, just sat down beside you on the bed.

“You don’t have to keep it all in,” she said quietly.

The dam broke.

You turned to her, burying your face into her shoulder as you sobbed. She didn’t say anything, just wrapped her arms around you, holding you tightly as you cried.

When you finally calmed down, she pulled away slightly, brushing some hair out of your face.

“I know you don’t want to hear this,” she said, “but you need to talk to him.”

You tensed. “Jinae—”

“I’m not saying to forgive him,” she interrupted. “But you need answers.”

You swallowed hard. Deep down, you knew she was right.

You couldn’t avoid Jeongin forever.

And whether you liked it or not, you still loved him.

You just didn’t know if that was enough anymore.

Jinae didn’t say much after that. She just gave your hand a light squeeze and stood, telling you softly that she’d be right outside if you needed her. You nodded, still clutching your pillow, your chest aching in that specific way grief and betrayal seem to carve into your ribs.

Once the door clicked shut, the room felt too quiet. Too still. It was just you and your heartbeat pounding against the inside of your throat.

With a shaky breath, you reached for your phone. Your hand hovered over his name, still blocked.

You stared at it for a long time.

Then, with one swipe, you unblocked him. And before your brain could catch up to what your heart had already decided, you hit call.

He answered on the first ring.

“Y/N—” his voice was sharp, panicked, breathless. “Why did you block me? I’ve been trying to reach you for days, I’ve—”

But you didn’t let him finish.

“I need to ask you something first,” you said. Your voice was raw, still hoarse from earlier tears, but there was a steel edge to it now. “Why did your team tell my company?”

Silence. Just the faintest sound of him exhaling on the other end.

You knew that silence. It was guilt.

“Jeongin,” you said again, quieter. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you come to me first?”

He finally answered. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like that,” he said, voice low, frustrated but more at himself than at you. “Chan—he freaked out when I told him. He’s been so stressed, and when I told him I was trying to keep it between us until we figured it out, he said I was being selfish. That I was risking everything.”

“So you told them,” you said, bitterness curling at the edges of your tone.

“I didn’t want to,” he said, quickly. “I had to. He made me tell management. I— I should’ve told you. I know. That’s why I lashed out on you the other night. I was already a mess, I didn’t know what to do and I took it out on you, and that was wrong.”

“You think?” you snapped, your voice cracking with the emotion you’d been holding back. “You called me annoying, Jeongin. After everything, I was scared, I was alone, and you made me feel like I was a burden.”

He went quiet again. You could hear his breath catching like he was pacing or shaking his head, angry at himself.

“I’m sorry,” he said, barely above a whisper. “I swear to you, I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean any of that. I was just scared. I still am.”

You wiped a tear before it could fall, swallowing the ache in your throat. “They’re putting me on hiatus,” you told him, voice hollow. “Starting soon. Over a year.”

The silence on his end cracked like thunder.

“What?” he whispered. “Already?”

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see it. “I didn’t really have a choice. They’re angry. But… they’re trying to protect me. Us.”

He didn’t speak for a long moment. You imagined him sitting down, running his hand through his hair the way he always did when he felt helpless.

“I don’t want you to go through this alone,” he finally said. “You and the baby… I should’ve been better. I should’ve fought harder for you, not against you.”

You sighed, pressing the back of your hand to your mouth as the tears fell again. “I don’t know if I can trust you right now.”

“I know,” he said. “But I’m going to fix that. I promise.”

You didn’t reply. You couldn’t. Because you wanted to believe him.

But part of you was still shattered.

So you stayed quiet as he whispered “I love you. And I love our baby. Please… just let me prove it.”

The silence that followed his words felt heavy, and you hated that it still stirred something soft in your chest, the way he said “I love you” like it wasn’t a question, like it was something that remained, no matter how messy things had gotten between you.

But you had to be honest.

“I hated that you shut me out,” you said, voice trembling but steady. “The second things got hard… you shut me out like I didn’t matter. Like we didn’t matter.”

There was a pause. You could hear a soft exhale from his side of the call, almost like he was bracing himself.

“I know,” Jeongin said quietly. “And you’re right. I did. I just… I didn’t know how to handle it. Everything happened so fast, Chan got scared, I panicked, I felt like I was being pulled in ten different directions. But that’s not an excuse. I should’ve come to you. I should’ve trusted you. I should’ve trusted us.”

You didn’t answer right away, your fingers gripping your phone tighter as his voice cracked just slightly on the last word.

“I’m sorry,” he added, and this time it sounded so sincere, so raw, you had to close your eyes. “Just… let me make it right. Let me prove to you that I can be better. That I want to be better. For you, and for the baby.”

A long breath escaped you, your shoulders sagging under the emotional weight you’d been carrying for days. “Okay,” you whispered. “Okay, Jeongin.”

You could hear the shift in him, like his body physically relaxed through the call. A little smile laced his voice when he said, “Thank you… really. Thank you. You have no idea how scared I’ve been. I missed you so much. How’s the baby?”

That question, gentle, hopeful, real made something stir inside you again. A different kind of ache. One that reminded you that this wasn’t just about pain and betrayal. There was still something beautiful in the center of all this chaos. A little life. A little piece of both of you.

“They’re okay,” you murmured, brushing your fingers lightly over your still-flat stomach. “I haven’t had a check-up since last week, but everything looked good. I’ve been eating more, resting when I can. The girls are spoiling me.”

He chuckled quietly, the sound familiar and warm. “Good. You deserve to be spoiled. Both of you.”

There was a small pause.

Then, you said it softly, hesitantly, unsure how it would land. “When the hiatus gets announced… I might be going home for a bit.”

The smile you heard in his voice faded almost instantly. “Home?” he repeated, and you could already hear the resistance in his tone. “Like, back to your parents’?”

“Yeah,” you admitted. “The company thinks it’s better if I’m away for a while. And honestly… I miss it. I need some space. Somewhere quiet. Familiar.”

“I get it,” he said slowly, but you could tell he didn’t like it. “But… that means I won’t see you. At all.”

You sighed. “That’s kind of the point, Jeongin. I need time. I need to think. And I need to be somewhere that doesn’t feel like it’s falling apart.”

He was quiet, clearly trying to figure out how to respond without pushing too hard. “I want to be there for you,” he finally said, and there was a quiet desperation behind the words. “I know I messed up. But I want to be part of this, even if I have to earn back your trust. Even if I only get scraps of you for a while.”

“I’m not doing this to punish you,” you told him softly. “I just… I need to feel safe again. And right now, that means going home.”

He didn’t fight it. Not really. He just let out a small, broken sigh. “Okay,” he said. “I’ll wait. Just… keep texting me, okay? Updates about you. About them. Even if I can’t be there. Just let me know you’re okay.”

“I will,” you promised, and your heart ached again at the quiet hope in his voice.

The call ended gently this time. No harsh words. No slamming silence.

Just two people, scared and trying.

Trying to figure out how to stay whole while everything around them changed.

-

The past few days had felt like a blur. Everything was moving too fast, yet at the same time, it felt like you were wading through thick, heavy air, each step forward feeling heavier than the last. You knew this day was coming, but knowing didn’t make it easier.

Today, your company would announce your hiatus.

Even though you had agreed to it, even though you had accepted it as your best option, the reality of it hit differently now that it was here. Your group had worked so hard to get to where you were. You had dreamed of this for years, sacrificed so much, given every piece of yourself to this life. And now… you were stepping back.

It terrified you.

What if things changed while you were gone? What if the group went on without you and you came back only to feel like an outsider? What if the fans turned their backs on you? And worse, what if they never took you back?

The girls had been with you all morning, refusing to leave you alone as you refreshed your phone, waiting for the official statement to drop. Minsu had even stolen your phone at one point, forcing you to sit down and eat something while they all kept an eye on the internet for you. You appreciated them more than you could put into words. They had been your rock through this, never once making you feel like a burden, never once making you feel like you were going through this alone.

When the statement finally did go up, your heart practically stopped.

Your company had kept the announcement simple.

"Due to health-related concerns, Y/N will be taking an extended hiatus from all group activities. We deeply apologize to fans for the sudden news and ask for your understanding as she prioritizes her health and recovery. Thank you for your continued support."

That was it. No further details, no hints at the real reason, just a vague explanation that left everything open to speculation. Within minutes, the internet was ablaze with reactions. Fans were confused, some were worried, some were already coming up with wild theories. It was exactly what you had been dreading.

And then there was your statement, an apology letter written by you, reviewed by the company, and now posted for the world to see. You had rewritten it a dozen times before finally settling on something that felt like you. It wasn’t much, just a brief message apologizing to the fans, thanking them for their love and support, and asking them to wait for you.

You didn’t dare check the comments.

Instead, you sat there, your hands shaking, your breath uneven.

Minsu immediately reached for you, pulling you into a hug. “Hey, it’s okay,” she murmured. “We’re right here. We’re not going anywhere.”

Jinae sat down beside you, rubbing your back. “They’ll understand. And the ones who don’t? They were never really here for you in the first place.”

Chae nodded. “And besides, this isn’t forever. You will come back. And when you do, we’ll be right here waiting.”

You bit your lip, nodding as you blinked back tears. “I just… I hate leaving like this. I hate lying to them.”

Jinae squeezed your shoulder. “I know. But you’re not lying, okay? You do need this break. You do need to take care of yourself. And when you’re ready, you will tell your story. On your own terms.”

You exhaled shakily, nodding again. “Thank you,” you whispered.

The moment was interrupted by the buzz of your phone on the table. Minsu handed it back to you, and your heart skipped when you saw Jeongin’s name.

Jeongin: I just saw the announcement. Are you okay?

Jeongin: Call me if you need anything, okay?

You stared at the messages for a moment before typing back a quick, I’m okay. Just overwhelmed.

Almost instantly, the typing bubbles appeared.

Jeongin: I know. I wish I could be there with you.

Jeongin: Just say the word, and I’ll come.

You swallowed hard, fingers hesitating over your screen. You wanted to see him. You missed him. But you weren’t sure if you were ready for that yet.

Instead, you just typed, Not yet. But soon.

His response came immediately.

Jeongin: I’ll be waiting.

The first few weeks of your hiatus were strange. For years, your life had been nothing but rehearsals, performances, interviews, and constant movement. Every single day had been filled with something, training, traveling, promoting. You had barely had time to breathe, let alone do nothing.

But now, your days felt… empty.

The girls would wake up early and rush off to schedules, photoshoots, meetings while you stayed behind. At first, it felt like a much-needed break. You could sleep in, take long showers, eat at a normal pace instead of scarfing down meals between rehearsals. You caught up on dramas you had missed, scrolled through social media, and actually had time to sit and just exist.

But then, the boredom hit.

At first, you tried to keep yourself occupied reading, sketching, even attempting to write lyrics for fun. But there was only so much you could do when you were practically trapped inside. The company had strongly advised against going out too much. They didn’t want any risk of you being spotted, and more than that, they wanted to avoid any unnecessary speculation. That meant no public outings unless absolutely necessary, no random shopping trips, not even visiting family.

You understood why, but it was suffocating.

Most days, you were alone in the dorm. The silence was deafening.

The only thing keeping you sane were the calls.

Jeongin called you every night without fail. Sometimes he’d call during the day too, quick check-ins between his own schedules. He always asked how you were feeling, if you were eating well, if you needed anything. Some nights, he’d talk until you fell asleep, his voice the only comfort you had in the quiet.

“You must be so bored,” he said one night, chuckling softly over the phone.

“You have no idea,” you sighed. “I’ve been staring at the ceiling for an hour.”

Jeongin laughed. “I wish I could come over.”

“Me too,” you admitted.

There was a pause before he spoke again, softer this time. “Are you still feeling okay? Any nausea?”

“A little, but it’s manageable.”

“Are you craving anything? I can send something over.”

You smiled. “You already send me too much.”

“I like spoiling you,” he said, a little defensive. “Let me.”

You could practically hear the pout in his voice, and it made your heart ache. You missed him so much. The secrecy, the distance, it was starting to weigh on you.

The girls checked on you constantly too, sending messages throughout the day. If they had free time between schedules, they’d FaceTime you, making sure you weren’t completely losing your mind.

Minsu: What are you doing?

You: Laying down.

Minsu: AGAIN?!

You: What else am I supposed to do??

Minsu: Okay, new plan. I’m buying you puzzles or something. You need enrichment.

Jinae would bring back snacks for you after schedules, sometimes forcing you to sit with them while they ate so you wouldn’t be alone.

Chae started watching the same drama as you just so you’d have something to talk about.

They did everything they could to make you feel included, even when you weren’t physically there.

But still… it was hard.

Hard not to feel isolated. Hard not to feel like the world was moving on without you. Hard not to worry about the future.

How long would you be able to hide this? What would happen when the truth did come out?

And the biggest fear of all, would things ever really go back to normal?

-

Days turned into weeks, and soon, you found yourself slipping into a routine. Wake up, eat breakfast alone, scroll through your phone, maybe watch a drama or read something, take a nap, wait for the girls to return, talk to Jeongin at night, and then repeat.

It was monotonous, isolating, but at least predictable.

However, your body was changing.

At first, it wasn’t noticeable, just small things. You felt more exhausted, even though you weren’t doing anything strenuous. Some days, you’d wake up starving, and other days, the mere thought of food made your stomach churn. You caught yourself resting a hand on your belly absentmindedly, still struggling to grasp the reality that you were really pregnant.

But then, the real changes started.

Your clothes didn’t fit quite the same. Your favorite pair of jeans felt too tight, your stage outfits (that you still tried on for fun) didn’t zip up as easily. Even the girls noticed.

“You’re starting to show,” Chae said one evening as you stood in front of the mirror, tugging at the hem of your hoodie.

You sighed. “I know.”

Jinae walked up behind you, resting her chin on your shoulder. “You’re okay with that, right?”

You hesitated. “I don’t know…”

You knew the inevitable was coming. You couldn’t hide this forever. Your hiatus could only serve as a cover-up for so long before questions started piling up.

And then, of course, there was him.

Jeongin.

He had been great, supportive, reassuring, always checking in. But he was still an idol. He was still promoting, still going on schedules, still in the public eye. He could pretend like none of this affected him, but you knew it did.

And your worst fear? That, despite all his promises, he’d start to resent you for it.

One night, when the girls were still out at a schedule, Jeongin called you unexpectedly.

“Hey,” you answered softly.

“You sound tired,” he said. “You okay?”

You let out a small laugh. “I think I’m always tired now.”

He chuckled. “That’s normal, right?”

“That’s what they say.”

There was a beat of silence before he spoke again, this time quieter.

“I want to see you.”

Your heart clenched. “Jeongin, you know that’s risky.”

“I don’t care.”

You sighed. “I care.”

He groaned. “I just, being away from you this much is killing me. I don’t know how much longer I can take it.”

Your fingers tightened around the phone. You missed him too. So much. But what could you do? It wasn’t just about you two anymore.

“Just a little longer,” you whispered.

Jeongin didn’t respond right away. When he finally spoke again, his voice was softer, sadder.

“I don’t want to miss this,” he admitted. “Any of it. I want to be there.”

You felt tears prick your eyes. You knew he meant it. But you also knew that wanting something and being able to do something were two different things.

“Soon,” you whispered, more to yourself than him. “Soon.”

You weren’t sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

-

The night had started off quietly.

You and Chae were curled up on the couch, a fluffy blanket draped over both of you as you watched a movie. It was one you had already seen before, but neither of you really cared, it was just something to fill the silence, something comforting. Chae had been extra clingy with you lately, almost as if she could sense that you needed it. She would randomly hold your hand, rest her head on your shoulder, or link arms with you when you walked around the dorm.

Tonight was no different. She was snuggled up against your side, her head resting on your shoulder while you absentmindedly rubbed circles on the back of her hand. The warmth, the weight of her against you, it was nice. It made you feel less alone

You had barely thought about your phone call with Jeongin earlier. You had buried it deep in your mind, knowing that thinking about it too much would only make you feel worse. But then..

A knock at the door.

Chae lifted her head slightly. “That might be Jinhee. She said she’d stop by to drop off something the company got you.”

You hummed in response, standing up and stretching before making your way to the door. You didn’t even hesitate before unlocking it and pulling it open.

And that’s when you saw him.

A man in all black, hood pulled up, mask covering his face, hands reaching out..

You screamed.

Chae shot up from the couch, panic flashing across her face as she rushed toward you. But then

“It’s me!”

You froze.

That voice, deep, familiar, warm.

Jeongin.

Before you could even fully process what was happening, he pushed himself inside, shutting the door quickly behind him and pulling down his mask and hat.

You smacked his chest hard.

“What the hellare you doing?!” you hissed. “You scared me half to death!”

Jeongin winced, rubbing the spot where you hit him. “Okay, ow—first of all, I did try to warn you, but you screamed too fast.”

Chae, who had been standing frozen in shock, finally snapped out of it. “Jeongin?! Are you insane?!”

He gave her an apologetic look before turning his attention back to you.

You were still fuming. “You cannot just show up like this! Do you know how risky this is?! What if someone saw you?!”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I was careful. No one saw me.”

“That’s not the point!”

“I had to see you,” he said, eyes searching yours. “I couldn’t just sit around anymore.”

Your breath hitched. The raw emotion in his voice, the desperation, it made your heart ache.

Chae, sensing the tension, cleared her throat. “I… should probably go to my room.”

You turned to her, still flustered. “Chae, you don’t have to—”

“I should,” she said, giving you a knowing look before walking past you. But as she did, she whispered, “Just don’t be too loud, okay?”

Your jaw dropped. “Chae!”

Jeongin chuckled under his breath as Chae disappeared into her room, leaving the two of you alone.

You sighed, rubbing your temples before looking back at him. “You are so reckless.”

His expression softened. “I know.”

Silence settled between you. Now that the initial panic had worn off, all that was left was the overwhelming need to be near him. To touch him, hold him, feel him after weeks of nothing but phone calls and longing.

Jeongin must have felt it too because, in the next second, he was stepping closer, arms wrapping around you tightly, pulling you into his chest.

And just like that, you melted.

You buried your face into his hoodie, inhaling the familiar scent of him warm, fresh, safe. His hands ran soothingly up and down your back, holding you like he was afraid you’d slip away if he let go.

“I missed you,” he murmured into your hair.

Your fingers gripped his hoodie tighter. “I missed you too.”

More than you could even put into words.

The warmth of Jeongin's hand on your belly startled you for a moment, but it was a comforting surprise. His fingers brushed gently over the curve that was just beginning to show, the faintest outline of a baby bump that was slowly becoming impossible to hide. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering a moment longer as if he never wanted to pull away.

“I know this is scary,” you trailed off, not sure how to express everything running through your mind.

Jeongin laughed softly, the sound lifting some of the heaviness from the room. “We’ll get through it. Together.” He pulled you in again, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. You melted into him, letting yourself feel safe, even if just for a moment.

You leaned against him, both of you sinking back into the couch together. His arms enveloped you like a shield from everything you were worried about the company, the fans, the possible backlash. For now, in his arms, you were allowed to forget about it all, just focusing on the warmth between you.

“What have you been doing all day?” he asked, his voice soft but full of concern.

“Honestly? Just… being bored,” you admitted, resting your head on his shoulder. “I don’t have anything to do anymore. No schedules, no rehearsals… Just sitting here, waiting for time to pass.”

He chuckled. “Sounds like torture.”

You nodded, feeling a little sad. The reality of the hiatus was starting to sink in, and the boredom that followed was nothing like you’d expected. It wasn’t peaceful, it was suffocating.

The two of you stayed like that, just cuddling, letting the quiet of the moment settle around you. You didn’t speak much; it wasn’t necessary. The simple act of being close to him, feeling his presence, was more than enough.

But then, you heard the sound of a key turning in the lock. You didn’t think much of it at first, probably Jinae coming back from the studio a little later than usual. However, when the door swung open and the soft click of heels followed, you immediately knew it wasn’t just her.

Jinae entered first, Jinhee followed closely behind her, her expression unreadable but not necessarily friendly.

The moment you saw her, you immediately jumped to your feet, pushing Jeongin away from you in panic. He stood up quickly as well, his eyes flicking to yours, a mixture of confusion and concern on his face.

Jinhee wasted no time. “What is this?” she asked, voice sharp. “Jeongin, you shouldn’t be here at all.”

Jeongin opened his mouth to speak, but Jinhee cut him off immediately. “No.” She shook her head, her gaze hardening. “You need to go. Now.”

Jeongin hesitated, looking at you as if searching for your permission. You bit your lip, not wanting to make it harder for him but knowing you didn’t have a choice. He had to leave. You nodded, your throat tightening, and though he didn’t want to, he respected your silent decision.

“Alright,” Jeongin muttered quietly, his voice thick with disappointment. He walked towards the door, but before leaving, he paused and glanced back at you. “I’ll… call you later, okay?”

You didn’t trust yourself to say anything, so you simply nodded, giving him a small, forced smile. Your chest felt heavy as you watched him leave, the door clicking shut behind him.

Jinhee turned to you, a disappointed look on her face. “You knew better than this. I don’t care if you’re lonely or if he’s the only one who makes you feel better. You have to think about the bigger picture.”

You couldn’t argue with her, but it stung more than you expected. You were trying to keep everything together, trying to follow the rules, but it was harder than anyone understood. You nodded apologetically, the weight of the situation pressing down on you.

Jinhee didn’t seem to want to lecture you more. She handed you a small, neatly wrapped package. “This is from the company. For you and the baby.” Her tone softened just slightly as she added, “You’ll get through this. Just… take care of yourself.”

You took the gift from her, your fingers trembling slightly. “Thank you,” you said, your voice barely a whisper. She gave you a curt nod before turning to leave, the door closing quietly behind her.

You stood in the middle of the room for a long moment, staring at the gift in your hands but not really seeing it. Your mind was on Jeongin. On the way he looked when he left. You hated that you had to let him go like that, even though you knew it was necessary. You had to be smart. You couldn’t risk anything right now.

You excused yourself early that evening, retreating to your room under the pretense of needing rest. But, in truth, you just wanted to be alone. You didn’t want to talk to anyone.

Soon, your phone buzzed.

It was Jeongin.

You picked it up immediately, despite the heaviness in your chest.

“Hey,” his voice came through, soft but filled with concern. “I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to make things harder for you.”

You sniffled, sitting on your bed as you responded, “It’s not your fault. I just… I don’t know what to do anymore. Everything is just…”

“Stressful?” he finished for you.

You nodded, though he couldn’t see it. “Yeah. It’s just been so much, and I’m not sure I’m handling it very well.”

“I hate seeing you suffer like this,” he said, his voice full of empathy. “I can’t stand it. You don’t deserve any of this.”

“I don’t know what I deserve anymore,” you replied softly, the tears starting to sting your eyes again.

“Hey,” he said firmly, “you deserve so much. You deserve to be happy. And I promise, we’ll figure this out. You and me, together. Just like we always have.”

You swallowed hard, the tightness in your throat almost too much to bear. “I hope so.”

“I’ll make sure you’re okay,” he assured you. “You’re not alone in this.”

“I know. I just need you to be patient with me. I’ll figure it out, but… it’s going to take some time.”

“I’ll wait. For as long as it takes.”

You closed your eyes at his words, feeling a bittersweet warmth settle in your chest. You didn’t have all the answers, and the path ahead was far from clear. But with Jeongin by your side, you were starting to believe that, maybe, just maybe, things would be okay.

For now, that was enough.

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[soobnny]

dating him | yang jeongin

❝ why’d you come into my life so late? ❞

chan | lee know | changbin | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | JEONGIN

guys this one’s a secret romantic

even the boys are shocked when he tells them he has a gf now so casually

like WDYM ?!!??

anon said this but picture the boys eating at a restaurant

and the boys r like the food here is crazy good like how’d u find this place

and he goes idk my gf recommended it

and then there’s silence

before all hell breaks loose

bc wdym … wdym u have a gf and u didn’t tell us ????????????

dramatic faces of betrayal from hyunjin and han i can imagine bc their baby didn’t tell him

i think seungmin would know just bc they’re dorm mates and i think jeongin trusts to ask him advice without BOOKING him to the boys

he seems nonchalant on the outside, just a silly boy

but he’s the sweetest

i think he’d treat love so gently ☹️☹️

he’s always wanted to explore romance, always wanted to find it

he couldn’t ever admit it out loud bc he knows he’d get teased

he was the boys’ baby after all

and since he was the boys’ baby, by association, you were now their baby too

u two are the couple they adore

they act like they’re ur parents

chan dad mode activated

anyways he’s kind of emotional and sensitive

so i think the both of u navigate through love for the first time together

it’s a lot of ups and downs

BUT …. it’s led to him realizing just how much he loves you

i totally believe you’d go on either the most goofy dates or very expensive dates

no in between

he’d be the type to treat you and have staycations at 5-star hotels

you’d just cuddle and watch movies and eat room service

YES I SAID CUDDLE

even the boys were shocked when they saw it for the first time

bc ?!!!???? their baby ?!!!?? physical touch ?!!?

jeongin never minds when it’s with u

but it’s also something he’s had to learn

he’s very appreciative of ur patience

anyways back to ur dates

i can imagine u guys just buying a bunch of strawberry cakes and doing a taste testing

like u’d record it and everything

u can’t post it bc he kisses u like 928373 times in that video

there’s a makeout session like once

oh, and dinner dates

and very competitive rock paper and scissors over who pays for the food

except when he loses, he’d cheat and say he’d go to the bathroom but he’s actually paying for it

so keep ur eyes on that boy

i think he’d also be the type to really enjoy clothes shopping with you

you’d just put on a fashion show for each other

he’d end up buying a few things he rly liked on you

he’s got good fashion sense

might sneak in a matching item or two

maybe some shoes so it’s more subtle

jeongin also loves playing tourist in ur own city

the two of u would just walk around

visit some tourist spots

take pictures even

it’s just rly funny and rly cute

it feels a lot like being a kid again with him

u guys even buy useless toys for kids and bring them back to the dorm

😭😭😭😭

this includes like those little charms for kids

u two end up making craft bracelets and necklaces

and even tho they look ridiculous, u wear them in public

this is ur own version of promise rings

anywahs minho ends up taking some of the toys u’d bought for his cats

when the boys come home, u two are usually just cooped up in jeongin’s room

bc he wants his privacy!!!!!!!!

but when he lets it slip, and u two fall asleep on the couch, expect lots of pictures taken

i’m sorry

the boys are also emotional

they’d wake u up so u guys can have dinner together

he’d get so blushy and embarrassed and threaten his hyungs ofc

han jisung: when will it be my turn ???

they just want love from innie too

UGHHGHG kicking each other’s foot under the table while eating

he loves annoying u

but u love annoying him equally

when u aren’t over at the dorms

he’d be the type to text you random links on youtube at 3am

those charlie bit my finger type beat

gorilla destroys crocodile epic video

jeongin also gives me the “sends u things” vibe

u’d suddenly receive flowers without warning

or get those “did you eat?” texts and if u say no, yeah, best believe he’s already delivering food to u

hmmmmm u’d probably be his plus one in fancy events

but u guys end up ditching those to eat at fast food chains

yes … in ur very fancy dress and his rly sexy suit …. out in a fast food restaurant

u guys get weird looks but

jeongin doesn’t mind 🙁

as long as he’s happy with u

AWWWWWWWW

u guys also attend or volunteer for charity events together

i think he’s rly found his match

treat each other well !!!!!

congrats on finding love

note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! let me know what you think! please discuss these with me i’m crazy

[peachiejeongin]

Hello!

I have another request for I.N x fem reader!!

Just HEAR ME OUT!!! This is a Good IDEA!!!!

I was wondering if you can write a fic about I.N x fem reader? Let’s say reader is in college (yes she is 18+) she has a college exam about the male anatomy (like male reproductive system), reader has to study and all BUT… she has ZERO experience about how it works? Y’know 😏🤭 reader is very naive, has no EXPERIENCE with how seggs/ the THING😏 works etc, but her boyfriend jeongin comes in to help her by showing her how it works etc. let’s just say things gets really SPICY/STEAMY??!?!?!

But the best part is reader has fallen asleep during studying which means all of her notes,textbooks and laptop are in the open all over her desk. But jeongin who is the sweetest boyfriend comes to check on reader making sure she’s fine and all. But he accidentally looks at her notes and gets an idea of how to help reader learn quick but also an excuse to Y’know 😏🤭.

It’s pure filth that’s all I’m saying 😂. Please add your ideas/thoughts make it out of this WORLD like make it JUICY!!!!

Okay that’s enough of my rambling 😂

Thanks so much!!!! 💋🩷😊✨🫶🏽🥹

There’s absolutely NO pressure if you decide not to write this. It’s okay, I 100% respect your boundaries and guidelines!!!!

anatomy lesson | jeongin

synopsis: you are stumped, absolutely taken aback by the male anatomy unit of your human biology class. yet, your ever-loving boyfriend is willing to teach you everything you need to know. pairing: jeongin x fem!reader genre: smut warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ recommended), innocent!reader, soft-dom!jeongin, oral (m!receiving), light overstimulation, teacher-student dynamic (not the actual pairing), unprotected sex (please do not), praise, pet names (good girl, baby, etc.), teasing, jeongin is low-key a little shit. notice: i would like to formally thank this darling for being the primary reason as to why i have jeongin content on my page! without further ado, enjoy the fiction!

word count: 3.1K

smut under the cut!

your dorm room was a disaster.

never did you think signing up to take human biology—although each of your upperclassmen friends warned you not to—would come back to bite you in the ass. yet here you were, absolutely lost on the current unit you were currently reviewing in class: male anatomy.

thus, numerous biology textbooks were spread out, wide open on your desk, all flipped to differing diagrams of male reproductive anatomy. pieces of paper were practically everywhere, highlighted to oblivion with vocabulary terms, anatomical placement, and any other information you needed to know for your upcoming exam. flashcards were stacked numerous feet high—seminal vesicles, corpus cavernosum, etc.—the words danced in your head like a cursed mantra.

you truly were trying to understand the concept, but for some reason, the information could not stick.

you had chalked it up to your lack of experience; in fact, your professor had even made a joke stating how your class was, "college kids; you'll get the concept in no time!" the poor instructor had not considered the fact that not everyone in the class was a sex addict.

you certainly were not, hence your struggle to take in the knowledge.

you did not get it, not in the way your professor had expected to. you had spent hours at this point reviewing the technical terms, biological functions, blood flow, phases—you even had a few highly questionable tabs pulled up on your laptop in attempts to understand; however, they just made you blush and slam your laptop closed.

your brain was tired, completely burnt out from studying. it did not take long before you found yourself knocked out cold, your head laying atop your arms and your legs curled up under your oversized hoodie as your eyes shut.

you had only been asleep for around thirty minutes when your door clicked open; however, you were so out cold, you did not hear it.

"baby?" jeongin's soft voice called out warmly, laced with a little concern. he stepped into your dorm room, carefully setting down the snacks he had brought along with him on your bedside table. he smiled softly when he noticed you sleeping soundly on top of your desk, stepping closer to you and rubbing your back gently.

his attention then diverted to the plethora of study materials surrounding you. he picked up one of your scattered notebooks, quirking an eyebrow as he read over your scribbled biology notes. he then noticed the multiple textbooks displaying diagrams, and he released a mischievous chuckle.

"y/n, wake up," jeongin said as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. you stirred lightly, slowly sitting up and rubbing your eyes harshly before peering them open slightly. when you saw jeongin in front of you, a cheeky smirk plastered upon his face, your eyes widened, flustered at the mess that was your room.

"innie? oh my gosh, i am so sorry! i fell asleep, and i completely forgot you were coming over, and-"

"hey, hey, relax, baby!" jeongin lightly grasped your shoulders, giggling lightly at your anxious state. "i noticed you were studying. speaking of which..." jeongin picked up one of your textbooks, pretending to skim over the page as if he had not done so already. "what an interesting topic you're going over."

your face burned red.

"i, um," you stumbled, trying to find the right words to explain your curious actions. "it's for my e-exam tomorrow. we're going over male anatomy, and i can't understand anything." jeongin's gaze softened; however, there was no denying the sneaky glint hidden behind his sympathy.

"oh, poor baby," he cooed. "why didn't you just ask me to help you?"

"you?" you asked puzzledly. "you aren't in human bio."

"no, but in case you couldn't tell," jeongin cheekily glanced down at himself, "i am a male."

"what, you want me to dissect you?" you sarcastically asked, chuckling at his shocked expression.

"absolutely not," he responded, laughing. "however, i do a way of helping you...study."

before you could ask him to clarify, jeongin's lips were on yours, encapsulating you in a kiss—soft, slow, and patient, yet full of passion. you kissed back gently but with as much light fervor. jeongin coaxed you against him, cupping your waist as he lifted you out of the desk chair and sat on the edge of your bed, positioning you to where you were straddling him.

"let me teach you," jeongin mumbled sensually against your lips. "i'll show you everything you need to know. you want that, baby?"

you felt your heart pounding against your chest.

"jeongin, wait." you placed your hands against his chest, and jeongin looked at you with glazed, doe brown eyes. "i've never...you know..." at your confession, jeongin chuckled knowingly.

"why do you think i'm teaching you, y/n?" jeongin asked innocently. "if you don't want to, we won't, and i'll actually help you study. but if you ask me, i think some...hands on experience will do you some good, yeah?"

you nodded, a newfound excitement coursing through your veins.

"then let's get started, shall we?"

your lesson started soft.

jeongin brought your attention back to him, trapping you in a kiss that, this time, felt more intoxicating than sweet. he slipped his warm, large hands underneath your hoodie, sliding them up and down your sides until he found perch on your hips.

his lips diverted from yours to make their way to your jawline and neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses down to your collarbones. he moved one hand from your hips to one of your own, which was laying softly on his shoulders.

he guided your hand down his chest and down his stomach.

"this is where it all starts, baby," jeongin whispered into your ear as he directed your movements. "stimulation leads to blood flow, blood flow leads to..." he lightly dragged your hand down, your breath hitching as he placed it over the growing hardness in his sweatpants. "...arousal. you can feel that, can't you?"

you nodded slowly; your cheeks flushed a dark pink. jeongin chuckled at your flustered state. nevertheless, he kept going, pressing your hand just enough against him to stimulate him further and earn a generous yet quiet groan. he let go of your hand, watching your grasp intently as you subconsciously rubbed him through his pants—slow, gentle, and entirely arousing.

"there you go," jeongin moaned out. "such a good student, learning so quickly for me."

jeongin's hands then latched onto the hem of your hoodie, tugging it upwards until he had discarded it from your body. his hands wasted no time in moving to your breasts, massaging them lightly and eliciting soft, breathy moans from your end.

"you're so eager, baby," jeongin chuckled out. "excited to learn, are you?" you responded with another quick nod before jeongin removed his hands from your chest, opting instead to lift them above his head.

"take my shirt off, darling," he commanded you, and you followed suit, discarding the piece of clothing somewhere on your dorm room floor. "good job, sweet girl. now," jeongin moved slightly, just enough to where you were both standing up. "kneel down for me."

you did as you were told, getting on your knees as jeongin took a seat back on the edge of your bed. his fingers hooked around the waistband of his sweatpants as you watched with intent, eager to see what your boyfriend kept hidden under the baggy clothing he frequently wore. he managed to pull his sweatpants and underwear down in one swift, antagonizing motion.

the sight before you was truly unbelievable.

jeongin was the perfect length—not too long, yet not too short. he had just the right amount of girth, and most prominent of all, his tip was already glistening with a few small beads of pre-cum. you absent-mindedly licked your lips, only brought back to reality by jeongin threading a hand through your hair.

"studying the material, baby?" he asked cheekily.

"maybe," you responded breathless. "i think i need some practice with it, though." jeongin quirked an eyebrow, looking down at you with a gentle hunger present in his eyes.

"go ahead, darling," he permitted. "study as much as you need to."

upon his permission, you slowly took hold of jeongin's length, stroking it up and down lightly. jeongin hissed at the contact, watching your every move with lust.

"you-you sure know how to-to get my blood flowing," jeongin chuckled, still attempting to keep his study metaphors going. his words encouraged you to go farther; after all, you wanted to be a good student, right?

you dipped down, lightly sticking out your tongue to kitten-lick his tip. jeongin let out a soft gasp.

"yes, yes, baby," he whined. "use that pretty mouth on me."

who are you to not do as your instructor commands?

you took jeongin in your mouth, sucking his cock gently and watching his reactions above you, your tongue trailed around every vein and inch of his length, committing the feeling to memory; it may come in handy tomorrow.

"so warm," jeongin groaned out. "your mouth is so warm, baby, fuck. keep going, just like that."

jeongin's praise fueled your actions, leading you to take him in further, bobbing your head up and down and taking him as deep as you could. you could tell jeongin was on the brink of his high, as his moans became more frequent and high-pitched, and his thighs trembled slightly. you were determined to tip him over the edge; however, before you could, jeongin pulled you off of him, standing you up and repositioning you into your prior straddle.

"why'd you stop me?" you questioned, cupping jeongin's face.

"'cuz, baby, there's still one more thing i need to teach you," jeongin explained, albeit a bit disheveled. your actions had pretty much already ruined his self-control, and his appearance mirrored this from his messy hair sticking to his forehead to his glossy eyes roaming over every inch of your body.

to begin the final leg of the lesson, jeongin found the waistband of your pajama pants, pulling them down before doing the same to your underwear. you squeezed your thighs together instinctively, shy at being so exposed as such.

"darling," jeongin cooed, gently pressing them back apart. "don't hide from me. you're so beautiful." he sneakily moved a finger down to your entrance, running it through your slick and earning a hearty whimper. "and so wet. fuck baby, all this for me?"

"mhm," you whined. "need you, please."

"yeah? well, who am i to deny such a good, good, student?" jeongin repositioned you both, laying you back on the bed and hovering over you. he aligned his length with your entrance, looking at you for confirmation to take things further.

your eyes pleaded with his, desperate for any form of contact you could muster. jeongin noticed this, smiling before pushing himself into you.

inch by inch, he stretched you, filling you up with a painful pleasure that made you whine. jeongin's mouth gaped open, his eyes rolling back intensely.

"f-fuck, darling," he moaned. "you feel so fucking good, so fucking tight and wet for me." jeongin stilled for a few moments, allowing you to adjust to his size before you gave him the go ahead to move. once you told him to do so, he began to thrust in and out of you, slowly at first, before picking up a rhythm that hit every spot inside of you.

you whimpered lightly, clinging to jeongin as if he were a lifeline and syncing your hip movements with his. your nails dug into his back, making him hiss and unintentionally thrust into you harder. the room filled with breathless gasps, the soft slap of skin, and the whispers of jeongin's praises. you took note of every thrust, every feeling you could grab hold of, keeping it in the back of your head.

"i've got you baby," he groaned. "you're doing so well for me. fuck, i'm already so close." you felt yourself at your own high, a coil in your stomach tightening until you saw white.

with a couple of more thrusts, jeongin came undone with a low, "f-fuck, baby, i'm cumming," spilling himself inside of you. the warmth of his finish, and the mere action of it all, had you cumming around jeongin's cock as he rocked you both through your highs.

you buried your face in his neck, breathing heavily as you worked yourself through the actions of tonight. jeongin used his finger to tilt your chin up, smiling lazily at you.

"so," jeongin asked, out of breath. "do you feel more confident for your test tomorrow?" you laughed in response, placing your hands on his shoulders.

"yeah, yeah, i think i understand the material much more now."

jeongin snickered, cupping your cheek with his hand.

"maybe we should review tomorrow before the exam too...just to make sure."

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loving you, flaws and all (maknae line)

pairing- stray kids ot8 x reader summary- Your skin has never been perfect, and sometimes, the insecurities weigh you down. But each member of Stray Kids loves you in their own way, showing you that beauty isn’t just about clear skin—it’s about who you are. Through soft moments of reassurance, warmth, and genuine love, they remind you that your acne and scars don’t define you. genre- romance, slice of life, comfort, fluff word count- 1,7k (300-500 words each) warnings- mentions of acne, insecurities, self doubt, protective and affectionate stray kids members, pure wholesome content 🥰 a/n- i was feeling insecure today because of a little flare up so i wrote this. i hope it helps whoever it may need, too. remember, you are perfect no matter how much you brain tells you on insecure days that youre not. hyung line

jisung

You sighed, staring at your reflection in the mirror. The acne on your cheeks was particularly red today, standing out more than usual, and no amount of skincare seemed to be working. A frustrated groan left your lips as you dragged yourself over to your bed, flopping down face-first into your pillow.

From his spot beside you, Han barely stirred. He’d been lying there scrolling on his phone, but the moment he heard your dramatic sigh, he lowered it, peeking at you with sleepy curiosity.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he mumbled, reaching out to poke your side lazily. You groaned into your pillow before turning your head to look at him. “My skin is awful today.”

Han frowned, rolling over so that he was half on top of you, resting his chin on your stomach. “Says who?” “Says my mirror,” you muttered.

Han gasped, clutching his chest like you had just insulted him personally. “Your mirror is a liar.” You gave him a skeptical look. “Oh yeah? And what do you see?”

He propped himself up on his elbows, his face way too close for comfort. “I see my ridiculously pretty girlfriend who has the softest cheeks, the prettiest eyes, and the cutest little pout ever.”

You rolled your eyes. “Jisung—”

“Shh.” He booped your nose, his grin only widening. “I’m proving a point.”

Before you could react, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. Then your nose. Then your cheek.

“Jisung—”

“Nope, not done.” He kissed the other cheek, then your temple, before moving lower, peppering soft kisses along your jaw, trailing down to your chin. You squirmed beneath him, laughter bubbling up despite yourself. “You’re ridiculous,” you giggled.

Han pulled back just enough to grin down at you, eyes twinkling. You sighed, feigning exasperation, but the way your heart swelled at his words gave you away. “Unfortunately, I do love you.”

Han gasped dramatically again, rolling onto his back with a hand over his heart.

“Finally, you admit it. I, Han Jisung, am irresistible.” You snorted, reaching over to smack his arm lightly. “Okay, don’t push it.”

Han laughed, grabbing your hand before you could pull away and pressing one last kiss to your knuckles. His voice was softer when he spoke again. “For real, though… you’re beautiful, baby. Even on days you don’t feel like it.”

Your cheeks warmed—not from embarrassment, but from the overwhelming love you felt for the boy beside you.

Jisung grinned again. “And if you don’t believe me, I’ll just have to keep proving it.” You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t stop him.

felix

It was late at night, and the room was quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside. The fairy lights strung across the walls cast a warm glow, painting the space in shades of gold and amber. You lay in bed beside Felix, your back turned to him, staring at the shadows stretching across the ceiling.

Felix had been watching you for a while now, his fingers tracing slow, absentminded patterns along your arm. His touch was gentle, grounding. “You’re quiet,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep but still laced with concern.

You sighed. “Just thinking.”

Felix shifted closer, his chest pressing against your back. His warmth surrounded you, making it harder to keep your thoughts at bay. “About what?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You hesitated, but the words pressed against your throat, too heavy to swallow down. “My scars,” you admitted. “They make me feel… less.”

Felix stilled behind you. He didn’t speak right away, and for a moment, you wondered if you had said too much. But then, slowly, carefully, he reached out and turned you onto your back so you were facing him. His dark eyes searched yours, soft and full of something you couldn’t quite name.

“Less?” he repeated, his brows furrowing. “Angel, how could you ever think that?”

You looked away, fingers curling into the sheets. “Because they’re a reminder of all the things I can’t change. No matter what I do, they won’t go away.” Your voice wavered at the end, a confession you weren’t sure you had meant to say out loud.

Felix’s expression softened even more—if that was even possible. He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before his fingers trailed down to your jaw, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. “Can I tell you something?” he asked, his voice so soft, so careful, like he was handling something fragile.

You nodded.

“When I look at the stars,” he murmured, “I don’t see flaws. I see something timeless, something beautiful.” He paused, his gaze unwavering. “Your scars, your skin… they remind me of constellations. They tell a story. And that story is you.”

Your breath hitched. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you tried to blink them away, but one slipped down your cheek. Felix caught it with his thumb, his lips parting slightly as if the sight physically pained him.

“Lix…” you whispered.

Without hesitation, he leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, letting his lips rest there for a moment longer than necessary. “I love you,” he murmured against your skin. “Every part of you.”

That was all it took for the dam to break. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest as more tears spilled over. He held you tightly, one hand smoothing over your hair, the other rubbing slow, soothing circles into your back.

“I love you too,” you whispered, the words muffled against his hoodie.

Felix only pulled you closer, like he was trying to shield you from your own thoughts, like he was making a silent promise to remind you of your worth every single day.

seungmin

Seungmin was lounging on the couch, phone in hand, scrolling through something that had his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He looked completely relaxed, like he had no worries in the world. Meanwhile, you were sitting across from him in front of the mirror, fingers hovering over your skin, absentmindedly picking at a blemish.

“Stop that,” he said flatly, without even looking up.

You sighed, but didn’t drop your hand. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine,” he deadpanned. “You always do that when you’re stressed.”

Your fingers froze mid-motion. You turned to look at him, pouting slightly. “It’s just annoying. I feel like my skin never gets better.”

Seungmin finally looked up from his phone, raising an eyebrow. “So what?”

You blinked. “What do you mean, ‘so what’?”

He shrugged like it was the simplest thing in the world. “You act like it changes who you are. It doesn’t.”

You frowned. “I know that, but—”

“No ‘buts,’” he interrupted, setting his phone down and standing up. He crossed the room in a few steps, coming to stand in front of you. Without warning, he cupped your face, tilting your chin up so you had no choice but to meet his gaze.

Seungmin’s expression was unreadable, his dark eyes steady and unwavering. “You’re still the same person I fell in love with,” he said simply. “The same person who makes dumb jokes, who sings off-key even when I beg them not to, who always steals my hoodies and then pretends they don’t know where they went.”

You giggled despite yourself. “That’s because your hoodies are comfortable.”

“Exactly.” He smirked slightly. “Just like you, no matter what your skin looks like.”

You let out a small breath, the warmth in his voice sinking into your bones. Seungmin wasn’t the type to sugarcoat things, and that made his words hit even harder. He wasn’t just saying this to make you feel better—he meant it.

Your lips quirked up slightly. “You’re annoyingly sweet sometimes, you know that?”

Seungmin rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it. “Only for you.”

Before you could say anything else, he leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose, quick and soft. “Now,” he said, pulling back, “stop picking at your face, or I’ll start flicking your forehead every time I catch you doing it.”

You groaned, tilting your head back. “Ugh, you’re so annoying.”

Seungmin smirked, ruffling your hair like the absolute menace he was. “And yet, here you are, still in love with me.”

You swatted his hand away but couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your lips. “Yeah, yeah. You win.”

“Obviously,” he said, already grabbing his phone again like he hadn’t just completely dismantled your insecurities in under two minutes.

jeongin

Jeongin had always called you pretty.

At first, you assumed it was just because he was naturally affectionate, the way he casually complimented his friends and always had something sweet to say. But over time, you started to realize—he really meant it.

He said it when you were dressed up for a date, eyes shining under the glow of city lights. He said it when you were wearing pajamas with messy hair, rubbing sleep from your eyes. He said it when you were grumpy, when you were laughing, when you were completely distracted by something else. And he said it on days like today.

You were curled up on the couch, scrolling through pictures on your phone, lost in the endless spiral of perfect skin, flawless complexions, people who looked effortlessly beautiful.

Jeongin, who had been sitting beside you with his head on your shoulder, peeked at your screen and immediately frowned. “What are you looking at?”

You sighed. “Just… people who have flawless skin.”

He pulled back slightly, turning to face you with an exaggerated pout. “But you’re already the prettiest person ever. Why compare?”

You scoffed, shutting your phone off. “You have to say that. You’re my boyfriend.”

Jeongin gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “Excuse me, I would never lie about something this serious.”

You giggled despite yourself. “Oh, it’s serious now?”

“Of course,” he said, crossing his arms with a huff. “My partner being the most beautiful person in the world is a fact.”

You rolled your eyes, but your lips betrayed you by curling into a small smile. “You’re too sweet.”

Jeongin grinned, and before you could react, he tackled you, wrapping his arms around you and squishing you in a tight hug. He nuzzled into your shoulder, his voice muffled against your sweater. “You’re my favorite person,” he murmured. “Nothing about your skin changes that.”

Your breath hitched, your heart swelling in your chest.

He didn’t say it to make you feel better, not as some empty reassurance—he just said it because he meant it.

You let out a small laugh, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing him tight. “I love you.”

Jeongin pulled back just enough to look at you, his lips curling into that soft, boyish grin that made your stomach flip. “I love you more.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but before you could, he kissed your cheek quickly and then gasped in mock horror. “I win.”

You groaned. “Jeongin—”

“No take-backs.” He wiggled his eyebrows mischievously before cuddling back into you, sighing dramatically. “Now, as my prize, I require more kisses”

You laughed, threading your fingers through his soft hair. “You’re such a menace.”

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[zeroseuniverse]

Mean?

Word Count:518 Summary: She rolled her eyes. “You’re practically glued to me.” He smirked. “It’s not my fault you’re a great pillow. Pairing: Jeongin X Fem Reader

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The late-night movie marathon had turned into a cozy cuddle session on the couch, though neither of them would admit it outright. The room was dimly lit by the TV’s soft glow, and the blankets draped over the two of them made it feel like their own little world. Jeongin was leaning back against the armrest, while she sat cross-legged on the other side, pretending to be engrossed in the rom-com playing on the screen.

The problem? Jeongin had slowly inched closer to her over the last hour. Now, his arm was draped casually behind her on the couch, and he’d somehow managed to pull her closer under the guise of “getting comfortable.”

“You okay over there?” she asked, raising a brow but not moving away.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Jeongin shot back, feigning innocence. “This is peak comfort.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re practically glued to me.”

He smirked. “It’s not my fault you’re a great pillow.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, here you are,” he teased, nudging her side.

She huffed, trying to ignore the way her heart fluttered. “Can you just move over?”

Jeongin gave her a dramatic pout, looking genuinely hurt. “Why would I do that? It’s nice here.”

“Jeongin,” she groaned, trying to sound exasperated. “You’re literally holding me.”

His eyes widened, an exaggerated gasp leaving his lips. “You’re holding me, you idiot.”

She stared at him, dumbfounded. “I am not!”

He gestured to her hands, which had somehow ended up gripping the edge of his hoodie. She hadn’t even realized she’d done it. “So mean,” he mumbled, shaking his head like she had mortally wounded him.

She tried to let go, but he caught her hands in his before she could. His touch was warm, his grip firm but gentle. He glanced down at their intertwined fingers and then up at her, his teasing smirk softening into something more sincere.

“I love you,” she blurted, the words slipping out before she could stop them. Her heart immediately leapt into her throat.

Jeongin froze for a moment, his eyes widening, and then—he grinned. A slow, boyish grin that lit up his entire face. “Oh, so you finally admit it.”

Her cheeks burned. “Shut up,” She muttered, looking away, but he squeezed her hands to keep her attention.

“I love you too, you know,” he said softly, his teasing tone gone. “Even when you’re mean.”

She glanced back at him, meeting his warm gaze, and felt her defenses crumble. “I’m not mean,” She whispered, though her voice lacked any real conviction.

Jeongin laughed, leaning in closer until their foreheads nearly touched. “Fine. You’re not mean. You’re perfect.”

She rolled her eyes again, but this time, she couldn’t fight the smile tugging at her lips. “You’re such an idiot.”

“And yet, you love me,” he teased, his grin widening.

“Unfortunately,” She replied, but her laugh betrayed the truth.

Jeongin pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her completely this time. The movie played on in the background, forgotten, as the two of them settled into the comfort of finally admitting what had been true all along.

[starlostseungmin]

husband!jeongin

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seungmin , chan , lee know（ jeongin ）han , changbin , felix , hyunjin.

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Husband Jeongin who tripped when he got down on one knee just to propose. You laughed at him but said yes at the end. He got embarrassed so you gave him the sweetest kiss on the lips which he gladly returned passionately.

Husband Jeongin whose Hyungs got emotional the moment he’s officially married. Chan and Hyunjin cried the most. 

Husband Jeongin who got a full sponsor from Chan throughout your wedding to your honeymoon because he was generous and loves to spoil Jeongin. You too. 

Husband Jeongin who is clumsy and gives you secondhand embarrassment but the amount of love still remains. He tripped at the bowling alley after rolling the ball on your date. Not once but twice. 

Husband Jeongin whose idea of dates consists of watching movies at the cinema, shopping, eating at your favorite restaurants, and spontaneous travels. 

Husband Jeongin who scams you with his cuteness just to make you buy him some stuff, especially his type of shoes and he feels like he’s on top of the world when you do. He goes for the weird ones with style. 

Husband Jeongin who buys you your favorite albums even though he jokes around that you’re cheating on him with another group rather than his own. 

Husband Jeongin who loves shopping and stealing kisses inside the fitting room cubicles while you are changing. You weren’t used to it as it leaves a blush on your cheeks. 

Husband Jeongin who loves taking selfies with you. In this marriage, you are the photographer and he’s the model but at the same time, he loves taking pictures of you, especially candid ones. 

Husband Jeongin who loves food, and rates them with you based on their tastes. 

Husband Jeongin who takes you out on a night stroll while eating ice cream you two bought from the convenience store nearby. 

Husband Jeongin who is the reason for your cuteness aggression that makes you want to smooch and cuddle him all day. He can’t resist any physical touch from you anyway. 

Husband Jeongin who can’t cook to save his life so you taught him how to yet still fails. You both just laugh it off. 

Husband Jeongin who respects your beliefs and never judges them. 

Husband Jeongin whose love languages are gift-giving, quality time, and physical touch. 

Husband Jeongin who lets you sleep on his shoulder, on his lap, or just use his body as your pillow. He doesn’t mind and doesn’t say anything but initiates cuddles to make you more comfortable. 

Husband Jeongin who gets angry when someone upsets you and is the type of person to do something back so no one could touch you again. 

Husband Jeongin who can’t keep up for a long time being not okay with you after an argument and proceeds to apologizeーhugging you tenderly as he whispers that he loves you. 

Husband Jeongin who doesn’t want to be away from you for a long time and misses you the most when he goes abroad to work. He’ll call you when he gets to the airport or when he’s not busy. 

Husband Jeongin who loves kids but doesn’t pressure you to have one with him.

Husband Jeongin who tries his hardest in this relationship to give you the love you deserve but you insist that he doesn’t need to put in a lot of effort because he is already enough and the heartwarming things he does with you are considered as reassurance. 

Husband Jeongin who is a baby and still a baby for you even if he insists that he’s already a grown-up. His Hyungs would argue otherwise. 

Husband Jeongin who has a precious smile and adorable laugh. He has a lot of cute sides and whines like a kid in a good and acceptable manner. 

Husband Jeongin who is always true about his feelings for you and never lies. 

Husband Jeongin whom you love the most in the world and swore you’ll protect him at any cost. 

Husband Jeongin who promised to love you forever and never hurt you which you’d do too. 

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[cheeseceli]

Under the mistletoe

Pairing: Yang Jeongin × Gn!reader

Genre: fluff, friends to lovers

Warnings: reader is lowkey oblivious but not really, that's it?

A/n: so this is my Christmas post 🙂‍↕️

Daily click

"Questions can be saved for later, just follow me" with that, you had absolutely no chance to talk back as he was already walking away, expecting you to actually follow him.

You were at the boys' Christmas party, celebrating the holiday with your closest friends - including Jeongin - but this specific person seemed to have other plans. Ever since he laid his eyes on you, he had been trying to get you to talk to him alone and, preferably, outside. Now, he was succeeding.

"What are we going to do on the balcony?" you asked, trying to keep up with his pace "It's freezing out there."

"I said no questions for now. Just trust me, okay?"

Once again you weren't able to respond, as he was already opening the door for you: "after you."

And so you did. Outside, it was in fact cold, snow slowly falling down. When you looked at Jeongin you expected to see him either shivering because of the weather or with a mischievous grin, that would explain the reason as to why you're far from the party. However, you notice him nervous.

That's odd.

"Jeongin? Are you okay?"

He seems to be lost in thought, his gaze nowhere near where you were, looking up instead.

"Yeah, yeah." Basically a synonym to no.

"Are we here for a reason...? You seem to be a little-"

"Oh yes, actually" he replied rather quickly, walking to the spot he was looking at before "Come here, there's something I want to show you."

You followed his lead, getting closer to the view. Though he wasn't looking ahead, so you didn't know if that was what he truly wanted to show you, you couldn't help but be awestruck. You had seen that scenario a few times before, every time you visited the boys' dorm, but never had it felt so magical.

"Is that what you wanted to show me?" You slowly look at him, your eyes not wanting to leave the beautiful sight ahead of you "it's beautiful."

"I mean, that as well." He looked up quickly, and you almost didn't realise this small gesture "but there was this other thing..."

As his voice died out, you looked above only to finally notice what this all was about:

"The mistletoe" you smiled. He was waiting for you to see it. You look at him, his eyes not exactly meeting yours just yet "What? You brought me here and aren't even going to kiss me?"

With this last statement he finally looked at you, a bit of excitement and hope shining on his eyes. Your smile didn't seem to falter anytime soon, as it was growing even more with his reaction.

"Can I?" he quietly said, afraid of doing anything that could ruin the moment.

You smile, barely believing it. You had been waiting ages for something like this: any opportunity, any moment that would give you the chance of becoming something more with Jeongin. And then he, during the holiday season, simply makes a whole plan to give you that chance.

It was adorable, to be honest. How he was so determined to bring you under the mistletoe, but still let you silently know that whatever you wanna do from now on is up to you. He's letting you choose. And no matter when, either on Christmas or on any other normal day, you would always choose him. And so you did:

"We cannot break a tradition, can we?"

Masterlist I you'll probably like: Christmas with skz

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[starseungs]

college crush!jeongin

college crush series .ᐟ ── bang chan ⋆ lee know ⋆ changbin ⋆ hyunjin ⋆ han ⋆ felix ⋆ seungmin ⋆ i.n

yang jeongin x gn!reader. fluff, college au. 1.1k wc.

note: #3 on the college crush series! i kinda got carried away with this... jeongin has been on an ult bias wrecking streak this era and well, i am a bit lovesick 💔

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College Crush!Jeongin, whom you met in the most romance cliche way ever. He tripped on thin air while passing you in a building corridor, spilling the iced latte he was holding all over your clothes. 

College Crush!Jeongin, who looked up at you from the ground all stunned for a couple seconds while you berated him for ruining your outfit. He wasn’t one for love at first sight, but wow, were you glowing in his eyes. Or at least, enough to completely block out the string of curses that left your mouth in anger.

College Crush!Jeongin, who snapped back to reality when you started your attempts to leave, clumsily standing up to call you back. You were already pissed by how unapologetic he seemed in your view, not even bothering to say a single word to you while you were trying to converse with him about the issue at hand. But you looked back at his call anyway, hoping for a resolution since you really didn’t want this to ruin your day more than it already has.

College Crush!Jeongin, who looked like a kicked puppy at the raise of your brow, before apologizing and offering his hoodie for you to use as a cover-up. When you asked why he thought you’d so willingly wear a random man’s hoodie all around campus, he found himself questioning his line of thought too.

College Crush!Jeongin, who looked so troubled while trying to find a way to make it up to you, that it lowered your guard for a bit. Maybe you were too harsh on him, seeing that he was genuinely apologetic about spilling his coffee all over you. You sighed and took his offer, trying to ignore the way his eyes sparkled when you did. Weren’t you supposed to be mad?

College Crush!Jeongin, whom you saw again in a cafe a week later. He was alone in a booth seat, studying diligently—albeit struggling. You, on the other hand, were looking for a vacant table to also study at, but to no avail. With a sigh, you approached him begrudgingly. You bit your cheek when he tilted his head at the sight of you. Perhaps you found it cute.

College Crush!Jeongin, who enthusiastically agreed to let you join him in the booth, somehow throwing all embarrassment out the window. If this were anyone else, he thinks he would never be this accommodating, but this was a chance for him to make it up to you. With a clear of your throat, you sat down and prepared your materials.

College Crush!Jeongin, who eventually seemed to have forgotten about your presence and released a frustrated groan out of his mouth due to the lesson material. You raised your head in question to look at him, only to see him fight an internal battle while glaring at the words on his notes. His eyebrows were knit together in forced concentration, which almost made you burst into laughter. After a brief contemplation, you decided to break the silence.

College Crush!Jeongin, who seemed bashful when you offered to help him when you found out that you two were taking the same subject under the same professor. Either way, he took your offer. Desperate times call for desperate measures, but it was also because your voice scratched his brain in a good way. You tried not to let it show how affected you were by his gaze.

College Crush!Jeongin, who became your friend after the impromptu study session. Study hang-outs turned into friendly dates, and suddenly you would receive late-night spontaneous invitations to plans for the next day. Who were you to talk, though? Your friends had already caught you smiling at his texts more than once.

College Crush!Jeongin, who always looks presentable whenever you two are together. You didn’t want to admit it, but the effort he puts into dressing himself was really attractive to you. What you didn’t have to know was how he stays up a couple more minutes each night just to contemplate what outfits would please you.

College Crush!Jeongin, who likes to hum songs absentmindedly when you two are just relaxing together. Someday, you wanted to hear him sing out loud—a thought that crossed your mind one time when you were staring at him scrolling through his phone casually. You stayed up late that night, thinking about what that meant for you.

College Crush!Jeongin, who you could take to clothing shopping, enjoying the way he gets into helping you find good clothes. You could feel the fluttering in your stomach every time he compliments you when you try something. The best feeling was whenever he liked it on you so much that he offers to pay for it, though. It never fails to make you breathless.

College Crush!Jeongin, who uses the “I’ll pay for it” method to hide the way his face develops a flush whenever he feels that sudden urge to kiss you. He knows his friends would whine endlessly when they find out he isn’t money-stingy to you. He firmly believes you deserve it.

College Crush!Jeongin, who grew more confident in his advances towards you week after week. Unfortunately for you, it would be a lie to say that you weren’t enjoying yourself either—evident with the way you thrash in bed at night, giggling to yourself after another day spent with him.

College Crush!Jeongin, whom you have helplessly fallen for but was oblivious to how you feel. You’ve tried to test the waters once, asking him if he had anyone he was interested in romantically at the moment. He evaded the question more smoothly than expected, confusing you more than giving answers. You should’ve looked more into his body language, because boy was he greatly flustered by the random opportunity to confess to you, to the point that he didn’t manage to take it.

College Crush!Jeongin, whom you tried to distance yourself from, thinking he didn’t feel the same way. He was confused by how cold you were being all of a sudden, leaving his texts on read and even going as far as hiding from him on campus.

College Crush!Jeongin, who was somehow there right beside you when you almost fell flat on concrete after tripping on a rock. Your eyes widened to see him there, holding you back from falling. His hair was tousled, and his clothes hung messily while he panted, almost like he ran over to you. But that didn’t seem to matter to him, as he wasted no time asking why you were avoiding him.

College Crush!Jeongin, who kissed you silly after your tearful confession, only breaking it off to ask you to be his officially. The way you started sobbing while saying yes was a memory that was going to haunt you until the end of time. Jeongin thinks it's cute, though. It's definitely something he’ll bring up to tease you about when he feels like it. Either way, he’s just so happy to also be yours.

College Boyfriend!Jeongin, who fell first, leaving you to fall harder. But don’t worry; he swears he’ll always be there to catch you all the time.

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[itsbbokari]

Title: Bad Idea

“Yeah, well. I came to forget someone. Looks like you beat me to it.”

Paring ⤑ ( Jeonginx Reader)

Word count: 900

The bass vibrated through the walls, making the floor pulse beneath. Y/N’s heels. Bodies moved around her, a blur of limbs and light. Her drink was lukewarm in her hand, her head slightly hazy from the shots Mina had insisted she take earlier.

She wasn’t here to fall in love.

She was here to forget.

A guy named Kai was talking to her, saying something about traveling through Europe. She smiled, nodding along, barely listening. He leaned in close, hand brushing her lower back like he already knew her. It was fine. Harmless. He was attractive. And more importantly, he wasn’t Jeongin.

But the second her eyes drifted across the crowd—

Everything stopped.

There he was.

Jeongin.

Dark jeans. Leather jacket. Tousled hair and eyes that still knew every version of her. He was standing near the kitchen, a drink in hand, lips parted in surprise when he saw her.

Their eyes locked.

Her heart stuttered.

And then, she did something reckless.

She laughed louder at whatever Kai said, tilted her head, and let her fingers brush Kai’s chest.

Jeongin’s jaw clenched. His eyes darkened.

Game on.

Fifteen minutes later, she felt a familiar presence at her back.

“Seriously? Him?”

His voice was low, sharp, threading right into her skin. She didn’t turn around immediately.

“Jeongin,” she said coolly, swirling her drink. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“ Yeah, well. I came to forget someone. Looks like you beat me to it.”

She turned then, meeting his gaze full-on.

“Not that it’s any of your business.”

He stepped closer, eyes dragging over her outfit—black dress, strappy heels, lip gloss she knew used to drive him crazy.

“You wore that for attention?”

“I wore it because I look good.”

His tongue slid across his bottom lip, and her stomach tightened at the familiar motion.

“You do,” he said. “Too good.”

Y/N should’ve walked away. She should’ve gone back to Kai, or better yet, left the party entirely. But instead, she said:

“We shouldn’t be talking.”

“And yet…” His eyes fell to her lips. “Here we are.”

Moments later, they were in the hallway near the back of the house, the music muffled by the walls.

She didn’t know who grabbed who first, but suddenly her back was pressed against the wall, his body warm against hers, his mouth hovering just a breath away.

“This is a bad idea,” she whispered, breath shaky.

“The worst,” he said.

Then his lips crashed against hers.

The kiss was nothing like the sweet ones they used to share. This one was hungry. Raw. Desperate. His hands tangled in her hair as he tilted her head, deepening the kiss. Her fingers gripped the front of his jacket, pulling him impossibly closer.

His mouth moved against hers with bruising intensity, tongue sliding over hers with maddening precision. He kissed like he was angry she moved on, like he hated how good she still tasted, like he couldn’t believe they weren’t together anymore.

She gasped against his lips as he pressed his thigh between hers, pinning her hips to the wall. His mouth moved to her jaw, then her neck, teeth grazing the spot that always made her knees weak.

“You still want me,” he murmured against her skin.

“Shut up,” she whispered, pulling him back to her mouth.

Their kisses turned sloppy, feverish. His hands roamed down her waist, gripping her hips, tugging her flush against him like he could mold them back into the shape they used to be.

“I hate how good this feels,” she breathed.

He kissed her harder. “I know.”

They eventually broke apart, breathing heavily, lips swollen, hair tousled. Her back was still against the wall, and his forehead rested against hers.

“We can’t do this again,” she said, voice shaking. “We can’t keep using each other like this.”

He nodded, even as his hands lingered on her waist.

“Just tonight,” he said.

She swallowed. “One more bad idea.”

He smiled—sad, knowing. “You’re the only one I keep making.”

She closed her eyes.

And kissed him again.

[dwaekkicidal]

Sharing is Caring[2: Meanracha]

˚ʚMeanRacha x fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: After that night with 3Racha, you agreed to become involved with all 8 men. So what happens when Jisung’s loud ass accidentally tells the rest of the members, and meanracha takes to bullying their leader?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 7.2k (im sorry)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: *inhales* pwp, fem! Reader, ot8✗reader mentions, smut is reader✗MeanRacha(Jeongin, Seungmin, Minho), 4some, free use mentions, reader is referred to as: ‘kitty, pup, and baby’, unprotected sex, rough sex, dp in one hole, oral (m receiving), hair pulling, subspace, big dick!jeongin, name calling (slut, whore, 1 bitch), spanks/slaps (ass, pvssy, & like 1 face), dirty talk, overstim, aftercare kinda mentioned, i THINK thats it?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: for some reason the sfw parts of this was sooo hard for me to write LMAO but anyways… only 2 more of the bois left :3 part 3 is HyunLix✗reader! I think i'm going to make it softer/not nearly as rough as this i hope u like it i kinda hate it

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After that Friday night’s events, you constantly found yourself in situations where one of the producers pulled you aside to have their way with you. In fact, for the first 2 weeks after the fact, there were only a handful of days where you weren’t filled to the brim by at least one of the men. And, in their defense, it was part of the agreement you guys ended up creating! Why wouldn’t they take advantage of you allowing their hands on you and their dicks in you at essentially any time they wanted.

It was now three and a half weeks after the fact, and the boys were cooling down after practicing for a themed choreography video. While Chan and Minho left the room to get water for everyone, the others laid scattered around the room. The only sounds that circuited the room were calming breathing sounds and the quiet side chatter among a few members. Then all of a sudden, a loud groan was heard from Jisung followed by a whiny and (not so) quiet, “Fuck.. Where is (y/n) at? I need her so badly right now...”

Jeongin’s ears perked up and he stared into the older man as if he sprouted a tail. “Hyung.. What?” He asked, looking around at the others to see if he was going crazy or if he actually just heard something he shouldn’t have. Some of the others shared the same expression, but when his eyes flickered to Changbin he was instead met with wide eyes and a very poor attempt at hiding a smile.

“Yah! Han-ah???” he shouted, shaking his finger at the boy as he does when he wants to ‘discipline’ somebody.

“W-What?... Oh shit- SORRY!” was the only reply before the two burst out into laughter. The others darted their eyes between the two, occasionally exchanging confused looks with each other until their laughing fit eventually died down. Seungmin was the first to speak up, a frown evident from the outrage of hearing his crush get spoken about so vulgarly. “Care to explain yourselves?”

Before they had time to respond, the door to the practice room was thrown open and the devil herself walked in with the 2 oldest members. A huge smile was on your face while they carried bags of food you had bought for them. “Dinners here, losers!” 

About an hour passes and most of the boys had forgotten what happened in favor of stuffing their faces. Well, most of the boys. The 2 youngest members watched as Jisung’s hands would linger on your thighs for too long, sometimes even trailing up your inner thigh. They also watched you giggle and grab his hand, but not push it away, then whisper something into his ear that would cause him to blush and grin like a cheshire cat.

The two boys were more than confused, but Jeongin didn’t want to make a scene so he chose to stay quiet and ask about it later. Seungmin on the other hand.. made his frustrations known. To everybody. With a very loud and sudden, “Yah, Hyung. What do you think you’re doing.” He didn’t mean for it to come out as menacing as it did, but he was secretly thankful that he did when Han’s hands were speedily removed from your body.

It was quiet for a moment and he honestly felt bad for bringing everybody's attention to Jisung like this, but seeing his crush get felt up by one of his closest friends isn’t exactly a nice sight to behold. Jisung choked on his spit and stuttered in his spot next to you, looking to you and the eldest to help him out.

“What’s wrong Seungminnie?” You tilted your head at the boy and smiled. You knew what was wrong but you didn’t want to air everything out all at once if he wasn’t going to be bold in front of the others about what he saw.

“...Are you two dating or something..? Why were his hands all over you..” The anger had faded into sadness, it was so obviously evident in his eyes and the way he sadly pouted at you. You felt your chest pang and you looked between the 3 boys you were involved with, staring silently for a moment before turning back to the other boys and sighing.

“Well.. no but yes?” Loud ‘HUH?!?’”s were heard from a few of them, and you would have laughed had it not been paired with despaired faces. “Ok ok, let me finish! No because we aren’t officially together but yes because we are all…. involved? with each other and the plan was to maybe date eventually..”

“We?” Hyunjin’s voice came immediately after you finished and you nodded curtly as Jisung spoke up again.

“Um.. ‘We’ as in me, Changbin, and Channie.. BUT!! Before you guys get upset, we wanted you guys to join us before we make anything official. Hence the ‘yes but no’ answer.”

Felix’s ears perk up and he stares wide-eyed at the boy, “So that’s what you meant by that ‘poly relationship’ question last week.”

Both your and Chan’s necks snapped to Jisung, watching as the boy laughed it off and held his hands up at the two of you in defense. “Hey! I just wanted to see what they would say and how open they were to it.. AND I’ll have you know!” He started before turning to you and holding eye contact as he pointed his finger at each boy, “They ALL agreed they wouldn’t mind sharing you if it was with the rest of us.”

The oldest rolled his eyes before mumbling, “You have such a big mouth, Hannie… Don’t make me stuff it full again.” Han chokes on his spit and crosses his arms, silently leaning back into the couch with a pout.

Surprised faces scattered across everybody but the 3 of you at the last comment. A “Huh??” was heard from somebody before he continued with a teasing yet petty attitude, “Since we’re apparently putting everything out there, why not bring that up too?”

“Woah woah woah… Can one of you please explain what the hell is going on!?”

Changbin sighed loudly then finally chimed in. “Moral of the story is: Channie-hyung here has been fucking our little Bunny for the last few months behind our backs. Me and Jisung walked in on them a few weeks ago and we’ve been fucking her now too.” He let the words hang in the air and he watched their expressions. He was about to continue talking when Felix spoke, “....Okay… well that answers that question, but I think it created so many more..”

Then you spoke up, “I’ll answer any questions you have, but before any of you say anything I want to make some things clear.” You waited for each of the boys' agreements before taking a deep breath. “First things first, I love all of you guys and knowing that you feel the same is an insane feeling. Next, after they walked in on us, we four came to the agreement that we would be friends with benefits until we could get all of you aware of what’s going on and get roles figured out for a relationship.. if a relationship was even on the table.”

You paused for a few seconds, letting that sink in before continuing, “Now that that’s out there, I want to date you. All of you. If you’re okay with it of course. I had this same talk with those two idiots that I can end this fuck-buddy agreement the second that somebody disagrees. You guys mean the world to me and I won’t let some good dick ruin what we have now.”

Chris has a cocky smile on his face as nods at the boys. “I know it’s sudden, we wanted to plan this out and tell you guys one by one but that’s not really an option anymore.” He says with a glare to Han, who gives an apologetic smile back but continues to sit silently otherwise. “You guys don’t have to answer us right away, take as much time as you want. We can put things on pause to make you guys feel more comfortable, if you want.”

Jisung makes a whining noise and the few who spare a glance at him notice the frown and pleading eyes he gives Chan. Changbin’s hand smacks the back of Han’s head, making the younger yelp before he starts complaining.

Hyunjin is the first to break the silence after that, “So… we’d all be dating?” Chris, already having this talk with you, answers for you. “It doesn’t have to be that way unless you guys want it to be. The basis of it would be her dating all of us at the same time. Everything else would be like our normal day to day experiences with her, but now we can love on her and do ‘couple’ things with her and vice versa. You guys just have to be 100% percent ok with sharing.”

With a few shared looks among the boys sitting on the floor, they silently agreed to come to an agreement now. They all trusted each other enough to not be afraid of judgment regardless of their answer. And how could they disagree… it’s totally not like they haven’t fantasized and spoken about this with each other countless times.

Before he gets the chance to speak, Felix’s wide smile gives away his answer, but it doesn’t help you not be star struck when he says he wants in. After that, it was a domino effect. One by one the boys vocalized their answers, and to your utmost surprise: they were all yes’s. Han grins widely when the final member gives his ‘yes’. “Okay! Now that that’s settled, let’s talk about fun stuff!”

“Fun…?”

The whole group watches as a smirk takes over his features, and you can only roll your eyes. “Sexy stuff~”

“O-kay… How about we talk about boundaries and all that BEFORE we get to the sex stuff..”

Later that day, Chris gave the rest of the boys the same rundown from last time.  And just like that, everybody went on with their lives, almost like before. Almost. Now, the boys were MUCH bolder with you. Lingering hands all over you and more intimate cuddle sessions were now a norm, even in front of each other. 3racha was no longer forced to hide their intentions with you, and Jisung specifically was now unashamedly vocal when he was horny.

Then, a few more weeks had passed. At this point, every member had experienced sex with you multiple times. They all decided their first few times with you to be 1 on 1. It gave everybody the chance to learn your body and vice versa, and it gave them time to discuss fantasies and kinks with you more in depth!

Recently, a certain silver bracelet came in the mail. One with each of their initials engraved into the shiny metal plate. It was one they all chipped in to buy so that you had a form of nonverbal consent between them. You took a picture to send to the group chat instead of making them wait to see it in person, but you ended up sending it to just Chris to have him share with the rest. And, of course, some of the brats had to tease about it.

Chris huffed from his office chair while Han and Changbin laughed from the couch, them both having watched the texts unfold from where they sat. He rolls his eyes at the other co-producers and he sends you screenshots of the chat before returning to his work.

And this is how your current situation is caused. You're in the Cat Dorm with Jeongin, Minho, and Seungmin. Felix had just walked out on the basis of going to dinner with one of the other boys. Part of you wishes he hadn’t because the second the door shut behind him, teasing pokes were being thrown towards you relating to ‘Chan trying to keep you to himself.’ The boys made it clear they weren’t actually mad about it anymore, but they couldn’t slip up an opportunity to get under your skin.

You’re suddenly snapped back to reality at the sound of Seungmin’s voice, “I’m just saying! He could’ve said something the second he found out how we felt and this all could have happened much earlier.”

“I think Channie-hyung just liked having her all to himself.” Minho teased, smirking to himself when you rolled your eyes. “And if we’re pointing fingers, our pretty kitty here was also oblivious to all of our feelings. She even said herself how clear it was.” You crossed your arms at the implication and looked to Jeongin for assistance. But instead you were met with a smug smirk and a shrug as he shoveled chips into his mouth like he was watching his favorite movie.

If they wanted to play like that, then you would too. “You guys are just mad he had the balls to make a move first. Even now, after all the times we talked about it, the rest of you STILL barely make any moves outside of PDA. Not my fault you guys are a bunch of wussies.” Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows at you while Jeongin let out a surprised laugh, and when you turned back to Minho. He all but raised his eyebrows at you. The final straw for them was when you stuck your tongue out at them and sent a middle finger each of their ways, grinning to yourself in victory.

Minho’s eyes flickered to your wrist, your shiny silver bracelet sitting nicely against your skin. A shiver is sent through you when his eyes meet yours again. Well.. maybe not a complete victory.

“You know what, since you want to be a smartass. My room. Now.” Your eyes widened, taken off guard by how suddenly he switched up. He smirked internally as he watched you blink rapidly at him, but kept up a serious face. When you stood there for too long he spoke up again, “Oh, I’m sorry. Would you rather me fuck you against the dirty kitchen floor.” When you shook your head, he grabbed your decorated wrist. He pulled it closer to his face to relish its beauty and its meaning, but also for the younger boys to see clearly what he was getting at. “Hmmm. But I don’t think I stuttered. Did you guys hear me stutter?”

A curt “Nope.” was heard from Seungmin and Jeongin said he “Heard you loud and clear, hyung.”

“That’s what I thought… So, would you care to explain why you are not naked on my bed right now?” You muttered a quiet apology before pulling away from the man and speed walking to the room. Jeongin watched as the two older men stalked after you before disappearing behind you into the room, and his chips were quickly forgotten as he stumbled after them.

You situated yourself in the middle of the bed with your legs folded under your ass and your heart pounding in your ears. The three men stood in front of you, Minho’s head tilted with a shit eating grin on his face as the other looked you up and down like they wanted to eat you alive. Memories from that very first Friday's events suddenly flooded in and you could almost laugh at the situation repeating itself. Talk about deja vu.

Seungmin was the first to speak up as he slowly walked towards you, “Last call, puppy. You okay with this?” When you silently nodded he narrowed his eyes at you and moved his fingers to pinch your cheek, “Words.”

“Yes! Yes, it’s okay..”

The second the words left your mouth, the boys behind him started undressing themselves. You got to enjoy the view for only a few seconds before Seungmin was pulling the oversized sweater above your head. Once it was completely off you heard the boys groan at the sight of you in just your underwear, and you couldn't help but giggle at their reaction. The now naked Minho took a seat at the foot of the bed as Jeongin stood in his spot and stared at you, biting his lips as he palmed himself through his underwear.

Seungmin hurriedly rid you of the thin pieces of cloth and ran a finger over your nipple. You sighed at the feeling before moaning painfully when he pinched and lightly pulled at it. “Undress me.” You looked up at him with wide eyes before rising to your feet on shaky legs. Your hands pulled the hem of his shirt up and over his head and then you sank to your knees. He watched silently and looked down at you with lidded eyes as you grabbed both elastic bands of his bottoms.

You bite your lip in order to hide a smirk and before he can ask what you are doing your hand pulls the elastic of his underwear back and lets go. The sound of it hitting his skin startled him more than the pain hurt, but that didn’t stop him from jumping and letting out a surprised noise. Before you have any more time to laugh, a hand shoots into your hair. It grabs a tight handful and positions your head to look up at him, then his other hand comes down against your cheek. “You think you’re fucking funny? I think you forget that I’m the worst out of everybody. Don’t make me break you, pup.”

The reminder had your pussy dripping but you nodded as best as you could, “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah sure you are. Now get on with it.” When his hand stood its ground in your hair, you pushed his bottoms as far down as you could reach and watched as he kicked them away. Your eyes followed his length, from this distance your tongue could almost reach the tip. You wanted nothing more than to have him down your throat and saliva started to pool in your mouth in excitement. Your eyes met his as they softened, it reminded you that you were the one really in control here. “You remember what to do if it’s too much?”

When you nodded and repeated back your safeword along with a ‘tap 3 times if I can’t speak’ he smiled and his demeanor returned to the previous. “Good girl… Now, you’re gonna suck my cock while Jeongin fingers that pretty pussy.” You nodded eagerly and the grip on your head led you closer to his dick. Your tongue was out and ready for him, but he teased you again by pulling you away the second your tongue got too close. He let out a chuckle at your frown and grabbed himself from the base. He pulled you closer and smacked his tip against your tongue a few times, sighing to himself at the feeling. “Lapping at me like a real puppy.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head when he finally sunk himself into your mouth. The salty taste flooded your mouth when he wasted no time before using the grip in your hair to fuck your mouth against him. He let out heavy breaths and low groans as his head tilted back. “God, what a wet fuckin mouth...” Once he sunk in further, your eyes closed as you focused on holding back your gag reflex and breathing through your nose. He let out loud groans whenever you swallowed around the tip lodged into your throat.

Suddenly 2 long fingers trailed down to rub against your folds, pushing into you with no warning when you grinded onto them. They made a scissoring motion that pulled wet, squelching noises from your pussy that made you dizzy. Jeongin whispered something into your ear about you being loose before a 3rd finger was added. Then, out of nowhere, they were shoved to his final knuckle and curving into your weakest spot. It made you gag against Seungmin, pulling a loud moan from him as his hips stuttered. He pulled you off him before shooting a glare at the man beside you.

You coughed as air returned to your lungs and Jeongin spoke. “Haha sorry. But, I don’t think she needs much prep, she’s taking 3 of my fingers no problem. What's got your pussy all loose for us baby?” He whispered the last part just loud enough for the other two men to hear before latching himself onto your neck.

You looked between the two and cleared your throat, trying to focus on your words and not the nonstop curling of fingers inside of you, “Channie fucked me a few times this morning b-before he left for the studio..” A scoff was heard from Seungmin and Jeongin’s fingers faltered.

“Yeah of course he fucking did.”

Minho stood from his spot on the bed before reaching between your legs, “Let me see.” Jeongin went to pull his fingers out and let him have a go, but before he could Minho shoved two fingers in next to the three that were already buried. You gasped at the drier stretch and moaned when both of their fingers started thrusting into you. The difference in the lengths and thicknesses made you clench tightly against them and squeal, causing Jeongin to groan in response and curl his fingers harder.

“Mmmm.. Yeah she is ready. At least Channie-hyung did us a favor.” Minho curled his fingers roughly before pulling them out, sliding his knuckles across your clit in the process. Jeongin followed in suit once the older returned to his desk chair, smiling wickedly and slapping his palm on your cunt once his fingers were free “Haha.. Think you can even handle it baby?”

You grinned at him, “Think you can even deliver?’ His smile faltered and he frowned at you. Seungmin chuckled and loosened his grip in your hair, massaging it lightly until Jeongin grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet. 

When Seungmin finally moves away, Jeongin pushes you to sit on the bed, swiftly shoving a pillow under your ass before shoving you almost flat against the sheets. He gives you no time to steal a glance, pulling himself out of his underwear and immediately running himself along your folds. You sigh and your eyelids flutter as he does so. He pauses his movements when Seungmin returns with a bottle of lube, handing it to the maknae before settling himself at the head of the bed.

You watch the older of the two curiously, almost motioning for him to come closer so you could suck him off but all of a sudden Jeongin meanly shoves his now lubed up dick into your walls. He’s so deep all so suddenly and it has your eyes rolling into your skull as your jaw drops. His hands find refuge against the bed near your shoulders as he lifts his hips to slam them back against yours. For a moment, nothing but gasps fall from your mouth as Jeongin rams into you, damn near hitting your cervix without even bottoming in all the way.” Did he magically get bigger or something?? What the f- “F-Fuck! How are you-” You’re quickly interrupted by a moan when your gaze returns to his face, a cocky smirk prominent as Seungmin laughs from his spot on the bed. You swore he was deeper than before and the thought has you whining pathetically below him as your head was thrown back.

“What’s wrong, puppy? I thought you could handle it.”

Jeongin is desperate to see you fall apart so he lands a slap against your clit and watches in amusement as your legs struggle to close around his hips. Your eyes water when you look up at him through your lashes and he tilts his head teasingly. He smiles before landing a slap to your thigh and rubbing his thumb roughly against your clit.

You hear Minho’s voice from the desk, “Come on, Kitty.. You can’t even take Iyen-ah all the way? Tsk.. I thought Channie said you were a good slut.” In response, a desperate moan is pulled from you at the thought of them talking so vulgarly about you amongst each other and you hear scattered laughs amongst the three. The man above you chuckles before breathlessly speaking up, “It’s fine, Hyung. I just need to train her to take me all the way.” He ends his sentence with a sharp, deep thrust that pushes his final inches into you.

Your eyebrows curve and you silently scream, gasping and shaking under him as he rubs along every inch of your walls. “See? Wasn’t even that hard. Bet it’s because the little whore was still stretched from Channie-hyung.” The sound of Seungmin’s deepening voice combined with their casual chatter about you while you’re being drilled into so deeply it has you clenching down dangerously on Jeongin. Your orgasm starts to take over, causing him to moan at the constant clenching. His thumb moves faster against you as his hips slow down so that he grinds into you at a medium pace until you eventually stop gushing around him. Then he’s speeding up again to chase his own high.

“You feel that?” He starts, angling his hips to aim directly into the gummy spot in your walls. Unable to respond, your hands clutch the sheets and you cry out as the grip your cunt has around him doesn't let up. He groans from above you before continuing, “Yeah, riiight there. That’s where I’m gonna cum, and you’re gonna take it. Right, baby? Fuuuuck.. Yeah, you’re gonna take it.” Your hands squeeze into his forearms as he speeds up and the two of you share a desperate look before his lips crash into yours.

He pulls away from your lips to groan loudly as he cums, pulling out so that only his tip is nestled in you. His head angles down to look where the two of you meet and one of his hands shoots down to stroke himself through his orgasm. You feel his hips stutter and lightly thrust back into you in the process, but he watches with deep moans as your cunt milks him dry. Once he’s finished, he pulls the rest of the way out and slaps his tip against your clit playfully, laughing when you groan and push his hips away. Your lips meet one more time before he taps you on the ass and moves away from the bed completely.

Your eyes close as you’re given a few minutes to catch your breath. While this goes on you hear footsteps closing in on you and a voice speaks up from in front of you, “My turn, pup.” 

Your eyes open for a second before you’re flipped onto your stomach. You yelp but giggle when he pulls you up to kneel against the bed, holding you against his broad chest. He trails kisses down your neck as his hands roam up your body, squeezing your hips before his left hand settles against your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, but uses it to hold you possessively as you melt into his arms.

“You good to go?” He mumbles against your shoulder. When he feels you nod, his right hand pulls away from your skin and lands a nasty slap to your ass cheek. Instead of him speaking up, Minho is heard somewhere to your left, “He asked you a question, Kitty.” You let out a moan before quickly apologizing, “Uhh~ I’m sorry.. Yes, I’m good. So good.. Please, Minnie.”

He doesn’t respond and instead pushes you forward and shoves your face into the sheets. A hand rests between your shoulder blades as he slides in, humming at the sight of Jeongin’s cum being pushed out of you. He starts off at a medium pace, wanting to give you a break and wanting to revel in the wet sounds coming from your cunt. His hand lightly traces down your back and joins the other in a death grip on your hips.

You turn your neck to lay your cheek against the sheets, and you're met with the sight of Minho leaning back in his chair. His eyes are lidded as they watch your body and his dick visibly twitches when your eyes meet. You can’t help but moan once his hand reaches for his dick. He just smirks and softly rocks it back and forth, teasing you because he knows you can’t get him yet. You pout and whine, causing the man fucking into you to catch onto what is happening. He frowns and slows his pace just enough to grab at you.

One hand tangles into your hair as the other grabs your throat, using both as leverage to pull you to sit up as he continues to fuck into you. The new position and rough pace has your jaw dropping and the hand around your neck quickly takes advantage of the opportunity. 2 fingers are shoved past your lips, fucking themselves into your throat and making you choke. Your eyebrows furrow further as his previous pace continues and he pulls you into his thrusts. Your orgasm is building up fast, but the bullying of his dick against your walls feels like it's almost too much. You tap his wrist and his fingers are instantly removed from your throat. “S-Seungmin!!! Wait!”

“Shut the fuck up. I’m here shoving my dick in your tight pussy, and you’re so cock hungry that you’re eyeing up another man.” The grip in your hair tightens before pulling you flat against him. His thrusts stop completely and he instead holds you in place while he continues. “You already had Jeongin’s cock fuck you open, and I was trying to be nice but now you’re basically drooling over my hyung.” You moan and grind back against him desperately trying to push yourself over the edge. He notices right away and his free hand smacks down on your ass, pulling a cry from your raw throat. “Now look at you. Greedy fucking pussy sucking me in while I’m yelling at you.”

You whine out an apology and glance over to the older man in question, the smirk is still on his face but his dick rests against his stomach now. “‘M sorry Seungmin..”

“Don’t act like a stupid pup.” He growls, landing another slap to your ass. “You’re only sorry cause my dick isn’t moving.” Before you have a chance to respond, he’s pushing you forward again. This time he pins both your hands to your back with one of his, then the free hand returns to your hair to shove your cheek against the bed. He makes sure to face you away from Minho before he starts moving into you at a painstakingly slow pace, but he also makes sure he goes as deep as physically possible while in this position.

You desperately try to crawl up the bed when you swear you can feel him in your throat, but he only drags you back and alternates smacks across your ass cheeks. “Stop fucking running. Be a good bitch.” When your moans quiet down and turn into whimpers, he finally lets up on your ass. Then a grin takes over his face when your hands stay against your back even when his hands move away.

He leans forward and once his face is near yours he coos lowly. Jeongin watches in pure awe as the scene unfolds in front of him. He’s never experienced this before and the sight of you physically melting into the sheets has his dick twitching back to life again. Minho’s eyes widen for a moment but he chuckles to himself and returns his attention to the scene in front of him just in time to hear Seungmin talk again.

Your eyes have lost focus and you feel your brain turning to mush. “There she is… Hi baby.” One of his hands moves to pet your head, then moves to stroke your cheek as his hips pull away from yours, “You gonna be good for me now babe? Gonna let Minnie take care of you?” You whine out a pathetic “Uh-huh” and he knows you’ve almost completely drifted into subspace when the lack of being filled is enough to make tears subconsciously form in your eyes, some falling when he finally pushes back in.

“Shhhh, I got you baby. Minnie’s gonna fuck you nice and good now. You know your safe word.” You nod and push your hips into him so he returns to the rough thrusts from earlier and his thumbs rub back and forth against your clit. At this rate, your orgasm builds back up in no time. He leans forward and sucks hickeys up your neck, slowly leading his lips to yours in the process. When you feel his soft lips push against yours your orgasm finally takes over. Your legs shake and try to clamp shut against his hand but he grabs them and holds them in place as he speeds up his thrusts.

He pulls away from your lips to listen to your cries, his own orgasm finally creeping up on him. “Gonna cum in this pretty pussy. You want it mixed with Iyen-ah’s?” You respond with whiny pleads and nods, “Please! Please Minnie..! Pretty please…”

He bites into his lip as he finishes himself off, groaning as he fills you to the brim. Both of you ride your orgasms together until he finally pulls away to watch his dick slide out of you. The combined loads leave a thick white ring around his dick.

He doesn’t move away from you immediately, instead opting to shower kisses down your back and whisper praises against your skin. Then you both hear Minho stand from his chair. He slowly walks towards the bed after tucking himself in his boxers.“You still with us, Kitty?” He laughs when you nod feverishly and rasp out, “jus’ need water please..” Jeongin is quick to grab a water bottle out of the nightstand beside him and sit next to your now upright form. He holds the bottle and tilts it for you as they instruct you to take small sips.

When he leans away to return the bottle to the nightstand, your hands shoot out towards the oldest and he pulls you into his lap. Your arms wrap around his neck and pull him into a series of kisses. It turned into a slow and sweet makeout session until your hips started to ground down against his, his dick still hard and now sandwiched by both of your pelvis’. 

You whine into his mouth from overstimulation and his hands grab your hips to hold you in place. He’s the first to pull away from the kiss, smiling up at you when a deep pout forms on your face. “You sure about that, Kitty? They already put you through a lot.”

A cry is pulled from your lips, “No…! No please Min! I was good for them, I’ll be your good kitty too, please! I promise!” He hushes you and pushes you off him, moving to sit on the edge of the bed and laying back before signaling you with a ‘come hither’ motion. You’re quick to crawl back into his lap and grind against his dick impatiently.

“What’s your color?”

“Green.” When he stays quiet you whine and repeat yourself, “I said green! Green I swear! Min pleas-” He shuts you up by hooking a thumb in your mouth and pushing against your cheek, humming when you run your tongue along the digit and suck it.

“You like being our little cocksleeve that much? Hmmmm?” You give an eager nod and grind down harder, making him grin. “If you wanna be my good kitty you’re gonna have to ride me. How’s that sound?” You respond with a muffled agreement and he pulls you up just enough to rub himself along your folds. “So wet and messy down here.. The boys really did a number on you, huh?” He says it more to himself, and doesn’t even allow you time to answer before he’s sliding in.

You sink down all the way and throw your head back. Your legs shake against his hips and he smirks, running his hands up and down your thighs in an attempt to soothe you. Once you’re ready, you lift yourself and drop your hips against his a few times to test the waters. And once you’re comfortable, you set a slow but pleasurable pace and ride him almost weakly. His eyes are glued to your chest and he reaches up to grab a hold of your neck, using it to guide you forward and leaning you towards him so your chest is leveled with his face. The feeling of his tongue against your neglected nipple has your hips stuttering, but you’re desperate to please him so you quickly return to your efforts.

Suddenly there’s an extra pair of cold hands against your sweaty skin and Jeongin’s voice is heard from behind you, “Jagiya… Need you again..” He ruts against your ass and you moan when you feel how hard he is again. Minho reluctantly pulls away from your chest once he realizes what the youngest wants, and he locks eyes with you to make sure it’s okay. “We talked about it already, but are you sure it’s okay?”

“God, yes please..” They both smile at how fucked out you sound but ultimately nod at each other, and Minho holds a tight grip on your hips to keep you still as Jeongin pushes in next to him. He slowly pushes in as Minho lets a hand trail down to rub messy shapes into your clit.

“Deep breaths. We got you Jagi.” Minho mumbles into your ear, pressing kissing to your temple as Jeongin holds your ass cheeks apart to give himself more space to work with. When his hips finally stop you let out shaky breaths and try your best to not clench on them too hard. Jeongin’s hands are running up and down your back soothingly as Minho’s rest on your thigh, his kisses still being littered across the side of your face that he can reach.

They check once more that you’re okay before they start slowly fucking into you, stopping completely anytime they heard a hiss. Eventually, with the help of your last orgasms and the fucking within an inch of your life that Seungmin just gave you, you start to loosen up more. They take their time speeding up their thrusts, Jeongin doesn’t even dare to try and bottom out. But he does manage to push a few more inches into you as you loosen up more.

When your quiet whimpers turn to full moans, they don’t hold back as much and fuck harder into you. This goes on for a few minutes before a door opening and closing and a quiet “Holy fuck.” is heard from the missing third man.

“Jesus, pup..” Your face turns to look at him and he can see tears streaming down your face. He almost folds on the spot, but the sound of your voice calling out to him has him basically sprinting to the bed. He crawls onto the sheets and sits by your head, reaching a hand to stroke your hair as he pulls his phone out.

Seungmin lets out a breathy laugh at the way your eyes sparkle, and he takes a few pictures of you all fucked out between the two boys. You lean in to pull his boxers down but he swats you away. Instead, he grabs your face by your jaw and leans down to pull you into a kiss, occasionally dropping further and leaving wet kisses along your neck. “One more time for us, m’kay pup? Then we’ll be done and we can go take a shower.”

The two men inside you are close, their frantic moans and groans are telltale signs of it. Their ruthless fucking continues for another few minutes and it rips another orgasm from you, one that causes a death grip around them in your walls. Minho’s hips stop completely and he lets the erratic movements of the younger man help him ride out his orgasm. You can feel the combined mixture of their cum with yours pooling out of you and it makes Minho shiver when some of it trails down his sensitive dick.

When they’re finally finished, Seungmin pulls away from you and the two still shoved inside of you start to pull out slowly. You’re laid on your side as Minho slides from underneath you, and both men disappear into the bathroom as Seungmin scoots closer to you. He smiles and lands a soft kiss on your nose and allows you to catch your breath. He stands and you hear a few camera clicks before you look up to see his smirk behind his phone. You flip him the finger and he laughs loudly, “Fucked your brains out and you still have the energy for that attitude. sigh.. What are we gonna do with you, baby?”

The cloth he returned with earlier is used to wipe you down. He kisses apologies into your hip as he tries to clean your overly sensitive pussy as fast as possible. When he’s done, you notice the sound of the shower in the background, and Jeongin walks back into the room from the hallway with wet hair.

“Shower time Jagi!!” He smiles at you and leans down to place a kiss on your temple. Seungmin defensively pulls you against him and glares at the younger boy, “I got her. Go away ugly.” You wheeze out a laugh at the two bickering and are suddenly the victim of a kiss off. A “who can kiss you better” challenge that you weren’t even aware of until your face was suddenly sloppy from wet kisses.

It’s not until Minho walks out from his shower a few seconds later that the two stop their attacks, “What the hell? Okay, can one of you at least take her to shower so I can clean off my bed?” He grumbles almost angrily, but when you look over at him he has a small smile. Before Jeongin can even turn around, Seungmin is already helping you to your feet and walking you to the shower.

The rest of the night is a blur after that. The shower, the snacks, and the cuddle puddle were all fuzzy in your head. The last thing you remember before falling asleep was being on a new bed in a different room, and Seungmin pulling you as close to him as possible as the other boys left the room.

You lay chest to chest with him, your breaths matching with his, and his soft hands caressing your thigh while he places soft kisses against your lips. His pretty hands caress your cheeks and your eyes hold each other’s gazes between kisses. Part of you wonders where the other boys had gone, and if you had the energy to ask you would have. But when your eyes start to flutter closed out of heaviness and his fingers continue to stroke your skin, you don’t think you want to bother caring.

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[sadienita]

SKZ Reaction - When you’re not very cuddly or touchy

Chan

Okay he, like, kinda likes it. We already know he loves the members that run from his affection. How many times have we seen him capture Minho or Seungmin with the biggest grin on his face the whole time? If you don't mind a hug from time to time he’ll honestly have a lot of fun. He kinda loves that you don’t want his cuddles every second of the day but it will lead to him sneaking up on you for a surprise hug and kiss or else chasing you down the hall, giggling the whole way until he tackles you onto the bed. He will let you go quickly each time though, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. And he’ll always assess your mood before playing around too, if he sees you’re having a rough day he’ll ask how he can make it better, only ever touching you if you request physical comfort. He is a little sad that you aren’t up for bedtime cuddles most nights but more than once you’ve rolled over in your sleep and somehow ended up in his arms and it always melts his heart when it happens. Some part of you will always seek out some form of comfort from him no matter the situation.

Minho

He’s very okay with this. He doesn’t like being touchy all the time and honestly prefers small touches here and there to constantly being in contact. He will be a little sad if you don’t want to sit on his lap often, that’s maybe the one thing he would like but he respects your boundaries and he wouldn’t be happy knowing you were uncomfortable on his lap anyway. He loves the interactions you do have. He loves staring at you and giving you a soft smile and a slow blink when you catch him, a silent way to say “I love you.” He loves the light way you touch his arm to get his attention, like a feather. He likes the way you’ll absentmindedly link your pinkie with his if you’re both quietly taking in a beautiful view. He loves the gentle, soft way you touch his face to move his hair or remove the eyelash that’s fallen on his cheek. He likes your small, quiet way of loving each other.

Changbin

He doesn’t mind it too much. He likes a more casual touch with you so at first it’s not an issue but over time he has to find where the line is. He likes having an arm around you but knows you get uncomfortable if he does it for too long. It ends up getting reserved for when you’re out at a party together, a quiet reassurance that he’s right beside you. He does like holding your hand but he won’t initiate if it isn’t your thing. He will, however, giggle like a lovesick fool if you lace your fingers with his no matter the situation. He really adores it and cherishes those moments. He can be playful with it too. When he can tell you’re in a good mood he’ll suddenly try to scoop you up or if you’re very unlucky, he’ll run at you and grab you so he can use the momentum to spin you around; he is not always careful of your surroundings. He thinks it's fun to catch you off guard and make you squeal or yell, chuckling to himself every time.

Hyunjin

He’s honestly somewhat similar. He doesn’t need to be in contact with you 24/7 and he likes that you feel the same way. It takes so much pressure off that you don’t constantly expect hand-holding or cuddling. In fact, his favourite thing is being alone together with you. When you get to the point of comfortable silence he’ll start inviting you to come sit with him while he paints, or to come and hang out in the dance studio while he practices. Your presence makes him feel so calm and happy and he knows if he wants your attention it’ll be easy to get. When he’s painting he likes to reach over and touch you from time to time, just to remind you he’s right there. He’ll show you what he’s working on from time to time. He loves when you bring something to work on yourself and share your own progress with him. The fact that you value his opinion makes him feel so incredibly special. When he’s dancing he can be a bit silly, a grin drawing over his face before he flops his sweaty body on top of you simply to annoy. He does delight in that. When he does touch you it’s always so gentle, adjusting your clothes, fixing your hair or head covering, pressing a very soft kiss to your nose, forehead, or knuckles. He loves treating you with the utmost gentleness.

Jisung

It’s all fine at first. He’s nervous when you first get together, not wanting to screw it all up. And knowing that you’re not that into skinship means he can just avoid it. But as time goes on he wants to. He wants to hold your hand and hug you and kiss you and cuddle with you. For a long time he’ll just try to swallow those needs down, as if they aren’t filling him to the brim. But eventually, during a particularly hard week, he’s desperate to ask you for comfort. He still doesn’t call you over but when he misses plans with you you show up at his place and take no time at all to cradle him, wrapping him in your arms and slowly calming him down. He finally admits after that that he wants some contact sometimes. It takes negotiations and trial and error to find where the most comfortable boundaries are. He likes sitting next to you during movies, feeling your leg pressed against his, and he likes when you fall asleep on his shoulder. He likes when you doodle along his skin sometimes, absentmindedly. He likes when you play with his hair, it always makes him feel so cozy and sleepy. And he loves that when he’s struggling that he doesn’t even need to ask, you’re quick to wrap him in a warm hug and give him the comfort he craves, holding him together whenever he’s close to falling apart.

Felix

He has by far the most trouble with it. He wants contact with you all the time. He wants to put his arms around you. He wants to cuddle you. He wants to feel close to you. He does his best to respect your boundaries because the last thing he wants is for you to be uncomfortable with him. He stops himself every time he goes to touch you absentmindedly, bringing his hands back to himself. But he doesn’t consider his own desires much and over time it puts a strain on your relationship. He gets very needy for verbal affirmations of your love and constantly tries to do everything for you to prove that he cares. It’s when you get annoyed with how overbearing he can be about it and ask him to stop that he breaks down crying, admitting that he doesn’t know how to love you the right way. It devolves into both of you crying and sitting with each other, holding his hands the whole time. It takes more tears before he admits that he doesn’t feel loved, that he needs some form of contact and it makes you realize that he’s been so wrapped up in your needs and you’ve neglected his. From that point on you try to find where your comfort lies and what feels okay. You find that a quick hug and soft kiss feels alright. You find that holding hands for a little while feels alright. You find that small things like feeding each other food and letting him do small tasks for you makes him so happy. And you find that in cold weather, a little bit of cuddling for a short while is nice. You both pay attention both to your own levels of comfort and the other’s feelings much more.

Seungmin

He thought he would be fine with it but he realizes he touches you absentmindedly a lot more than he thought he would. A gentle hand on your back to let you know he’s passing behind you in the kitchen, reaching out to cup your cheek and run his thumb over it, grabbing your hand in crowded place, a back hug when he wakes up to find that despite you sleeping over, you’ve gone wandering off somewhere else in the apartment and he comes to find you. It definitely causes tension, feeling and seeing the way you tense up when his fingertips find your skin. It reminds him quickly but he seems to have a hard time not initiating in the first place. It takes you getting frustrated with him before you two agree to sit down and talk through where the boundaries actually are. In time he realizes that you certainly don’t like surprise touches and you realize that he feels a little unloved if you never touch him at all. You adopt little touches, petting or playing with his hair, pressing stray kisses to him as you pass, pulling his hand into your lap and gently playing with it while you watch dramas. He grows to tell you when he’s going to touch you, giving you a verbal indication that he’s nearby first and keeping his touches more brief when he does give them to you.

Jeongin

He ends up pretty comfortable with this. He likes to hug you or to hold your hand from time to time but it makes him shy to do it too much. And he doesn’t like doing it in public or around other people, feeling a bit embarrassed every time it happens. Instead, he loves other ways to show you he cares. He loves dressing you up. He will beg you to let him pick your outfits and gets so excited when you say yes. He’ll leave gentle touches on you when he helps you with any jewelry he’s picked out. He ends up touching you the most while posing for pics, both of you invested in getting a good picture. He does like to play with your rings if you’re wearing any but he lets you give him your hand before he does so. He also loves when you fix his outfit or hair; reaching out to straighten or adjust something. He’ll keep hugs brief and likes just to be near you more than anything. You bring him a sense of comfort whether touching him or not and relishes that.

[4linos]

fractured silence.

yang jeongin x idol!reader

synopsis: when your pregnancy complicates your secret relationship, the emotional distance between you and your boyfriend grows, leaving you unsure of where you stand and what the future holds.

warnings: pregnancy, angst, hurt/comfort, miscommunication.

wc: 5807

[fractured silence part 2]

The fluorescent lights above buzzed softly, casting a cold glow over the pristine bathroom tiles. Your hands trembled as they gripped the edges of the sink, the single test staring back at you with undeniable certainty. Two lines. A result that changed everything. A result that confirmed your deepest fear.

Your breath hitched, chest tightening as an overwhelming wave of emotions crashed over you fear, confusion, love, guilt. You covered your mouth with both hands, as if you could muffle the sobs that were threatening to break free. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not now. Not like this.

You had worked too hard, sacrificed too much to get where you were. You were an idol, a member of a four-member girl group under HYBE, standing at the peak of your career. Every step had been meticulously planned, every move watched, scrutinized, dissected by the public and the company. And now? Now you were pregnant.

The reality of it made your knees weak, and you sank to the cool tiled floor, arms wrapping around yourself in a feeble attempt to hold it all together. You weren’t just scared, you were terrified. Of what this meant for you, for your career, for your group. But more than anything, you were terrified of telling him.

Jeongin.

You had met him years ago casually, in passing, during award shows and music broadcasts. Back then, it was just polite greetings, stolen smiles, the occasional lingering glance that neither of you had acknowledged. But two years ago, everything changed.

A late-night conversation in a quiet corner of a backstage hallway turned into something more. A fleeting moment of vulnerability became the catalyst for a secret whirlwind romance, one that had started as a casual fling but had quickly spiraled into something deeper, something real.

At first, you had kept it hidden from everyone your members, his members, your companies. But secrecy had its limits. Eventually, the truth slipped out, first to your respective groups, then to your companies. You had braced yourself for backlash, for strict ultimatums, but instead, you had been met with quiet acceptance. They allowed you to be together under one condition: the world could never know.

And you had been okay with that. Because you loved him. Because he loved you. Because even in the shadows, your love had been enough.

But this? This was something no amount of secrecy could contain.

A soft knock on the bathroom door made you flinch, but you were too frozen in your panic to respond.

“Hey, are you okay?”

It was Jinae, your leader’s voice soft, concerned. Another knock followed, firmer this time. “We saw you come in here a while ago. You’ve been quiet ever since.”

You swallowed hard, trying to force the sobs back down your throat, but it was useless. The moment you tried to answer, your voice cracked, and that was all it took.

The door creaked open, and in an instant, they were there. Your members. Your sisters.

Their eyes widened at the sight of you on the floor, cheeks streaked with silent tears, shoulders trembling. No words were needed, they rushed to your side, arms wrapping around you in a protective cocoon, grounding you in the way only they could.

“What happened?” Minsu whispered, her hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.

You squeezed your eyes shut, clutching onto the fabric of their hoodies like a lifeline. And then, in a voice so fragile it barely felt like your own, you confessed the truth.

“I’m pregnant.”

Silence. A moment of pure, stunned silence.

And then soft shushing, gentle hands holding yours, arms tightening around you in silent reassurance.

You had expected judgment, disappointment, fear. Instead, all you got was warmth.

“We’re here,” Jinae murmured against your hair. “No matter what, we’re here.”

Tears spilled freely now, but they weren’t just from fear. They were from relief.

But even with their comfort, one thought still lingered at the forefront of your mind, a gnawing dread you couldn’t shake.

You had to tell Jeongin.

And you didn’t know if you were ready to face what came next.

Jinae, Minsu, and Chae were all huddled around you, their warmth the only thing keeping you from completely unraveling. Your breath hitched between sobs as you clung to them, your words tumbling out between gasps of air.

“I—I don’t know how to tell Jeongin,” you choked out, your fingers digging into Minsu’s sleeve. “I don’t even know how the company will react, or the fans, God, the fans. What if..what if they hate me? What if this ruins everything?”

Your voice cracked on the last word, the weight of your fears suffocating. This wasn’t just about you anymore. It was about Jeongin, your career, his career. It was about the life growing inside you.

Jinae, ever the leader, was the first to respond. She cupped your cheeks, tilting your face up so you had no choice but to look at her. Her expression was firm, unwavering. “Listen to me,” she said, her voice low but fierce. “You are not alone in this.”

Chae tightened her arms around your shoulders, resting her chin on your head. “She’s right. We’ll fight for you.”

Minsu squeezed your hand, her touch gentle yet steady. “No matter what happens, we’re here. We’ll stand by you, we’ll stand with you.”

Their words, their certainty, it should have eased you, but your heart still clenched painfully. You let out a shaky breath, shaking your head. “But what if Jeongin—” You hesitated, your worst fear clawing at your throat. “What if he doesn’t want this?”

The thought made your stomach twist. You loved him. He loved you. But this? A baby? It was something neither of you had planned. Something that could change everything.

Jinae didn’t hesitate. “Then we’ll handle it. We’ll figure it out. But you need to talk to him first.”

Chae nodded against you. “And we’ll be right here, no matter what happens.”

You let their words sink in, let yourself believe in them. Because despite everything the uncertainty, the fear you knew one thing for sure.

You weren’t alone. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough to give you the strength to face what came next.

Jinae’s hands remained firm on your shoulders, her thumbs brushing away stray tears as she met your swollen eyes with quiet determination. Her presence was grounding, just like it always had been. She was your leader, yes, but she was also your closest friend, someone who had seen you at your highest and now, at your most vulnerable.

She hesitated for a second before asking, “Do you want us to be there when you tell him?”

The question sent another wave of emotions crashing through you. The idea of having them with you, of not having to face this moment alone, was tempting. More than tempting. But this wasn’t something Jeongin needed to hear from a group. It was something he needed to hear from you.

Before you could answer, Minsu let out a dramatic sigh, folding her arms over her chest. “Just say the word, and we’ll be there for backup,” she said, puffing up her chest like a soldier preparing for battle. “And if he says the wrong thing—” She cracked her knuckles in exaggerated slow motion. “He’s gonna have to deal with us.”

You let out a choked laugh, half a giggle and half a sob, burying your face in your hands. “Minsu,” you sniffled, voice muffled, “you’re not going to fight my boyfriend.”

“No promises,” she muttered, crossing her arms.

Chae, who had been silent, reached up and wiped at your tears with the oversized sleeve of her hoodie, her touch delicate as if she were handling glass. “She’s just saying we’ve got your back,” she murmured. “No matter what.”

Your heart clenched painfully. How had you gotten so lucky to have them? These girls, your groupmates, your family were the only reason you weren’t completely falling apart right now.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your voice. “I need to do this alone. At least for now.”

Jinae studied you for a moment, making sure you weren’t just saying that out of fear. Then, with a small nod, she squeezed your hand. “Okay. But if you change your mind—”

“We’re just one call away,” Chae finished.

Minsu placed a hand over her heart dramatically. “Or, you know, one emergency text away from storming in like we own the place.”

You smiled, really smiled, even if it was small and shaky. “I know.”

For the first time since you saw those two lines on the test, you felt like maybe, just maybe, you weren’t as lost as you thought.

Now, all that was left was to face Jeongin. And that was the part that scared you the most.

The drive to Jeongin’s place was quiet, save for the occasional hum of the car engine and the soft clicking of Minsu’s nails against the steering wheel. She didn’t press you for conversation, didn’t demand answers you weren’t ready to give. Instead, she simply offered her presence, her silent support, exactly what you needed.

As she pulled up in front of his apartment complex, she shifted the car into park and turned to face you. “You sure you don’t want me to come up?” she asked, her tone casual, but the concern in her eyes betrayed her.

You exhaled shakily, fingers twisting in your lap. “I’m sure.”

Minsu didn’t argue. Instead, she reached over and squeezed your hand, tight and reassuring. “Alright,” she said. “But if you need anything, anything just call me, okay?”

You nodded, your throat too tight to form words.

She watched you for a moment longer before sighing and ruffling your hair playfully. “You got this.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you gave her a small, grateful smile before stepping out of the car.

As soon as the door shut behind you, your nerves skyrocketed. Your feet felt like lead as you made your way through the familiar hallways of Jeongin’s building, your heartbeat loud in your ears. You hadn’t even told him you were coming. You had no idea how he’d react.

Would he be excited? Confused? Would he… be upset?

The thought made your stomach twist painfully.

Before you could psych yourself out any further, you found yourself in front of his door. Your hands were trembling as you raised your fist and knocked.

A few seconds passed before you heard footsteps approaching. Then, the door swung open, revealing Jeongin in a loose hoodie and sweatpants, his hair slightly messy as if he’d just been lounging around.

His brows furrowed in surprise. “Hey, what are you doing here?” he asked, but before you could answer, he was already pulling you inside, pressing a sloppy kiss to your forehead, and wrapping his arms around you in a tight, familiar embrace.

The warmth of him, the scent of his shampoo, the way he immediately melted into you, it almost made you forget, just for a second.

Almost.

When he pulled away, his smile faltered. His gaze dropped to your face, taking in the red puffiness around your eyes, the lingering dampness on your cheeks. His hands came up to cradle your face gently, his thumbs brushing against your skin with concern.

His brows knit together. “Hey… what’s wrong?”

You opened your mouth, but no words came out.

“Did something happen?” His grip on you tightened slightly, his worry only growing. “Did the company say something to you?”

You shook your head, still unable to speak.

Jeongin exhaled sharply, his mind racing. “Did you go reading those stupid comments again? You know you’re not supposed to do that—”

His voice was a mix of frustration and worry, not at you, but at the world that always seemed to weigh too heavily on your shoulders. Because that was who he was. He always worried for you, always looked out for you in ways you never had to ask for. That was what you loved about him.

And that was what made this so much harder.

Because now, you had to tell him something that would change everything.

The dam you had been desperately trying to hold together finally shattered. The sobs came suddenly, violently, your shoulders shaking as the overwhelming fear and uncertainty you had been bottling up for days erupted all at once.

Jeongin’s eyes widened, his hands squeezing your arms in alarm. “Hey, hey—” His voice was urgent, frantic, yet unbearably gentle. “What happened? Please, talk to me.”

You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat, lost between ragged breaths and the crushing weight of your emotions. You felt like you were drowning.

Then, with a broken gasp, you forced the words out, barely above a whisper.

“I’m pregnant.”

The room fell silent.

You could feel Jeongin freeze, his entire body going rigid, his breath hitching. His hands, which had been holding you, suddenly stilled.

For a long, agonizing moment, he didn’t move. Didn’t say anything.

And that silence was enough to make your heart drop into your stomach.

Panicked, you quickly looked up at him, your eyes wild with unshed tears. “I’m sorry,” you choked out. “I—I didn’t mean for this to happen. I didn’t know how to tell you, I was scared—”

Jeongin’s head snapped up, his brows knitting together. “Why are you apologizing?” His voice was soft but firm, like he couldn’t understand why those words were even leaving your mouth.

You swallowed hard, tears still spilling down your cheeks. “Because..because your career is on the line. Mine too. If this gets out, if the company—” Your voice broke. “I don’t want you to lose everything because of me.”

Jeongin inhaled sharply, his jaw tightening.

Then, before you could spiral any further, he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away your tears with slow, careful strokes. His eyes, which had been filled with shock just moments ago, were now filled with something else entirely, something fierce, something unwavering.

“None of that matters,” he said, his voice steady, unshaken. “Not my career, not the company, not the fans, none of that matters more than you.”

Your breath hitched.

“We’re in this together,” he continued, his grip tightening ever so slightly as if to make sure you felt every word. “I don’t care what happens next, I don’t care how hard it gets. I love you. And I love our baby. Nothing, nothing is going to change that.”

A fresh wave of tears welled up in your eyes, but this time, they weren’t just from fear.

They were from relief.

Before you could even process it, Jeongin pulled you into a tight, almost desperate embrace, his arms wrapping around you like he was trying to shield you from the world. His lips pressed against the side of your head as he whispered against your hair.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured. “I’ll stay by your side. I’ll take care of you. Of both of you.”

You clung to him, burying your face into his chest as you sobbed, your fingers fisting the fabric of his hoodie like you never wanted to let go.

For the first time since you saw those two lines on the test, the fear didn’t feel so suffocating.

Because you weren’t facing this alone.

Jeongin held you for what felt like forever, his grip never loosening, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear. He didn’t let go, not even when your sobs quieted into soft sniffles, not even when the weight of your exhaustion settled into your bones. He just kept whispering reassurances, grounding you, reminding you over and over again that he was here, that he wasn’t going anywhere.

When he finally pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands stayed firm on your waist, as if he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go completely. His gaze softened as he took in your tear-streaked face, his thumb brushing against your cheek once more.

“You’re exhausted,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Have you eaten today?”

You hesitated, suddenly realizing you couldn’t remember the last time you had. The past few days had been a blur of anxiety, and the thought of food had barely crossed your mind.

Jeongin sighed, already knowing the answer just by the look on your face. “Alright,” he said, taking your hand in his. “Come on. You need to eat something.”

You blinked up at him. “Jeongin, I—”

“No arguments,” he cut in, his voice firm but gentle. “You’re not taking care of just yourself anymore, okay? And if you won’t do it for you, then at least do it for them.” He squeezed your hand before placing it over your stomach, his eyes flickering downward for the first time.

Your breath hitched.

It was the first time either of you had truly acknowledged it, the life growing inside of you.

Jeongin swallowed, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, slowly, his fingers brushed over your hand, over the space where, one day soon, there would be a noticeable bump. His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but the words never came.

Instead, he just let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head. “I still can’t believe it,” he admitted, his voice tinged with wonder. “We’re having a baby.”

The way he said it, with so much tenderness, so much awe, made your chest tighten.

You nodded, biting your lip as you looked up at him. “Yeah,” you whispered. “We are.”

Jeongin smiled then, soft and real, before leaning down to press a lingering kiss against your forehead. “I’m gonna take care of you,” he murmured. “Both of you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time, they weren’t from fear.

Jeongin pulled back, his usual playfulness creeping back into his expression. “But first, you’re eating.”

You let out a small laugh, sniffling as you wiped at your eyes. “Okay, okay.”

He grinned, pressing another kiss to your temple before leading you toward the kitchen, his fingers still laced with yours.

And for the first time since you had found out, the crushing weight of uncertainty didn’t feel so heavy anymore. Because no matter what happened next, you weren’t facing it alone.

-

Jeongin had always been sweet, thoughtful in ways that made your heart swell, but ever since you told him about the baby, he had become something else entirely.

Attentive. Overly concerned, even. But in a way that never suffocated you, never felt like too much.

He was always checking in.

Did you sleep well?

Did you eat?

Are you feeling nauseous today?

How’s practice? Don’t push yourself too hard, okay?

If you’re tired, tell your manager. Please.

At first, it had been through texts, constant little reminders that he was thinking of you, making sure you were okay even if he couldn’t be there physically. Then, he started sending things, small gestures that quickly turned into something your members refused to let go unnoticed.

It had started with food.

One day after rehearsal, you walked into the practice room to find neatly packed meals waiting for you, nutritious ones, carefully thought out, clearly not just random takeout. The delivery receipt had Jeongin’s name on it, and when you checked your phone, there was a simple message from him:

You need to eat well. Take care of yourself, okay?

The girls had pounced on that immediately.

“Ooooh, look at this!” Minsu had grinned, holding up one of the food containers. “Our girl is getting spoiled.”

Jinae smirked as she leaned over to inspect the meals. “Looks like someone’s boyfriend is taking this whole ‘taking care of you’ thing very seriously.”

Chae, the quietest of the group, had just nudged one of the bowls toward you. “You should eat,” she said, completely bypassing the teasing, but the small smile tugging at her lips gave her away.

You’d rolled your eyes, cheeks burning, but you couldn’t fight the warmth that spread through your chest.

Then came the flowers.

A few days later, a bouquet arrived at the company. Soft pastel roses, carefully arranged in a delicate wrapping. No extravagant note, just a simple card tucked between the petals:

For my love, just because.

Minsu practically screeched when she saw them.

“Okay, that’s it, he’s setting the bar way too high for every other man on this planet!”

Jinae snorted, plucking the card from the flowers and reading it aloud in a dramatic voice. “For my love. God, he’s such a romantic.”

Chae just smiled, watching you with knowing eyes as you shyly hid your face in your hands. “You deserve it,” she said simply.

And maybe that was the part that made your chest tighten the most. Because for so long, you had been terrified, terrified that this pregnancy would ruin everything, that it would push Jeongin away, that it would complicate your already messy, hidden relationship beyond repair.

But here he was.

Taking care of you in ways you hadn’t even asked for. Checking on you, making sure you were eating, sending flowers just to remind you he was thinking of you.

The girls were right.

You did deserve it. And Jeongin was sweet, thoughtful, proving day after day, that he wasn’t going anywhere.

No matter how many times Jeongin reassured you, no matter how supportive your members were, the anxiety never truly left. It sat heavy in your chest, a constant weight pressing down on you, whispering every worst-case scenario into your mind.

Telling Jeongin had been terrifying, but telling the company? Telling your manager? Telling the world? That was something you still couldn’t even begin to wrap your head around.

What would happen to your career? To his?

It was one thing to be secretly dating, it was another thing entirely to be expecting a baby.

Every time you thought about it, your stomach twisted, and no amount of Jeongin’s sweet gestures or your members’ reassurances could fully push that fear away.

And today, that fear nearly swallowed you whole.

It was just another fitting session, something you’d done hundreds of times before. Your group was preparing for another stage, and the stylists had brought in new outfits, fresh off the racks, tailored specifically to your measurements.

Except, when you stepped into the dressing room and slipped on the stage outfit, something felt wrong.

The fabric was too tight, pressing uncomfortably against your stomach in a way that made your breath hitch. You tried shifting, tugging at the seams, adjusting the zipper, nothing helped.

When you stepped out to show the fit, the head stylist immediately frowned.

“That’s… strange,” she murmured, tilting her head as she eyed you. “It shouldn’t be that tight. I triple-checked the measurements.”

Your stomach dropped.

Panic set in instantly, your mind scrambling for an explanation. The stylist had been working with you for years, she knew your size down to the millimeter. If something didn’t fit, there had to be a reason.

You forced out a small, awkward laugh, waving your hand dismissively. “Ah, yeah, I’ve just been eating a lot more lately,” you said quickly, hoping the excuse would be enough.

For a second, the stylist just looked at you, her brows furrowing ever so slightly.

Then, before she could say anything else, your members jumped in.

Minsu was the first to speak, her voice light, casual, but firm. “Yeah, she’s been snacking nonstop lately,” she said with an exaggerated grin. “Seriously, it’s like she’s making up for all the times we’ve been on diets.”

Jinae nodded along immediately, crossing her arms. “Not to mention all the meals her boyfriend has been sending her,” she added with a pointed look in your direction, smirking when your cheeks flushed. “She’s being spoiled, that’s all.”

Chae, ever the quiet but effective one, simply gave a small shrug. “We’ll just need to adjust the fit a little, right?” she said, looking at the stylist expectantly, as if daring her to push the conversation any further.

The stylist blinked, her suspicion still evident, but after a beat, she sighed and nodded. “Yeah… I’ll loosen the waist a little.” She gave you one last glance, eyes flickering with something unreadable, before jotting down some notes. “Let me know if anything else feels uncomfortable.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding quickly. “Thank you.”

As soon as she walked off, Minsu turned to you and nudged your side playfully. “You owe us for that one,” she teased, but her eyes were filled with understanding.

Jinae raised an eyebrow. “You might wanna start thinking about when you’re gonna tell the company, though,” she murmured, low enough that no one else could hear. “We can only cover for you for so long.”

You knew she was right.

But the thought of it made your stomach churn all over again.

-

The city lights flickered softly as you walked home, the cool night air wrapping around you like a quiet embrace. After the long day of rehearsals, fittings, and dodging suspicious glances from your stylist, all you wanted was to crawl into bed and let the exhaustion take over.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and when you pulled it out, Jeongin’s name lit up the screen. A small smile tugged at your lips despite the tiredness settling deep in your bones.

You answered on the second ring. “Hey.”

His voice was warm, filled with that familiar affection that made your heart ache in the best way. “Hey, love. Are you on your way home?”

“Yeah, just a few more minutes,” you replied, shifting your bag on your shoulder. “How was practice?”

Jeongin groaned dramatically. “Exhausting. Hyung is being a tyrant again.”

You giggled at that, already picturing the way Chan must have been pushing them to their limits. “Sounds like him.”

He huffed. “But enough about me. How was your day? Are you feeling okay?”

You hesitated for a second before sighing. “It was… fine, mostly.”

Jeongin didn’t miss the slight edge in your voice. “Mostly?”

You chewed on your lip, debating whether or not to tell him, but then decided there was no point in hiding it. “The stylist got suspicious today.”

There was a pause. “What do you mean?”

You took a breath. “During the fitting. The stage outfit was too tight, and she knew it wasn’t supposed to be. She looked really confused.”

Jeongin let out a low hum. “Are you..are you showing?”

“Not yet,” you admitted. “But I’ve gained weight. I know I have.”

The words tasted bitter on your tongue, the reminder that your body was slowly changing in ways you couldn’t hide forever.

But Jeongin only chuckled. “Of course you have, love. You’re growing a whole human in there.”

You rolled your eyes at his teasing tone, but your heart softened. “The girls covered for me, though,” you continued. “Minsu, Jinae, and Chae. When the stylist looked suspicious, they jumped in and made up excuses. They really had my back.”

“They always do,” Jeongin said, and you could hear the gratitude in his voice. “I need to thank them properly.”

You smiled to yourself. “They’ll probably make you buy them dinner or something.”

“That’s a small price to pay,” he said, and you could hear the grin in his voice. Then, after a brief pause, he sighed. “I, uh… I told Chan.”

You stopped walking.

Your grip on your phone tightened. “You told him?”

Jeongin exhaled. “Yeah. I had to, love. He’s my leader, he’s like my older brother. And I just… I couldn’t keep it from him.”

Your stomach twisted. “What did he say?”

Jeongin hesitated. “He was… upset.”

Your heart sank.

“How upset?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

There was another pause before Jeongin sighed again. “Upset enough that he sent me home early from practice.”

That made your chest tighten with worry. Chan was one of the most patient, level-headed people in the industry, if he had reacted that strongly, it meant he was seriously shaken by the news.

“I don’t want this to cause problems for you,” you murmured. “I don’t want him to be mad at you because of me.”

“Hey,” Jeongin said gently, his voice immediately soothing. “This isn’t your fault. And he’s not mad at you, he’s just worried. About me, about the group, about everything. But he’ll come around. He always does.”

You swallowed hard, still feeling uneasy, but you nodded even though he couldn’t see you.

Jeongin’s voice softened even more. “I know this is scary, but we’ll figure it out, okay?”

You closed your eyes briefly, letting the warmth of his reassurance settle over you. “Okay.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Just the quiet sounds of the city filled the space between you.

Then, Jeongin chuckled. “I love you, you know.”

Your heart stuttered. “I know,” you whispered.

“And I love our little bean, too,” he added, his voice full of something so tender it made your throat tighten.

Tears pricked at your eyes, but this time, they weren’t from fear. “We love you, too.”

Jeongin sighed happily. “Get home safe, love. Call me if you need anything.”

“I will,” you promised. “Goodnight, Jeongin.”

“Goodnight, my love.”

As you slipped your phone back into your pocket, the lingering warmth of his words stayed with you.

Maybe things weren’t easy. Maybe they wouldn’t be for a long time.

But at least you weren’t facing them alone.

For a while, everything had felt like it was settling into a new rhythm. You and Jeongin were figuring things out, navigating the challenges of your secret pregnancy, the unspoken tension of keeping things hidden, and the overwhelming pressure of your careers. The balance felt fragile, but you were managing.

He had been so incredibly supportive, texting you every day, sending sweet messages, checking in on you multiple times a day. Every night, you’d call him, sometimes just to talk, other times to vent, and sometimes to simply hear his voice after a long, tiring day. You felt safe, loved, and more than anything, supported.

But then, without warning, things began to shift.

It started slowly at first. You’d notice he wasn’t replying to your messages as quickly as he used to, or his responses seemed a little more distant, a little more curt. You chalked it up to stress from his own schedule, knowing how grueling idol life could be. You didn’t want to jump to conclusions, especially since he had been so caring up until then.

But the signs kept adding up, and eventually, you couldn’t ignore them anymore. His nightly calls were less frequent, and when you did talk, the conversations felt different. He was still kind, still affectionate, but there was something off. It was like he was holding something back, something he wasn’t saying to you.

You tried not to worry, but the doubt lingered in the back of your mind. What was going on?

Then one night, after you had sent him a text asking how he was doing and reminding him to rest, you called him, hoping to get a chance to talk and maybe figure out what was wrong.

But when he picked up, there was a coldness to his voice that you hadn’t heard before.

“What’s up?”

“Jeongin, hey,” you said, trying to sound casual, but the knot in your stomach made it hard. “I’ve been trying to reach you all day. Are you okay? Something’s been off lately. Have I done something wrong?”

You hesitated, waiting for his answer, but the silence on the other end felt like a thousand miles.

When he finally spoke, his tone was sharp. “You’re being really annoying lately. Why can’t you just let me be? I’m fine. Just... leave me alone for a bit.”

The words hit you like a punch in the gut.

“Wha—what?” Your voice trembled, unsure if you were hearing him correctly. “Jeongin, what’s going on? You’ve been distant, and I—”

“I said leave me alone,” he snapped, his voice suddenly laced with frustration. “Just stop. You don’t need to keep asking about everything. You’re annoying me.”

You stood there, frozen, the phone pressed to your ear as his words sank in.

“Jeongin—” you started, but he didn’t let you finish.

There was a soft click, and then the line went dead.

He hung up.

You stared at the screen in shock, your heart pounding in your chest. It was like the ground had been ripped out from beneath you.

What just happened?

The Jeongin you knew, the one who had been nothing but kind and loving, who had been so understanding, so supportive during everything, would never say something like that. You had expected him to be the one person who would never shut you out, but now it felt like he had just completely turned on you.

Was he angry? Had you done something to upset him? Or was it something else entirely?

The more you thought about it, the more the panic set in. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed, something big that you weren’t seeing.

But what?

You sat there, staring at the phone for what felt like an eternity, trying to make sense of the conversation, trying to understand where it had all gone wrong. But you couldn’t.

Your heart was racing, your hands trembling as you replayed his harsh words over and over in your mind. Annoying?

You had never heard him sound like that before. Not once.

The longer you thought about it, the more worried you became. What if he was pulling away from you? What if it was the stress of everything finally breaking him down, and now he was distancing himself because he didn’t know how to handle it? Or worse, what if something else was going on in his life that he wasn’t telling you?

You tried texting him again, your fingers shaking as you typed out a message:

Jeongin, please. I’m worried. What’s happening? Can we talk?

But you didn’t get a reply.

The silence that followed was the loudest thing you’d ever experienced. It felt suffocating.

You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t want to bombard him, but at the same time, the uncertainty was killing you. You couldn’t just leave it like this, not when it felt like the foundation you had been building together was cracking.

You stared at your phone again, feeling completely lost, unsure of what had just happened or how to fix it. All you could think about was how suddenly, everything had felt so right, and now, it felt like it was slipping through your fingers.

Why was he shutting you out? What had changed? And more importantly, could you fix it before it was too late?

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Jeongin loves to tease his hyungs with disgusted faces and slipping out of their hugs. But with you, whenever you're alone, that changes drastically. Innie turns putty in your hands, letting you trace your fingers all over his face, knowing you'll stop at his dimples for a while. They're cute, just like him, so who can blame you for that? A dopey smile grows on his lips whenever you play with his hair and massage his scalp, helping him relax after a long day.

Innie has a very specific pet name for you, which he hasn't said out loud for a long while. It's like his little secret, adoring you from afar, his heart growing at the fact that you're his. One day, he slips, muttering it against your hair when he's already sleepy. You pull back, gaping at him, and his eyes widen in pure shock when he realizes why. You don't dare to tease him about it, though, knowing he'd die from embarrassment.

If the boys wouldn't know better, they'd suspect you are just a pair of bickering siblings. The loving teasing, playful cursing, and playful fights definitely make it seem like you are. But the way you two get cuddly and share soft kisses proves everyone wrong.

Innie is used to being babied by his hyungs all the time, and if he's honest, he doesn't mind it one bit. Once he met you, he found someone he could baby for once. And oh, how he loves doing it. He takes upon Chan's tradition of "maknae first" and always makes sure you get the first bite, the first sip, the best view, the cuddliest blanket, or the most loving hug. In his eyes, you deserve nothing but the best.

Innie gets drunk faster than you do so it's your job to take care of him when he is. He trusts you with this, knowing you'll get him back home or safely to bed when he had a little too much. He gets so clingy when he's drunk it's adorable. You can't even remember the amount of times he has been hugging you and planting drunk kisses on your face, missing your lips with an adorable giggle. You've lost count of the times he's drunkenly declared his love for you in front of everyone, his words slurred but sincere, his arms wrapped tightly around you as if he never wants to let go. It's endearing, and even though he's a lightweight, you wouldn't change a thing about these heartfelt moments.

Innie, the baby bread who has a knack for acting like a grandpa amongst the bunch and you cannot say I am wrong. While he is a menace, yes, he isn’t one like Seungmin. No, this boy wouldn’t tease you for acting cute or taking care of him, instead, he would try his best to not be affectionate with you in public. A hard battle, one he often fails. But who could blame him, when you look that adorable, with such a sweet expression on your face? Certainly not him. So whenever you brush your fingers against his as you two walk, don’t talk about how fast he laces your fingers together, or how he silently takes off his coat if you seem cold. Let him be the little tsundere he is, otherwise he’ll pout, and you don’t want that at all.

Innie isn’t a big fan of skinship, click on any stray kids video if you need proof. But you’re an exception to that, to a certain degree. If you ask nicely enough, he’ll wrap you in his arms and have an all night long cuddle session. Other times, he wraps his arm around you protectively, not even a hiccup in the story he had been telling you, as if it was natural to him. Naturally, since you seem to be getting the VIP baby bread services that the boys aren’t getting, they all act incredibly jealous around you, all in a playful way. They tease both of you about this, which only results in their maknae getting flustered and chasing them around with heated cheeks and loud shouts. You don’t mind this at all honestly, their loud laughter and an embarrassed, cuddly boyfriend being your reward.

He would pay for your things, as expensive or cheap as they may be, he wouldn’t care at all. No, he would confidently raise his card towards the cashier, leaving you gaping up at him, admittedly a bit frustrated that you couldn’t pay for your bubble tea once again. And if you dared voice this, he would simply smirk at you, destroying your defences with that foxy smile of his. Damn him and his charisma.

When Jeongin plans a date, he makes sure every detail is perfect, from the timing to the location. His meticulous nature shows through in these moments, especially when he tries to incorporate activities he knows you'll love. He might feign indifference about the choices, saying things like "whatever you prefer," but you can tell he’s invested by how eagerly he observes your reactions. If you mention a fleeting interest in art, the next date might involve a quiet afternoon at a gallery, followed by coffee at a small café that he had scouted out weeks in advance. These thoughtful gestures don't go unnoticed, and they only deepen your appreciation for his caring and attentive ways.

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stray kids when you come out | ot8

synopsis: stray kids reacting when you come out to them. pairing: ot8!skz x lgbtq!reader genre: fluff! warnings: mentions of anxiety notice: hello, my loves! happy pride month! i know all of the stray kids members would be absolute sweethearts when you come out to them, so i drafted these little head cannons! depending on what you identify as, you can read this as a platonic or romantic pairing! without further ado, enjoy! :)

✧ bang chan

— "thank you for trusting me." your entire psyche felt relieved as bang chan immediately gave you the softest smile known to mankind and pulled you into a big, gentle, and warm hug. you knew coming out to chan would not be an issue in the slightest; he had always been such a caring, sweet person, and this reaction furthermore proved that. "i'm so proud of you, y'know that?" he rhetorically asked. "i know coming out can be scary." you chuckled, nodding into his chest; he briefly pulled away from the hug, asking if you needed anything— if you wanted to talk more, celebrate, or just chill together for the rest of the day. when you told him you just wanted to hang out for a little while longer, he nodded, the smile still plastered onto his face. "whatever you need. you can always come to me with anything."

✧ lee know

— "as if i didn't already know that" minho lightly joked, trying to bring humor to your anxious state as you came out to him. when your eyebrow arched, he chuckled. "y/n, we've known each other for how long? i'm going to know these types of things." he tried to play it cool in the typical lee know fashion, but you could see the softness behind his eyes. he stepped forward and ruffled your hair lightly, a sign to let you know everything was okay. you let out a sigh you did not even know you had breathed in before nodding, thanking minho for his reassurance. later in the night, minho checked up on you, bringing you your favorite snack and sitting with you in a comfortable quietude. "i appreciate you telling me, by the way, no matter if i knew or not. i'll always accept you for who you are."

✧ changbin

— "wait, are you okay?" changbin asks genuinely, taking you aback slightly before he continued. "like, how do you feel? are you nervous? happy? should we celebrate? do i need to beat up anyone who was mean to you?" you laughed intensely, telling changbin that you were okay, you were a mix of nervous and happy, and that no beating up was required. changbin is basically in full-on hype man mode when you come out to him; he is so, and i mean so, proud and supportive of you, and he might even tear up a bit because of how much pride he feels in his heart for you. later in the night, you chuckled as you viewed his Instagram story, a simple "happy pride month!" with a selfie of him holding a pride flag. you texted him shortly, thereafter, thanking him for being so supportive, to which his reply came only seconds later. "no need to thank me silly. supporting you is my life's work."

✧ hyunjin

— "oh my gosh, really?!" hyunjin gasps dramatically, smiling wide and pulling you into a tight hug. "i am so, so proud of you! and you are so valid and loved, and so much more!!!" hyunjin's support, although a bit dramatic, makes you feel overjoyed; you had been planning on coming out to him for a while now, and you figured with it being pride month that it was the perfect time to do so. now that you had, you felt immense relief that you did not have to feel like you were keeping a secret from him anymore. as soon as hyunjin breaks away from the hug, he wants to know everything. how are you feeling? how can he support you? what colors do you want to wear for a pride festival he is now spontaneously taking you to? honestly, hyunjin is the type of person who, after you come out to him, paints a portrait of you shrouded in your respective flag's colors. when he shows it to you, he beams, claiming it is the best work he has ever done. "it's because it shows you in your entirety, and there's nothing more beautiful than that."

✧ han

— he's silent. a bit too silent for the han you had come to know and love; it worried you slightly, but not for too long as han is immediately wrapping you tightly in his arms. "i've gotcha. i support you, always." you can finally breathe now, circling your arms around him just as snuggly and interpreting his previous silence as just trying to comprehend the information. shortly after, he starts bombarding you with questions—not in a nosy way, but out of genuine curiosity—like how long you have known about your identity, what exactly it means, etc. naturally, he will also start to humor the mood slightly with a plethora of jokes and puns. "so...does this mean we can share our hot celebrity crush lists now or..." you lightly smack him on the arm, to which he affirms he was just joking. he suggests celebrating the occasion by just spending the night in; after all, coming out on its own was probably already taxing enough, he thought. later, as you are lost in a random tv show, han speaks up. "about earlier, in all seriousness, i know that took courage, so i'm really proud of you. i'm glad you told me."

✧ felix

— "thank you for sharing that with me," felix says as he takes both of your hands in his, looking you dead in the eyes with a thoughtful, comforting gaze and matching smile. "you are so valid and so amazing; i hope you know that," he continues, bringing joyful tears to your eyes. felix is an absolute sweetheart when you come out to him, making it his sole mission to be your number one supporter. in an instant, this sunshine ray is ordering pride flag stickers off of etsy, or making you a small gift that matches your identity colors—or both. probably both, to be honest. felix definitely believes the occasion calls for baking together to celebrate, so he has his brownie recipe at the ready, prepared to spend the night munching down chocolate in celebration of you. midway through baking, as the brownies are warming up in the oven, felix wraps you in a tight back-hug, smiling brightly. "i'll always love you just as you are. remember that for me."

✧ seungmin

— "okay. cool!" seungmin says after nodding. he is incredibly nonchalant about you coming out; he does not want to make it some grand spectacle, mainly for your comfort, but also because he is just not that type of person. although he has a minimal outward reaction, you notice that he is extra gentle and thoughtful in little ways afterwards. for example, he quietly reminds you throughout the night that he is proud of you, perhaps while you both are just sitting in silence. he also shows his support in small ways, like keeping a sticker of your respective flag in his wallet or going to pride events with you. overall, seungmin is quieter about it, but he also reminds you that he does not think of you any differently in the slightest. "you're still y/n. no matter what you identify as, you're still my idiot."

✧ jeongin

— "really?! that's...actually really cool!" bless him. jeongin's eyes get all wide and sparkly as you come out, breaking into the brightest beam known to the universe. he is not overly loud or dramatic about it, but you can clearly see the excitement bubbling in his eyes. he is a bit awkward about it, but so genuine and sweet nevertheless; he tries his hardest to be a safe space for you, and he totally succeeds at it. he starts sending you cute memes or edits pertaining to your identity on social media apps, or he will edit a photo of you two together with your pride colors. additionally, he always reassures you that what you identify as will not change your dynamic in the slightest. "you're still my favorite person ever; you're just even cooler now!"

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