#minsung drabble

[h4nj1sunggg]

who? minsung x fem!reader genre: drabble a/n: I'm so sorry for not posting much but my exam session is killing me, I'll be back in two weeks!! wait for me >:)

minsung poly! where y/n is looking for some cat's food in a small shop, talking on the phone with a friend about the crazy idea of being a cat mom in her 20s, totally not expecting to see minsung kissing gin the hall where cat toys are.. and they notice her after, her mouth open wide in surprised like 'what the actual fuck is that', them being confused but then they notice the freaking miso's photo card on your pic holder attached to the bag that you're holding up.

"calling you later," you whispers a the phone, trying to take a step back and going from where you were coming, when a voice stops you, "wait!"

Your heart races as you clutch the phone in one hand and your bag in the other, fully prepared to disappear back down the aisle. But before you can make your grand escape, the voice stops you.

“Wait!” It’s Jisung. Of course, it’s Jisung. His voice is unmistakable—soft yet commanding in a way that sends chills down your spine.

Every instinct in your body screams at you to keep walking, to pretend you didn’t see the two men you’ve idolized for years kissing in the middle of a cat aisle like it’s the most normal thing in the world. But your feet betray you, and you turn around, clutching your phone and bag like they’re shields against the chaos you just witnessed.

“What?” you croak out, your voice shaky. Your gaze is glued to a suspiciously fluffy cat bed on the shelf behind them, absolutely refusing to make eye contact.

“Hey, no need to act like you just saw a ghost,” Jisung says, his tone light but clearly uneasy. “We’re just… uh, hanging out?”

“Is that what they call it?” you mutter under your breath, still avoiding their eyes as your brain replays the scene on loop like a cursed gif.

Minho, who has been silent so far, steps closer, arms crossed, and raises an eyebrow at your reaction. “You look like we’ve traumatized you for life.”

You blink rapidly, gripping your bag tighter. “I—uh—nope, not traumatized,” you lie, your voice an octave too high. “Just… buying cat food. Totally normal day. Nothing weird happened. Haha!”

It’s a terrible attempt at deflection, and they both know it.

Jisung looks between you and Minho, clearly trying not to laugh. “Are you… scared of us?” he asks, tilting his head like a confused puppy. “We’re not gonna eat you or something.”

“That’s what someone scary would say,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. You cringe immediately, heat rushing to your face. “I mean, no! I’m fine. This is fine. You guys do… whatever you’re doing. I’ll just…” You gesture vaguely toward the opposite end of the aisle. “…go that way.”

“Not before you explain this,” Minho says, pointing to the photo card of them hanging from your bag.

Your soul leaves your body. “Oh, that? It’s… uh… it came with the bag?” you try, wincing internally. Minho’s unimpressed stare tells you he isn’t buying it.

“She’s a fan,” Jisung says, grinning like he’s cracked some big mystery. “Right? That’s why you’re so weird right now—you know us.”

“Who? Me? A fan?” You laugh awkwardly, taking a shaky step back. “No idea what you’re talking about.”

Minho rolls his eyes, clearly over the theatrics. “You’ve got Minsung’s photo card on your bag, and you’re buying cat food. Do you think we’re dumb?”

You open your mouth to argue, but all that comes out is a strangled squeak. The reality of the situation hits you all over again: you just caught two of your favorite idols making out, and now they’re grilling you in a pet store aisle.

“Nope. Nope, I can’t do this,” you mutter, shaking your head and taking another step back. “I didn’t see anything. This didn’t happen. You guys don’t exist. Bye.”

Minho and Jisung exchange a quick glance as you attempt to bolt, but Jisung steps forward, his hands raised like he’s trying to calm a frightened animal. “Wait, wait, wait! Just… can we talk? Please? We don’t bite. Minho looks scary, but I promise he’s harmless.”

“I am scary,” Minho deadpans, but the flicker of concern in his eyes betrays him.

You freeze mid-step, throwing them a look over your shoulder. “Talk? About what? How you were just kissing in public, where literally anyone could see you? What were you thinking?”

Minho’s jaw tightens. “We didn’t exactly plan on putting on a show,” he says coolly. “It’s not like this place is packed.”

“Packed or not, I saw it!” you hiss, jabbing a finger at yourself. “A fan. Do you know how risky that is? What if I wasn’t—” You stop yourself, realizing you’re dangerously close to spilling your entire identity as a devoted STAY. “What if I wasn’t, you know… normal about this?”

Jisung blinks at you, a little taken aback. “You’re not exactly being normal now, to be fair.”

You glare at him, and his grin falters as Minho nudges him hard in the ribs. “Not helping,” Minho mutters under his breath before turning back to you. “Okay, fine. You caught us. We get it. But you’re not going to, like… shout it from the rooftops or something, right?”

You blink at him. “Shout it from the rooftops? Do I look like someone who’s ready to start a scandal? I’m too busy trying to figure out how to scrub this from my memory.” You shake your head, exhaling sharply. “Seriously, what were you thinking? You’re Lee Minho and Han Jisung, not two random guys in love at a grocery store. You cannot just… make out next to the catnip and hope no one notices.”

Jisung winces, glancing nervously down the aisle. “Okay, yeah, when you put it like that, it sounds bad.”

“It is bad,” you emphasize, lowering your voice but still gesturing wildly. “Do you have any idea how many fans would lose their minds over this? You’re so lucky it was me and not some TikTok-obsessed fangirl ready to post a blurry video.”

Minho’s expression shifts to something like mild panic, his cool demeanor cracking just enough to reveal a hint of worry. “Okay, okay, we get it. You made your point. But you’re not going to tell anyone, right?”

“Why should I?” you counter, crossing your arms. “I’m just saying, maybe next time, don’t risk it. Especially not in a pet store of all places.”

Jisung leans toward Minho, whispering loud enough for you to hear, “She’s scarier than my mom.”

Minho’s lips twitch into a smirk. “She’s got a point, though.”

You huff, adjusting the strap of your bag. “Look, I don’t want to ruin your lives or anything. I just… didn’t expect to see that when I came in here to buy cat food. So if we can all agree to pretend this didn’t happen, I’ll just—”

“You promise?” Minho cuts in, his sharp eyes locking onto yours. It’s not intimidating—it’s pleading.

You raise an eyebrow at him. “What, do you want me to sign an NDA or something?”

As you turn to leave, Minho suddenly calls out, “Wait.”

You freeze mid-step, again. Slowly, you turn back around, eyebrows raised in disbelief. “What now? Are you going to ask me to swear on my future cat’s life or something?”

Minho smirks faintly at your sarcasm but doesn’t take the bait. “No. I just think we should… exchange numbers.”

Your eyes narrow. “Exchange numbers? For what?”

“For… secret privacy,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Secret privacy?” you repeat, deadpan.

Jisung snickers beside him, biting back a laugh. “Wow, hyung, that’s not suspicious at all.”

Minho glares at him before returning his attention to you. “Look, in case something happens. You know, if you accidentally let something slip or decide to post about this.” He shrugs. “I’d like a way to contact you.”

You blink, processing his words. “So, what? You’re giving me your number as a bribe to keep my mouth shut?”

“More like insurance,” Minho corrects, crossing his arms.

“Insurance,” you echo. “Right. Because that doesn’t sound shady at all.”

“Hey, you’re the one who saw us kissing in a pet store,” Minho counters, raising an eyebrow. “You’re not exactly in the position to judge.”

You open your mouth to argue, but Jisung chimes in, grinning. “To be fair, he’s got a point. This is all a little… unconventional, isn’t it?”

You groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Fine. Give me your number. But if you start spamming me with cat memes or asking for cat food recommendations, I’m blocking you.”

Minho pulls out his phone, his smirk widening. “Noted.”

“Wait, hold on,” Jisung interrupts, eyes sparkling with mischief. “If she gets your number, I should give her mine, too. For fairness, you know. And, uh, backup insurance.”

“Backup insurance?” you ask, half-laughing, half-exasperated.

“Yeah, in case Minho forgets to text you or something,” Jisung says with a grin. “You never know.”

You roll your eyes but hand over your phone anyway. “You two are ridiculous,” you mutter as Minho types in his number, followed by Jisung.

“Ridiculous, but memorable,” Jisung quips, winking as he hands your phone back.

You stare at the new contacts saved in your phone, feeling like you’ve just signed up for something you’re not entirely sure about. “Okay. I’ve got your numbers. Are we done now? Can I go buy my cat food in peace?”

Minho nods, his expression unreadable. “Yeah. Just… don’t forget your promise.”

“And don’t forget to text us if you ever need cat advice!” Jisung adds cheerfully, earning another glare from Minho.

You shake your head, turning to walk away for what you hope is the final time. “I’m never shopping here again,” you mutter under your breath, clutching your bag tightly.

As you leave the store, you can’t help but glance at your phone again, the reality of the situation finally sinking in. You have the numbers of Lee Minho and Han Jisung in your contacts… and all because they couldn’t resist kissing in a pet store.

[honestlywig]

spoiled and soiled

18+, minors dni

summary: jisung gets desperate at an event and minho offers to take care of him.

cw: semi public sex, thigh grinding, coming in pants, desperate jisung, adoring minho

word count: 1.7k

AO3 link <3

The party was dull, the people were stuffy, and Jisung could not stop staring at Minho in his suit. He wears stuff like this all the time, why is he acting like he’s in heat. Minho had just about enough of it. He knew Jisung was a horny little fucker and adored him for it. But, he also rarely initiates anything. Even now, as clear as day, he’s turned on and can only stare at Minho longingly across the room. Minho could feel Jisung’s arm shiver with goosebumps when he would brush past him. He knew that look in his eye all too well. Those lost eyes, that pouty face, such a sweet thing, Minho muses to himself. 

But Jisung felt crazy. Unfortunately, his heartbeat had begun to travel, and with every pump his cock was beginning to grow. He crosses his legs chugging some ice water trying to calm down. Embarrassment was starting to creep in as he considered approaching Minho. He had his cock buried in his throat last night but suddenly now is far too shy to drag his boyfriend away to take care of him. He hated how needy he was, how he was never satisfied. Just one look at Minho and here he was trying to hide his boner from the cameras. His back tenses as he can hear Minho giggling quietly from across the room. He knows, he fucking knows and he’s laughing. Jisung’s eyes meet his and tries to playfully glare but Minho’s lustful gaze takes his breath away. His cheeks burn, his ears start to ring as he discreetly presses his palm over his bulge searching for relief. He tries to hide from Minho’s gaze and almost misses the way Minho was getting closer until he feels a strong hand on his arm.

He quickly steals Jisung away, dragging him into the closet by the hallway.

“Woah hey what's up?” He asks, trying to be casual.

Minho’s eyes darken unamused as he sits against a stack of chairs. 

“Come here” he orders. 

Jisung’s spine straightens as he follows. Minho lifts a hand to cup the now obvious bulge in Jisung’s pants.

“Jagi’s so hard isn’t he.?” He murmurs sweetly, throwing Jisung off guard. 

“I.. yeah, just that suit looks so good on you hyung, I.. I’m sorry..”

“Could have told me..I had to just watch you squirm, which I admit, was very cute, but, I told you to tell me when you needed me..” Minho pouts cutely.

“I didn’t think.. we’ve never done it in public babyyy” He whines, ears burning.

“Oh so you really can’t wait to get home.” Minho chuckles. 

Jisung gives him a pitiful look. Minho sighs, taking his hands and kissing his fingers. 

“Stop being so embarrassed… makes me feel like… you’re embarrassed of me..” Minho admits truthfully. Jisung shakes his head adamantly. 

“No, no I've never been embarrassed of you, never, hyung,” He says apologetically. 

Minho nods, sighing but still keeps his gaze down. Jisung frowns and reaches to cup his cheeks making their eyes meet.

“Hyung.. I’m sorry.. please..I need you.. I need you so bad..” he says, voice breaking into a whimper.

“Now was that so hard?” He teases.

“I’m sorry I’m so needy, hyung..” He continues to pout ears burning. 

“Don’t apologize. Sit.” He says casually.

Jisung turns to look around the tiny cupboard. Minho almost laughs and grabs his wrist, tugging him forward. 

“Sit..” He signals again, nodding at his lap. Jisung’s lips make an ‘o’ as he nods quickly and straddles Minho’s thigh. Both of their breaths hitching immediately at the contact. Minho’s thick thigh fits snug between Jisung’s thin legs. The strong muscle flexes against his sensitive groin and moans quietly at the feeling. He shyly lifts his gaze to meet Minho’s eyes and feels his hands find themselves on his hips. His chest rises and falls as his breaths become heavier and feels the air getting hotter. Before he starts to feel like he’ll suffocate Minho closes the gap connecting their lips. Jisung breathes him in, inhaling his scent, tasting his breath. He lets out a soft moan into his mouth as he keeps a hand on his nape. Minho tightens his grip on his tiny waist needing to feel him closer. Jisung feels dizzier each time Minho’s tongue meets his. Every graze of his teeth, the heat of his mouth, has Jisung twitching his hips pressing into Minho’s thigh harder. He grasps at Minho’s shoulders to ground himself as he starts to feel his cock ache between his legs. He hesitantly rocks his hips and pants out a curse. He’s so hard, he feels out of breath just sitting there. He looks down staring at his hardness throbbing against Minho’s thigh. 

“Come on then..” Minho smirks licking his lips

Jisung in a daze looks up. “Huh?”

Minho chuckles and slowly but strongly drags Jisung’s hips up his thigh up and back down ripping out a surprised whimper from him. His heartbeat picks up, his chest prickles with heat.

“Are you sure..?” Jisung whispers.

Minho rolls his eyes and drags his hips again. 

“Mmmph..” Jisung bites down in his lower lip. Minho tsksing raises his hand to Jisung’s face cupping his jaw. He takes his thumb and pulls Jisung’s bottom lip from out under his teeth. 

“None of that. Want to hear you” Minho whispers against his lips making Jisung shudder and nod obediently. 

He then feels his hips move, stuttering on their own, grinding against him. He lets out a soft gasp at the friction. 

“Mmm.. Minho..” He murmurs under his breath. 

Minho grips his jaw giving him a messy kiss, loving how his name sounds falling out of his lips. 

“Yeah? You feel good Sungie?” He holds his chin to look at his cute pleasure filled face.

“Yeah.. so good..” he breathes out lips wet from their kiss. 

“Then keep going..” Minho grins giving a good smack to Jisung’s ass as he starts slowing down. 

Jisung whines in response, blushing at how desperate he feels. He moves faster feeling a buzz through his entire body. He pants out curses as the pressure feels too fucking good. He stares dreamily into Minho’s heavy lidded gaze, not really believing this is all happening in a closet with reporters, and friends right outside. Minho simply smiles cheekily back. 

“I always know what you need mm? Right Jagi?..” He coos kissing down his neck. Jisung whimpers feeling his hips stutter. “Hyung always takes care of you huh?” He starts sucking gently on his throat.

“Always.. you always know mmmph..” He replies breathlessly. His jaw remains lax as moans start to spill out more freely. Sweat starts to build up and trickle from his brow. 

He wants to slow down, if he keeps this up, along with Minho’s words, he’s a goner.

Minho feels his hips slowing again and groans.

“I told you to keep going.” Minho reminds him sternly.

“I.. I can’t, I’m close, if I keep going I’ll come..” Jisung squeaks out cheeks burning. 

“You’re gonna come already? When I’ve barely touched you?” The elder teases nibbling on his ear lobe.

Jisung whines in embarrassment and nods. Minho nips again on his flushing ear. He presses a sweet kiss to his cheek and leans back to look at him.

“Then come.” Minho says simply gripping his chin. Jisung’s eyes widen and furrows his brows cutely.

“But… I’ll ruin your suit” he pouts. God, Minho wants to just ruin him.

“Ruin my suit then.. see if I care..” Minho breathes out, he’s almost as desperate as Jisung.

Jisung gulps trying to detect his bluff. He’s serious. 

“..won’t be the first piece of clothing of yours I’ve stained.” Jisung jokes breathlessly. Minho hums a smirk.

“Won’t be the last.” He whispers, biting Jisung’s lip and tugging his hips to move again. 

“Minho..” Jisung chokes out a moan, he tucks his face into Minho’s neck. He’s intoxicated with his scent and the feeling of his hot skin against his lips. He pants out breathy moans, kissing any skin he felt. He desperately grips tighter onto Minho, who takes over doing the work for him. 

“That's it.. you gonna come in your pants baby?” Minho coos kissing his jaw and giving his bum a good squeeze.

“Mmm yeah.. gonna come for you..” Jisung babbles out.

“Good.. give it to me then, need to feel it Jagi..” He orders with a final smack on Jisung’s ass. 

Jisung gasps out a whimper, his hips shake as he feels the white hot heat burn through him. 

“Shit… fuck..Minho..” He garbles out weakly clinging to Minho as he feels warm sticky cum shoot through his suit pants and seep into Minho’s thigh. It feels almost like his cock won’t stop twitching. His nails dig into Minho’s shoulder as his body heaves with each rope of cum he throbs out. He bites into Minho’s neck whimpering at the all too intense feeling. Minho groans as the wet patch expands, completely soiling Jisung’s suit pants, as well as his own suit pants. Minho made sure to give his hips a few extra drags so he could ensure Jisung had no more cum to give him. Jisung whines, hips jerking in sensitivity. Minho rests his forehead on his letting out a moan feeling the wetness through his trousers. He kisses him deeply but gently, stroking his cheek comfortingly. He then pecks his nose and lips making Jisung flush. 

Jisung melts into his broad chest curling up like a cat, still panting softly. Minho cradles him close, rubbing circles on his back and kissing his temple softly.

“You alright?” He asks sweetly.

Jisung hums, nodding.

Minho chuckles softly endeared by the sight. He gently scratches his scalp, fingers flowing through his hair. 

“You did so well.. So pretty, "he murmurs, kissing Jisung’s forehead. 

“Thank you baby… just give me 2 minutes and I can get on my knees” Jisung promises with a breathless voice.

“Oh? Is that right?” 

Knock knock knock.

“Cars leaving in 10, with or without you two!” Kim Seungmin shouts muffled through the door. 

Minho lets out a cackle as Jisung hides in Minho’s neck. 

“Fuck off Kim Seungmin!” Jisung groans.

Minho laughs harder, wiping a tear. He smiles goofily at Jisung.

“Okay, get on your knees then.” Jisung laughs but obeys.

“You two are ridiculous.” Seungmin groans walking away. 

[iknow-youknow-hyunho]

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minho's eyes were beautiful in the same way black holes were: dark, and vast, and made you afraid to get too close for fear you might be sucked too far in to ever escape. still, there were constellations sprinkled across them; something sparkly and horribly inviting. deceptively safe. made it impossible to stay away.

jisung's eyes shone in a different way. it was like they were full of clouds, in that they could also make you leave the ground; you'd find yourself floating if you looked into them too long. but somehow you knew there'd be a safe, soft place to land still, something to cushion your fall if you flew too high.

both made it hard to breathe, in their own exhilarating way.

sometimes jisung couldn't breathe in a bad way, when the air got too thin in his head. he'd inhale only flat air and minho would have to remind him how to take deep breaths.

when jisung felt too sensitive – when the clouds thinned and the sun attempted to burn his eyes – minho was there with the galaxy, his endless night. a cover of safety. a velvet blanket dotted with diamonds, blocking out the harsh light. a darkness in which he would let nothing get to jisung, always by his side.

jisung thought that black holes were misunderstood sometimes. he thought that they could be a beautiful place, one you didn't want to escape.

and nowadays he and minho could get lost in each other easily without being afraid. it wasn't something they'd expected, or planned.

but why fear falling when you already have?

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A/N: I wrote this after seeing that picture of Jisung, and my brain just instantly went: head in the clouds. I need to write him a million love poems. Turned into a Minsung drabble instead. <3 hope u enjoyed.

[chrisbangsbf]

Minho/Jisung

Explicit | 728 words

Tags and Warnings: accidental voyeurism to consensual voyeurism, developing relationship, masturbation

AO3 link

Minho hadn't meant to catch Jisung masturbating, he really didn't. He was just here to give Hyunjin his sweater back. He truthfully didn't even know the younger boy was even home– thought maybe he'd be at the company with Chan and Changbin. But after hearing soft groans coming from Jisung's room, he decided to check in on him before leaving, just in case something was wrong.

He should have known better.

Everything felt like it happened in a flash. How in the world he went from standing wide eyed in the door with Jisung nearly screaming as he scrambled to cover himself up to sitting on the edge of the bed and watching Jisung touch himself is beyond him. But he takes a second to appreciate that the best possible outcome has chosen to grace him. 

They have been tip-toeing the line of best friends and dating for a long time now, sharing kisses and wishful words in the rare moments of privacy they'd get, but they'd never gotten to this. Nothing besides some heavy petting and naughty texts. Nothing like Jisung shyly spreading his legs to show off the shine between them. 

He's beautifully flushed from head to toe, hair tousled and lips swollen from where he had undoubtedly been biting them. He looks so debauched that Minho has a hard time not pouncing on him right away.

"It's not that I don't want you to fuck me," Jisung pauses, hissing as he squeezes the tip of his cock, "I just want to take things between us a little slower."

"I know– it's okay," Minho reassures him, hesitantly resting a hand on his out-spread knee. He's so warm. "I'm okay with just watching," he adds mischievously, making a show of letting his eyes scan up and down Jisung's naked body, "–if you're okay with that, I mean." 

"Oh," Jisung gasps, twisting his hand in a way that makes a deliciously wet noise. Minho shivers. "That's really fucking hot, actually."

"Then show me how you get off, jagiya."

And fuck, is it a beautiful sight. Jisung continues jerking his cock and pinching at his nipples until his body is shaking, quiet moans making Minho's own cock throb desperately in his pants. All he does is press a palm down over himself to alleviate some pressure, wanting to focus all his attention on the other. But it becomes even harder when he watches Jisung slip a hand between his legs and press a finger to his lube-slick hole.

"Hyung," he whines, adding the slightest bit of pressure.

Minho gulps, without even looking up. "Yeah?"

"Can't wait until this is you," he says, sliding two fingers past his rim at once, lips falling open in pleasure. 

"Fuck, me too, baby. You look so pretty right now," Minho curses. He feels much less embarrassed to be staring so hard when Jisung's eyes start fluttering open and closed, working a third finger inside himself as well.

Either the stretch must feel incredible or his words are affecting Jisung much more than he's letting on, because Minho sees his dick twitch in his palm, precome pearling in his slit. Minho so badly wishes he could lean forward and suck it clean, but it's immediately spread down Jisung's length to make the slide even wetter. He can tell he's close.

"Let me see you come," Minho mutters, eyes half lidded and so so desperate to see Jisung fall apart. It feels like all he needs in life at the moment. "Go on, come for hyung."

Time sort of seems to stand still for a moment when Jisung finally arches off the bed and reaches his high. Eyes screwed shut, he comes with a choked whimper, and Minho watches in awe as his hole clenches, as come drips down his knuckles and pools at the base of his tummy. It's incredible.

When Jisung reopens his eyes, they're heavy and tired and they immediately flick from Minho's flushed ears down to where he's still digging his palm into his crotch. Jisung smirks. He doesn't offer to help, and Minho doesn't ask.

"Maybe next time, you can touch," Jisung pants, reaching out to drag Minho down by the collar of his shirt.

Next time.

Minho blinks down at him. It feels like he's suffocating in the best kind of way. "But?"

"But for now, please kiss me." 

[minttangerines]

THIS! ALL OF THIS! The way he gave OC privacy while seeing if this is what she wanted. Jisung's impatience. The attentiveness.

Hi I wanna be anon ❤️‍🔥 PLZ?!!

Request: Lino whose shy gf has an oral fixation. She tells him that she craves his mouth to be on hers (tongue fucking each other) but also craves to being eaten out at the same time. This calls for one of his member to help 🤭🤭

❤️‍🔥 is all yours! I’ve added you to the anon list :)

Warning: smut below! mdni.

“Truth,” Jisung says to Minho, sitting back on his heels as he reaches out to grab the joint from his grasp.

The three of you spend your Fridays like this a lot lately, on the floor of your shared apartment, getting high in your living room and stuffing your faces with greasy takeout food.

Although your neighbors aren’t partial to it (windows can only air out so much of the pungent smell, after all), they’re some of the happiest moments you share alongside your boyfriend and his best friend. Buzzed on the simultaneous joy of getting high and knowing that tomorrow is Saturday, your stomachs almost too full of sausage pizza and the shared laughter as you spill gory details of your life to each other through party games.

Minho thinks briefly, tilting his head up to look at the ceiling, before smirking at Jisung and speaking.

“Who’s the last person you got off to?”

Jisung pauses a moment, a sheepish grin growing on his face as he responds, barely above a whisper.

“My ex,” he says, earning a loud laugh from Minho.

“Dude, that’s so embarrassing. It’s been like, 3 years now.”

“I know,” Jisung groans. “I can’t help it.”

“You need to get laid,” you chime in, reaching for the joint from Jisung as he folds his hands in his lap.

You bring the roll to your lips, inhaling deeply and feeling the delightful burn as it hits the bottom of your lungs, exhaling with a stifled cough and passing it along to your boyfriend.

Minho smiles at you, leaning in for a kiss, which you passionately reciprocate. Jisung waits patiently for another question, his eyes flickering past your locked lips and up to the ceiling, feeling shameful when his gaze darts back down to watch you both.

Minho’s tongue glides along your bottom lip, smiling against you as you part your lips and grant him entrance, his tongue skillfully darting in and out of your mouth. A silence falls over the room as nobody speaks, but the sounds of saliva and tongues dancing along each other is loud as Jisung watches you both, admittedly a little turned on at the sight.

“Dude, it’s your turn,” he finally says to Minho, now a little bothered by his own reaction.

“Sorry,” Minho says, pulling away slightly to still graze his lips over yours. “She likes her mouth busy.”

You scoff back at Minho, a little flustered, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips again. Jisung’s breath hitches a little in his throat as he watches you both, jealousy bubbling in his chest as Minho speaks about you. He can’t remember the last time he kissed someone the way Minho gets to every day, much less be sexually intimate with.

“I don’t need to hear the gory details,” Jisung replies frustratedly.

“You’re watching, though,” Minho points out. “I’m just providing the facts.”

“Minho,” you say with a chuckle, hitting his arm lightly. “Don’t tease him,”

“Okay, okay,” he says, his arms up in surrender. “I digress.”

“We’re skipping you,” Jisung says, turning to face you this time.

“Y/n, truth or dare?”

You pause to think for a moment, toying with the pizza crust on your plate as he waits.

“Truth,” you say, shooting him a comforting smile.

Jisung’s eyes flicker between the two of you, taking a breath before he asks his question.

“What’s your weirdest fantasy?”

He half expects Minho to protest the question, which seems to overstep a lot of boundaries in his book, but Minho doesn’t- he just takes another bite of his pizza and waits for your answer, too.

“Hm…” you hum, cheeks flushing a robust shade of pink at the question. “You’re going to think I’m insane.”

“No I won’t,” Jisung responds, a breathy chuckle escaping his lips. “Can’t be more embarrassing than jacking off to your ex.”

“Okay,” you begin, shooting a shy smile at both of them.

“Kissing Min,” you begin, pausing briefly.

“That’s it?” Jisung queries.

“While,” you continue, the guys both perking up at your words. “Getting eaten out.”

Even Minho turns to look at you, furrowing his brows. “Really? You never told me that.”

“I was too scared to,” you say to Minho. “If I wasn’t buzzed right now I still wouldn’t have.”

“How’d you pick that one?” Jisung asks, curiously aroused.

“It just plays in my head a lot. Every time he kisses me for long enough I get all wet, and then he has to do something about it. But then I miss his lips on mine, y’know? Like he said, I like my mouth busy, but I want to cum. I dunno, it’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid,” Minho interrupts, crawling toward you and cupping your face in one palm. “I would’ve done something about it if I knew.”

He leans into kiss you again, and Jisung rolls his eyes, watching frustratedly as the two of you make out in front of him for the nth time tonight. Only this time, Jisung’s interest is piqued when he sees Minho reach a hand down to your skirt, rubbing his middle finger gently over your clit and smiling against you when he feels you gasp into his mouth.

“You are wet,” he says curiously.

You pull away to nod, crossing your legs and avoiding eye contact with Jisung, hoping he didn’t witness the little act.

“You want to do something about it, baby?” Minho whispers tenderly, covering your body with his to keep some privacy from Jisung.

“What?” You inquire, furrowing your brows together. He gestures a little at Jisung behind him, earning a confused look from you.

“You want him to…” you begin, confused at his implication.

“He’s been staring all night,” Minho says in a whisper. “I won’t mind. It sounds kinda fun, actually.”

“Really?” You say, and Jisung grows irate behind you both.

“Guys, are we playing or not?” He questions with a groan.

With a small nod, Minho smiles back at you, turning to face Jisung.

“I’ll let you taste her,” he says, putting out the joint and meeting his gaze.

“What?” Jisung says, his cheeks already growing hot at the words.

“You heard me. You want to eat her out?”

Jisung stutters, unable to form a coherent thought, much less affirm what Minho is asking. “I- uh…is this like, some prank?”

“It’s not a prank,” Minho says, his tone turning serious.

“You haven’t done anything in forever, she’s horny, I’m too buzzed to go down on her properly. I’m giving you this one-in-a-lifetime opportunity to eat out my girlfriend while I watch. Are you in, or no?”

Jisung’s gaze catches yours, too, where your eyes are wide, curious with lust. You silently pray he’ll say yes to the offer, eager to calm the growing ache between your legs.

“I mean… only if she wants to,” Jisung finally says, still scared he’ll be reprimanded by Minho. But Minho just nods at the two of you affirmatively, gesturing you to the edge of the bed.

You eagerly oblige, resting your weight back on both palms while you take a seat on the edge of the bed, legs spread for Jisung as you flip up your skirt for him.

“Come here,” you say encouragingly. “I won’t bite.”

Minho smiles at your words, assuming his position behind you and tilting your face toward him.

“Just start whenever,” he says to Jisung, smiling before diving in to kiss you again. His tongue is all over yours like it was before, the lewd sounds teeming around the room all over again, exchanging saliva and little moans into each other.

Jisung nervously scoots forward, on his knees below you, his nose grazing your still-clothed cunt.

Minho was right- you are wet, a patch of dark gray visible on your light gray panties, the scent alone making him dizzy with anticipation. It’s been ages since Jisung got to pleasure someone, and it’s not until he’s right in front of you that he realizes how badly he wants this, too.

Without another second to spare, he tugs your panties down so they’re pooled at your ankles, the sight making him gasp. Your pussy is sopping, juices spread generously around your folds and painting your pulsing clit, practically luring Jisung to taste you. You moan a little as the cold air hits your bare skin, and Minho uses it as an opportunity to pull back a little, sucking on your tongue as he continues to tongue-fuck you.

Jisung swallows harshly, wondering momentarily if he’ll regret this, but he’s ridden with lust, and the implications don’t really matter right now. He lowers his face into your folds, licking one stripe upwards with his flattened tongue, watching intently as you arch up into his face.

Minho holds your hips down, smiling when he takes note that Jisung’s started, evident by the drool trickling down your lips.

Jisung licks another stripe, and then another, and another, until you’re trembling above him, legs coming around to clamp around his face.

“God, that feels so good,” you say, pulling away from Minho momentarily to push Jisung further into your pussy. You turn your attention back on your boyfriend, who trails his lips down to your chin and back up again, coating you in his equally needy saliva.

Jisung finally latches his lips around your clit and sucks harshly, earning a pornographic moan from you as his plump lips stimulate your bundle of nerves and make you shiver.

He’s completely lost in the taste of your arousal, feeling his mind go blank as all he can taste are your tangy juices on his tongue, your wetness seemingly never ending as Minho kisses you again and again. Jisung can’t help but groan against your cunt, feeling his own hard-on begin to grow against his abdomen as he sucks a little harsher against you.

When he pulls away to breathe, you’re glistening in his saliva, your juices pulsing erotically from your entrance at the stimulation.

“Fuck,” Jisung breathes, his eyebrows arched up in pleasure. “You’re so fuckin’ wet for this. You weren’t kidding about this being a fantasy.”

You chuckle lightly against Minho, relishing in the way he shoves his tongue a little further down your throat, swirling around your mouth to gather your saliva all over his.

Jisung gathers a wad of spit in his mouth, spitting harshly on your clit as you moan into Minho’s mouth, before diving back into your pussy and giving you long, repeated licks up your folds.

He begins to make out with your cunt now, mirroring the way Minho kisses you, his tongue darting out harshly to graze over your clit and swirl his spit around. Your moans are much louder now, hardly being able to kiss Minho back as your hand flies to Jisung’s scalp to push him into you.

“Stay still for me, baby,” Minho says with a smirk, directing your face back toward his and shoving his tongue down your throat again.

When Jisung’s tongue darts into your entrance, you gasp in pleasure, arching desperately into his face and beginning rhythmic grinding movements against his tongue. As you ride his tongue, your moans are muffled into Minho’s mouth, who pins your hips down further against the bed to keep your attention on him.

Jisung alternates between making out with your cunt, kissing your folds and your clit breathlessly, and then moving further down to fuck you with his tongue.

Your head is spinning in pleasure, your entire body feeling as though you’re levitating as you near your orgasm. You open your eyes momentarily, which have been shut blissfully in pleasure, to take in the view around you- Jisung’s face buried deep in your cunt as his mouth glistens with your juices, and Minho’s slender fingers angling your chin toward him to keep your mouth busy.

It’s certainly not the way you’d expected tonight to go, but you’re not complaining, your entire body trembling as you feel yourself get close.

“Mm- I’m gonna- Min, I’m gonna cum on his face,” you say, warning your boyfriend as you pull away to gasp down at Jisung.

He trails kisses down your bruised neck, meeting your lips again as he delivers repeated chaste kisses and pushes your hips up against Jisung.

“Cum, baby. This was for you, right?”

You nod desperately, gripping his forearms for support.

“Cum for him,” he says, smiling against you. “Want you to finish on his tongue. Feel good, using my friend for pleasure like this? I’d do it myself, but I know you like to keep your mouth busy. Can’t get enough of this pretty little mouth.” He kisses you again, muffling your response with his tongue.

Jisung latches onto your clit at your admission, sucking harshly and moaning against you. You grind against him in riding motions, chasing your orgasm as both of them continue to tongue-fuck you so skillfully and deliciously. And then with trembling thighs, you clasp your legs around his face, feeling your clit pulsate as your entrance gushes cum onto his tongue, coating his face in your release as you moan breathlessly. He remains down there as Minho kisses trails of saliva off you, lapping up at your release like a starving animal, his eyes still hooded with lust from the pussy-drunk state he’s in.

Jisung finally pulls away from you when Minho does, wiping his mouth with the back of his chin and panting heavily. Minho tenderly wipes your chin with his thumb, climbing off the bed to get you a towel.

“All good?” Minho says casually, like it’s a regular occurrence amongst the three of you. You nod at him, looking to Jisung for a reaction.

Jisung nods too, wincing a little bit, and you furrow your brows in response.

“Alright,” Minho says, making his way to the door “Jisung, you go take care of that,” he explains, gesturing to the massive hard-on Jisung flaunts underneath his flannel pajama pants.

You understand now, giving him a little nod as he exits the room to the bathroom. When he’s out of sight, Minho joins you on the bed again, rubbing his thumb across your cheek lovingly.

“Was it okay? Do you feel good?”

“It was so much better than I imagined,” you respond, giving his spare hand a little squeeze.

“I’m glad,” Minho says, bringing a towel down between your legs. “Just want you to feel good, okay? Next time, you don’t have to wait on a game of truth or dare to tell me what you want.”

And the atmosphere doesn’t feel any less awkward when Jisung returns after a few minutes, scarfing down the remainder of his pizza, like it’s a regular occurrence amongst the three of you.

[leriexoxo]

My Stray Kids Recs (nsfw)

This is just a list of SMUT fics and drabbles that i have read personally and they stuck with me.

Theme: M for mature

Minors do NOT INTERACT!!!

Please let me know if the links dont work ❤️

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Bang Chan

Rough sex with Bang Chan

Vermillion

Heat of the moment

Cheating on you ft. Changbin

Take a seat

Leeknow

Misery loves company

Two truths and a lie

Tattoo artist

Lonely wine

Changbin

Untitled

Sharing a bed

Deep talk

Hyunjin

Jury’s still out

Dressing down

Surprise

Han

Something like love

Everything has changed

Let me blow your mind

Felix

Lost luggage

Breeding kink with felix

Strawberry delight

Seungmin

August is a fever

Muffled moans

Kinktober day 15

Prove it

What happens when

Illicit affair

Group movie night with seungmin

Backseat

Brrr

Jeongin

Mirror mirror

Round and round in circles

Drunk with jeongin

Ot8

Messy messy boys

Use as you please

Series

What happens when

Sharing a bed

The art of pleasure

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I’ll keep updating the list after i read more ❤️❤️ please reblog and leave a like 👍

[yuna542]

~Yours~

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: 18+, bullying, manipulative behaviour, Smut, under 18 DNI!, pet names, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, Overstimulation, explicit smut, confessions, fluff, bdsm, mentions of alcohol, Minsung happening!, Han and Minho in a secret relationship

Word Count: 13K

Note: I really loved writing this. Let me know what you think

"What's wrong?" came Chan's soft voice, catching you off guard.

You blinked, still staring at your phone. You'd been glued to the screen longer than you'd realized.

"Nothing," you answered quickly. Too quickly. You forced a smile and grabbed your makeup kit, pretending to tidy up the mess of palettes and brushes on the vanity table.

Chan raised a brow, slipping his phone into his pocket. He leaned forward in his chair—never a good sign. That meant he didn't believe you. That meant you now had his full attention.

As the stylist and makeup artist for Stray Kids, you'd been spending nearly every day with them for the past few years. The team felt more like family lately, mostly thanks to Chan's warm and grounded energy that pulled everyone together even though it was the most stressful season.

"She's lying," Minho muttered as he walked past, already in his hoodie, bag over his shoulder. The concert had ended an hour ago, but you were still here, frozen in thought, barely making progress packing up. The messages on your phone had taken you somewhere else, somewhere you didn't want to return to.

Minho knew you better than anyone. You owed this job to him. You'd met backstage years ago, when he was still dancing for BTS and you were working as their part-time makeup artist. You always believed in him, and when Stray Kids became his reality, he returned the favor by getting you on the team.

You'd known the boys for a long time. Minho had kept you distant at first, worried one of them would flirt with his best friend. But on tour, things changed. You grew close. Bonds were built. Trust, laughter, late-night chats. And Chan... Chan had a way of making you forget how careful you were supposed to be.

"You're restless... something's bothering you," Chan said, eyes following the frantic way your fingers rearranged brushes that didn't need rearranging.

"In two hours we're flying back to Korea," you said flatly, dodging.

"Y/N," he said gently, but you cut him off with a dismissive wave. "It's nothing. Really."

But your phone lit up again—and this time, you weren't fast enough. Chan caught the name.

"Who's Madison?" he asked, voice casual—but not really.

Hyunjin came closer, overhearing as he set down his controller, apparently done playing with Felix for the night.

"She's... no one. Just a college friend."

The college you'd dropped out of to chase this dream.

Minho, now lounging across the sofa, immediately sat up, and his expression darkened.

"Madison? What does she want from you?"

You closed your eyes briefly and exhaled. You should've said nothing.

"She just wants to meet up. When we get back."

Chan tilted his head, studying you.

Minho stood now. "You're not actually going, right? After everything?"

The others looked between you, confused.

"Who is this Madison?" Seungmin asked.

Before you could reply, Minho cut in—his voice sharp and unfiltered.

"She's a manipulative bitch who used to tear Y/N apart every chance she got. Her and her group of plastic princesses treated her like she was dirt."

You sighed, tugging your bag onto your shoulder. "It was years ago, and you only met her once."

"Once was enough," he growled. "The way she looked at you—like she was doing you a favor by breathing the same air."

And you knew he wasn't wrong.

Madison had been cruel. High-maintenance, charming to the outside world, and poison behind closed doors. She'd called you a friend while whispering about your insecurities, making you feel like you'd never be enough.

"I just want to see if maybe she's changed," you said quietly.

Minho shook his head, already defeated. He knew he couldn't stop you.

⸻

"You work for that band now, right? Stray Kids?" Madison asked. For the fourth time already.

You forced a laugh and nodded, sipping your drink. "Yeah. I'm their stylist and makeup artist."

The table of women—each more dressed-up and decked-out than the last—oohed in excitement. They were the same group from back in uni. Expensive shoes, heavy perfumes, and surgically precise smiles.

The night had started surprisingly fine. You'd hugged, exchanged the usual "You look amazing" lies, and made small talk. Madison had even said your outfit was "so effortlessly cool." But as soon as you mentioned the band's name, her mask began to slip.

"Wait, how did you get into a company like that?" Madison asked, tilting her head like a confused kitten. "That's a huge label. Don't they look for people with real credentials?"

There it was.

You took a long sip of your gin tonic. "One of the members. We've known each other for years. He recommended me."

"Ooooh, insider connections," one of the girls purred, nudging another. "So who is he? Hyunjin? Felix? I heard Felix is close with all the girls."

"No. Minho. Lee Know. We worked together before Stray Kids."

"Ahh. Makes sense. I mean, with a dropped-out degree and... let's say modest experience, it would've been super hard to make it otherwise." Madison smiled sweetly and placed her hand over yours, pretending concern.

"But that's okay! You've always been resourceful."

Your jaw clenched. You wanted to scream. Instead, you nodded. "We've always supported each other. That's how we made it."

Finally, she withdrew her hand—but the smug gleam in her eyes didn't fade.

"I think Changbin's the hottest," one girl blurted, breaking the tension with giggles. "He has that rough vibe."

"I'd go for Han," another chimed in. "Cute, funny, probably a freak."

"God," Madison laughed, sipping her drink. "What about you, Y/N? Eight hot men, and not one tried something? I would've had a boyfriend by week two."

You smiled tightly. "We're all friends."

"Really?" Madison asked, tilting her head. "All that time together, and not one kiss behind the scenes? Not even a late-night affair?"

You shook your head, heart sinking.

"I mean, come on," she laughed.

"If Bang Chan would just smile at me, I'd let him ruin my whole life. You don't think about that? Or do you already have a thing with him?"

The blood drained from your face.

"We're close," you said quietly. "That's it."

"Mhmm," Madison hummed, exchanging a look with her blonde friend. "Well, if you ever get tired of being his comfort person, just give me his number, yeah?"

You blinked at her.

"I mean, idols need someone exciting, right? Someone with class. And let's be honest—you're sweet, but..." She gave you a smile that made your stomach turn. "Sweet isn't always sexy."

You stared down at the table, vision blurring slightly.

"But hey, professional boundaries, right?" she added with a laugh. "That's why you work there and not someone like me."

The table shimmered under the soft lighting of the lounge, half-empty cocktails scattered like fading illusions of a good night. Madison's laugh, high and polished, cut through the murmur of the music like a blade wrapped in silk.

Madison smiled sweetly.

"So be for real. You're really with them now. Like, full-on part of their team?"

You nodded, careful. "Yeah. Styling, makeup, performance looks... I work with their creative director too."

"Wow." She sipped her drink. "I mean, I guess someone has to do that stuff. But I didn't know they'd go for someone so... low-profile. You always were kind of the quiet one, weren't you?"

You tried to laughs softly, brushing it off, but by now everything that was coming out of you, where silent huffs.

„I guess. I just like to stay behind the scenes."

"Oh, totally. It's your thing, right? Being invisible but helpful. Like in Highschool! You always carried my bag and didn't complain once!"

Everyone laughed at this little anecdote about you, which was obviously just to make you even more insignificant.

Another sip. Another smile. The others glance at each other and giggle, unsure if it was a compliment or a slap.

Your heart stings even more, but you hid it with a practiced smile.

Madison leaned in again with that annoying smile.

"And what's it like? Traveling with them? Living in that world—glitz, lights, screaming fans. Do they even see you? Or are you like... furniture?"

The table snickers. One girl fake-gasps, "Madison!" But it's playful. No one's really calling her out.

You're tone is cold by now.

"They treat me well. We're a team."

"Hmm." She stirred her drink with her straw. "That's cute. You're kind of like their emotional support stylist. A little older-sister energy. Or like a pet? No, wait... like a really loyal assistant. You're just always there, right?"

Your throat tightens. You sipped your drink just to have something to do.

Madison changed her tone, syrupy-sweet again

"Back to Chan! Tell us everything."

„Maddy you're obsessed!", one girl laughed.

You stiffened slightly.

"He's so dreamy on camera. Is he like that in person? Or is it all PR and lighting? I just can't believe he's not that hot in real life too.

You hesitated but couldn't resist to smile when you thought about him. His smell, the messy hair and his hugs, which were the best thing after a stressful week when he just wants to see your smile again.

"He's real. Grounded. Kind."

Suddenly she's mock-gasping:

"Awww. You're really blushing. That's adorable."

She leaned over to the others.

"She's totally in love with him. Like she used to be in college. Remember? Her little Badboy-phase? I guess some things never change."

The table bursts into laughter. Your chest burns.

Y/N:

„We're friends... He never... We're just good friends."

Madison tilted her head, pouting.

"I mean, you have to know he's out of your league, right? Like, if he never tried to hook up with you even though you're spending so much time, I mean—men are easy—I think you're just not his type" she waved a hand dismissively.

„He would be head over heels for you though, Mads", some other girl said, all of them giggled in unison.

Your lips parted, but no sound came out. You wanted to leave so bad.

She smirked.

"Maybe he keeps you around because it's comfortable. Like an old hoodie. Not sexy, but familiar."

Some of the girls held their hand before their mouths, there she added quickly, "Oh my God, that was rude—sorry!" with a laugh, clearly not sorry.

Another girl joined in:

"But for real, if he's single, you should just shoot your shot, Mads. You're totally his type."

Madison grinned.

"Right? I mean, I wouldn't say no to a little K-pop prince. Maybe I'll drop him a DM. Unless Y/N's marked her territory?"

She raised an eyebrow across the table at you like it's all fun, like this isn't a series of sharp little knives landing over and over.

You were barely holding it together by now. It was so much worse than you could imagine.

"He's not a prize to win."

"Aww. Spoken like someone who already lost."

That's it. It was enough.

Your chair scraped softly against the floor as you stood up, the noise drowned in the thrum of the music.

"I'll be right back.", was everything you could get out without exploding.

No one stopped you.

Not even Madison, who just said over the music:

"Don't cry in there, babe. You'll ruin your eyeliner. And that wing is the best thing you've got going tonight."

You didn't cry in the bathroom.

Not at first.

You stood there, gripping the edge of the sink, cold marble against trembling fingers. You stared at your reflection, at the winged liner Madison had just mocked. At the eyes that looked dull and distant now. Your dress clung to you, your skin too warm, too exposed. You didn't recognize yourself.

You weren't sure if it was the drinks, the music, or the words still echoing in your mind like poison.

"Sweet isn't sexy."

"She's not his type."

"You're like furniture."

You tried to shake them off. You tried to laugh them away like you used to in college. But they hit differently now. Now that you'd spent all this time working your ass off. Now that you'd finally built something real. Now that you—

Now that you were starting to fall in love with someone who probably never even looked at you that way.

Chan.

His name was a weight in your chest.

The warmth of his hoodie when he'd draped it over your shoulders during late-night rehearsals. The way he always remembered your coffee order. The softness in his eyes when he asked if you'd eaten. The jokes. The quiet comfort. His scent on your pillow when you accidentally fell asleep backstage and he'd stayed to keep you company.

And then... Madison's voice again:

"If he's never tried anything, you're just not his type."

Something cracked. Quietly. But completely.

You sank onto the closed toilet lid, pressing a hand over your mouth. Not to muffle sobs—yet. Just to stop breathing so loud. Like the room might hear you fall apart.

You weren't enough.

Not stylish enough. Not hot enough. Not exciting enough. You were just... there. Like an old hoodie.

Tears blurred your vision now, spilled before you could stop them. Your eyeliner was ruined. You let out a shaky breath—then another. And then—

⸻

Your makeup was holding on—barely. Your composure, not so much.

Your fingers hovered over your phone again.

It was the second time Chans name was on your screen. He called you right after he saw that you were online. Almost as he waited for exact that moment.

Maybe it would help.

Just... hear his voice. Talk to him and forget this stupid evening for a second. And if you wouldn't answer the phone he would just be worried.

"Y/N?" came Chan's voice, soft and warm like a lighthouse in a storm. "Hey. Just checking in. Is everything alright?"

You opened your mouth to say yes, but it caught in your throat.

"Y/N?"

"...Hi," you finally breathed. "Yeah. I'm... it's fine. Just loud in here."

"You okay?" He paused. "You don't sound fine."

You tried to clear your throat quietly, wiping under your eye with the back of your hand. "I just needed a breather."

There was a beat of silence.

"You're crying," he said, quiet but certain. "What happened?"

You shook your head, even though he couldn't see. "It's nothing. I'm just being stupid. I shouldn't have come here."

"Is it Madison?" His voice darkened immediately. "What did she say?"

You let out a broken laugh, trying to hold yourself together. "God, where do I start?"

"Start anywhere," he said, softer now. "I'm here."

You pressed the phone tighter to your ear, leaning back against the cold tile wall.

You stayed silent for a while. Trying to hold yourself back, make him believe everything was perfectly fine.

But the moment he said your name with so much concern, everything broke out of you.

"She said I'm invisible. That I'm just... there. Background noise. Not hot, not exciting. Not the kind of girl anyone would choose. All the things she told me back in Highschool all the time."

You swallowed hard. "She talked about you a lot She's really into you, Chan. Maybe you should make a move", your voice sounded mocking, strong, but Chan just huffed.

„I told her we're just friends but she just wouldn't stop..."

Silence.

You kept going, the dam breaking wide open.

"She made it sound like I'm pathetic. Like I'm your pet or something. Said you probably keep me around because I'm familiar. Comfortable. But not sexy. That I'm like some old hoodie—soft and safe but not wanted."

Chan still didn't speak. You could feel how tense the silence was, like the air had thickened.

"She laughed about how I used to follow her around, how I carried her bag in high school. She said I don't belong in the world I'm in now. That someone like me shouldn't be working with someone like you."

You wiped at your eyes again. "And the worst part is, I believed her. I actually... started to believe her again. That I'm not enough. She's right... We're just friends and I'm happy about that, but I'm definitely not in your league."

"Y/N," Chan finally said, his voice lower than you'd ever heard it.

You waited, throat tight. And immediately you regretted everything you said.

"You listen to me right now," he said, steady and calm—but there was fury underneath. "She doesn't know who the hell she's talking about. And I swear to god, if I hear one more word like that out of her mouth—"

"Chan..."

"No," he interrupted, his voice softening but still firm. "You're not invisible. You're the only one I see. Every day, you walk into a room and suddenly the air feels different. Calmer. Better. You're the reason I sleep at night when things get bad because I know you're there the next morning. Doing my Makeup, cheering me up no matter what. Your the reason the team holds together sometimes. You are everything she isn't, and that's why she hates you."

You bit your lip, your chest tightening.

"Please just forget what I said." you whispered. "Falling apart over a stupid night out... I shouldn't have said anything. You're probably busy."

"You don't have to be strong all the time," he said gently. "Not with me."

A pause. Then, lower:

"Where are you right now?"

"Club down by the water," you said quietly. "VIP section. Madison rented a booth."

There was a beat of silence.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm coming."

"No—Chan, you don't have to—"

"I'm already in the car. We're getting back at that bitch, together. You'll see. Just play along!"

And then the phone was dead.

You stared at the screen until it faded black and suddenly you woke up, when you understood that he would really come.

As fast as you could, you touched up your makeup, got your hair done and breathed in and out several times.

The bathroom door creaked open.

You stepped out, trying to collect yourself, as you walked back to the booth.

As soon as you arrived you almost stumbled over your words:

„There she is! What were you doing so long? We thought you ran off", Madison laughed and you didn't need to guess what they talked about when you were gone.

„No, I had a call... It could be that..."

But that's when all of the pair of eyes were averted and glued to the entry of the VIP-Section.

He was actually there, walking in without having to show his ID. The security knew exactly who he was, since the boys were here often.

Bang Chan. Jeans-Jacket thrown over a black Shirt, eyes burning with quiet fury—but softening instantly when he saw you.

He must have already drove off while you were talking on the phone. How could he be here so fast?

His hair was messy, falling into his forehead, his face outrageously handsome and you could feel how the air tensed. All the girls and especially Madison made sounds that almost sounded like chickens.

„Omg that's him", they squeaked.

Immediately you stood up, ran up to him.

You placed a hand on his chest to stop him before he could reach the table and whispered, "What are you doing?"

When you looked up at him, you had to hold your breath. He smiled, wrapped his arms around your waist, and his thumbs slowly began to circle over your hip bones.

"At least pretend you're happy to see me."

"No, that's not... Channie, I don't want them to know I cried in the bathroom like a little girl because they were mean to me. Please—this is just going to get really awkward for you."

He didn't waver, just looked at you calmly, then gently placed his hand against your cheek. He had never touched you like that before.

"You look incredible. That dress is seriously hot on you," he murmured, eyes trailing down your body.

Your cheeks flushed so deeply you thought you might actually faint. What was he doing?

"Come on. Let's have a good night," he said with a smirk and tugged you toward the table.

The whispers stopped instantly the moment you two arrived. Every single girl stared at him in stunned silence.

"Hey," Chan said casually. "I was nearby, called Y/N to see what she was up to, and thought I'd drop by on my way back. Hope that's alright?"

Madison was the first to recover, her voice a squeal. "Yes! Totally! Have a seat!"

She patted the empty spot right next to her, already inching aside, but Chan didn't even glance at it. Instead, his eyes stayed locked on you—and only you.

And then you realized... he was still holding your hand.

Without letting go, he led you around the booth and sat down to your left, deliberately placing you between him and Madison.

The tightness in Madison's jaw could've cut glass.

Back at the table, it was all fake smiles and weirdly timed laughs as Chan settled in beside you like he belonged there. Like he did this every Friday night. His arm slid behind your back, casually draping along the booth's edge, his fingers barely brushing your shoulder. You were hyper-aware of every inch of him, of how close he was, of the warmth radiating off his body.

And the worst—or best—part? He wasn't even pretending. This wasn't some over-the-top performance. He was relaxed, charming, soft-spoken, and all of it was for you.

"Y/N told me you guys go way back," he said, voice smooth as honey, glancing around at the girls with a perfectly polite smile. "That's cool. Always nice to meet her friends."

"Totally," Madison said, her voice tight as she took another sip of her drink, eyes flicking between you and Chan like she couldn't decide whether to smile or scream.

"God, you're even hotter in real life," one of the girls whispered, not even trying to hide it. "I didn't think that was possible."

Chan chuckled politely. "Thanks. But I think Y/N's the one turning heads tonight."

That shut everyone up for a second.

Your heart skipped several beats. Madison looked like she'd swallowed her lip gloss.

He wasn't done.

"You should've seen her earlier," Chan went on, eyes drifting to you again. "I told her she looked good enough to shut down traffic. Guess I was right."

Someone choked on their drink. You didn't dare look at Madison. He was doing that full aware and he had fun with it.

Chan leaned in slightly toward you, voice lower now—just for you. "You okay?"

You nodded, still dazed, not trusting your voice yet.

"Good," he murmured. "Because I'm not letting you disappear on me again tonight."

You blinked at him, startled, but he was already smirking at his glass, swirling the amber liquid inside with effortless grace.

He lifted his glass, still watching you. "You okay, sweetheart?" he asked, drawing out the word like it belonged to you alone.

You nodded stiffly, pulse hammering in your ears.

"Good," he murmured.

Madison's smile faltered. She recovered with another sip of her drink. "So, Chan," she purred, "Y/N tells us you two are just friends?"

He finally turned toward her, but the look in his eyes wasn't curious—it was cold amusement.

"Yeah," he said with a slow, lazy grin. "That's what she says."

The girls around the table giggled, but there was an edge of uncertainty now. Madison tilted her head.

"Just friends," she repeated, trying to sound playful. "But you came all the way here for her?"

Chan didn't miss a beat. "She's worth showing up for."

You stared into your drink, and he reached over, rubbing a hand between your shoulder blades, his touch intimate and familiar.

"I mean," Madison pushed, "that's sweet and all, but don't you usually go for—" She paused, her eyes flicking over you. "Someone a little more your speed?"

Chan raised a brow slowly. "Oh? And what speed do you think that is?"

"I don't know," she giggled, too high-pitched. "Someone a bit... flashier?"

He smiled—but it didn't reach his eyes.

"You know," he said, voice smooth like honey over ice, "Loud, shiny, easy to spot. That kind burns out fast."

He leaned closer to you, the side of his thigh brushing yours. "It's the steady glow that stays with you. That's the one that warms you up at night."

Madison opened her mouth to say something, but the waitress arrived before she could, holding a tray of shots.

Chan leaned back, giving you a wink. "Perfect timing."

The table whooped, tension shifting into distraction as glasses were passed around.

"Come on," Chan said, handing you one. "One night off. Let go a little."

You hesitated, but the way he looked at you, like this night was yours and his alone, made you forget everything else.

You took the shot.

Then another.

And another.

„So you're like friends with benefits? Or dating? Come on tell us!", another girl exclaimed and Madison almost killed her, by just looking at her.

Chan tilted his head. "What do you think?"

You tried not to combust on the spot.

„It's pretty much up to her now ..."

You weren't even sure how many drinks you'd had by now. The club was buzzing louder, your skin was tingling, and Chan had moved even closer, his thigh pressed firmly against yours now under the table. There were Shot after Shot, Cocktail after Cocktail. You didn't know how he was able to act that convincing. It couldn't be real, but why would he do all that? Just to get back at them? All that effort just for a small revenge he shouldn't even care about?

The conversations were flowing by now and everyone adored Chan not just for his looks in no time. But he played his part way too well.

He leaned in again, his cologne warm and clean and a little dangerous, and said quietly in your ear:

"You're either ignoring me... or trying really hard not to look like you want to kiss me."

You turned to face him, heart tripping.

"That obvious?" you murmured, lips barely an inch from his, starting to grin like an idiot. You were playing around, trying to get back at Madison, but it felt so real, that your heart was pounding like crazy. And you knew your heart would be shattered at the end of this evening.

Chan gave a slow, satisfied grin and leaned back just enough to look at you properly.

„Only to me."

Before you could reply, ask what this was about, Madison cut in again.

"So, Y/N," she chirped, swirling her drink. "Are you, like, seriously not sleeping with him?"

You blinked.

Chan tilted his head slightly, gaze sharpening like a blade, but his voice stayed calm.

"Madison," he said, smiling like a wolf. "Do you usually talk about other people's sex lives at the table?"

She flushed, laughing. "I mean, sorry, but come on. You're both just so... intense. Like, all the eye contact and brooding. It's kinda obvious something's happening."

Chan shrugged lazily. "Maybe we like keeping things to ourselves. You ever try that?"

"Ouch," someone muttered from the other side of the table. There was giggling. Madison had no chance against the sass of Chan. He was the Leader of 7 chaotic men, who where Teenagers when they started. He knew exactly how to put someone in their place.

You hid a smile in your drink.

But Madison wasn't done. She leaned toward Chan this time, lips pouting, voice syrupy sweet. "I mean, no offense, but it's just... unexpected. I thought you would go for girls who are, I don't know"

"Shallow?" Chan interrupted smoothly.

She blinked. "No. I was gonna say... bolder. More exciting."

He gave a half-smile, slow and dangerous.

"Trust me," he said without taking his eyes off you, "she's plenty bold. She just doesn't need to prove it by being loud all the time."

That shut her up. The entire table went quiet for a second.

You could feel your face heating, but Chan wasn't done. He turned toward you again, resting his arm along the back of the booth, fingers grazing your shoulder and down your arm.

"You know what I like?" he asked you, eyes still locked with yours.

You raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"When someone can walk into a room and own it, without even trying." He gave you that soft, lazy grin again. "That's hot."

You bit your lip, your pulse thudding in your ears.

Madison scoffed under her breath, but no one was paying attention to her anymore. Not when Chan was looking at you like you were the only person in the room.

Then the shots arrived.

"Last round before we get wild," the waitress announced, sliding a tray onto the table.

"Let's make it a toast," Chan said, smoothly grabbing two and handing you one. He raised his glass and looked around the table.

"To good company," he said. "And knowing exactly who's worth your time."

You met his eyes as you both threw back the shot.

It burned, but it wasn't the alcohol making your heart race.

The energy at the table had shifted, less laughter, more heat. You were tucked comfortably into Chan's side now, your legs brushing under the table, the slow burn of tequila pooling warm in your chest. He hadn't taken his eyes off you for more than a few seconds at a time, and every brush of his fingertips against your thigh under the table felt like a secret promise.

Madison, clearly not used to being ignored, was on her third attempt to interrupt the vibe.

She leaned in again with a sugar-sweet smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "So, Chan... tell us, what's your type now?"

You didn't flinch. You didn't have to. Chan beat you to it.

"Madison," he said lazily, his voice thick with amusement, "you'd have to know my type to recognize it."

She bristled. "And I don't?"

He turned his head slightly toward her, but his hand stayed firmly on your thigh, thumb brushing slow, possessive circles, going up to the hem of your dress. They couldn't even see that, but he continued anyway. "If you did," he said, voice dipping lower, "you'd stop assuming it was you."

The table went dead silent for a beat again.

Someone choked on her drink again.

"Oof—damn," someone muttered.

Madison's eyes flicked to you, her smile now a tight line.

„But she is? She's not the usual kind of flashy girl, a idol would want to be with."

Chan just grinned, wide, cocky, like he was thriving on the tension. He leaned in close to you, but said it loud enough for the table to hear:

"That's the point."

You felt your pulse stutter as his fingers tightened slightly on your leg. His thumb now under the soft fabric of your minidress, making you almost press your thighs together.

"I don't do 'usual,'" he added, biting his lip softly while staring at yours dangerously.

"I do addictive."

His voice dropped, rough and intimate, just for you, even though the entire table was pretending not to listen. His thumb slipped a little higher under the fabric of your dress, dragging heat along your skin.

You swallowed hard, the pulse in your neck betraying you as he leaned in, slow, deliberate. His mouth hovered just beside your ear now, his breath a warm tease against your skin.

"And you, ..." His words came out low and sinful. "You're already ruining me since the day Minho brought you into the company."

Your breath hitched, involuntarily pressing your thighs closer together. His smirk deepened at the movement, eyes darkening like he owned the reaction. Was all this still acting? You couldn't believe this could be real. It was way too perfect to be real.

Meanwhile, Madison was sitting in stunned silence across the table, trying to pretend she wasn't watching every second. Chan didn't even spare her a glance now, his world narrowed to you.

You turned slightly to meet his eyes, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Chan..."

"Mmh," he hummed, brushing the tip of his nose along your cheek.

„Channie please... I'm... You...", but you couldn't form a whole sentence, when his hand was less than an inch from your core, still moving up, and you tried to calm yourself. The lace panties were definitely already ruined, even though he didn't do anything.

„If you say my name like that one more time I probably can't stop..."

Your cheeks flushed, but it wasn't from embarrassment. It was the way he said it, full of quiet, restrained chaos. Like he knew exactly what he could do to you, what he would do to you, and was enjoying every second of the buildup. But if this was over and he knew that you on your part weren't acting at all... You could never ever look him in the eyes again.

„You don't have to pretend anymore... I think it's enough", you whispered as soon as Madison chatted with another girl, glancing still at you two.

His eyes were immediately on yours again. You could see the effect the alcohol already had on him, but his eyes were clear, honest. But he didn't respond. There was confusion in his face.

"Fuck it," he muttered suddenly, pulling back with a smug grin as he stood up and reached for your hand. "We're getting out of here."

"Where are you going?" Madison snapped, eyes narrowing.

Chan didn't even look at her.

"Somewhere worth my time."

He pulled you with him, a protective hand low on your back, guiding you through the crowd. The alcohol was buzzing through your system, but it wasn't what made your head spin. It was him. His voice, his touch, the way he owned every room, every look, you.

"Wanna dance?" he asked softly while leading you to the dance floor.

You blinked. "Now?"

"Were at a Club right?," he said, already standing, holding his hand out to you. "Come on. Just a few songs."

You took it.

The music hit you the second you stepped onto the dance floor, warm bass, thudding beat, flickering lights. Chan didn't hesitate. He pulled you close, one hand resting low on your waist, the other brushing your hair back.

The music pulsed through your body, thick bass reverberating through the floor as the club lights painted flashes of red and blue across Chan's face. You were both tipsy, laughing harder than you should at something stupid he whispered into your ear, but the warmth of his hand on your lower back wasn't something you could blame on the drinks.

It was deliberate. Possessive. Hot.

You moved with him, teased each other until your hip rolled against his. You could hear him silently hissing, but his moves were fluent, experienced and very very distracting.

Even though no one was watching you anymore.

Chan leaned in close, his breath hot against your cheek as the beat shifted to something darker, slower. His voice rumbled against your skin, low and wrecked.

"I really couldn't believe you're that blind before tonight..."

You blinked up at him as he twirled you around, lips parted as your breath hitched, your body already melting into his. You stumbled against his chest confused.

"What?" you dared.

He didn't answer. Instead, his hand slid up your sides, until it was wrapped tight around your waist, drawing you flush against him. His hips moved with yours, slow and dirty, like the music was just for the two of you.

And then he said it.

"You think I was just acting earlier?"

His mouth brushed your ear now, every word setting fire to your skin.

"You think I flirted with you at that table just because I had to play along?" He tilted your chin up, making you look him dead in the eye. "Y/N, I've had a crush on you for months. And I thought it was obvious..."

Your breath caught.

His lips ghosted across your cheek, barely touching.

"But I just didn't dare to tell you, since you didn't do anything about it. I figured someone like you wouldn't even look at me twice."

"You're insane," you whispered. You couldn't even believe one word he was saying.

"And you're drunk," he smirked. "Which is the only reason I'm even telling you this now, because tomorrow, I'm gonna pretend I didn't after you finally rejected me."

Your hands were firmly closed around his neck, and you still waited to finally wake up from this unreal dream.

„I had no idea... I thought you're just friendly. I thought I'm not your type... You're lying right? You’re trying to tease me? That's not funny Chan!"

You could feel him chuckling deeply and for at least a few seconds, then he pulled you even closer, his hands brushing up your sides, his thumbs pressing into your skin right under your boobs. He pushed you backwards until you were a bit aside, only a few people were standing or sitting in the back area of the dance floor.

The music wasn't that loud here and Chan wanted to make sure you'd hear every word he would say. You were standing in a lightly lit corner, him still holding you tight. You felt his firm stomach pressed against your body and just looked at him stunned.

You were flushed from dancing and just the right amount of tipsy, when you turned to find Chan watching you not with his usual soft gaze, this time it was darker. Intense. Like he was done pretending.

His eyes closed for a second like he was at war with himself. Then he looked down at you, slow, dragging, and everything he'd ever hidden was suddenly there, plain as day.

"You really didn't know?" he asked, voice low, wrecked.

"That every time you hugged me, I had to fight not to touch you like I wanted to?"

Your lips parted, but no words came out.

"That when you wore that black dress to the company party a year ago, I had to sit with my hands in my lap the entire night?"

He let out a dry, soft laugh.

"I got hard just looking at you. Couldn't even get up without embarrassing myself."

You swallowed hard, heat coiling in your stomach.

„Chan..."

"I've wanted you for so long it's fucking embarrassing," he said, stepping in even closer, chest pressed against yours.

"I'd leave Aftershow-parties early because you were dancing with the backup dancers and I couldn't take it. I'd lie awake thinking about your body, your laugh, the way you look when you're mad at me."

Your hand pressed against his chest instinctively, either to steady yourself or make sure he wouldn't vanish.

"I used to jerk off in the shower after hugging you, every time after you did my makeup, standing so close in your small tops and shorts," he said, voice barely above a whisper now, eyes locked on your mouth.

He pushed you further back, until your back hit the wall and you were completely at his mercy.

"And then show up the next day at the concert pretending nothing happened."

You felt the breath leave your lungs in one slow exhale, your thighs clenching together as heat rushed down your spine.

"Fuck, Chan..."

"I wasn't acting tonight," he added, his fingers brushing the side of your ribs, up until his thumb brushed over your nipple.

"Not for a second. I wasn't trying to make anyone jealous. I just... finally let myself touch you the way I wanted."

Everything rushed back to you in flashes, his hands on your body while hugging you, the looks he gave you, when you talked about your dates with random guys, the low murmur in your ear, his fingers under your dress earlier at the table.

Every smirk. Every stare. Every time he'd pulled away like it was taking every ounce of willpower. His small comments you never took seriously when you wore your new outfits at work. His friendly teasing when he'd say things like "You're lucky I have self-control" when you showed up in a tight dress you wore only for him, or "You keep looking at me like that and I might forget we're just friends." You laughed it off, not realizing how close he was to meaning every word.

You thought he was just a flirt. Just smooth.

But he'd been losing his mind over you this whole time.

"You hid it so well," you whispered.

He smirked, stepping even closer.

„No, doll. You just weren't paying attention."

As his hands touched your boobs, desperately like he wanted this to happen for a long time, you leaned your head against the wall, looking up at him pleading.

„I can't believe it... It's just that I had a crush on you for years now. And you never gave me anything. It felt like you weren't even aware I'm right there!"

He sighed, looked at the ground for a moment, before his hand wandered to your cheek, caressing your jaw, until he touched your lips softly.

"All those times I pulled away? It wasn't because I didn't feel it. It was because I felt too much."

You swallowed, breath catching.

"I'd touch you, and my whole body would react. I couldn't hug you too long without having to hide how much I wanted you. When you dabbed my sweat away in the middle of shooting M/Vs or when you just sat next to me during movie nights at the dorm..."

His voice was deeper now, rough.

"You'd wear those damn skirts and look at me like I was your boss, talk to me like I was your best friend sometimes, and I'd have to act like I wasn't going crazy."

You blinked at him, overwhelmed by the honesty dripping from every word.

"I tried to be respectful. I tried to be good. But God, every time you laughed, or leaned against me, or whispered something in my ear... I wanted you, thought about bending you over the next surface and finally fucking you like you deserve it…“

He stepped so close you could feel the heat of his body. His hand cupped your jaw, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth, the other other one grabbed your hip again.

"I still want you. So much it fucking hurts."

You let out a shaky breath, trying to keep the walls up.

Your breath hitched.

"I know it's a lot," he added quickly. "I just couldn't watch her tear you down. Not when she doesn't even see you. Not when she has no idea what it means to be loved the way you should be."

Silence bloomed between you, loud and sacred.

„I have dreamed of this for so long... I thought it could never happen. I thought I was imagining things."

"That's my fault," he whispered, forehead resting against yours. "I thought I was protecting you. Protecting us. But I just ended up hurting both of us instead."

You closed your eyes, your heart thudding violently in your chest. Every part of you wanted to believe him. Every part of you wanted to just fall.

„If you don't believe me yet..."

His voice got clearer again, and when you opened your eyes again he shielded you completely from the world. He grabbed your hand and pushed it suddenly against the bulge in his pants. Your eyes widened as you felt how big it felt under your fingertips.

„That's what you're doing to me. This whole evening, all the time..."

He watched you closely, his breath against your lips as you felt his rock hard dick even through his pants.

"Let me make it up to you," he growled, his voice a low rasp against your lips.

„Let me show you what I've been holding back."

You breath stuttered and this time he didn't pull away. His lips crashed on yours but you were already pulling him down into you.

Your mouths crashed together like tension snapping. Desperate. Starved. His hands buried in your hair, yours gripping the collar of his shirt as your bodies pressed and ground against each other like you were trying to crawl inside his skin.

It was hot. Too hot.

You tore away first, gasping.

"I, I need air."

Chan didn't say anything, just grabbed your hand like it was the most natural thing in the world and pulled you toward the exit.

You had to pass the booth where Madison sat, and of course, she clocked you immediately.

"Wait a second!" she called out, standing halfway. "Please, just sit with us for a little bit. I want to sort things out. Really."

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden plea.

But before you could even think of answering, Chan stepped in front of you, solid, steady, like a wall. Protective in a way that made you want to rip his clothes off right now.

He looked at Madison the way someone looks at a child who doesn't know the damage they're doing. A little pity. A little disbelief. And zero tolerance.

"There's nothing to sort out, Madison," he said calmly, though there was a razor-sharp edge beneath his voice.

„She wasted enough time, trying to be the better person and giving you another chance..."

Her mouth opened like she wanted to argue, but the way Chan's arm slid around your waist and pulled you in close made her freeze. He wasn't subtle. He didn't want to be.

"I'll take her somewhere, were her talents, her hard work and her amazing personality is appreciated," he continued, his eyes never leaving hers.

Madison flushed, jaw tight.

But Chan didn't flinch. Didn't soften.

He leaned in closer to you, hand at the small of your back.

"Come on, baby. Let's go."

You let him lead you past her, heart pounding at the pet name, the heat of his body, the absolute certainty in the way he chose you without hesitation.

And as you walked away, you didn't even need to look back.

Because for the first time, you knew you were the one being fought for.

Outside, the night air hit your skin like a shock, but Chan's warmth was already wrapping around you again.

The night was sharp and cool, the wind biting at your flushed skin. You stumbled into the alleyway beside the club, laughing breathlessly. He steadied you with both hands on your hips.

"You okay?" he asked, a little too soft, a little too close again for you to keep your sanity.

You nodded.

"Tipsy. But fine."

He arched a brow. "Still think I was acting?"

He slipped out of his Jacket and put it over you shoulders, engaging you with his scent.

You shot him a half-lidded look, lips curling. "You're still flirting."

"That's not flirting." He grinned like the devil and stepped into you, pushing you gently back against the brick wall. His hand slid up under the jacket, fingers dragging up your bare thigh.

"This is me losing control."

You were drunk, yes. But you felt everything.

His mouth brushed your jaw, kissing down to your neck with infuriating slowness. You tilted your head back, sighing as his teeth grazed your skin.

"You're dangerous," you breathed.

"Yeah," he whispered. "But only for you."

You grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him closer. "What are we doing, Chan?"

He looked at you like he wanted to devour you whole.

"Getting a cab. And then..." His smirk returned, but it was darker this time, tinged with heat. "Taking you home."

You felt beautiful.

You felt wanted.

And you kissed him.

Right there, under the streetlights in a dark alley, in the middle of the night, while every inch of you screamed that this moment was real. You kissed him because you'd wanted to for so long. Because no one had ever looked at you the way he was now. Because you needed him to know that even if you didn't feel like enough tonight, you still wanted to be his.

And when you pulled back, he smiled like he already knew.

"Come on," he said. "My place. Now."

He couldn't wait a second longer. He couldn't think of anything else than ripping that damn dress off.

You just nodded.

And when he kissed you this time, finally, fully, like he'd been starving for it, it was everything but gentle.

You tiptoed barefoot behind Chan through the dim hallway, your heels in your hands, the quiet creak of the floorboards under your weight sounding way too loud in the silence of the late hour. You already visited the dorm of the boys but you were mostly at Minhos, Felix, I.N and Seungmins dorm for movie nights.

"Shhh," Chan whispered, shooting you a wicked little grin over his shoulder as he guided you through the apartment like a thief.

„They're all asleep. Hopefully."

Hyunjin, Changbin and Han would be definitely at home since they had some days off after the last concerts. It would be way too complicated to explain what was going on with you and Chan at the moment.

You passed the living room, and there, half-sprawled on the couch under a blanket, you spotted Han, clearly tangled up with someone.

You pressed your hand against your mouth while staring at them.

His hand was buried in someone's hair, soft moans slipping past his lips while there was a fierce makeout-session going on. Netflix already asked if they're still watching but that wasn't the case obviously. There were clothes laying everywhere around, hard breathing and kissing sounds echoed in the dark room.

You blinked, stunned and suddenly Chan grabbed your hand before you could look closer.

"Don't stare. Trust me, you don't wanna know," he muttered under his breath, lips quirking.

You didn't even get the chance to wonder who the hell Han was pressed up against before Chan yanked you forward and slipped the both of you into his bedroom. He shut the door with a soft click, locking it.

Silence. A soft, red glow from the LED-lights in Chans room. It smelled like cedar and clean linen and him.

Then a breath. Then him, suddenly everywhere.

He shoved you back against the door before you could take another step, his body pinning you with an urgency that set your skin on fire.

"You almost ruined me," he growled lowly, his hand wrapping around your throat just enough to make you gasp, to make your knees weaken. "All those nights thinking about you, all those moments I had to bite my tongue instead of dragging you into a corner and making you mine."

His lips crashed onto yours, and this kiss wasn't sweet as before, it was messy, possessive, pure need. His other hand was already hiking your dress up, fingers bruising into your thigh as he lifted your leg around his waist.

"You know how hard it was?" he rasped against your lips. "You'd touch my face, my body while working on those stage-outfits and I'd have to hold back, pretend I didn't want to fuck you against the nearest wall. Pretend I wasn't hard the entire time."

"Chan—"

"No. Tonight, you listen and won't doubt a second how much you're wanted."

His eyes burned into yours, hand slipping into your hair and tugging your head back just enough for his lips to drag down your neck.

"I'm not holding back anymore."

He dragged you to the bed, pushed you down gently, but the glint in his eyes was anything but soft. The dark edge in his gaze made your pulse spike as he crawled over you, slow and controlled like a predator savoring his prey.

Chan grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand, while the other traced down the side of your face, your throat, your chest, until you were writhing beneath him.

"I'm gonna wreck you, baby," he whispered against your ear, teeth grazing your lobe. "So no one else ever gets to look at you and wonder what you taste like. What you sound like."

Your breath caught, your thighs pressed together, the heat between them unbearable now. His fingers slid between them without warning, two, confident and slow, teasing, curling just enough to make you gasp and arch.

"And you'll take it, won't you?" he growled, lips bruising against your neck as he moved faster, darker.

"You'll let me ruin you."

And god, you wanted to let him.

Your moan broke open in the dark, echoing in his room like a confession.

„You're that wet for me? And I didn't even know all evening."

He growled, pushing his fingers deep into you before he pushed them into his mouth, tasting you, looking at you from above. You couldn't move with your hands pinned against the mattress.

„You taste even better than I imagined, doll."

You looked him straight into the eyes, your breath going slowly.

„I have touched myself too, you know", you breathed, while he opened your legs with his knee. Watching how your dress slid up, exposing your ass, your soft thighs and the black lace panties which were soaked already.

„Tell me", he demanded, enjoying the desperate whimpering, as he pushed his knee right onto your core.

Then he let go of you, unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside. You straightened up, eyes wandering all over his abs. Which you adored every time he changed during concerts, when you brought him his clothes.

„When you were changing at concerts or running around half naked in the backstage, pretending you didn't notice the looks you got from all the female staff-members... Or the one time I told you about the terrible date I had..."

He raised his eyebrows.

„The stupid background dancer? I was so jealous back then..."

You nodded, kneeling next to Chan, touching his shoulders, letting your fingers slide over his chest, his abs, down to the hem of his pants.

„The date went terribly wrong because I moaned your name while making out..."

His eyes widened and he grabbed your hips, lifting you up on his lap like a toy.

„That's why he couldn't look me in the eye since...", he laughed, pushing the straps of your dress of your shoulders, kissing your chest while kneading your ass in his hands.

Your little pants were like rewards for him.

„I also touched myself at night, after movie-nights at the dorm. We all we're squeezed together on that small couch, you accidentally touched my tits, my thighs, my back while watching the movie... I was so horny that night."

Softly he brushed your hair out of your forehead.

„I had no idea... I would have let you sleep at my bed and took care of you. But didn't you sleep in Minhos bed that night?"

You cheeks immediately turned red, your ears glowing, while that damn knowing smile of Chan almost made you shy.

„I touched myself when he was asleep next to me... I'm still embarrassed."

But Chan grabbed your chin and pushed his middle against your core to prove his point.

„That's so fucking hot."

He watched your body, and his eyes were shimmering with arousal.

„Strip for me, babygirl and tell me everything I missed during all this time."

He leaned back, as soon as you climbed off his lap and it was crazy to finally tell him all your dirty secrets.

Sensual you started to slip out of your dress, while he watched every move, unbuttoning his pants.

„I'd would always watch you rehearse from the back of the studio or through a cracked door, pretending to be just passing by. But the way you moved, confident and raw, sweat dripping down your neck and your shirt clung to your body... You had no idea, did you? Every time I watched you dance, I could barely breathe."

Your voice was soft and he just shook his head, his eyes wandering all over you body, as you stripped your dress off.

"After concerts you'd sit so close to me, shirt soaked, still catching your breath... and I'd just nod along, pretending I wasn't dying to touch you."

Your lace underwear was hugging your body smoothly. Making him sigh: „so fucking sexy"

Under his breath, while you were taking your bra off, throwing it at the floor.

He reached out, wanted to touch your tits, but you just smiled, fought of his hands and let him struggle for a bit more.

He imagined them in his hands for so long, squeezing and touching them until you'd beg him to fuck you.

But you weren't done.

„You remember those 2 a.m. calls right after those first big events I worked at? Your voice were enough to drive me crazy."

Where his voice was low, gravelly, intimate. You'd talk about anything and everything.

And you'd lie on your bed, completely turned on, fantasizing about him saying those same things with his hands on you.

"You'd talk to me like I was special. Whisper things. And I'd be there... hand between my legs, biting your name into my pillow", you added and he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed your waist, ripped your panties off of you, and watched your body as you were standing between his legs.

„That time at the airport, you put your arm around me to guide me through the crowd, the chaos there. You always touched me like you owned me, and I hated how much I wanted it to be real", you breathed and whimpered suddenly as he spread your legs with his.

His hands grabbed your hips until your cunt hovered in front of his face.

„I told you I'll make all that up to you. I'll make you moan my name every day", he muttered and you sinked your nails into his neck, when he suddenly sucked on your glistening pussy, holding you up straight while licking through your folds, making your legs already shake. But when his tongue entered you, you couldn't stop whimpering like a kitten.

You could feel his smile against your core, his nose bumping against your clit while he was eating you out.

„Channie please please..."

You couldn't stop bubbling when he finally looked up at you.

„Say it! Come on babygirl."

He licked your juices off of his lips, his hands wrapped around your thighs.

„Fuck me, Chan. Please fuck me."

And that was it.

He grabbed your arms, pushed them on your back and forced you onto the mattress in seconds.

A startled gasp tearing from your throat while your face was pressed into his sheets.

"Did you think I brought you here to play nice?" he snarled into your ear, voice low, rough, a sound that made your knees weaken.

His body caged you in, one hand around your throat, just enough pressure to make you moan, while the other slid up your thigh, dragging your legs apart. Your ass in the air, so he could use you like he imagined it so many times.

You could hear how he got rid of his pants and underwear and then he grabbed your face, pulled you to his chest and you could already feel the size of his dick against your ass.

You barely managed a whisper his name before his mouth was on yours, not kissing, devouring. Tongue demanding entrance, teeth nipping hard at your bottom lip until you tasted blood and moaned against him.

"Been dreaming about ruining you," he muttered, hand sliding between your legs, forcing you on all fours. "Making you cry on my cock. You have no idea the fucking self-control I've had to keep."

His fingers slipped into you, slow at first, but deep, like he wanted to make you feel the weight of every second he'd waited. He growled when he felt how wet you got already with every move he made.

"Fuck. You're dripping for me."

You tried to reach for him, desperate, but he caught your wrists and pushed them on your back, pushing your chest against the mattress, hands trapped  painfully in one of his. The other hand stretched you even more when he added another finger.

You gasped as his palm landed hard on your ass, the sound echoing in the dark room, your body jerking forward against the headboard.

"Count," he growled. "If you lose track, I start over."

"One," you gasped.

Another slap, sharper.

"Two."

"Good girl. You look so fucking good like this," he hissed, voice dark with hunger. He watched the red mark on your soft skin he left. "All mine. I want to mark you up so bad they'll see it tomorrow. The members won't even need to ask."

He was harder than you'd ever seen anyone, panting against your neck as he grinded himself into your bare ass, not even inside you yet, and already cursing under his breath like he was going to lose it.

"You feel that?" he rasped, letting you grind back against his cock. "This is what you do to me. Every time you walked in wearing those little skirts, every time you hugged me and pressed that perfect body against me, I had to go jerk off in the fucking shower just to breathe before I could go on stage."

You whimpered, needy and wrecked and still untouched.

"Please," you whispered, voice shaking. "I want you."

"Oh, baby," he said, pulling his belt free from his pants a slow, lethal hiss of leather. "You're gonna feel how much I want you."

After just a blink of an eye he tied your hands up on your back.

„I want you to cry my name. So every time you'll call my name from now on, I'll think of you, tied up, with my cock pounding into your perfect little cunt."

And with that you felt his tip at your entrance. It was too big, you already knew that. When he pushed himself into you, starting to fuck you so good, you were already seeing stars, you couldn't stop moaning his name like a mantra.

Chan groaned deep in his chest, hips slamming forward as he buried himself fully. His hands gripped your hips hard, pulling you back onto him with every thrust like he couldn't get deep enough, close enough. Like he was trying to carve himself into you.

"Fuck—" he growled, voice shaking. "You feel like heaven. You were made for me, weren't you?"

You could barely answer, your words melted into gasps and broken sounds as he set a relentless pace, every snap of his hips pushing you closer to that edge. You were completely exposed to him. Hands tied, body trembling, senses overloaded. But never once did you feel unsafe, because every brutal thrust was laced with something else. Something raw. Desperate.

Need.

"God, you have no idea what you've done to me," he rasped into your ear, body flush against your back now, chest slick with sweat. "Every time you smiled at me, every time you greeted me in the morning, I had to bite my fucking tongue just to not show you how bad I wanted you."

You whimpered, unable to form a response when he suddenly reached around, fingers finding your clit and circling it with ruthless precision.

"You think this is just about fucking?" he snarled. "No, baby. This is about all the time I waited. All the nights I hated myself for wanting you this much."

You clenched around him, and he hissed. His rhythm stuttered, just once, and then he pulled out suddenly, flipping you onto your back like you weighed nothing, yanking your wrists free from the belt.

"Look at me."

Your eyes locked. His were wild, pupils blown, jaw clenched so tight it trembled.

"I'm not hiding anymore," he said roughly. "You want the truth? I was jealous every damn time another guy made you laugh. I was furious when you thought I wanted Madison. And I've been dreaming of you, of this, for so long it drove me insane."

He grabbed your thighs and drove back into you, deeper now, with his forehead against yours.

"You're mine now. Say it."

"I'm yours," you whispered, breathless, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from how overwhelming it all felt, the pleasure, the emotion, the years of silence finally breaking.

„I can’t hear you babygirl.“

„I‘m yours!“, you moaned, eyes rolling back as he grabbed your neck again, while the sound of skin slapping got even louder.

"You're goddamn right," he growled. "And I'm not letting you go. Not after this. Not ever."

He kissed you then, rough at first, then slower, softer, full of all the things he'd never said. His hand laced into your hair, the other gripping your waist as he rocked into you, lips dragging down your neck. Fucking you even deeper into the mattress.

When you came undone under him, trembling, crying out his name with tears running down your cheeks, he was right behind you, moaning against your throat like you were the only thing anchoring him to this world.

And when it was over, and your limbs were tangled with his, your bodies a mess of sweat and bruises and silk sheets, he kissed your temple and whispered:

"You're not imagining this time. I'm here. I'm yours. And I'm not going anywhere."

The next morning, you stirred awake to the warmth of sunlight and a weight that hadn't left your side all night. With a quiet sigh, you turned your head, Chan's face was the first thing you saw. With a pleasant sigh you just noticed again how much you adored his face, puffy and bare. His curls were framing his head chaotically while his lips were plush and so kissable, slightly parted, lashes casting shadows over his cheeks.

He must have cleaned you up, since you fell asleep immediately after he hugged you tight and apologised for being that rough all over again.

But you never had better sex in your entire life. You watched the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest, your body still wrapped tightly in his arms, like he was afraid you might vanish if he let go. When the first sunbeams enlightened the room, you couldn't resist, touching his cheek, his curls and his lips. He didn't look real at all and you couldn't believe the last night happened.

Before you could react, he grabbed your hand with closed eyes and kissed your knuckles.

„You're awake?", you asked smiling and he just groaned sleepy.

„Do you keep going if I say no?"

His morning voice was raspy and let you giggle softly.

He slowly opened his eyes, looked at you with a soft smile and pulled you into his tight embrace.

„How are you feeling?"

You cuddled against him under the sheets, pressing your cheek against his chest.

„Good."

„Just good? I feel like flying."

„Ask me again after I showered", you teased him, and he pinched you softly in the side, what made you squeak.

„But hurry okay? Ich won't let you get far away from me today."

As you stood up and searched for something to wear, he smiled so broadly that the sun didn't even had a chance to compete.

„Sure... Just close your eyes and I'll be back in a second", you answered and slipped into a Shirt from him.

„I hope so... I think I'll need another round to start the day. Your pussy is addicting.“

„You horny menace," you snorted with a teasing grin, throwing a pillow at his head.

Chan caught it effortlessly, eyes trailing down your legs as you made your way toward the door in nothing but the oversized shirt. His shirt. His gaze was dark again, hungry, but playful. "You walking around like that and calling me horny? That's not fair."

You smirked, hand already on the doorknob. "Then close your eyes, Mr. Bang. Or deal with the consequences."

"I will. Later," he murmured under his breath, voice low and thick. "And trust me, there will be consequences."

With heat blooming in your cheeks, and between your thighs, you slipped out of his room, the air in the hallway cooler against your skin.

The hallway was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the kitchen light left on overnight. Your skin still tingled from the feel of Chan's mouth, his hands, the way he'd claimed you like he'd been waiting for years

The apartment was quiet, only the faint sound of the city outside humming through the windows. You tiptoed down the hallway toward the bathroom when a door creaked open and,

"Shit," you gasped, nearly running into Minhos big and very naked chest.

He was shirtless, his hair a mess, lips slightly swollen, and his eyes wide when he saw you. For a second, neither of you spoke. Your gaze instinctively dropped to the deep scratch marks down his torso, leading all over his back and a very familiar Hoodie in his hands.

Han's hoodie.

Your mouth opened a little.

Minho froze like a deer in headlights, then raised a single brow.

He froze when he saw you. You froze when you saw him. The smell of sex was sticking to you both.

The puzzle pieces clicked, violently.

Minho gave you a long look, lips curving into something dangerously close to a smirk. "You're not really the sneaky type, you know."

Your cheeks flushed, but you lifted your chin. "You either, apparently."

His brows raised, caught. "Touché."

"Han?" you asked, keeping your voice low.

He shrugged a shoulder, smirk still lingering.

"Oh my God!" you blinked, mouth now fully parted. "You were the one on the couch with Han tonight..."

Minho tilted his head, a sly smirk forming on his lips. "I wasn't exactly hiding it, was I?"

Your cheeks flushed as you remembered what you'd seen the night before, Han tangled up in someone's arms. You hadn't realized it was Minho.

"I thought... I didn't know, you are..." you started, but he just waved a hand.

"Don't overthink it." he added with a smirk.

„Most people don't know... Just Changbin at the moment since he can’t knock on doors like a normal person being... I wanted to tell you, but seems like you had secrets yourself..."

Before you could respond, Han's voice came from inside the room. "Minhooo, honey, come back to bed, your abs look too good to be wasted standing out there."

You raised your brows. "Wow."

Minho shrugged and stared at the shirt you were wearing.

"Yeah."

There was a pause. He slipped Hans Hoodie over his head. For Jisung it was oversized but it fit Minho perfectly.

"I mean, you and Jisung? I knew you two were close, but..."

"Not really public knowledge," he said, now fully dressed but barefoot, raking a hand through his hair.

„But I guess you and Chan aren't exactly trying to stay hidden either."

You blinked. "You... know?"

Minho chuckled under his breath. "Sweetheart, you're wearing his shirt. Just his shirt in fact... Those marks on your wrists are very obvious as well. And I just walked out of Han's room when you sneaked out of his. We're kind of in the same boat."

Just now you realised the red marks on your wrists, which were probably caused by the belt, Chan used.

You crossed your arms.

"You're not worried? About... you know, Chan being your leader? I'm just your stylist."

Minho leaned against the doorframe, eyes glinting. "Should I be? You're not just our stylist. You're my best friend and Chan is family. It could be worse, right?"

You shrugged, uncertain.

He took a step closer.

"Look, whatever's going on with Chan... you're not just some random girl. Trust me, I've seen the way he looks at you."

Your heart fluttered.

"He's all bark usually. But you? You make him lose control. That says something."

You bit your lip, glancing away. "It's just... weird. All of it. I've had feelings for him for so long."

"And now he's the one tangled in you," Minho said softly, with a knowing glance. "About time he made a move. His lovesick blabbering wasn't bearable anymore."

Then, his smirk widened again. "Just... try not to be that noisy next time. We do share walls, you know. Or at least let us join…“

You gasped and slapped his arm, scandalized.

He only laughed and went back to Jisungs room without any further comment.

You slipped quietly back into Chan's room after your shower, the soft creak of the door alerting him. He was sitting up now, shirtless, hair messier than before, his bare chest catching a sliver of morning light.

He looked up instantly, eyes narrowing with gentle concern.

"You okay?"

You nodded, closing the door behind you. "Yeah... just ran into Minho in the hallway."

Chan's brow lifted. "Minho?"

You walked over, crawling back into the sheets, the warmth of his body pulling you back in. His hand instinctively settled on your waist like a magnet, grounding you.

"Yeah," you murmured. "Apparently, he spent the night with Han."

There was a pause. Then—

"...What?"

You looked up at him, lips curving. "I know. I thought I was being scandalous sneaking out of your room. Turns out there was a secret relationship in front of us all this time."

Chan blinked, then burst out laughing, chest shaking beneath your cheek. "Han and Minho? Seriously? They spent the night? Like fucking and stuff?"

"I literally walked in on Minho sneaking out with Han's hoodie. There were scratches all over his body..."

"Oh my god," he groaned, dragging a hand through his curls. "That little punk didn't tell me anything. Both of them... I thought Han was seeing a girl secretly."

Chan exhaled deeply, then gave a dry laugh. "That little shit. No wonder they've been acting weird the last few weeks."

You tilted your head. "You really didn't notice?"

"I thought they were just being... clingy. Han's always affectionate towards Minho, and Minho's Minho, he acts like he's annoyed but leans into it anyway."

You looked up at him, mischief playing at the edge of your mouth. "What if he says the same about us?"

Chan tilted his head, eyes darkening. "There's a difference. I want everyone to know."

Your heart stuttered.

He said it so casually, but the possessiveness in his tone sent heat through you.

"I told Minho," you said softly, watching his expression carefully, "That this wasn't just random. That it's... serious to me."

His gaze locked with yours, something deeper flickering behind the dark brown. "Did you?"

You nodded. "I said you weren't just some fling. Because you're not. And I've had feelings for you for way too long to pretend this is casual."

Chan reached for you then, dragging you fully into his lap, hands gripping your thighs. "Say that again."

"What part?"

"The part where I'm not just some fling."

You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his jaw. "You're not. You've never been."

His grip tightened. "I swear, I've been going insane wanting you. Knowing you were right there all this time, acting like you didn't see what you were doing to me."

You smiled against his skin. "You didn't make it easy either."

He pulled back, brushing his lips against yours without kissing you. "I didn't want you to feel like that... But now? Now I'll make damn sure no one else gets the chance."

His words were low, heated, edged with that same fire that had pulled you under last night.

You pressed your forehead to his. "You jealous of Minho and Han stealing the scandal spotlight?"

He growled softly. "Jealous that they got to touch each other last night... while you were in my bed screaming for me? Never.“

You shivered.

Chan's lips curled. "Now be a good girl and remind me what you were wearing when you ran into Minho..."

You laughed. "Your shirt."

"Damn right."

⸻

[shu-porang-porang]

Minho’s tummy appreciation (coz you loved the previous post so much)

Bonus: his back 🔥 (I swear I’m normal)

[milkteabinniechan]

♡Let It Snow Part One - Minsung

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

pairing: minsung x fem! reader

summary: snowed in with your two favorite pretty boys with nothing to do but confess some secrets in the dark.

warnings: angst, love triangle, mind games, light kissing

“Then confess something to me.” Minho's voice was low. He leaned in close to you as a cat-like grin spread across his face. “Did Jisung try to kiss you while I was in the kitchen?”

You always liked Christmas time, you always liked the snow. There was something so magical about the way the snowflakes landed perfectly against the windowpane. You loved to watch them fall either light or heavy onto the ground below. There is something so comforting about empty streets in the evenings. When it was winter it was quiet. But not a quiet that scares you, not a quiet that made you feel alone, it was a quiet that made you feel at peace. It was a feeling that everything was restarting. Perhaps it was because the new year was coming. But tonight felt like a night for new beginnings.

You arrived at Minho's apartment on a cold winter evening in the middle of December. You had already done your Christmas shopping and the two of you had set this night aside for a fun game night. You knocked on the front door only to find Jisung standing there to greet you.

“Come on in, pretty lady.” Jisung held the door open wide for you. He had been living with Minho for a couple months now and since then you had spent more time here than at your own apartment.

You pushed his shoulder back gently but with just enough force to let him know you genuinely loved his teasing. Minho was in the kitchen with the sounds of pans moving and spoons scraping across skillets filled with delicious sauce.

“Thank God Minho is the one cooking tonight.” You tease. Jisung rolls his eyes and gives you a playful shove in return. The two of you make your way to the couch and watch from the window as the snow falls heavy outside. You shiver for a moment at the sight. “Are you cold?” Jisung turned his head towards you, his brows furrowing in concern.

“Just a bit.” You admitted. Without hesitation, he put one arm around you and then another, pulling you in close to him. Your cheek brushed softly against his and you could hear his breathing come to a halt. “Jisung? Are you…” your sentence was cut short with the press of Jisung’s lips against yours. It was a clumsy, sudden kiss that made your eyes shoot open wide as the rest of your words were muffled and swallowed instantly. But before you could let yourself sink into the kiss, Jisung pushed you back, his mouth pressed closed. “Shit. Sorry, I…I don't know why I…” his words trailed off, lost somewhere in his mind while he searched your face for some kind of understanding.

You smiled wide and covered your face for a moment in a sigh of relief. “Jisung, I liked it.” You whispered through your fingers. You lean towards him, a silent invitation that you wanted, no-, needed more. His eyes flint down to your lips as they start to part.

“Dinner’s almost ready, guys.” Minho's voice rang from the kitchen. The sound made the two of you jump. “Shit.” Jisung cursed under his breath. “Minho's gonna kill me, he- he really likes you…”

“He does?” You pondered. Your body was still leaning in towards Jisung.

“Shit! I should've said that!” He exclaimed, securing his hand over his mouth like a lock and key. He jumped up from the couch and made his way across the room to the bathroom. Minho sauntered out to the living room and gave you a soft smile. He gave you a bowl of his famous tteobboki and some utensils. But he quickly noticed someone important missing from the room. “Where's Jisung?”

“He, he left? I don't know…” you stammer. You can feel your cheeks already turning red as Minho turned his head towards the hall then back to you. A sly, almost evil smile began to pull on his lips. He made himself comfortable next to you on the couch, bringing an arm up and resting it just above your shoulders. Minho always knew how to fluster you, he had a natural talent for it. You wondered if he had the same effect on Jisung as well.

“What happened out here with the two of you?” He pressed, casually twirling his fingers in and out of your hair.

“Nothing!” You blurt out. An obvious lie, your hands almost becoming too sweaty to hold the bowl of tteobboki anymore.

“Then confess something to me.” Minho's voice was low. He leaned in close to you as a cat-like grin spread across his face. “Did Jisung try to kiss you while I was in the kitchen?”

Your hands go numb from Minho's bluntness and the bowl slips from your hands. Thankfully his flawless reflexes kick in and he catches it before it even touches the ground. “I, I mean…he did but…” you stutter, all the words you want to say getting jammed and piled up behind your throat.

“Ha! Didn't think he had it in him.” he laughed, the smile on his face growing wider. You echo his smile and let out a sigh of relief. “You're not mad?” You murmur softly.

“Mad? Kitten, I don't mind sharing and neither does he. I'm great at sharing my toys. The question is…are you?”

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[diddybok]

May I request a poly skz + reader, or just Minsung or Chanlix/Hyunlix if you want, totally up to you. Reader relatively new to the relationship and is trying their best to be the best partner to all parties, but doesn’t feel like it’s being returned. They feel like skz (or whichever ship you choose) is too into each other and not them, like the shiny new toy isn’t exciting anymore. One night, after everyone goes to sleep, reader gets their things and leaves without saying anything. You can change the plot a bit if you’d like. If you’re not comfortable with writing it, that’s ok!🩵

all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in any way represent nor reflect the people in real life :)

➩pairing: minsung x gn!reader

➩genre(s): angst, poly!skz

➩warnings: none

➩wc: 0.6k (655)

➩author’s note: sorry this took so long, i hope it was even a fraction of what you wanted!

➩part(s): next

You are exhausted. To put it plainly. You just don’t know how much more you can take. Of course you love the boys, you really do. However something has shifted, and not for the better.

First you started noticing small changes. When Jisung and Minho would come back late from practice, they would usually bring you a sweet treat followed by kisses and cuddles to make up for the lost time. Now it’s barely even a ‘Sorry we’re home late.”

You aren’t used to this, used to feeling like an afterthought in your own relationship. Then again, you weren’t quite sure how well it was going to go between the three of you. They were already so in tune with each other and then you came along.

They made you feel like the missing piece. The rarest jewel to add to their shiny golden crown. You didn’t think it was possible to be truly loved by two people, nor did you think you could love two people as much as you do them.

The tender care and appreciation that came from the both of them was nothing short of remarkable. The intimacy that was shared between the three of you was never overwhelming.

You love Minho. You love Jisung. They love you.

At least, they loved you.

When it was once you in the middle, being doted on each side by the boys you adored. You now reside on the outside as they cuddle each other, a pity hand resting upon your thigh.

When it was once you who ran you fingers through both of their hair as they melted into your touch. You now get told “You don’t have to do that tonight.” “You seem tired you should get some rest.” “It’s alright, I’ll do it for him.”

When it was once a trio. It now falls back into the familiar routine of when you weren’t even a blimp in their lives. Minho and Jisung against the world, oh and Y/n.

“Do you guys still love me?” You would ask timidly.

“Of course we do Y/n! Why would you think such a thing?”

You thought you had done something wrong. Why were they pushing you away? Even when you increased the amount of love you were giving them, you didn’t get anything back.

You were always at the tail end of the relationship. It only became clear to you now.

You still love them. Of course you do. How could you not?

But you are no fool. You are not one to be strung along like a little pet on a leash. You know when you aren’t wanted. When you, the jewel, were not quite glued in securely and fell out of the crown.

Perhaps it always looked better with only the two jewels. Perhaps you were there as a tester, to see what it would look like.

New and exciting, glamorous and beautiful. It was what they needed…until they didn’t.

As you lay at the edge of the bed, the two of them cuddling beside you, you quietly unwrap yourself from the sheets. You grab your already packed bag that was in the wardrobe.

They didn’t even notice your toothbrush was gone when they came home late and did their nightly routine.

Yes but they didn’t even give you a kiss goodnight.

You shouldn’t cry, but you can’t help the tears that cascade down your cheeks.

You know it is for the best. You need to put yourself first, your feelings first.

Which is why you place the key you had to the house on the kitchen island. You don’t look back as you walk out the door. Walk out of their lives.

Maybe that was what they wanted from you all along?

Maybe you just weren’t ready for something like this?

Or maybe you know your worth. You know you’re worth enough to be loved as much as you love.

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𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 . ( l. minho - h. jisung ) - masterlist mini series

content: lightly smau, smut, fluff, angst, slow burn, poly relationship.               ⠀⠀   short chapters, probably max 6 slides, pls don't care too much about the timeline and stuff.

pairing: idol!lee minho x idol!Han Jisung x reader.

summary: you and your best friend move in a new city and your favuorite idols lives next door.

ᯓᡣ𐭩　  ( masterlist )  . check the #roommates-minsung for the updates

introductions: minsung 𓂃 ▦ ! the roommates

00. shoebox with a door.

01. Limbo.

02. bitch yes.

03. neck tattoo.

04. you're messy.

05. both?

06. minho's turn.

07. jisung's turn.

08. things are complicated.

09. are you sure?

BONUS! - 10. together we are better.

[honestlywig]

"but how much do you love me??"

Minsung fluff/crack, domestic life, jisung being a bit insecure and needy, minho being sweet

word count: 1.8k

It was a bit after dinner and the two lovers relaxed on their sofa. Minho had prepared a lovely dinner while Jisung had been working hard in the studio with 3racha all day. 

These two always had each other’s backs and knew how to support each other wordlessly. Their connection was something only you see in stories and dramas. And finally they were creating a home together.

Nothing could destroy such domestic bliss, that is except, the anxious mind of Han Jisung.

“Jagi?” Jisung asked softly from Minho’s lap. 

Minho had his fingers mindlessly running through Jisung’s locks of hair. “Mm?” 

“Can I ask you something?” Jisung ask in a small voice.

“Of course you can, everything okay?” 

Jisung sits up and leans back on the couch sighing. 

“Its stupid” He grumbles.

“Its not stupid if its bothering you babo” Minho ruffles his hair.

Jisung pouts. 

“Come on, what is it” Minho urges again.

“Its just, I was thinking about us, and our future, and our past..” He speaks slowly, almost dancing around what he wants to talk about. 

Minho hums. “Right, and what were you thinking?”

Jisung rolls into the couch hiding his face whining. 

“You’ll make fun of me..” He says muffled by the cushions.

Minho chuckles fondly, giving Jisung’s bum a loving squeeze. He lays beside him spooning him. 

“I’m not gonna make fun of you okay? I promise, I’m listening” Minho says softly and earnestly. He presses a kiss to Jisung’s nape which makes him shiver.

“You can always tell me anything hannie.. I love you” Minho adds softly kissing his shoulder.

“But thats just it…” Jisung whines.

“What?”

“I love you, I love you so much I don’t think I’ll ever love someone this much again.. or have ever..” Jisung’s voice trembles slightly. Minho takes his hand interlacing their fingers. 

“Aw jagi..” Minho coos sweetly.

“You’re my whole world.” Jisung says pout clearly audible.

“Youre my whole world too hannie, you know that..” Minho kisses below his ear. 

“But.. how much do you love me?” Jisung turns in Minho’s arms to face him. 

His big doe eyes lock with Minho’s calm and kind gaze.

“Jagiya… this is too cheesy. I’m not poetic like you, I just love you with everything I am and plan on never stopping okay?” He answers as sweet as he can. He cups his soft cheeks stroking them lovingly. “Okay?” Minho searches Jisung’s gaze to gage if that is the answer he wanted. Judging by the intensifying pout, it was not.

“But like… if you had to put your love in a space, like a container, what would that be? Like would it fit in a basket? Stadium?” Jisung countered.

Minho sighed internally. 

“It would fill the entire ocean. Are we done?” It took everything in Minho not to roll his eyes at Jisung’s needy behavior. He was being adorable sure, Minho loved Jisung’s authentic self. 

Jisung went quiet chewing on his lip, Minho decided he would now mentally prepare an answer to “would you love me if I was worm”, for this seemed like where this conversation was going.

However what Jisung asked, Minho did not expect, nor have a prepared answer for.

“How much do you love Soonie doongie and dori?” Jisung dropped the bomb.

Minho tensed. 

“…What are you doing?” Minho’s voice was low and tentative.

Jisung shrugs feeling more bold. 

“How much do you love the cats?” He repeats.

“They’re my babies!” Minho claims defensively.

“So how much do you love them… more than could fill the ocean?” 

“This feels like a trap”

Minho sits up running a hand through his hair.

Jisung sits up and shuffles to standing clearly getting more worked up.

“It’s a simple question Min, who do you love more, me or the cats, and why is it the cats?”

“I didn’t say that!” Minho exasperates.

“You don’t need to!” Jisung huffs stomping his foot.

“This is what was upsetting you?” Minho asks incredulously.

“How can I cope with knowing you could never love me as much as the cats?” Jisung speaks softly from his heart. As ridiculous as it was, he was very much affected by this thought.

“Jagi.. I’ve never said I love you more than Soondoongdor…” Minho speaks calmly wanting to ease the tension.

“You’re not denying it!” Jisung squeaks.

“I love you both equally!” Minho relents.

“They’re pets… I’m your partner!” Jisung argues.

“You’re all my family!” Minho was feeling defensive now. 

“Do you hate the cats?” Minho asked half joking. Jisung huffed.

“I don't hate the cats”

“Mm i’m getting a vibe you're jealous of the cats” Minho smirks.

Jisung sighs frustrated. 

“I knew you wouldn’t take this seriously..” Jisung runs his hands through his hair upset. He paces around the living room. Minho sighs sitting on the couch watching his stressed boyfriend walk back and forth. He rubs his temples. 

“Jagi..” He calls to him.

Jisung ignores him. Minho then stands with a slight groan and walks over stopping Jisung from pacing. His hands grasping his shoulders. 

“I am taking it seriously. I am just trying to understand. Do you not like the cats or the fact that I love them?” Minho asked slowly actually trying decipher the thought process Jisung went through to be so upset with him for loving his pets.

Jisung looked at him with a determined glare. “If the house was on fire what would you save first?”

Jisung was trying a new tactic.

“Other than the cats?”

“Minho!” Jisung whined.

“Probably my diary… photo album… I have those letters from my parents—

“Me! Grab me!” Jisung cries out.

“Why are you still in the burning house?” 

“Because hypothetically this happens when I’m asleep”

“Okay… so I would wake you up” 

“No” Jisung sighs annoyed. Minho is still not getting it. “Okay you come home the house is already on fire”

“Were you trying to cook dinner?” Minho muses, Jisung is not amused.

“The house is in flames, what do you do, and don’t say—“

“Call 911” They say together.

“And why not?” Minho scoffs.

“Who knows how long till they get there!”

“Hanji are you asking me to run into a burning building..”

“Shouldn’t have to..” Jisung grumbles. Minho sighs reaching for him again. Jisung swats his hands away. He puts his hands on his hips and takes breath shaking his head. Minho swallowed thickly seeing his hurt demeanor. This was serious, he finally took that in. It was serious to Jisung, so it was serious to him. 

“Jagiya..” Minho starts in an apologetic soft tone. He moves towards Jisung slowly. Jisung keeps his gaze down and gulps. Minho knew he was bound to start crying any moment. He gently placed his hands on Jisung’s waist, stroking his sides soothingly. Jisung sniffles before lifting his head meeting Minho’s concerned eyes. Jisung tries to blink away his glassy eyes and swallows thickly before speaking.

“If I came home, and I saw our home in flames… I’m not sure the kind of person I would become after seeing that. Everything I know and love is in there. Min, I probably would run into that burning building with only one thought in my mind. You.” He spoke voice unwavering, gaze unshifting and Minho felt dizzy.

He blinked a few times squeezing Jisung’s waist lovingly. He shakes his head furrowing his eyebrows and cups one cheek. He leans in close enough feel Jisung’s breath. He speaks in a hushed tone.

“I wouldn’t want you to do that. It’s far too dangerous. I can’t have you getting hurt or worse because of me.” He frowns at the thought of Jisung putting himself in harm’s way ever. Jisung’s eyes flicker to Minho’s lips. That wasn’t the point, Jisung thought. He was supposed to save me first but he thought of the damn cats. But, I know he still loves me… want to kiss that sweet frown away. No, he has to answer right at least once. Jisung then looked at Minho with a new tactic.

“What if there was a train..” Jisung started and Minho’s eyes closed as he let a breath out his nose. Jisung walks out of his arms continuing on with another hypothetical scenario. 

“And the train could either run on two tracks, on one track tied up are Soondoongdori, and on the other track tied up is me, Han Jisung, handsome, sexy, your loving boyfriend and band mate—

“I’d stop the train” Minho says as if its obvious.

“No thats not an option!”

“Why not?”

“There’s no off switch its just a switch to change tracks, so you have to choose a track”

“Hannie, I say this with all the love in my heart… what the fuck are we talking about?” He holds his cheeks looking into his big doe eyes.

“I think I’m being pretty clear. Would you rather murder me or the cats, Minho?” Jisung challenges.

Minho’s eyes widen. “Jagiyaaaa why can’t I stop the train?” 

Jisung buries his face in his hands whining. 

“Because that’s not the point of the question! It’s who do you love more?”

He looks up face a bit flushed realizing he really did ask that of Lee Minho.

Minho plopped on the couch in defeat.

“I hate this game.”

Jisung stands across from him arms crossed.

“It’s no fun for me either.” He mumbles.

Minho sits arm extending telling Jisung to come over. He hesitiates but obeys. He stands between Minhos knees looking down at him. Minho takes takes his hands gently but firmly. 

“Sungie, it’s different. I love you very much and, yes I love the cats very much too. Now tell me honestly, are you feeling jealous of the cats?”

“Jealous of the cats? I’m not crazy!” He scoffs nervously.

Minho kisses his knuckles. “Baby I’m sorry I’ve made you feel like the cats are my only love. You know you own my heart” 

Jisung sighs softly, loving his touch and kisses. 

“No I know. It’s just… fine yes, I’m jealous of the cats ok? I love you so much that I wish you loved me as much as them.” He says rushed under his shaky breath.

Minho firmly grips his chin.

“I don’t love anything as much as I love you.” 

Jisung’s eyes soften. 

“Don’t lie.” He pleads in a whisper.

“Come here…” Minho pulls him into his chest. He gives him a tight hug kissing his head. Jisung wraps his arms around his torso head tucked into his neck sighing. They hold each other a moment, Minho rubbing his back between his shoulders soothingly. Jisung moves his head to look at him.

“You know one day they will die.” He says quietly with the last bit of envy he has. 

“And so will we.” Minho concludes caress his cheek. 

They gaze at each other a moment finally feeling seen.

“I’m sorry…” Jisung starts.

“None of that…” Minho smiles shaking his head. He holds Jisung’s jaw guiding him into a sweet kiss. Jisung grips Minho’s shirt tightly. Minho pecks Jisung’s lips with care but Jisung wanted more and started kissing back sloppily. Minho smirked and deepened the kiss.

“Meooowww..” Soonie mewed. 

“Not now I’m busy..” Minho muttered not breaking the kiss. He could feel Jisung smile.

~~~~~~~<3~~~~~~~<3~~~~~~~~

[strayingawayy]

the poem that wasn’t love

where han and you both sought solace and inspiration in each other…until you didn't

han sat by the window, the quiet hum of the city drifting through the thin curtain. it was late, too late for either of you to be awake, but neither of you could find the words to speak. the room was still, save for the occasional sound of your soft breathing. your presence lingered, a subtle weight in the air between you, but it wasn’t the kind of closeness that filled his chest with warmth anymore. it wasn’t the kind of connection that could inspire anything beautiful.

he watched you, though, as you sat across from him. there was a sadness in your eyes, something he couldn’t quite understand but knew all too well. you had always been an enigma to him, someone whose heart he couldn’t read, no matter how hard he tried. at first, he had been drawn to you, captivated by your presence, by the way your laugh could fill the room with energy, by the way your eyes sparkled when you spoke. but now… now everything felt too familiar, too ordinary.

he couldn’t help but notice the small things, the ones that were too small to be poetic. your hair, so straight and neat, never messy enough to be anything other than perfectly composed. your glasses, perched too low on your nose, as if you were constantly distracted by the world around you, but never enough to truly see him. the way you slouched when you sat, shoulders curved inward, as if even in the simplest moments, there was something distant about you. he had once romanticized every little detail about you, but now, all those things seemed like nothing more than reminders of why it wouldn’t work.

he wanted to be the one to inspire you, to be the muse you wrote about. he wanted to be something that would live forever in your verses, a constant in the pages you poured your heart into. but when he looked at you now, he couldn’t help but feel that he was just another character in a story he wasn’t meant to be a part of.

it wasn’t that he didn’t care. no, he cared deeply. but somehow, he knew deep inside that the connection he once felt wasn’t enough. it wasn’t enough to fill the void that had grown between you both, a distance he couldn’t bridge, no matter how much he wanted to.

you had always been the one to pull away first, even when your presence filled the space between you. it wasn’t anything malicious. it was simply that neither of you could find the words, the right kind of words, to make it work. your laughter, too, had changed. it was no longer the effortless sound that once brought him comfort. now, it was forced, something that didn’t come naturally, but rather after a second of hesitation, a brief tug of a second chin that made him realize how little you could truly laugh with him anymore.

han had tried, though. he had tried to hold on, to make sense of the tangled mess that had once been so simple. but the more he tried to force something beautiful out of what was no longer there, the more it became painfully clear that it wasn’t love. it was nothing more than a faded thought, an idea he had once romanticized but could no longer hold onto.

he couldn’t write a song about you, not in the way he wanted. there were no verses in his mind that could capture the essence of who you were, not in the way he had once hoped. the words that once seemed to come easily now felt heavy and hollow, like a story he couldn’t finish.

and perhaps the hardest part was realizing that you couldn’t write a poem about him, either. you were no longer inspired by him, not the way you once had been. he wasn’t the muse you could turn into something beautiful, something worth keeping. you couldn’t romanticize him anymore, no matter how hard you tried. the words had escaped you, and now, they seemed too far gone to find. the connection that once felt so alive had withered, leaving only a quiet ache that neither of you knew how to soothe.

the silence between you deepened, like an unspoken understanding of something that had ended, yet hadn’t fully faded. neither of you were the same people who had once filled each other’s lives with hope and dreams. the love you once shared had turned into a distant memory, something that no longer fit into the narrative you both wanted to tell.

han stood up slowly, walking over to the window, his reflection merging with the city lights outside. he didn’t look at you, but he could feel the weight of the moment hanging in the air. it was over, and he knew that even if you both had tried harder, even if you both had written more poems, the words would never have been enough to fill the emptiness.

you remained seated, watching him from across the room, your gaze distant. the space between you felt infinite now, more than just the physical distance that had grown between your bodies. it was the space of unspoken words, of love that had faded into something unrecognizable.

and as the city outside continued to hum, you both silently accepted the truth. sometimes, love just wasn’t enough. sometimes, it simply wasn’t meant to be.

the poem that never was lingered in the air, an unfinished story that neither of you could ever write.

[chrisbangsbf]

Minho/Jisung

Teen and Up | 820 words

"soft sleepy domestic tooth brushing" for ky

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Minho is absolutely fucking exhausted. He's been staring dejectedly at his suitcase for... well, a while. He's been emotionally pent up all week, and on top of all the nonstop schedules, it's a miracle he's even made time to eat, let alone get enough sleep.

It's the kind of tiredness he can feel in his bones, deep seated and ugly and sensitive, and it really wouldn't take but a few seconds for him to doze off if he could just... lay his head onto the pillows and listen to the gentle whir of the air conditioning.

He should shower, or at the very least change his clothes, but it feels like his feet are glued to the floor, like his eyelids are weighted. He's debating skipping the shower all together and pathetically collapsing into bed in his jeans, but then there's a knock at his hotel door that shocks him upright.

"Hyung," comes a voice not even a breath later, the owner of it stepping past the threshold of his room and filling the space with his presence. It feels suffocating in a way Minho's not used to. Not with him.

Taking a deep breath, Minho straightens his spine and it cracks loudly. His fingers slip off the zipper of his toiletry bag as he wobbles, but suddenly Jisung is behind him, wrapping both arms around his waist and pressing his nose to the base of his neck. It must be sticky with sweat.

"Hyung?" Jisung repeats, after Minho doesn't say anything. His voice is softer now, chest solid against his back as he holds him; he's always been able to tell what Minho needs, oftentimes even before Minho himself does.

Minho clears his throat and blinks heavily, leaning his head back onto Jisung's shoulder. "M' sorry, just–" he sighs, lets Jisung kiss behind his ear, soft and caring, "–just so tired I can barely stand up."

Jisung hums, arms tightening around him. It's soothing, to feel his warmth and the rumble of his voice, to smell the shampoo in his damp hair, to be able to relax into him and know he would never let him fall.

"Want me to help you get ready for bed?" he offers, so sweet and lovely and perfect. Minho whines, because he really doesn't feel like doing anything, but he can feel the way Jisung smiles against his neck and... he's always been weak for him.

It's not easy to let himself be doted on, not even like this, but Minho still begrudgingly lets Jisung guide him to the bathroom and sit him on the toilet. He nearly falls asleep again as Jisung takes the time to wipe his makeup off for him, finger pads gently massaging his cheeks as he applies his skin care afterwards, because of course he knows in exactly what order Minho does it. He pouts when Jisung squeezes his jaw and stuffs a toothbrush inside his mouth, and the sound of Jisung's airy laughing makes his stomach swirl with butterflies.

"Keep your mouth open," Jisung says, squatting down next to him and laying his free hand on Minho's thigh. "I don't want you to choke."

Minho makes a disgruntled noise but obeys nonetheless, baring his teeth so Jisung can scrub them properly. He starts with his molars, drawing little circles with the bristles on each one and making sure to get every angle before moving to the other side to do the same. There's definitely a little toothpaste dripping down his chin, but he can't find it anywhere in himself to care.

Jisung brushes his front teeth with extra care, and ordinarily Minho would tease him for it, but all he can think of now is how much he loves him. How he didn't have to do any of this, but he wanted to. It feels domestic, like a little preview into what their future could hold, and before he can sniffle to prevent himself from crying– stupid, stupid, dumb, exhausted feelings– Jisung is guiding him to the sink and cupping water in the palm of his hand for Minho to rinse with.

When Minho meets Jisung's gaze in the mirror, he manages a soft smile. It's sincere, and he can tell Jisung knows everything he's trying to say with it.

Jisung even helps him change into sleep clothes; he pulls his jeans and underwear and socks off and slides a pair of comfy shorts onto his legs instead, swapping his button up with a cotton t-shirt and tucking him into bed.

Minho moans as he snuggles into the duvet, more and more tension leaving his body with each passing second. He processes the light being turned off and the sound of Jisung's footsteps as they approach him. His body slides up behind his with ease, sheets rustling as an arm naturally reaches out to pull him close.

This is exactly what he needed. A moment of peace. A second to breathe, to just exist. Jisung.

"Get some rest, hyung," Jisung whispers, curling their bodies together like pieces of a puzzle.

"Mm," he mumbles, threading their fingers and bringing them up to his lips so he can kiss the back of Jisung's hand, "always sleep better when you're around." 

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[unspoken-blossomed-feelings]

{It's never too late to walk down to the convenience store to get ice-cream.}

ᯓ✮ Jisung, Minho & gn! reader

ᯓ✮ content: domestic life (the usual)

ᯓ✮ wc: 365

ᯓ✮ warning: mention of food (ice-cream).

February, 2021🌱

The ending song from the new anime you had decided to watch was all you could hear in the living room. Minho raised his head slightly from your shoulder before tucking his head under your chin, his hair tickling your neck in the process.

The new episode was about to start when Jisung paused the show and sprang up from his comfortable spot on Minho's chest.

"Ice cream?" he asked, a wide smile adorning his face as he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Yeah!" you shouted back, getting Minho to jump slightly after startling him.

After reaching your hand to bite your finger for screaming in his ear, Minho shook his head. "There's no ice cream left, though."

Minho allowed himself to rest his back against your chest once again as you stared at him bewildered. Had he really just bitten your finger?

Jisung ran towards the hanger and came back with all of your jackets. "Let's go to the convenience store. "

Minho frowned, as if he had heard one of the craziest ideas. "It's 2 AM."

"So?" Jisung answered smirking.

"We're not walking down to the convenience store to get ice-cream at 2 AM." Minho stated plainly.

That's how Minho found himself walking down to the convenience store to get ice-cream at 2 AM. Holding your hand in his left hand, and Jisung's hand in his right hand. It almost felt as if the two of you were pulling him forward because he was practically dragging his feet.

"Aw, Min, stop sulking. We'll get the ice-cream, and then we'll go back right away." Your voice was soft, and he could tell you weren't trying to tease him. But, he couldn't help but huff as he knew he was the one who decided to tag along in the end.

You and Jisung had told him he could wait for the two of you, and that you wouldn't be long. But he didn't want to stay on his own, so it wasn't an option for him.

"Minmin, we'll get you two tubs of ice-cream for this sacrifice." Jisung said while wiping a fake tear with his free hand. "But, you can share them with us too, you know?"

A/N: This prompt also was in my drafts since June 2022. Anyway!! If you're reading this: 1. thank u🫂 2. I hope you're doing well!! 💕 3. Have a peaceful day/ afternoon/ evening/night!! xx

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