#skz ff recs

[myprincejinnie]

skz tumblr fic recs!!

-separated by member and then genre-

if it has more than one genre like mafia and soulmate au then i will put it in the section that i think it leans more towards, but most will have summaries and warnings as well so it will be easy to figure out (hopefully lol). the genre is more au based and not like friends to lovers and stuff bc most aus have those genres as well and it is hard to separate. if it doesn't have an au it is prob in others. this list looks kind of scuffed bare w it pls. i really just made this to keep track of my fav fics so i can reread them. + some of them i haven't read in a while. and others i didn't add bc they are either on hold or it is pretty obvious that they are never going to be finished )); find other group and fandom lists here. i took all these pictures (except lee knows) at the maniac seattle concert and i love them ((:

📕 - one shot/head cannon/short

📚 - series

🔃 - ongoing

✅️ - completed

🔞 - smut + not going to put all warnings for the type of smut going on in each so make sure to read warnings on the og post jic

LEE KNOW

___friends to lovers___

Second Lead Syndrome by theirbbygirl 📕

Summary: y/n and minho have been friends for more than 2 years now, but suddenly she begins to see herself as the mere second lead in minho’s story. will she be the rare second lead who gets her own happy ending? >> Warnings & Tags: angst, fluff, comedy, female reader insert, some crying, and themes of unrequited love

___university au___

Invisible thread by astraystayyh 📚✅️

Summary: your studies were your lifeline for as long as you can remember. what happens when minho comes into your life and rips it away from you? >> Warnings & Tags: university au, academic rivals to lovers (rivals not enemies because they respect each other), slow burn, fluff, angst, reader has a very bad relationship with her mother, insecurities, talk about murder but as a joke, mention of alcohol, reader has she/her pronouns.

___drabbles (kind of)___

SKZ... GIVING HIM A FOREHEAD KISS by seungisms 📕

Summary: none. >> Warnings & Tags: hardcore fluff and minho being soft.

HYUNJIN

___soulmate au___

Lucky Ducky by strayskidsscribbles 📕

Summary: none. >> Warnings & Tags: soulmate au, drabble.

BANG CHAN

___soulmate au___

Human Canvas by kamino-ink 📕

Summary: you were six years old when you got an inkling of what kind of person your soulmate is; they would draw little doodles on their arms all day, and you would draw back. But as an adult, its as if you two are at war with each other, with them covering your right arm with tattoos and you occasionally painting on your left arm for the fun of it. >> Warnings & Tags: soulmate!au, fluff, wee angst.

IN

___drabbles___

Insecurity drabble by chaestats 📕

Summary: ask: "hey 💗 do you think you can write a Jeongin insecurity drabble? Where fem!reader is chubby and is quite insecure of that? TYSM!!" >> Warnings & Tags: suggestive at the end.

i swear i have read some for the others i just cant find them. will add more as i read ((:

LAST UPDATED/ADDED ON: 9.28.2023

[yaniiiiism]

just fine. -h.hj ✦ !

💥 chapter 3.

if you haven't, be sure to read chapter 1 and chapter 2 before , here !

✧ pairing : hwang hyunjin x fem!reader (maybe not) ͏ ✧ info : sadfic (hah) , a LOT of angst , melancholy (ofc) , drama , feelings , mature themes , suggestive , bsfs , one sided. ͏ ✧ personas: uni students ; dancers ; hyunjin does art and dance, reader does dance and songwriting. ͏͏ ✧ word count : 75͏1 ✧ warnings : mature themes !

may not be best friends -> lovers <3

— 🁹

saturday night, 7:21 pm.

The grad party was buzzing, a soft murmur of voices intertwined with the familiar hum of the speakers that played an upbeat mix of pop and R&B. The dim glow of fairy lights hung lazily around the room, adding a cozy warmth to the celebratory atmosphere. The small apartment was packed—everyone scattered about, drinks in hand, laughter spilling freely.

“Dude, I’m telling you, there’s no way your aim is better than mine,” A certain blonde argued, leaning against the wall with a stubborn pout.

A puppy-like guy next to him, chuckled, shaking his head. “Right, because button-mashing totally counts as skill.”

“Hey, don’t act like you’re some god-tier pro.” Felix’s mock offence drew laughter from Jisung, who was idly sipping his drink on the couch nearby.

Hyunjin smiled at the exchange, but his mind was elsewhere, mostly drifting back to someone, who’d promised to meet him later that night. He was absentmindedly twirling the stem of his glass when Felix, spoke again.

"You good, mate? You’ve been zoned ever since we got here."

The raven haired just blinked, bringing himself back to the present. "Huh? Oh, um, just... thinking." He swirled his mocktail idly, not quite meeting his friend's gaze.

"Thinking, huh?" Seungmin, chimed in. The sophomore arched an eyebrow, clearly picking up on something. "About Seori, maybe?"

A smirk tugged at the corner of Felix's lips. "Yeah, Hyun. Everyone knows you've been hung up, badly, on her. You two gonna make it official or what?"

Hyunjin shrugged, a noncommittal sound leaving his lips. "I don't know? ...I guess we’ll see." His response was casual, but the way he avoided their eyes said more than he realised.

Across the dimly lit room, Changbin was mingling with the others, mainly laughing with the two others from the friend group, one of them slightly quieter than usual, as his eyes flicked over to where Hyunjin sat. Minho’s jaw clenched slightly before he turned back to the conversation, but his frustration was clear.

Chan nudged Minho, his dimples lightening up the slight tension. "You’re real quiet tonight, Min. Graduation blues already hitting you?"

The quiet guy let out a half-hearted chuckle, shaking his head. "Mm.. Just thinking about some things."

But the older caught the pointed look he shot in a familiar direction and raised an eyebrow, before pulling him to the rest of the group .

He wasn’t oblivious to what was happening—not by a long shot.

"Hyung, where's Y/n? I haven't seen her since the party started." A younger ginger spoke, approaching the group with a soda in his hand.

Hyunjin shrugged once more, taking a sip of his drink. "She’s been busy with school, I think..? Plus, she’s got her own.. thing going on or something."

Seungmin raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, but it wouldn’t kill you to check in on her once in a while, would it?"

"Whenever I try to talk to her, she just pushes or shuts me out and I can't even talk to her for more than 5 minutes." Hyunjin responded, a frown on his face.

"And why do you think that is?" Mumbled Minho, his jaw clenched and voice slightly inaudible. But he heard that.

"What?"

"She's been pretty quiet lately," Felix suddenly spoke, sensing the tension. "Maybe you should give her a call or something! You know, just to see how she's doing." He awkwardly laughed.

Hyunjin furrowed his brows, clearly puzzled by the sudden concern. "What’s with you guys? Y/n is fine, she’s just busy." He waved it off like it was nothing, his eyes drifting back to the room where Seori was standing with some of the other girls. "Anyway, I’m focused on Seori."

Minho’s grip on his glass tightened slightly, but he kept his voice even. "Yeah, you’re real focused, alright," he muttered under his breath, though no one seemed to catch it.

Felix sighed softly, glancing at the others, exchanging looks. They had all noticed the way Y/n's mood had shifted lately—the way her bright, infectious energy had dimmed, especially when Hyunjin wasn’t paying attention. But they weren’t going to push. Not yet, anyway.

Jisung, trying to lighten the mood, clapped Hyunjin on the shoulder. "Well, just don’t forget about your friends while you’re chasing after Seori. You never know who might need you, yeah?"

Hyunjin offered a half-hearted smile, not fully understanding the deeper meaning behind Jisung’s words. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. I won’t forget about any of you."

But the party had only began thirty minutes ago.

author's note !

2 chapters in one day omg (kms i lied i have 5 chapters ready in the drafts) BUTTTTTTT SHSHSHSHSHHHH can yall SEE the tension here🤗 ALSO. IMPORTANT POINT. pay attention to the timings and events !!!! THEYRE ESSENTIAL BUT A BIT CONFUSING BUT JS STAY FOCUSED ON THAAAA💔 o well bye now ill continue drafting chp6 hHHSHSHSHHHAHS lmk if you wanna be added to my taglist!! 🤓 ty for reading, love u <3

tag list:

@babybreadddd

[sageandlily]

October 2023 favourite reads (Kpop boygroup edition)

🕸Hi! another month come to an end quite fast this year and it's the spooky season month, Ocrober. I didn't read that much fic this month because I got caught by a lot of stuff in my life and social media has been draining me for some reason. But, this month fic recs mostly in greek gods, mythical creatures and bridgerton-ish theme. Once again I always wish that both the stories and the writers (who are amazing, beautiful and talented!) gets more recognition and appreciation.

May November be an amazing month for all of you who came across this post🖤

Viewfinder (🔞Seungmin x reader x Lee Know) by @seospicybin

Absolutely love the dynamic between reader and the boys. What a roller coaster!

Collateral (🔞I.N x reader x Hyunjin) by @seospicybin

As somebody who currently trying her best to applying job in magazine industry, this fic really hit something on me.

Gladius Maximus (Son of Zeus!Bangchan x reader) by @neo-shitty

I'm a sucker for anything demigod or percy jackson inspired so when this fic came on my for you page, I immediately click on it and I'm not regretting it.

Star Lost (Son of Zeus!Bangchan x reader) by @neo-shitty

The sequel for the fic above.

Enemies to lovers (Son of Aphrodite!Hyunjin x reader) by @taelme

I just wanted to tell you how much i love this fic and you're such a talented writer bcs i re-read this fic 3 times!

Too Hot Too Handle (🔞Felix x reader) by @seospicybin

In conclusion: the title tells you all😵‍💫🥵.

The Secret Admirer (San x reader) by @edenesth

I'm a sucker for enemies to lovers trope and San is so ashuekwlfh.

For Me (Mingi x reader) by @hwanchaesong

I'm waiting for the sequel dear writer!

Patience (🔞Seungcheol x reader) by @fantasyescapes17

I'm in my bridgerton rabbit hole when suddenly this fic came out in my for you page and I am HOOKED.

The Siren's Call (🔞Felix x reader) by @petrichor-han

Just a beautiful writing also Felix as a siren?? i can imagine how majestic he is.

The Most Lonely Creature (🔞Yeosang x reader) by @atzfilm

Honestly as a Yeosang biased atiny, this was one of my fav mythical creature fic of him. I've re-read this twice hahaha

Project Omen (🔞Wooyoung x reader x Hongjoong) by @atzfilm

I just wanted to tell you how much i really like this fic bcs this one has been in my mind since i read it last August?? I decided to re-read it several times and it still got me. Kudos to you, such a talented writer!

Thank you for checking this post! See you next month🖤

[imoosgnaj]

( 🌊 ) /// Soomi in stray kids Lose My breath music video

line distribution

"Ah, I lose my breath when you're walkin' in 'Cause when our eyes lock, it's like my heart stops" (Charlie Puth → Soomi)

"Your lips on my lips make me lose my, ah, ah Baby, keep 'em there 'til there's no air in my chest" (Charlie Puth → Soomi)

Outfits

Solo Scene

Soomi's solo scene comes right after the second chorus. She is sitting on a boat, all by herself, in the middle of the ocean.

This referrs to the boat scene in The Little Mermaid, where Ariel sits on the boat along with Eric. However, in the MV it wasn't a successful love story, her crush (in the MV) didn't love her back.

Taglist: @mynameisnotlaura @hyunmikim @xakx @klmllr

[kiestrokes]

goodsoop's couch and ramen recs: BTS

🗝️note: oh look, it's the list I started before manic deactivating back in march. rip to my og rec tag and all those lovely fics. Sadly, this is only new fics from my tbr and not my full collection 🥲 BUT this is for the fluff, slice of life and sfw readers! personally for the acespec babes who sometimes get icked out by smut.

SEOKJIN

my plus one by @btsgotjams27 🍜This is kicking the blankets, cuddled up on the couch, eating snacks with your girlfriends watching a new elite romcom worthy. I love this Jin so very much.

the one with seokjin, soju, and all the stars in the sky by @eoieopda 🍜 "Sojin has entered the chat," - when I tell you I screamed in laughter at this cuteness. You really nailed how a Sagittarius remembers the little things too.

YOONGI

the one with yoongi, netflix and zero chill by @eoieopda 🍜 “cum over?” - JADE 😂 omg, why is the embodiment of every casual relationship I have been in. The way that I felt every awkward and soft moment, deep in the crevice of my bones.

Just Between Us by @herecomesjoon 🍜 “I figured he would be safe with the bookshelf.” - Saturn nooo! You should have seen my look of alarm. We cannot trust Joon to build anything. The gathering of little moments in this is my favorite thing ever!

HOSEOK

And on the seventh day... by @moni-logues 🍜 it’s giving lazy Sundays, cuddled up with our own personal sunshine.

We'll Never Have Sex by @eoieopda 🍜 You were already melting into a puddle under that sunshine in his eyes - how this entire fic and your writing made me feel.

NAMJOON

Hungry (For Your Love) by @minisugakoobies 🍜The way that this gives me reversed Spike x Buffy roles, the setting immediately putting me in Sunnydale and with Namjoon of all people 🫠

just like riding a bike by @effortandmore 🍜 Listen...this is like walking through an OST music video, so colorful and whimsical.

JIMIN

pork belly by @yoongiphoria 🍜I love love love this, it's so realistic and Jimin's personality traits were captured beautifully. Have thought about this many times while I was away.

adonis by @xjoonchildx 🍜 if you love Ana’s provocative humor this is a must read, obviously I came for Jimin but I stayed for Mrs. Yun.

TAEHYUNG

Swoon by @minisugakoobies 🍜I'm pretty sure I blacked out after that description of THE Park Jimin dressed as Harley Quinn, and my jaw on the desk at Tony Stark JJK. Please this is every army x comic nerds wet dream.

Maybe by @leviackermanscleaningbuddy 🍜 Elite F2L, unrealized mutual pining and a little angsty, just how I like it.

JUNGKOOK

T-Shirt by @still-with-koo

🍜 “You trying to make me throw up or something?” - LO I laughed so hard at this that my eyes hurt from them crinkling. Oh, I adore this couple and their witty teasing.

[hyunjinsicecream]

fics i've read !

my favs♡

• worn out jackets1 , part2- hyunjin

• the chance of love- chan

• illicit and priceless- chan

• clover prince- hyunjin

• enemies to lovers- chan

• free fall- chan

• between the lines- minho

• parasitic- chan

• vampire- chan

• a throne of roses- hyunjin

• unrequited love- hyunjin

• priceless- chan

chan

° ill never leave you

° take me back

° vampire au

° vmas au

° pros and cons

° tattoo artist chan

° worn out soles

minho

° a marriage story

° for better for worse

° invisible thread

° vivid

° echoes of love

° lost in translation (s)

changbin

° respite

hyunjin♡

° rupunzel au

° crying lightning - places places

° strawberry kisses

° barista hyunjin

° shoot your shot

° enough for you series

° pretty cute

° its knot you

° sparks

° jealousy jealousy (s)

° bespoke stendhal (s)

° versace on the floor (s)

° detective au (s)

° verisimilitude (s)

° lovebound (s)

han

° so this is growing up (s)

° i can hear the siren (s)

° volcano

° bloom mp3

° tattoo artist au

° even if things were different

° captain save-a-hoe (s)

° watch your six (s)

felix

° bodyguard au

seungmin

° eighteen

jeongin

[str4ykin9s]

Hiiii!

Hi! I'm a fellow stay and a minchan shipper, if you want any minchan story recs ask them!!!

Byeee!

[bullet1ni]

IN Wonderland Ch. 2:

do you remember?

pairing: jeongin x reader (feat. skz changbin, exo sehun, g-idle soyeon, nct jaehyun, svt mingi)

word count: 4.6k

🔐warnings: graphic scenes, trauma, nightmares, psychopath!queen of hearts, sadist!queen of hearts, blood, violence, fire...? (does this count), descriptions of injuries, burns, etc., extreme apathy, nudity (you can't really tell it's only in the beginning), death of an animal, swearing, fluff if you squint really really hard (jeongin cares about the reader), angst-so fucking much of it

author's note: this one starts right where chapter 1 left off, so if you need a little refresh, chapter 1 is right here

click here for the series spotify playlist

⚠️!Minors and sensitive readers proceed with caution!⚠️

please don't copy or repost my homework

click here for the series masterlist

reblogs, comments, and constructive criticism are very much appreciated🙂

Preview:

“I don’t see why that’s important.” You looked at the painting, the countryside of greens and golds. “I need to train to make them go away.”

“Damn it, y/n.” he tangled his hands into his hair, tugging harshly. “Just tell me.” There was silence for a long time.

Until,

"He breathed fire. Remember?"

You shrugged the robe off, breaking eye contact by shutting your eyes. The effects of the recovery formula seemed to be wearing off. The prince's eyes scanned your naked figure, unbothered, then wheeled his vital monitor next to you from a wall.

His cold, slender fingers grasped your arm gently, strapping you to the machine, occasionally brushing your breasts, your neck, your collarbones. They were intimate movements, even erotic, but those words did not apply in this situation. The mile-high walls both of you had constructed in self-preservation did not allow room for such feelings.

 Two beeps in rapid succession indicated the machine whirring to life. The sound of Jeongin's pen scratching on paper filled the silent room. 

“Alright y/n,” he unstrapped you with the same freezing touch. “You can leave."

His eyes roved over your body, exposed, naked. How funny that something so beautiful, so divine and broken was right before his eyes, and he felt…nothing. No arousal, no attraction, neither pity nor sorrow. Just shades of gray that morphed and twisted in his gut. 

You pulled the robe back over your shoulders again and walked out of the room without looking at him. Making your way barefoot back through the plush, carpeted corridors, something gnawed at your stomach. You were lightheaded, and walking caused black to creep and recede against the edge of your vision. Reaching your room seemed to take ages.

Finally, the familiar door was swam in and out of focus before you. You reached out to tap a faint knock against it and the effort almost made you fall. The door was quickly answered by Camille. 

“My lady,” she hurried to grab you under an arm. Camille was dainty and thin, and her grip on you was weak and not at all reassuring. You wondered what would happen if you actually fell. You shook her off, wobbling unsteadily for a moment, before slowly making your way into room. Camille closed the door behind you and stood watching uncertainly as you lurched towards your dining table. You collapsed into the nearest chair.

“My lady,” Camille approached you hesitantly. “The medics sent word ahead to me…the kitchen prepared food. Would you like to have it now?”

“Yeah,” you rested your head against the back of the seat. “Is it here yet?” 

“Yes, it’s here, my lady.” She picked up a large silver tray from a table by the door and placed it on the table in front of you. “Do you…do you need help?” Her voice wavered a little. “I-I mean, would you like me to-”

“No.”

You cut her off, sitting up and taking the lid off a tureen of soup. The thought of someone feeding you was repulsive. You picked up a spoon and gave the soup a mix. “What is this?”

“Potato leek, my lady, and wild rice.” You took a sip. It was searing hot, and you felt it as it made its way down your throat. After a second, you felt a comforting warmth spreading through your limbs. It was really good.

You started eagerly on the rest of the tray, steadily eating your way through numerous bowls and plates. Camille stood in silence, watching for a second, then gave a slight shake of her head and left. 

When an hour later, hunger finally appeased, you pushed the tray away from you and wiped the edge of your mouth with your thumb, she reentered the room with a pitcher of iced orange juice and a glass. She set both down on the table, wordlessly poured the glass full, and lifted the tray of now-empty dishes and left the room again. You pulled the glass towards you and stared after Camille. 

Aside from the prince, she was the other cause for both extreme confusion and annoyance on your part. Your assigned lady-in-waiting, she was the person you saw the most.

Unfortunately.

Something about her made you uncomfortable. She was gentle, kind, patient-an embodiment of everything you couldn’t be. But perhaps the thing you hated about her the most, was that she tried her best to take care of you, when you were absolutely undeserving of anyone’s care. 

Once when you were six, a little while after you first arrived at the castle, you accidentally killed your pet rat. Her name had been Yoona. You’d dropped her from a third floor balcony by accident. At the time, the blood on your hands scared the hell out of you. Little did you know, she was only the first to die at your hands.

The first of a whole slew that followed.

Your six-year-old self had been horrified, to say the very least. You’d cried and cried for nights on end. Your caretakers, annoyed to death by your constant tears, had tried everything to make you feel better.

“It’s alright, y/n, she was only a rat,” they said. “It wasn’t your fault, it was a mistake.”

A mistake, your mistake, had taken a life, even if it was only a rat's life. Their words did nothing to help you. If anything, they made you even more miserable. 

That’s how Camille made you feel. Shitty. You downed the orange juice and shook your head to clear your thoughts. You turned your head towards the open doors of your balcony, looking to the sky. The deepest parts of the heavens were already purple, sparsely spread with twinkling, early evening stars. The edge of the sun cast a fiery red and orange glow on the rest of the sky. 

You stood up and walked out onto the balcony, looking down at the courtyard below you. General Changbin was talking to a group of Clubs, gesturing slightly with his hands. Long, purple shadows and rosy light spilled around them, contouring their faces. Changbin, sensing your gaze, lifted his head to look up at you.

His face morphed from easy, commanding, to cold and guarded all at once. You mirrored that sentiment. His eyes flashed steely as he gave you a short bow in acknowledgement. The other Spades, following Changbin’s gaze, looked up at you on the balcony. 

Several of them looked fearful or apprehensive, but others smirked and nudged each other. This didn’t bother you, not anymore. You knew what they were saying. The prince’s whore. The murderer. You did nothing to stop the rumors. Let them say what they want. As if they knew anything.

You rested your elbows on the edge of the balcony and looked up at the sky. The stars winked back.

The next morning, entering the dining room from your bedroom, Camille was busy setting the table. You sat down as she poured you tea. 

“Official news from the queen's council this morning, my lady,” she said, setting down the teacup in front of you. You picked it up and brought it to your lips. “They have been in contact with Odhria for the past month, discussing possible partnerships. A delegation will be arriving in three weeks.”

You picked up the cup and took a sip before replying.

"For how long?"

"A month, my lady. There are going to be so many events, so I’ll need to take your measurements for new gowns, today,” she continued. “It’s an inconvenience, but such short notice…”

“You can take them after breakfast.” You picked up a fork and knife and began cutting the omelet that was on the plate in front of you. Camille took your measurements when you finished eating, then left with the breakfast try.

You spent the morning wandering the rose gardens. They were quiet, filled with silent Spades with their buckets of crimson paint and tiny paintbrushes. They ignored you completely and stayed out of your way. The gardens were huge, you could get lost if you weren't paying attention.

It took around twenty minutes and about twenty thousand twists and turns to reach the center of the gardens. These parts were the quietest, as far from the castle you could get while still being in the castle.

The roses here were still snowy white, untouched by the paintbrushes of the Spades. The bushes towered above you, closing in, a little patch of cerulean sky or the occasional smudge of white cloud was all you could see of the outside world.

You did not leave the garden for lunch. Instead, lay on the grass, hiding in the silence, in the soft shadows, watching the clouds drift high above. You were doing nothing, but it felt like an act, trying to keep your mind clear. You only left when you heard a Spade approaching your hiding spot.

You could tell they didn’t expect anyone to be there because they were humming a happy little tune to themselves. It caught you off guard. Very few people in the castle were happy. You listened for a second, still, unmoving, then sat up silently and crept away from his voice, retreating into the maze of bushes again. 

Your plan had been to resist the need to train for as long as possible. And you tried, you really did. Still, you went looking for Jeongin the very next day. A servant opened the door for you as you entered his dining room where he was having lunch. You stood, looking at him, refusing to speak first. He looked at you over his steak.

“Well?” he prompted. “Surely you haven’t come to just watch me eat.” You looked at him until he looked down. When he lifted his fork to his mouth, you spoke.

“I want to train.”

He swallowed.

“I can’t let you do that. Tomorrow, maybe.”

You took in his words for about five seconds, then turned and left without a word.

For the next week, you showed up during his lunch without fail, and every day for the next week, the same words: ‘Tomorrow, maybe.’

One day, you were roaming the castle and discovered an empty sunlit room. It was dusty and unused, filled with strange paintings, unlike the ones in the rest of the castle. They were not of the queen, or the prince, or of you, or any other duke, lord, or baron. They were of rolling hills, and rivers, and sunsets. It was so different, you thought maybe everyone had forgotten about it.

You sat on the floor with your back against the wall, looking at the painting across you, of a lush countryside. You didn’t feel yourself drifting off to sleep, but you did. 

That day was when the nightmares returned.

They had first started when you were fourteen, shortly after you began the business with the mutants. You quickly learned that by training yourself until you dropped from exhaustion was an excellent way to keep them at bay. So you hadn't had any for several years. But that day, they came back with a vengeance, a horrifying, heart-stopping fury.

It was of a mutant, like they all were.

The man who breathed fire.

He had been and continued to be, one of the worst, eyes glowing bright red, face and body burned. Every time fire shot out of his open mouth, he screamed and clutched his neck, the fire burning his insides to smithereens. 

The fight had been long, painful, and bloody. He fought to stay alive with a feral energy, abandoning technique entirely and just trying to hurt you as much as possible.

You remembered how he had died. 

He was prowling towards you, snarling in pain and fury, eyes wild and crazed, like a rabid animal. Blood covered the two of you, both yours and his.

Angry burns and soot covered half of his body, the other half was already charred black. You had a large, heavy burn yourself, all along your left arm that sizzled and festered. He opened his mouth and roared as flames burst from his throat.

You leapt to the side.

He stumbled around wildly for a moment, trying to see through the smoke. You ran towards him, sword brandished and at the ready. He hissed and opened his mouth again, ready to blow.

You shoved the sword into his mouth. Deep, down, hard. The tip of the sword came out, glowing red, through his backbone. His flesh began to burn and smoke upon contact with the glowing metal.

The man, impaled, slumped down onto his side immediately. Blood trickled in spiderwebs over his face as he drew in laborious, hacking breaths.

You watched him.

His eyes met yours, and you saw tears spill from his eyes. They said it all. Sadness. Relief. Anger. Resentment. You watched life leave him.

You awoke to find Jeongin shaking you hard. Behind him, Camille, with her hands clapped to her mouth, and twenty something other people, watching you and whispering.

“Y/n, are you awake? Can you hear me?” his voice low, meant only for you. Your palms were sweaty as you braced yourself, sitting up from the awkward sprawl you had assumed during the nightmare. Jeongin sat back on his heels and let out a breath. 

“It was only a dream. She'll be fine.” He turned to look at the crowd. “Return to your original posts and do not speak of this.” With several low mutters and sideways glances, the group dispersed, exiting the room single file.

Camille hesitated at the door.

"Your highness, shouldn't she rest? I can bring her back to her room."

Jeongin shook his head.

"Thank you, Camille, but I would like to speak with her first. I'll send her back to you soon enough."

"Yes, your highness." Camille nodded and bowed herself out of the room.

You slumped back against the wall, squeezing your eyes shut. Even in consciousness, the man, burned and ruined, appeared beneath your eyelids, tears and blood mixing patterns on his face. 

“Which one was it?” he asked in a whisper, shifting a little to sit against the wall next to you. You were silent, ashen-faced beside him. “Which one?” he asked again. 

“I don’t see why that’s important.” You looked at the painting, the countryside of greens and golds. “I need to train to make them go away.”

“Damn it, y/n.” he tangled his hands into his hair, tugging harshly. “Just tell me.” There was silence for a long time.

Until,

"He breathed fire. Remember?"

Jeongin looked at you sadly.

He remembered. God, he remembered them all, and he remembered your face every time you saw what he did. Hopeless and desperate.

What was the use of being a prince if he couldn’t even control his own life?

He insisted on knowing your dream because he wanted to feel the guilt that you felt. He wanted to feel all the shame and self-loathing, because he deserved it. They were all a culmination of his work. He deserved it more than you, at any rate.

The man’s name was Micah. His crime, serving the queen tea that was too hot. She burned her tongue, and in return, Jeongin burned him. Literally.

Jeongin remembered Micah’s desperate convulsing during the first modification, the first burst of flame that almost caused him to die. But Jeongin, and his cursed genius, brought him to life again. When Micah sputtered to life again, his eyes crazed with agony and anger, he had burned the lab and all of Jeongin’s experiments to ashes. 

Jeongin thought that was fair. He had nearly killed Micah, then dragged him back from the brink of death, only to be killed again. Wrenched away any honor or self-respect that remained for the poor man. There are very little things worse than that.

“I need to train.” You repeated, voice was steady, if a little detached. 

Jeongin looked at you, then followed your gaze to the painting. The twisting in his chest became heavy, lowering into his stomach. He exhaled. 

“Okay.”

The following days were filled with hours spent in the training room, you at the center of the room with Changbin, Jeongin sitting against the wall with a notebook and a pencil, and preparations for the arrival of the Ohdrian delegation. 

The morning before the arrival of the delegation, you were summoned to the queen’s council chamber. When you entered the room, the entire council was seated at the long table, with the queen at the head and Jeongin at her right side. Looking up, the smile she gave you was big, every single tooth showing, with the enthusiastic air of someone who is unhinged. 

“Lady, y/n! So glad to see you.” She reached her right arm out imperiously and you walked towards her, knelt, and kissed her hand. It was rough and wrinkly as you ghosted your lips across it. 

“Your majesty.”

“My executioner.” she looked at you in the way someone might look at a very expensive car. You straightened up again. 

“Yes, lady y/n.” The queen’s closest advisor, Sehun, was the one who spoke. “Please have a seat. The council would like to discuss several matters regarding the Ohdrian delegation with you.” He pointed to the only empty seat at the table, on the left of the queen. You sat down. 

“Lady y/n,” Sehun began. “As you know, the delegation from Ohdria will be arriving tomorrow morning. The council recognizes that you are,uh…you prefer...solidarity within the castle, but we would like you to attend meals in the dining hall during their stay, in the name of respect.” He stopped there and waited for you to nod before continuing.

“In addition to meals, you are also required to attend every ball and event hosted by Wonderland.” You nodded again.

“Now," Sehun shifted in his seat ever so slightly. "we must discuss your duties as the kingdom’s executioner. We are planning executions for during meals, and Ohdria is bringing their own prisoners.Their executioner is also visiting, so you’ll get to meet them.” The queen nodded, assuming an all-knowing expression.

“This will be a good opportunity for you, my dear.” She smiled down the table at you. “You’ll finally get to meet someone like you!” 

‘Like you.’

You doubted they would be like you.

“Yes,” said Sehun dubiously. “How nice.”

“Ahem.” It was Soyeon, a sharp-eyed, brilliant and viciously gorgeous woman, one of the queen’s military strategists. “I seem to remember one more thing.”

“Oh, yes.” Sehun nodded. “We've arranged private showcases for the king of Ohdria and select close advisors. King Alvaro is bringing special prisoners, so that you and Prince Jeongin will have a chance to showcase your skills.”

You felt your blood running cold as the implications of the statement dawned on you. Jeongin seemed to be recognizing the same things across from you, and stiffened perceptibly. Sehun ignored this.

“Meaning, the prince will execute a genetic modification on the subjects, and you, my lady, will terminate them.” He turned to look at Soyeon. “Have I forgotten anything, general?”

“No, I think that’s it,” she replied. She turned to you. “Do you have any questions, Lady y/n?”

“I do,” said Jeongin.

Everyone turned to look at him, including you, surprised. He looked back at you.

“Of course. What is it, your highness?” Soyeon inclined her head towards him. 

“Why is it necessary for us - Lady y/n and I - to showcase our…skills? What does that have to do with our relationship with Ohdria?” There were mild titters from around the room. The queen rolled her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest. 

“Of course, you’re young, so it may not be immediately understood,” said Lord Jaehyun, a handsome man halfway down the table. “But you, your highness, are surprisingly clueless for a proclaimed genius.” More laughs from the councilors. 

Jeongin's eyes narrowed to slits.

“You forget your place, Lord Jaehyun, as do the rest of you.” Jeongin’s voice was hard and commanding, and the laughing faded rapidly. “Stop jesting and just answer the question from your prince.”

“Of course, your highness. Forgive me.” Jaehyun gave the prince a seated bow. “To answer your question, it is necessary to showcase your abilities because you are Wonderland’s greatest asset and Ohdria is a powerful nation, whom we would be well-served to befriend. Your abilities will show them what Wonderland has to offer. Lady y/n, on the other hand, would be a subtle reminder to the Ohdrians that Wonderland is a powerful nation, whom they would be wise to befriend."

“That, and we’re trying to marry you to Princess Laverne,” added Soyeon. Jeongin’s jaw dropped open. All the councilors looked taken aback. Sehun hurriedly attempted to settle Jeongin down, but the damage had already been done.

"Er, your highness. We were just going to-" Jeongin cut him off.

“You’re WHAT?! Why was I not informed of this?” He slammed his fist down onto the table. The queen gave a violent jump.

“Good heavens, darling! Please relax. Princess Laverne is a gorgeous girl.” She said this as if it settled everything, resting her hand on his arm.

Jeongin looked like he was resisting the urge to push her away. He just stared around the room in disbelief. Seeing the unamused expressions looking back at him, he stood up. 

“Very well. You all may do whatever you wish. Am I dismissed, mother?” He looked at the queen. 

“Of course, darling.” He left, door slamming behind him. “Don’t forget the mutations!” 

"General Soyeon," hissed Sehun, rounding on her. "Pray tell, why on earth did you think that was a good idea?"

"He's not a child, Duke Sehun. He should understand that his marriage would be made to benefit Wonderland," Soyeon returned sharply. "We should not treat him like a child, he needs to learn that his first duty is in matters of the nation." The queen, seemingly done with the meeting, was gazing up at the ceiling and twiddling her fingers.

"All that you say is true," Sehun agreed, "but don't you think you ought to have conferred with the council before disclosing such sensitive information? It seems to have distressed him."

Mingi, the council's historian, had been watching you for a while. He spoke up for the first time.

"Perhaps we shouldn't hold onto the lady, so as not to bore her with matters which do not concern her."

"A wonderful suggestion, Lord Mingi." Sehun turned to you. "Lady y/n, you are dismissed from this meeting unless you have questions."

You stood up, bowed to the room, and walked out after Jeongin.

Outside the room in the hallway, you became aware of your heart pounding in your chest and the buzz in your ears. You walked robotically through the castle in a daze. You weren’t really heading anywhere, but your feet lead you to the door of the training room. You found yourself staring at it blearily, wondering how you got there. You rested a shaky hand on the handle. 

When you opened the door, Jeongin was already inside, as if he knew you were coming. He sat against the wall in his normal spot, notebook and pencil lying at his feet, sitting with his elbows on his bent knees, head buried between his hands. He looked so small, so unlike a prince. You wanted to feel some empathy for him. He looked up and gave an empty smile when he saw you.

You moved closer to him as he ran his hands through his hair. You just stood there, unmoving, quiet, the only miniscule comfort you could provide. He buried his face in his hands again. After a second, his muffled voice spoke.

“You probably think I’m overreacting. I mean, it’s only marriage.” You pondered his statement. 

“You absolutely are. Why are you this upset?”

“You’ll think I’m ridiculous.” He leaned his head against the wall with his eyes closed, then opened one eye to peek at you. You only looked back. He sighed. “I would ruin her. I can’t love her. I can’t even pretend.”

“So?”

“Her life would be miserable.” You processed that, then your jaw dropped. "And it would make my life miserable. Well, more miserable."

“That’s what you’re worried about?!” You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Jeongin didn’t reply. “That is one of the dumbest things I have ever heard in my life. We ruin people’s lives all the time.”

“I ruin lives. You end them. It’s different.”

“How?” 

He looked up at you in disbelief for a second, then shook his head and looked back down. 

“You of all people should understand.”

“Care to spell it out for me?” He lifted his head to look at you. His features were carefully arranged in a neutral expression, but his eyes betrayed him, shiny and wet. His voice came out dark and quiet.

“Don’t you sometimes wish you were dead instead of this?” You looked at him carefully.

“Yeah.”

“Don’t you hope this doesn’t happen to anyone else?” You didn’t answer. “Don’t you?” You stared into those striking black eyes, glinting strangely. Your eyes flickered to the ceiling for a second. When you looked back down at him, they were steely and hard.

“You're asking if I’d ever wish this on anyone else.” He nodded. “I’ll answer you.” You leaned down until your face was level with his, looking him dead in the eyes. “I don't care. The whole world can go fuck itself for all I care.” You straightened up again. “Don't let that keep you up at night. Look what they made you.”

His eyes flickered to the ground. They stayed there. 

“Is that really what you think?” He looked back up at you.

“It is.”  

The Ohdrian delegation arrived the next morning. The queen stood on the steps to the palace, you on one side, Jeongin on the other. Behind you stood a large group of Diamonds and several of the queen’s Eights.

A Club from the watchtower came running up the path to the castle. He knelt down on one knee and bowed his head.

“Your majesty, the delegation of Ohdria has arrived. Permission to open the gates.” The queen grimaced.

“Of course, you fucktard. Would you have our guests just camp outside the walls?” The Club trembled.

“No, your majesty.” 

“Then go open the gate before I have you beheaded.”

“Yes, your majesty. Right away.” The Club stood up shakily, gave a low bow, and ran off. The queen poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue in annoyance.

Off in the distance, the main castle gate gave a loud groan. Slowly, the two halves of the door spread open, and the figures of the Ohdrians appeared. It was fifty or so people, nobles and court members on horseback, soldiers on foot. There were two big carriages, pulled by majestic-looking white horses. Servants held the reins of pack horses, heavily burdened with parcels and packages. The group slowly made its way through the sprawling front lawn, up the long path leading to the castle, and finally shuffle through the smaller courtyard gate with some difficulty. Beside you, the queen adjusted the crown on her head, fluffed up her enormous skirt, and arranged her features into a big smile. 

When the crowd finally came to a stop a few hundred yards away from the foot of the steps, the queen spread her arms wide in a welcoming gesture. 

“Welcome, good people of Ohdria. I am the Queen of Hearts, ruler of Wonderland!” The crowd split neatly in half down the middle, revealing the two carriages at the back of the delegation. The people on foot knelt to one knee, the people on horseback bowed their heads with respect. A man on a black horse, clad in sweeping brown robes and a strange looking hat-crown thing cleared his throat.

“Gracious hosts of Wonderland, the people of Ohdria thank you for your warm welcome.” His sonorous voice rang through the courtyard. “May I present to you, the crown princess of Ohdria, Laverne Wolfe, first of her name and fourth daughter of House Wolfe, and His Royal Majesty, the king of Ohdria, third of his name, seventh king of his House, Alvaro Wolfe.”

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top ships: yeonbin, minsung, hyunlix

top tropes: enemies to lovers, fake/pretend relationship

hours reading: 200+ (idek but it has to be A LOT)

wordcount: gotta be at least 450 000+

a fic that changed your life and/or you made it your whole personality:

(wc 71k, lowkey enemies to lovers, obviously sherlock universe, heavy angst, very likely to make you cry)

my personal comment: absolutely hilarious and heartwrenching at the same time, i actually read it three times and cried everytime, my friend and i go ✨crying crying crying ✨ whenever anything sherlock related is mentioned, there's about 100% chance i will read this again

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Masterlist

hey! my name is lia

I'm bahablastplz here and BahaBlastPlease! on AO3 this is a SKZ ff blog, MDNI! (chan and felix biased) Oneshots: Bang Chan: Best friend's brother: Chan x reader Your best friend's brother Chan has always been secretly obsessed with you Roommate: Chan x Reader Roommate Chan who wants to help you destress with a massage after a long day... Lee Minho: coming soon...

Seo Changbin: Changbin + Choking Small drabble about asking bf Changbin to choke you for the first time Hwang Hyunjin: Canvas: Hyunjin x Reader A late night with your boyfriend turns into something more as you both try something you had only talked about before Han Jisung: Best Friend: Han x Reader Han is your best friend. Which is great, if you weren't about to go on a date with someone else... Lee Felix: All in: Felix x Reader (Mafia Au Series) You didn't know what you were getting yourself into when you started dating Yang Jungwon, notorious mafia boss. Your life gets flipped upside down when you're found beaten and bloody by SKZ, the rival mafia group, and you're quickly integrated into their lives. What will happen when you try to leave your old life behind and start anew? Lollapalooza Felix Thinking about Felix from Lollapalooza, your boyfriend, and being absolutely horrendously down bad for him after the show. Kim Seungmin: Prove it: Seungmin x Reader, Part 2 Kim Seungmin, your best friend, is so fucking smug all the time. You make the mistake of implying that no man can finger a girl the way they do in porn, and you make the mistake of challenging him when he tells you he can. Seungmin + Lip ring Small drabble about boyfriend Seungmin with his lip ring in that photoshoot and you go feral for him

Yang Jeongin: Undeniably His: Jeongin x Reader Have you ever wondered what sex would be like with your boyfriend the first time after he turns into a vampire with new and overly heightened senses?

OT8: SKZ and their kinks SKZ as types of doms *** Threesome Series: Always there: Hyunjin x Reader x Changbin Your friend makes you feel bad after a night out at the club, but luckily, you’ve always had Hyunjin and Changbin to comfort you. Or maybe more than that, if that’s what you want. Is that what you want? Snap: Minho x Reader x Jisung After your boyfriend decides to punish you by not touching you for two weeks, you take matters into your own hands. There's one way to make him snap, and that is Han Jisung. Make it Hurt: Seungmin x Reader x Jeongin Your best friend is a menace. A stupid, kinky menace that drags you along to a BDSM event with her when your curiosity gets the best of you. What will happen when a strangely attractive man asks you if you want to do your first scene with him and his friend? Cosmic Love: Chan x Reader x Felix A night at the club turns into a lot more than you anticipated, all thanks to a stupid text that you don't even remember sending. The next day, Chan and Felix invite you over for dinner. That's all it is, right?

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🍢 chapter 5.

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☆┆pairing : hwang hyunjin / lee minho x fem!reader ͏☆┆ info : sadfic , a LOT of angst , melancholy , drama , feelings , mature themes , suggestive , bsfs , one sided. ͏

☆┆ personas: uni students ; dancers ; hyunjin does art and dance, reader does dance and songwriting, minho dances.͏͏ ☆┆ word count : 2.2k ☆┆warnings : hyune's a bit of an ass here.. + sad.

may not be best friends -> lovers <3

previously.. in chapter 4.

saturday night, 8:24 pm.

She leaned against the railing, her hands gripping the cool metal as she took a deep breath, trying to centre herself. The silence between them was comforting, a stark contrast to the loud, unspoken emotions that had filled the room moments ago.

Minho stood next to her, his gaze fixed on the horizon, his profile softened by the dim glow of the streetlights. He didn't push her to speak, didn't demand any explanations or force his presence into her space. He just stood there—quiet, steady, like an anchor in the storm.

After a few moments, she finally spoke, her voice low and tired. "It's stupid, isn't it? Getting so worked up over something- or instead, someone, who was never mine in the first place?"

And then, it was night again.

— 🎬 # 01

friday night , 8th grade , 10:10 pm.

It had been one of those nights, the kind that slipped into dawn unnoticed, where time seemed to dissolve in a haze of soda and laughter. 

The air was warm, heavy with the scent of summer, and they’d found themselves sprawled out side by side on his room’s floor, their gazes lost in the ceiling as they spoke of everything and nothing at all. 

The hours had blurred, and for a while, it was just the sound of their voices and the hum of the world outside, faint and distant.

She remembered the way his voice dipped, the way he suddenly shifted his weight to look at her. There was a spark in his eyes, something playful, something reckless. 

It caught her off guard, the way the night sometimes does when it feels too perfect to be real.

"Why don’t we just try.. kissing?"

He had said it with the ease of someone asking for another slice of pizza, like it was a natural progression of the conversation, something as simple and thoughtless as breathing. 

But for her, it had been anything but casual. "You know, to get an experience since.. none of us have had our first yet."

She’d laughed then, a quick, nervous sound that filled the quiet between them, her mind scrambling to catch up. 

Surely, he was joking. 

Surely, this was just one of those moments where they were both too tired to think straight. 

But before the laugh had fully escaped her lips, he had leaned in, and his lips brushed against hers—a whisper, a ghost of a kiss that left her breathless.

Her heart had stuttered, the world narrowing down to the feeling of his lips on hers, the closeness of him. It was over in an instant, too brief for her to even process what had happened. 

He had pulled away just as quickly, a grin on his face, eyes glinting with mischief, as though it had been nothing at all.

She had forced herself to smile, to let her laughter mingle with his, pretending that her heart hadn’t just fluttered in a way that felt terrifyingly real. 

She’d played along, just as she always had. But the truth of it lingered, caught somewhere deep inside her, lodged like a secret she didn’t even know how to confess.

He hadn’t seen the way her eyes lingered on him that night. The way she studied his profile in the soft glow of the streetlights filtering through the window, the way she admired the easy grace with which he moved through the world. Hyunjin had always been like that—effortless, distant even when he was right there. He spoke with his hands, laughed with his entire body, but he never truly let anyone in, never stayed long enough to see the ripples he left behind.

She’d watched him as he turned his gaze back to the ceiling, his attention drifting to something else, as though the kiss had been nothing more than a passing breeze. And in that moment, she’d realised the ache in her chest wasn’t from the kiss itself, but from the space it revealed between them. 

A space she hadn’t even known existed until it stretched wide and hollow, impossible to bridge.

She had wanted to hold onto that moment, to believe it could mean something more, but Hyunjin was already moving past it, already forgetting. To him, it had been just another fleeting moment in a string of nights that would blur together over time.

But for her, that kiss was more. It had been the start of something she wasn’t ready to name. Something that stayed with her, woven into the fabric of her memories, tucked away in the quiet spaces of her heart where he could never reach.

And maybe that’s how it was always meant to be—Hyunjin, always looking away, never seeing what was right in front of him. And her, always watching, always hoping for something more, something that would never come.

“It’s nothing, really,” he had said, his voice light, as though they were still children sharing secrets beneath the stars. 

He’d ruffled her hair, his touch careless and warm. 

“Friends do it all the time.”

— 🎬 # 02

4 days ago, that night. (chapter 1,2)

The second time, it was different.

It was that night, the one where the world felt soft at the edges, hazy like a dream she wished she could escape. 

His words, light as air but heavy as stone, wrapped around her, tightening with each breath. 

She had laughed—tried to laugh—tried to push the moment away with a shrug. 

But Hyunjin was relentless, eyes glinting with something playful and dangerous. Then came that smile, the one that always made her heart stumble. 

"We could make out. Just so you know what it’s like. No big deal. No strings attached.”

Her pulse had quickened, thoughts whirling in a storm of want and doubt. 

The music hummed faintly in the background, the only anchor in the rising tide of emotion. And in her silence, her surrender, she had nodded.

When their lips met, it was softer than the first time, and longer—his hands settling gently on her waist, her fingertips trembling as they grazed the back of his neck. 

For just a heartbeat, she allowed herself to believe it meant more than it did, that maybe his touch held a promise, something unspoken but felt.

Their kiss began like a whisper, tender and cautious, as if each touch was a question, a gentle inquiry into uncharted territory. Her lips met his with a softness that felt like a promise, an echo of something both familiar and unknown. His touch was warm, his hands finding their place on her waist, fingers pressing lightly as if he feared she might dissolve into the night air.

As they deepened the kiss, the world around them fell away. Her fingers trailed along the nape of his neck, tracing the curve of his spine, each contact a spark that sent shivers through her. 

His mouth moved against hers with a languid rhythm, a dance that was at once hesitant and hungry, as if he were exploring the contours of her desire.

Time seemed to stretch and contract, a fluid entity, as their breaths mingled and hearts quickened in a shared, silent cadence. The softness of his lips, the heat of his breath, each sensation was a thread weaving through her chest, stitching together a tapestry of fleeting dreams and aching hope. 

The kiss was both an exploration and a revelation, a moment suspended between friendship and something more, a fleeting glimpse of what might be.

But as they parted, the taste of his lips lingered like a bittersweet echo, leaving her with a delicate ache, a soft pang that whispered of the depth of her feelings. The music's gentle pulse seemed to underscore the fragile heartbeat of her longing, a melody of what-ifs and might-have-beens, as she forced a smile through the veil of her heartache.

He had laughed, that sound breaking the fragile hope she had built in the space between their lips.

“See? It’s easy.” he had grinned.

“It’s nothing— just go for it with him.” And she had smiled, because she always smiled for him, even when it hurt. 

Even when her heart was quietly unraveling. 

Even when she wanted to tell him that it had never been nothing. That for her, it was always everything.

Their kiss that night had been longer, deeper than the one from years ago. 

But still, there were no feelings behind it. 

It was just a kiss—an experiment, a moment of curiosity. No strings attached.

At least, that’s what she told herself.

back to present.

“It's not stupid,” 

Minho's voice broke through her spiralling thoughts.

She blinked, surprised by his sudden response. She turned her head slightly, catching his gaze. His eyes were steady, unwavering, and there was something in them that made her chest tighten.

He paused, his brow furrowing slightly as he seemed to search for the right words. 

"It’s not stupid to care about someone, even if they don’t feel the same way. You can't control how you feel. And just because he doesn’t see it, doesn’t make it any less real." 

His voice was low, almost too soft to hear over the noise of the city.

“What’s stupid is pretending like it doesn’t hurt when it clearly does.”

Her heart clenched at his words. 

He knew. Of course, he knew. 

Maybe he hadn’t known the specifics—about the kisses, about Hyunjin’s careless way with her feelings—but Minho had always been able to see through her. 

Even when she wished he couldn’t.

“We kissed,” she muttered, the words falling out before she could stop them. “Twice. And one of them was 3 nights ago.”

Minho stiffened beside her, the shift so subtle she barely noticed. 

But when she turned back to look at him, she saw the flash of something in his eyes—something raw and unguarded. 

"You kissed him?" he asked, his voice calm, but there was a tension there, lurking beneath the surface.

She nodded, feeling her cheeks heat up with shame, with regret. "It didn’t mean anything," she whispered, the words feeling hollow even to her. "It was just—"

“Doesn’t matter,” Minho cut in, his tone firmer than before. "If it hurt you, it mattered."

There was a pause, a beat of silence between them that stretched on for what felt like forever. 

Then, slowly, Minho’s hand reached for hers, his fingers brushing lightly against her own. It was such a small gesture, but it felt like a lifeline in the storm of emotions swirling inside her.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice softer now, full of something she couldn’t quite place. 

“I wish I could…” He trailed off, his jaw tightening as he struggled with the words he wanted to say. 

“I wish I could make it easier for you.”

Her heart squeezed at his words, and for the first time that night, she looked at him—really looked at him. 

His usual teasing demeanour was gone, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable. 

And in that moment, she realised just how much Minho had been there for her. Quietly, patiently, always watching from the sidelines while she chased after someone else.

Maybe she had been blind all along.

“I guess, I was just never enough.” She let out a bitter chuckle.

Minho shifted, taking a step closer to her, his familiar, yet soft, vanilla-scented cologne enveloping her in a comforting embrace. 

"It’s not about being enough, Y/n. Why don’t you get it?” “You are enough. More than that— actually. Hyunjin’s just—" He trailed off, clearly frustrated as he raked a hand through his hair. 

"He’s a fucked up idiot, alright? He’s too wrapped up in his own world to see what’s right in front of him."

Y/n blinked, her heart clenching at the sincerity in his voice. She glanced up at him, and for a moment, the intensity in his gaze made it hard to breathe. The same eyes that had always held teasing mischief were now filled with something much deeper, something that left her feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way she hadn't anticipated.

Minho sighed, his hand coming to rest on the railing beside hers, his fingers brushing lightly against her own. "You don’t deserve this—waiting around for someone who’s too blind to see what he’s losing."

His words cut through her, sharp and gentle at the same time, and she felt the sting of truth in them. Her chest tightened as a fresh wave of emotion surged up, threatening to break the surface.

But before she could respond, before she could even process the weight of his words, Minho spoke again, his voice softer this time, almost hesitant.

"I see you, Y/n."

Her breath caught, and she turned her head slowly to look at him. His eyes were on her, dark and unwavering, filled with something unspoken that made her heart skip a beat.

"I’ve always seen you," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper now, as if admitting something he’d been holding back for too long. "Even when you couldn’t see me."

Her pulse quickened, and for a moment, the world seemed to tilt slightly on its axis. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come.

The air between them crackled with an unfamiliar tension, one that neither of them had ever acknowledged until this moment. It was as if the wall that had always stood between them had finally cracked, allowing the truth to seep through.

"Minho..” she started, but the words died in her throat, the weight of the moment pressing down on her.

He smiled, a small, sad smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "You don’t have to say anything." His voice was gentle, his hand lifting from the railing to lightly touch her arm, grounding her in the present. 

"I just wanted you to know... that I’m here. I’ve always been here."

Her chest tightened, the gravity of his words settling deep within her. 

How had she not noticed? 

How had she missed the way he had always been there, quietly supporting her, while her focus had been on someone who never even looked back?

But, before she could say anything more, the door behind them creaked open, and the muffled sounds of the party filtered through once again. They both turned as Felix stepped out, a concerned look on his face as he glanced between the two of them.

author's note!! AAAAA cant wait to post more shshsshhs i was busy editing this sm 🤓 plz lmk if u wanna be added to my taglist!! minho x yn or hyune x yn??? ;) byeee <3

taglist !

@babybreadddd

[bluejutdae]

I need a dad!skz in my life. Let me help make them dads...😩

Anyways, did you read the ex!bangchan ff i recommended?? Its okay if you did not,i know not everyone is like me who lives on tumblr🙈🙈💕

Not yet cause I didn’t really had the time but I have it saved cause I’ll read it as soon as I have some free time to read!!

Thanks again for the Rec 💕

[changbinloml]

hello!! sorry ive been gone for almost a year, i got into writing fanfiction and... well... you know how it is with fanfic writers, i think were somewhat cursed and as soon as you start youve signed yourself up for a perpetual barrage of life's misfortunes. additionally, i have no clue how tumblr works . nonetheless, i will try my best to provide you with more mediocre layouts and in the meantime, it would mean the world if you could check out my fics :) and, if i happen to go mia again, just know the fanfic author life has struck me down once more (or college. maybe even both. take your pick!) anyway, have a lovely day!

[radiorenjun]

Lavender Antics

→ Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

→ Summary: Shooting in a drama with him was your absolute nightmare. Working with your enemy and pretending that you were love interests has been the most frustrating experience of your life. Though, after saying your farewells, the scent of lavender never leaves.

→ Warnings: Explicit Language. Antics. Mentions of insecurity. Alcohol, Making out. Suggestive?

→ Chapters: 4, 5, 6

As Jeongin continued to play with Jisung's switch, Jisung stared at the ceiling with his hands behind his head as he layed down on the bed next to his best friend. Jeongin noticed how disturbingly quiet Jisung had gotten since he called him out at the bus stop.

Jeongin tried his best to get a reaction out of Jisung without him being too obvious to see if he was just spacing out because of a horror scene he probably came across on YouTube or if something had really upset his friend to get him sighing exasperatedly every 13 seconds.

Jeongin gave out loud reactions as he played his game, chewing his snacks as loudly as possible and fidgeting around the king-sized bed next to the spaced out boy, but nothing exept an exasperated sigh was released from the squirrel-looking boy.

Jeongin gave out a dramatic exhausted sigh, putting down the switch on the table and sitting up on the bed with a snack on his lap. "Alright, hyung. What's wrong? This is literally killing me." Jeongin asked, with a perplexed expression.

"What? Seeing me all sad boy?" Jisung mumbled, not tearing his gaze away from the ceiling. "No, you're literally killing me in this game because of your loud ass earthshaking sighs." Jeongin stated simply, laying his chin against his palm cheekily.

Jisung's brows furrowed as he turned his head to look at his friend smiling innocently. He rolled his eyes and continued to stare at the ceiling, getting lost in his thoughts once again. "Alright, all jokes aside. What's actually wrong, hyung? You haven't been this quiet since Minho and Felix got eliminated in the survival show." Jeongin asked.

"Promise not to be a childish dick about what I'm bout to spill?" Jisung muttered, avoiding his friend's eyes. "Unless you did a really hilarious stunt that caused you to slip and fall, no promises." Jeongin joked, earning a small hit from his friend.

"I'm serious, dude!" Jisung exclaimed, sitting up on his bed. "Okay, okay! What's up?" Jeongin raised his hands up defensively with a shocked expression. "I.. I made y/n upset." Jisung spoke hesitantly.

Jeongin's brows furrowed as his lips formed into a small frown. "And your point is?" he asked, confused at what's the problem. "What do you mean 'my point is'?! I made her upset!" Jisung exclaimed, giving Jeongin a nudge.

"Come on, hyung. I know you're a dumbass but surely your ass isn't dumb enough to not realize that you make her upset basically on a daily basis." Jeongin shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which, it was at that exact moment.

"No, you prick. I made her cry!" Jisung exclaimed, falling back into his pillows and burying his face into the soft fabric. Now, this got Jeongin's full attention.

"What? How? Did you make her smell your feet or something?" he asked, earning an annoyed look from Jisung. "Okay, okay! I'm sorry. But what happened?" he exclaimed, taking a pillow as a shield as he saw Jisung ready to go out on him.

"Well," Jisung sat up again, pulling his hood on and pulling on the strings as he plays with them in between his fingers. "She was being rather quiet and I got bored, I tried to get a reaction out of her like always but she kept quiet. So I pestered her the whole day until she finally snapped."

"And when she snapped, I just kept on going and going but then she screamed at me in the middle of the streets and she was crying. Then she just stomped away to walk to the hotel herself." Jisung shrugged sadly, guilt filling his stomach as he recalled your teary eyes.

"Dude. That's fucked up. Didn't you know the poor girl's grandma passed away?" Jeongin tsked in disappointment, folding his arms and shaking his head. His actions reminded Jisung of Bang Chan in this sort of situation. Man, he misses that guy.

"What? Her fucking grandma died?!" Jisung exclaimed in shocked, guilt filling him up even more. "Dude, no one told me!" Jisung ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Didn't you hear Yeoreum telling us, more specifically you, to leave her along to grief this morning at the makeup room?" Jeongin scolded.

"I couldn't hear shit! I had airpods on!" Jisung groaned. "So that's why she was so damn sad the whole day! Fuck, I should've just left her alone before she snapped." Jisung whined, collapsing to his pillows once again. He felt like shit. He was the type to joke around but he didn't mean to make people cry when doing so.

"You fucked up bad, buddy." Jeongin patted his hyung's back, grabbing the switch as he leaned against the headboard to leave his friend wallow in the pit of guilt of his own actions. Jeongin's eyes darted from his switch to his friend who was dramatically sulking into his pillows.

"I fucking said, 'you're acting as if somebody fucking died'. I'm a jackass, fuck." Jisung's voice was muffled by the thick fabric but audible enough for his maknae to hear him. Jeongin let out a groan, "my fucking God."

He scratched his head, "if your dramatic ass really feel that guilty, you could just be a normal person, which I doubt you are, and you know. Apologize." Jeongin suggested in a tone that stated the obvious.

Jisung's head shot up in excitement, his eyes wide. "Right! Apologizing existed! Dude, you're a genius!" Jisung grabbed Jeongin's shoulders and shook him vigorously. Jeongin gave him a double chin disgusted frown, pushing his friend's hands off of him.

"It's called thinking. You should try it sometime." he replied shortly. "Wait, but how am I suppose to do that?" Jisung asked with a pout. "I don't know man. That's your problem. Seriously, I came here to hang out and use your switch as if it were my own. Not act like Channie-hyung and become a dad, ew gross." Jeongin shivered in disgust at the thought.

"Don't you have your own switch, though?" Jisung's brows furrowed in confusion. "Well yeah, but you have more games." Jeongin shrugged with a grin. "Bruh, if you want my games so much just borrow some." Jisung shoved Jeongin who gave a small laugh.

"Really? Okay, then. Adios, my dude." Jeongin grabbed Jisung's switch and quickly exited his room before his friend could chase after him. "I didn't mean you could take my switch! JEONGIN. HEY-" Jisung shouted before he heard the door click shut.

Jisung bit his lip as he stood in front of your hotel room door with a bag of your favourite drink in hand and some onigiri and mochis in the other bag. Without wasting another second, he knocked on your door and patiently waited for you to open the door.

His foot tapping against the carpet floor as he heard small footsteps from the other side of the door. The door clicked open, revealing you in your pajamas looking all sleepy. You looked at him with a blank unamused expression, gazing at him from his small smile to the sole of his sneakers tapping impatiently on the carpet floor.

You closed the door as if he was just a person walking by, but he stuck his foot in to hault the door from closing. "Y/N-" Jisung started before he let out a small noise as he felt you push harder against the door. "Fuck off." you mumbled in a hoarse exhausted voice.

"Y/N, hear me out." Jisung tried to reason as he pushed the door back with his foot as hard as he can as you both fought against the door. "No, you and your donkey personality can just fuck off!" you exclaimed, putting your back into closing that damn door.

"I brought you your favorite drink, mochis and onigiris! What more do you want in order for you to hear me out for just two seconds?" Jisung exclaimed, feeling you hault your movements at the mention of your favorite foods.

"You what?" your head poked out of the doorway as you eyed him suspiciously, realizing that he was carrying a bag of your favourite foods in his hands. "Why?" you asked with a raise of your brow.

Jisung opened his mouth to say something but closed his mouth when he realised that he doesn't know what to say now that he finally grew some balls to apologize after sulking for thirty minutes in his room. 'Fuck,' he thought, 'I didn't fully think this through.'

"Well?" you raised your brow, gesturing him to continue with his words. "I... I heard bout your grandma and I just wanna say I'm sorry for being an inconsiderate asshole and I want to say my deepest condolences to you. Please accept these foods as a token of my apology so we can go back to being friends again." Jisung blabbered, avoiding eye contact as he shyly spoke, his ears turning red involuntarily.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise as he stretched out his hand to give you the bags. "You're here for that? And you consider me as your friend!?" you exclaimed, dumbfounded at the boy's actions infront of you.

Jisung's brows furrowed as he looked up at you with an offended look, "of course I consider you as a friend! You don't consider me as one?" he pouted, his hands going down as his expression saddened.

"Well, with your fucking attitude towards me I thought you had some sort of grudge against me as if my ancestor killed yours or something." you shrugged. "The ancestors thing might be a possibility. But you're funny when you get riled up. I never hated you, y/n. I felt like shit when I saw you cr-" he whined.

"Don't even say that word, I was being sentimental and emotional." you cut him off and cringed the embarrassing memory of crying dramatically in public. "Okay, sheesh. What Im saying is, I'm sorry for going too far with my antics and I want you to have this." he handed you the bags with a small smile.

You bit your lip as you accepted the bags in your hand and gave him a smile. "You're alright, Jisung." you nodded. "Does that mean you forgive me?" Jisung grinned, stepping closer to you as he practically towered over you.

"Dude, I forgave you three seconds ago. Go to sleep its like 11 PM, we have to shoot scenes first thing in the morning tomorrow." you chuckled, putting down the bags on the floor and gently pushed him, eliciting a laugh from him.

"Alright. Alright. Good night," Jisung giggled as he walked towards his door. "Goodnight to you too, Han. Thanks for the food by the way." you smiled, leaning so you could see him standing infront of his doorway, giving him a small wave before getting inside and closing your door.

You picked up the bags and lay them on your nightstand, checking to see what that ridiculous boy had bought you. Something inside caught your eye as you reached a hand down the bag and pulled out the object in sight.

You bit your lip, smiling as you saw a bouquet of lavender wrapped together with a small silk, some small carnations adding some colour to the bouquet. That boy really is something.

Jisung leaned back to see you pick up the bag he brought you before closing your hotel door. He sighed to himself, biting back a smile as he thought bout your reaction to his small gift inside.

He noticed how you kept looking in awe at the lavenders nearby, longing to pick one of them so he went down to the nearest bouquet shop and bought the most eye-catching lavender bouquet they had.

He chuckled to himself, wishing he could see your reaction when you see his gift as he fidget his hands around his pockets to pull out his key card to his room. He soon frowned when he doesn't feel his card anywhere in his pockets.

He pulled out his wallet to check if his card was there. Unfortunately, it wasn't there. He locked himself out. 'Fuck my life.' he thought before jogging down the hall to Jeongin's room where he knocked nervously.

Jeongin opened the door with his bed hair looking like an untamed mane as he squinted sleepily at his friend. "Hey Jeongin-" Jisung greeted nervously before Jeongin shut the door to his face.

"Asshole!" Jisung exclaimed in a soft voice but loud enough for the younger boy to hear him from the other side of the door. Jisung clicked his tongue as he pulled out his phone and dialed the only person he knew who could help him.

"Manager-nim! My favorite hyung! How are you?" he laughed as he walked towards his manager's room nervously. "You're gonna be laughing your eyes out when you hear me out. So. I got a little problem..."

I was so motivated to write with all the comments that wanted me to make more of Lavender Antics like Bruh I didnt think this would be so popular💞💞😳😭

[zldykks]

wondering how 'anon' works because like how do you even send an anon 👁 like i wanna talk to my fave authors too yk 🤕

[planetdream]

hi dream do u have any good skz x free use recs 😞 i’ve been reading both of urs again and again bc they’re so good

i'll be honest i dont read ff all that much anymore (unless its a moot or piques my interest) 🙃 the more i write the less i read :/ (this is also bc the smut tags have been horrendous lately...if im looking for smut i only want smut what the fuck)

anyways, you can check my skz recs for anything <3 although i don't think there's any free use stuff there :(

but ALSO @multifandomfantasies has a rlly good skz free use hc <3