#stray kids drabble game

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

Hi Hi this is my first time participating in one of these so please tell me if I did it wrong. But for the Prompt game number 2 could you do minsung and reader 24 and 48?? Or honestly anyone lol

Also I love your writing and I hope you’re doing well 🥰

SKZ Prompt Game

Prompts: "You're trembling."

"You make me want things I can't have."

Genre: Light Angst, Fluff, Light Smut

Members: Han Jisung, Lee Minho

Relationship: Established Minho x Fem!Reader x Roommate Jisung

Warning: Mentions of Nightmares, Cheating (but not really, you'll see)

"Lee Minho, are you asking me to babysit your roommate?"

Minho makes a little sort of disgruntled sound in the back of his throat, huffing a humorless laugh into the other end of the phone.

"He doesn't like to be alone."

You roll your eyes, toeing off your shoes and pinching the phone between your shoulder and ear as you head into the kitchen, depositing your work bag onto the counter.

"Jisung really can't handle staying by himself for two nights while you're gone? I do it all the time, you know. Every time you guys plan one of your little weekend guy trips." You huff out, though you're not quite as put out as your words would entail.

"Please, baby?" Minho pleads teasingly, his voice dropping in tone, into a whisper, in a way that he knows you can't resist. "For me?"

You sigh, long and hard, and you can almost feel your boyfriend smiling through the phone.

He knows he's got you.

And honestly, spending the weekend with Jisung won't be too much of a chore. You like him. And you both like to play video games, and eat pizza, and talk shit on Minho.

How bad could it really be?

"Fine." You grumble out, hoping Minho can sense your glare on the other end of the phone, just like you can sense his absolute glee. "But he's buying the pizza."

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"Holy fuck, this is gonna be so fun!" Jisung announces, taking your small overnight bag from you almost immediately and chucking it onto the couch Minho had made you help him pick out months before.

You open your mouth to scold him, to say that hey, maybe some of your shit is kind of fragile? but before you can even get so much as one word out, Jisung has swooped you into a bear hug, squeezing all the air, and protests, right from your lungs.

"Thanks for agreeing to stay." He murmurs against the crown of your head, and you can't help it, you nod back without really thinking.

"Yeah, of course."

Jisung releases you with a huge, heart shaped grin, and you try not to notice how the cologne he wears-something a little bit spicy and lined with floral-contrasts so sharply, and altogether pleasantly, with the scent Minho always dons-dark and woodsy.

Minho appears, his work bag slung over his shoulder, his brow raised.

"Can you please refrain from greeting my girlfriend before me?" He queries dryly, glancing over to Jisung, before he leans over to press a kiss to your lips. "Hi, baby."

"No can do, hyung." Jisung grins, flopping down onto the couch next to your discarded bag, his long fingers pushing some of his dark hair out of his eyes. "Early bird gets the worm."

You laugh. "That doesn't even make sense."

Jisung's eyes glitter with amusement and he gives a little shrug.

"Sure it does. I'm the bird, you're the worm, and Minho-hyung is the cat who missed out."

"Cats don't eat worms." Minho mutters back, though there's amusement in his tone, as he leans in to give you another quick kiss.

He pats the pocket of his jacket, making sure he has his wallet and passport, and you straighten his button down shirt beneath as you give him a slight smile.

"Ready?"

He nods. "Yeah, I better get going." He glances to Jisung sternly. "Behave while I'm gone."

Jisung winks. "I always do."

Minho sighs with resignation and turns back to you, tilting his head toward the door and his waiting suitcase. "Walk me out?"

You nod, and he takes your hand, using his free one to grab the suitcase and open the door for the two of you.

"Bye, hyungie!" Jisung calls in a teasing sing song sort of voice as the door closes behind you.

Minho slows his step to match your own, glancing at his watch, and then squinting into the sun let in through the slats of the apartment walkway.

"Are you going to be late?" You ask, tightening your fingers around his own.

Minho shakes his head a little distractedly. "No, I'll be fine." He glances sidelong at you, and his expression grows serious. "Baby, about Jisung-"

You give a little laugh at the concern in his tone. "What? Think he'll eat me or something while you're gone?'' You arch a brow at him with a little smirk. "C'mon, baby, don't worry so much. Jisung and I are friends too, you know."

Minho sighs and rakes a hand through his hair, glancing past you. "I know. That's not what I'm worried about."

He pulls you to a stop, and the smile drops from your face at his worried expression.

"Min?" You ask, suddenly nervous for some reason.

Minho glances down at you, and reaches up to swipe a stray strand of hair from your forehead with a little smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"He has nightmares."

You stare at him, uncomprehending, and he squeezes your hands in his own, standing there in the middle of the hallway.

"Jisung. He doesn't like to talk about it, but he's been through some pretty messed up shit, and it messes with his head sometimes." Minho sighs, long and resigned, and a muscle ticks slightly in his jaw. You resist the urge to reach up and smooth it away.

"And when I say nightmares, I'm talking full fledged night terrors. Between the two of us, we've figured out some ways to deal with them, help them end more quickly, but he can't stand to be alone after they're over. Which is why I asked-"

"Me to stay with him while you're gone." You breathe out, finally putting the pieces together.

Minho nods. "Yeah. And I'm sorry to put you in this position, but he's my oldest friend, and I lo-" He stops for a minute, considering his words, and then continues. "-care about him."

You squeeze his hand. "I get it. I do. I'd do anything for you, so I understand how you feel the same way about Jisung."

Minho's expression lightens a little bit. "You do?"

"Of course." You smile up at him softly and lean up to press a lingering kiss to his lips. "And I promise, I will take good care of him, okay? Because no matter what you think, I care about Jisung too."

Minho smiles gently, and gives you another kiss. "I know you do, baby. Thank you."

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"Fuck, I'm tired." You stretch, pushing the blanket off of your lap and standing, grabbing the pizza box to throw it away.

Jisung looks up from where he's sitting on the opposite end of the couch, controller still held in his hand, eyes wide.

"Really? You sure you don't want to go another round?" Something mischievous glints in his eyes and he smirks at you. "Or are you scared I'll kick your ass again?"

"You couldn't kick my ass if you tried., Han Jisung." You retort back, sticking your tongue out at him. "But it's also one AM, and I haven't stayed up this late since I was in college."

Jisung grins back, bounding up to help you throw away the take out containers and soda cans.

"Well then, time for you to live a little."

"Jisung-" You start to sigh, throwing away the empty pizza box and turning to face him.

Your words die on your tongue at how close he is, you hadn't realized he'd come up right behind you while you were talking.

Your nose is almost brushing the tip of his.

Something weird swarms in the pit of your stomach as you stare into his large, dark eyes.

"Yes?" He questions back with the hint of amused innocent, his eyebrow ticking upward as he stares at you, staring at him.

You open your mouth to say something, anything-you should back up a few feet, or a hundred, I should go to bed right this goddamn instant-but nothing comes out.

Jisung cocks his head, and then he takes a step back, something unreadable going across his face as he laughs a little and finally drops your gaze.

"Yeah, you're probably right." He acquiesces, still not looking at you, the air between you awkward now. "It's late. We should hit the hay."

The forced casualness in his voice has something heavy settling into the pit of your stomach.

"Yeah, yeah-" You stumble over the words, desperate to get out of the kitchen and away from him suddenly. You skirt along the wall, trying to increase the space between you as you give him a forced smile. "-see you in the morning, Jisung."

Jisung opens his mouth, as if he's about to say something more, but you hightail it out of the kitchen and down the hallway to your room, locking the door before you can give yourself the chance to find out what it was.

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You don't know how long you've been asleep when you're woken by a thud against the wall Minho's room shares with Jisung's, and the sound of something, or multiple somethings, crashing to the floor.

You give your heart a moment to stop pounding in your chest, listening for any more sounds, and when you don't hear anything, you creep from Minho's bed and down the hall.

Standing outside Jisung's still closed door, you hesitate only briefly, before you raise your fist and knock softly.

"Jisung?" You call out quietly, waiting for a response. When there is none, you try again. "Jisung?"

There is the sound of shuffling from inside, and then it falls silent again.

Gathering your courage, you push open the door silently, and stare into the darkened room, letting your eyes adjust for a moment.

There's Jisung's bed-empty-his bedside table-clear of all items, including his lamp and alarm clock, now in a pile on the floor-and then-

"Jisung." You whisper, and without thinking, you hurry across the small room, crouching down in front of him.

He's huddled in the corner farthest from the bed, his comforter pulled up like a hood around his head, curled in on himself for safety.

You can tell, even in the lack of light, that his knuckles are white where they hold the blanket too tightly against his body.

"Jisung." You repeat, because it's the only thing you can think to say in this moment. You cautiously reach forward to touch his hand. "Are you okay?"

He stares at you for a moment, as if confused that you're here, in his room, in front of him, and then he shakes his head, as if to clear his brain of unwanted thoughts, and gives you the fakest half smile you've ever seen.

"Y-yeah-" He stutters out, eyes large and dark and a little too shiny in the dark.

You close your fingers around his own, and his entire body shakes beneath your touch.

"You're trembling." You murmur worriedly, watching the way his muscles shudder beneath the safety of the blanket, as if his body is in fight or flight.

It probably is from what Minho had said.

"It's an after effect." Jisung mumbles back, dropping his gaze from your own now, as he stares at your hand still covering his own. "Of the nightmares."

You feel helpless, crouched before him, unsure of what to do, watching him shatter before your eyes.

You swallow, and reach up your fingers to shove aside some of his thick dark hair, damp with sweat, from his eyes, and he stares at you for a moment, expression doubtful.

"What can I do?" You ask in a whisper, scooting a little closer to him, pressing your thigh up against his, hoping the bodily contact will comfort him a little. "Minho didn't tell me how he usually helps, but-"

Jisung's eyes widen a little, his lips pulling down into a grim line. "Minho told you he helps me with the nightmares?"

You give a little shrug of your shoulder, confused. "Well, yeah, he wanted to make sure I knew what to do while he was gone. And he cares about you."

Jisung stares a little longer, and then he looks away, clearing his throat.

Slowly, one by one, his fingers uncurl from around the blanket.

"I think I'm okay now." He admits softly, a slight wobble in his voice that belies his lie. "But, if you could just sit with me for a little bit? So I'm not alone?"

He glances back to you hopefully and you instantly nod, sliding so your back is against the wall beside his, body pressed close.

"Of course I can, Jisung. Always."

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The next night, the nightmares are worse.

You're woken up by the sound of terror, and without having to think, your feet fly down the hallway and into Jisung's room, finding him writhing on the bed, tangled in his blankets.

"Jisung, Jisung!" You shake him a little, trying to pull him back from the brink of his own mind.

He stops writhing, staring at you blankly-or through you more accurately-and the dead expression on his face and in his dark, usually expressive eyes scares you.

Without thinking, you climb into the bed and lie on top of him, pressing your body heavily down onto his own.

You'd read somewhere that having another person's body weight on top of you helps with panic attacks, so why not nightmares?

You're out of your depth, you don't know what the hell you're doing, but you have to do something, have to bring Jisung back.

"It's okay." You whisper, reaching up to cautiously start stroking his hair. "It's okay. I'm here. You're here."

Jisung's muscles are tense beneath your own, his whole body still shuddering from the after effects of the horrible nightmare, but slowly, beneath the weight of your own, the violent shudders die down to silent trembling.

"It's okay." You just keep murmuring over and over and over, like a mantra, filling the space between the two of you. "It's okay."

Jisung takes in a deep breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath your own, and carefully, you raise your head, meeting his gaze, your fingers stilling their movements on his hair.

"I'm sorry." He murmurs out, voice hoarse and shaky, a single tear creeping from the corner of his eye and down his cheek.

"Don't be sorry." You reply back softly, resuming your combing of his hair and he leans into the touch, like a cat seeking the security of affection. "It's not your fault."

"Yeah, but Minho, and you-" Jisung starts, taking in a shuddering breath, his body convulsing beneath your own.

"Care about you a whole fucking lot." You finish for him resolutely, daring to come up on your elbows now that the majority of his shuddering has worn off, meeting his gaze firmly. "You have nothing to apologize for. We wouldn't be here if we didn't want to be."

Jisung holds your gaze for another moment and then nods, looking away. "Okay."

"Okay." You repeat, before you suddenly realize that your body is still flush with Jisung's. You shove yourself up on your hands, face going hot. "If you're okay then-"

Panic comes across Jisung's face and you freeze, his body once again going instantly tense beneath your own as he grabs your upper arms in a vice like grip.

"Please don't leave."

You stare down at him, pleading silently with you with large, dark, scared eyes, and you finally nod, settling back down on top of him again, elbows propping you up so you can see his face.

"Okay, I won't."

You study him for a moment in the dark, the slope of his nose, the full swell of his bottom lip, the doe eyes hidden beneath long, dark hair.

Without really considering, you reach out and trace his lips softly with the pad of your thumb.

Jisung freezes beneath the touch, and you feel your cheeks heat once more as you move to pull away.

"I'm sorry-"

Jisung's fingers loop around your wrist, keeping you in place, your fingers hovering just over his mouth. His lips part, and you can feel the warmth of his breath wash over your fingertips.

The sensation sends a tingle down your spine.

"You make me want things I can't have."

His voice is so soft that you think you've misheard him, and confusion washes across your face, the words jostling together in your brain in a way that doesn't make sense.

Maybe he's talking about you and Minho? About a relationship?

"What? Me and Minho?" You question back dumbly, still trying to piece together what he's just admitted to you.

"Yeah." Jisung says softly, gaze still never leaving your own, breath still washing over your fingers. "You. And Minho."

There's something behind the words, the way he repeats it after you, and suddenly, it clicks into place.

You laugh a little, you can't help it, and Jisung looks caught off guard.

"Jisung." You say his name like a sigh, like you're releasing a secret you've kept for ages. "All you have to do is ask him. Minho fucking loves you. I've known forever, but I've been waiting for him to bring it up."

Jisung's eyes grow wider. "Minho loves me?"

You nod. "Yeah." Something quiet and sad colors your tone as you stare at him, the boy you both secretly want, the boy Minho could have if he just said the word. It's not so simple for you. "I see it in the way he looks at you, the way he talks about you."

"And you're okay with that?" Jisung asks, slight doubt filtering into his tone.

You huff a laugh. "Yeah. I love Minho, and he loves me, but he also loves you, and I'm not opposed" You give him a slight smile. "I can share."

Jisung takes in your words for a moment, and then he releases his hold on your wrist, letting you sit up fully this time, scooting away from him on the bed.

He heaves himself up, untangling himself from the blanket. "What about you?"

His question catches you off guard, and you shrug slightly. "What about me?"

Jisung's face pinches slightly. "Well, I-"

You give a humorless little chuckle, glancing to him now. "You don't have to say it, Jisung. I don't have to be part of this equation. It's okay."

The words hurt your heart, but you remain stoic.

Jisung stares at you for a long, everlasting moment, and then he inches closer to you, taking your face in his hands in a bold move.

You suck in a surprised breath, but hold still as he studies you.

"I bet Minho likes kissing you."

You stare back at him, trying to puzzle out where this is going, but you're tired of thinking, so you just say back, "Yeah."

Jisung lets his thumb drop to trace your mouth, like you had done moments before to him, and his gaze falls to the part of your lips underneath his touch.

"And you like it when Minho kisses you."

You stare back at him, heat pooling in your stomach the longer the staring contest, the gentle touches, go on.

"Yes."

Jisung cocks his head, giving you a little knowing look, and then he leans forward, and it takes everything in you to freeze, as his lips brush across the column of your throat.

It's like electricity has shot through your entire body, igniting the warm pool in the pit of your stomach into something ravenous.

"Do you like it when he kisses you here?"

"Yes." You whisper back, and Jisung hums in acknowledgement, moving his lips lower against your skin, pulling your t-shirt to the side so he can press open mouth kisses to your shoulder.

"And here?"

"Mmhm." You murmur back,breathless.

Jisung glances up at you, a slight smirk pulling at his full mouth.

"And what does Minho like?"

"He likes-" You think for a moment, it's a hard feat with Jisung's lips on you. "-when I tangle my hands in his hair."

You let your hands slide into Jisung's thick, dark hair, tugging him closer to you, back up to your mouth, his lips hovering over your own.

"What else?" Jisung breathes out, his gaze flicking down to your tongue, darting out to wet your lips.

"He likes me in his lap." You murmur back, and before you can overthink it, you straddle Jisung on the bed, knees going down on either side of his hips, hands going to his shoulders.

Jisung leans back on his hands and he's staring up at you now with open hunger, pupils large and dark.

"And I bet you like it when he puts his hands here."

He lets his hands slip beneath your t-shirt, taking purchase on your hips, fingers digging into your skin.

You nod, it's becoming harder to think the longer this little game goes on.

"I do."

Jisung hums, smirking up at you once more, tilting his head as he watches you.

"Although-" You tease, reaching out to play with them of his own t-shirt. "-he's usually not wearing so many clothes when we do this."

Jisung grins, and with one smooth movement, easily pulls his shirt off and over his head, tossing it to the floor.

"Better?"

"Much."

"What else?" Jisung prods, and you're more than happy to accept his challenge.

"He likes when I kiss him-" You lean in, and after a breath's hesitation, press your mouth over Jisung's.

Fuck, he tastes amazing, and he's so pliable, so responsive, sliding his tongue in between your lips almost instantly, making you gasp into his open mouth.

You pull back, just a sliver, just enough to say, "-and when I use teeth."

You lean back into him, and suck his full bottom lip between your teeth, letting them graze the plush skin slowly as you release your hold.

Beneath you, Jisung shudders in response, and you can feel him hardening beneath you.

"I bet he likes when you're a tease." Jisung replies breathlessly when you pull back, pupils large and dark, lips red and slick. "So fucking hot."

"He does." You smirk, arching a brow. "And he also likes when I grind down on him."

You give him your weight then, lowering yourself fully into his lap, grinding your hips on him, and Jisung groans, throwing his head back, as his eyes roll back into his head.

"Fuck-" His hands on your hips pin you down, stopping your movements, and he pants for breath for a moment before opening his eyes, his expression hot.

"You like feeling him, like feeling what you're doing to him."

His words send molten heat straight between your thighs, and you whine a little at his hold, pinning you in place.

Jisung smirks, releasing you, before he reaches to slip off his sweats.

Your mouth waters as he's bared completely before you.

You've never stripped out of your own clothes so fast.

Moving back to straddle him, Jisung groans at the feel of how wet you are against his skin.

His fingers go back to bruising your hips, and his own buck up beneath you.

"God, I bet he loves feeling you, seeing you take him."

You nod, manuevering yourself, and stare down at him for a moment, the large dark doe eyes, the slight pant of his open lips.

Jisung is fucking pretty.

But you knew that already.

"He does." You confirm, voice breathy, as you feel him against you. "But he likes it most when I take him all at once."

Without warning, you sink down, and Jisung's eyes once again disappear into the back of his skull.

His fingers grip you painfully, and you whimper, but it's a sound of pleasure, as he groans and focuses back on you, leaning up to capture your lips in a bruising kiss as he starts to move.

"Fuck, Jisung-" You gasp out, stars bursting before your vision.

The second his name leaves your lips, you freeze.

"I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"Don't." Jisung growls, tugging you in for another rough kiss, his words and breath searing your skin. "Don't ever apologize for saying my name. I want to fucking hear it on your lips for the rest of my life."

He lifts his hips against your own, kissing you hard, and you gasp, and you know, there's no going back now, not ever.

"Jisung."

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You're lying next to Jisung in the small space of his twin bed, staring at the ceiling, completely and utterly spent.

Your body is deliciously sore, and his hand in your own is a comforting weight.

You can't help the small smile that crosses your lips as you hear him shift beside you.

There's a flare of guilt deep in your gut, but you shove it down to deal with later.

"Hey." Jisung whispers, rolling over to flop his arm across your bare waist and brush his lips across your neck.

You meet his gaze. "Hey."

He smiles shyly at you, fingers playing with your own.

"I think Minho really likes you."

You stare at him, a small smile crossing your own lips. You lean forward to press a kiss to the corner of his heart shaped mouth.

"I think I really like him too."

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You're drinking coffee at Jisung and Minho's small kitchen table when Minho gets home, tossing his work bag onto the couch and coming directly for you.

"Hey, baby." He leans down behind your chair, encircling you with his arms, and you smile, tilting your head back so he can reach your lips.

"Hey."

"I missed you." He nuzzles his nose into your cheek, and you give a little laugh.

"I'd forgotten how clingy you get after a work trip, Lee Minho." You tease, reaching up to brush hair back from his forehead as you give him another quick kiss. "I missed you too."

"Watch it." Minho growls teasingly, tickling you before he gives you another kiss and straightens up.

Jisung appears then, headed directly for the cabinet for his own mug to fill with coffee.

"Hey, where's my hello kiss?" He pouts, staring at Minho, as he fills up his coffee and comes to sit beside you at the table.

Minho arches a brow and stares him down. "Do you deserve one?"

Jisung gives him a sweetly innocent smile. "Always."

You swallow a too large gulp of your hot coffee, and suddenly wonder when you should break the news to the man now getting his own glass of the morning beverage.

Luckily, Minho beats you to the punch.

"So." He says casually, leaning against the counter and glancing between the two of you, sipping from his mug. "Did you two finally fuck then?"

You choke on the liquid in your mouth, and Jisung promptly spits his own mouthful of coffee across the table in a fine spray.

"What?" You both shriek at the same time, staring at Minho.

He appears completely nonplussed, holding both of your astounded gazes with nothing more than a shrug.

"The two of you. Did you finally get over your weird stubborn guilt complexes and fuck?"

You stare at him like he's grown a second head.

Jisung narrows his eyes from across the table, staring down your boyfriend.

"Wait-" His voice grows with disbelief. "-did you plan this?"

Minho gives another little shrug, but there's a smirk on his lips that he hides behind his coffee mug as he takes another sip.

"I did have a work trip. Just turned out the timing was impeccable."

"I cannot believe you." You gasp out, feeling a mixture of outrage and relief all at once.

Minho knows. He knows, and he's okay with it. Actually, more than okay, he'd been gunning for this to happen by the looks of it.

Minho grins, flashing sharp teeth.

"C'mon, baby. You and Jisung are too stupid and loyal to figure it out on your own. I needed to give you a little push."

"But-" You splutter out, trying to decide if you should take offense at his words and punch him or promptly cross the kitchen and kiss him. "-you're one to talk! You've been in love with Jisung for forever!"

"Yeah!" Jisung points at you, as if you've made a hell of a point, and then to Minho. "When were you gonna make a move, hyung?"

"Han Jisung." Minho says sternly, pinning the other man beneath his gaze. "I don't give up sleep for just anyone."

Minho puts his empty coffee cup in the sink and crosses to you, placing his hands on your shoulders, still staring at Jisung.

"Look, I needed the two of you to figure it out on your own, but I also needed to orchestrate it so you both knew I wasn't upset. Quite the contrary actually." He smirks and puts a hand under your chin, raising your gaze to his. "You have my blessing."

"I'm literally so pissed right now. You're an asshole, hyung." Jisung mutters, glaring at your boyfriend, tapping his finger on the table. "But that's also so fucking hot."

You swallow beneath Minho's hand, and he notices, smirk growing wider.

"I hate you."

His brow ticks upward. "No, you don't."

You sigh. "No, I don't."

"So." Minho releases you and tilts his head toward his discarded luggage on the couch. "Unpacking can wait. Care to show me what the two of you figured out while I was gone?"

[boltlightning]

#23 cat

For Norrington and sparrow

23. cat

Norrington was not, apparently, the only scruffy beast dragged aboard the Pearl; from the streets of Tortuga, he and Elizabeth both had conspired to rescue an abandoned litter of kittens, and add them to the Pearl’s new ranks. “This was not exactly the sort of bright-eyed initiative I expected when I hired you, ex-Commodore,” Jack says flatly. Norrington, with a kitten dozing draped over his arm like some sort of exotic bracelet, says, with no fear or respect as is due Jack’s rank, “Nonsense, Captain,” — sneering this word, petulant wastrel — “these are loyal members of the crew, and can take care of the rat problem.” “And I assume these rats are…literal, yes, not a metaphorical bogeyman?” Norrington smiles without teeth, scritches the purring kitten under its wretchedly adorable chin, and says nothing.

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⭐  – fluff

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Warning Song | royalty!au | 💔, 🌙

→ On a dark night shrouded in blood, you come to warn Minho. Later, he asks you why. [ Prequel: Breathe Your Last | Sequel: When the Canary Stops Singing ]

When the Canary Stops Singing | royalty!au | 💔, 🌙

→ When the canary stops singing, the miner knows it is time to go. [ Prequels: Breathe Your Last | Warning Song ]

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Hero | hero/villain!au | 💔, 🌙

→ In a situation where only you or Hyunjin can make it out alive, you make the ultimate sacrifice. [ Yunho (ATZ) ver. ]

Momentary, Everlasting | university!au | ⭐, 🌙

→ Through you, Hyunjin learns that moments can become everlasting.

[kimsunwoodz]

In Need of Repair

Pairing: Jisung x Reader (gender neutral); a little Chan x Reader

Genre: angst, unrequited love, pining

Summary: Jisung knows what it’s like to love someone whose heart belongs to another, he knows you do too.

Word Count: 1.9k

Author’s Note: this is part of a title swap drabble game with the wonderful ursa over @thepixelelf . i really tried to make this story about something happy, but anguish is so deeply woven into the fabric of my sad, sad soul.

Just outside the chapel, moist flakes of snow fall to Earth, shrouding the land in ivory ribbons. Orchestral music begins as she makes her way down the aisle, the train of her beautiful silk gown gleams in just the same way as the frozen ground. You appreciate the symmetry of it all.

Chan stands at the altar, looking more handsome than ever. His hair is slicked back, the collar of his white shirt crisp and stark against his black tuxedo. You’re sure you’ve never seen someone so perfect. He turns to face her, and he cannot contain his tears. Sobs rake his body, and you know you’ll never feel so loved. The way Chan loves is pure and unwavering, you have always admired that about him, always wanted to know just how that felt. A sting in your chest reminds you that Chan’s heart belongs to another. You will yourself to believe that you are happy for him, but happiness has never tasted so bitter.

As the ceremony goes on, your eyes travel from Chan to his bride. She really is beautiful, perfect in every conceivable way: pretty, smart, compassionate. You understand why Chan has chosen her to spend an eternity with, you understand why he hasn’t chosen you. Even her vows are perfect. She recites them like a poem, her sing-song voice flowing through each word. You think she must descend from Byron. Art runs through her veins and metaphor her marrow. Chan has always had a way with words, but he may have met his match. As she finishes her sonnet, her declaration of love, all attention shifts to Chan. He has missed his silent cue, too busy staring into her starry eyes to notice how the church has fallen completely still.

The officiant clears his throat. “Chan,” he whispers, “it’s your turn.”

Awoken from his daze, Chan gulps. Swallowing his nerves and his excitement, he nods to the officiant before turning to face his love.

“From the moment I laid my eyes on you, I have been… completely enamored. The night we met, I- I couldn’t help but to stare. You were so beautiful, so breathtakingly unique. You had an air of sophistication about you that seemed to cloud the room in its entirety. I felt like I was suffocating - ” He pauses. “I felt like I was suffocating, but I welcomed the warmth in my chest. Your laugh was the most glorious thing I had ever heard, it felt like sunshine. It sounded like love. In hindsight, I should have been intimidated by you,” Chan stops to wipe a stray tear that had fallen and smiles “I would have been intimidated by you, if it weren’t for the sweetness of your smile. I felt like I was coming home. From the moment I laid my eyes on you, there has only been the two of us. In a room of a hundred, I am as alone with you as I am in the comfort of the apartment we share. I wish to live with you and maybe, if I’m lucky, I may be able to die with you as well.” With shaking hands, Chan presents the ring to the woman that he loves. No longer is he the only thing wrapped around her slender finger.  

The air feels thick with love. Though, unlike Chan, there is no warmth in your chest. You are left to suffocate in your own loneliness. You silently gasp for air.

“You may now kiss the bride.” Cheers erupt from all throughout the wedding hall as Chan leans in. You watch from the second row as the love of your life kisses his new bride. You watch from the second row as your heart breaks in two. You are happy for him, really, you just wish your aching heart had gotten the memo.

Jisung watches from beside the altar as you do your best to contain your sobs. His heart aches for you, for a love that can never be returned. He has watched for years as Chan has paraded his girlfriends in front of you, endlessly oblivious to the pain he was causing, the torment he was forcing you to endure. With every tear that you shed for Chan, Jisung could feel his heart fracture. Jisung has witnessed first-hand your devotion to Chan, he has shared in your longing for a heart that belonged to another. He has grown to resent Chan for what he’s put you through. He knows it isn’t Chan’s fault, no one can control who they love. Though Jisung likes to tell himself that given the choice, he would still choose you. He can’t imagine it any other way.

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The wedding has made its way to the reception hall. Beautifully dressed tables decorate the room, satin fabric delicately drapes each one, a flickering candle resting in the center. Name placards designate the seating arrangements and though you aren’t officially a member of the wedding party, a seat is still reserved for you at the head table, Chan’s wife had made sure of it. You settle down next to Jisung and he gives you a gentle smile. You return the gesture, the smile never quite meeting your puffy eyes. Jisung aches to hold you.

As dinner is served, Jisung tries extra hard to cheer you up. He tells stories of his drunken escapades, of the night Minho dared him to streak across campus, of the time he came home wearing someone else’s shoes. You hang onto every word he says, never tiring of the animated way in which he speaks. Though Jisung manages to get a laugh or two to breach your downturned mouth, the warmth in your cheeks never quite reaches your chest. Jisung can tell your mind is elsewhere, he wishes it was here with him.

Soon enough, the moment you’ve been dreading has come. Chan and his bride make their way to the center of the room to begin their first dance, her hands lovingly gripping Chan’s arm as he gently guides her. The first chord sounds and the pit in your chest threatens to swallow you whole.

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It was a winter morning; you and Chan had just finished your chemistry final and, after a brief snowball fight in the square, you found yourselves in your musky dorm room. It was a tradition the two of you had; after each exam session, you and Chan would meet in your dorm to talk about what questions you might have missed. You would share snacks and exchange song recommendations. After all, sharing is caring, and you’ve always cared about Chan. A lot.

This particular day found you laying on your bed, arms folded behind your head, right ankle resting on your propped up knee. Chan sat across the room in your squeaky desk chair, head leaned against the cold wall. He seemed to be in a trance, breathing slow and peaceful. Sentimental music played in the background, the type of song that makes you nostalgic for a time that has yet to come.

“What did you say the name of this song was again?” Chan asked, not bothering to open his eyes. You turned to look at him. He was waving his hands about like a music conductor, analyzing each note, admiring each bar. You laughed to yourself, his passion never ceasing to amaze you.

“It’s called ‘Who Do You Love’, by The Black Skirts.” You hummed in response, turning back to face the ceiling and gently closing your eyes.

“It’s good. Like, really good.”

“I knew you would like it.” Your chest tightened as you smiled, your entire body suddenly warm despite the storm raging outside.

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It was a memory of a simpler time, one before all the heartache and sorrow; one you often revisited when you needed a reminder of what life once was. Now, this memory leaves a bitter taste in your mouth and a heaviness in your bones. This song no longer belongs to you and Chan; it would forevermore be theirs; hers.

Jisung swears he’s witnessing the moment you finally break. Really, truly shatter. The light leaves your eyes as you look through the dancing couple, as if you are somewhere else entirely. He slowly places his hand on your shoulder, careful not to startle you as you return to the present. In your daze, you turn to him, confused.

“I’m gonna go get some air, wanna join?” His smile is soft and sweet, you can see in his eyes that he knows. You can hear the pity in his voice. Your secret is a secret no more.

Swallowing thickly, you nod. After wandering the venue for a bit, you find yourselves sitting on the balcony. The air is crisp, not unlike that winter day. It’s only when you are sure that you’re alone that you allow yourself to cry. You don’t want to ruin Chan’s special night, but you just can’t hold it anymore. As your shoulders tremble with the weight of your anguish, Jisung wraps his arms around you and holds you close. He thinks you fit in his grasp like you were made to live in it. Jisung feels the fault line in his heart travel just a little bit further.

You sit like this for what feels a lifetime. You sit like this long enough to begin to feel at home. Once your sobs subdue into quiet whimpers, Jisung lifts your chin so that you are looking him in the eyes. Yours are red and puffy from unleashing all your tears, his are glossy and wet from holding back his own.

“Are you ready to talk about it?” He asks quietly, scared to break the delicate silence blanketing the two of you.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to talk about it, not even when I’m old and wrinkly. I think I’ll die just how I lived, broken and unlovable.” Each word comes out a sniffle, but Jisung understands you just the same. He always has, you’ve just been too in love with Chan to notice.

Jisung swears he hears a heart crack, he just isn’t sure whose. His eyes bore into your own and he notices a tear streaming down his cheek. Before he can talk himself out of it, Jisung leans in to kiss you. It’s a soft kiss, just a peck really. It tastes like salty tears and sweet wedding cake, like heartache and longing. He cups your cheeks, afraid to let you go.

As Jisung’s eyes close, you feel his eyelashes flutter against your cheek. You allow yourself a moment, just a moment, to feel the touch of another - to feel like you are no longer alone. You allow yourself a moment to pretend it’s not Jisung kissing you, but a different brown-eyed man entirely. Pulling away, you see Jisung sitting in front of you.

You aren’t oblivious, you’ve noticed Jisung spending all night trying to cheer you up. It’s sweet of him, really, but you aren’t a charity run on pity.

“Ji, please, you don’t need to try and fix me. I’m not just a broken heart in need of repair. I just need time.” Jisung stares at you as his tears fall silently. He looks as broken as you feel.

Jisung can feel the splitting of his insides, a dark abyss separating the two halves of a heart that can no longer remember what it means to be whole.  

[sweetdejun]

for the drabble game could I request prompts 1 and 29 with Lee Know from Stray Kids <3

prompts:

“it’s too hot, maybe we should take our clothes off" + “take a picture, it’ll last longer”

genre/trope: fluff, humor/roommates!au

warnings: none

pairing: lee know x reader

word count: 848

a/n: I hope you like it! I wrote this with a post-finals brain so I hope it makes sense lol

luck was usually not on your side. it came as no surprise to you that during the hottest week, your jank apartment's AC unit practically combusted, and your entire building lost AC for the day. on top of that, it's a long weekend so although you're thankful you're not working,  the city's busy so it would be impossible to find an open hotel to stay in. this leaves you with minimal choices for places to stay... but then, you can't just think about yourself anymore. you have a roommate now.

minho is a friend of a friend, who was looking for an apartment in a  new city, where you happened to stay. he moved to your place for the time being while he found another apartment, so he's been your interim roommate for a few months. he's charming, funny, and sometimes a smartass. you'd be lying if you didn't start feeling something for him, and you hoped nothing came off as obvious on your end. thinking about him as you were leaving work, you just hope that he's not passed out from the heat at the apartment right now.

you give him a call when you drive home. “hey minho, is the AC back on?” he groans in response, “no, I thought by the time I got home today, the AC would be fixed, but the landlord said that it’s gonna be gone for at least a couple more hours.” great. “well, shit. what now? I’ll pick up dinner on my way home, there’s no way I want to stand in front of a hot stove now.” “sounds good, why don’t you pick up some cold noodles from the Korean store that’s on your way home, I’m sure I can call and order them!” cold noodles sounded refreshing, especially for the inferno you were about to arrive to. “that’s perfect, I’ll see you in a bit.” 

you picked up the noodles from the Korean store mere minutes later. the lady had them ready, mentioning how your boyfriend requested for his to be extra spicy and that she marked it. you thanked her, the shy smile on your mouth at the mention of ‘boyfriend’. you dread the moment you enter your building because lo and behold, as soon as you step in, a wave of heat slaps your face. you quickly go up to your apartment in short, quick breaths. as soon as you open the door, you find minho on the couch, pinching his shirt and erratically pulling it away then back towards him, in an attempt to cool his body down. “thank goodness you’re finally here! let’s eat!”

you both take your time to enjoy the noodles, cool and refreshing against the thick, humid air of the room. unfortunately, your joy doesn’t last as long, because as soon as the two of you finish eating and hop back on the couch, the lights go out. it’s pitch black in the apartment, and it’s hot. “well isn’t this just fantastic,” you groan loudly. “it’s hot, and it’s dark.” minho hums in thought, before saying, “you’re right. it’s too hot, maybe we should take our clothes off,” and you hear the suggestiveness in his voice. you reach for the cushion behind your back and throw it at his direction, which you deem successful when you hear a thump and a “hey, I was kidding!” but you take the time to think, logically he can’t see you, and your phones can’t charge anymore so you won’t be wasting your precious batteries on using flashlights. it’s hot and he’s right, so you begin peeling off layers of your clothes. 

slowly but surely, your shirt comes off, and you’re exhaling at the exposure of your skin and the air that reaches it. you’ve lied back against the couch and closed your eyes, relishing in the silence. the problem is that you don’t realize when the lights turn on and more importantly when minho’s gaze falls on your half-naked form. it is only when you hear a surprised yelp that your eyes fly open and you see a nervous minho scramble off the couch. perhaps it’s because you’re in a tired daze, but you find your confidence when you look up at him, still staring down at you. “take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you tell him and he blinks, looking away immediately. “sorry! I didn’t think you would actually listen when I said to take your clothes off…” you stand up and grab your shirt, lazily throwing it on and smirking at minho’s flustered state. “don’t worry about it, I was feeling hot so I took my shirt off. it was dark in here anyway, and I didn’t know when the lights would come back on. anyways, I’m going to bed, I’ll see you in the morning, minho.” minho is speechless, and watched as you sauntered off into your room. when the AC turns on mere hours later, minho’s in his room, silently wishing that the power goes out one more time when the two of you are together again.

[enluv]

send me an idol and I’ll write you a drabble for them <3

[rachalixie]

send me a skz member and a random word in my asks and ill write a little ficlet about it

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[starreadssstuff]

Introduction

Hey I’m star and I love talking about hot actors and great shows

Feel free to ask about any shows/people under this because I love talking about these incredibly made shows and would love to talk to yall!

This is a very safe space for everyone therefore everyone is welcome 😊

•the glory

•Alice in borderland

•la casa de papel/money heist

•squid game

•on my block

•stranger things

•Wednesday

•cats i loves them some much

•Harry Potter

•Jujusu Kiasen

•Criminal Minds

•Death note

•Taylor swift

•stray kids

•Phoebe Bridgers

• Ask! and ill tell you if I've watched it

I mostly talk about these things but I want to start writing fics.

-love Star 💜

[blue-jisungs]

hiii! can i request for seungmin dialogue 12,31 and 53 and for 10,17 and 21

i love ur writing btw congrats on 2k followers!!!!

"you don't love me anymore..."

a/n. thank you!! ngl i had some problems while coming up with an idea to write it so i hope you enjoy it :]

warnings. y/n is drunk and in a silly goofy mood :P

you giggled and leaned down to untie seungmin’s shoes.

“what are you do–” he sighed just as you leaned back to his eye level.

“look, now we match!” you grinned and pointed at your shoes that were untied for a while now. you noticed it but were too lazy to tie them. seungmin sighed again.

“aish, y/n. you’re a menace” he grunted and crossed his arms. he was handling drunk you for the first time and it certainly wasn’t going as he hoped it would.

“so you don’t love me anymore?” you pouted and threw yourself onto him, hiding your face in his neck “don’t leave me, seungmoooo!”

“who said i’m leaving you? i just said that–” you leaned away a bit and suddenly (but gently) sank your teeth in his shoulder “ow! did you just… bite me?”

“maybe? some animals bite their owners to show their love and affection and that’s what i’m doing” you grinned and leaned away. seungmin shook his head and looked around. you’re still far away from your place.

his gaze lingered on you for a little while. the beautiful e/c eyes sparkling with mischief and cheers dusted pink because of the alcohol in your system.

“can you tie my shoes?” you asked suddenly. normally, he’d refuse. but you won’t remember this anyways, right?

“i’m only doing it because you’re kinda cute… you know, only kinda” he scoffed and kneeled to do so. as he did, you placed a hand on his hair and ruffled it with a grin.

seungmin tied yours and his shoelaces but didn’t get up. i’m fact, he just turned around.

“hop on, dumbass” he ordered and - to his surprise - you obeyed “let’s get you home, hm?”

“but will you cuddle me to sleep?” you whined, wrapping your legs around his waist and resting your chin on his head.

“i’ll think about it” seungmin said, obviously lying. he was going to do it, even if you didn’t ask.

“so you don’t love me anymore…” you murmured, only causing him to roll his eyes. he’s never taking you drinking again.

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[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

For the drabble game, 5 "are those bite marks?" with reader and jisung please 🥺🥺 (yk like someone seeing sung's teeth marks on reader)

SKZ PROMPT GAME

Prompt: "Are those bite marks?"

Member: Jisung

Pairing: FemReader x Vamp!Jisung

Genre: Fluff, Light Smut

Warning: Blood Play. (Jisung is a horny vampire. What can I say?)

You hear the front door to the apartment slam, and then, even above the sound of the shower, your boyfriend's voice singing out operatically, "Honey, I'm hooooome!"

You roll your eyes, calling out over the running water, "In the bathroom!"

You continue lathering your hair, the steamy air filling with the scent of lavender from your shampoo, and moments later, the shower curtain yanks back enough to admit your boyfriend, already stripped out of his clothes.

You arch a brow at him as he makes a show of shivering and scoots in beside you to get under the stream of warm water.

"That's the quickest I've ever seen you lose your clothes."

Jisung makes a sound of disbelief in his throat and looks at you with dramatic hurt, lips pulling into a pout.

"She says, as if I don't rush to get my clothes off anytime I'm around her."

You roll your eyes again, and tilt your head back to rinse your hair, purposefully ignoring when his hands slip onto your hips and his lips find your throat.

When he speaks, you feel the rumble of it in his chest against your back.

"How thoughtful of you to warm my dinner up for me, pet." He teases in a low voice, letting his tongue dart out to press against the warm, flushed skin of your neck.

You want to make a witty remark, but can't help the little hum of contentment that comes from you when he presses an open mouthed kiss to the sensitive, still healing scars of previous 'dinner dates.'

You reach up and loop an arm around his neck, slipping a hand behind his head, feeling the way the water has made his thick, dark hair heavy in between his fingers, keeping him from pulling back from his current position against your throat.

"Hm. I'm just thoughtful like that I guess. Aren't you lucky?"

"The luckiest." Jisung agrees fervently against your skin, taking his time kissing his way up your throat.

You lean back into him, reveling in the way the warm water cascades over you, the way his body molds to your own against your back, but when the sharp tips of his fangs drag lightly across your pulse point, you glance over your shoulder at him, lips curving into the hint of an amused smirk.

"Did you come in here just to tease me?" You ask, scooting away from him slightly, reaching to grab your body wash.

Jisung scoffs and leans against the wall, watching you soap up your skin with a sharp gaze.

"Please. I can't believe you think so low of me, pet. I obviously came in here to stare at your perfect pair of tits."

You make a move to reach out and punch him for his comment, but he just laughs and catches your hand easily, looping his long fingers around your wrist, backing you into a corner.

Your breath catches as his eyes flash darkly, dangerously, as he stares down at you.

"However-" He muses in a lower tone, his eyes flicking down your naked body and back up to your face again with a smirk, as he leans into the wall above your head, caging you in.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and your core clenches as he slowly drags it across the tips of his fangs.

"-I find myself suddenly starving."

You arch a brow, trying not to visibly react as he lets a hand drop, sliding down your chest, between your legs where you're warm and wet, and not from the water of the shower.

"Really?"

"Mm." He hums in response in the back of his throat, and you can't help the slight sound that slips past your lips as he leans into you, hand still between you, lips brushing the column of your throat. "Think you can help me with that, pet?"

You shrug, biting down on your bottom lip to keep from moaning, and swallow hard.

"Maybe."

The amused smirk on Jisung's face says he knows you're not unaffected by what he's doing, not in the slightest, but he just leans forward once more and takes your chin into his free hand, forcing your gaze up to meet his own.

The water cascades over his brow and drips off his dark strands of hair as he hovers his lips barely above your own.

"Let's try this again." He moves his fingers between your thighs, and your breath hitches. Something dark flashes across his gaze at the sound, and his lips gap, revealing the sharp tips of his canines.

He slides his hand down to splay across your throat, seeming to take in your fluttering pulse and heaving breaths with a knowing smirk.

"I'm going to taste you, drink my fill of you." He twirls a strand of your wet hair between his fingers, and your entire body tenses as you wait for him to continue.

He finally meets your gaze, pupils large and dark, and his fingers find your throat again, pushing you back against the wall.

His voice is a growl in his throat now as he stares at you, and you know, he can feel your reaction to him, see it in the way you're heaving for breath.

"And then, when I've had enough, and only then, I'll consider giving you something in return for being such a good little blood bag for me, hm?"

His fingers close around your throat, and he forces your head to the side against the cool porcelain of the shower wall, leaning in as he drags his fangs up the revealed skin of your throat.

You writhe beneath him, and all the while, his fingers between your thighs don't stop.

"Jisung-" You gasp out, breathless, desperate for him to do something. "Please-"

"Patience, pet." Jisung hums beneath his breath, chuckling against your skin, before he skims his nose over your pulse point and breathes in deeply, as if he's feeding just off of the scent of your arousal alone. "Fuck, so worked up for me already aren't you?"

You whine, because that's the only thing you can manage to get out right now, and squirm in his hold, the oversensitivity of it all already threatening to push you over the edge.

His fingers still, and he pulls back with a smirk, pupils dark and wide.

He shakes his head.

"Not yet, pet."

You groan in open frustration, bucking your hips into his fingers, and he laughs slightly, leaning forward to capture your lips with his own.

It's a bruising, searing kiss-his teeth digging into your lips, his tongue sweeping into your mouth as he devours you.

"You can come-" He murmurs against your mouth, even as you chase after him, desperate to close the space between you. "-when I'm done."

You make a noise of frustration in your throat again, and this time, when Jisung chuckles, you bite down hard on his bottom lip in retaliation.

His eyes instantly darkens, and he pins you back once more against the wall.

The water is getting cold, pelting down like fine rain from above, but it doesn't matter in this moment, not when you're hot all over just from the way Jisung looks at you.

Like you're something he wants to devour.

He whirls you around effortlessly, your back flush against his front, his long fingers going around your throat, arching you back to look at him, his lips at your ear.

"Put your hands on the wall."

You do as he says, splaying your palms flat against the wall in front of you, leaning in to them a bit as he does an experimental little tug on the lobe of your ear for your efforts.

At your intake of breath, he chuckles, his breath warm against your water cooled skin, and his fingers find the pulse point just beneath your jaw.

"Good girl. Now-" He tilts your head to the side, exposing the skin of your throat, and whispers a kiss across your still pounding pulse. "-hold still."

You take in a breath, holding it, knowing what's coming, and then you feel his fangs sink cleanly into the flesh at the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

Every muscle in your body goes tense for a moment with the searing pain, a little whimper escaping past your lips, but as soon as it's there, it's gone, and then it's just all pleasure.

Your entire body relaxes into Jisung's hold as he feeds from you, feeling light and tingly and more than a little bit hazy, and over the sound of your own blood whooshing in your ears, you can hear Jisung swallowing down mouthfuls of the liquid.

He's always careful never to take too much, and when he finally pulls back, arms still holding you up, you feel good, just a little light headed and maybe more than a little out of it, but it's not from the blood loss.

You catch your breath, and glance back in time to see Jisung swipe the last of your crimson blood off his lips with a long, slow sweep of his tongue.

He cocks his head and smirks at you, arching a brow.

"Okay, pet?"

You nod, not able to form words yet, and he crowds you against the wall once more, his hands moving to cover your own, still obediently placed against the porcelain.

He's warm, and solid, and you can feel the evidence of what the bite did to him as he presses every inch of his body up against your own.

You're slightly more cognitive now, as he leans forward, hard against you, and swipes a careful finger through the blood still oozing sluggishly from your shoulder.

You shiver at the contact, and feel him grin against your skin, as he trails the bloodied finger down the center of your chest, across your navel, the apex of your thighs, dangerously close to where you suddenly ache for him.

You flick your eyes down and study the blood painted across your skin, as Jisung deeps his fingers once more between your legs.

"You should've been an art major-" You start to quip at him, but the words are cut off in a gasp as he finds your heat easily.

"Hm?" He murmurs against your throat, and you feel him sweep his tongue leisurely across the bite marks he left, sealing up the rest of the blood, a shudder of pleasure running down your spine at the feel of the wet, warm organ caressing your skin.

He shakes his head against you, and you tense as he moves his fingers again.

"I'm not much for art, pet. Unless, of course, it includes you."

There's a wicked glint to his large dark eyes as he slides his free hand up to encircle your throat, tipping your gaze back to meet his.

"Now. I believe I owe you something for all your hard work."

You nod breathlessly, and he grins, sharp fangs, still a little pink from residual blood, flashing.

"Good girl. Let's give you your reward then, pet."

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"Are those bite marks??" Your mutual best friend stares across the small cafe table at the two of you, metaphorically clutching his pearls, his voice full of open disgust and disbelief.

Jisung takes a casual sip of his coffee beside you and grins at him over the rim.

"I mean. Yeah?"

Hyunjin scoffs and rolls his eyes, reaching for his own drink and taking a large, annoyed gulp as he eyes the vampire sitting next to you.

His long, slender tail flicks agitatedly beneath the table, whipping around his legs.

You hide a grin.

"Seriously?"

You lift one shoulder in a shrug and finish off the rest of your own drink.

"That's kinda what you get when your vampire's a boyfriend, you know?"

Beside you, Jisung laughs, covering it up with a cough, as Hyunjin turns to glare at him.

"I mean, yeah?" He remarks, throwing his hands out, seemingly at his wit's end. "But can't you be a little more discreet about it?" His dark eyes flash with irritation. "Because now we all know that you guys most definitely fucked in the past twenty four hours."

Jisung grins wickedly. "Twice actually."

Hyunjin mimes gagging and you laugh.

"Ah, c'mon, Jinnie." You offer him a pout across the table. "Don't be like that. You love us."

"Yeah, but I don't want to think about you fucking." Hyunjin counters right back, looking like he might possibly throw up just by saying the words.

Jisung sits back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, a smug smile crossing his lips.

"Okay, Jinnie. Where should I bite her then, huh? To be more discreet." He leans toward you and taps your body as he talks. "Her stomach? Too close to major organs. Her thighs? I mean, meaty, but I prefer to do other things while I'm down there. Her ankles? I'm not really a feet guy."

You're laughing, and he grins at you, eyes bright, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your lips. You can still taste yourself on him from when he fed earlier.

Hyunjin makes a noise of disgust in his throat and throws his finished drink into the nearest trash bin.

"You guys are disgusting."

Jisung grins over at your friend.

"Yep! And that'll never change."

[synthetickitsune]

Random Song Game

Okay, so I saw this post by @hanniehoney1004 and I just needed to try it, but then I wanted to write tiny drabbles to go with it in the time it takes the song to finish and these are the results, lol.

Featuring: Yonghoon (Onewe), Yoo Taeyang (SF9), San (Ateez), Leeteuk (SuJu), Jeonghan (Seventeen), Bang Chan (SKZ), Chanyeol (EXO), Yuta (NCT)

(Also I couldn't remember my faves so I just picked those high on my spotify stats and randomly shuffled the order of the guys for extra challenge.)

This bias and you going on a first date. The song describes what you are actually doing on the date.

Yonghoon (Onewe) + Bring It On - Oneus

The lights inside of the room are bright and colorful, spinning much like the world around you. You hype him as much as you hope for him to mess up. Your throat hurts already, having already gone through more than it’s used to. Yonghoon is still going strong, hitting the high note without any problem. He throws you a smug smirk in the beat that the fast paced song allows him to catch his breath. He wasn’t joking when he said he was competitive. But neither were you. The score is 98, just a few points higher than your best so far. He passes the mic to you, licking his lips and raising his brows in a challenging manner. Electricity sparks between your fingers when they brush together as you take the mic from him. He might be a pro but you’re not giving up. You came here ready to beat him and you won’t stop until you do or your vocal chords give up. Whatever comes first.

This song plays while you are having a pillow fight with your No. 2 bias.

Yoo Taeyang (SF9) + White T-Shirt - Jonghyun

Your apartment was never this loud. Squeaking of your slippers, yelps and thuds as you jump around, all that mixes with the music cheerfully blasting in the background, your laughter and more thumping as the pillows find their target. The sun streams into the room through the window and you watch your silhouettes dancing across the floor. How can a shadow look so handsome? His body line really is out of this world, you think. The moment of distraction earns you a whack and you glare at Taeyang. He just sticks his tongue out at you. You swing your pillow at him but he dodges with an elegant sidestep and twist. “Not fair,” you complain, out of breath. You don't give up, though. You chase him around the apartment, swinging your weapon until he ambushes you. The pillows fall to the ground as he pulls you closer by your waist. You’re a mess, he’s a mess, panting just as hard as you are. Your lips meet just as the song stops.

A song you are screaming the lyrics to while going on a looooong drive with your third bias from the list.

San (Ateez) + Good Night - Huta (Lee Minhyuk)

You needed to escape. Both of you did. So when you suggested a weekend getaway, just the two of you, he made sure to be there. Driving on the empty road, you look at him. There are deep dark circles under his eyes. Your gazes meet. You know you look, and feel, just as bone-tired and exhausted as he does. You worry, he worries. You know all that. A song comes on the radio. It’s slow, gentle, and exactly fits the atmosphere the car shifted into as your tired eyes met. You turn the volume up, but it doesn’t stand a chance against your voice mingling together as you scream the lyrics from the top of your lungs. /You don't have to force yourself to smile./ Goes the song and your eyes meet. You smile at each other. Oh, the irony. /It's really alright, you don't need to try so hard/. You wish you could say that to him. He wishes he wouldn’t get so tongue-tied when he wants to check on you. Instead, your eyes instinctively meet with each line. /You don't have to pretend that you're okay, dear./ Your relationship is still fresh. It’s still awkward to talk about feelings, about work, about needing support and help. But perhaps this is the first step in the right direction.

While attending the concert, your fourth bias will dedicate this song to you. Imagine it's a cover if the song belongs to different group or artist.

Leeteuk (SuJu) + Bonnie & Clyde - Victon

You feel the confusion spread throughout the stadium filled with people. They don’t know what’s going on, yet they’re cheering and jumping anyway. The rest of the members look like they want to disappear, especially when their leader begins marching towards the part of the stadium you occupy. This wasn’t what you were expecting when you told him to think about his future, your future, whether it could ever be one you both share. The passion was there, love two, but with both of you living the life you do, how could it ever work out? Clearly you underestimated the dedication and devotion of a man who is past the period of brief relationships and lovers for one night. Hell, he even remembered the song that you’ve had on repeat for the past few weeks. There’s a fire in his eyes you’ve only seen in the privacy of one of your apartments, away from others. When your gazes meet, what he’s trying to convey is more than clear - let’s fight for this love. Let’s do it even if it fucks up our lives, you want to tell him but you think he knows by the smirk on his face. People are born for love and revolution anyway.

You are dancing in the club with your fifth bias to this song.

Jeonghan (Seventeen) + Regular - NCT 127

“When did they manage to get so wasted?” you slur against Jeonghan’s shoulder. The boys currently screaming and flailing, no even dancing anymore, on the dance floor were not the only ones who drank perhaps more than they should.

“I don’t know, you tell me,” he smirks, wrapping a hand around your waist to bring you closer. The alcohol creates a pleasant buzz under his skin and when he feels you swaying into the rhythm, he joins you. The bass pulses through your bodies as if you all shared one heartbeat. He can’t say he dislikes the feeling.

“We should take some videos,” you giggle, “They’ll be so embarrassed tomorrow.”

“Hmm, honestly I think I’ve never seen Hoshi dance so well,” he snickers and you join him, watching the other boy make moves not dissimilar to some bird’s mating dance.

“Should we join them?” you suggest, pulling on his sleeve with the hand that is not holding on to your drink. The beat is about to drop, it’s now or never.

“Sure, seeing as we’re the only ones sober enough to take evidence,” he shrugs, putting your drinks away before you grab his hands and pull him into the chaos.

This bias is breaking up with you and the song now playing has the reason in it.

Bang Chan (SKZ) + Sunshine - SKZ

“Are you sure you’ll be fine?” he asks for about the thousandth time and it makes you laugh.

“Yes, Channie, I’m pretty sure I’ll be alright. It’ll take me a while to get over you, but it’s all gonna be good in the end,” you reassure him, “But will you be fine?” He gives it some thought.

“Eventually,” he sighs, but there’s a relieved smile on his face too. This really is for the best.

“Focus on your career now, I’ll do the same and maybe when we meet in a couple years, we can give it another try,” you wonder aloud and he hums in agreement.

“I think I’d like it. Everything’s just so overwhelming now,” he confesses and you relish in the feeling of being one of the very few people he’d ever be so honest with. You hope this isn’t something you’re losing along with your relationship.

He stretches out on the blanket under you and looks at the sky. You do the same, comfortable silence enveloping you. It feels like you can breathe freely now. The sky is blue, the sun is warm, and there are no more expectations weighing you down. Maybe in a few years’ time…

Your seventh bias and you are travelling in an underground subway and this song is playing through your shared earphones while you guys have strong eye contact.

Chanyeol (EXO) + Ask - N.Flying

It’s hard to hold his gaze. It must be hard for him to, seeing as he cannot even hold his head up. Why he had to go and get wasted, why did you have to be the one to pick him up… you’ll never know. You curse under your breath. Memories flood your brain looking into those dark eyes. But yet you can’t turn away. Why did he make you take the other earphone? Why did this song have to come on? Today’s not your day. The song makes you nostalgic. You remember the time you spent together. You don’t have to try hard at all to imagine what he looked like looking at you at this time of night, only in the comfort of your shared bed and his eyes filled with love. But that was back then. Does he miss you like you miss him? Does he sometimes get panicked because your side of the bed is cold and empty like you still do? You don’t ask the questions, so you’ll never know. His head on your shoulder is heavy, but his eyes are so gentle and lonely. You allow him to wrap his arms around your middle. It’s to keep him steady, you tell yourself as you will yourself not to blink, afraid you’ll lose him again.

People are making edits of you and your eighth bias and the song that they keep on using in this one.

Yuta (NCT) + I Need U - BTS

You join him in bed, slipping under the covers and cuddling up to him as he keeps scrolling through different social sites. You chuckle when he sighs in frustration as yet another edit of the two of you appears with the same song.

“I think as far as song selection goes, it could be worse,” you joke, “Could be a proper break up song or something.”

“I’m glad you’re having fun,” he growls, but you see him fighting back smile as well.

You watch the short video, a compilation of scenes from a variety show you’ve filmed together. The MC got a little too touchy for comfort, fans must have noticed. But they also noticed something you’ve failed to - Yuta’s reaction to what was going on.

“Did I really look like that?” he whines, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“I’m not sure,” you admit, “But you look ready to kill, babe. It’s kind of romantic.”

“Romantic?” he asks, confused.

“Yeah, it makes me feel protected. The host really crossed some boundaries,” you sigh and feel his arms snake around your waist.

“Good thing you didn’t tell me back then,” he whispers, “Maybe they’d have more explicit content for their edits then.”

You laugh, but you know he’s being honest. You kiss the top of his to let him know you’re safe and right next to him.

[wonyosparkle]

ASK GAME !

matching making.

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helloo ! welp i got bored so feel free to participate in my ask game !

to participate send an ask with the following info ;;

group [stray kids, enhypen, txt]

zodiac

you're dream date place

you're favourite colour

extrovert / introvert / ambivert

you're favourite song

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once you've sent the info in my inbox i'll write a less than 1k drabble on who i ship you with <3

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[gamerwoo]

Hey! Can you write a y/n fic about going to a bookstore cafe with Wonwoo for the first date? Maybe a walk in the park afterwards and a sweet little kiss in front of the apartment door at the end? 🥺💞

hey i’m sorry but i’m not accepting these type of requests at the moment

[sweetdejun]

summer of '22 drabble game

I haven't done one of these in a while but, since I have enough free time this summer, I wanted to put this together for everyone!

RULES:

I write mainly for nct and bts, so I'll take requests for them, but other groups I'll take requests for include: exo, seventeen, ateez, stray kids, day6, pentagon and sf9 (I don't really listen to new gen groups much, so I don't know anything about them)

I will write either angst, fluff or both. NO SMUT PLEASE!!

I will stop taking requests on June July 1 at midnight EST! this is hopefully enough time for people to send in their requests

FOR SENDING REQUESTS: send the prompt number + member from group (ex: 1 + nct jaehyun)

here are the prompts (most inspired by @creativepromptsforwriting, thank you!)

"it's too hot, maybe we should take our clothes off"

"I won't be participating"

"I never liked summer anyway"

"let's go get ice cream"

"why are you busy, it's summer!"

"I know what you're thinking"

"are you jumping into the pool, or should I come out and push you in?"

"I can barely keep my eyes open"

"I could kill for a slushy right about now"

"is that for me?"

"who's genius idea was that again?"

"how does painting and a picnic sound?"

"don't promise anything you can't keep"

"I have two weaknesses: apple pie and you"

"you're absolutely insane, do you know that?"

"I haven't stopped thinking about it since then"

"funny how things turned out, huh?"

"you're too cute"

"did you just call me 'dude'?"

"get your butt over here and kiss me"

"are you nervous?"

"you look good in that"

"I did think of one thing we can do.."

"I wish I never told you about that"

"it's only a matter of time"

"when will we ever see each other again?"

"can you believe summer's almost over?"

"I'm what?"

"take a picture, it'll last longer"

"I'll see you soon, I promise"

BONUS: free prompt! send me whatever you want (but keep the rules in mind please!!)

I'm so excited to finally put this out! I will be awaiting requests from you all!

update: extended the deadline in case people still wanted to send requests!

[kwanisms]

[23:04] — failed initiation :: l.minho

» stray kids masterlist «

➮ minho × gn!reader

wc: 1.4k

summary: Your best friend invited you to a frat party and during your first game of Paranoia, your crush comes in to save your ass.

genres/themes/au: fluff; party themes; non idol au, college au

warnings: mild language, gn!reader, gn!best friend, alcohol consumption, slightly suggestive at the end

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a/n: this is for the initiation event hosted by @cultofdionysusnet that we members have to complete upon joining. There isn't much else to be said about it honestly. It's just a lil drabble. A lil timestamp lol nothing special. Thank you for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

The lights and heavy bass had been blinding and overwhelming when you'd first stepped into the building earlier that evening but now after a couple hours and more drinks than you could remember, it had less of an effect on you.

When your best friend had invited you to this frat party, you'd initially turned them down, wanting to stay in but when you learned that your campus crush was going to be there. You couldn't pass up the opportunity.

You were on probably a sixth or seventh drink when one of the guys throwing the party came up to you. It was the guy your friend liked, Yeosang. He noticed your nearly empty cup and offered to get you a refill. You thanked him, accepting his offer.

Yeosang disappeared into the crowd as your eyes landed on the one guy you'd come to see.

Minho.

He was gorgeous, extremely smart and athletic, and not to mention absolutely hilarious. Not everyone understood or appreciated his humor or that he was a little rough around the edges but under that, he was genuinely a very nice person.

You'd seen your fair share of his generosity and his kind nature when he rescued three kittens from a tree on his way to class. He was also the kind of person to stop and move a turtle across the road so it wouldn't get hit.

With people, he tended to be a bit abrasive and came off crass.

But with animals, he was a kind and gentle soul.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't notice Minho had made eye contact with you from his spot across the room and was now staring back. Your cheeks burned as you looked away, missing the slight smirk that appeared on his face. You felt a body squeeze next to you.

Yeosang had returned. "Your beverage," he said, offering you the glass and tapping his against yours lightly in silent cheers. You lifted the glass and took a sip, surprised by the fruity flavors. It was like a mixture of different fruits. Like a fruit punch almost. "This is really good!" you said over the music.

Yeosang nodded, thank you. "Hey, you should come with me. There's a smaller room where everyone is just hanging out. Y/F/N is there," he said into your ear.

You nodded, letting him lead the way, glancing around but not seeing Minho anywhere.

Yeisang led you through the crowd to the kitchen and to a door that opened up to the basement. You glanced back at him in panic and he nodded, that same pleasant smile on his face. The kind that puts your fears at ease.

You started down the steps into the basement. He was right, there was a smaller party going on down in the bowels of the house. The room looked to be a gamer's cave of sorts. Inside were some of Yeosang's friends, your best friend and…

"Hey, Minho," a voice called. Your crush looked up as Chris walked over, the two greeting one another. Minho looked as if he was in the process of playing a game at the Foosball table against one of Yeosang's older friends, Seonghwa.

Your best friend made a beeline to you as Yeosang excused himself to go chat with a friend. "I was wondering where you were!" your best friend said quietly. You glared at them.

"I was right where you left me," you reminded them. Your best friend gave you a pout. "I'm sorry. Y/N," they replied. "I was getting a refill and then Yeosang told me this party down here was going on and so we came down here and then I got so caught up in talking to his friends. When I realized you were still upstairs I asked him to go get you."

You narrowed your eyes before letting it slide. No harm done.

You took another drink as you glanced around, your gaze settling on Minho again. He was facing Seonghwa, waiting for the other to be ready to start the game.

He looked so effortlessly flawless. He wore a plain white tee tucked into light wash jeans with rips in the thighs and knees. The cuffs of his jeans were rolled up once, exposing the top of his black high top converse. Over the shirt he wore a gray plaid button down, left unbuttoned and open to show off the tee and his silver chain necklace.

When you arrived earlier that evening, he'd been sporting a black leather jacket but had removed it at some point. His hair was styled lazily, like he'd put light product on his fingers and then run his fingers through his hair but after repeatedly running his fingers through his hair all night, the style had fallen out.

You turned away as Felix motioned for you and your best friend to join them on the couch. "We're gonna play a game," Felix announced as more people moved to sit around the coffee table, some on the floor.

"What kind of game?" you asked hesitantly. "You've heard of Paranoia?" You nodded slowly. "She's heard of it," your best friend offered. "But she's never played it." One of Felix and Minho's friends, Hyunjin, leaned forward to see past Felix. "Then think of this like an initiation to the college party scene," he said with a wink.

"So, I don't have to explain?" Felix asked, sounding relieved until Jeongin raised his hand. "I don't know the game," he replied, several others chiming in.

Felix groaned while Hyunjin took the reins, explaining the rules of the game.

"It's really simple," he started. "One person will whisper a question into your ear and then you have to answer that question out loud. It's typically a one word question. Then, other players can ask you what the question was," he added. Jeongin and a few others nodded.

"If you don't want to answer, you have to take a shot," he continued, producing a bottle and setting it on the coffee table while Yeosang approached with a sleeve of cups.

"If you don't want to play, get up now," Hyunjin announced. When no one moved, the game started. Finally it got to Felix who sat beside you. "Okay, Y/N," he started before leaning in, covering his mouth with his hand to hide his lips from would-be lip readers.

"Is it true you like Minho?" he whispered. Your eyes widened as he leaned back to look at you. After a moment of silence you finally nodded. "Y-yes," you answered. Felix chuckled, looking smug and triumphant.

"I knew it," he replied. "It's kind of obvious," he added. You threw him a dirty look as one of the girls in the circle, a girl named Yeji leaned forward. "What was the question, Y/N?"

Your cheeks burned. "I'll take a shot," you said quickly. Your best friend grabbed your arm as Hyunjin poured you a shot. "Are you sure about that? You've already had a lot to drink."

You nodded. "I'd rather drink than repeat the question you said softly as Hyunjin pushed the cup towards you. You reached to grab it but another hand took it and everyone looked up as Minho raised the cup to his face, taking a sniff.

"Everclear, Hyun? Really?" he scoffed. "Are you trying to kill people?" Hyunjin frowned. "Y/N has to take the shot, Min, that's the rule!"

Minho shook his head before raising the cup to his lips, eyes meeting yours. "To your good health," he said before downing the contents to everyone's shock. He gagged before crumpling the cup and looking at Hyunjin.

"You're a bad influence," he said before tossing the cup in the trash by the couch and turning to you, offering his hand. "Come on," he said softly. "Let me show you how to play Foosball." You took his hand without hesitation, offering an apology to your best friend and went with Minho over to the Foosball table.

The rest of the night was spent talking to Minho as he taught you how to play. You managed to beat him three times in a row as the rest of the party dwindled on.

Minho proved to be pretty good company and you end the night falling even more for him.

You also managed to fall into his bed but that was another story for another time.

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