#stray kids humour

[stayfortwominutes]

📝 what's yours is mine | bangchan

disclaimers; tiny inkling of suggestive humour, written from third person perspective, petnames, insecurity, self doubt, descriptions of reader's body as "soft". no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.

pairing; bang chan x female reader

synopsis; you're the other half of chan's heart as he is to yours.

content; fluff, comfort, married/established relationship, slight angst, sprinkle of humour | word count; 1.4 k

it was nights like these.

when y/n could feel the calm, persistent rise and fall of her husband’s unclad chest pressing against her back. a loving warmth radiates from chan, seeping into her being, and enveloping her entirety in a blanket of comfort and security. the feeling of his fervent kisses he placed against the length of her neck earlier still linger. the couple lay together, limbs intertwined. chan’s right arm hooked under the curve of y/n’s waist; his sly, wandering fingers slithered underneath her singlet and rested against the soft, plush of her abdomen. right then and there, y/n prays for a greater divine entity to make time stand still, so she can continue to relish his doting embrace. her heart swells with utter delight, and a tinge of delirium ー a result of the late hours of the evening that she finds herself awake at.

y/n reaches for chan’s other hand, his arm slung lazily over her hip. she fiddles with the thin, silver bracelet adorning his wrist. the bracelet she gifted him over two years prior - inscribed on the inside plate, a few words: what’s yours is mine. although cliche, the idiom became a phrase the pair often recited to each other.

she chuckles softly to herself, reminiscing on the defining moment in their journey to marriage.

“honey, please look at me…” chan pleads as he kneels before y/n, who sits on their small couch with an absent gaze fixed to the opposite wall of their apartment. she’s teary-eyed with her bottom lip in a pout.

she continues to stubbornly avoid his eyes. he brings his thumb and index to her chin, guiding her face to meet his. chan leans forward, y/n is drawn to his wide brown orbs that beckon her attention, holding a profound reassurance as they stare back at her. the silent communication between the pair has y/n lurching forward into chan’s arms, nestling her face into his shoulder as child-like wails escape her.

“i-i didn’t think they’d see me. i’m so sorry, channie. i don’t want to break up, but i don’t want them to hurt you. i don’t want th-them to be mad at you.”

the flurry of fears spew from his girlfriend as she clings to his frame, whilst chan consolingly pats her back. everything begins to click in his head. earlier that day, the couple were called to the company, where his manager broke the news of their exposure to the public. an array of headlines decorated the homepages of various news sites, mostly presenting their relationship in a scandalous, negative manner.

y/n was very quiet, and appeared understanding, but on their way home, a sense of distance and tension had begun festering between them.

“baby, you did nothing wrong. they were going to find out about us sooner or later. you mean the world to me. i won’t let anything happen to you. if they’re my fans, they’ll be happy for me.” chan gently affirms y/n as he cradles her fragile, exhausted body.

“up we go,” he announces, tucking his arms under y/n’s knees and around her shoulders to gather her into a bridal-style hold. chan carefully walks them to their shared bedroom, placing her delicately on the edge of the bed. once again, his girlfriend’s gaze is downcast, her shoulder slump with the weight of great sorrow as she sniffles trying to hold back the stinging tears that prick at her eye line.

chan uses this opportunity to hastily rummage through his backpack hanging off a hook on the back of the bedroom door. he's careful to conceal the small velvet box in his pocket. taking a seat next to y/n on the bed, his left arm encases her shoulders and brings her head to rest against him.

“i wasn’t going to say it like this, but the timing couldn’t be any better,” he nervously starts, feebly scratching at his clavicle. chan takes y/n’s left hand in his, caressing the back of her palm, rubbing faint soothing circles in hopes to assuage her anxieties. y/n senses the shift in his demeanour, her breath hitching in her throat in anticipation for the worst; she had a tendency to spiral, and she begins to mentally prepare herself for him to deliver the three dreadful words: “let’s break up-” but he doesn’t.

“let’s get married-” y/n swallowed, her head tilted slightly back to prevent the salty tears that welled up. a volcano threatening to erupt, they began to freefall without a care, her trembling hands cover her eyes as she hurriedly move out of his firm hold.

“i don’t want to say goodbye to what we have, but if it’s for the best, i’ll do anything for you, chan.”

“woah, woah! baby, slow down. retract that, come back to me.” y/n stands in front of him, as the reality washes over her. with her mouth agape, she studies his face. chan’s lips are plastered with a smile, but his brows furrow at the unexpected rejection. he peers at her face painted with disbelief, before breaking into a laugh.

“did you think i was breaking up with you?” his hands reach out to y/n, residing on either side of her hips to position her in between his knees. y/n’s hands come to rest on his shoulders and she doesn’t break eye contact with him. her eyes conveying a message of uncertainty, and chan receives that as a sign to continue his previous spiel.

“no matter what anyone says,” he interlaces one of his hands with y/n’s and peppers several featherlike kisses to her knuckles, “you are my world. your happiness is my happiness, your sadness is my sadness, and your love is my love. i don’t want to face the world alone anymore.” tears again pool in her eyes, not from apprehension, but pure joy and adoration over chan’s heartfelt confession.

“i’m not that special, m-maybe one day you’ll wake up and realise you settled for me over your dream…” y/n was not one to express her self doubts openly to chan, and those words evoke a protective side in him; confident to prove her worth to him.

chan scoffs, “settle? that might be how you see it, but i’ve had the pleasure of knowing you for years, and you’ve only given me more reasons to love life. i’m convinced i’ve loved you in a past lifetime, and we’re reuniting again to continue that same love. let me be the one to teach you all things to love about you. whatever problems arise, we’ll solve them together." y/n grew speechless, hearing chan profess such deep feelings broke down her walls of insecurity, his words were an emergence of light nearing the end of a dark tunnel.

"you are my dream."

chan's gaze holds a degree of fondness that has y/n crumbling into his arms, her knees buckle and she falls forward, pinning him against the mattress. the action alone flusters both of them as they blush in unison, red blooming from chan’s neck all the way up to his ears as a wildfire of pink spans across y/n’s cheeks.

“getting down to business already, mulan?” chan shyly bites, breaking the tense atmosphere between them.

“speak for yourself, i felt that.” y/n abashedly retorts as she straightens herself to stand up, and chan is quick to fish the velvet box from his pocket before raising his hands in the air.

“i'm innocent!” laughter erupts from the pair as chan engulfs y/n in a joyous hug.

“that’s a yes though, right?” he pulls back and y/n nods profusely, “yes in this lifetime, and in the next.”

chan stands, his arms encircle y/n’s waist as he captures her lips with his; molding together perfectly in reciprocal affection and devotion.

the memory sets y/n’s heart ablaze as excitement courses through her veins. consumed by the need to feel even closer than they impossibly were, y/n untucks his hand from beneath her singlet to turn over and cuddle further into her husband’s hold.

chan stirs, a hazy smile dances on his lips, “comfortable, baby?” he mumbles, sleep dripping from each word.

“always in your arms, my prince. i love you,” y/n replies, reverently pressing a soft peck to his lips.

consider reading more: masterlist

notes; i finally pieced together the prompt, after rewriting it and revising it over the past few days. i can't say i feel like the outcome matched my original idea. i was definitely not surprised bang chan won the poll for a comfort fic. thank you once again to everyone who votes, leaves nice comments and reblogs; you're all greatly appreciated. i hope you enjoyed this piece too! © stayfortwominutes ; august 27, 2023.

[aestheteasteria]

Men with long hair are my religion

[suengmi]

ot8 skz prompt!

you cry when they barely raised their voice at you (but not in a too angsty way, they were just playing around w you) and they comfort you

also HAPPY LATE BDAY 🎉 (im gonna rob you for all ur seungmin and jisung pcs)

hehe thank you anon!! i went to see moulin rouge live and just had a kpop trade day/night with my bestie i was like "i'll swap u any of these two lee knows... for that mingi"

BUT YOU CAN'T HAVE MY SEUNGMIN ONES I'LL FIGHT YOU BARK i got like 26 different seungmin ones with 11 doubles... it's not enough, funnily bangchan is actually my ult in skz alkjsdlaksjd leave me alone seungmin got me WHIPPED

ANYWAYS!! warnings under the cut, i added pics for comedic effect. idk why my writing always goes humour, anyways i worked v hard on this!! and as always,i messed around with the prompt a did a few hurt!skz/you raising your voice at them hehe enjoy!!!

in alphabetical order

all non idol!au, all gn!, as always kinda proofread and lapslock

you're laying on the couch, nose stuffy and filled with tissues. you were always sensitive when you were sick, your head feeling like it's spinning and your body betraying you anytime you tried to stand up. chan was always a caregiver, he loved taking care of the people he adored. not one day went by where he didn't ask if you needed help or needed anything, you could always reassure him that his presence was enough, much to his scoffing.

☆⌒ヽ bangchan

warnings/other: living together, established relationship

you needed help to go to the shower, the steam would probably help. plus, you hadn't showered in two days due to how sick you were.

"babe?" you called out, voice weak.

"baabe?" you squeaked once again, trying to lift yourself from the couch. "baaaaabe?" and nothing, but you can hear him tip toeing around somewhere, the clunking sound of a bottle hitting the bathroom floor.

"babe!" you half yell, still trying to push your self from the couch.

chan rounds the corner, eyes frowning as he taps on the side of his headphone, "what?!" he screams at you, eyes scrunching and brows furrowed.

you burst into tears, suddenly feeling like you're in trouble for wanting help. "i'm sorry, i didn't know you were busy." you can barely speak, voice raspy and quiet.

"what?" he speaks again, pulling his headphones to rest on the back of his neck. this time his voice more gentle. he sees the tears forming in your eyes and immediately comes to your side. "what's wrong?"

"don't yell at me." you say through tears, hands coming to rub your eyes.

"shit," he curses, rubbing the sides of your arms, "sorry, i had my head phones on, i was running you a bath."

"oh," you sob, still letting yourself cry your hands dropping to your lap, "i thought you were angry at me."

"oh my god," he says pushing your messy hair out of your eyes while wiping the last of your tears. he sighs, "i just couldn't hear you silly."

"i've run you a bath, do you wanna have one together?" he stops and gives you a sniff, "you need one."

you frown, using the last of your strength to push him away, but it fails. "yes please..."

--

you're balls deep in your game, you've never been so focused on a game in your life. it's the final battle fight of the last of us 2, you wipe away tears at the scene before you folding out, feeling conflicted as the characters fight in the water.

☆⌒ヽ felix

warnings/other: living together, established relationship, cussing

"ahh!" you yell a bit too loud as you feels more tears form, "this is fucked up, fuck you both, fuck off this is so unfair."

"what did you say to me?" felix says, turning from his pc to look at you. "did you just tell me to fuck off?"

"what?" you turn to felix, eyes back darting back to the screen for a moment, still in the middle of the battle.

"what the hell? why did you tell me to fuck off?" felix says as he scrunches his nose, clearly upset and confused. "what the fuck?"

"no! oh my god, no." you scrambled to pause the game, getting to your feet to stand by felix, "no, no, i was talking to the game!"

"you lyin'?"

you roll your eyes, "why would i say that to you? ellie is fighting abby, and i'm telling them both to fuck off, not you!"

"oh," he says, pleasantly surprised, "valid then."

you press a gentle kiss to his forehead, he looks up at you still kinda upset. "baby, if i were to ever tell you to fuck off it'd be because you ate the last of the bread."

he smiles, eyes crinkling into moons, "oh that's true."

"you wanna watch?"

he scoffs, "god no, i already cried at that a month ago. hell no."

--

"get back here!" changbin screams, running across the field to catch you.

☆⌒ヽ changbin (LMAO THE PIC)

warnings/other: new relationship, play fighting

"no, no!" you yell back, a grin on your lips, you dart around the edge of the tree, seemingly hidden (well, you think at least.)

dating changbin had been a whirlwind, he was kind, funny, silly in the best ways and so cared for you like no one had. it had only been a month, but you were so damn in love with him, even though you were still getting to know him. everyday you were excited to find out more about him, it was never enough.

there's a silence in the air, your eyes dart around the edge of the tree. after a moment or two, a voice screams suddenly, "got you!"

"ah!" you scream, feeling hands aggressively wrap themselves around your waist. you had always been a scaredy-cat, any loud sound would startle you and send you into a frightened mess.

"all mine!" he said as he pulled you to the ground, arms still wrapped around your waist.

you feel trapped, his large arms wrapping around you. you can feel the anxiety in your chest, flight taking it's hold over freeze.

"changbin! that really scared me!" you cry out, but he's relentless.

"too bad, i win!" he chuckles loudly, pushing you to lay on your back, his muscles bulging as he pins you there. he slowly loses his smile when he meets your upset scowl, mouth turned down at the sides.

"baby, no-" he says searching your face, "i'm so sorry, was that too much?"

"yes," you say in a low tone, wrapping your arms around his neck. "i get startled easily,"

"i didn't know, i'm sorry." he apologises again, lifting you up to deepen the hug. you melt into his frame, enjoying being engulfed by your boyfriend, though pocket sized, he seemed much bigger than you in moments like this.

this is your chance to get him back, you smile into his neck before pressing a sharp bite down on his collarbone.

"hey!"

--

usually, hyunjin was the patient one.

☆⌒ヽ hyunjin

warnings/other: living together, established relationship

he would always happy to wait for you when you were getting ready, always be okay with you needed to run back inside and pee because you would probably forget and always, he would always wait for you to tell him what you wanted or how you felt, never pushy once.

you were upset, getting fired from your job. it wasn't your fault, just the reality of the job market right now. 'no more funds.' they had said. you were floundering., wallowing in self pity (and rightfully so.)

when hyunjin arrives home, it's ten oclock at night. you're sitting on the couch, balled in a blanket. the lights are off, black smoke seeming to surround your nest of pillows, the only light on your face was from the tv.

"hey beautiful-" hyunjin says cheerily before being met with your tired eyes, black rings around the bottom. "what's wrong?

"nothing." you scoff, hiding more of yourself.

"babe-" he says softly, kicking his shoes off and dropping his bag. he comes to your side immediately, hands rubbing up and down your side. you say nothing, shifting away from his touch.

he sighs, "you wanna tell me what's wrong?" he seems tired.

"no." you say lowly, turning up the tv volume.

"are you... sure?"

you say nothing as you kick him with your foot, still wallowing and watching the tv.

"fine, be like that." he scowls, voice slightly raised as he shakes his head. he shuffles to the kitchen counter, gripping the soda left on the bench top. he takes a sip, looking back at you, clearly annoyed. "i'm not in the mood."

hyunjin was never one to raise his voice, never had he done that to you. he patience seemed to have be worn thin this time.

"no i didn't-" you sigh, trying to gather your words.

'i have bad days too you know, it's not just you."

you sit up, blanket falling down the back of you. he's right, he's always right. "that was not cool, i'm sorry."

you look over him with sad eyes. he's now leaning over the counter, hands digging into his scalp.

you get up from the couch, readjusting the blanket over yourself as you shuffle to his side. you bump your head into his shoulder, looking up at him with wide eyes. "i love you."

"i love you too," he sighs, leaning his head on yours.

you sit like that for a moment before he speaks. "i got fired."

"no way same."

you both look at each and laugh in disbelief, how on earth did this happen?

--

jeongin was so cute, so damn cute. he reminded you of how cute he was every time he did, well, basically anything. but sometimes, he was really secretive. you didn't know why, until you had come to his house the first time. you hadn't been together long, but you were over joyed when he invited you over for dinner.

☆⌒ヽ jeongin

warnings/other: fresh relationship, not smutty but heavy descriptions and mentions of hentai lmao, pg i guess

"bone app the teeth!" he chimed, placing down the bolognaise he had made. it looked and smelled delicious, and you loved the cute frog bowls he had put them in. it made him that much cuter.

"eee! it looks so yummy." you squealed, "wait gotta pee."

"okay, down the hall to the left" he said plopping himself down, proud of his masterpiece. he sat up, making sure to clarify. "oh not the second door, the first one!"

you didn't hear the last part as hurriedly made your way down the hall. you looked at two doors, two seemingly the same. 'i think he said the second?'

you open the door in a hurry, being met with a large pillow of an anime woman, giant boobs out and her legs parting in display. you just stand there in shock, taking in the sight before you.

"helloooo." you said curiously, stepping into the bedroom. on the light stand there was a figurine. her boobs were seemingly wet, the short skirt she had lifted up behind her, thong busting out. a few more adornments, mostly lewd plastered the room.

"babe?" he called out as he walked down the hall. his eyes met with your curious ones, a smirk slapped across your face.

"babe!" he yelled, pulling you back by your arms. "i said first door! why didn't you listen!?"

"ow!" you said in surprise, feeling a lump of guilt building in your throat. he had never yelled at you before and it scared you. "i'm sorry i didn't hear you."

he sighed shaking his head, "i told you not to go in my room!"

"stop yelling at me..." you mumbled, wincing away from him.

quickly he pulled you out of his room, accidentally slamming the door behind him, it made you jump.

"jeongin-" you started but the lump in your throat grow. "i just got the wrong door, don't yell at me."

you stood in silence for a moment before he spoke up, rubbing the back of his neck, an unsure grin on his face, "i just didn't want you to see yet, i'm sorry i yelled."

you turn back to him, eyes tracing his face. he'd been caught. "theeee hentai?" you smirked, standing on your tippy toes.

jeogin's face burnt red, ears tingling with embarrassment. he scrambled to say something, but nothing came out. just splutters of words.

you laugh, "do you seriously think i'd be upset about that?"

"i don't know..." he says under his breath, looking everywhere but you.

"hm," you ponder, finger on your chin, "i don't know how i'd look in a thong, i might not have the ass for it."

jeongin looks like he's going to burst, his expression surprised and embarrassed by your words.

you sigh, taking his hand in yours, "it's fine but don't ever yell at me again, okay?"

"okay..." he says looking to the ground, feeling stupidly sorry for his actions.

"besides," you begin, smiling at him, "maybe you'd look better in a skirt and thong."

--

"wake up!" is all you hear as you jolt upwards, your forehead sweaty and breath heavy coming from your chest.

☆⌒ヽ jisung

warnings/other: living together, established relationship, mentions of nightmares and knives (not bad i promise lol)

you had a nightmare, which didn't happen often. the dreams you usually had were just an information dump of your day mixed in with people you had thought about, but this felt real, the feeling of fright still tingling in your body.

you look over at jisung, his eyes sleepy but still looking at yours.

"hey, you okay?" he speaks, voice raspy.

"no!" you yelp, busting into tears, still feeling shaken by your nightmare. "you were following me, telling me you were going to kill me! why were you yelling?"

"what?" jisung says in a confused tone, hand coming to your shoulder to stable himself.

you shrug his hand off, "you were going to kill me, why would you do that?"

"what are you talking about?" he mumbles, sitting half upward.

"in my dream," you begin by taking a deep breath, "you were chasing me with a knife, it was so scary."

"i'm... sorry?" he says, still so confused, "i didn't mean to?"

"oh," you breath out, tears slowly stopping. "i still cant believe you'd do that. i'm... damn."

"i'm sorry i tried to kill you in your dream. it was wrong of me...?" he mumbles again, eyes trying to find sleep.

"yeah, yeah it was." you breathe out, "don't do that again."

"okay... i won't." he sleepily sighs, his body falling back to the pillow. "i can't believe... i did that, what a ...dog act from me. asshole."

"absolute dog act, you dick." you finish before you feel your body laying back, waiting for sleep to capture you.

"so wrong of me, i'm such an idiot." he mutters, his lips pressing against the pillow, already falling asleep.

--

you scoff, eyes slowly closing your tiredness overtaking you. "damn right."

aussie slang: dog act if you don't know lol

"c'mon, just let me see." you yell through the crack of his changing room, attention turning from your phone. "i'm sure it's fine."

☆⌒ヽ lee know

warnings/other: close friends who like each other, uh lee know half naked??? spicy lee know, play fighting

"it's not." he says from the change room. you can hear his sighs through the curtain, frustration in them whenever he tries on another piece.

"do you need help?" you start, sliding yourself to the other side of the bench in front of the changing room.

"no!" he fumbles, dropping another item.

you sigh, hand slipping to grab onto the curtain, "i'm coming in!"

"no-!"

you're instantly met with his crotch, boxers tight across his hips, and you can see that. yes, the outline of that. your brows raise, certainly surprised with the view in front of you. his boxers had the kittens on them, cute little kittens of all colours and a pink background. you loved it, you can't deny.

"uh..." you start, not knowing what to do. you'd liked lee know for a while, so you can't say you're entirely horrified. you slowly raise your eyes to his, confusion and annoyance on his face.

you just sit there, his eyes burning into yours, just both staring at each other before he pushes on your face, leading you to fall back off of the bench. "don't do that!"

"ack!" you fall back yelping back hitting the ground with a thud, "i'm sorry i just wanted to help!"

he raises his voice slightly, anger present in his tone, "yeah, well i'm fucking naked!"

you feel bad, you've pushed a boundary and you didn't even realise you had been edging on it. "i'm sorry." you choke out, feeling bad for invading his privacy. you were close but not that close, yet.

you just lay there, ashamed of yourself for what you did, not thinking about his boundaries. after a minute he comes out, you're still laying on the ground in defeat.

he purses his lips in anger as he grabs the side of your ear, wrenching it towards him.

"ah shit!" you screech, laughter behind your words, "i'm sorry! aha i'm sorry! stop it!"

"you done?" he says through his teeth, still pulling on your ear.

"haha yes! it tickles and hurts!" you giggle, mouthing ouch a few times. he gives you a final tug before he finally let's go of your ear.

you get to your feet, rubbing the side of your ear. you both walk in silence before he halts you, eyes glaring into your own.

"if you wanna see me naked just say so, at least i can put better boxers on."

it was your turn to go red in the face, but you smirk instead, hiding your face, "i like those ones."

"really?" he questions, pondering your words, but seems impatient in his tone. "i'll wear em for you this weekend then, you staying over or not?"

you nod hurriedly, instantly agreeing to his plans.

"aw," he stops, clearly enjoying your agreeance and the new realm of flirting with you, "cat got your tongue?

you smack him on the arm, "stop!"

--

"do these look good?" seungmin asks, raising the brown frames to his face. no, no they don't. they absoutely don't. you try to hold in a laugh, your hand coming to your mouth.

☆⌒ヽ seungmin lalsdjka that pic always gets me

warnings/other: established relationship, seungmin thinks he's funny

"umm... maybe?"

he sighs, raising them a bit. "how about now?"

"uh," you begin, trying to hold in your laugh, "sure?"

passive aggressively he throws them back on the rack, turning on his heel to walk to the next section. you follow behind him, you can sense he's getting frustrated trying to find the right sunglasses. his vision wasn't the best without his glasses, so he needed your help trying them on. no contacts in today.

"hmm," he ponders, picking up anther pair. they're so ugly, rectangle and frames way too dark. no one would suit them, that's probably why they're on sale.

"um... maybe?"

"you already said that!" he says, frustration in his voice. "if you're not going to help, just leave."

you feel kind of hurt at his tone, but continue to follow behind him. you can't help but feel the anxiety in your chest, he wanted your advice but never listened anyways so you thought it best to be quiet.

suddenly he turns to look at you, feeling the awkward tension he's created. he throws his hands in the air. "what?!"

"hey don't yell," you start, wincing a bit at his words, "i just don't think those suited you..."

he takes the sight of you in, realising he's upset you, "shit- i'm sorry baby, i'm just annoyed i can't find a good pair. this is so hard."

you grab his hands and bring them to your chest, your eyes looking up at him, "thank you for apologising, you don't gotta be so mean."

he bends down to press a kiss on your lips, it's gentle with apology laced in it. he takes in a sharp breath before leaning back, "okay, which ones?"

"circle, definitely."

he turns to face the other section, hand gently melding to yours. the pair he picks up are just as ugly as the others.

"no," you begin interrupting him. you let go of his hand and pick up a dark circle frame pair of simple sunglasses, "these one's."

"really?" he questions, brows raised.

"just try them."

he sighs, bringing the frames to sit on his ears. "yes or no?"

"oh definitely, these are the ones. you gotta trust me."

he pouts and rolls his eyes, "oookay."

--

a/n: i had so much fun writing this!!!! hope you enjoy!!!!

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[didisayso]

Felix : I got these skechers from the thrift store

Hyunjin : They kinda look worn out

Han : Or you can say that

Han : They're sketchy

[fauna-and-floraa]

[SKZ LOG] Stray Kids : 어쩌다 촬영한 하루

[foxinys]

jeongchan for @chrisbangs ♡ 

[starlostastronaut]

DAY 07 | BUT A TROUBLEMAKER GIRL

PAIRING: seo changbin x reader

GENRE: crack, fluff

WC: 0.76k

CW: attempt at humour, playful banter/insults (they're besties so its fine haha)

PROMPT: "your hand looks heavy, can i hold it for you?"

i picked out the prompt and my first thought was "from how many things can i make fun of?" lol. so this is where it ended. i honestly have no explanations for this, so just enjoy haha <3

title from troublemaker - olly murs

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"Your hand looks heavy, can I hold it for you?”

You almost choked on your drink when you heard that. When your cough had eased enough for you to be able to speak, you managed to get out a strained “What?” before you launched into another fit, though this time it was a laugh.

“Have you calmed down now?” Changbin grumbled after having to listen to your laugh for another few minutes. If you were to ask him, he would swear the last two minutes were only pretended, because no human could possibly laugh for that long.

“I’m sorryyy Binnie,” you said, wiping imaginary tears from your face. However, upon seeing his unpleasant expression, you straightened your back and stopped the charade. "Yeah, I’m done. Sorry,” you muttered, this time truly meaning it. You didn’t think he took it that seriously, but apparently he did after all, which made you feel genuinely sorry. Sometimes you would simply take your jokes too far without realizing it. “It’s just… since when do you use pick-up lines?”

In the years of knowing Seo Changbin, you had never heard him say a single pick-up line. Sure, Changbin never passed up an opportunity to shamelessly flirt with just about anyone, but he never resorted to something so “primitive” (as he himself once said) like pick-up lines. That was more up Bang Chan’s alley.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Chan-hyung swears it works. He said the fans go crazy whenever he uses one.” He gave you a curious look. “You’re our fan too. Why didn’t it work?” he pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. Despite the situation you found yourself in, the sight of him sitting like that opposite you was just so adorable. Of course, you would never admit it to him, but the thought was still there, making you smirk before you caught yourself.

You opted for standing up from the couch and going to refill your glass, not wanting your face to betray you, given the fact that Changbin was taking this situation seriously, at least to a certain degree.

“My dear Changbin, you’re forgetting one very small but also very important detail,” you called from the kitchen. While waiting for a response, you opened the fridge to take out a bottle of juice.

“What, that I’m not Chan-hyung?”

“No! Well… I mean yes, but that’s not my point,” you yelled back and put the juice back. Walking out of the kitchen, you stopped at the door and leaned your side on the doorframe, with a clear view of Changbin still pouting in the other room. He didn’t exactly look like he had figured it out yet, so it was up to you to give him the hint. “Do you know what the difference is between me and a regular STAY?”

He shook his head and looked up at you, waiting for an answer.

“I’ve met your dumb asses.”

With a smile on your lips, you watched Changbin’s reaction. As if it were slow motion, he furrowed his brows in confusion, but then it got replaced by annoyance. “Yah! What do you mean by that?” he shouted, but there was only pretend anger present in the tone of his voice. You got pretty good at guessing when he was joking, and right now you were sure you were both on the same page.

“That any fan who would spend just a day in the presence of any of you would think twice before falling for you,” you answered with an innocent grin and drank from the glass, making it seem like a neutral conversation. Which it was, theoretically. There was no real malice behind your words, you just enjoyed teasing your best friend.

“Or you just have poor taste, because Stray Kids are totally boyfriend goals,” Changbin retorted, raising an eyebrow as if saying “what’s your response to that, huh?”

But you were ready for him. You two bickered so often that your replies were basically autopilot. Without missing a beat, you scoffed. “Sure, keep telling yourself that.” With a victory smirk, you watched Changbin freeze. He was trying to think of some witty reply, but it seemed like you got him there.

“Wait a minute, doesn’t Jeongin have that friend from school who is also a STAY?” Changbin asked after a moment of silence. You just looked at him, head tilted to the side and confusion written all over your face. “Let’s call them and settle this once and for all,” he explained, already standing up and going to his room for his phone.

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[axel-skz]

Stray kids mini-stories

Where you torture the love of your life with cold hands!

So, I had an idea AND I’M ON TIME! BE PROUD! I hope you like it lmao. The song on the roulette today is Hello stranger LMAO which you probably are to the boys after this prank

Perm taglist: @bunnychangbin

Hyung line maknae line (coming soon)

You walked into Chan’s studio. He was creating something and so he was distracted… perfect. You snuck up on him. Very easily. This man gets very into his work.

You carefully put your hands on his face from behind and he jumped with a little scream. It was hilarious.

He took off his headphones and looked at you, ‘why? What did I ever do to you?’

‘It all started one day, when a desperately sleep deprived man asked out a desperately touch deprived human,’ you laughed.

He sighed, ‘you’re lucky I love you.’

Minho was petting the cats. He was listening to music.

MY CHANCE HAS COME!

You walked into the room with your hands behind your back and you smiled at him. He squinted back at you then smiled at his cats.

This had you contemplating your life for a moment. This was it, you’d always come in 5th place after Sooni, Doongi, Dori and Jisung…

Anyway, you walked past him so you were behind him. You leaned down to kiss his head then as you brought your hands near his face, ‘I would rethink whatever you’re about to do. I know where you sleep and I’m vengeful today.’

Your smile dropped and you kept your hands behind your back as you straightened up and cautiously walked away.

Not today satan.

You walked into the gym after washing your hands with icy water. You saw Changbin before he would start working out and you walked up to him with a smile.

It was usually a little cooler in here because it would help with whoever was working out as they went on. It helped you plan that he was always cold before he worked out.

He took off his earphones as he saw you and he smiled brightly, ‘how was your work out?’

‘It was alright,’ you leaned in to give him a kiss. As he leaned forward, you held his face with both your hands and he jumped.

His face went sour, ‘you’re mean,’ he pouted. You laughed as you tried to kiss him again but he moved away from you, ‘I have no faith in you anymore.’

‘No! I’m sorry! I’ll make up for it!’ You whined as you chased him around the gym.

Hyunjin spent the whole day ignoring you. Do you know why? Because Kkami wouldn’t kiss him.

So, while your manz was having the breakdown of his life because his ‘child was going through a rebellious phase’, you decided this would be the best day for the cold hands prank.

You came to him while he was dramatically slouched over the sofa with his phone. Looking at Kkami every so often then sighing dramatically and ranting about how back in his day, he always kissed his parents.

You had to stop rolling your eyes an hour ago because you were getting dizzy. He looked up at you mid sentence and expected love from you.

He prepared for a kiss but then you held his face with cold hands… he screamed.

Full volume, bloody murder.

He somehow fell off the sofa and as he lay there, Kkami looked at him. He stayed still because he thought she was about to come to him… she didn’t. She side eyed him and left.

‘I’m going to die alone and unloved,’ he wailed on the floor.

A/N: Remember to like, repost, leave a comment! INTERACT WITH ME PEOPLE!

Minho laughs, ‘yeah, that’ll make them want you.’

[thotforcsy]

white lies

(♡) fandom: skz (♡) pairing: jisung/felix (♡) rating: mature (♡) WIP

THE PROBLEM: Operation Get Jisung A Romantic Friend, a mission that all of his friends at SNU have pledged their hearts to, is turning Jisung's life into a living hell. If he has to go on one more blind date, he's going to fucking scream.

THE SOLUTION: make out like he's already dating someone else. The fake-boyfriend of choice? Lee Felix: cute, plausible enough to be dating and – most importantly – currently studying in Australia where no one from SNU can sniff him out.

Has Jisung talked to Felix since graduation? No. Is Felix aware of the fact that he’s Jisung’s fake-boyfriend? Also no. Will that stop Jisung from telling everyone that he’s dating Felix anyway? Of course not. What’s the worst that could even happen? It’s not like Felix is ever going to find out about any of this, right?

Right?

Shit.

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[chqnified]

Told you Seungmin was on masked singer. Knew it from the first second lmao

[northstories]

SKZ group chat crack:

minchan has a bet going and needs the members to help decide who wins

jilix confirmed yay or nay?

excerpt from my story Naturally now completed on ao3, go check it out ❤️

[myulmahng]

i've been thinking a lot about hyunjin's new haircut and now i'm wondering if it's because he has been so often labelled as the visual and people (including me) love his long hair so much that he wanted to try a much shorter, kind of unconventional or potentially less flattering haircut to see if people actually liked him for him or just for his looks. like how he said his fav part of his aotm was when he was wearing a hat so it blocked out his face and all you could focus on was his dancing.

if this is true, hyunjin i hope you know we all love you unconditionally and that won't change even if/when you change your appearance 💕

[leenaur143]

happy birthday minho, the cutest 🐰🐱 to ever exist

[suengmi]

context: seungmin x afab!reader

genre: bbfs to lovers, romance, smut, slight!humour, angst, mature (my bad)

warnings/other: drug use, alcohol use, unprotected sex, dirty talk, dry humping, slight!exhibitionism, mentions of chan x reader, mentions of minsung, mentions of other members (friendship group), mostly proofread!!

word count: 6k (sorry)

╌ part 1 ╌ part 2

♫ on repeat: shut up and listen - nicholas bonnin x angelicca

(authors note under the cut!)

╌╌╌╌ shock and awe, the peak of the story revealing itself, the conflict. except there were no theatrics and this wasn't a show. this was your own mess and you had to finish it, to come to the conclusion. they were waiting for you, after all.

a/n: this got way more emotional than i intended, the reception i got on the others was so nice!! pls reblog/let me know if you enjoyed this ;; it encourages me to write more and totally makes my day :( but NONE THE LESS ENJOY IM SORRY IT GOT EMOTIONAL N DRAMATIC AAAAAHHH but yeah enjoy some romantic smut and some other nasty powerplay smut lkdlksdlkfj

the cold wind presses against your face, your cheek resting against the side of the car window. it's still cold and still raining every now and then, you loved it. every monumental moment of your life, it had rained. it made you feel cosy, but uncertain. not an unfamiliar feeling.

you take in a deep breath, eyes slowly shutting enjoying the smell of the fresh rain on the road, listening to the patter's along the road.

seungmin quietly moves his hand to your lap, fingers opening slightly as if an invitation. you look back at him, his face contorted in confusion and annoyance. he's arguing with changbin about something, you're not sure who's in the right.

"no, no, it wasn't that!" changbin spits from the front seat, slapping his hand against the steering wheel.

you stare at seungmin, unbothered by what they're arguing about. you decide to gently press your palm against his, sliding your fingers into the crooks of his own. he squeezes back, rubbing the side of your hand with his thumb.

"shut up!" jisung retorts in the seat next to seungmin, his eyes still closed, arms folded across his chest.

after another few cheap shots from both seungmin and changbin, jisung opens his eyes to look over at you.

"please control him," jisung huffs to you in a grumpy tone, gesturing to seungmin, "you're the only one with any sense here, yeesh."

you let out a small laugh,but continue enjoying the feeling of your new found feelings finally being allowed to be free. you look back at jisung to see if he's gone back to sleeping, but he's looking down at you lap, concern on his face.

it's not like you were wanting to hide your new found affection for each other, but you think maybe it's not the right time.

'i just don't think they need to know right now.' seungmin had said the night before, 'you know they'll make fun of us, plus you know what jisung is like.'

you had agreed to what he was saying, turning the phone to your other ear continuing to do your skin care routine.

it was unfortunate you didn't have time to see each other this week. still, you talked on the phone every chance you got. setting boundaries and discussing what would happen between the both of you if something went sour.

you had both joked about the other night, yes, that night, just realising maybe you were both too nervous, too fresh and switching from best friends to lovers was never easy.

seungmin was already aware of your likes and dislikes in bed, always talking at length about hook-ups and what not, laughing about the one time someone went down on you and sneezed. that was always his favourite to hear.

you remember how he had protested at your apprehension in the car, saying he didn't care about the fact that you had your period at all and that he'd dive in head first. you were too overwhelmed at the time to even deconstruct the idea of fucking your best friend. nerves bundling in your chest at how hasty you both were prior. it was exciting though, seeing him in a new light. his bratty and snarky nature soften by the pink hues dancing on his cheeks. someone you knew better then they knew themselves had more to them than you thought.

jisung interrupts the argument still going, "how long?"

-

the holiday home, as always, was welcoming as ever. large dark wooden veranda filled with chairs, a firepit and plants. the air fresh, your mouth wide sucking it into your lungs as you exited the car, stretching so your tummy showed.

"wah!' jisung yells while slapping your tummy, dashing off behind the car not to be seen.

"jisung!" you yelled in protest covering your belly.

seungmin had laughed, opening the boot and beginning to unload it. you notice jisung was still hiding behind the car, his fluffy hair barely visible through the tinted windows. he knows that you'll give it back ten fold if he dare comes near you.

with wide eyes you watch him, planning your next attack but you're met with his face stern and somewhat serious. seungmin just nods at him, looking kind of annoyed. you were unable to hear what he had said, but it didn't look that great from the expression cast down upon seungmins face.

"what was that about?" you ask approaching seungmin, jisung fleeing the scene with his bags.

"uh," seungmin tuts through his teeth, "i'll tell you later."

you follow behind seungmin towards the house, arguing that you can take your own bag. for somebody so lanky and slim he was pretty strong. he just makes a small 'hmph' noise, turning his head to your requests.

it's just the four of you, waiting for the other's to arrive. you decide to unpack your bags alone, heading up the stairs.

the room itself is beautiful, large open windows with sage green curtains pulled back. the bed dark emerald just to match. vines littered across the cornices, draping down to the floor. changbin's family certainly did have money that's for sure. who on earth kept these plants alive?

to your surprise, a pair of hands snake their way around your waist.

you yelp, "seungmin!-"

"shh," he coos, not wanting anyone to hear. you feel his hands snake to your throat, gently resting there but still grabbing firm.

instantly you melt into his touch. you had waited a week for this, to be held by him, to feel his lips against your neck, to feel his body against yours. you feel the way he towers over you, resting his head gently on the top of your head. almost protected, safe.

you feel him breathe lightly against your neck before being met with a sting of pain, his teeth digging into the flesh. he pulls back, kissing the sore spot softly, "is this okay?"

"yeah, yeah." you say already out of breath, chest heaving with laboured breaths. he hasn't even done anything yet and you're already a mess, you feel twinges in your lower stomach, squeezing your legs together.

"you know," he starts, you can sense a smirk on his lips. he moves his mouth to the other side of your neck, biting down just as hard as before, a hiss leaving your lips.

he chuckles, lips dancing their way to the other side of your neck, hand gripping your throat even harder, "i've been thinking about you all week."

the sound of gravel beneath wheels is slight in the distance. he walks you over to the window, making you look down at a four wheel driving arriving, five boys in the car. your friend jeongin's eyes wide taking in the scenery in the front seat. felix, hyunjin and chan seemingly sleeping in the back, minho at the wheel.

seungmin grip tightens on your neck, pushing his hips against your ass, "don't you want them to see?"

"n-no,"

"oh, i know you do." he says in a low tone, the hold on your throat stronger now. "you've fucked chan before, wouldn't he like to see? hmm? your pretty legs spread, cunt wet for everyone to see?"

you scorn at the comment, remembering that it was a drunken mistake a year or so back. it was heat in the moment, the alcohol (or possibly the weed) from last years trip had you dizzy and chan looked good. real good.

instead of melting into his commands, you smile and retort, "you know i'm a top right?"

you're interrupted by sounds of feet on the stairs, seungmin instantly begins scrambling behind you pretending to unpack your luggage.

changbin peers through the door before jolting away, "hey! others are here."

"thanks," you both choke out, looking at the now empty door way.

seungmin points his gaze to you, eyes filled with an emotion you don't think you've ever seen before.

it's a dangerous game you're both playing, especially with seven more eyes ready to notice anything that seemed off. you liked it, and so did he. though you were both still figuring each other out, you know that you were okay with this now. both ready and willing as ever, it was just about who could cave at this point.

-

the fire crackles in front of you, sounds of your drunk friends laughing and reminiscing about school and university.

you look down at your friends, soaking in the friendship you all shared. just to be with them all, no other thoughts than the appreciation of each other and a good time. there were a few disposable camera working their ways around the group. changbin had taken a few low angled double chin shots, he'd be mad about that in the morning.

stuck in your thoughts you notice chan staring at you while heating a marshmallow. a small smile tugs at the sides of his mouth and you return it, as if your eyes say it all.

chan came into your friendship group not long ago, meeting him through an ex of jeongin's. you all became very close in a short amount of time and loved the new addition of your friend group.

he was cute, so damn cute, his bulby nose crinkling anytime he let out a breathy laugh. you thought he was absolutely adorable and loved the way his eyes scrunched, almost disappearing when he smiled.

this exact day last year, sometime in the middle of the night, you remember in your stoned haze that chan had come into your room, gently slipping into the covers without a word. seungmin was passed out on the floor next to you, bottle of water in his hand and bucket next to his head.

"hey," chan had shout-whispered, "are you awake?"

"yeah i'm just... really- fucking- high." you laughed lowly, body flopping over to chan's direction. "the lights are so pretty though," you commented, pointing to the fairy lights.

you felt his eyes on you, so you turned your head to the side, smiling as you're met with his cute eyes squinting from the weed prior. "i think i'm really fucking high too," he giggles, burying his face into the pillow.

he pulled himself up almost comically, "i can't sleep."

"neither," you snort, making the two of you blast into laughter again, seungmin still passed out on the ground, a few missed calls and texts from his partner at the time flashing on his screen. they weren't able to come, you were relieved but weren't sure why.

chan leant onto his arms, still laughing, "hey like, can i kiss you?"

"yeah." you said without hesitation, not even a hint of surprise. you had been flirting the whole night, so you're not entirely surprised. you weren't sure if it was the weed, or the alcohol, or the fact that he just looked so good in this moment, hair messy and drunk eyes staring back at your own.

you smile at him, a calmness washing over you. he's so beautiful.

he whispered something before he pressed his lips against yours, you can't remember what it was. the feeling warm, his round lips gently opening and pressing back again. you tried to be quiet but it didn't matter, moaning against chan's mouth when he slot his hand to your waist, using your hips to guide him while pressing himself on top of you. seungmin was black out drunk, mumbling every now and then, completely missing the moans grunts you shared as chan thrust into you, your hands covering each others mouths as he worked you.

in that morning you awoke to chan, sitting up and staring into space. seungmin no where to be found.

you sit up too, feeling the back of your hair sticking up. "did we?"

"yeah."

you're pulled from your thoughts as seungmin presses a finger to the side of your head, pushing you a little too hard. you scowl at him while raising your fist, threatening him more with every inch you wound up your arm, like a crank. little shit, he was just like a puppy, wanting your attention.

felix and jeongin are sitting by the fire, playing some hand slap game. you can hear felix sigh every now and then, taking another shot at his defeat. he was never good at this game, but he always refused to back down. jeongin was just quicker, much to hyunjins amusement.

changbin laughs before stepping behind you, interrupting the display of aggression. he flops himself around you, hands resting across your chest. the blunt apparent between his fingers.

"i'm so glad we're all here," he giggles, rubbing his chin into your hair. changbin was always a softy, loving any form of physical affection.

"you're high," you laugh, rubbing his large arms in an loving manor. "happy birthday."

you stay like that for a moment, swaying with him to the music, the sound of your friends laughing dancing in your ears.

"mm," changbin mumbles before whipping his attention to seungmin.

his large frame stoops over seungmin, passing him the joint he had been babying for about ten minutes. seungmin takes it from changbin and lights it a few times before taking in a long drag, head resting back on the chair.

"you're single now huh?" changbin questions, plopping down between the two of you.

"hm?" seungmin asks, eyebrows raised.

"i think he's got his eye on someone," jisung interrupts, looking over in your direction as he takes a bottle of beer from the cooler, passing one to hyunjin.

"oh oh oh! who is it?" jeongin butts in, rolling from his position on the ground from the fire to you.

"guys c'mon," minho sighs, trying to deflect the situation. minho had always been like this, he didn't like prying into others peoples lives. "leave him alone."

"no, i wanna know!" jeongin retorts, leaning in closer. felix nods while crawling over with jeongin, eyes wide with curiosity.

seungmin leans forward after taking another hit. he sighs in gest, "you guys really wanna know? like really wanna know?"

felix and jeongin nod ferociously, "yeah yeah!"

seungmin bends down to jeongin, lips pouting in his direction, "it's...it's you baby."

jeongin gasps dramatically, hand on his chest. he stands to his feet, matching eyes with seungmin. "does this- does this mean we can kiss?"

"i've felt this for so long... i can't hold it in any longer." seungmin declares, standing to his feet as well, hands grabbing the sides of jeongin's shoulders. "can i... can i please?"

"kiss me! kiss me now." jeongin shouts as he grabs the sides of his seungmin's cheeks, almost aggressively.

"kiss!" felix half screams, hands clapping at the theatrics display.

within a second, jeongin messily plants a kiss on seungmins lips, no hesitation, the two laughing behind their lips as the group bursts out in woo's and laughter. jeongin pulls back before growling, "i've waited so long to do that,"

before you can enjoy the final act of the show jisung stands to his feet, beer in hand. "it's her."

hyunjin frowns, head turning to the side. suddenly the air is heavy and no one is laughing any more, the low rumble of the bluetooth speaker playing some edm music and fire crackling in the background. confusion is slapped on everyone's faces.

"her." jisung points his bottle at you, tongue in his cheek.

"huh?" you mumble, not following what jisung is saying. he just stares at you, expression blank.

"what he talking about?" chan questions, looking over at you.

minho sighs, head shaking, "dude c'mon-"

jisung steps forwards, "these two are sneaking behind our backs."

chan frowns getting to his feet, and before he can even speak, jisung interrupts, "we all know about you and her chan, not that seungmin remembers."

hyunjin takes a swig of his beer, eyed wide and seemingly dissociating.

"what the fuck is going on?" jeongin voices confusion in his tone.

seungmin looks at jisung calmly, taking a final toke of the blunt in his hand. seungmin knew you slept with chan, so the accusation wasn't anything new, you had told him about it the day after on the way home. he had only laughed, saying he wasn't surprised at the fact that it happened nor that he didn't wake up.

seungmin steps in front of you, as if almost a defence. "what relevance does it have if she slept with chan? what are you getting at?"

"maybe she should learn to close her legs. seems to be making her way around the group."

changbin chimes in, stepping in front of jisung, "chill, you're just drunk."

"dude," minho says standing to confront jisung, placing a hand on his chest gently, "just go inside."

you're frozen, all eyes on you.

you can feel something in your throat, burning on your tongue. the words already feeling like they're slipping. you're about to spill something you shouldn't. that's when it happened, the word vomit spilling over the edges.

you stand to your feet, pushing seungmin aside. "should probably work on closing your legs too, minho seems to be in them enough."

shock and awe, the peak of the story revealing itself, the conflict. except there were no theatrics and this wasn't a show. this was your own mess and you had to finish it, to come to the conclusion. they were waiting for you, after all.

everyone is quiet as jisung quietly walks himself into the house, pushing away changbin and minho in his path, tears forming in his eyes.

laid out on a silver platter, there it was. the secret you had promised not to tell. the one thing jisung asked of you, the one you pinky promised not to, the one he cried to you about days after it happened, worried about the fabric of the group. how he feared it was falling apart because of the lies he was keeping. you knew better, you knew better than to speak this way. it didn't matter that jisung had called you out. this wasn't you, this was fight or flight. and you had chosen wrong.

-

it's around 5am that your eyes flutter awake, moon light barely peaking in the room. seungmin is next to you and as always he's sleeping on his back not moving an inch.

you're tossing up between waking jisung to apologise, or just to leave it. let him process you're fucked up mistake. no one had said a word after you had dropped that bomb, everyone had stood up in silence, picking up a few beers walking back inside.

you felt unwelcome, unwelcome in the space that you all had created and all it took was a sentence to ruin it, from you.

you lean forwards to press a gentle kiss on seungmin's cheek, he stirs and makes a small sound but doesn't wake. fucking weed dry mouth, you complain to yourself, quietly getting out of bed and walking down the stairs.

you're met with a pair of eyes, minhos. seems he had the same idea.

"hey," he says staring off into space.

"hey." you say back, voice still groggy from sleep. you walk to fridge and take out a bottle of water. nothing is said as you sit across from him, his eyes trained on the empty fruit bowl in front of him.

"it was bound to come out sooner or later," minho says as a matter of fact, taking another sip.

you laugh lightly, taking in a sharp breath, "which secret?"

he shrugs, "pick one, we all have them."

his words are true, but an unfair lightness is in them. you don't deserve that. you don't deserve the niceness he's giving you, but minho was always kind, reserved with what he said and when he spoke he always had reason to. "he was wrong you know, but so were you."

"yeeep." you nod, placing emphasis on the p. "not wrong there."

minho looks over to you, kindness in his eyes, "if you're happy with seungmin, i'm happy for you."

"ah," you begin, stretching your back, "its fresh but, it feels right."

"who caved first?" minho questions, tucking his hair behind his ear.

you frown, scratching at a piece of tile on the kitchen counter. "what do you mean?"

"it was you, wasn't it?" he smiles, cheeky expression on his face. "of course it was you."

"yeeeeah," you let out a breath.

"but..." he pauses, "are you happy?" there is a genuine concern in his voice, no judgement, just an open heart.

without hesitation you nod, taking another sip of water. "what about you? are you happy?"

minho smiles, fondness in his eyes, "yeah, yeah i am."

after moment of silence you let out a long sigh, still trying to wrap your head around what was happening. minho seems to notice.

"c'mere." he says reaching out his arms. you walk over to him, sulkily dragging your feet as he embraces you.

"i'm sorry," you mumble into his chest, arms wrapping around his waist.

he says nothing but kisses you on the top of your head, rubbing your back. you both talk briefly about how it happened, what started it and the awkward attempt you had at your first time. he returns the same energy, joking about jisung and how anxious he was trying to initiate. after a long talk, you notice the slight sign of light. you both decide to go back to bed, drinking the last of your waters.

"you'll be okay," minho says squeezing your hand gently before walking up the stairs. "just talk to him in the morning, you know what he's like when he drinks."

you return a light smile, grateful for his kindness in the time where you didn't feel like you deserved it.

-

after taking a minute to process, you tip toe up stairs, carefully slipping yourself back into bed. your head heavy on the pillow as you scooch closer to seungmin. you let out a long sigh, melding your body into his. this seems to wake him a bit as he turns his body to you, eyes fluttering open the tiniest bit. he raises his brows as an attempt to open his eye wider.

"sleep." you say quietly, moving your hands under the blanket to slip into his. he happily accepts your hand, bringing it to rest on his hip. you think he's going to sleep soon, but he brings his free hand up to his lips, index finger pressing against his lips making a shh noise.

your heart thumps abruptly, almost slurping you. you open your mouth to say something, you're not sure what.

it feels like everything is slipping into place in this moment. the sound of rain beginning enters your ears, banging against the window. it's heavy but soothing. it always was.

seungmin sleepily stares at you, but says nothing. as if adoring you like this. taking in everything about you in this moment, your hair sticking in all places, your eyes slightly swollen from the sleep and probably the crying. he loves you, he always had and he doesn't need to say it. you can see it in his eyes. the way they search your face, as if trying to put his finger on what you were thinking.

when you had both moved upstairs after last night's scene, you had ended up sitting in the shower. tears slipping down your cheeks as you attempted to wash yourself, your tiny sobs echoing off the bathroom walls. knowing you need to get out soon, the water was getting cold after all, you stand to your feet, wobbly from your state. it could have been the weed or alcohol too, you weren't sure.

seungmin had opened the door, closing it just as gently as he opened it. all you had heard was the faint sounds of the clothes hitting the ground.

he calmly stepped into the shower, body naked before you. you looked up at him, feeling like a drowned rat feeling sorry for itself. his eyes worked over you, taking in the display before him.

"it's okay." was all he said before gently turning you around, his hands worming his way around your waist. he pressed a gentle long kiss to your shoulder, "it's okay." he repeated, reassuring you that you were safe.

with that touch your sobs got loud again, your hands pressed themselves to your face, as if hiding yourself from him.

how seungmin was always calm in these situations you'll never know. you were messy, uncalculated and quick to act. while he was reserved, thoughtful but sometimes maybe too much. a perfect match in your mind, making more sense the more you think about it.

when you turned to look at him, he doesn't have any anger in his face or disappointment, just a calm worry, "want me to wash your hair?"

you nod, taking in your last breathy sob. you didn't talk too much about it, but seungmin wasn't angry at you at all. if anything you and jisung were on even grounds now. him revealing what jisung had said to him prior at the car. 'you're lying to us, i know you've got something going on. don't fuck with the fabric of the group. it's dangerous.'

you had scoffed, saying how he was doing the same thing. now it seemed seungmin had a point. he was okay with the fact that you hadn't told him about minho and jisung, knowing that you promised to keep the secret for them, as he'd expect you to do for him. it was 'hypocritical for him to say those things' seungmin had said and he was right, he was always right.

a thunder rumbles in your ears, making the windows shake.

you feel seungmin's hand pull yours to behind his back as he rolls his to face you, his other hand resting itself on your hip. he slips his fingers into the waist band of your undies, beginning to knead your flesh.

his breath seems heavy now, his eyes a little more awake. as if fog clouding your mind you don't seem to be able to think straight, you can't form any thoughts. just wanting to be swallowed by this moment, swallow by him.

with no words spoken between the two of you, you lean your body against his more, your chest resting against his own. he begins angling himself to slot his leg between yours, his clothed cock gently pressing against your core.

you let out a sharp breath, relishing in the feeling pooling in you. you notice as he gently starts moving his hips against yours, angling his face lower to rest his forehead against your own.

a gentle gasp leaves your lips, eyes fluttering with the gentle pressure he's making with his hips against your own. you can feel him against you, his dick hardening with every movement against you.

the kiss he pressed on your lips as soft, lips gently parting and sliding so lightly against your own. they fit perfectly, the movement of your own matching his.

this is what you had been waiting for, this moment, no dramatic performance of a power play, no seeing who would take the lead. you were on even grounds, both playing the main part.

you're lost in him, lost in the feeling of him against you, swimming in the daze of what's happening. he pulls back for a moment, hips pausing as he slowly lifts up your shirt, revealing your breasts. he leans down to kiss them gently, tongue lapping up all of your skin.

moans are in the air, your own and his included. he makes a mess of your chest, sucking red spots into your skin. he remembers how you enjoyed being marked, being made to be someone else's. but you were his now, only his, and he wanted to let it be shown.

"seung-"

"shh." he coos, bringing his face back to yours. you nod at him, bottom lip between your teeth.

it's the final time either of you speak for a bit, hands exploring each others bodies, enjoying the warmth of each others skin. the sound of the rain messing into your groans. nothing is rushed, your kisses are slow and deep, making sure to taste each other completely.

your leg swings around his hip to straddle him, gently nestling your crotch on his own. he takes in the sight in front of him, hands resting on the place where your undies melded into your hips. slowly, you place pressure on him, hips gently rutting against his own. he pulls in sharp breath, fingers digging into you just a bit more.

"fuck-" he blurts out, head falling back.

you pull on his jaw to look you and copy his previous move, the index finger on your free hand moving to your lips. shh you mouth, and he nods, pleading eyes staring back at you. you could have stayed like this forever.

nothing could have explained the expression on seungmin's face when you crawled yourself backwards on your knees a bit, making room to free him from his boxers. he jolts as the sensation, watching your every move as you move your panties to the side, aligning yourself with his cock. you move it along your folds a few times, making sure to coat every inch of him with your wetness.

moans hit the walls as you situate yourself on his cock, easily slipping in from how eager you were.

you let out a gentle hum, taking in the feeling of fullness in your walls. your hips, having a mind of their own, start to rock backwards an forwards, his hands on your hips assisting you with your movement.

before you can quicken your pace he sits upward, wrapping his long arms around your waist. his head resting in the crook of your neck, lazily pressing kisses along the way to your lips.

your hands find their way to the back of his neck, winding into the soft strands of his hair. he looks up at you, as if his eyes are telling you they loved you.

this time, your eyes are stationed on him as you begin to rock your hips again, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in him, mouths completely smeared with each others juices. neither of your cared, nothing else was on your mind this feeling you were sharing.

to your surprise tears begin to well at the bottom of his eyes. his thrusts come to a stop. he tries to hide but you nudge your forehead against his, halting your hips.

"hey, hey, you okay?" you speak gently, pressing a kiss on his temple.

he lets out a light scoff, eyes looking up at you. "no talking, remember?"

gently you smile at him, taking his cheeks in your hands.

seungmin knows it's time to say this, the feeling bubbling in his chest overwhelming him every second that passed.

"i love you so much."

you're not surprised by his confession, you had said it countless times to each other but this was different. it wasn't friendly, it wasn't uneasy, it was pure genuine emotion, the first time in your life where you felt like somebody said it and meant it.

"i love you." you say back easily, like the words were meant to be said. he rests his forehead against your lips, soaking in the words you had said. you're swimming in him, his raw emotions making you fall even deeper in love with him.

after a minute or so, he looks up at you, his eyes wide and asking for permission to start again. you nod, beginning to move your hips.

it's slow and fuck it feels so good, you feel as though you can't get enough and never will, you don't ever want to leave this bed. everything was overwhelming you, his touches, his lips, his sounds.

one of his hands removes themselves from your waist, two of his fingers travel down swiftly pressing down onto your clit. you jolt at the sudden touch, legs clenching around him. his fingers press hard, slowly moving in circles.

nothing makes sense, your mind going blank being filled with pressure. his fingers matching with his thrusts are sending you over the edge. after a while you're getting close, your walls clenching around him as he continues his circles on you, his cock thrusting into you so deeply.

you can feel you're coming to your peak, your hands gripping the back of his hair aggressively, finding purchase on anything you can.

it hits you like a wave, sparks of white washing over your whole body. the tingles rippling up and down your core, your walls engulfing him even tighter. he doesn't stop, continuing his thrusts at a slightly faster pace while letting you ride your high. your eyes are squeezed shut, mouth hanging open letting out a high pitched moan, cussing at the feeling.

a soft smile is on his face as he slows his fingers, pleased with the sounds that you're making.

when you come back to yours senses just tiny bit, you release the aggressive hold on his hair. the kiss you share is sweet but rushed, an urgency in your touch to get closer to him in any way possible.

"cum in me." you speak against his lips almost a whisper, turning your head to get a better angle. "please... i need you."

it takes him no time to disagree, his hands immediately coming to your sides as they push you onto your back. he pulls your legs around his waist and leans his arms beside your head, his lips marking any piece of skin he could find in the process.

you're so full, your walls still sensitive from your prior orgasm. the overstimulation from his cock beginning to thrust into you again almost sends you into a spiral, your hands wrap around his back pulling him closer to you. you can tell he's close, his thrusts are shallowing and faster paced, his moans and grunts louder in your ears.

his lips come to your own as he approaches his high, messily pressing into yours. you open your mouth as he bites on your bottom lip, almost drawing blood as he empties himself in you.

still riding out his high, he thrusts a few times with no rhythm, his lower body twitching with the feelings running along his body.

your chests press together as he brings himself up to look at you, his hands pushing your sweaty hair back out of your face, just to admire the way you looked. pink blotchy and messy, just how he liked you. you stay like this for a bit, seungmin peppering kisses all over your chest and jaw.

the two of you match eyes, sexual tension finally cut with that damn knife.

instantly you both snigger, bursting into a fit of laughter.

"holy shit." seungmin exclaims through a laugh.

you enjoy the sudden burst of laughter, almost shocked at what had just happened but damn, it was a long time coming.

"that was-"

"yeah... it was."

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the sound of knocking enters your ears as you awoke to an empty bed, quickly sitting up while covering your chest. you remember you still have one night to go, to sort out this mess.

"eh?!" you yelled, situating yourself in the bed properly.

"it's me." a gentle voice says through the door. it's jisung.

you slam your forehead in your hand, forgetting for a moment the events prior. you groan, hastily pressing down your hair. "i'm kinda naked but... come in."

when jisung steps in you notice the wounded expression on his face, his face puffy from sleep. he tip toes over to the bed hesitantly, fingers barely peaking out from his sweater.

"can i just?" he mumbles, stretching out his arms.

you nod, opening your arms to him.

he jolts into your arms, pressing himself into your chest barely covered by the sheet. "i'm sorry."

"no, i'm sorry."

the two of you speak about what happened, how he felt so angry that you blurted his secret out when he wasn't ready for it to be told, but he felt so bad for making a big deal out of you and seungmin, knowing it was hypocritical for him to do so. he knows he should have talked to you about it instead of shooting first. i should have trusted you. he had said, but you both just wanted this to be over, both feeling emotional at the display that happened.

you both apologised once more pulling him into a hug.

"i'm hungry now." he had said after calming down.

"me too."

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the rain had began once again, the weather was too harsh to have your last night outside. but that was okay, laughter rang in the air as you had pushed felix onto the ground, threatening him with a lipstick. jeongin was egging you on, completely disregarding felix's dignity.

"i'm gonna do it!" you threaten, straddling felix's waist.

"i didn't even lose!" he had yelled in protest, legs flailing beneath you.

hyunjin scoffs, "uh you totally did."

"we could all see!" chan retorts, flailing his beer in the air.

in fact he did lose, felix was always bad at poker. never once had he won, always saying that others were cheating. a sulky loser he was, throwing a fit anytime jeongin had beat him earlier in the night.

"help me out here." you say over to changbin, your arms struggling while pushing felix down. changbin obliges, chuckling as he pushes felix down further.

seungmin was watching you with crescent eyes, enjoying the sight before him. "babe, make sure you get his teeth too."

"roger." you agree, popping open the lipstick.

jisung sat down next to seungmin, handing him a beer.

"babe?" jisung questions with his brows raised, popping the top of his drink.

seungmin laughs, nudging jisung to the side. "shut up,"

everyone watched as you messily applied the dark red lipstick all over felix's lips, changbin's grip too strong for him to move more than a centimetre.

your gaze whips to seungmin, "good enough?"

"hmm," seungmin stands, fingers on his chin in thought. "little more on the side, gimme."

felix screams in a high pitch at seungmin, already assaulted with the lipstick enough.

you watch it happen, loving the way seungmin is concentrating as hard as he ever had.

"gorgeous!" you say relishing in the beautiful boy beneath you.

seungmin smiles, sitting back to admire his masterpiece. "stunning."

here it finally is, the conclusion revealing itself, the end of the final act.

it was simple really. it just took you a while to figure everything out. all these last seven years. this was where you were meant to be, here with your best friends doing dumb shit that you always did. it was home, they were home, they were family. and you wouldn't change a damn thing.

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a/n:.....damn how'd that happen, i was supposed to sleep like 3 hours ago... anyways i hope you enjoyed!! this took me a while to write because i was so busy with work, but im planning on doing an epilogue???? maybe???? anyways LMK IF U LIKED &lt;;33

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Fav skz moments // Seungmin and JYP &lt;3<3