#straykidsimagines

[hazeracha]

• // Back to normal // •

pairing // seungmin x reader

summary // seungmin was never good at sharing how he feels but when he needs you, you will always be there for him.

warning // blonde seungmin ( yes that’s a warning ), fluff, crying

wc: 1.3k

A/N this kim seungmin literally has me in a chokehold <3

You had just finished work and threw your bag onto the couch. You put on some comfy clothes consisting of a pair of joggies and your boyfriend's hoodie, that you're pretty sure he forgot you had. Settling down on the couch you pulled your laptop from your bag to finish sending off some emails.

Seungmo 🐶 : How was work?

A notification appeared on your phone, and a large smile appeared on your face. You hadn’t received a message from him in a couple of days, which was nothing out of the ordinary as you knew his schedule was packed.

Y/N : Yeah it was fine, I just got home and I’m sending off some emails.

I’ll probably go to bed soon, how was your day minnie?

Seungmo 🐶 : Fine…

Y/N : Just fine?

no complaints about how loud Changbin was being…

or how clingy Chan was?

or even something about how good your vocal lesson was?

Seungmo 🐶 : no I spent today practising on my own…

and my vocal lesson was horrible, I couldn’t hit any notes my teacher was giving me.

so no, none of that today.

sorry do disappoint Y/N.

Y/N : Minnie, I’m coming over. I’ll be there in 15 mins.

Seungmo 🐶 : please come quick, I don’t want to be alone.

You ran out of your door grabbing your car keys on the way out and headed towards the boy's dorm.

Once you arrived you immediately made your way to his room. The lights were off and you could just make out his figure, he was sitting in the corner of the room on his bed. Flipping on the light switch you were met with two bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

His body jolted as the light switched on, and as soon as your eyes met he jumped off the bed and into your arms. His body shook as he cried into your chest. You rubbed small circles on his back feeling the soft fabric of the jumper he was wearing under your fingertips. You slowly let your hand run up his back and stop at the damp strands of hair that rested on the back of his neck, stroking the soft strands at the back of his head.

“Baby your hairs still wet?” You spoke as you kissed the top of his head.

“I know I went for a shower and then I just - I don’t know. I - I was thinking too much and I just broke down” he spoke in between muffled sobs.

You took his hands in yours and led him over to the bed. Once you had lay down you opened your arms inviting Seungmin into your warm and comforting embrace. He crawled in between your legs and buried his head into your stomach. His hands found comfort under his your jumper and he gripped your waist tightly. His grip was so strong that you're pretty sure there would be bruises left there tomorrow morning.

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

His head shook against your stomach, soft sniffles could still be heard but he was now a lot calmer than when you first found him. He lifted his head slowly to look at you and gave you a small and weak smile. It was his way of trying to reassure you that he was okay, even if he didn’t want to talk about it. Placing one finger under his chin you pulled him closer to you, leaning in a stealing a kiss from his soft lips.

“I’m sorry, I’m such a mess right now” he quickly rambled as he sat up from between your legs. “Oh Baby, I’m so sorry I got your jumper wet” he continued as he looked down at the jumper you were wearing. You didn’t know if it was from his damp hair, his tears or a mixture of both.

“Don’t apologise, please never apologise for being upset or letting out your emotions. Plus it's your jumper anyways so you should really be apologising to yourself.”

“I knew that jumper looked familiar” he laughed.

“I missed that smile” you said cupping his face with your hands and wiping his round cheeks with your thumbs to get rid of the tears that stained his face. “Now come on, let me dry your hair.”

You stood in front of the small desk that was positioned in front of his window, waiting for Seungmin to sit down on the chair. You stood in front of Seungmin with your body in between his legs and started to dry his hair.

You loved his long hair, the way it framed his face and how the dirty blonde complimented his olive-toned skin perfectly, and let's not forget to mention how his long hair provided you with one more thing to grip onto when he was fu-

“Baby? Can we go straight to bed after this? I’m tired and the way you're running your hands through my hair right now is making me even more sleepy.”

“Of course Minnie, I’m nearly finished” you replied.

As you were finishing up drying his hair Seungmin had a firm grip on your thighs. His hands ran up and down as well as his thumbs drawing small circles. At one point he even began kneading the back of your thighs through your joggies just below your ass. You knew it was his way of distracting himself from his thoughts. But you just couldn’t stop the shiver that ran up your spine or the way it made your heart beat out of your chest.

“Okay, you're done. Go and get ready for bed and we can cuddle.”

He stood up from the chair letting his hand hover on your waist as he let his hand trail from your back to your stomach as he moved past you to go to the bathroom.

After a few minutes, he came back into his room with a hoodie in his arms. He handed it to you so that you could change, and get rid of the damp material that clung to your skin. You both got into his bed and he cuddled you once again. Seungmin lay behind you with one arm laid straight out for your head to rest on and the other draped over your waist. One of his large hands rested on your stomach as he pressed a kiss to your neck that was exposed from the collar of the hoodie.

You played with his fingers and lightly trailed your index finger along the veins on his arm that were sticking out slightly probably due to the warmth of his room.

“I’ve taken the day off work tomorrow so I can come with you to practice.”

“What! When did you do that? You don’t have any clothes with you.”

“I did it when you went to the bathroom, I want to spend the day with you. Plus that guy I told you about at work pissed me off today and I really do not want to deal with him tomorrow and I’m sure you won’t mind letting me borrow your clothes.”

“I swear if he ever comes near you when I’m there I’m going to kick him so hard that it will end his future bloodline,” he huffed as his voice raised in volume the more angry he got. “But of course sweetheart, I love it when you wear my clothes,” he spoke this time his voice a lot calmer.

You laughed at his comment and the change in his tone as you held his hand and kissed the back of it. Your Seungmin was definitely back to normal and was behaving like his normal mischievous but endearing self. You were happy that you were able to help him in his times of need and that he knew you were someone he could lean on.

Finally, you closed your eyes you fell asleep to the quiet breathing of your boyfriend in his warm and loving embrace.

© byeguyshiladies04 2024

[tosomeonessomeone]

sunshine.

words・5.5k /pairings・Chanbin x reader / genres・fluff, angst / warnings・ mentions of depression.

You've been friends with Chanbin from Stray Kids for quite a while now. Your paths crossed unexpectedly, intertwining your lives in a beautiful symphony of friendship and shared passion. You, a renowned photographer, capturing moments frozen in time, and him, a charismatic KPop idol, captivating hearts with his mesmerizing talent.

Through late-night conversations and spontaneous adventures, you discovered the beauty of friendship in its purest form - a bond forged in the crucible of shared experiences and unwavering trust. Whether it was exploring hidden gems in the city or simply basking in the quiet moments of companionship, you and Chanbin found refuge in each other's company, a sanctuary amidst the chaos of fame and recognition.

As the years passed and your careers soared to new heights, the foundation of your friendship remained unshakeable, a constant reminder of the power of connection in a world driven by superficiality. And as you stood side by side, gazing at the horizon of endless possibilities, you knew that no matter where life's journey took you, Chanbin would always be more than just a friend - he would be a beacon of light guiding you through the darkest of nights, a testament to the enduring power of friendship in the ever-changing landscape of fame and fortune.

*days full of laughter*

As you walk into the cozy café, the familiar sight of Chanbin greets you with a warm smile. He waves you over to the corner booth, where he's already seated, a cup of steaming coffee in hand.

"Hey, [Your Name], So glad you could make it," Chanbin exclaims, his eyes lighting up with genuine excitement.

"Hi, Chanbin! Wouldn't miss it for the world," you reply, sliding into the seat opposite him.

The air fills with laughter as memories flood back, reminding you of all the times Chanbin was there for you through thick and thin.

"So, what's new with you?" Chanbin asks, leaning in with genuine interest.

You chuckle, knowing there's always something interesting to share when Chanbin's around. "Oh, you know, the usual. Just wrapped up a big photoshoot downtown. It was intense, but we got some incredible shots."

Chanbin's eyes widen with curiosity. "I bet! Your work is always top-notch. Any sneak peeks you can show me?"

You reach for your phone, scrolling through the gallery until you find the perfect shot. "Here you go! Check this out. I managed to capture the essence of the city at sunset. It's like magic."

Chanbin's expression lights up as he studies the photo, nodding in approval. "Wow, that's amazing! You've really outdone yourself this time."

The conversation flows effortlessly as you reminisce about past adventures and shared experiences. Each anecdote brings a wave of laughter, filling the air with an infectious energy that's impossible to resist.

Suddenly, Chanbin's phone buzzes with a notification, and he lets out a laugh as he reads the message. "Oh man, you won't believe what just happened. Remember that time we got lost trying to find that hidden karaoke bar?"

You burst into laughter, the memory flooding back in vivid detail. "How could I forget? We wandered around for hours, only to end up singing our hearts out in that tiny little room."

Chanbin grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Good times, Sunshine. Good times."

As the afternoon stretches into evening, you realize just how lucky you are to have Chanbin by your side. Through the laughter and the tears, the highs and the lows, he's always been there for you, a constant source of joy and inspiration.

And as you raise your glasses in a toast to friendship, you know that no matter what the future holds, Chanbin will always be more than just a friend – he'll be family.

*days where he felt overwhelmed*

As you open the door to your house, you're met with the sight of Chanbin standing on your doorstep, his shoulders slumped and his expression weary. You can see the weight of his hectic schedule written across his face, and it breaks your heart to see him so overwhelmed.

"Hey, Binnie," you say softly, stepping aside to let him in. "Come on in. I'm glad you're here."

Chanbin offers a tired smile as he steps into the warmth of your home. "Thanks, Sunshine. Sorry for showing up unannounced. I just needed to get away from everything for a bit."

You shake your head, understanding flooding your heart. "No need to apologize. You're always welcome here. Let's get you settled."

As you lead Chanbin to the living room, you can see the tension slowly melting away from his features. He sinks into the couch with a grateful sigh, his exhaustion evident in every line of his body.

"So, how's everything going?" you ask gently, taking a seat beside him.

Chanbin lets out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Honestly, it's been crazy. Between rehearsals, interviews, and all the other stuff going on, I feel like I'm drowning in my own schedule."

Your heart goes out to him, knowing how hard he works to pursue his passion. "I can't even imagine. But hey, you're not alone in this. I'm here for you, okay?"

Chanbin's eyes meet yours, gratitude shining in their depths. "Thanks, Sunshine. I really appreciate it."

Determined to lighten the mood, you rack your brain for something to lift Chanbin's spirits. Suddenly, an idea strikes you.

"How about we forget about schedules and responsibilities for a while?" you suggest, a spark of excitement igniting within you. "Let's order some takeout, binge-watch your favorite K-drama, and just relax."

A hint of a smile tugs at the corners of Chanbin's lips. "That sounds amazing, actually. I could definitely use a break."

Together, you order food and settle in for a cozy evening of laughter and relaxation. As the hours pass, the weight of Chanbin's worries seems to fade away, replaced by the simple joy of being in the moment with a friend.

As you bid Chanbin goodbye later that evening, you can see a lightness in his step that wasn't there before. And as you watch him disappear into the night, you know that no matter what challenges lie ahead, you'll always be there to support him, one Netflix binge at a time.

*days with subtle confessions*

As you and Chanbin sit on the bench, the evening breeze carries a sense of calmness, wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. The sun's golden rays cast a warm glow over the serene lake, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink.

"You know, moments like these make all the chaos in the world seem insignificant," Chanbin muses, his gaze fixed on the tranquil waters.

You nod in agreement, feeling a surge of gratitude for the simplicity of the moment. "Absolutely. It's moments like these that remind us of what truly matters."

There's a pause in the conversation, a fleeting moment of silence that speaks volumes. In the stillness of the evening, you feel a tug at your heartstrings, an unspoken connection that binds you to Chanbin in ways words could never express.

As you watch the sun dip lower on the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape, Chanbin turns to you, his eyes reflecting the fading light.

"[Your name], I've always felt... at ease when I'm with you," he says softly, his words carrying a weight that lingers in the air.

You meet his gaze, feeling a rush of emotions welling up inside you. In that moment, it's as if time stands still, suspended in the space between heartbeats.

"I know what you mean." you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. "Being with you... it just feels right."

A gentle smile spreads across Chanbin's face, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that exists between you. In the quiet intimacy of the evening, your unspoken confession hangs in the air, unnoticed by the world around you but felt deeply in the depths of your souls.

And as you sit together, basking in the fading light of the day, you know that some truths are best left unsaid, hidden in the subtle nuances of a shared moment that speaks volumes without uttering a single word.

*days where you would give in his wishes* 

Chanbin bursts into your living room with an exuberant grin, a gym bag slung over his shoulder. "Hey there, Sunshine! Ready for a workout?"

You stare at him in disbelief, your mind still groggy from the early hour. "Chanbin, are you serious? It's 8 a.m."

He waves off your protests with a playful smirk. "Come on! It'll be fun, I promise. Plus, it's a great way to start the day."

You sigh, knowing there's no arguing with Chanbin when he's set his mind to something. "Fine, but only because you're so persistent."

With a triumphant grin, Chanbin leads the way out the door, his energy infectious even in the early hours of the morning.

As you step into the gym, the sound of weights clanging and music blaring assaults your senses. Chanbin seems right at home, chatting with the regulars and setting up equipment with practiced ease.

You hang back, feeling out of place amidst the sea of toned bodies and bustling activity. But as you watch Chanbin move with grace and determination, a warmth fills your heart.

"Come here, [Your name]. Let's start with some light stretching," Chanbin calls out, beckoning you over to join him.

Reluctantly, you follow his lead, the movements feeling awkward and unfamiliar at first. But as Chanbin guides you through the exercises, his touch gentle and reassuring, you begin to relax into the rhythm of the workout.

With each stretch and lift, you feel your muscles awaken, a sense of strength and vitality coursing through your veins. And as you steal glances at Chanbin, his determination and passion evident in every movement, you realize something surprising.

You're actually enjoying yourself.

As the workout comes to an end, you're surprised to find yourself feeling invigorated and alive, the rush of endorphins leaving you buzzing with energy.

"See? I told you it would be fun," Chanbin says, his smile wide and infectious.

You can't help but return his grin, feeling a sense of gratitude for his unwavering enthusiasm and encouragement.

"Thanks, Binnie. I needed that more than I realized," you admit, your voice filled with sincerity.

Chanbin's smile softens, a warmth in his eyes that speaks volumes. "Anytime, Sunshine. You know I'll always be here to drag you to the gym kicking and screaming if I have to."

As you and Chanbin head home, the sun rising in the sky and the world coming alive around you, you can't help but feel grateful for the unexpected moments of joy and connection that he brings into your life.

*days like shit that end up good*

You trudge through the door, the weight of the day's failures heavy on your shoulders. The failed photoshoot, the malfunctioning camera, and the lingering feeling of inadequacy weigh on your mind like a suffocating blanket.

Just as you're about to sink onto the couch, you freeze in your tracks. There, in the dimly lit room, stands Chanbin, a small cake adorned with flickering candles in his hands.

"Surprise!" he exclaims, his voice filled with genuine excitement.

You blink in disbelief, your tired mind struggling to process the unexpected sight before you. "Chanbin, what... what's all this?"

Chanbin's smile widens, his eyes alight with mischief. "Well, I know you're not a big fan of birthdays, but I couldn't let the day pass without doing something special for you."

Your heart swells with gratitude, a warm feeling spreading through your chest despite the heaviness of the day. "Chanbin, I... I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, [Your name].  Just blow out the candles and make a wish," Chanbin urges, his voice gentle yet firm.

Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes and make a silent wish, your heart whispering words of hope and renewal.

As you blow out the candles, Chanbin begins to sing, his voice filling the room with warmth and melody. The familiar tune of "Happy Birthday" washes over you like a soothing balm, easing the tension that has gripped your soul all day.

When he finishes singing, you open your eyes to find Chanbin's gaze fixed on you, his expression filled with a mixture of tenderness and affection.

"Thank you, Chanbin. This... this means more to me than you'll ever know," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chanbin smiles, a softness in his eyes that speaks volumes. "Anytime, Sunshine. I know today wasn't the best, but I wanted to remind you that even on your worst days, you're loved and cherished."

Touched by his words, you feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. In that moment, surrounded by flickering candlelight and the gentle hum of friendship, you realize that even in the darkest of times, there are rays of light to guide you home.

As you and Chanbin share the cake, laughter and warmth filling the room, you know that no matter what challenges lie ahead, you'll always have a friend who's willing to go the extra mile to make your world a little brighter.

*days when he would accept any thing you had in mind*

You pull out your phone, your fingers trembling slightly with anticipation as you dial Chanbin's number. After a few rings, he picks up, his voice warm and familiar on the other end of the line.

"Hey, Sunshine! What's up?" Chanbin greets you, his tone filled with genuine curiosity.

"Hey, Binnie! I have an idea I want to run by you," you reply, your excitement bubbling over despite your attempt to sound casual.

"Sure, shoot! What's on your mind?" Chanbin asks, his interest piqued.

"I was thinking... how about we do a photoshoot together?" you suggest, your voice tinged with excitement.

Chanbin's silence on the other end of the line is palpable, and for a moment, you worry that you've overstepped.

"A photoshoot? Like, in a studio?" Chanbin finally responds, his tone laced with curiosity.

You shake your head, even though he can't see you. "No, nothing like that. I was thinking more along the lines of capturing everyday moments, you know? Just you being you, doing normal things."

There's a pause as Chanbin considers your proposal, and for a moment, you hold your breath, waiting for his response.

"Oh, I love that idea," Chanbin says, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "It sounds like a refreshing change from the usual studio shoots."

Relief floods through you, a smile spreading across your face at his enthusiastic response. "Awesome! I was hoping you'd be up for it. When do you think you'll be free?"

Chanbin checks his schedule, the sound of shuffling papers faintly audible over the phone. "How about this weekend? I'm pretty free then. We can pick a few locations around the city and just go with the flow."

"Sounds perfect," you agree, your excitement building with each passing moment. "I can't wait to capture some amazing shots of you, Binnie."

"Likewise, Sunshine. It's gonna be a blast," Chanbin replies, his voice filled with anticipation.

*days where you had to be strong for him*

You find Chanbin sitting on the couch, his phone clutched tightly in his hand, his expression a mixture of frustration and sadness. As you approach him, you can see the tension radiating off him in waves.

"Hey, Binnie, what's going on?" you ask gently, taking a seat beside him.

Chanbin lets out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping with the weight of the world. "It's these hate comments, Sunshine. They just... they get to me sometimes."

Your heart sinks at the pain evident in his voice. You reach out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "I'm sorry, Binnie. I know how hurtful those can be."

Chanbin shakes his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "I try not to let them get to me, but sometimes... it's like they're impossible to ignore. They make me doubt myself, doubt my worth as an artist."

You squeeze his arm gently, offering a silent gesture of support. "You're not alone. We all have moments of doubt. But remember, those comments don't define you. You're talented, passionate, and loved by so many."

Chanbin meets your gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and pain. "Thanks, Sunshine. I needed to hear that."

As the evening wears on, Chanbin's frustration boils over, his voice tinged with anger and indignation. "Why do people have to be so cruel? What gives them the right to tear someone down like that?"

You listen quietly, letting him vent his frustrations, knowing that sometimes the best way to heal is to let the pain out.

But as the minutes pass, Chanbin's anger gives way to a profound sense of sadness, his voice trembling with emotion. "I just... I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this. It feels like no matter how hard I try, there's always someone out there ready to knock me down."

Your heart breaks for him, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes, the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders.

"You're stronger than you know, Binnie," you say softly, your voice filled with conviction. "You've overcome so much already, and you'll continue to rise above the hate. You're not alone in this, remember that."

Chanbin leans into your embrace, his body trembling with the weight of his emotions. "Thank you, Sunshine. I don't know what I'd do without you."

You hold him close, feeling the warmth of his presence, the strength of your bond. In that moment, you know that no matter what challenges lie ahead, you'll face them together, hand in hand, heart to heart. And in that simple truth, you find solace, hope, and the unwavering power of love.

*and days like today where he was your rock*

Dark clouds loomed overhead, mirroring the tumultuous storm raging within you. The weight of depression pressed down on your shoulders, suffocating you with its relentless grip. Each breath felt like a struggle, each moment a battle against the darkness threatening to consume you whole.

Your phone rang, piercing through the silence of your desolate room. With trembling hands, you answered, only to hear the worried voice of Chanbin on the other end. His concern was palpable, their words a lifeline in the sea of despair.

“[Your name], I'm worried about you. We know things have been tough lately," He says, voice laced with genuine concern.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to find the words to respond. The weight of their worry only served to deepen the chasm of loneliness swallowing you whole.

But then, amidst the darkness, his voice cut through the despair like a beacon of light. "Hey, I'm coming over."

Chanbin. The mere mention of his name stirred something within you, a glimmer of hope in the midst of despair. You knew he was the one person who could understand, who could offer solace in your darkest hour.

As you waited, the rain began to fall in torrents, a relentless deluge that mirrored the storm raging within your soul. Each drop felt like a reminder of the tears you couldn't shed, the pain you couldn't escape.

The relentless drumming of rain against the windowpane echoed the tumultuous rhythm of your own heart. Each drop seemed to carry the weight of your sorrows, a relentless downpour of emotion cascading down upon you.

An inexplicable urge tugged at your soul, drawing you toward the terrace like a moth to a flame. With each step, the sound of rain grew louder, drowning out the cacophony of thoughts swirling within your mind.

Stepping out into the deluge, you were greeted by a torrential downpour that enveloped you in its embrace. Raindrops cascaded down your skin, mingling with the tears that streamed down your cheeks, until you could no longer distinguish between the two.

And as the storm raged on, you stood tall upon the terrace, a solitary figure amidst the chaos, finding solace in the simple act of surrendering to the rain. In its gentle embrace, you found peace, a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness, and the courage to face the dawn of a new day.

Heart pounding with dread, Chanbin dashed through the house, calling out your name in a frantic voice that echoed off the walls. Panic seized him as he realized you were nowhere to be found.

With trembling hands, he reached for his phone, fingers fumbling as he dialed your number. But the line remained eerily silent, your voice absent in the darkness.

His mind raced with fear and uncertainty as he bolted toward the terrace, each step heavy with dread. As he pushed open the door, his heart lurched at the sight before him.

There you stood, a solitary figure in the midst of the downpour, your nightgown clinging to your form, your hair plastered to your skin. The rain cascaded down your face, mingling with tears he could scarcely see in the dim light.

"[Your name]!" he called out, his voice cracking with emotion. But you remained motionless, lost in the storm raging within your soul.

With a surge of determination, Chanbin rushed to your side, his heart pounding with fear and relief. "Hey. Sunshine, it's me. Please, look at me."

He reached out, his hand trembling as he gently turned you toward him, searching your eyes for a glimmer of recognition amidst the turmoil.

For a moment, there was only the sound of rain, the weight of unspoken fears hanging heavy in the air. But then, as if awakening from a trance, you met his gaze, your eyes filled with a mixture of pain and relief.

"Chanbin," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I... I'm sorry."

He enveloped you in his embrace, the warmth of his presence a lifeline in the darkness. "Don't be sorry, Sunshine. I was just so scared. I thought I had lost you."

Tears mingled with rain as you clung to each other, the storm raging around you a testament to the depths of your shared pain and the strength of your bond.

In the embrace of the storm, Chanbin held you close, his arms a shelter against the torrential rain that poured down around you. With each droplet that soaked through his clothes, he could care less about the discomfort, for you were more important than the heavy downpour.

Time seemed to stand still as you stood together, the world around you fading into insignificance as you clung to each other amidst the chaos. In that moment, it was as if the universe had conspired to bring you together, to offer solace in the midst of turmoil.

In the silence between heartbeats, there was an unspoken understanding, a shared recognition of the depths of your bond. Words were unnecessary in the language of the soul, for in that moment, everything you needed to say was conveyed in the warmth of your embrace.

As Chanbin gazed into your eyes, his own reflecting a mixture of fear and devotion, you felt the weight of his emotions wash over you like a tidal wave. In that moment, amidst the relentless downpour, you could sense his fear of losing you, his Sunshine, his beacon of light in the darkest of storms.

You reached out, gently brushing away the tears mingling with raindrops on his cheeks, your touch a silent reassurance of your presence by his side. Despite the turmoil raging within him, you could see the unwavering determination in his eyes, a testament to the depth of his love and his resolve to never let you slip away.

With gentle ease, Chanbin scooped you up bridal style, his strength a comforting anchor amidst the turmoil of emotions. As he carried you inside, his movements were fluid, his determination unwavering in his quest to ease your burdens.

Setting you down gently in the bathroom, he gazed into your eyes, his own filled with tenderness and concern. With a tender touch, he brushed a stray strand of wet hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear with a gentle reverence.

Leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips a whisper of warmth against your skin. In that moment, you felt a sense of calm wash over you, a quiet reassurance in the depths of his affection.

Turning his attention to the task at hand, Chanbin set about preparing a warm bath for you, his movements deliberate and methodical. 

As the water filled the tub, steam rising in tendrils to envelop the room, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for Chanbin's unwavering presence in your life. 

As Chanbin finished preparing the bath, he turned to you, ready to give you space, but you caught his shirt sleeve, halting his movement. His gaze softened as he met your eyes, sensing the depth of your need in that moment.

You took a deep breath, the weight of your emotions heavy in the air, and asked him in a voice barely above a whisper if he could stay with you. The vulnerability in your eyes spoke volumes, and Chanbin's heart swelled with a mixture of tenderness and resolve.

Without a word, he nodded, his expression filled with understanding and compassion. In that moment, he knew that you didn't need grand gestures or empty promises. All you needed was his presence, his unwavering support in the face of uncertainty and pain.

As you both stepped into the bathtub fully clothed, the water enveloping you in its warmth, Chanbin made you sit with your back resting agaist his chest. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining in a silent promise of solidarity and strength.

As the minutes stretched into eternity, you leaned into Chanbin's embrace, finding solace in the warmth of his touch. In his arms, you felt safe, cherished, and understood. And as you closed your eyes, allowing the weight of the world to melt away, you knew that with Chanbin by your side, you could weather any storm that came your way.

Once you were both clean and warm, Chanbin helped you out of the bath, his clothes and yours dripping with water. With a gentle touch, he wrapped a towel around you, the fabric warm and soft against your skin.

As he handed you another towel, his eyes filled with a quiet understanding, he turned away, giving you the privacy you needed to change into a clean and dry nightgown. His respect for your boundaries was a testament to the depth of his care, a reminder that he would always be there to support you, even in the smallest of gestures.

With trembling hands, you dried yourself off, the weight of the day still heavy on your shoulders. But as you slipped into the clean nightgown, the fabric soft against your skin, you felt a sense of renewal wash over you, a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.

As Chanbin dried himself off and shed his wet clothes, he glanced around the bathroom, his eyes landing on your dresser where he knew you kept his emergency drawer full of clothes. With a knowing smile, he made his way to the drawer, pulling it open to reveal an array of his own garments neatly folded inside.

Among the familiar shirts and sweaters, he found a comfortable set of clothes, a reminder of the special bond you shared. With a sense of gratitude, he slipped into the dry attire, the fabric warm and comforting against his skin.

As he dressed, he couldn't help but marvel at the depth of your friendship, the way you had opened your home and your heart to him without hesitation. In moments like these, he felt a profound sense of belonging, a reassurance that no matter where life took him, he would always have a place by your side.

With a renewed sense of purpose, he stepped out of the bathroom, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that with you by his side, he could weather any storm that came his way. And as he made his way back to your side, his heart filled with love and appreciation for the unwavering support you had always shown him.

As you both settled into the comforting embrace of your bed, Chanbin's arms enveloped you in a warmth that chased away the shadows of doubt and fear. Nestled against his chest, you felt a sense of security wash over you.

In the quiet intimacy of the moment, you found the courage to speak the words that had been weighing heavy on your heart, the truths that had remained unspoken for far too long.

"Chanbin," you began, your voice soft yet filled with conviction, "there's something I need to tell you."

He listened attentively, his heart open to whatever you needed to share. His fingers traced gentle patterns along your back, a silent reassurance of his unwavering support.

"I.. I've been struggling," you admitted, your voice trembling with vulnerability. "With the weight of expectations, with the fear of failure, with the uncertainty of what lies ahead."

Chanbin's embrace tightened, his silent affirmation a testament to the depth of his understanding. "You're not alone, my sunshine," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "I'm here for you, always."

Tears welled in your eyes as you spoke of your fears and doubts, your hopes and dreams laid bare before him. In his arms, you found solace, a safe haven amidst the chaos of life's uncertainties.

"I don't know what the future holds," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "But with you by my side, I know I can face whatever comes our way."

Chanbin's response was a tender kiss pressed to your forehead, a silent promise of his unwavering devotion. "Together, we'll weather the storms." he murmured, his voice filled with quiet determination. "Whatever lies ahead, we'll face it hand in hand, heart to heart."

In the quiet of the night, with the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders, Chanbin poured his heart out to you. Despite the demands of his packed schedule, his thoughts always returned to you, his sunshine, the one who illuminated his darkest days and filled his life with warmth and joy.

With a vulnerability he rarely showed, Chanbin confessed the depth of his love for you, the fear that gripped his heart at the mere thought of losing you. Each word was a testament to the depth of his affection, a plea for understanding and acceptance in the face of uncertainty.

"[Your name]," he began, his voice tinged with emotion, "you mean more to me than words can express. Every moment we spend together is a gift, a treasure I hold close to my heart."

His confession poured forth like a river, each word carrying the weight of his love and devotion. He spoke of the moments you shared, the laughter and tears, the triumphs and challenges, all woven together into the tapestry of your shared journey.

"I can't imagine my life without you," he admitted, his voice raw with emotion. "You're the light that guides me through the darkness, the anchor that keeps me grounded in times of uncertainty."

As he spoke, his heart laid bare before you, Chanbin revealed the depth of his fears and insecurities, the uncertainty that gnawed at him when he thought of a future without you by his side.

As his confession drew to a close, Chanbin looked to you, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and apprehension. In that moment, he bared his soul to you, trusting that you would understand the depth of his love and the sincerity of his words.

In the tender space between confessions and emotions laid bare, you found your own heart echoing the sentiments Chanbin had expressed. Tears welled in your eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the weight and beauty of the moment.

As Chanbin's words lingered in the air, your heart swelled with a mix of emotions – love, understanding, and a profound sense of connection. You were already crying, the depth of his vulnerability striking a chord within you.

In that delicate moment, as he shared his fears, hopes and love, you slowly reached out for him, your touch a gentle affirmation of your own feelings. His lips met yours in a sweet, lingering kiss, a silent exchange of emotions that needed no words.

Breaking the kiss, you whispered sweet nothings, your voice a soothing melody in the quiet of the night. "Chanbin, I feel it too," you murmured, your words a promise of your shared journey ahead.

In the soft glow of the room, amidst tears and tender kisses, you found solace in the embrace of a love that transcended fears and uncertainties. Hand in hand, heart to heart, you and Chanbin embarked on the next chapter of your intertwined story, a narrative shaped by the profound connection you shared. And as you lay there, entwined in each other's arms, you knew that no matter what challenges awaited, your love would be the anchor that steadied you through the storms of life.

[bangchanbabygurl]

Shameless| 05: Strange Encounters

Genre: Dark romance/angst/horror/thriller/mystery/smut

Warnings: Explicit language/mention of domestic violence/mention of violence/alcohol abuse/mention of death/stalker/mentions of blood/drug abuse/smut scenes/dark mature themes/triggering scenes/traumatic experiences

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A small sigh escapes my lips as I rub my tired eyes; I look back at the computer screen anxiously. I've been in the office all morning; Mr. Hwang and Hyunjin have been breathing down on everyone's neck for the launch of the new product. It had everyone on the edge of their seats, knowing that Mr. Hwang wanted the product launched a week or two before the end of September.

After encountering Hyunjin in the elevator, he has been bossing me around all day; who knows how many times I've edited and redesigned the products. Almost every five minutes, he disapproves of the design, suggests an idea, and then sends me to redesign. I let out a yawn, feeling more tired. I pick up my mug, bringing the rim to my lips. I felt disappointed and gloomy, realizing I had run out of coffee. I groan softly, getting up from the chair and stretching out my limbs; I look at the time: six-thirty PM.

I left my office to see everyone else had gone home; I felt cold and shivered. I rushed to the employee lounge room; I noticed a fresh hot pot of coffee sitting under the coffeemaker. I look around the lounge, but not a single employee is in sight. I exhale softly and pour some coffee into my mug. I shivered once again, but this time I twitched a little, feeling a weird sense of disturbance. I shook it off and took a small sip of the coffee; the sound of a door creaking open had my mind racing with every possibility that it could be anything; what ifs ran through my brain as the creaking stopped.

I held my mug tightly and hurried out of the lounge room; I noticed the lights were off except for the desk lamps. I gulped and rushed into my office. Closing the door behind me, I sat back at the desk. I let out a breath, and my eyes kept glancing at the door and the computer screen. I was paranoid and cold; I shook the nonsense thoughts away and continued to work on the product design.

By seven-forty PM, I was yawning even more; I waited for the paperwork to finish printing. I finished my coffee and gathered my things while waiting for the printer. I heard a thud from outside the office; I looked at the door. The papers were done; I grabbed them and slid them into the black folder. I slipped on my wool coat and turned off the computer screen.

I turned off the lights in the office, leaving the desk lamp on; I grabbed my bag and walked out of the office. I hurried to the elevator, feeling like I was being watched. I pressed the down button and felt eager to leave this floor; my mind was now playing tricks on me. The creaking was closer; the whole hall felt cold. I looked around, feeling scared now; the elevator was taking its sweet time. My best decision right now was the stairs; I rushed down the stairwell feeling like I was being chased.

I could hear footsteps aside from my own; I was panicking now. I began to run down the stairs; I could hear someone curse softly. I reached floor one and ran out of the stairwell. I looked back, but there was nobody. I bumped into something and fell on my ass, dropping the folder; my nerves were all over the place. I was terrified and paranoid now; I picked up the scattered papers.

“Are you okay? Y/N? What's wrong? Are you hurt?” That something I bumped into was Hyunjin; I looked at him. “Hey what's wrong?” He asked. I looked at the stairwell again, “Y/N?” Hyunjin whispered, grabbing my hands. I look at him, “S—I’m sorry, I’m just paranoid..” I said, pulling my hands out of his grasp and fixing the folder.

“Paranoid of what? Y/N,” Hyunjin said pulling the folder away from me, “It's nothing…it was probably just my mind playing tricks on me but I felt like someone was watching me and began to chase me out of the floor three." I whispered, looking back at the stairwell door. Hyunjin seemed concerned and helped me up; he turned his gaze to the door. Hyunjin lets go of my hands and walks over to the stairwell, "Hyunjin, it was probably my tired mind hallucinating." I said. But that didn't stop him from walking into the stairwell; I sighed, defeated, and followed him. 

"How could you be sure it was just in your head? Maybe there's still some of the staff messing with you." Hyunjin said as we walked up the stairs, "I'm not positive about anything," I said. A faint sound came from the third floor; I stopped walking. Hyunjin looked at me worriedly, "What's wrong?" he asked. I gave him a perplexed, "You don't hear that?" I said. Hyunjin stood still and looked up at the stairs, "It's just music," He said. Hyunjin continued walking; I bit my lip, feeling anxious, but I followed him anyway.

We reached the third level; the music was coming from one of the offices inside.  Hyunjin smirks lightly, "And I bet you're going say that you didn't leave the radio on." He said. I gave him a look clearly showing signs of distress; I shook my head, gripping my bag tightly. Hyunjin sighed as he opened the door, and we walked inside the hall. The music was louder and more evident, and I followed closely behind Hyunjin. I love horror movies and the paranormal, but I would never want to live and experience that. Yet here I am, glued to Hyunjin as he looks around the desks and offices, and he stops walking. 

"That's your office..." Hyunjin said. I turned to where he was looking; the door was wide-opened. The music was coming from my office, which made it more creepy and uneasy was the choice of song. 'I Only Have Eyes for you' by The Flamingos was slightly distorted, "I locked that door," I told Hyunjin. "Someone is definitely messing with you." He whispered and walked to the office; I stayed close to him. Hyunjin stopped me from further walking into the office; I gave him a confused look. "What is it?" I asked. Hyunjin blocks the doorway. "Don't look; you'll only make it worse." He said. I let a small chuckle, thinking he was messing with me, too.

But he wasn't; there was no devilish smirk on his lips. Hyunjin was serious and brooding about what he saw, "Come on, what is it?" I said, trying to get through. I was able to get a glimpse of the office; I felt my blood run cold and my heart beating rapidly. Hyunjin grabs me by my arms and pulls me towards the elevator, "I told you not to look," He said. I look at him, "Tho—those are photographs—of m—e." I let out. I wasn't sure of what to think about, so Hyunjin sighed and pulled me closer to him. "I'll have George come and investigate this sick joke,” Hyunjin said his words sounding like a promise. Tears were ricocheting, “H-Hyunjin those are photographs of me…sleeping, doing daily life how-” I whispered.

Hyunjin cups my face in his hands, “Listen to me, Y/N, I’ll have someone look for the person that this. Try to remain calm and—look at me Y/N.” He said. I look at him, “I need you to keep me posted about where you are, what you’re doing, and with whom you are. This is serious Y/N.” Hyunjin said. I was crying out of fear, and he holds me tightly. He was trying to get me to calm down but my mind was running with millions of ‘if the creaking due to the person being in here for a reason ‘What if they were trying to hurt me maybe even worse’.

[abandoned-anemoia]

SKZ Mafia Moodboard

☯ Pairing: none? leaning more towards fem ☯ Genre: ??? ☯ Warnings: weapons, kidnapping, just mafia shit ☯ A/N: The Freeze MV will ALWAYS be one of my all time favorites... Please Let me know if I need to add any warnings! ☯Disclaimer: None of my work represents any of the idols included in any way. This is merely fictional and all based on my opinion as a joke! I have nothing against any of these idols and love them all dearly.

✿Chan⁠✿

✿Minho✿

✿Changbin✿

✿Hyunjin✿

✿Jisung✿

✿Felix✿

✿Seungmin✿

✿Jeongin✿

[danielle-peaches]

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[axlixx]

(NOT REAL) but was fun to make

[eggielix]

The Ruby Plaza Murders

When Holly’s fiancé, Felix, goes missing, she takes it upon herself to return him home BEFORE their wedding. His last known location was that of said “Ruby Plaza Hotel” so that’s the first location she will look for him. Knowing he went here because it’s supposed to be haunted, it was safe to say Holly was quite surprised to see that this place was actually filled with ghosts of people who’d died here. Only the problem is, they can’t remember how it happened. It’s now holly’s task to not only return her fiancé, but also find out how these people have died. And find their murderer.

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This book is filled with angst, mystery and the anxious path Holly walks through as she tries to find her fiancé. The guys of stray kids are unfortunately all tied to the hotel without their will. Who could be the murderer?

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Warnings: major characters death. Violence. Cursing. Blood. Dead bodies. Disturbing backstories.

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Coming soon . . .

[jazyjaz]

Stray Kids Horror Imagines

W e l c o m e f a i r y s

Hi, I’m Jazmin. But please, call me Jazy.

I write many things. From fanfics, to original stories, to short stories. Writing helps a lot with my creativity. You seeing this post already means so much to me. Please, don’t be afraid to ask any suggestions and share any ideas for me to execute. Before entering, please keep in mind…

My tumblr is for Horror Stray Kids Imagines. This includes mostly gore, blood, and mild language. Any extra warnings will be above the blogs so please read everything. My imagines are all X Readers unless its stated.

If you want to look at my other works, visit my Wattpad for normal fanfictions and original stories: @/jazyjaz_

I will be given an invitation later this week for AO3 as well. It will be used for OCs’ backstories: @/jazyjaz_

For art related content that envolves many fandoms, and even my own fanarts of my own content can be found on my Instagram: @/jazyjaz__

[fanfic-odyssey]

last life/first life

the slideshows on TikTok where it shows if it's a member's last life or first life is so sad. like an example is it shows a pic of Felix and it says "first life" and then it's a pic of Chan and it says "last life" IM SOBBING. i love the concept and I agree. felix is so innocent and friendly while Chan is really overprotecting and would not be afraid to protect his friends/family.

[rebelyelljenna]

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[hazeracha]

• // interrupted // •

pairing // chan x reader

warning // fluff, a little suggestive

wc: 2.6k

A/N this is just a little filler chapter before I write about kcon, but i will also be including a bonus chapter with some text messages between everyone on their travels so make sure to watch out for that. anyways i hope you all enjoy this chapter even though nothing really happened. sorry for the wait i already explained what is going on in a previous post. 

“When are you leaving?” you asked as you looked up from your position on the floor. You were helping Chan pack for his trip to LA for Kcon, which wasn’t going to take long considering his whole wardrobe looked like a black hole. “Our managers are coming to pick us of from the dorms around eight tomorrow morning.”

“So can you tell me why we are still packing your bag at 1:27am, the morning you are supposed to be leaving” you said as you folded a pair of Chan’s black joggies. “I’ve been busy and not had time to pack, plus it’s always better to do it the night before so I can make sure I haven’t forgotten anything” he explained as he paced about his room making sure he had everything he needed. 

“How about you go and wash up and I will finish packing for you” you suggested. “Are you sure?” you nodded and watched as he quickly disappeared out of his room. You finished packing his suitcase and also laid out an outfit for him to wear to the airport, which of course was all black. You decided on black ripped jeans, a Balenciaga top, black combat boots and of course a hat to cover his unruly hair. Lastly making sure to also leave out a bag for his laptop that he will be carrying with him at all times. Sometimes I think he cares about that laptop than he does himself. 

Once you had finished packing Chan came back into the room with towel hung low around his waist and one hung around his neck. You watched as a few drops or water fell down his chest and he walked towards you. He smiled at you before laying down on the bed between your legs with his head on your lower stomach and arms tightly wrapped around your waist. “I’m going to miss you” he said and snuggled his head closer to your stomach. You took the towel from around his neck and started to dry his hair “I’m going to miss you too, but it’s only for a few days. Plus you can phone me or facetime me whenever you want” you said as you finished drying his hair. 

He let out a sigh and unwrapped his arms from your waist now placing one of his hands on your hips and running it up and down your side lifting your shirt up a little more each time. You watched his arm flex and relax as he moved and the veins on his hand stuck out due to the hot shower he just had. You flung the towel you were holding onto the floor and let your hands run through his curly hair. 

He started to place small kisses on your now exposed stomach getting lower and lower each time. “Chan, what are you doing?” you asked as you tried to pull your shirt back down, but he was quick to stop you and held onto your wrist moving your hand back to his hair. “Don’t stop please” he pouted as he looked up at you and you let out a small laugh. 

Chan positioned his hand just under your chest and you continued to run your fingers through his hair. Every time Chan was leaving you for his schedules he would get more clingy than usual and do everything he can to be as close to you as possible. “Can I take this off?” he looked up at you and waited for your response. 

“Yeah, of course baby. You know you don’t need to ask?” you replied as you sat up and let Chan remove your shirt before lying back down in the position you were in before. Only this time Chan had positioned himself a little further up so that his head was now resting on your now bare chest. He let his fingers trace over the lace of your bra, that he had bought you as a gift when he was on tour. He told you that when he saw it he immediately thought of you and had to buy it. It was of course black and a little sheer, but it covered enough.

Your chest was always something that you were insecure about, mainly because there wasn't much there. Your friends had always joked about it with you and laughed at you when you told them what size you were. But you always laughed it off because there was nothing you could really do with it, plus they were just joking so why should you take it to heart. Right? 

You always stayed away from wearing low cut tops and clothes that would only draw attention to your small chest. So when you finally got into your relationship with Chan the first thing you though was that he would find you unattractive due to this, but you were wrong in so many ways. When you told him about this insecurity the first thing he did was give a long talk about how you should love yourself and you don’t need to change for anyone especially him and he thinks that you are perfect just the way you are. 

So from that day on his favourite thing to buy you was cute little bralettes and matching sets just so he could tell you how beautiful you looked in them. One thing that you can be sure of is that you will never run out of underwear with this man around. You also got more comfortable wearing more fitting and low cut tops, but you weren’t sure if that was due to Chan and his comforting words or the fact that you matured and stopped caring about what other thought.

It was probably a mix of both. 

You took a glance at your phone that was resting on his desk beside his bed as it lit up from a notification and caught a glimpse of the time. Which now read 1:47am. “Chan, I think you should try and get some sleep now” he lifted himself up from the bed and walked over to his wardrobe looking at it intently. 

“Come here” he motioned for you to come and stand beside him. You got out of his bed and walked over to him wrapping your hands around his stomach and placing a small kiss on his shoulder. “What one do you want?” he asked motioning towards his shirts. You looked at all of his shirts before making a decision and pulling out a plain black oversized t shirt with 3/4 length sleeves. “I don’t know why that took you so long to decide?” he joked and closed his wardrobe. You looked at him with furrowed brows and your lips pouted. Chan cupped your cheeks with both his hands and kissed you “You always pick the same one. Plus everything in there is black, what’s so difficult” he kissed you again. “Yeah but they have different designs on them” you protested. This time it was Chan’s turn to laugh at you. 

He turned around and continued to let you slip his shirt over your head. You loved him, you really did but you will never understand him sometimes. Like why he always turns around when your getting changed in situations like this or even after you and him spend some intimate time together. He is always quick to grab you a shirt to cover you with or a blanket as if he wasn’t just tracing his hands and lips all over you and admiring your body. But you probably shouldn't be complaining about him being respectful, so you just let him be. 

After both of you finished getting ready for bed you cuddled up together with Chan behind you resting his head in the crook of your neck and his hands placed on your stomach. You liked staying at the dorms but Chan’s bed wasn’t the best for the both of you to sleep comfortably, however this came in handy when he was feeling extremely clingy and today it was worse than usual since he was leaving. So his small bed comes in handy sometimes as he doesn’t have any other choice but to sleep as close at he possibly can to you.  “I love you” he whispered in your ear before you both fell asleep. 

You were woke up when you felt Chan placing small kisses on your shoulder. He trailed his hand that was resting on your waist up your arm before moving your hair to the side and kissing the back of your neck as you to slowly open your eyes. You grabbed your phone from the desk beside Chan’s bed to check the time. “Seriously, the first thing you do is look at your phone. I don’t even get a good morning?”

“I need to make sure you have time to finish what your started” you played along as Chan trailed his index finger along your jaw and under your chin to turn your head towards him causing you to turn your body so that you were now laying on your side facing him. You draped your arm over his shoulder grabbing the back of his neck pulling him in for another kiss. “Good morning” he smiled pulling back to look at your face. His was swollen from just having woken up and his hair was all over the place sticking up in different directions.

“Good morning” you replied as you placed your foreheads against each other as Chan moved his hand down your body towards your hip slowly rolling you onto your back placing his legs on either side of your hips. You felt your phone buzz in your hand that was resting behind chan’s head and he was quick to grab your wrist pinning it above your head. He once again trailed his fingers up your arm and removed the phone from your hand putting it on one of the shelf’s on his headboard.

As he was distracted you took this as your opportunity to move your free hand up and down his thigh before placing it on his shoulder to pull him closer to you. His lips found yours once again and you felt his tongue brush against your bottom lip asking for permission. You slightly part your lips to give him access and you hear him let out a small groan as he pushes his hips against yours. His lips leave yours and he trials his lips down your jaw to your neck sucking and nipping on your skin. “Chan please, not there” you said as you slowly pushed him away, he pulled away and looked at you “why? did I do something wrong, are you okay?” He questioned. You let out a small laugh before replying. “I’m fine, I just have a few meetings left this week and I would prefer not to have hickeys all over me. So if you want to, at least do it a little lower.

Chan looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes as his lips found your body once again only this time placing open mouthed kisses along the inside of your thighs. “Is this low enough for you.” You could feel him smile against your skin as he moved towards your hips pushing up the top you were wearing and continuing up until he left a large red mark just below your bra in the centre of your chest. You could feel the heat between your legs growing and the need for Chans touch more and more.

Your hands found his head and your fingers tangled in his already messy hair pushing him further down to where you needed him. One of his hands came down to the waistband of your shorts and he slowly pulled them down his lips following. "Chan! Are you up. We need to leave soon." A loud knock and Changbin's voice was heard from the other side of the door stopping Chan’s movements. His eyes meet yours and you both smile, this isn't the first time you have both been interrupted and it definitely won't be the last. "Yeah I'll be out in five" Chan replied. He let his body fall as he rested his head on your stomach, letting out a sigh an a small defeated laugh. " Ahhhh, I don't want to leave" he said as he crawled up beside you and flopped onto his back. "I'm sorry but I really need to get ready. But next time I need to leave we are staying at your house so we have no interruptions."

"Okay, we can stay at mine next time even though you will complain about having to get up earlier and make your own way to the airport" you joked as you straddled his hips and placed both hands on his bare shoulders. "I love you" you added an placed a kiss on his lips slipping your tongue into his mouth before quickly pulling away. "Your such a tease" he laughed and threw you onto the bed before standing up to get ready. As he stood up you took the opportunity to give his ass a quick slap, causing him to turn around quickly and shake his head before continuing to get himself ready in the now few minutes he had left.

You sat on the edge of chan’s bed and watched him finish getting ready, "have you got everything you need?" you asked as he stood at the door of his bedroom, with his bags ready to go. "No I think I'm forgetting something but I can't think what it is" he said scrunching up his face and running his fingers through his hair. He tried to keep his serious expression but after a few seconds it faltered as he opened his arms taking your hand in his and pulling you in for a hug.

You followed closely behind Chan helping with his bags out into the living room before being met by the three boys who were sitting on the couch quickly standing as they heard you enter the room. "Are you ready to go?" chan questioned looking at the boys as they nodded their heads in agreement. "Remember to message me and stay safe. You know I worry about you all" you said pulling each of them in for a hug "and please. Please! Just listen to Chan"

"Of course, we always listen" Jisung joked as he pulled back from your hug. “I’m also going to ignore you said that as you hugged me. It almost feels as if that comment was meant for me” you laughed at the boy and ruffled his hair a little causing him groan. “On a more serious note though. We will message you and we will all stick together. We’ll be fine” this time Jisung’s comment made you feel a lot more at ease. You know the boys always looked out for each other and that always made you feel more at ease when they all travelled together. “Before we go I wanted to give you this” Chan said holding out a set of keys “ I know your apartment is so much better than the dorm but, I know sometimes you say you sleep better here and-”

“Thank you” you said taking the keys from his hand and placing a kiss on his cheek also taking the hat he was holding from his other hand helping him put it on and making sure none of his hair was sticking out. “Now hurry up and go before you miss your flight” you pushed open the door of their dorm and shooed them out before they stood about any longer. After you watched them walk down the hall and disappear from your view you closed the door and walked towards the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast with whatever you could find. Hopefully something that wasn’t some sort of protein powder or chicken breast. You were definitely going to have to go shopping if you planned staying here for any amount of time.

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[bangchanbabygurl]

Shameless 09 | Your Eyes

Genre: Dark romance/horror/mystery/thriller/angst/smut

Warnings: Explicit language/mention of domestic violence/mention of violence/alcohol abuse/mention of death/stalker/mentions of blood/drug abuse/smut scenes/dark mature themes/triggering scenes/traumatic experiences

Word count: 1691

A sigh interrupted Aaron from finishing his sentence; Mr. Hwang glanced over at Hyunjin with a look of disappointment. Hyunjin seemed uninterested with today's meeting of the launch plan; I looked over at Aaron. He looked annoyed; he placed his hands behind his back. "Is there a problem, Mr. Hwang? Something that needs adjustment to our launch plans?" Aaron asked with a tight smile; he looked almost like he was trying to rile up Hyunjin. I bite my lip and changed the slide; Hyunjin's expression was dark, and it sent chills down my spine.

"Why don't we go over the models we had chosen for the launch photos and hold the adjustments after the meeting?" I asked with a small smile. Mr. Hwang nods and looks over at Hyunjin. "May we proceed?" He asked. Hyunjin crossed his arms and looked the other way. Aaron smiles and continues with the presentation. "Now we plan to have Mr. Leon help us cast two models for the launch photos." Aaron looks at his notes, and Mr. Hwang smiles giddily. "Who did you have in mind for the photos, Mr. Morberg?" Mr. Hwang asked. Aaron smiles politely as he changes the slide.

"Ms. Serena Leon, as the face of our "Fiery Cherry" fragrance, and Ms. Romańo had already decided on the male model for "Black Wood" before I had chosen Ms. Leon," Aaron said with a smile, a smile that looked sort of like a smirk. Hyunjin's eyes darkened as he looked at the projector with such hate the smile on Mr. Hwang had faded. Hyunjin stood up from his seat and stormed out of the conference room; Mr. Hwang seemed worried. "Who did you decide on, Ms. Romańo?" He asked. I changed the slide, revealing a portrait of Hyunjin's last year photoshoot. I was browsing through Mr. Leon's male models he had worked with before, and I stumbled across Hyunjin on the list of his top models. "Mr. Hwang Hyunjin, sir...if that's alright with you?" I asked, Mr. Hwang sighed.

"And may I ask what made you choose Hyunjin? Ms. Romańo?" Mr. Hwang asked. I felt my cheeks become crimson as Aaron and everyone else turned to me. I clear my throat, "I-I notice that Hyunjin's features aren't like most male models Mr. Leon had recommended; I found Hyunjin's features more delicate and extraordinary, Mr. Hwang." I said. He nods his head in acknowledgment. "I'll accept Hyunjin as the face of 'Black Wood' on the other hand Mr. Morberg. Please look for another model for 'Fiery Cherry.' I do not want Ms. Leon to come into my building causing trouble." Mr. Hwang said as he gave Aaron a stern look. Aaron look perplexed, "But Ms. Leon agreed to do the shoot." Aaron protests.

Mr. Hwang stood up from his seat, "On whose authority were you granted permission to contract Ms. Leon without my approval?" He asked clearly showing he wasn't happy with Aaron's actions. I looked at Taehyung who looked like he wanted to laugh, I sent him a small head shake. Taehyung covers his mouth with his right hand, I look over at Mr. Hwang and Aaron. "I wasn't able to find another model aside from Ms. Leon," Aaron said, Mr. Hwang pinched the bridge of his nose and turned to me. "Ms. Romańo find a replacement for Ms. Leon," He said, I opened my mouth to say something but Mr. Hwang seemed furious enough. "Can you or can you not?" He asked. I gave him a smile, "Yes Mr. Hwang I can find a replacement for Ms. Leon." I said. He smiles and nods, "Good, from now on Mr. Morberg you are not allowed to do anything without my or Ms. Romańo's approval, understood?" Mr. Hwang asked looking at Aaron.

Aaron had a sour look on his face but gave Mr. Hwang a nod, "Understood sir." Aaron said. Mr. Hwang leaves the conference room. Taehyung lets out a sigh of relief, "Wow Aaron you really fucked up this time." He said with a smirk. Aaron gave him a stern gaze, I flinched as Aaron threw the projector remote at the wall where I stood and walked out of the room. Taehyung shook his head, "You okay?" He asked. I sighed and smiled, "Yep just surprised." I said picking up the remote and turning off the projector.

"Well that's Aaron to you, he always has a bad temper." Taehyung said picking up the paperwork from the table and stacking them up, "Bad temper? Aaron?" I whispered. Taehyung nods, "Yep, last year he was almost fired because of it." Taehyung whispered as he looked at the door. "Apparently Aaron had assaulted one of the male employees from the Tech field, and put the poor guy in the hospital," Taehyung whispered as he handed me the paperwork. I furrowed my brows in confusion, "What happened to the guy? Is he okay?" I asked.

"Turns out the guy is on life support till this day, look just be careful around him Y/N. Wouldn't want you to end up in a ditch." Taehyung said with a sad smile before leaving. Shivers ran through me as I turned off the computer and lights before leaving the room.

A gasp escaped my lips as I got pulled into a dark room, I dropped the paperwork. "It's just me," Hyunjin whispers below my ear, I let out a sigh of relief and pressed my forehead against the closed door. "Did you have to scare me like that?" I whispered, I turned around to face him. The only light in the room was coming through the closed blinds, "Did you agree with Aaron?" Hyunjin asked. I furrowed my brows in confusion, "Having Serena Leon as the face of Fiery Cherry? No, your father has  put me in charge of finding a replacement." I whispered. Hyunjin let out a sharp breath, he buried his face into my neck. "What happened back there?" I whispered, I tried to remain calm. "Aaron just likes to get under my skin," Hyunjin whispers, his breath tickling my neck. "Right..." I murmured, I grabbed hold of his shoulder. "Hyunjin...why are you against having Serena Leon as the face for Fiery Cherry?" I whisper, Hyunjin pulls away from my neck and gazes into my eyes.

"Let's just say we don't get along with each other," He whispers, I nodded. I bite my bottom lip in curiosity, "I should get back before Taehyung starts to look for me," I whispered. Hyunjin's hand cuffed my chin softly, "Do I make you nervous?" He whispers. I look at him and swallow hard, "Not really," I whisper. Hhyunjin chuckles and smirks, "Is that so? Then why is your heart beating abnormally?" He whispers. My heart was beating like crazy like a mouse being chased by a cat. I bite my lip, and Hyunjin's thumb tugs my bottom lip away from my teeth. "Don't bite your lip..." He whispers, I look into his brown orbs feeling myself become puddy. His full lips had me wondering if they taste like heaven, "Let me bite it for you." Hyunjin whispers, and my heart bursts as his lips meet mine.

I felt completely puddy as his free hand squeezes my waist lightly, and he bites on my bottom lip softly. I let out a small gasp his tongue sneaking its way into my mouth, distorted breaths leaving from the both of us as the kiss turned into something unexplainable.

I've kissed and made out before but this was different, god no Hyunjin was an expert. Like a God who knew how to make a woman get aroused just by a simple touch and kiss, I graze my tongue against his bottom lip tugging at it with my teeth gently. Hyunjin presses me against the door, his lips places a chaste kiss on my lips before traveling down to my neck. I pant quietly trying to catch my breath, I felt a burning ache in the pit of my stomach.

"Hyu...Hyunjin, wait" I whisper letting a moan fall past my lips, my eyes widen in fear of getting caught. I pull him away from my neck, our chests falling heavily. "Stop...this--we shouldn't be doing this," I whispered, feeling afraid if he continued there would be no turning back. Hyunjin lets out a sigh and runs a hand through his raven long hair, "I'm sorry..." He whispered. I shook my head, "It's just...I recently got out of a relationship and I rather not seem hasty or eager." I whisper. Hyunjin lets out a small laugh, "Y/N...I don't do relationships." He implies.

My heart clenched at the pain, "You don't? So then what? Sex is all you want? Because you must've been mistaken thinking I would give you that," I whispered feeling angry at myself for kissing him back. "Is that not what you wanted?" He asked raising a brow, a scoff escaped my lips as I picked up the paperwork and fixed my skirt. "Goodbye, Hyunjin," I said walking out of the room and leaving him in the dark, I mentally facepalmed myself as Taehyung stopped in his tracks. Brows furrowed in confusion, "Y/N waits," of course, things got worse.

Hyunjin walks out of the room, "Fuck," He murmurs. Taehyung looked at Hyunjin and me with a smirk, "It's not what it looks like Tae," I said grabbing his forearm and leaving Hyunjin in the hallway. "You and Hyunjin huh? Wow" He teased, I rolled my eyes. "No Tae it's not like that," I said entering the elevator, Hyunjin stood in the hallway with a brooding expression and hands tucked in the pockets of his pants.

Taehyung smirked as the elevator doors closed, "Not what it looks like? Y/N, there's a hickey forming on your neck," He said crossing his arms. "Just hush Taehyung," I said closing my eyes, "It was merely a mistake nothing else," I said. It was a mistake, how could Hyunjin assume that I wanted nothing but sex? How can he change all of a sudden? He was sweet and caring, but now he's acting arrogant.

[abandoned-anemoia]

Funny Apology Cakes Stray Kids Would Give You

☯ Pairing: SKZ x reader (individual) kinda? ☯ Genre: Comedy tbh ☯ Warnings: food, cursing, mentions of attempted murder, mentions of sex, mentions of bodily fluids, mentions of snakes ☯ A/N: Please let me know if there are any warnings I need to add! 

☯ Disclaimer: None of my work represents any of the idols included in any way. This is merely fictional and all based on my opinion as a joke! I have nothing against any of these idols and love them all dearly. 

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✿Minho✿

✿Changbin✿

✿Hyunjin✿

✿Jisung✿

✿Felix✿

✿Seungmin✿

✿Jeongin✿

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[skzimagines]

Jealous Minho

Minho gets jealous and teaches you who you belong to. (Vest lee know made me crumble.)

•18+ minors dni

•Warnings: Smut, jealousy, possessive lee know, light chocking.

Jealousy. Wasn’t something that came over Minho often but when it did, I hit him like a ton of bricks. Like a knife had went straight through his chest and pulled out every string to his heart.

His mind would get clouded with ‘what if’s’ and ‘are you sure you’re good enough?’. Causing his heart rate to sky rocket and his palms to become sweaty.

And that is exactly what happened tonight. When you were sat in the dressing room, showing photos on your phone to one of the staff members, of course a male staff member.

He had known you meant no harm, he knew it was nothing but an innocent encounter. But deep down, seeing you smile at this other man and carry on this completely innocent conversation, had made his blood boil. He knew he was wrong for feeling this, and his feelings towards the matter were just plain silly. But he couldn’t help himself.

“Y/n…” he says in a low and demanding voice. You look up from your phone and see him standing in the door way, mic still wrapped around his head to his lips. Holding his stage jacket in one arm, sweat dripping down his body. You watch in awe as one drop falls from his temple down and off his chin. You give the staff member a small smile and nod before standing up and making your way towards your exhausted looking boyfriend.

“How was it?” You ask, referring to the performance he had just finished. “You’d had known if you weren’t too busy with him.” He responds, giving you one last dirty look before walking past you and heading towards the dressing room. You follow close behind. You knew that he had already known you weren’t allowed back stage to watch because there were too many people as is and there was no tv or monitor set up in the rooms in the back. “What is that supposed to mean?” You ask.

Silence. Is all there was from him the rest of the night. He had gotten changed and cleaned up, before their cars arrived to take them back to the dorm. To say the car ride there was more awkward than you can imagine, is an understatement. Minho stared out the window as you sat right next to him, leg bouncing up and down in nervousness. You look over at him, seeing him biting his thumb nail and daydreaming out the window. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong? Or just keep ignoring me until you explode?” You ask, starting to get fed up with this feeling. “You should have been watching.” He says, not taking his eyes off the window.

“You know I couldn’t Minho, you knew that before you even went on stage.”

“Or was the staff member more interesting?” He says. Finally looking away from the window and into your eyes.

“I-“ you begin. But stop yourself before escalating the situation even more, not wanting to start a scene in front of the driver. Minho turns his head toward the window again. ‘He’s jealous’ you think to yourself. But why? It’s not like you and the staff member were anywhere near one another. You were sat in your own chair and the staff on the other side of the room. You were just casually showing him pictures from yours and Minho’s date the other night.

The car comes to a stop, alerting you that you’ve arrived at the dorms. Minho quickly throws the door open and gets out, leaving you behind. You roll your eyes and get out, closing the door and thanking the driver behind you. You make your way to the door and into the elevator where Minho was holding the elevator door open for you.

The elevator door closes and leaves you both in complete silence. You watch the numbers above you turn with each floor you pass.

You suddenly feel Minho grab your arm and turn you around, pushing you against the elevator wall. He brings his lips close enough to your mouth that you feel his bottom lip ever so gently touch yours. “You’re mine, you understand?” He whispers. You stare into his eyes and slowly nod. “Yo-yours, all yours.” You whisper back. He pulls away, putting his hands in his pockets, as if nothing happened.

The elevator dings and the doors open up. You both make your way to the dorm door. You wait as Minho unlocks it, shoving it open, letting you go in first. You’re met with Seungmin sitting in the living room watching TV and I.N in the kitchen. “Hi y/n!” Seungmin smiles. You smile back with a quiet hi, and give I.N a gentle wave.

“My room. Now.” Minho whispers in your ear from behind you. You make your way to Minho’s room, with him following not far behind you. Once you’ve made it, you sit on the edge of his bed, bringing your hands together, waiting for him to start talking. Instead, you watch as he makes his way to you, stopping between your legs. He sets his finger under your chin, making you look up at him.

“I love you.” You whisper, starring into his eyes. He gives you a small smile, the first one of the night. He sets his forehead against yours. “I love you too.” He whispers back, pressing his lips to yours, hard.

You lay back and he follows, climbing on top of you. “More than you know, I love you so much it’s unhealthy.” He whispers causing a small whimper to fall from your lips. Sliding his hand up the side of your shirt, his finger tips cold against your skin. “Can I take this off?” He asks. You give him a nod.

He slides your shirt over your head and drops his head to your neck leaving strays of open mouth kisses down it. Leaving marks here and there. “Minho, I really didn’t mean to upset you.” You whisper, running your hand through his hair as he leave one last mark on your neck.

“I know angel, I’m sorry for over reacting.” He whispers. Rubbing his thumb over your cheek. “Let me make it up to you.” He says, starring into your eyes. You give him a nod, telling him to continue.

He slides down your body, taking the waist band of your leggings and sliding them down your legs. “You should wear these more often, makes your ass look amazing.” He gives you a smirk, before turning you over a little bit and landing a slap against your ass. You let out a small whimper and giving him a small smile.

He climbs back on top of you. Sliding his hand down to your heat, rubbing slow and small circles against you. You throw your head back and let out a long breath. “Need to remind you who you belong to.” He whispers in your ear. He pulls his fingers away, sliding his pants and boxers down his legs. Making his way to you again, sliding your panties down.

He sits between your legs, carefully lining himself up to you. One last look into his eyes, he gives you a reassuring smile, before sliding himself into you. Letting out a moan once he bottoms out inside you.

He lays down on top of you, wrapping his finger loosely around your neck. “My perfect angel.” He whispers against your lips.

He starts to pull out and push back in at a slow pace but hard. You feel every inch of him leaving you and filling you back up again. He tightens his hand around your neck a little more. “You’re all mine, my beautiful angel.” He whispers again.

“All yours Minho.” You whisper back. Feeling tightness built up inside you.

“Tell me you love me.”

“I love you” you whisper.

“Again.. tell me again.” He says. Pushing in deeper and faster.

“I fucking love you Minho.” You moan out, feeling your high escape. Sending your body over the edge.

Minho’s thrust grow sloppy, groaning every time he hits deep. You feel his load blow inside you as he rides out his high.

You two lay for what feels like hours as he runs his hand through your hair. “I love you too princess.” He says, lifting his head off your chest, giving you a long sloppy kiss.

[eggielix]

Story idea - 1

Dancer Hyunjin who dances like on competitive level. He’s always managed to be in the top 3 and he’s simply amazing. He has a girlfriend for like 5 years already and she has always supported him in dancing and with getting better. His dance group always looks up to him when he dances because he’s their no1.

And then one day, after a competition, he gets into a car crash that almost fractures his leg. One of his legs is cast and the other needs to regain the ability to walk.

He gets to hear that he cannot ever dance on such a high level before, which makes his personality chance 180 degrees. He gets really annoyed toward his girlfriend even tho she only tries to help him with everything

The entire story is about Hyunjin accepting and changing and realizing how many ppl actually care about him and how many people like Didn’t really care about him.