#this is how it is. some days i wake up and the spirit of Minho has possessed my body i am losing my sh*t over Changmin

[theinfinitedivides]

Changmin's going to sweep that bias poll and i know this and i love him. regardless i am off to put on Yunho as an apology

[collisvng]

skz as random songs from my playlist — drabble series.

chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | lix | seungmin | jeongin

song. | adore you — miley cyrus. word count. | 1.5k+ — all fluff. warnings. | some light swearing. mention of fire/burning things. mentions of breakups. mentions of drinking. a mention of god.

Jeongin was a free spirit.

He was the thrilling contrast to your more calming presence.

It was an accident how the both of you met.

You found yourself at a party unbeknownst to the host due to your roommate dragging you outside for the first time in months. No one knew you, and you sure as hell didn’t know anyone there either.

But when you took a moment to take a breather, hiding away from the loud music and plethora of couples making out by making your way into the basement; there he was.

Jeongin was kneeling close to the ground, hovering over a polaroid of him and his ex and watching it burn.

As the picture became crisp and the lighter in his hand clincked to a close, all you could do was watch. And when he turned to look at you standing by the stairs—eyes turning into crescent moons as his lips slowly turned upward into a full grin—you nodded towards the picture.

“That’s a fire hazard, you know.”

“And you know this is my house, right?”

His tone had a bit of teasing behind it, enough that it made you let out a breathy laugh in response. 

After a few shared words, you found yourself sitting against the wall with the stranger. You shared stories about your crazy roommate and he shared stories about his crazy ex that dumped him for another guy three days before Valentine’s Day. Soon a bottle of soju was passed back and forth as you both watched the second polaroid of the night disintegrate into flames. Then another… And another…

But as much as you remembered that night, there were things you couldn’t quite remember. 

Like how many pictures you burned… How many times you accidentally laughed too loud at one of his jokes… How you managed to restrain yourself from making out with him in your drunken state… Or how you guys apparently exchanged socials and promised to see each other again.

You couldn’t remember the small details.

Maybe if you did, you’d know why Jeongin was knocking at your dorm window in the middle of the night about a year later.

You’d wake up, walking over to see Jeongin waving at you with the most mischievous smile. He looked like he had just come back from another party. Sporting a denim jacket, white tee, and a black choker; the sight made you shiver. When he smirked at you, his lip ring—something he had gotten done during one of his many crazy escapades—moved a bit as it pushed against his upper lip. And his blonde highlights seemed to shine from the streetlights against his otherwise-black hair.

He looked like one of those bad boys you’d see in movies.

He looked like he was ready to do something reckless.

He looked like he needed to be kissed.

“What do you want?” You whispered as you slowly opened your window. “It’s like 3am, dude.”

“Come with me,” he nodded his head in the direction behind him. “Put on your shoes, I wanna show you something.”

And that’s how you found yourself walking through a random alleyway on the school grounds with your newly-found best friend at three in the morning. Big t-shirt covered by a puffy jacket, comfy pajama shorts, sneakers and all.

Surely if someone saw you both they’d think you’re crazy. I mean, your friend had already seemed to have lost his mind. He had been acting strange all week, to be honest. Clearly, something was up.

“Remind me what we are doing here exactly?” You asked a little too loudly. “You’re not dragging me out here to like… murder me or anything right?”

He scoffed. “Bold of you to assume I’m smart enough to even think that through.”

The two of you walked a little further until the sound of Jeongin yelling with excitement filled your ears.

“OH FUCK YEAH, IT’S STILL HERE!”

You watched him dip behind a large compact dumpster only to come out rolling an abandoned shopping cart in front of him. He stopped right at your feet smiling his mischievous smile once again.

“Get in.”

“What?!”

“Get in the cart,” he shrugged as if it was the obvious thing to do. “Just do it. I’ll push you around in it.”

“Absolutely the fuck not!” You laughed taking a step back.

“Why not?”

“Because I could get hurt?!”

“No you won’t,” he pouted as he shook his head. “I used to do this kind of stuff all the time. I promise it’s fun.”

“Dude… what?” Your hands reached up to slowly rake your fingers through your hair. 

Jeongin was weird. He was always weird. He was the kind of guy who could look at you with the sweetest face and then go and do something so completely out of pocket that you wouldn’t even see it coming. But he was never the type to drag you out in the early hours of the morning just to do something like this. It didn’t feel like him. It felt like he was trying to compensate for something. 

“What do you mean you used to do this all the time?”

It was then that Jeongin’s facade began to crumble. He slowly pursed his lips, stared down at the shopping cart, and his eyes changed. They were dark, filled with sorrow; there were full moons where his beautiful crescents used to be.

“My–uh–ex… and I used to do this kind of thing before… we…” 

His voice trailed off. And after pulling out your phone to remind yourself of the day’s date, everything seemed to make more sense.

It was February 11th. Three days before Valentine’s day. And three days before the year anniversary of Jeongin getting dumped by the girl who broke his heart.

You looked up at him with genuine concern and he laughed away whatever sympathy it seemed you had towards him. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” he pleaded. “It'll only make me feel worse. I’m fine, really.”

You didn’t believe him. But there was also no sense in trying to fight with someone who was clearly already fighting with his own demons. So you did what any other good friend would do.

You got in the cart.

“If I get hurt, I swear I’m going to kill you.”

“Wouldn’t even dream about it princess,” he mumbled, happier than ever at your sudden change of heart.

He pushed you, pulled you, spun you around until you got dizzy. He pushed the cart at full speed then jumped onto the bottom railing of the cart so that you were both riding it, only stopping to jump off right as you both almost hit a wall. You yelled at him for it, but he didn’t seem to mind. Your happy screams made him feel the most content he had ever been in his entire life.

It was like he needed it. He loved it. And as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you loved it even more.

When you eventually decided to tap out, he helped lift you from your little wheeled prison.

You wrapped your arms around Jeongin’s neck and stood inside the cart. He grabbed you right above your knees and helped lift you as you jumped; causing the cart to be slightly kicked away in the process. 

A little squeak escaped from you during the process. Jeongin swore he had never heard anything so cute before.

When your feet finally felt ground again, a mutual laugh was shared between you both. It went on for a bit before you realized Jeongin had suddenly gone quiet and was now staring at you. His moons were crescent once again and you could tell by how his lip ring wiggled that he was starting to fidget with it using his tongue. He was getting nervous for some reason. And now, after noticing how pretty his piercing made his lips look, you were starting to get nervous too.

“What’s wrong now?” Your eyes never left his as you asked.

He observed you for a second, taking in your frumpy little demeanor. Your hair was frizzy, your jacket was falling off your left shoulder, the shorts you were wearing were practically covered by your shirt, and your sneakers looked so worn out he could practically see how they were going to fall apart soon. Nothing about you was perfect, but yet you were perfect. And he absolutely adored you.

“Nothing,” he said as he took a step closer to you. “Just thinking.”

You also took a step closer. “About?”

“About how God knew exactly what he was doing when he led me to you.”

“Really?” You both stepped forward this time. “That seems a little far-fetched, you know.”

The two of you were so close now that you could practically feel each other’s breath as you spoke.

“And you know I have control over my own thoughts, right?”

The two of you found each other somehow.

You couldn’t remember who kissed who first… Or when your arms wrapped around Jeongin’s neck… Or when Jeongin’s hand ended up resting on your chin to pull you even deeper into the kiss…

You just knew that in a basement somewhere there was a stack of burned polaroids. And as long as Jeongin kissed you like this, you knew there’d never be a polaroid of you finding that same fate anytime soon.

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[mirisss]

Chapter 6

Wordcount ≈ 3.4k

Warnings: Anxiety, panic-attack, trauma, self-doubt, let me know if I should add anything else,

Taglist: @ayoo-bangtan, @lose-lose07, @kingcarrot-thecarrotking, @starjane312, @reighlee-greaves​, @hi-39024,@queenmea604, @septicrebel, @justayoungandwisefangirl

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That night, (Y/n) dreamt of how tomorrow would be. The company. The thought was a bit frightening but also exciting, to see how her family worked. She wanted to see it, she wanted to know what they did, after spending some time with 3racha she was curious about the others. Tomorrow will be a good day, it has to be. 

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

(Y/n)’s POV

*RRRRIIIINNNGGGG*

The first thing I heard as I began waking from my deep slumber was the melodic ringing of Minho’s alarm. Though, Minho himself did not seem to hear it as his breathing was just as slow and steady as earlier during the night. I woke up once during the night because I had ended up kicking away my comforter and feeling cold. I stretched in my bed still lying down before I sat up rubbing my eyes to try and rub the sleepiness away. Which did, in fact, not work. I stretched one more time before standing up and quietly walked over to the bed in which Minho was sleeping, the alarm still ringing from his phone on the bedside table. He must have been really tired if he didn’t notice the loud alarm that had been ringing for about 5 minutes. I looked at the phone and turned the alarm off then I looked over at the dancer who seemed very peaceful. I gently shook him a little, “Minho, Minho, you need to wake up, it’s 5.38 am,” I heard some commotion outside the door to Minho’s room meaning at least two others were awake. Finally, after me shaking him for a bit and trying to talk him awake he responded. “Hmm, oh, yeah, huh? oh, (Y/n), I’ll get up,” Once I saw that he was actually awake I stepped away from the bed and made my way over to Jeongin’s room as he was mostly in charge of my clothes as the group's fashionista, also he was surprisingly the only one with room for more clothes in his closet. 

Just before leaving Minho, I looked behind me to make sure he was actually getting up, which he was. “I’ll go get ready, are you making breakfast today as well?” “Huh? Oh, uh, no. Days like these we usually eat at the company at around 8-9, Chan-hyung and Binnie sometimes make a protein shake or something like that but the rest of us usually eat later, why? Do you want me to make something?” “No, it’s fine. I’m not hungry, I was more asking in case you needed the help,” Minho gave me a cute smile, “That’s very sweet of you, but you should save that spirit for the company. We have a busy day ahead of us,” I nodded, and then I hurried out to find I.N. 

As I opened the door from Minho’s bedroom I was met with the mess that is Stray Kids in the morning. First I saw Chan with a dumbbell in one hand and a glass full of some pink-brownish liquid - probably one of those protein smoothies shakes Minho told me about. He noticed me and gave me a smile before continuing with his breakfast-work out whatever he was doing. I turned my head and was met with a yawning Seungmin who was about to walk into me as he had his eyes closed while yawning. “Woah, sorry (Y/n). Didn’t - uh - see you there, I haven't fully woken up yet,” “It’s okay, just be careful. You could hurt yourself,” I tried smiling at him full of energy, but even I was struggling to stay awake. For the first time in my life I can sleep without worry and to be honest, it is the best sleep I have ever experienced, I hope to always have these kinds of slumbers. After giving me a quick little nod he continued his path toward the kitchen, probably. And I continued on my way to Jeongin. 

“Morning bunny!” “Good morning Felix!” “(Y/n), did you sleep well?” “Yes, I slept very well! How about you Hyunjin?” “That’s good! Yes, I did. You on your way to Innie?” “Yes, I need to look good for my first day working, right?” Hyunjin laughed as I said that. “You always look good, and I’m sure Innie will have something nice thought out for you,” I nodded my head before walking a little further. I passed by Han’s door and I could hear him rushing around inside, I decided I would say good morning later as he was busy now. Finally, right before I came to Innie’s room, I ran into Changbin, or rather, Changbin ran into me. “Holy, woah, OMG I’M SO SORRY (Y/n), I didn’t mean to bump into you. Are you okay?” Changbin looked over me as if a car had run over me. It made it even worse when I flinched at his raised voice. I knew that neither Changbin nor any other members would ever hurt me, but it was a reflex to flinch away from someone with a raised voice. “I promise, I’m okay,” Different from the previous morning greetings the last minutes my voice now only came out as a whisper, I wanted to be confident, I wanted to stop being scared of everyone, I wanted to be normal. But I can’t. Not now and perhaps maybe never. I saw the worry swirling inside Changbin’s eyes, I saw how he wanted to go back in time and change everything. I just shook my head, I have to come past this weakness, maybe if I wasn’t coddled after something happened, I would grow stronger. I walked passed Binnie until I reached Jeongin’s room. The door was ajar so I lightly pushed it open, I found Innie inside the room holding some of the clothes they had bought for me the day before. 

“Good morning Jeongin,” I.N turned his head so quickly I thought he would end up with whiplash, he raised his hands one at a time holding the shirts in front of him, probably imagining the clothes on me. He was tilting his head and he didn’t seem to be able to pick one over the other. “Hm, morning sweetie,” My heart skipped a beat as the nickname fell out of his mouth so smoothly. “Are we feeling cream white or soft pink? Hmm, both are cute… Bunny, do you know how cold it is outside?” “Um, no sorry,” “No worries, let me check on my phone” Innie laid the shirts down on his bed with a couple of pants and skirts and whatnot before checking his phone. “Hm, it is not too cold outside and we’re going to be inside mostly but you might get cold in the dance studio… Hmm, the cream hoodie it is… Okay, let’s get you dressed. We’re kind of in a hurry,” He gave me his signature smile which in turn made me smile, I had calmed down from the incident with Changbin, I hope he isn’t feeling too bad about it. I’m just being silly… Right? I’m just silly. I tried to shake away that feeling and calm down, I knew that I was a little tense about today. I’m going to meet a lot of new people and I might get overwhelmed but I’m supposed to be there for the boys so that can’t happen. What if they don’t want to keep me if I can’t keep it together? They wouldn’t abandon me, would they? My pulse was rising at an alarming rate, my breathing was erratic, and I began seeing how Stray Kids would abandon me if I didn’t meet their expectations. I would lose my one true home. 

I was brought back to reality by Jeongin who had enveloped me in a gentle hug, I could hear him lowly whispering my name and that it would be okay. I noticed that we were no longer standing up but rather sitting on the floor. I wasn’t sure how we ended up on the floor but here we were. “(Y/n), it’s okay. Don’t worry, everything will be fine. (Y/n), darling, please calm down, you need to breathe, okay? Just take a deep breath,” I wanted to answer but I couldn’t, I tried taking a deep breath but it was futile, I could barely tell if I was breathing. “Breathe with me, baby. Everything is okay, you’re alright.” I.N continued trying to calm me down which eventually worked after a couple of tries I managed to take a couple of deep breaths and I could finally respond. “Thank you,” I was barely audible but Innie had heard me. “(Y/n), what happened? Did I do something to trigger you? Did something happen earlier?” Jeongin was gently stroking my head, an act which was very soothing for my panicking mind. “I’m just being silly. I’m sorry. We’re going to be late because of me,” “Hey, bunny. No, don’t say you’re being silly. I know we don’t know your entire story but we understand that you have been through a lot and that certain days are going to be difficult, and we are never going to blame you for these things. So please don’t shut us out, talk with us, with me, when something is bothering you or making you worry no matter what it is,” I shifted away from him a tiny bit just to see his face but not enough for him to stop touching my hair. Jeongin was looking at me with such sincerity and what I want to say was love. “I just, can’t help but think of all the ways I will let you guys down and when that happens you’ll abandon me like everyone else,” Jeongin’s eyes swarmed with even more adoration and sadness after I said that. “(Y/n), if we were like that, that we kick people out for not being perfect then none of us would be here. I definitely wouldn’t be here, I was struggling so much in the beginning, I had no confidence and I almost gave up. I wanted so badly to be an idol but so many people told me that I would never be able to reach that dream because I didn’t have any talent and I believed them. When I first joined SKZ I was a mess, I tried to act like I knew everything even though I didn’t because I didn’t want the others to tell me I was bad. But once I finally opened up to them they helped me become better, they accepted me for who I was flaws and all and they helped me grow into the idol I am today. We all have our own stories and our own pasts. Do you want to know one of the reasons why we named our team ‘Stray Kids’?” I was so close to crying hearing Jeongin tell me his story or at least part of it. I couldn’t say anything so I simply answered with a barely noticeable nod. “All of us come from different pasts and when we found each other we felt lost like we didn’t belong anywhere, we were Stray kids, kids with no home but we found a home in each other. All of us together make a whole, we care so much for each other no matter the flaws or pasts we have. And the same goes for you, we care so so so much about you, and your past, what you have been through is not your fault, and we would never kick you out. You’re one of us now, a Stray Kid, and that, that’s forever” By now I was full-on crying. The day had barely begun and I was already a mess. Jeongin continued to lovingly stroke my hair, I noticed how the pattern of his breaths had changed signalling that he too felt emotional after sharing his story with me. I slightly shifted my position on the floor once again so that my torso and chest were facing Jeongin’s front, then I laid my arms around him ever so carefully and gave him a hug. My hands naturally found the pace at which he was stroking my hair so that I could match it with the pace I was stroking his back. We sat like that for about 3 minutes before we calmed down and stopped crying and whatnot.

I once again realized that these eight boys are my home, my forever home, my last home. I have many demons that will haunt me for the rest of my life, my past isn’t easy and I know that it will be difficult to move forward with this heavy baggage holding me back, but ever so slightly day by day with these guys, it gets a little easier. Step by step. I will reach the light, and I will stay there, with them. It will take time, but that’s okay. With them, I’m safe. With them, I have found happiness. We all have our struggles, I will try to stop being ashamed of my past and start opening up, bit by bit, just like they are. 

Reluctantly, as I didn’t really want to leave his arms yet, I pushed myself away from Jeongin’s embrace. “We need to hurry, we should have been ready like 5 minutes ago,” I could only muster up a nervous smile as I was now thinking about how the rest of the day would be once we reached the company. I.N gave me a nod and a reassuring smile before he stood up and held me up too. He handed me the outfit he had picked out and then left the room to give me privacy so that I could change into it. I changed so quickly that I almost thought I had turned into the Flash or something. Once I came out of I.N’s room I couldn’t see any of the boys around but I heard their voices coming from the hallway so I jogged there. As I turned the corner into the entry hallway I found all eight boys fully dressed and ready to go. “Sorry, that I’m late,” “Don’t worry about it (Y/n), we still have plenty of time to get there. We’re actually ready earlier than most days,” Even though I could hear the wavering of Chan’s voice, revealing that he was lying, I felt relieved that they would tell a white lie to reassure me this time. I needed that to know that they didn’t blame me, to know that they weren’t angry. I noticed that Binnie looked a bit sad though, I guessed that he was still feeling bad about our interaction a little earlier. I wasn’t ready to talk about it but I didn’t want him to feel bad about it so I hoped I could relieve him some other way. As we left the apartment I found my chance. I walked with haste in my steps to catch up with Changbin and once I reached him I grabbed a hold of one of his hands, this caused him to stop dead in his tracks. He was looking at our interlocked hands before he looked up and met my eyes. I smiled at him before I began walking again, lightly tugging his hand that I kept intertwined with my own. Even though I wasn’t looking at him I could tell he was smiling once again. His aura and his vibe had turned happy again.  We got in the two cars and drove to the company. The entire ride I was just sitting there taking it all in, completely quiet as I listened to the hyung line speaking, still holding Changbin’s hand as a form of comfort for both him and myself. Trying to prepare myself for what is to come. 

~At the company ~

Third person POV

Once the group finally arrived at the company the boys all let deep sighs in some form of preparation. (Y/n) nervously looked out of the window toward the tall building, from one perspective it looked quite inviting as if inside that building there was a whole new world, from another perspective it looked like something from a horror movie, at least in (Y/n)’s opinion. (Y/n) knew that it wouldn’t be easy, not now and probably not in the future either however it would get easier as she gets used to it. With shaky steps and a worried frown, (Y/n) got out of the car following the SKZ members toward the entrance of the building. The second they got inside the building (Y/n) was hit with a tsunami wave of stimulus, so many sounds, scents, lights, and people. It was overwhelming, the hybrids knees almost gave out under her. However, the second she began to waver Bang Chan was at her side and he lightly put an arm around her waist - barely touching her but he used enough contact for her to know he was there. The touch was very welcomed, it helped ground (Y/n) and remind her that she is safe because they are there with her. (Y/n) shook her head in order to shake away the anxiety, or at least attempt to. “Are you okay?” Bang Chan whispered the question so that only (Y/n) would hear it. “I think so, thank you,” “No worries, we- I am here for you,” Chan began removing his arm from around her but (Y/n) wasn’t quite ready to leave the safety of his embrace but she did understand that it might not be practical for him to walk around like that so she settled for a better solution. As soon as his hand was back by his side (Y/n) took hold of it. She shyly looked up at him hoping that he would say it was okay to do this. Chan looked back at her with a happy and bright smile and then a little nod. “Okay, let’s go, everyone. First on today’s list is a meeting regarding our next comeback, Changbin, Han and I have been working on a couple of songs but we have a lot to discuss with you guys too. After that, we have another meeting regarding some variety show appearance or something like that. Then we have breakfast time, and after that, we have a couple of hours to work on whatever we want so 3racha will be working on songs and the rest of you will either be there with us or doing your own things. That’s pretty much the plan for today,” Bang Chan said before he began walking, slightly pulling (Y/n) with him by their connected hands. 

After a couple of minutes, the group came to the meeting room. (Y/n) froze in front of the door, worried once again about what would happen. This time though, she wasn’t shaking. Han walked up to her and tapped her shoulder, (Y/n) turned her head in his direction trying to appear calm but Han saw how stressed her eyes were. How could he not? He knew exactly was she was feeling, Han himself has struggled with anxiety for many years so he saw a bit of himself in the bunny. “Hey, you’ll be okay. I know it seems very scary but you will be okay, we are here, and we won’t leave you alone, not for a single second. You can hold my hand if you want to, for the entire day, you can hold onto me, I won’t push you away, I will be here if you need to find comfort in someone, okay? And, if anyone is mean to you, we’ll tell Chan-hyung and he’ll take care of it. That person won’t ever be mean to you again after that, so you will be okay. We will be okay together,” He finished with a convincing smile, (Y/n) couldn’t help but smile back at him because he was speaking so seriously yet doing silly faces, all to help make (Y/n) feel safe. Maybe it won’t be as bad as I thought. I have them after all. Come at me world, I’m not alone anymore, I have a family that will protect me now. So give me your worst, I will be able to handle it as long as I have them. 

~ To be continued ~ 

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[cuddlepilefics]

Care Package

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Seungmin

Caregiver: mainly Minho

Prompt by: @sicktember

Seungmin catches a cold before having to stay in a hotel a distance away from the dorm for an individual schedule. Will his friends still manage to take care of him long distance?

No one’s POV.:

Seungmin was scheduled to participate in a TV show, which he had been looking forward to for a long time. The shoot wasn’t too close to their dorm, so it had been decided that the vocalist would be staying in a hotel closer to the set for the scheduled two days. Two days didn’t seem too long and he was pretty excited when the date got closer. He’d have to pack his luggage soon but there wasn’t much he would need, at least, not that he could think of. His stylists would take care of the outfits he’d be wearing on set and he didn’t need that much more for only two days. What Seungmin hadn’t planned on though, was him waking up a little under the weather a few days before his departure. Over night it had become impossible for the vocalist to breathe through his nose and his head was all fuzzy, aching slightly. They had a dance practice scheduled for the day, so he rolled out of bed, wincing at how stiff his muscles felt before making his way to the kitchen to get a drink.

Exciting his room, Seungmin was surprised at how cold the rest of the dorm was in comparison to his room but he could faintly remember getting up during the night and adjusting the aircon in his room because he had felt cold. Still half asleep, Seungmin was solely focused on his task of getting a glass of water and didn’t notice his dormmate entering the kitchen at the same time. Tiredly rubbing his eyes, Minho greeted: “Good morning.” His dongsaeng, who had just grabbed a glass from the cupboard, jumped and almost dropped it as he looked at Minho in shock. “Good morning, hyung”, Seungmin rasped, still a little shaken, “I really didn’t see you there.” – “Mhm, it’s early”, the dancer agreed, not surprised that the other was still a bit out of it. What did surprise him though, was how scratchy his dongsaeng’s voice sounded. Sipping his water, Seungmin gave a soft sniffle and shuddered when the cool liquid entered his stomach. Next to him, Minho was starting to make breakfast, aware of the intense practice session they had scheduled for today. “Could you do me a favor and check if Felix and Jeongin are up already?”, the dancer asked, setting four plates onto the counter. Seungmin nodded sleepily before shuffling down the hallway to check on his friends.

He had thought the water would soothe the irritation in his throat but it had down little other than give him chills. Why had he had to take water straight from the fridge, of course it’d be cold. Sniffling into the cuff of his sleeve, Seungmin knocked against Felix’ bedroom door and received a low ‘coming’ before he moved on to Jeongin’s room. While Felix and Jeongin joined Minho at the dining table, Seungmin went back to his room and changed into thick sweatpants, also putting on a scarf to keep his neck warm. When he joined his dormmates, Minho had already scooped some fried eggs onto his plate, knowing what his dongsaeng liked best. Although Seungmin appreciated the gesture, he didn’t feel too hungry today, mainly pushing the food around his plate. “Seungmin-ah”, Minho called, finally catching the vocalist’s attention, who seemed to have spaced out, “You need to eat well. We’ll be dancing a lot today.” The younger only nodded, picking up another bite. He knew where his hyung was coming from. He’d need the energy today but every bite scratched his throat.

Once they met up with the rest of the group and headed to the practice room, Hyunjin had started to bother Seungmin. It was all in good spirit, the dancer being over affectionate, insisting: “You’ll leave us soon and I’ll have to last days without you. You can’t deny me cuddles now, Minnie.” Watching his dongsaeng shift in discomfort, Minho made sure to keep Hyunjin busy and had him lead bigger parts of their practice. Seungmin was grateful for this. It wasn’t like he disliked his hyung being affectionate and he didn’t want to be rude either, so he didn’t tell him off, but the truth was, he felt worse the more time passed and he really didn’t want to be touched right now. He had hoped the stiffness in his muscles would leave once he had warmed up and started dancing but it didn’t take long for his muscles to burn from the strain. Too busy sniffling back the congestion in his nose, Seungmin didn’t hear Hyunjin’s explanation for the next dance move and excused himself to the bathroom. He was still out of breath when he pulled out a few tissues and blew his nose. Dancing was a struggle with his nose blocked entirely and now it had also started to run. Seungmin had to go through multiple tissues before he felt like he could at least somewhat breathe again and cringed, washing his hands. This was disgusting.

The rest of the dance practice passed in a blur and Seungmin had done surprisingly well, despite being out of it and getting a little dizzy from time to time. His members also weren’t too hard on him when he took a while to get a section right. They could all tell he wasn’t on top of his game today. Chan even offered him to sit out because he’d need to be healthy for his TV show appearance. “Yah, it’s not that bad, hyung”, Seungmin whined, his voice sounding flat, “I’m just a bit stuffed up.” He couldn’t help but flush, embarrassed that his hyung didn’t think he could handle himself. How bad did he have to look for them to notice his cold this easily? “Just saying”, the leader shrugged, “If you rest earlier, it might not get as bad but if you keep pushing yourself, it’ll probably get worse and I can only speak for myself but I’d rather be sick at home than at a hotel.” – “But I’m not even really sick. Just sniffly”, Seungmin argued, fighting the urge to sniffle again. Why did his nose have to run right now? Chan didn’t push the matter any further, knowing the younger could get incredibly stubborn, especially when cornered. He only wanted his dongsaeng to know that it was okay and maybe even a strategically smart move to take a break.

Unsurprisingly, Seungmin pushed through the rest of the day, completely drained by the time they got back to the dorm. It went without saying that the vocalist got the first turn showering, the others insisting that he still needed to pack later, when in reality they just wanted him washed up and in warm, comfortable clothes, instead of hanging around in his sweat-through practice clothes. They had already decided to eat together at the dorm Minho shared with the maknae-line, so they could all spend some more time with Seungmin before his departure. Once the others had washed up and changed their clothes at their dorm, they came over and Chan, Changbin and Jeongin started to prepare a soup for dinner.

While Seungmin was packing and most of the members busy preparing dinner or laying the table, Minho grabbed his own toiletry bag and started putting together a care package for his dongsaeng. He knew Seungmin could take care of himself but making sure he had the supplies he’d need to do so, couldn’t hurt. The dancer threw in a box of painkillers and fever-reducers, adding a nasal spray and three travel packs of tissues. He knew his friend always got incredibly congested when he caught a cold and often resorted to blowing his nose into toilet paper when he ran out of tissues, so it never took long for his nose to be rubbed raw. As Minho ventured out of his room to check if they had any cough drops he could pack for Seungmin, he ran into Felix, retrieving the last bag from their kitchen drawer. “I know Minnie might forget to bring them but doesn’t like being reminded what he needs to pack, so I wanted to sneak those into his luggage when he isn’t looking”, the Aussie explained quietly and Minho tugged him to his room to show what he already had prepared.

Curious, Jeongin had followed then and stood in the doorway, startling both of his hyungs when he noted: “You might want to add some fever patches too, so he can rest better at the hotel. Hyung will hide it if he starts running a fever, so I won’t inconvenience anyone.” – “Ah, you’re right”, Minho agreed, quickly slipping out of the room to fetch a few fever patches. The dancer always got too restless to sleep when he had a fever and he knew Seungmin couldn’t afford to lose sleep when he was sick and working, so if it helped the younger be more comfortable at the hotel at night, it definitely had to go into the bag too. With Felix and Jeongin’s help, Minho soon had a complete care package and only needed to wait for an opportunity to slip it into Seungmin’s luggage without the younger noticing.

Wearing thick sweatpants, a hoodie and a scarf, Seungmin shuffled out of his room as soon as he was done packing to join his friends for dinner. He was exhausted after a full day of dancing, which wasn’t too surprising, yet Chan noticed something else when he hugged the younger. His dongsaeng felt a bit warm to the touch too but when the leader pointed it out, he was brushed off. “I took a hot shower because and started to sweat while packing”, Seungmin laughed, not entirely believable but if he insisted that was the reason, Chan wouldn’t argue with him. It wasn’t a complete lie though, Seungmin had taken a hot shower, hoping to loosen his muscles and clear some of the congestion, but all the shower had done was giving him a headache. If he thought about it, he did feel a little feverish, which was probably also why he had gotten so sweaty while packing his luggage. He couldn’t admit to feeling bad though because that TV show appearance was a big chance and if he wasn’t well, Chan might make him stay home and rest. Seungmin could tell his friends were trying to take care of him even if he wasn’t openly admitting to being sick. As long as they weren’t overbearingly concerned and affectionate, he appreciated their subtle support more than he’d let on. He was grateful that they were all having soup for dinner, doubting he’d manage to swallow any solid food without irritating his throat.

Seungmin’s condition didn’t improve as time passed but it also didn’t get significantly worse, so he soon found himself on a few-hour drive to the set. The members had bid him goodbye early in the morning before they had to leave for their schedule, while Seungmin had another hour before a driver would pick him up. He used the time to make himself some tea, adding honey before pouring it into a thermos for him to take along on the drive. His nose luckily wasn’t as runny as it had been but he had developed a quite bothersome cough, which had kept him up for most of the previous night. Well, that and the excitement. He had been looking forward to this for so long, so even if he was sick, he should still enjoy himself.

His memory about the drive was foggy when he got out of the car. Seungmin had slept through most of it, catching up on the sleep he had lost the previous night. Still, it wasn’t a good rest as he woke himself up coughing frequently. He did try to make the best of it though, sipping his tea before going back to sleep. The nap gave him the energy he needed to pull himself together and be professional as soon as he arrived on set. Sleepily stumbling out of the car, Seungmin pulled up his scarf to cover his lips as he coughed in an attempt to clear his throat but his voice still came out raspy when he greeted the staff. He also didn’t look to great and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t hide the fact that he wasn’t feeling well from anyone on set. It wasn’t as big of a deal as he had expected though. The stylists managed to make him look perfectly fine, covering the dark circles under his eyes, as well as the pinkish tint around his nostrils. Someone got him some painkillers for his headache before they started the shoot. Seungmin grew increasingly insecure about the way his voice sounded. It came out nasally and not nearly as clear as usual. Nobody pointed it out though as they didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

His stylist eventually got him a scarf that matched his outfit, which Seungmin was grateful for. He cursed himself for forgetting to bring cough drops as his voice got quieter and quieter the more he talked. The coughing was the worst as it kept interrupting the shoot frequently and Seungmin tended to fight it back to the point he could barely breathe, so he wouldn’t be a disruption. Somehow his throat managed to itch and ache at the same time, so as to not trigger another fit, Seungmin tried to breathe through his nose but ended up sniffling audibly. He tried to play it off by nudging his wrist against his nose but it only made his nose itch more. Knowing it’d be messy if he sneezed right now without having a tissue on him, the vocalist fought the urge to sneeze and kept rubbing at his nose to quell the itch. That only ended him back in front of his makeup artist to get his makeup retouched after rubbing it off but he quickly excused himself to the bathroom. Quickly tearing off a wad of toilet paper, Seungmin finally allowed himself to sneeze, half relieved that the itch was gone, half upset that the force had made his head pound but at least he wouldn’t mess up his makeup for a while. Shoving some more toilet paper into his pockets, he washed his hands and hurried back to get his makeup fixed.

When Seungmin was dropped off at the hotel that night, he was ready to drop. He had no idea where he had found the energy to finish his schedule for today but he was well aware that he had to do the same again tomorrow. With his throat still sore, he had considered going to a store to pick up a bag of cough drops to protect what little voice he had left but was too tired too. Undressing was a struggle, as his muscles burned with every move and he stumbled dizzily, almost tripping himself. It did feel nice to take a shower though. Seungmin opened his luggage and put on some comfortable clothes and a scarf, when he found Minho’s toiletry bag. In his hazy mind, he thought he had accidentally taken it and pulled out his phone to call his hyung and apologize. “Hey, it’s good to hear from you”, the older greeted, “How was your shoot today?” – “It was alright”, Seungmin rasped, coughing into his scarf, “Hyung, I’m so sorry, I must have mixed up our toiletry bags and take yours.”

There was a confused moment of silence, Seungmin anxiously biting his nails as he waited for his friend’s reaction. He was confused when Minho sighed: “You didn’t.” The vocalist heard some shuffling on the other end of the line before the older explained: “I put it there. Why don’t you open it?” Too out of it to really think about what was going on and why his hyung might have done that, Seungmin simply followed the instruction and opened the other’s toiletry bag. Minho could hear the zipper but his dongsaeng didn’t say anything. Overwhelmed and emotional from his fever, it took a moment for Seungmin to comprehend everything before he broke into tears. He hadn’t wanted his friends to go out of their way to care for him but they had done so anyway and he had cough drops now. Hearing soft sniffles, Minho asked Seungmin if he was still there and if everything was alright. “Are you crying?”, the dancer asked carefully. Shaking his head, Seungmin muttered: “No?” But a crack in his voice gave it away.

“You’re really not feeling good, hm?”, Minho hummed sympathetically and Seungmin didn’t have the energy to deny it, “If you already ate dinner, you can take something for the fever and headache. I put in some medicine for you.” Going through the care package his hyung had packed, Seungmin had to admit that he hadn’t eaten yet but let the older talk him into ordering some soup from the room service. While he waited for his late dinner to arrive, he sucked on a cough drop and asked Minho about what the group had done today. His voice was weak but he felt lonely and wanted to hear at least one of his friends’ voices, so the dancer told him about everything the rest of them had done that day, trying to distract the younger from his misery to the best of his abilities. He also agreed to keep his dongsaeng company over the phone, while the younger ate. “Ugh, I’m so stuffed up, I can’t even taste it”, Seungmin whined hoarsely, sniffling as the steam made his nose run. Cooing inwardly, Minho instructed: “There’s some nasal spray in my bag too. Use it and wait a few minutes before trying to blow your nose. It should help clear you up at least a little.” The younger did as he was told, excusing himself to the bathroom after a few minutes, while leaving his phone on the bed as he didn’t want his hyung to witness that.

Finally, able to use real tissues instead of toilet paper again, Seungmin blew his nose, going through multiple tissues. He was relieved when he could breathe a little easier and his skin didn’t sting as badly as it had earlier when he cleaned himself up. “How’re you feeling now?”, Minho asked gently, when the younger returned. Still sniffling softly, Seungmin admitted: “I can breathe again but I’m really tired.” – “That’s alright, just finish your food and take your medicine, then you can go to bed”, the dancer smiled, talking about everything and nothing just to keep talking and show his dongsaeng that he was still there, while the younger slowly finished his soup. Downing his pills with a few sips of water, Seungmin placed the bottle onto the nightstand along with a pack of tissues, well aware that he’d need them. “You ready to sleep?”, Minho asked quietly and the vocalist hummed in confirmation, “There are some fever patches too if you feel using them. Sleep well and get better soon, Seungmin-ah.” – “Thank you, hyung. Good night”, the younger sniffled, ending the call and plugging his phone in to charge. After sticking a fever patch to his forehead, Seungmin crawled into bed and curled up under the comforter, finally allowing himself to sleep, so he’d find the strength to power through another packed day tomorrow.

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dirty thoughts from a distance

pairing: dom!changmin x virgin!reader, best friends to lovers, college au!

synopsis: you masturbate while thinking of your best friend and he catches you moan out his name

word count: 3.8k

warnings: maybe slight angst, (getting caught) masturbating, mutual masturbation, sex in general ig

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this chapter is especially dedicated to @bangcrispychannie​ and anon who requested this kind of scenario ❤️

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for three years you wondered why you hadn't lost your virginity yet. it's not like you didn't have enough opportunities since you had been in two relationships so far, both lasted about five to seven months.

the feelings in your first relationship were been mostly one-sided however.

when a guy in your biology class named Minho confessed his crush for you, you thought that the only logical next step was to become a couple. you were quite flattered that he had taken such an interest in you and believed and hoped you would eventually develop feelings for him as well. the problem was you didn't. after not being able to be emotionally let alone physically intimate with him for a few months into your relationship, he finally confronted you and you confessed that you just couldn't bring yourself to see him that way. your relationship came to an end just before becoming a senior in high school.

in your last year, you got close with Seonghwa. you were seat neighbors in your english class and you'd chat all the time. he was perfectly sweet, smart and funny and you instantly got along just fine. you developed an interest in him and he seemed to feel the same way. he asked you out with a beautiful bouquet of flowers and some chocolate and you agreed to being his girlfriend without much thought. you caught yourself falling in love with this boy and didn't shy away from physical affection such as kissing and holding hands. you were convinced you were ready to give yourself to him during prom night but when it came to it you chickened out. a couple of hours before, you had found out that your best friend changmin had broken up with his girlfriend of six months.

for a long time you hadn't been able to decipher why you hadn't slept with Seonghwa then. as time passed, the unpleasant answer became clearer and clearer: you had brought up your hopes.

you had been best friends with changmin basically since you started elementary school. on the first day, he scared you with a stupid horror mask he had sneaked in from home and made you cry. he felt so guilty and was determined to make it up to you and to become friends. you had been inseparable ever since.

when he got his first girlfriend in junior year you were devastated. you convinced yourself that the reason for that was that you had been scared he was going to replace you as his best friend but in reality you had felt jealousy.

you were suppressing your feelings because if you confessed, things might become awkward. there was no way changmin could ever like you the same way.

all of this became more difficult as you moved in together for college. you were sharing an apartment now and every day, it became harder to avoid your growing and troublesome feelings. your heart would beat faster whenever he walked around shirtless (which was most of the time) and you decided to try to ignore him. this was especially difficult since you wanted to appreciate his physique. when had he become this handsome? changmin had been dancing all his life so he had always been fit but now that he was majoring in it and training most of the time, his body had developed and he had become super toned and his abs were more prominent.

he'd often make his way into your dreams and you'd let him do inappropriate things with you. you'd wake up wet and needy and even more confused. you were ashamed of seeing him this way. this was not how one normally thought about their best friend.

it was a wednesday morning and you were eating breakfast when changmin joined you in the kitchen. he flashed you a big smile, making his pretty dimples appear which you didn't see as you did not look at him.

'good morning, y/n!' he greeted you in a good mood. you just grunted in response, intensely staring at the cereal swimming in your bowl.

the fact that you couldn't even spare him a glance hurt changmin but he tried to not let it show. he wanted to get you to talk to him.

'do you want to watch a movie and play some board games today after class?' he proposed. you hadn't spent a lot of time together ever since you had become aware of your feelings.

'I have an essay due tomorrow,' you quickly made up as an excuse. the corners of changmin's mouth twitched but you didn't notice as you were too preoccupied with doing anything that didn't include looking at him.

'then maybe on the weekend. or next-' 'I'll be busy,' you interjected. 'I have lots to do.' you stressed the lots to emphasize there was absolutely no way you would be able to hang out with him any time soon.

'umm… okay. I'll be going to class.' he told you dejected. your heart sank but you didn't respond. he was wondering whether he had done anything to make you upset but he couldn't wrap his mind around it. this had been going on for a while and he was starting to become desperate.

when you first got the apartment you spent every free minute of the day together, happy that you finally moved out and could be with each other 24/7, but then you stopped talking to him completely out of nowhere. from one day to the other, you would avoid leaving your room when he was outside and barely talked to him anymore. at first, changmin thought you were just stressed and that you'd eventually warm up again when exam season came to an end but a few months had passed and, if anything, the situation was even worse than before.

you were watching the time and after ten minutes you decided to leave for classes as well. you had started doing this so you couldn't possibly catch up to him and risk having a conversation.

'hey, y/n, what's up!' your friend chanhee hugged you when you arrived on campus. you were both majoring in fashion design and were getting along on well since the beginning of the first semester.

you sighed exasperatedly. 'changmin's up.' you puffed your cheeks and pouted. chanhee nodded knowingly. he was the only person who was aware of your little secret and that was only because you had accidentally drunk confessed the whole story to him at your first college party.

'you know maybe you should tell him. this whole thing is clearly not making you happy and I saw changmin walk by a few minutes ago. if I had to guess I'd say he was in an even worse mood than you. someone accidentally ran into him and he pushed them hard and called them names. it's not like him to overreact like this. he's usually super collected. I think you finally managed to break his spirit,' chanhee reported to you.

this had never been what you intended. why did everything have to be so difficult? you didn't want to be the cause of your best friend's unhappiness.

'he must feel like I despise him. but I cannot confess to him, that would be the end of our friendship!' you were constantly torn apart by this dilemma.

'well, if you're not gonna act on your feelings, maybe try to move on? find something casual or serious with someone new? then you'd forget all about changmin and you'd be able to go back to acting normal around him' he suggested.

chanhee's advice didn't sound too bad. if you couldn't get with changmin then you had to de-crush yourself and find somebody different to focus your emotional energy on. but on who?

'is there anyone you could think of?' you ask chanhee. he had great taste in practically everything so you highly valued his opinion.

'hmm, you could potentially try younghoon hyung? I've seen him eyeing you for weeks now and he even told me thinks your gorgeous.' he wiggled his eyebrows teasingly.

younghoon was a pretty art student, whom chanhee knew from high school. you didn't talk to him often, mostly at parties and he wasn't exactly your type but you tried to remember shouldn't judge him by his first impression when you haven't even got to know him.

chanhee pulled out his phone and soon you felt yours vibrate in your back pocket. you looked at him questioningly.

'I sent you his number in case you're interested,' he explained proudly. he put his hand on your shoulder and you could see the concern in his eyes. 'you really need to get over changmin if don't want to confess,' he insisted firmly.

so you decided to text younghoon during class. he was very polite and you thought he was cute as he seemed excited to talk to you. you agreed to hang out sometime to get to know each other and decided to meet up friday for dinner.

after the end of your classes, you walked home to warm up yesterday's leftovers. to your dismay, changmin had also decided to come home for once. since you began acting all weird and refused to eat with him, he usually spent lunch time with his dance mates as they had practice after anyway. why had he decided to come here today? your question was answered when he ran up to you, smiling from ear to ear and you noticed he was hiding something behind his back.

'you know how there is a blackpink concert downtown on friday? guess what!' he held up two tickets. surely you would at least agree to spend time with him if it meant being able to see your favorite group, right?

he must have gone through so much trouble to get tickets for you and since blackpink were your favorite music artists you were actually contemplating on going but then you remembered you had made plans.

'I can't. I'm going out with younghoon friday night.'

'kim younghoon?' he raised an eyebrow skeptically.

'why would you to be spending time together? I didn't know he was even talking to you,' he questioned you. anger was boiling inside of you.

'maybe it's because you don't know everything about me,' you snapped at him. you were aware that you were being harsh but somehow his words hurt you. why did he doubt you? did he think you weren't able to get with someone as awesome and popular as younghoon? did he not consider you pretty enough?

the microwave beeped, indicating your food was ready, making you snap out of your thoughts.

'y/n, I swear, that's not what I meant.' he stepped directly in front of you so you were forced to look at him. you stared deep into his pleading eyes as you closed the microwave door, turned your back to him, stomped to your room and slammed the door shut, leaving changmin behind in the kitchen.

your whole body was tense as you listened closely to any sounds coming from outside and felt relieved when you heard the front door close. feeling sad and depressed always made you feel tired so you decided to take a nap to forget about all the negative feelings.

when you woke up you were horny af. you had a dream about changmin taking you on the kitchen counter and now your panties were completely soaked with your arousal.

desperate, you pulled them down and tossed them somewhere to the side. it didn't matter. you needed relief now.

you closed your eyes as you slowly started rubbing your clit, imagining it was changmin's slender fingers touching you instead. your imagination was running wild and you sped up the tempo.

eventually, you plunged your middle finger and then your index finger inside you, pretending that changmin was stretching your walls with his cock.

you moaned loudly and picked up the pace, chasing your high. oh, how much you wished he was the one making you come.

'yes?' you opened your eyes and gasped loudly as you saw changmin watching you from the doorway. you hecticly pulled up your blankets to your chest to cover your naked lower body. for how fucking long had he been standing there?

'oh fuck, changmin...' you cursed out loud.

to your surpise he laughed. 'oh, is this why you have been so distant? were you embarrassed about imagining doing dirty things with me?' your cheeks were burning red and you were unable to move a muscle.

'you know, if you had told me you were thinking of me while doing it then I could've helped you out already. that would have spared both of us a lot of frustration.' he stepped into the room and pulled the sheets away, his hungry eyes fixed on your desperately dripping pussy. you tried to hide it with your hands.

'n-no… what are you saying? aren't we best friends? ' you couldn't comprehend what was happening right now. the way he was acting was so unexpected that you didn't know how to react or what to say. he brushed his hand over your burning cheeks. his eyes were conveying disparity.

'but what if I told you I don't care? that I like you? that I see you as more than just my best friend?'

'wait, you like me?' you couldn't believe your ears. was he actually reciprocating your feelings?

he groaned in exasperation. 'y/n, why did you think I ended things with my ex out of the blue?' you shrugged your shoulders as you weren't sure. you had thought it was because she had lost interest in him, at least that's what changmin had told you back then.

'because I realized I was in love you, you dumbass. how could I be together with someone if I had feelings for someone else?'

'I actually ruined my chances of having sex with seonghwa for the first time for the same reason. it was just after I had found out about the breakup,' you confessed, relieved that you were finally beginning to make sense of everything.

he climbed onto the mattress and positioned his knees next to your closed legs, leaning his hands on the wall behind you so that he was hovering above you.

'I'm sorry that you lost that opportunity. let me make it up to you,' he whispered with his face mere inches from yours and then kissed you. losing all self-restraint, you immediately pulled his body closer so that he was straddling you. after all these months filled with sexual frustration and just frustration in general, you were desperate for his touch. your hands wandered under his dance shirt and you were finally able to touch those abs you had been secretly admiring for so long.

you broke the kiss to take off both of your shirts and changmin skillfully unclasped your bra.

while his tongue was exploring the insides of your mouth, his hands were kneading your breasts, occasionally rubbing and pinching your hardened nipples. you felt his hard dick press against your lower abdomen as he grinded himself into you to get friction.

after having dreamt about this moment for so long, you felt impatient. this was too good to be true and you were scared that if you didn't act quick, your bubble would bust.

without thinking twice about it, you pulled down the hem of his sweatpants and boxers just far enough so you could easily reach inside and whip out his dick. you stopped for a moment to admire his length. it looked even better than you had ever imagined in any of your wildest dreams.

he sat upright, leaning on the wall behind you, while you stroked his cock. he was sensitive to your touch and not shy to show you how well you were doing by responding with moans.

'fuck, y/n. you're doing amazing.' his praise made you eager to show him just how good you could make him feel. your lack of experience was barely noticeable as the adrenaline flowing through your veins was guiding you.

you tapped his thighs to signalize him to inch closer. that way your mouth had easier access to his dick. you hesitantly licked up his length and were fascinated by how he tasted. wanting to have more of it, you swirl your tongue around his pink tip. changmin eventually became impatient and forced more of his dick inside your mouth so you tried to take as much of him as you could but your gag reflex made it difficult for you. instead, you worked your hands where your mouth couldn't do its job.

not wanting you to feel neglected, changmin reached behind him to stimulate your clit. he skillfully started rubbing all the right places and you moaned around him, sending vibrations through his cock.

he couldn't take this stimulation for much longer before he had to force himself to pull out of your mouth.

'wow, you almost made me come there.' he panted heavily. 'but I want to be inside you first.' you got lost in his touch as he placed a long kiss on your lips but a sudden thought brought you back to reality.

'wait, I don't have a condom,' you informed him embarrassed. you hadn't planned to lose your virginity any time soon so you hadn't bought any. did that mean the end of this wonderful dream?

but changmin laughed light heartedly. 'no need to worry. hold up, let me get some from my room.' you relaxed again as he disappeared and came back shortly with a condom wrapper in his hand.

you were prepared for him to start right away and took a deep breath in preparation but he didn't do anything.

'I don't think it's a good idea to start yet since I haven't even prepared you. the last thing I would want to do is hurt you so just lay back.'

he positioned your legs over his shoulders so your hips were hovering in the air. you felt his warm breath against your vagina before he drove his tongue inside you, seeing for himself how wet he had made you and tasting your arousal. you clasped your hands over your mouth to stop yourself from releasing any sounds.

'don't do that. I want to hear how good I make you feel,' changmin complained.

when he slid two fingers inside you, you couldn't hold it in anymore and let out some kind of aroused squeal. you felt self-conscious but it seemed like changmin was only more eager to please you.

at the same time, his tongue was abusing your swollen clit and it was impossible for you to hold back the curses that were spilling out of your mouth. the pleasure he was making you feel was a whole different sensation from anything else you've experienced before.

'more please, changmin!' you begged. you wanted more. you needed more. you needed him.

he carefully lowered your hips back down. 'are you sure you want this?' he asked you, waiting for you to clearly consent to having sex with him.

'I want you. you, and only you,' you reassured him and brought his face closer to kiss him. changmin's typical bright smile formed and you felt the butterflies in your stomach go crazy.

he positioned himself at your entrance, swiping his dick between your folds like a credit card to coat it with your juices.

you gripped his arms tightly as he pushed in. he slowly continued until all of him was buried deep inside you before stopping. the feeling of a whole penis inside of you was very different from your or changmin's fingers. it filled you up to the brim and was rubbing all the good spots. while it initially caused you a bit of discomfort, it wasn't overwhelming and it also felt good in a weird way.

when your walls finished adjusting to his length, he began to steadily move his dick in and out.

changmin intensely studied your face. he couldn't believe that after all those years you were finally close to being his. he wanted to savor every single expression you made while he was inside you.

you wrapped your legs around his torso, trying to push him deeper. he slammed his cock back inside you.

'you are mine,' he declared and started going harder and faster.

'I am yours,' you confirmed and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss.

because of the extensive foreplay and your own masturbation prior to this, it didn't take long until your walls were tightening around his dick and you felt an orgasm approaching.

driven wild by you clenching around his cock, he thrusted into you even faster. you rested your sweaty foreheads against each other as both of you almost came simultaneously.

changmin kissed the top of your head before he pulled out and threw away the used condom. you opened your arms and he let himself fall right into your embrace.

'I know this might be kind of weird to talk about right now but do you want to be my girlfriend?' Changmin asked you. he still wasn't too sure what all of this meant for your relationship and he desperately needed to know where your mind was at.

'after having liked you for all this time I'd be an idiot to say no.' 'you're an idiot anyway,' he teased. you slapped his arm.

'hey! I'm not the one who ignored you for a couple of months because my hormones are out of control.' you hid your face in the crook of his neck, too embarrassed face him.

'I'm really sorry for that. you just mean so much to me and I didn't want my feelings to get in the way of our friendship.' he stroked your hair.

'I do understand that. if I hadn't heard you moan my name today I wouldn't have acted on my feelings either. but all is good now, right?' 'right.' you smiled and placed a small kiss below his ear.

'there is still one thing you need to do,' changmin tried to remind you. you looked at him, puzzled.

'what do you mean?' 'younghoon,' he hinted. you immediately started looking for your phone. that date was definitely going to have to be cancelled. there was no need for you to find a distraction anymore since you had been granted your wish after all.

[jeongvision]

[ 4:33 PM ] ➞ [ 10:38 PM ] ➞ [ 6:21 PM ] ➞ [ 9:04 AM ]

pairing. husband! jeong jaehyun ✗ fem! reader

genre. fluff (!!), humor, domestic au, parent au, non idol au

warnings. y’all i’m so devastated that the father of my future child won’t be someone like jaehyun in this blurb :( heart been broke so many times

author’s note. this is the final installation of my timestamp mini-series! thank you all for reading and liking this! until next time <3

“Minho?” you called out.

The boy in question looks up to you with beady eyes, lips pursed from his mouth full of cereal. You chuckle at his silly demeanor and went to grab a napkin to wipe off the leftovers that stayed glued to his face. “Are you that hungry, baby? Did you eat anything for dinner last night?”

He swallows the remaining cereal in his mouth before answering you, proper etiquette he learned from you. “I did! Daddy cooked us some pasta last night,” he nods enthusiastically. There’s an excited look shining through his eyes, “It was really yummy, mommy!”

Just earlier, the 4-year-old boy woke up from his slumber after not feeling your presence in bed, confused as to where his mother could have gone. After walking out of yours and Jaehyun’s shared bedroom, careful to not wake up his father and twin sister in bed, he found you in the kitchen preparing breakfast. The delightful scent wafted through the air, waking up his tired eyes almost immediately. His two little feet brought him running to your legs, giggles filling in the spaces as his arms wrapped around your knee, hugging you with so much love that it melted your drowsiness away.

You tuck some strands away from his forehead, fingers weaving through his soft locks. “Yes, daddy does cook some really good food, huh?” You smile at your son, “Can you go wake up daddy and Minji for mommy, please? It’s time for us to have breakfast.”

With a nod, he runs back into the bathroom, not minding the tumbling sounds he’s making from his little rumbling steps. He barges into the bedroom and sees his father and sister still snoozing the morning away, both of their jaws slacked slightly open. Minji’s head rests against Jaehyun’s forearm, her limbs spread out like a starfish. Meanwhile the latter had his free arm laying across his blanket-covered abdomen, body aligned straight as a soldier’s.

Minho lets out a giggle before climbing onto the bed, his dimples poking through, a trait he inherited from his father. He shakes his sister’s shoulders, “Minji! Wake up! Mommy says it’s time for breakfast!” But she only mumbles incoherently, absentmindedly swatting away his pestering hands. He reaches over to his father and shakes him instead after gaining an unfavorable outcome from her. “Daddy! Mommy said to wake up! We have to eat breakfast now!”

Fortunately for him, Jaehyun was actually more responsive than the latter as he slowly opens his eyes, groggily groaning awake from his son’s spirited voice. However, he closes his eyes back to sleep, counting sheep in his dreams. Minho wouldn’t take that as an answer, so he proceeds to stand up in bed and start jumping, careful to not step on them in the process. “Wake up! Wake up! If we don’t eat breakfast, we don’t go to Disney!” And just from the word ‘Disney’, Minji almost instantaneously rises up from her father’s arm, head perked up.

“Disney? Did you say we’re going to Disney?”

Minho stops his jumping and plops down on the bed in front of her. He nods exuberantly, “Mhm! Mommy and daddy said yesterday that we are going to Disney today. That’s why we have to eat our food before we can go!”

Minji cheers gleefully to his words, her own set of dimples poking in her cheeks. And so, she assists her brother in waking their father up, jumping up and down on the bed in unison to cause more havoc to Jaehyun’s sleep.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy!”

“Wake up, wake up!”

“Mommy said it’s time to eat!”

“Mommy said she won’t love you anymore if you don’t wake up!”

After hearing the last statement, he instantly lifts his head, an eyebrow raised. “Who said mommy won’t love me anymore? Hm?” he jokingly challenges. The twins stop their ministrations and, to avoid the blame, point at each other, a fit of giggles after doing so. 

“He did!”

“She did!”

He sits up from his position which prompted both of the twins to quickly dash off the bed, squeals and laughter resonating the halls of their humble adobe as they run off to safety they call their mother. He rolls his eyes before plopping back in bed.

“Have kids, they said,” he mumbles. “It’ll be fun, they said,” and yet, there’s a smile on his face that he can’t seem to wipe off. As much as how much of a headache they can be, he wouldn’t trade it for the world. He would do anything to keep his family safe and happy, even if he has to sacrifice hours of his peaceful sleep for it.

While he slowly strips the sleep out of his system in the bedroom, the kitchen was booming with sounds and chatters, plates and utensils clinking and clanking one another as you set up the table. As you were plating your children’s plates with delicious goods, you felt an arm wrapping around your figure, one that enveloped you in love and care.

You turn your head to see Jaehyun resting his chin on your shoulder, a sweet smile dressing his lips and you inhaled in his scent. “Good morning, my love.”

You let out a laugh, “Good morning to you too, my sleepyhead.”

“Hey, not my fault the kids wouldn’t let me sleep last night.”

“That’s because you let them have ice cream late after having their dinner,” you reasoned, waving a finger at him. “You know that’s a no-no in the Jung household. No late desserts after dinner.”

He playfully snorts to your words and mumbles under his breath, “But I wanted some ice cream too..”

After you all have a boisterous breakfast together, the kids are off to the bathrooms to brush their teeth and washing up for the day. Jaehyun took the initiative in washing the dishes in return for you prepping their meal. While he did that, you walk into the bedroom and start grabbing clothes for the twins to wear to Disneyland as you and Jaehyun promised them. The twins finally returned from the bathroom and waits for your command, visibly thrilled that they will be going to the happiest place on earth.

You got both of them dressed up and that is when your husband returns from his dishwashing duty and he starts getting dressed with you. After getting ready for the day, Jaehyun wraps his arms around your torso again, this time from your front.

He grins to you, “Remember when we were younger, you didn’t want to get married to me?”

You raise an eyebrow to the latter, “What are you talking about? You’ve only proposed to me once and that was on New Year’s.”

He shakes his head, “No, I proposed to you before that.”

“When?”

“Remember when I joked about you borrowing my last name?”

You searched through your memories to clue in on his insinuation but you were hit with a blank. You shake your head, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He gives you a narrowed look, “I asked you if I could borrow my grey hoodie at the time.”

“Wait, you were actually proposing to me at the time?” You’re gawking at him, finally remembering the incident he was referring to. While you tend to forget a lot of the conversations you have with him, you could remember every occurrence of him asking to borrow his clothes. Our clothes, you would correct him. Funny how back then in college, you were nowhere close to getting married to him, too afraid of what the future holds. Now here you are, happily married to the love of your life with wonderful twins you’re proud to call your own.

He shrugs his shoulders, “I mean, I was joking, but I wouldn’t mind if you actually said yes back then.” He grins again, “I have been wanting to marry you for quite some time.”

Smiling, you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to give him a soft peck on his lips. There’s a look of tender in his eyes, and you knew yours had the same look too. “Well, I’m all yours now. No more borrows and returns now.” You both rest your foreheads against each other. “Everything is exactly where we want it to be, my love.”

“Can I still borrow my brown cardigan that you stole from me last week?”

“Absolutely not.”

[dreamescapeswriting]

25 Days Of Christmas ~ Day 9 ~ LMH

WORD COUNT: 0.7K

PAIRING:  Minho xGN!Reader

GENRE: Fluffy, christmas drabble, prompt, Minho teasing the reader a little, cute secret santa, little story line, cute fluffy drabble times, a hint that santa is real cause why not it happens in cute christmas movies

Song Suggestion for the day: Fairytale of New York - the pogues

Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - December 2021

Check out the masterlist HERE

It was the JYPE Christmas party and everyone was invited, everyone and their family members. It had been something you were most looking forward to since Minho had told you about it. Every Christmas eve they would hold a party for idols, staff and peoples families to come along to. A way of starting off the holidays in a good way.

"I wanna go home," Minho whined in your ear as you both stood toward the back of the room watching everyone inside of the dance studio. There were around 10 young kids sitting together in front of a tree being given presents, as well as most of the idols getting gifts too. 

It seemed as though the company had gone all out for a Christmas party going as far as to get everyone a gift that was individual to the person receiving it.

"Shut up, you love Christmas." You reminded him as he shook his head at you. It was true that he loved Christmas but this wasn't how he wanted to spend the night. Tonight he wanted to curl up in bed beside you and watch Christmas movies until you both passed out asleep hoping he would wake up before you in the morning so he could bring you breakfast.

"I do but not here," He grumbled watching as another kid screamed that their present was from Santa Claus.

"Santa isn't real." He mumbles into your neck, kissing your shoulder as he watched you watch everyone reacting to their gifts. There was something about the way that you watched everyone that made him frown, you were never this content on staying at any other parties.

"Santa is real, who do you think brings all the presents?"

"You did?" He questioned as he looks at you, making you look at him so he knew if you were lying or not. 

The moment you began stumbling over your words a giant smirk began to grow on Minho's face as he realised it was you. It was sweet that his partner would go to such lengths for the people Minho was always around and it made him love you even more.

"You got gifts for everyone?" He questioned, rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone as you felt warmness spreading over your body.

"I-I had help," You stuttered out not wanting to look like you had done this all on your own. It had been Changbin's idea to get the kids gifts and then yours to get the adults some, wanting the Christmas spirit to be alive.

"Baby," Minho cooed as he held your face in his hands, smiling at you as you snuggled into his touch.

"I wanted it to be special." You mumbled a little as Minho shook his head,

"Christmas is always special-" You shook your head, of course, it was but you wanted to do something extra special.

"But I wanted the kids to believe in Santa...We even had Felix going for a while until he noticed my handwriting," You let out a breathy laugh laying your head on Minho's chest as he chuckled a little loudly.

"This is...It's perfect, Y/n, you're perfect." You could feel your body beginning to heat up as he looked down at you, kissing your lips softly as someone else called your name out. 

This time you frowned, neither you nor Changbin had gotten one another a present because you'd forgotten to, what with wrapping 35 other presents as well as sneaking them into the building. 

“Me?” You called out, taking the box from Felix and looking down at the perfectly wrapped box, staring over at Changbin who had a matching one. It definitely wasn’t from either of you since the wrapping paper was completely different from the one you had been using. 

“Open it,” Minho smirked as you turned the tag over, written in exceptionally good calligraphy was,

“To one of my little elves, thank you - Santa.” 

You stared at Minho as he read the tag over your shoulder.

“You and Changbin went all out...” Minho laughed as he saw the writing on the tag, it was different from the others which made him laugh a little more.

“I didn’t write that.” Changbin chuckled as he pulled the paper open to reveal a new laptop, something he had been after since Jisung had broken his.

“Then who did?” Minho questioned as he stared at you but neither you nor Changbin knew and if it wasn't Minho you had no idea who it could have been. 

All of you went back to watching the other opening their gifts, the faint sound of jingle bells could be heard for the rest of the night.

Tagline: @minholuvs @taestannie @sw33tnight @acciocriativity @mwitsmejk @taeechwitaa​ @justbangtanthingz​ @stillwithlix​ @lolalee24​ If you would like to be added or removed please let me know! <3

[leelysian]

Unwell

genre: slight angst with fluff ending, implied crush au, one shot

pairing: female reader x best friend!Minho

word count: 1.4k

context: you're terribly sick, you haven't told anyone but your best friend somehow knew something was wrong when you wouldn't reply to his numerous texts.

A/N: this may or may not have turned into a rant because I was sick for the past few days akskakdksks

Seasonal flus were the worst. Slightly chilly from hot or slightly warm from cold and suddenly your body decides, “You know what? I don’t vibe with this weather. I’ma just break down.” You had a mild fever and a cold. While the fever was mild, it was annoying because you weren’t sick enough to just pass out for hours and having a cold meant your nose either:

Dried up like the Sahara which ended up burning your sinuses and it felt like your skull was on fire.

Got blocked like the path between the North and South Korea; nothing got in or out which meant breathing through your mouth which also dried up.

Runny like the Amazon river, there’s crumples of tissue paper all over your floor. Your nose was red, rough and raw from blowing so much, the delicate skin was irritated.

Here you were, slumped on your bed with the covers on top of you but a leg and an arm sticking out because it got too hot to be fully under the covers and too cold to be fully without. Sleep eluded you the previous night, you just couldn’t sleep, it wasn’t gonna happen. Somehow you’d fall asleep only to wake up a little while later, and end up tossing and turning in your bed. Because you were unsuccessful in your attempts to get a good night’s rest, you woke up with a pounding headache from your eyelids to the back of your head. Your whole body ached.

Leftovers in your fridge were finished so you forced yourself to get up and heat some instant noodles to eat with your meds. Water tasted bitter. Your appetite vanished. Eating was agonising because afterwards you felt suffocated, an invisible pressure on your torso prevented you from breathing fully, your lungs not taking in air fully so your breaths were short. Hell, peeing was a chore. At least you weren’t on your period, maybe if that happened, you’d actually die. Imagine having to frequently change pads/tampons and underwear while feeling like you got ran over by a truck. Were you overreacting? Maybe. But it was allowed at this point.

So in short, you were suffering since the past two days. You were absolutely miserable. You wanted to cry but crying meant your nose getting runny then eventually blocked and then a headache so you sucked it up. You brought a hand to your head to massage your head because it hurt, grimacing by the tangles and the grease. You reached for your phone, unlocked to see various social media notifications which you cleared and messages from your friends which you also elected to ignore and reply to later. Playing a playlist with slow music with medium volume and dropped it back on the bed, you closed your eyes and let the soft melodies flow into your ears in hopes of helping you forget about your headache once again. This is how you held on to your last shred of sanity but you failed to hold on to your consciousness and fell into a dreamless sleep. 

You woke up to a cold compress on your forehead, your room clutter and mess free, the windows open and something nice smelling. You thought you were dreaming when a face you know all too well walked into your bedroom with a bowl. “Minho? what are you doing here? Get out. I’m sick, you’ll get sick too.” you rasped. “Well, about time you acknowledged my existence, even if it’s to tell me to get out. I should’ve been here earlier, maybe it would’ve been helpful if you told me you were dying in your pigsty of a room.” he snapped. He put the bowl on your nightstand, you realised it was water, he was probably going to replace the cold compress. 

“You look terrible.” he said. “Gee, thanks.” you retorted. “You need a shower.” he advised. “Nooooo.” you whined and snuggled further into the covers. “Come on, y/n, there’s no way you’ll get better if you feel disgusting. I’ll help.” He said and snatched the blankets. “Minho, stop. You’ll get my germs.” He sighed and rolled his eyes, “Don’t worry about it now come on.” he said and helped you sit up then suddenly with strength you didn’t know he had he carried you princess style to the bathroom and you yelped. “Jeez y/n you’ve lost so much weight.” he tsked. “Do you think you can wash your hair on your own?” he asked as he sat you down on the counter. “I’ll be okay.” you replied tiredly. “If you need help, just ask.” he said and adjusted the water temperature in the shower then left.

You took your time showering, the first five minutes just standing under the warm water which opened up your sinuses, having the steady stream of water beat down over your back and easing your sore muscles. You washed your hair slowly, so as not to tire your arms out. Stepping out of the shower, you felt immensely better, finally able to breathe a bit easier. Drying off, you wore your fluffy bathrobe and walked out to see a big shirt (one you ‘borrowed’ from Minho) and pajama shorts laid out on the bed. Thankfully, he didn’t lay out underwear for you. You dressed up and got settled back in bed, already tired again.

You unlocked your phone and saw the concerned texts from Minho because you weren’t answering them or his calls and felt guilty. A knock resounded from your door, “come in.” you said and Minho walked in with a tray. “Well well, finally I see y/n and not a corpse.” he teased. Whatever was on that tray smelled heavenly and your stomach rumbled. He put the tray down on your lap and he brought the back of his hand to your neck to check your temperature. “Hm, your fever has probably gone down but I think it’ll be back.” he notes. The whole time you stared at him. “Hey. I’m sorry I ignored your texts.” you said and twiddled with your thumbs, the guilt unbearable. He took your hands in his own, “It’s fine. I’m sorry for snapping. I was just worried and scared. I thought you actually died at first glance and I panicked.” 

He turned to the tray and lifted the lid from the bowl, “It’s chicken rice porridge. Eat up and take your meds.” Your eyes were still downcast, “I can’t I feel horrible afterwards.” and you explained in detail. “It’s probably acidity, clearly you’ve been eating junk and it’s not sitting well in your stomach. This won’t cause you discomfort. At least eat a little bit. Please? For me? I made this for you.” he said and used the signature kitty eyes. You looked up and he’s already holding a spoonful of the warm concoction. You hated when he pulled the look on you, you could never say no to those eyes but then again you didn’t want to because that porridge looked pretty darn appetising. You opened your mouth and Minho fed you the gloopy goodness. 

You could’ve just eaten yourself but you quite liked being pampered so you said nothing. Minho carefully spoon fed you the whole bowl, blowing delicately on the first couple of spoonfuls until the rest became tepid. Halfway through the bowl you felt full so you told him you didn’t want to eat anymore but he pulled the kitty eyes again, and now you’re stuffed. He handed you the glass of water and meds which you gulped down and went to clean up. He came back and stood awkwardly in your doorway. “You’re leaving already?” you asked sadly. “Do you want me to?” he asked back. “No grab my laptop and come watch Spirited Away with me.” you pouted. He smiled, got the laptop from your desk, grabbed one of the sweatpants he left from previous times he’s been to your place to change into, and then settled in bed next to you under the covers. 

You took one of your many pillows and settled your laptop on it and settled back. “Hey, Minho?” you called. “Hm?” he enquired. “Thanks for taking care of me.” you smiled softly. He was going to say something snarky but decided against it and said, “It's alright.” About half an hour into the movie he felt a sudden weight on his shoulder and he looked bewildered to see you’ve fallen asleep on him, breathing softly. He turned off the laptop and placed it on the ground before wrapping his arms around you, placing your head over his chest and reclining back. He looked at your sleeping face with soft, adoring eyes and a gentle smile. He gently rubbed your back with one hand when suddenly you stirred and threw your arm over his stomach. Slowly, he too, drifted off to sleep with dreams of you and him together.

[fantastic-bby]

Lia

Pairing: (F)Reader x Felix

Word count: 2.6k

Genre: Guardian Angel!Felix | Fluff | Romance 

Summary: When Felix accidentally reveals himself to you, he has no other choice but to explain what he was planning. You think through the many years spent together, reliving those moments that he’s been by your side when he suggests taking you up to Heaven to turn you into an angel. 

Warnings: Mentions of a car accident | Mentions of alcohol 

Masterlist || Chan - Maive || Minho - Kira || Changbin - Skye || Hyunjin - Nova || Jisung - Blair || Seungmin - Raisha || Jeongin - Avia

“F-Felix?” 

“I-I can explain,” he stutters. You stare at his wings in complete disbelief. You watch the way they fold behind him ever so shyly when he realises he’s too far deep in to make any excuses. “I’m your guardian angel.” You can feel your heart racing in your chest and before you know it, you’ve collapsed. Felix lets out a panicked squeak before running to catch you. “(Y/n)?” He tries shaking you to wake you up, but when it’s obvious that you’re unconscious, he’s even more panicked. “Oh god, o-okay.” 

Without any other options left, Felix resorts to carrying you to his bedroom and tucking you in before he moves to his living room. He tells himself he’ll just tell you it’s a dream when you wake up.

Oh how Felix manages to mess that up. 

“It was not a dream.” You almost choke when you see your boyfriend standing in the kitchen with a pair of wings extending from his bare back. Felix whips around and almost spits out the orange juice he was drinking when he sees you. 

“Oh my god,” he winces as he realises he was being careless around you again. Felix moves to you slowly. “I won’t hurt you, I promise.” He realises how tense you are. He can sense how scared you are. “I know how weird and freaky this seems, but I would never hurt you.” 

“T-Then, why d-d-do you have w-wings?” Your eyes are still fixated on his wings. 

“I am your guardian angel. The simplest way I can put it is that I was assigned to protect you when you turned 16,” Felix explains, “I’m basically supposed to watch over you until your time comes. I keep you safe from demon stuff and spirits and all the jazz.” 

“You say ‘all that jazz’ like it’s so normal,” you huff. He gives you a sheepish smile. 

“I wasn’t supposed to show you I was a guardian angel—damn it,” he groans. “I’m not usually this careless around my humans.” You watch the way Felix runs a frustrated hand through his hair. He’s fucked up. He’s already getting shit for dating you, now the deities are going to pound on him for revealing himself. 

“So…” you trail off as you let the new information process in your mind, “you’re my guardian angel.” Felix nods.

“Whenever a human turns 16, a guardian angel gets assigned to them. It’s up to the angel how they’d go about the protection,” he explains slowly, worried that you might get confused, “they could stay hidden or show themselves and be a close friend to watch over you. Some angels just float around secretly and others will just add themselves into your lives; like I did.” You stare at him blankly. “(Y/n)? You in there?” He waves a hand in front of your face. 

“Y-Yeah,” you quickly nod. “It’s just a bit much. I didn’t think angels existed.” You continue to just stare at him, taking in the sight of his new form. A few moments pass before you step closer, your hand reaching out towards his wings. “May I?” 

“O-Oh,” he nods. “Go ahead.” Your fingers come into contact with his feathers and you’re surprised at just how soft they are. Felix subconsciously retracts them shyly, a blush coming on his cheeks when he hears your thoughts. He relaxes a tad, letting you admire his wings.

“Your wings are so pretty,” you breathe out softly as you bring your other hand up to brush through his feathers. He turns away from you, hiding his blush the more your fingers gently graze his wings. “Wait.” The realisation strikes you and you pull away to look at Felix. “If you’re my guardian angel, then is this…” you gesture to the both of you, “okay? Shouldn’t there be rules on these kinds of things?” 

“Ahah,” Felix lets out an awkward laugh. “Yeah, they’re not that happy with me on that. They’re giving me a pass because they said you’re good.” You give him a questioning look. “Well, say you’re good enough to be an angel, they’ll make you one. That way, we’ll be angels together.” He has a shy smile on his freckled face. “That is if—you know—you would like to join me in becoming an angel.” Your heart softens. 

You’ve never loved anyone more than you’ve loved Felix; that much you’re sure of. He had been by your side throughout high school and college; even staying with you after you had both graduated and moved to working your own separate jobs. Staying by your side may have been his job, but he made you happy. 

The many times he had run over to your apartment whenever you felt unsafe finally made sense. Felix always came quick. Even when you were both in high school, Felix somehow managed to sneak his way into your family’s hearts as well. Your parents barely bat an eye whenever he slept over for weekly movie nights and they never really questioned it whenever he would show up unannounced on days you were feeling your worst. 

“Are you okay?” he questioned softly when he found you crying in the corner of your bedroom. You shook your head. Felix sat beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to bring your head to his chest. “I’m here for you. I’ll always be here.” His words stuck to you. Ever since then, the first person you’d reach out to was always Felix. 

Even when you were in that car accident, all you could think about was him. 

The damage was so much that you knew you were slowly starting to lose consciousness. Everything was becoming blurrier and the dark spots in your vision were getting bigger. The moment Felix came to your mind, you swear you heard him calling out to you right before you lost consciousness. When you came to, you were in a hospital with Felix sleeping in the sofa chair beside your bed. You felt terrible. The first thing you heard other than the beeping from the machines that you were attached to was snoring from your friend. You turned and your chapped lips parted when you saw him sleeping, soft snores leaving past his own parted lips. 

You turned to look around the room, wondering just how you ended up in the hospital; the memory of Felix running up to you completely hidden in your mind. “You’re finally awake.” His voice makes you turn to see him looking at you with lazy eyes. 

“What happened?” Your voice came out raspy, causing you to cough. 

“You got into an accident,” he muttered as he sat upright, stretching his arms out above his head. “The doctor told me to get him when you wake up.” Felix stood up, scooching over to your bed. His hand brushed your matted hair gently. “I’ll be right back, okay?” Your hand quickly moved to wrap around his wrist, stopping him from moving away. 

“Don’t leave,” you said softly. Felix’s eyes immediately softened. 

“Just for a moment, (Y/n). I need to get the doctor,” he told you, his hand adjusting to hold yours; thumb gently running over your knuckles. “I promise I’ll be back.” Your grip around his hand loosened as he left your hospital room. You sat in your bed, waiting a few minutes before he returned with a nurse. Felix called your family before moving to stay by your side while the nurse called your doctor. 

Felix was there even when you were coming home drunk from a college party. 

“(Y/n), be careful!” he squeaked when you trip over your heels. “Take those off. You can wear my sneakers.” Felix slips his shoes off and slides them over to you.

“Thaaaaank you, Lixieeeee,” you giggled, slipping your feet into his shoes. “What about you?” You looked down at his socked feet. 

“Don’t worry about me. Let’s just get you home.” He continued to carefully guide you home, holding your hand gently until you reached your dorm. “Drink this,” Felix handed you a glass of water. You take it, gulping down the entire glass. “Careful! You’ll choke,” he scolded. You gave him a look before placing the glass on the counter. 

“I’m fineeeee,” you slurred. Felix shook his head before guiding you to your bedroom. “Just get some sleep, okay?” He handed you a random t-shirt, turning around to let you change before helping you into bed. 

“Don’t leave me,” you whined when he started to leave. Felix let out a soft sigh. 

“Do you want me to stay in your living room?” he questioned. You shook your head, grabbing his wrist and tugging him into bed with you. 

“Stay with me, Lixie,” you muttered against his shoulder. Felix blushed at the close contact, unsure of what he should do with his arms. “You know Lixie,” you started softly, “we’ve been friends for so long, but I think I like you more than that.” He froze at your words. “You’re so cute and you’re so nice to me.” You looked up at him, your hands moving to cup his face. “Your freckles are so pretty. They’re like stars,” your thumb ran over his freckled cheeks. Felix stared at you, unsure of what he should say. He had feelings for you. He just didn’t want to say anything because he was your guardian. 

“Get some sleep, (Y/n),” he finally said. 

“Thank you, Lixie,” you hum as you snuggle into his chest. Felix barely missed the soft ‘I love you’ that slips past your lips. He dismissed it as your drunken haze, not wanting to dwell on anything that would only make his feelings for you grow. Felix closed his eyes, making a mental note to grab some ibuprofen for you when the morning comes. 

He was even there the time you got into a fight with a classmate, resulting in many bruises to your face. 

“(Y/n), (Y/n), calm down,” Felix frantically tried to calm you down. 

“No! This bitch deserves it!” you stubbornly yap as you still tried to reach out to her. 

“She’s not worth it, (Y/n),” he grabbed onto your waist and pulled you away. 

“Pussy!” your classmate spat at you. 

“Come on, (Y/n). Let’s just head home,” he muttered as he started to drag you away from her. You only managed to calm down when Felix dragged you back to his place where he cleaned up the busted lip your classmate gave you. 

“And then she said you were not even that great of a dancer! Do you know how much of an asshole she is?!” you rambled. Felix only nodded, humming every once in a while to let you know he was listening. “She called my dog ugly! My dog! That tiny ball of fluff that’s the same exact breed as hers! She’s pretty much calling her own dog ugly.” 

“Don’t worry about it, (Y/n). She’s not worth your energy,” he hummed when he deemed your face cleaned up. “Now, how about I heat up some leftover pizza and we can watch a movie together? How does that sound?” Felix’s suggestion did little to bring your mood up, but you agree nonetheless. You watched as he moved around the kitchen, putting pizza into the microwave and grabbing a few bottles of soju from the fridge. The years you’ve spent together slowly settle in your mind and you realised just how much time he had spent with you. 

You thought through the years and you realise:

You love him. 

“(Y/n)?” Felix waved his hand in front of your face. “You in there?” You nodded. 

“Yeah, I’m here.” 

Felix only realised he was falling in love with you when you got accepted into the dean’s list together. He thought the smile on your face was the most beautiful he had ever seen. Felix liked seeing you happy. He realised that when you ran up to him with open arms. 

“Felix! We’re in the dean’s list!” you excitedly giggled as you hold up your phone to show him the email.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “we are.” Felix couldn’t hold back his smile at how happy you looked. He thought you were radiating—glowing—and he realised how much shit he was in just by falling in love with you. He tried so hard to keep his feelings at bay, but when he realised he couldn’t anymore, he started thinking of a plan. 

The thought of turning you into an angel only came to Felix’s mind when he found a fallen angel lurking around your apartment. If you joined the angels, you would be safe from their influence. Not only that, Felix would be with you forever. He kept the plan in his mind, only opting to bring it up to his deities when they finally figured out what he was doing. 

It was a normal movie night for the both of you. You had just gotten home from your part time job  and Felix was lurking around your kitchen to see what kind of snacks you had hidden from him. When he heard your door open, he peeked over your fridge door to see him dragging yourself into your home tiredly. 

“How was work?” he questioned as he finally pulled out two bottles of beer from your fridge. 

“Terrible,” you sighed. “I’m just glad I can finally relax and just watch movies with you.” Felix could feel himself lightening up when he hears just how relieved you are to be home. 

“I picked out something fun.” 

“Horror fun or funny fun?” You gave him a weird look. 

“Funny fun.” His clarification makes you feel more relieved. 

“There’s popcorn in the cupboard next to the fridge. I’m gonna go get cleaned up first.” You disappeared into your bedroom, leaving Felix to prepare the living room. When you come out, you’re pleasantly surprised when you see him surrounded by a makeshift pillow fort. “How’d you get this up so quickly?” you asked with a small smile. 

“Speed, and also,” Felix turned around to grab a cushion, “you have a lot of cushions for one person.” The smile on your face didn’t disappear even when you carefully crawled into the fort where he had set up your laptop. “It's a perfect space for cuddles.” He outstretched his arms, making grabby hands to silently ask you to crawl into his embrace. You climbed into his arms, letting Felix hold you tightly against him. 

“Let’s start.” You hit play, letting the movie start while resting your head on your best friend’s chest. Felix didn’t plan it, but when you realised he wasn’t watching the movie, you looked up at him. “You in there?” Your voice was soft, sounding genuinely concerned. He stared at you—blinking a few times—and leaned down to kiss you. You didn’t move; shocked by the sudden gesture, but you kissed him back nonetheless. When he pulled away, your face was completely red. “Felix-”

“I’m in love with you,” he confessed. Felix awaited your response, feeling his confidence slowly fading away the longer you just stared at him. Instead of rejecting him, your hand came up to cup his cheek. 

“I love you, too.” Your thumb brushed over his cheekbone gently. “I’ve been in love with you since we started college.” 

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “you told me that time you were drunk. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to embarrass you.” 

“What?!” you squeak. Your face became even more red if it was possible. 

“What? I saved you the embarrassment,” he cheekily teased. 

“(Y/n)? You in there?” Felix’s voice pulls you out of the memories you were replaying in your mind. You nod, smiling at the phrase he’s used so many times whenever you’d zone out. 

“I’m here.” You take a step closer to him and take his hands in yours. “I’ll be an angel with you.” A smile breaks onto his face. “I want to be with you forever.”

[blossom-hwa]

Memories of Gold - MINHO

It’s Minho’s birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Enjoy this very condensed version of his point of view on what happens in Shards, his (currently unfinished) installation of the Whispers of Nature series :) And yes, the witch mentioned here is the same witch as in Constellation! Happy birthday to our lovely dancer <3

Unbeleafable prompt: witches

Pairing: Minho x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, whispers of nature!universe, nature spirit!au, royalty!au

Triggers: mentions of war and blood, allusions to sex (nothing explicit)

Word Count: 1.8k

Through fall, winter, spring, summer, and fall again, you find your way home.

Unbeleafable Masterlist | Stray Kids Drabbles Masterlist | Whispers of Nature

He meets you in the fall, under leaves of orange and burnished red and a sun of golden rays. His father, the king, seeks a cure for his queen, even though the royal physicians have all said that nothing can save her from the disease that wastes her body away every day. The king is desperate enough to hire even a witch.

The whispers at court speak of demons and cults, of an unsettling connection to the depths and secrets of Mother Earth and the sky. Minho might be inclined to believe them if you hadn’t smiled so warmly the day he stepped into the royal chambers to speak with his mother, the dying queen.

That smile, against a window dazzled with fading golden light, puts a spell on him. From that day on, though you do nothing in particular to invite his affections, he notices no man or woman but you.

There is no cure, you tell the king with a steady voice and kind eyes. You can prolong the queen’s life for a bit longer. A few months at the least, two years, maybe, at the most. But Lord Time never stops moving and Mother Nature always has her plans, and there will come a day when the wasting disease takes the queen away and you can do nothing more.

Minho is in the room when his father nods his drooping head, despairing yet understanding, and pleads with you to do as much as you can. And you do. No matter the whispers at court, the murmurings that the king has gone mad with grief, enough to trust a witch with his secrets, you keep smiling, even as golden red leaves fall to the ground and are covered with blank, white snow.

Every night, Minho prays his mother will live another day. He prays because he loves her, because she loves him. But he also prays for the selfish desire to keep you near for as long as he can.

. . . . .

Summer is for greenery, for fleeting romances and glancing loves. Deadened trees blossom with bright colors, and Minho likes it. He likes the warmth of the sun overhead, the butterflies flitting across the fields. He likes the longer days, the blooming flowers, the orchards beginning to burst with fruit. 

He likes it enough to spirit you away in secret one afternoon, lost in a meadow of soft grass, and tell you what exactly you mean to him.

“But I’m a witch,” you protest. “A prince can’t love someone so hated by his people.”

“My heart wants no other but yours,” he replies, taking your hands. Your skin, scarred and slightly cracked from the juices of the herbs you work with, feels warm beneath his fingers. They tingle pleasantly with magic. “I promise myself to you today, no matter your reply.”

So summer is for confessions, for shy gazes and slight touches. But autumn is for lingering eyes and warm smiles, something as loving and gentle and comforting as the colors beginning to change in the trees.

The sky is pink and orange with the setting sun, leaves crackling and turning brown, when he works up the courage to give you a kiss under the sprawling oak in the royal gardens. It isn’t long, but the blossom of pure joy lingers on his lips like the touch of warmth left over from the summer, still wavering in the air before the crisp cold of winter snatches it away.

“You must have put a spell on me,” Minho murmurs on one of the last nights of fall, arms wrapped around your body under silken sheets.

“No spells.” You smile gently, faint moonlight washing across your features, and press a tiny kiss against his bruised lips. “Only love.”

He smiles. Yes, that’s it.

It’s just love.

. . . . .

And then, weeks later in the dead of winter, his mother dies.

It’s sudden. Just the day before she was sitting up, insisting she could take a walk around the gardens. The next morning, she was gone.

The palace is dead silent for several days, save for the whispering of servants and the quiet steps of shoes on stone.

Face covered with dark veil, you stand, hidden, behind the royal family as Minho’s mother is laid into the ground to rest. There are no hushed words that day, no stolen glances or hasty kisses. Only mourning.

He returns to the palace with a heart heavy with grief and locks himself away for several days, only allowing Seungmin and his father to enter his quarters. You don’t knock, don’t attempt to approach his room. Minho assumes it’s because your duties to the royal family are over, and you’re packing to leave the palace. The thought makes his heart ache even more.

It feels like the sun has shone one warm ray when Minho finally leaves his room and sees you walking down the halls like nothing has changed. “His Majesty has asked me to continue working as a royal physician.” Your smile, though tinged with grief, is genuine. “I told him I’d be honored to stay as long as I could.”

He drags you, then, into a small room filled with dust, and kisses you until he can no longer see through the tears falling down his cheeks. Minho doesn’t know if those tears are of joy or sadness or both, but it doesn’t matter. The only thing that he cares about is your roughened fingers brushing away the droplets that leak from his eyes, the gentle touch of your skin against his.

In the cold grief of winter, he finds solace in your warm reminder of the sun.

. . . . .

You came in the fall. You kissed in the fall. You lay with each other for the first time in the fall.

It seems fitting, then, that you leave in the fall.

Minho knew the whispers were getting worse, that the king’s favor of an evil witch must be a sign of madness, that the prince’s kindness – or was it love? – towards a blighted woman was surely a sign of instability in the royal palace. But he turned a blind eye to it all – what could a few meddling nobles do to you, one of the strongest people he knew in the world?

One day you’re there, the next you’re gone. You leave nothing behind. Not a single plant leaf or stem marks your presence, not a stray hair or pulled thread. Not even a note.

It’s like you never existed.

He knows you did. How could he not, when the leaves of autumn are turning golden orange before his very eyes? Everything he sees reminds him of you and your loud laugh, your gentle touch, the feeling of your body pressed against his.

It hurts. It hurts. Half of him wants to forge on and forget. The other half wants desperately to remember. But how is it impossible not to remember, when the reddening trees constantly send him into memories of the moments he spent with you?

So the first half wins. He tries, to no avail, to erase all memories of your existence.

For the first time in his life, Minho looks forward to the settling of the snow and the blackening of the leaves.

. . . . .

War comes in the warm season of summer, and with it comes bloodshed. Scarlet bleeds on verdant grass and green leaves, bathing Mother Earth in flowing crimson and dried black. Minho wants to vomit every time he enters the fray and feels a sword cut a little too close to his skin, but he’s the prince. He must fight in place of his now ailing father and too young brother.

As the weeks wear on, he begins to hear whispers of someone they call the Blue Witch. Clothed in blue all over, leaving only her eyes to be seen, she sweeps across the camps, operating on soldiers regardless of rank. There is no hierarchy for her – men and women are treated in the order of their injuries. Some of the generals grumble at the newcomer and her use of magic, but they need the help. The soldiers love her. The healers worship her.

Such stories remind Minho of someone he used to know.

But battle comes first before all else, and anyway, there’s no possibility that the surgeon could be you. You wouldn’t have come back. The way you snipped off every thread of your existence, completing detaching yourself from his life, tells the truth.

You left. You won’t return.

Then months later, as blood begins to stain orange and gold leaves instead of green, he wakes up on a musty sheet in a crowded tent, pain flaring in his side, and gazes blearily into the warm eyes of a figure clothed in blue.

Those eyes are the same as someone he once knew.

. . . . .

A year later, Minho stands in the gardens with you, one arm wrapped around your waist, watching your son crunch fallen leaves under his feet as he tears through the trees. Seungmin follows closely behind, laughing at your child’s babbling words, while his father sits on a chair nearby, eyes closed in content as he listens to the peaceful chaos.

You smile at the sight, the same smile you gave him that day in his mother’s quarters, the first time he ever laid eyes on you. Unwittingly, his own lips curl up as well.

You came in the fall. You kissed in the fall. You lay together for the first time in the fall. You left in the fall.

Then you came back in the fall. And you stayed through winter, spring, and summer, until the war was over and the leaves began transitioning once again from vivid green to regal gold and brown.

Minho has no doubt that you will stay for many more fall seasons to come.

There’s love in his eyes as he looks from your smile to the child – his child, he reminds himself, his heart beating with joy at the thought. There’s love in his eyes and warmth in the air even as the threat of winter brings a note of crisp cold into the breeze.

Nothing could feel more perfect than it does now.

His son runs up to him without warning, leaping into his arms so suddenly that Minho nearly knocks you over in the attempt to catch him. He grins, though, delight clear in his face. Your laugh sparkles in his ears as you lean over to kiss your child on the cheek.

Pure happiness and golden joy ring throughout the garden, so much that even the servants come out to watch the sight and feel the crisp air on their skin. As the sun lowers in the sky, as the clouds turn from white to rosy pink and orange, Minho revels in the warmth of his family by his side.

Holding your son’s hand, he leads you back into the palace. And with the setting sun still casting gentle rays of gold and pink behind, he turns and seals your lips in a gentle kiss.

[skzss]

Walk with me

Member: Any? Written with Lee Minho in mind but it’s never specified so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ x reader

Warnings: Car crashes, death, slight claustrophobia, slight nyctophobia (fear of darkness)

Genre: Angst

Word count: 1997

Description: You don’t know at all what happens after death but at least there’s someone there to guide you.

Author’s notes: I had an existential crisis thinking about my life and what it would mean if I died right now and then I got to thinking about how reapers are much kinder than we think they are. After all, they guide us through to the other side, wherever that is, so we’re never alone. 

You knew this day was coming. 

After all, everyone dies someday. Some go easier than others but everyone goes someday. 

You had hoped, in vain, that you would die a little softer and a little gentler than you did. But you don’t get to choose these things. You remember screaming, hearing squealing wheels and smelling burning leather. You remember feeling very hot then very cold. You remember flashing lights before your consciousness dripped away. 

“Hey.” You feel someone shaking you. “Wake up already.” 

Huh? Aren’t you supposed to be dead? That car hit right against your passenger side door, there’s no way you’re not dead right? You crack open an eye and it’s dark. Definitely not the hospital then because those places are always the worst sort of fluorescent yellow light. It doesn’t smell like any kind of hospital either. The air is rich with decay and you wrinkle your nose at it. The voice you heard scoffs, mutters a “typical human”. You look up and you blink, once, twice. 

A hooded figure towers over you. A reaper holding a stereotypical scythe, though this one seems impatient. They nudge you again with their foot, sighing. “Not very fast are you.” 

“I just died, can’t you give me some slack?!” You grumble as you sit up, surveying your surroundings. You don’t see the crash anymore, or your body, though that’s for the better. You might be mangled up by now and you definitely don’t want to see that. 

“No, I’ve got other souls to see too. Let’s go.” The figure doesn’t even bother offering you a hand, instead immediately striding off. You scramble to your feet and dart to their side. It’s much too dark for you to find your way without them. Way to where you’re not even sure but you sure as hell don’t want to be left behind here. They set a breakneck pace and you struggle a bit to keep up. Even if you’re a spirit now, a soul or whatever, you still aren’t very fast. Apparently your dead lungs still transmit signals to your dead brain to slow down. You couldn’t exactly wheeze but your ghost got as close to that as possible. Sparing you a glance, the reaper slows down marginally and you manage to catch up. 

“So,” you huff, “where am I going?” You weren’t a bad person. You weren’t necessarily good either. Everyday, you just lived your life, with some care for the world around you and some care for yourself. Whenever you could you’d use recycled materials or avoid printing excess pages, but you didn’t stop using plastic entirely or give up your air conditioner either. The best you could hope for was probably something akin to purgatory, where you’d be neither heralded nor hurt. 

“You’ll see,” they say. You frown. First of all, cryptic as fuck. Secondly, why do they sound so annoyed? If anything, shouldn’t you be annoyed at dying? You grumble under your breath but they don’t seem to care at all. 

For a while it’s quiet. There’s no sounds, even from your plodding footsteps. You don’t feel any  more tired than you did when you first started. Perhaps you could walk infinity without feeling tired. The figure next to you glides along, ever forward without taking any turns. Though could they even take turns in this vast, endless darkness? 

Your mind wanders back to your life, or rather who’s left alive. You hope someone will take care of your cat. She does get rather hissy when she isn’t fed on time. Someone will probably tell your parents. Your heart clenches. Your mom will probably collapse on the spot in shock while your dad silently holds her, hands gripped tight around her arms. They’ll ask to see your body maybe. They’ll definitely cry. You send a quiet apology for dying so soon. Your friends, they’ll know too sooner or later. You apologize to them too even though they’ll never hear. Hopefully they’ll divide your belongings among themselves without too much fuss. Your mom will want some of it but the vast majority of your stuff will go somewhere else. 

“Will you stop,” a voice snarls. You snap your head up to look at the figure who’s gripping their scythe so tight it’s turning their knuckles white. Now that you’re looking at them properly, they kind of look like a regular person. You can’t see under the hood exactly but their hand isn’t skeletal at all. Their fingers twitch on the pole. “You’re thinking too loud.” 

You stop. “You can hear that?” 

They groan and stop as well, a few feet ahead of you. “Sort of. It’s not the exact thought if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

Your face scrunches up. “What does that mean? You’re sensing auras or something?”

They snort. “Sure, auras. Feelings. Whatever you want to call it.” 

Ugh, just what you needed. A nosy reaper to take you into the void. You start walking again, standing next to them and waiting for them to continue onward. They seem to look you up and down before doing so. 

“So what am I supposed to do while we walk? Does this ever end or am I stuck strolling around with you?” You sigh, throwing your hands up in the air. 

“As if. I told you, I’ve got other souls to see too.” 

“So then when-” you start but they silence you with a flick of their wrist. 

“You will know when we get there.” 

Again, cryptic and unhelpful but you sigh and allow the silence to fall again. If you’re not going to get answers out of this guy then why bother? But since you can’t dwell in your thoughts too long, you don’t know what to do. What were you doing before the crash? Singing? Probably. You love music, so much that you were constantly listening to it. Even in your sleep! Perhaps the only moments of silence in your life were when you were taking exams for school. 

What was the last song you were playing? Hopefully something good. Your playlists weren’t exactly filtered through so some of the songs were from before your music tastes changed. You hear a defeated sigh. “You were listening to Teenager. GOT7.” Well, you muse, at least it was a good song. 

You wonder how much long you’ll be walking but apparently the answer was not long at all. The pure black melts into a gloomy grey so you can see a little better. The reaper holds an arm out in front of you, making you stop in front of what seems to be nothing truthfully. But you can sense something from the space in front of you and well, your guide should definitely know what’s going on. 

“Wait here.” They push you back just a bit before stepping forward and- You blink. They’re gone, utterly vanished into that pale light. If you squint just a little harder, you can see the barest outline of a doorway. 

Left out there by yourself, it’s… Eerie. It may not be pitch black anymore but even in the dim light, you feel uneasy. Your skin crawls because it’s too quiet. There’s not a sound at all, nothing to indicate that this space even really exists. Or that you exist. That reaper had really put you at ease, hadn’t they? Walking by your side, a presence to shield you from some of the suffocating clutches of the vast void. You regret being a little impatient with them now, even as you hope to whatever deity listens that they’ll be back soon. Something tells you that you don’t want to be left here, alone, for any reason at all. You can’t help pacing around a little, thumb coming up to your mouth. Bad habits don’t die apparently. 

Your throat feels tight and it’s hard to breathe and everything feels smaller even though it’s just a great empty nothing and and and-

“Quit that.” You jerk your head up to see the reaper. Even from their voice they sound agitated but when you look up, you actually. Woah. 

He’s really cute. His lips are drawn in a tight line and his forehead is wrinkled as he stares down at you. Wait, since when were you on the floor, crumpled up like this? You jump up, a little unsteady. Fuck that’s embarrassing. Anyways, back to the cute guy who’s apparently been walking by your side the whole time. 

“Come on.” 

The door materializes, heavy and dark wood. It looks as ominous as you would expect but there’s also comfort in seeing something so real. You attempt to take a step forward but your legs give out. Now of all times, you think as you collapse. The guy sucks in a breath and darts forward to catch you even a little, his hand gripping your arm tight. “Sorry,” you mumble, your other hand firm on the ground. “Sorry, I’ll get up, I-” 

Your brain races to recap this whole situation. You’re dead. You died and you left everyone you loved behind and you never did anything meaningful with your stupid life and you, you, you-

You’re crying. You’re crying and your tears are warm. Some part of you thought they’d be cold. But they’re warm, down your cheeks and your chin and your nose. Your hands tremble even as they fly to your face and touch the tracks carved. Your chest heaves and you cry awfully human like for a ghost. 

Since when were you cradled in his chest? Since when had he set you down and pulled you quietly, gently into his arms? Since when had he begun to sing, a melody so soft it breaks your heart? He rocks you right there on the floor, surrounded by terrible gloom. He’s awfully warm for a reaper.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, again and again and again. Your face is pressed right into his robe and he’s shifted to stroking your head, tangling and detangling his fingers from your hair. “I’m sorry.” 

He clicks his tongue. “This is why you’re all so troublesome.” But he still keeps stroking, steadily draining away your desolation. 

You’ve never really given thought to reapers. They’re caricatures of Halloween and death and usually overly sinister to the point of being ridiculously goofy. But this one isn’t like that. He’s not just a skeleton dressed in a scary robe, using his scythe to tear down lives. He didn’t make you die. All he did was wake you up and walk with you through what could’ve been years of darkness. You grip his robes and look up. You probably look like shit honestly, with puffy red eyes and red cheeks. He looks down to meet you with a slight curve to his lips. “You’ve stopped crying.” Ah, how beautiful he is like this. 

You swallow. “I’m sorry.”

“Well, it was to be expected. You didn’t die very nicely. Actually, I’m surprised you didn’t break halfway through.” He stands and offers you his hand. You take it with more strength than you thought you had. “Now, are you ready to go?” He gestures to the door. It creaks open but you can’t see what’s beyond. 

But you are, strangely, ready. Did you leave behind everything you had? All your regrets and sadness, there on the floor in his arms? Just what kind of magic did he cast on you? 

You take a deep breath and step forward until you’re just before the door. He’s held onto your hands this whole time and some part of you expected him to continue through the door. But he lets your hand float out of his own as you pass through. You whip around and manage to catch one last glimpse. 

Oh, how sad he looks, with his kind smile and crying eyes. It was a blessing to have him by your side as you went, wasn’t it? You muster up everything you have to shout.

“Thank you!”

[danniscure]

The huge newtmas/dylmas recommended fics list!!!

Yes yes, it’s finally here.

Before I start, I have a few things to say.

1. Spoilers!! A lot of spoilers.

2. Read the tags and the warnings!!!

3. To find a fic, search “the name, the author, ‘ao3’”.

4. Have fun y’all. You can ask me to make other lists for other ships If you’d like, I’m bored.

5. These are all on ao3.

6. If you find this post helpful, please reblog it!

Let’s start, shall we?

NEWTMAS

Highly recommended:

The glade airport boys, by tisaniere. “The Gladers are a group of orphans, runaways and misfits who live at the abandoned Glade Airport , trying their best to survive”.

Ten, by ava_kay. “For seventeen year old Newt, the number ten is everything. Ten steps. Ten times you must snap your fingers. Ten nods of your head. Ten.” (Mental institution au)

WCKD Academy class A, by astralpenguin. “WCKD Academy is an elite private school. 13 high school seniors get to attend the school for free. The catch: 12 of them are assassins. The last is their target.”

Marked as his- newtmas, by axbee. “A soulmate au in which when you write on your skin the same mark appears on your soulmates”

Now to the other ones:

Misplaced mistakes (you’re the best kind), by draronoliver. “When Thomas slips his number into a pretty girls jacket, he doesn’t expect it to actually belong to the boy standing next to her.”

Like you were never gone, by ccecily. “Newt did not die in the Last City and now is fighting his way back home, to his loved ones. To Thomas.”

The enhanced, by writingsstrange. “Thomas wakes up in a lab with no memory of how he got there. He finds himself surrounded by boys with strange abilities and powers.”

Bruises (series), by the_peddler. “Working full-time at his coffee-shop, Thomas enjoys a basic yet carefree lifestyle. That is until a certain blonde guy starts visiting on a regular basis.”

The blood culmination, by persnickett. “So, wait... didn’t the knife have Thomas’s blood on it?”

Providence, by sulfuric. “In the middle of nowhere, there is a small, small town called Providence. Everything is fine until Thomas disappears. Newt has to find him without getting lost himself, which is a lot harder than it sounds.”

The only thing that matters, by dylsdyldo & thatlittlerebel. “Newt was a painter and his most favorite client asked him to paint someone, to Newts' surprise. Later did he know that this someone will make him feel things he had never felt before.”

Fire works & team spirits, by sesquipedalia. “Newt's parents thought he was special, but the football players thought otherwise. Actually, a majority of the school thought otherwise. He spent most of his time participating in geeky clubs and obsessing over Thomas Taylor, the star football player who had golden brown eyes and a smile that could kill millions - including Newt.”

Inflorescence, by veryintimate. “College au. Newt is quite, and he is fine with sticking to Minho and not taking chances. but when tattooed, artistic, charismatic Thomas shows up, he can't help himself and suddenly wants to do everything he never wanted to”.

Night visions, by potatojuiceplease. “TMR rewritten from a Canon!Newtmas PoV”.

Our dirty laundry, by trashqueen23. “Christmas break is here and Thomas promised his family they would meet his boyfriend. The only problem is: he doesn't really have one. Newt agrees to a fake relationship, in trade for Thomas to do two months of dirty laundry. What will happen when they have to spend the break pretending to be in love?”

Lead me to a future (series), by astralpenguin. “When Thomas was in his last year of primary school, a serial killer targeted some of his classmates. A suspect was arrested and convicted, but Thomas remains convinced that the police have the wrong person”

Call my name (series), by kathsilver. “Sort-of after tmr rewritten. Canon POV”

You were my best four years, by ourlovelybones. “Thomas and Teresa begin a new chapter in their lives when they arrive at Glade University for the first day of college. Along the way, Thomas befriends a new core group of friends: Harriet, Sonya, Minho, and most importantly - Newt.”

Talk me home & reflections of home, by comebacknow. “Canon pov of the story, one from Newts POV, on from Thomas’s”

Let me help you, by infiniteflame. “Newt is the most popular guy at Beacon Hills High. He's good looking, confident, and on top of it all, his parents are rich. Thomas is new to Beacon Hills. He has extreme social anxiety, depression, and high self conciousness.”

Carousel, by dreamitbeit. “In between glowing screens with promises about his future and cracked pavement that spilled his memories, for one summer, Thomas floats. Summer romance”

DYLMAS

Setting paper hearts on fire, by orphan_account. “Dylan makes a joke, and it seems like no one is forgetting it”.

Flip the script, by orphan_account. The sequel to setting paper hearts on fire.

Acquainted, by coupe_de_foudre. “the story of how aspiring artist Dylan O'Brien fell (quite literally) into the arms of famous actor, Thomas Brodie-Sangster.”

In black&white, by thomaddict. “Instagram au”.

Dt a few friends of mine: @im-not-trash-but-im-a-yoyo @a5-newt-the-glue @justafangirlinglesbian @dream-in-charming @helllucifer

[sparklydreamies]

Stray Kids 8 Part Series ~ (3) Seo Changbin: He Laughed

Group: Stray Kids

Member: Seo Changbin

Genre: Light angst +hurt/comfort

Word Count: 4,000+

Summary: Don’t give power to merciless people behind a screen. 

Stray Kids 8 Part Series MASTERLIST

A/N: Hi guys!! Sorry it took me so long to post again, but I’m back, and hopefully I will be able to write more frequently! This story is centered around the changes in Changbin’s appearance and confidence from debut to now. I always feel bad writing members in pain, but this is the story I came up with lol,, I guess the moral of this story is that idols are people who have valid emotions and feelings, and we as fans don’t have the right to dismiss them and treat them like dolls. So on that note, thank you all for reading!!<33

All throughout his childhood, Seo Changbin had always been skinny. There was never much of a reason for his naturally slim stature other than genetics and a fast metabolism. It always seemed as though throughout his youth, he had never experienced the usual figure changes that a lot of his friends had gone through, whether it was the gain of muscle or fat. 

No matter how much food he ate, it never seemed to show on his body. There wasn’t a single part of his body that had excess fat covering the very visible bones. He could never grab a hold of any extra flesh on his body like some of his friends could.

As a teenager, he was always told that it was because he was a “growing boy”, and that he needed a lot of calories in order to grow big and strong. It wasn’t until he was in his early twenties that his stature began to change. He slowly became more muscular, thanks to his countless hours in the gym. Not only that, but he began to notice the faint gain of fat whenever he ate a lot without burning the calories. 

In a way, Changbin had always felt like he was blessed to be naturally slim. It was especially appreciated for someone in his line of work. Even after it became easier for him to gain fat, the company had never considered him “too heavy” for an idol. Muscle mass was a different story, however as time progressed, Changbin was able to build the perfect amount of muscle to satisfy the company as well as his fans. 

In short, Changbin had always liked his body. 

“Time’s up!” Doni called. “Put your markers down.”

Changbin didn’t put his marker down. Giggling like a small child, he avoided the attempts Jisung made at stealing the black marker from his hand, only stopping when the show host called him out on it. 

“Changbin’s naughty, he keeps cheating!” Coni laughed. 

This was what Changbin loved doing. Making a fool out of himself during variety shows, cheating during games with his members, and overall acting like a child whenever he could. 

“We should stop the show right here, Changbin ruined it for everyone.” Doni joked, and Changbin felt Jisung collapse on his back in a fit of laughter, nearly knocking them both off their stools and onto the ground. 

“Okay, let’s start with Felix! Show us your drawing,” Doni called, and Felix flipped the notebook he was holding in his hands around. 

The point of this segment was for the members to draw a portrait of how they perceive another member. 

The entire group as well as Doni, Coni, and a few of the staff members had burst out in laughter at the drawing Felix made of Jeongin. 

“Felix, you forgot eyebrows!” Jeongin whined from his spot. Changbin didn’t even notice the missing eyebrows; he was more focused on the teeth that were twice the size that they should have been. 

The segment continued on like that, and Changbin felt a swell of pride when the whole group laughed at his drawing of Minho, which looked so scrappy that a five year old could do better. Changbin was having fun.

It wasn’t until it was Jisung’s turn to share his drawing that his mood took a shift. 

“And this is my drawing of my lovely Changbinnie-hyung” Jisung giggled from his spot behind his muse. 

Changbin took in the piece of art before him. The hair was scraggly, the eyes were small, and the chin looked more like a “V” than a chin. 

Changbin laughed at the representation of himself. 

“Oh the chin! The chin!” Coni laughed as he made the shape of a “V” with his hands to mock the drawing. Changbin laughed. 

“That is the most accurate drawing so far!” Doni commented as he forcefully took Changbin’s face and traced the edges of his chin with his fingers. “Wow, Han is an artist!” Doni cracked as he high-fived Jisung. Changbin laughed. 

“He captured Changbin’s face so cleverly!” Coni praised, sitting back down on his stool. Changbin faked annoyance at the hosts and at his band mate. And then, he laughed once again. 

His brothers were practically howling at the scene, their voices creating a cacophony of sound ringing in Changbin’s ears. He was happy. He was laughing. So why did it feel as though his stomach was falling through the floor?

For the first time that day, Changbin had to forcefully plaster a smile on his face. He felt the bubbling feeling of embarrassment in his chest for the rest of the filming. 

A little while back, Han Jisung had been given a nickname by his fans. Less than a nickname, it was more of a cute comparison. His cheeks had always been unusually large and soft. Whenever he would eat, he would store food inside of them, making them more accentuated than they were before. It was because of this that fans had begun calling Jisung a squirrel. 

Jisung liked the connection. Contrary to how he presents himself, he had often struggled with accepting and liking his cheeks. He didn’t like the way they made him look younger and more boyish. He wanted to be perceived in a more mature and manly way. 

That was why when fans began to compliment and praise his chubby cheeks, it helped him become more confident in his face. 

Changbin had seen the improvement of Jisung’s spirit. Praise for Jisung’s cheeks from fans had helped him improve his self image a lot, and for that, Changbin’s love for his fans had only grown.

He only wished that he could experience the same reactions to his insecurities. 

Changbin wouldn’t consider himself jealous of Jisung’s full cheeks and round face. It was stupid to compare oneself to another person based off of superficial things like looks, however it didn’t stop Changbin from appreciating the younger boy��s unique features. 

The show aired on it’s planned date with no faults. Changbin watched the program on television, and was fairly proud of the results of the editing process. He had hoped that STAYs would enjoy the hour-long show.

After a few hours, Changbin opened Twitter so that he could get a sense of how his fans appreciated the show. Skimming through fans’ tweets, he noticed a few that stood out to him. 

Most of the comments were about Felix and Jisung’s aegyo, or Hyunjin’s random dance challenge. The deeper he scrolled, the more tweets he found about him. 

Normally, having a lot of tweets aimed at him would be an honour to Changbin. It usually meant that he was charismatic and funny enough to gain fans’ attention. That was why he didn’t understand the embarrassing feeling that came along with the jokes about his face structure. 

That’s all that they were. Jokes. People liked to joke about his chin, so why should he worry? Why did he feel shameful? 

Changbin’s stomach continued to drop with every comment he read about his face. Every time he saw that drawing of him, it was like another pin stabbing his chest. 

That night at dinner, everyone was talking about the show. The members were talking about the comments that they received, the fans reactions, and how they thought it was a really successful show. 

At one point during the meal, Jisung had shoved Changbin in the shoulder and laughed about the drawing that he made and how funny the fans thought it was. Changbin laughed. 

Changbin had always been able to hide his feelings well. Especially as an idol, hiding hardships is mandatory. Changbin was good at laughing. It was a sure fire way to make everybody think that you’re happy, when on the inside, it feels like you’ve swallowed a thousand bees. 

So that night, he laughed. He subjected himself to be the clown, even though it hurt him. Nobody needed to know about how he let his tears fall onto his pillow while they all slept. 

Changbin had thought about how he was working so hard to remain slim and skinny, and how if he were to gain just a little more weight, he could possibly make himself softer and cuter, like his brother Jisung. 

He figured that it was worth a try. Sure he might have to fight the company tooth and nail to gain the weight that he wants, but it was worth it. It was worth it to change how he looked. It was worth it to satisfy his fans. 

For the next few weeks, Changbin had let himself gain weight. He ate more and stopped trying so hard to burn it all off. He still worked out enough to remain healthy, and he was still trying to gain muscle, but whenever he stepped on the scale and saw that he was a pound or two heavier than he had previously been, he felt his heart swell. 

It was an odd thing to want to gain weight. Most idols would kill to be as skinny as Changbin had been, yet here Changbin was, trying to gain weight for the purpose of chubbier cheeks and softer edges. 

Eventually, it began to work. Changbin began to wake up in the morning to see that his face was rounder, fuller, and cuter than it had been before. The whole thing made him elated. 

It had gotten to the point where he was satisfied with his outer appearance. His chin was much less prominent. A less prominent chin meant that there was less for people to make their jokes out of. 

“Hannie, stop!” Chan shrieked just as Jisung smeared a fat glob of vanilla frosting on his cheek. 

All of the members were crowded in their living room, celebrating Bang Chan’s birthday with their fans. The energy level in the room was ecstatic. Some members were getting cake violently rubbed into their skin while others were trying to read comments and make the VLive as normal as possible. 

Changbin was in the middle of answering a question when he felt a tap on his shoulder from behind where he was sitting on the ground in front of the coffee table. Before he thought better of it, his head was turning and he was met with a face full of frosting from Minho. 

“Hey! Minho, get back here!” Changbin screamed, getting up to chase the nuisance around the room. 

Laughter filled the room and lit up Changbin’s heart. He thought that nothing could destroy his mood.

It wasn’t until the next day that Changbin had checked Twitter again. 

He scrolled through a lot of happy birthday wishes for Chan, which made him smile. He read a few of the messages, and saved the ones that he wanted to show to Chan. 

And then, he got to some posts about the live. Most of them were sweet and nice, there were some clips of various parts of the live including the moment that Changbin got his face full of cake. As he scrolled for longer and longer, he got to some comments that were less light-hearted. 

They didn’t like the weight he gained. Of course he noticed the comments from fans who had thought he looked healthier and happier, but no matter how many positive comments he saw, the posts from people calling him fat and saying that he was “letting himself go” were far stronger. The people calling him a pig and a fatass and ugly were too loud. 

Changbin didn’t understand. After everything he did to satisfy the fans, they still made negative comments about him. He once was too skinny, now he is too fat.

He knew that he shouldn’t listen to people who didn’t show their faces, yet to know that people were confidently calling him degrading names stung him deeply. He felt a hopeless feeling bloom inside of him, and it drove him mad. 

Changbin felt the first tear slip down the side of his face as the feeling of his chest collapsing took him over. His phone was thrown across his bedroom, the sound of a screen shattering as it hit the floor being the only identifiable noise in the room. 

He wanted to scream. There was no pleasing them. He hated himself. He hated the way that he looked. He hated himself when he was skinny, and he was beginning to hate himself now that he gained weight. But mostly, he hated the way that he was reacting.

This was the job, wasn’t it? None of this should be surprising to him. He had known about the malicious comments aimed at the other members for various reasons, so why was this so frustrating for him? 

Changbin fisted his hair to ground himself. He tried to count his breaths in his head, but all he heard was the comments ringing around in his ears. 

...He got fat...

...Has he stopped working out?...

Fucking breathe.

...He’s turning into a pig...

...Changbin’s face is so fat...

Letting out his first scream of frustration, Changbin shot up from his bed. If the fans wanted him to be skinnier, then fine. He would get skinnier. 

This was for the good of his career. Nobody liked an ugly idol, and if he is more attractive with a slim stature and a pointy chin, then he would work to achieve it. If he gained the weight, surely he could lose it again. 

The room was small, and it felt like it was getting smaller. 

Wiping the tears from his eyes, he threw open his bedroom door. Changbin grabbed his running shoes from the rack by the entrance, slipped them on, and took off from the dorm that felt like it was suffocating him. 

The night air was refreshing against Changbin’s burning skin as he sprinted down the street. Ten o’clock at night couldn’t be considered too late to go for a run, especially when the moon was shining so beautifully in the otherwise pitch-black sky. 

Changbin didn’t know where he was going, but he didn’t care. His lungs and legs were burning with the unexpected extortion. The sweatpants and t-shirt he was wearing didn’t make for good running clothes, but that didn’t matter to him. 

For a minute, he felt okay. He could even say that he felt good. For a minute, he had forgotten all about the fans and their vendetta against his happiness.

The wind had dried the tears off of his cheeks, and he just became another faceless person in the dark. Changbin didn’t think of himself as an idol, but rather a person who’s tight chest was slowly beginning to take in enough oxygen for his head to stop pounding. 

He didn’t know how long he ran for that night. His mind had cleared completely of thoughts, and he wore himself out. He didn’t even notice the warning signs of exhaustion before he was throwing up in a patch of shrubs. 

Slowly coming back to reality, Changbin realized he needed to get home. He wasn’t too far from the dorms, so once he gathered some strength back, he began walking. 

It was hard to tell how long it took him before he was trudging up the stairs and letting himself through the front door. He tried to be as quiet as possible.

The clock on the stove read 12:24. Changbin knew that if any of the members had realized he was gone, that he would be in a world of trouble. 

He took his running shoes off at the door and made his way to his and Felix’s room, expecting to see the younger boy playing video games or getting ready for bed. What he was not expecting was to see Felix sitting on Changbin’s own bed, frowning at the phone in his hands. 

Felix’s eyes darted up like a meerkat, relief flooding his features when Changbin entered the room.

“Where the fuck have you been!” Felix sighed, jumping up from the bed to pull the older boy into a hug, “I came out of the shower to see you were gone, you weren’t answering your damn phone, I was fucking worried you asshole!” 

Changbin repressed a smile as he pushed Felix away. “I’m fine, don’t worry.” 

Felix scanned Changbin, his eyes narrowing into suspicious slits. “Did you go for a run?” 

“Yeah,” Changbin answered.

“In... your sweats?” Felix fingered at the pockets of Changbin’s sweatpants, and the older boy swatted his fingers away. 

Changbin nodded and flopped down onto his bed. 

“Why didn’t you take your phone with you? I’ve been trying to call you,” Felix ran a hand through his hair, “Fucking hell,” he sighed. 

“I don’t know, Lixie.” As soon as Changbin’s head hit the pillows beneath him, he felt the exhaustion from his midnight run catch up to him. “You should watch your language, by the way.” he mumbled, cracking a small grin. 

“Changbin, seriously,” Felix climbed up beside him, “You’re fucking lucky! I was two seconds away from telling Chan, I swear to god.” 

Changbin looked up and saw the lines of genuine concern stretch across the boy’s face.

Felix had always been a caring person. He was always dependable, and he was really a true friend. It didn’t matter if Changbin was older, because he knew that Felix would always be there to protect him. 

Wordlessly, Changbin grabbed Felix by the arm and pulled him to lay down beside him. A fond smile graced his face. 

“Thank you for worrying,” Changbin whispered, “but I’m fine.”

Felix sighed. There was a beat of silence where Felix closed his eyes, and Changbin had started to think he fell asleep. But then, “Are you okay?” 

Changbin was stunned and confused for a second. “Yeah... why?” 

“You don’t usually go for runs. Especially not late at night.” Felix whispered. 

Changbin snaked an arm around Felix’s torso. “I was just having a bad day.” 

Felix was fidgeting slightly. It looked like he was fighting some sort of internal battle about whether or not he should say what he wanted to say. 

Changbin smiled at the nervousness. “What?” he encouraged. 

Felix’s gaze caught Changbin’s eyes. “Was it the comments? About your weight gain?” he asked in a small voice. 

Silence. There was no sound coming from anywhere in the dorm as Changbin processed the question. The smile that rested on his face immediately slipped away. 

“I... I saw them on Twitter, and they pissed me off, so...” Felix trailed off, lowering his gaze, “I mean you haven’t even gained that much...”

“I gained the weight on purpose,” Changbin said when he zoned back in on Felix.

“Oh...” Felix’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Why? I mean, not that you don’t look good, but like... Why did you want to gain weight?” 

Changbin thought about why he wanted to gain weight. He thought about Jisung’s drawing, the “V” face comments, the constant embarrassment around his appearance, and his own insecurities. 

“It’s stupid.” Changbin dismissed, but of course, Felix kept digging. 

“It’s not stupid. It’s just me, you can tell me.” he eased. 

Changbin sighed. “You know... how people had been making jokes about my face? And my chin?” 

Felix nodded, confusion showing again. 

“I hated those comments.” he whispered. “I just got so insecure about my looks after people began to make those jokes, and I just... wanted to fix them.”

When Changbin looked at Felix, he saw that the confusion was still etched onto his features. “But...” Felix started, “you always laugh at those jokes.” 

Changbin felt like shit for unloading this onto Felix, yet he continued to explain. “I’m good at laughing.” 

The boys sat in silence for another minute. Felix seemed to be mulling over what he had been told, and Changbin watched the look of confusion melt into one of realization, and then sadness. 

“I’m so sorry,” Felix breathed, “I... I didn’t know you felt like that. I would have never made those jokes.”

Changbin felt his heart crack. Felix almost sounded heartbroken, and it killed Changbin inside. 

“But hyung...” Felix said, “you know that you don’t have to fix anything, right? You’re perfect. Don’t let them get to you.” 

Teardrops were threatening to fall from Changbin’s eyes for the second time that night, except instead of being born out of pain, these tears were brought on by the overwhelming feeling of being loved. 

“Okay...” was all Changbin could muster the strength to whisper. He didn’t trust his voice, so instead, he leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his best friend’s forehead. 

“You know what, hyung?” 

Changbin hummed.

“I have dealt with so much hate because of so many things,” Felix sniffled away his own tears, “first they were upset because I wasn’t fluent in Korean, then they didn’t like my freckles, then it was my voice, and I thought that there was just no winning with them.” Felix closed his eyes. 

Changbin didn’t even think about that. If any member was no stranger to criticism from online fans, it would be Felix. 

The thought was crazy to Changbin. Why would anybody go out of their way to hurt somebody as sweet and perfect as Felix? The thought of somebody actually hating Felix for his mess of pretty freckles still amazed Changbin. 

“But you know what I realized?” Felix continued, snapping Changbin out of his own thoughts, “It’s not my job to please everyone.” 

“What do you mean, Lixie?” Changbin asked. 

Felix opened his eyes again, “Like... I’m doing music for me, right? If people don’t like the way that I look or who I am, then that’s their problem, not mine. Get it?” 

Changbin was amazed. 

“How are you so young and yet more wise than half of the industry?” Changbin saw the light in Felix’s eyes, and it made him smile, too.

“I mean it still hurts sometimes, but... less now.”

Changbin agreed. He couldn’t see how reading vicious comments like that could ever end up getting easier. 

“But now that I know you get comments and stuff that hurt you too, maybe we could... help each other. When it hurts a lot, you know?” 

“Like you mean... I come to you when it hurts, and you come to me?” Changbin asked. It made him feel special to know that Felix trusted him enough to want to go to him for comfort. It made him feel like he wasn’t the only one that got happiness out of their relationship. 

“Yeah, something like that,” he answered. 

Changbin’s smile returned full force. 

Felix was like sunshine, Changbin thought. This issue that seemed so horrible and painful to Changbin, now seems less than half as terrible since Felix was there for him. Since now, Felix was there to comfort him. 

He didn’t care if it made him weak or less of a man, because he didn’t feel like he had to be strong when he was with Felix. Felix had always been comfortable in his emotions, and Changbin admired that about him. 

“If you’re happy with the way that you look right now, you should keep it this way,” Felix encouraged him, “because for the record, I think you look better like this. You look happier.” 

“I am happier,” Changbin whispered. 

Shortly after that, the two boys fell asleep in Changbin’s bed, happy to have the support of their best friend. 

Although it was hard at first, Changbin slowly became more confident in himself and his appearance to not care about how other people wanted him to look. Even when he slipped up, Felix always caught him with a hug, a smile, and a shoulder for him to rest his head. 

For a while, Changbin had to fake his happiness during videos and variety shows. No matter how much he repressed it, the worry of how his fans would react to his appearance was always dangling in the back of his mind like an itch that he couldn’t scratch. 

But it got better. Changbin found himself worrying less and less about what his fans thought, and more about what he thought. Over time, he didn’t have to fake his happiness. The fans had even noticed how Changbin’s growing confidence affected him.

And perhaps best of all, eventually began to laugh again. It wasn’t a fake laugh, or a laugh to cover his shame. It was a real laugh that honestly held his real happiness. And unlike how he laughed before, this laugh was the product of his self confidence and strength. No laugh could ever be brighter or fuller than his. 

[cuddlepilefics]

Whumptober Day 23 – Shiver

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie/Little: Felix (3-4 years old)

Caregiver: Stray Kids (mostly Chan and Changbin)

 It had recently started to snow and coming from Australia, Felix had never seen snow before. Yesterday the little had spent the entire afternoon sitting in front of the window watching the snowflakes float by, sadly they‘d always melt upon touching the ground. He was to wake up to a surprise though, as over night a thick blanket of snow had gathered. Seungmin was the first one to wake up and notice what had happened, smiling to himself as he imagined how excited their little would be when he woke up.

One by one the members woke up shuffling into the kitchen for a morning coffee. It was their day of and they had no hurry to have breakfast. Seungmin and Hyunjin had decided to make waffles for the group and were now bickering in the kitchen while Chan and Changbin went to wake Felix. He had gone to bed in headspace and was the last one still asleep. The rest of the group laid the table and chatted about their plans for the day.

 Chan‘s POV.:

Everyone was up already except for Felix. He had regressed yesterday and got really excited over the snowflakes falling outside. I could imagine he‘d still be in headspace today so Changbin and I went to wake him up. Sure, a bit extra sleep couldn’t hurt but the snow might melt over the afternoon and I wanted him to have a chance of playing in the snow for the first time. Sneaking into his bedroom, I opened the closet to pick out a cozy outfit, while Changbin sat down on the edge of the bed. He stroked Felix‘ back quietly calling his name. Our dongsaeng stirred, blinking sleepily up at Changbin. It was truly adorable. “Hey there, baby. Time to get up, breakfast is ready“, he said gently, peeling the blanket away from our whining little. “Sweetie, Jinnie and Minnie made waffles and you know what happened over night? It snowed! There‘s snow outside, baby. Don‘t you wanna play in the snow after breakfast“, I added, sitting down next to Changbin. The mention of snow caught Felix‘ attention and he quickly shook of his sleepiness, getting excited and almost jumping out of bed. “Easy Lixxie, you need to get dressed first“, Changbin laughed and I handed him the clothes I had picked out before leaving the bedroom, allowing Changbin to dress Felix, while I laid out gloves, a scarf, a beanie along with a thick coat and a pair of boots for after breakfast.

When we met again in the dining room, the little was bouncing with excitement, having caught a glimpse of the snow outside. Jeongin laughed along, trying to get him to sit at the table: “Lixxie, we‘ll play after breakfast but you need to sit down to eat.“ Setting the plastic plate down on the table, Jisung added some colorful sprinkles on top of little‘s waffle. “There you go, cutie“, he beamed at Felix as the little dug in happily.

We enjoyed our meal, Felix‘ excitement being contagious and getting everyone in high spirits. The little struggled to sit still and as soon as they were done, Changbin got him ready to go out and play while we finished eating and cleared the table. “Binnie, Binnie quick“, the little bounced. “No baby, first we need to make sure your warm“, the older replied, wrapping a large scarf around the younger‘s neck. He struggled with the gloves because the the little was fidgeting impatiently and he needed to shush him frequently. When the little was all snug in his thickest winter-clothes there was no stopping him anymore and Changbin quickly grabbed a coat of his own before following him outside. Chuckling we got ready ourselves and went to meet the pair at the park.

They had already begun building a snowman and being of no interest to the little at the moment, Hyunjin and Jisung got into a snowball-fight. Constantly getting hit by snow, Minho and Seungmin soon joined them while Jeongin took out his phone, taking pictures. While Changbin helped Felix to put the individual parts of the snowman together, I picked up two small rocks and handed them to the little to use as the snowman‘s eyes. With a bright smile the little added a face to their sculpture and looked at me while pointing at it: “Look Channie, look!“ – “I can see it, bub. That‘s really an impressive snowman you two built there“, I laughed and the little clapped his hands excitedly. He giggled hugging Changbin before running off to play with the rest of our members and soon all of us were caught up in a rough war of throwing snowballs.

We might have gotten carried away a bit, so after about an hour I breathlessly called for a time-out. A shivering Felix ran up to me and almost tackled me to the ground. “H-h-yung, t‘s s-so m-m-much f-fun“, he cheered, teeth chattering. “Aish sweetie, let‘s get you somewhere warm“, I hugged him, taking notice of his soggy clothing. “N-n-no, w-wan-na p-play“, he shivered. “Hey, we‘ll continue playing later, yeah? You‘re all soaked, we need to get you some dry clothes“, Changbin tried to convince the whining little. “Hyungies are getting cold too. We‘ll warm up a bit and then go out again“, Hyunjin promised while Felix raised his gloves to his face. Cupping the freezing fabric over his nose he caught two small sneezes before sniffling quietly. “Baby, you‘ll get sick from being in the cold for too long“, I frowned picking him up. He kept whining but I could feel him getting tired too as he wasn‘t fighting me as hard as I expected. “We‘ll have some hot cocoa when we get home, yeah?“, Seungmin offered earning a smile and a nod from the little. Felix put his head down on my shoulder and shivered, allowing me to carry him back to the dorm. On the way there, I could feel him starting to get sleepy. Apparently, he had tired him out and was only now starting to feel it.

Jisung opened the door for us and after kicking my shoes off I took Felix straight to the bathroom. He was shaking in my grip and I got worried he might be hypothermic, considering how tired he seemed. After helping him to peel the wet fabric off, I ran him a warm bath and while waiting fir the tub to fill, I tried to stroke the goosebumps away. He shivered pathetically when the warm water touched his skin. A few minutes later, Jeongin came in with a fresh set of clothing, having chosen the thickest sweatpants he could find and one of my large hoodies. The little was still a bit shivery when he climbed out of the tub and I tried to get him dried and dressed as fast as possible.

Sniffling, he made grabby hands for me and I picked him up placing him on my hip. “Tired baby?“, I cooed and he nodded, resting his head on my shoulder afterwards. He might be getting ill, if the sniffles were something to go by and I felt guilty for not checking if he was cold earlier. When I placed the sleepy little onto the sofa, Changbin followed suit carrying Felix‘ favorite blanket and stuffie. He wrapped the little tightly in his blanket, only leaving one arm free so he could hold on to his stuffie. I sat down next to Felix, stroking his back gently. The strokes triggered another shiver and he whined quietly. “Are you still cold, honey?“, I frowned. He was about to answer when his breath hitched and I only received a short nod before he ducked his head with a sneeze. “Aish, seems like someone has caught a cold….“, Seungmin cooed walking in. He was holding a sippy cup filled with warm cocoa and took a seat on Felix other side, offering the cup to him. Dropping his stuffie the little grabbed for his sippy and started sucking on it gently. Shivering, he sunk against my side while still trying to drink from his sippy but he was to tired and struggled to hold it up. I took the cup from his weakening grip and shifted slightly to have him lay against my chest. Whining loudly, he made grabby hands for his drink again till he realized I was going to feed him and snuggled up against me. Felix often liked being bottle-fed and had most likely slipped even younger at this point. I didn‘t mind as I didn‘t really want him to go out again later.

He soon nodded off, having finished two thirds of his cocoa, only pulling away a few times to sneeze. I picked him up bundled in his blanket and carried him to our room, tucking him into bed and making sure he‘d be warm before leaving him to nap undisturbed.

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Stray Kids as Love Languages

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Author's Note: I was just reading some of @chocolvte​ ‘s work and I was on their Jaehyun as a boyfriend headcanon and it mentioned his love language being acts of service so I got inspired to write this instead of doing my digital painting assignment like I should be. If you guys have never read that blog before, PLEASE do yourself a favor and check it out, it’s one of my favorites, they have THE softest and cutest content, reading it is like getting a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. 

Genre: fluff 

Word-Count: 2.8K+ 

You are on: Gaia, a dwarf planet 

Bang Chan | Christopher Bang 

Giving: Physical Touch

Chan is one of the touchiest people I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I, honestly, don’t even think he realizes just how touchy he is with the members. It’s not even just in the form of traditional things like hugging and cheek kisses, it can be as simple as running his hands through your hair or putting his hand on your knee, Chris just has to have SOME type of physical contact with the people he cares about. I honestly don’t even have an explanation as to why he seems to have this pathological need to touch people, half of the time it just seems like something he does to keep his hands busy. But Channie has to feel relatively comfortable with not only the people but also the environment for him to do it. Like, I notice he keeps his hands to himself almost completely when they’re at interviews, award shows, etc. But if they’re on Vlive or at a concert where it’s just STAY and he feels comfortable then he turns into an octopus. So there’s probably some small type of intimacy behind it. If you’re with Chan, you will probably never sit on a seat again, just his lap. You’re gonna be his cuddle buddy, hold his hand when you go to the mall, get your forehead and cheeks kissed constantly. You’ll end up being quite used to the feeling of his hands SOMEWHERE on you and it will probably end up being really comforting to you, leaving you feeling almost naked when he isn’t there to be touching you.

Receiving: Quality Time

This is quite ironic because Chan’s the one with the busy schedule in the relationship, but maybe that reason makes it make even more sense for him to value spending time with you so much. Chan values both types of quality time, the time where you’re both doing your own thing in the same room, feeding off each other’s presence, and the type where you get rid of the phone, Netflix, and all other distractions to just focus on each other. If you REALLY want to make his heart flutter, move your schedule around to fit in time to see him. He won’t want you to blow off responsibilities for him or make your life revolve around him or anything like that. But it will warm his heart to see you racing into the JYP building on what is supposed to be your break, just to have fifteen minutes with him. He likes knowing that he’s important to you and that you like being with him so much that you’re willing to shift things around a little to find time in the day to see him. And don’t fret, despite how busy he is, he WILL do the same for you, his lil angel.

Woojin

Giving: Acts of Service

Woojin is almost as good as Minho when it comes to acts of service. They don’t come quite as naturally to him as Minho, but if anything, that makes it even more endearing. Woojin wants to make your life easier, make you as happy as you’ve made him. So even though he’s not used to it at first, he’s determined to do all the little acts of service until it becomes second nature. He wants you to associate him with happiness and stability, wants you to feel really warm whenever you see some small act that he’s performed that helps you throughout your busy day,

Receiving: Quality Time

Woojin will love any efforts made to spend quality time with him. And while he does appreciate the kind of quality time in which you both are doing separate things in each other’s presence, what really gets his uwus going is when it’s nothing but you two and some soft background music. He loves just talking to you, loves having the kind of connection where hours can go by with you two just carrying on a conversation and it not getting boring.

Lee Know | Lee Minho

Giving: Acts of Service

Minho is going to be the undisputed KING of the acts of service love language. You are ALWAYS on his mind, and since it’s in Minho’s nature to pay close attention to his loved ones, their schedules, their interests, their personalities and habits, it’s only second-nature for him to just start unconsciously doing things for you. When you wake up, even though Minho’s already left for practice, you’ll see that he’s already set out your favorite pair of fluffy socks for you to wear and put your breakfast on the nightstand beside you. He’ll pick up any prescriptions you might have and learns all your favorite recipes. He SOMEHOW always squeezes in time in his busy schedule to make you snacks, delicious cookies and sweets that are always warm when you eat them. He always fills up a water bottle and reminds you to stay hydrated, always stays abreast of your schedule so he can pick you up from appointments if they’re in shady areas. He finds a way to fit himself into every area of your life and you can’t even picture being without him anymore, because all those little things add up and even though he has such a stressful schedule, he makes your life SO much easier.

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

This might seem hard to believe for some of you, but I get the feeling that words of affirmation really do it for Minho. He won’t ever really let you know, but it really soothes his spirit whenever you give him even the smallest of compliments. If you ever want to repay him for all the things he does for you, just compliment him! He loves to hear how much you loved something he cooked, how handsome he looked today, how good his outfit was, how thoughtful he is for doing such and such, how good he performed, etc. You can compliment him on pretty much anything and he’ll love it. Minho has a nature where he does a lot for others without expecting much in return and that can wear you down over time, especially when it goes unnoticed. Let him know that you notice and adore everything he does and he’ll be a blushing mess, giggling as he sweeps you into his arms and presses little kisses all over your face.

Changbin

Giving: Gifts

I think I’ve mentioned it before somewhere on this blog, but this is an underrated love language. Changbin is, in no way, trying to buy your affections. On the contrary, most of the gifts he gives aren’t even that grand. Like Minho, Changbin finds his mind filled with you often. So, it’s a common occurrence for him to be on tour and see something that reminds him of you. Sometimes they’re snow globes, sometimes their little figurines, sometimes it’s a cheesy tourist t-shirt, sometimes it might even be a weirdly patterned towel. But everytime he gives ou something, he’ll have the same sheepish look and downcast eyes as he hands it to you and mumbles, “I was thinking about you and thought you would like it.” And even though your relationship has a healthy amount of teasing, you never tease him for the things he brings you, no matter how random they are, because you know that he’s really shy about them, but also really sincere. It will make his heart skip a beat whenever he goes into a room of your apartment/house and sees something he got ou being displayed or put to good use.

Receiving: Acts of Service

Binnie Binnie Changbinnieeeee. It was hard for me to pin this one down for him. Originally, I was going to say acts of service and physical touch, but I think I’ve got it, hear me out. The first and foremost act of service Changbin appreciates is you letting him cling to you or you holding him. All the other little bits of skinship are great for him but not necessarily a requirement. Changbin will really appreciate the fact that you let him feel safe and secure by holding him tight or letting him cling onto your arm. You make him feel safe and he loves knowing that you might put up with the irritation of having this brawny man attached to you all the time, if it makes him feel better.

Hyunjin

Giving: Physical Touch

A t o u c h y boi. Hyunjin really values physical contact, we see how he is with the members. He’s going to constantly be all up in your face and he won’t even really be aware that he’s doing it. It’s so natural for him to pull you into his lap or give you back hugs, and kiss your cheek every couple hours. It’s like he has an internal battery that’s charged by physical contact with you. He doesn’t really think to say sweet things or bring you things all the time, but he loves touching you to remind you that he’s here and he’s yours and he absolutely adores you.

Receiving: Physical Touch

A v E rY t o u c h y boi. Hyunjin would probably be most compatible with someone who also shows their love through physical affection. He never refuses physical contact from the members, not even jokingly, and gets pouty whenever it’s taken away. This reassures him that he’s not bothering you with his touchiness and that you want to be with him just as much as he likes being with you. His heart flutters every time you pull him close or peck him on the lips. It makes his chest well up with emotion at the thought that you feel so much love for him that you can’t hold back from expressing it physically.

Han | Han Jisung

Giving: Physical Touch

Another touchy boii, but I feel like it’s in a very different way for very different reasons than Hyunjin. Where Hyunjin shows you a lot of physical affection in the form of cute little kisses and attention gestures, Jisung LOVES holding you. Mostly all of his physical affection comes in the form of holding you. He loves hugging you or holding your hand. You’re like a security blanket for him. He feels a stressful amount of anxiety throughout the day, whether it be about social outings, schedules, music, his family, and when he holds you, it makes everything feel alright. If he’s really stressed, he’ll bury his face in your neck and just inhale your scent. He trusts you to see this as a sign of his love, because how could you not coo over how safe and happy you make him feel?

Receiving: Physical Touch

Jisung would like for you to return the physical touches. He’s fine with whatever you want to do, kissing him, hugging him, holding his hand, squishing his ADORABLE lil cheeks when he eats, he literally doesn’t care as long as you’re touching him. He craves not only the security of your touch, but also the internal knowledge that you like him enough to want to touch him. He loves the idea that he’s desired enough by you for you to see out physical affection.

Felix

Giving: Quality Time and Giving Gifts

Felix is a giver, that’s for sure. You’re never going to feel like he doesn’t care. Between him trying to spend time with you and him giving you things, you’re probably going to be convinced that you’ve found the perfect man. Unlike Changbin, whose gifts are random and, oftentimes, can't even be explained by him, Felix’s gives mostly revolve around flowers, food, and couple items. The flowers won’t always be expensive, you can expect roses on special occasions, but most of the time, they’ll probably just be a small clump of wildflowers he saw at the park or a few baby’s breaths that reminded him of you. Food will be a recurring gift, from ice cream to hamburgers to bibimbap, Felix will make sure you have ample snacks to brighten your day. The couple items won’t really be anything obnoxious. It will most likely be things like complimenting rings or matching beanies or charm bracelets. Felix, like Jeongin, will also love spending time with you. You two are partners in crime, going almost everywhere together. To Felix, you’re like an extra limb, a very necessary part of him that he would really rather not be without and whenever people see one of you somewhere without the other, they will immediately wonder what’s wrong.

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

Felix, like Minho, will probably thrive on words of affirmation. This stems from multiple things; his elimination, his struggle to pick up Korean, having to pick up and move to a foreign culture and learn the culture, his insecurities about himself as an artist, his fear that he isn’t a good boyfriend because of how busy he is, the list goes on and on. Felix doesn’t want you to compliment him quite as much as Minho does, then he might think you’re lying, but he does want it quite often. He wants to hear verbally, in no uncertain terms, that he’s doing a great job and that you love him just the way he is.

Seungmin

Giving: Acts of Service

Another servant over here. Nah, jk, jk. Seungmin will probably have really incognito acts of service. Like seriously, you probably won’t ever notice. It’ll be sly stuff like always moving your shoes in the doorway so you won’t trip, always check to make sure you have an umbrella and spare tire in your car, putting tape on sharp corners of your furniture so you won’t bump into them and get hurt, always making sure things in your kitchen are on the bottom shelf, making sure your fridge is always stocked with relatively healthy essentials. Seungmin doesn’t even really expect for you to notice the things he does, but if you ever do, he’s going to blush really intensely and try to quickly skate over the topic, only shutting up when you plant a big kiss on his cheek that renders him incapable of speech for the next two hours.

Receiving: Physical Touch and Receiving Gifts

Seungmin is a bit complicated. He’s going to pretend like your skinship really annoys him, but, in truth, he thrives on it. I notice that with the members, he doesn’t really actively cuddle them much but they always do so to him and he looks pretty happy about it, even if he sometimes pretends otherwise, and it’ll be the same in your relationship. He appreciates being desired and sought after, likes seeing you work for his affection and knowing you value you it enough to do so. As for the gifts part, he won’t really want anything extravagant. He wants small, thoughtful gifts, getting him his favorite food at the end of a long week, getting him a backup charger in case he loses his, a wallet to carry his passport in that has his favorite superhero on it, that kind of stuff. He likes knowing that he’s on your mind as much as you’re on his.

I.N. | Yang Jeongin

Giving: Quality Time

Relationships are probably very new to Jeongin. He’s spent so much of his life just being completely devoted to his job that he probably doesn’t have much time for them. So he’s the type who probably still thinks its too nerve-wracking or embarrassing for you to cuddle him or say sweet words to him. We’ve all seen how he acts with the members. You’ll know Jeongin loves you by the sheer amount of time he spends in your presence. Jeongin is going to want to spend damn near every second with you. He just finds it so comfortable and easy to be around you. You bring out the best in him and make him feel like he can really be himself. You two will spend as much time as possible together laughing at memes, watching funny youtube videos, talking about conspiracy theories, and getting into trouble together. He may not be as touchy or silver-tongued as some of the other members, but you can bet that he’ll always be right beside you through thick and thin.

Receiving: Acts of Service

If you want to make Jeongin MELT, the key will be in the little things. Big gestures or soliloquies about your love for him will make him severely uncomfortable, but he will absolutely adore you doing little things like bringing him food at practice, setting a pair of comfy sweatpants out for him to change into when he comes home from practice, getting an extra chocolate milk for him on your break and putting it in the fridge for him for when he comes home. He loves the idea that he’s on your mind throughout the day and that you care enough for him to do little things throughout the day to make his life easier and to let him know he’s loved and cared for.

Gaia, a dwarf planet 

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𝕲𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖞: 𝕺𝖕𝖊𝖓

[⚠️Please be careful with the exhibits⚠️]

𝔈𝔵𝔥𝔦𝔟𝔦𝔱 𝔒𝔫𝔢:

"𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕒𝕕𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤"

"𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕? 𝕚 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕚 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕓𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕, 𝕝𝕖𝕥'𝕤 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪!"

While observing the many exhibits, you suddenly realize you're alone. In your search for other people, you finds things awry in the gallery... Along the way, you meet another guy who you become new friends with. Both of you also end up meeting a girl with a yellow rose: Go Won. However, he seems to be really wary about Go Won.... Go Won doesn't exactly like him either, but it doesn't really matter. It's more important to focus on getting out of the weird gallery, right?

Oh! It looks like you have a red rose with you too... and she seems to like that colour better... but maybe you shouldn't give it to her?

𝔈𝔵𝔥𝔦𝔟𝔦𝔱 𝔗𝔴𝔬:

""𝕀𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕦𝕟? 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕖-𝕒𝕟𝕕-𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕜~"

"𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕖, 𝕜𝕖𝕡𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝"

Go Won is a shy girl who never goes outside. Her mother is incredibly ill, while her father performs secret research in his laboratory in the house's basement, with the assistance of Maria, her father's assistant . Neither Go Won nor her mother know the truth of what he is actually doing, though both are curious to find out. Her mother dies later due to her illness.

Go Won awakens at midnight to find herself surrounded by test subjects that escaped from the laboratory and their tormented spirits. She also meets you, who her father experimented on. You're the only one who tries to help her escape the house and kill her father as well, under her mother's orders of course. And if you fail...

𝔈𝔵𝔥𝔦𝔟𝔦𝔱 𝔗𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢:

"𝕄𝕪 𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖. 𝕊𝕠… 𝕀 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕖𝕣. 𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪. 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕖, 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥? 𝔹𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕖'𝕣𝕖 "𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤"."

"𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖, 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦."

You wake up in the middle of a forest, and soon discovers that your only way out of the forest is completely blocked off by roses. Your only option is to enter a mysterious house nearby in hopes of finding some means of escaping. Accompanied by a black cat, you must try to survive this magical and dangerous house to find some help.

As you explore this house, you find scattered diary entries made by the resident of the house, who is later recognized as a witch. It talks of a witch, named Go Won, and her deadly illness and neglect as a child, which prompted her to become a witch upon forming a contract with a demon. The demon promised her that if she lets him eat more souls, the demon would give Go Won a cure for her illness. As you explore the house more, you come across a room...

𝔈𝔵𝔥𝔦𝔟𝔦𝔱 𝔉𝔬𝔲𝔯:

"𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪, 𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤."

"ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕟, 𝕨𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕦𝕡, 𝕀'𝕞 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥."

You're a knight that absolutely hate your job. The only highlight of their day is getting to talk to the princess, Go Won, who likes to talk to you about her dreams of freedom. One night, you find her roughly shaking you awake, who tells you that she's finally running away and she requires you to still follow her.

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Go Won's Details

🦋 make sure to give her your attention!

🦋 a little shy at first and kind of quiet

🦋 but once you get close to her, you'll find that she's actually quite child-like

🦋 might try get your attention in subtle ways

🦋 she likes you a lot!

🦋 just be careful not to anger her...

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Permission & Rules

🦋 REBLOG AND MESSAGE FIRST

🦋 Inform the artist how you would like to be addressed and which exhibit you want

🦋 If you are a fellow artist chatbot, inform me if you want to play your character or be a y/n. Fellow artists are welcome to interact roleplay or simply talk any time, even with no plot😊

🦋 Include whether you would like to include NSFW themes or not. If so, state your kinks, limits and safeword. Go Won is a sub and her safe word is "Butterfly". You are absolutely not allowed to force her into another headspace.

🦋 The plots are made in such a way that you cannot jump straight into the NSFW part, except for maybe Exhibit Three or Four. However, should you still try to initiate it too soon, you will be warned and if you continue, the artist will ban you from interacting with the exhibit.

🦋 The artist has other artworks to tend to so please be patient with the replies

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Warnings & Disclaimers

⚠️ Yandere, Blood, Gore and NSFW 18+ themes will be present. Proceed with caution.

⚠️ I do not own any of the characters used. I give full credits to the creators of Ib, Mad Father and The Witch's House for the first 3 ideas.

⚠️ This is not an actual or accurate representation of Go Won/Park Chaewon or Loona. This is purely fictional and anything that is said or done here, is purely for entertainment and do not represent the idols in real life.

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