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➳ a pretty fish

➶ poly!mulmyungz x gn!reader ｡˚ °

-ˏ` ✎﹏ “When you said you rescued an injured fish from the beach, this is not what I imagined.”

➴ genre: fluff and angst, merman!au, marine biologist!leehan, merman!jaehyun, courting, estabilished leehan x reader

: ̗̀➛ warnings: wounds, jaehyun is the cutest merman you ever saw (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡

⌨ :: 3.2k words ♡ ︵ . .

⁀➷ I wrote this fic in one sitting, from 10:30 pm until 2:00 am. Afterwards, I fell contentedly into bed and had a fantastic lucid dream. 10/10, would do it again.

⁀➷ Also, thanks for @wonsheep for betaing! 💓 To give you a fic where one of your biases is present: it's always a pleasure for me. 🙂‍↕️

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A finned boy lays in the bathtub.

You blink.

You blink again. And again. If there was a blinking contest nearby, you could enter, and you could easily win too. What else could you do instead of blinking? The fantasy may end if you do it enough.

But no. The boy—the merman is still there. He fills your entire horizon, and the whole bathtub. The membraned end of his thick fin is hanging out and over the porcelain edges, water dripping from it onto the towels on the ground. His elbows are perched on the edge of the tub. You see the membrane between his fingers, the pulsating gill on his neck, and, of course, his eyes with which he watches you intently. He doesn’t blink at you desperately like you did, he is simply curious.

Another three drops of water fall from his fin before you’re able to speak.

“When you said you rescued an injured fish from the beach, this is not what I imagined.”

“A pretty injured fish,” adds Donghyun, who is smiling as if he's won the lottery. Which isn't far from the truth. A living mermaid in your apartment: that's a marine biologist's jackpot.

“All fish are beautiful to you,” you remind him. You have a vivid memory of him telling you that devilfish are misunderstood because they're actually very lovable creatures. Among other things, you love him for his undeterred passion towards the marine world.

“But he is special,” you admit. “Can he talk? Or does he understand us?”

There are so many rumours and false reports about mermaids these days that it's hard to know what is true and what isn't. On one side, it is claimed that mermaids communicate with ultrasound, like dolphins. On the other, this is refuted and human vocal cords are mentioned. There are those who say that the existence of mermaids is pure fiction, spread by the government to divert attention from their immensely important secret research. This latter theory is splashing and sinking before your eyes.

“I don't know. His throat is bruised. If he is able to talk, he needs time.”

“Bruised?” You step closer to the tub. “What happened to him?”

“He got caught in some plastic, then the storm came and he probably hit a rock. Then the waves washed him ashore. That's where I found him.”

A few steps from the tub, you can see his wounds, both on his sensitive-looking, scaly skin and his blue fins. Several of his scales were torn off. When he lifts his head from his hands to get a better look for himself, you can see the nasty purple patch on his throat.

“Can you help him?” you turn to Donghyun in hope.

“Even if I can't, I want to try.”

You nod. You'd like that too. You're glad this merman is here in the bath and not lying unconscious on the beach. This time you keep eye contact with him, and you want to somehow convey your feelings to him: that he shouldn't worry because he's in good hands. His eyes suddenly widen, his thick lips part, but no sound comes out of his throat.

He closes his mouth and lies back on his hands, almost disappointed.

Donghyun rubs his hands, and at the same time you massage the back of your head.

“Any breakthroughs?” he asks.

You've spent the last hour searching thoroughly. You've been going through every article you can find on the internet, trying to get the essentials down. Mermaid literature is rich, scientific literature less so. You're not even sure if anyone other than you has actually been able to study live mermaids. For example, there is someone with a PhD who has written about this mysterious species, using scientific jargon, and you believed his words until he mentioned that mermaids have long claws and snake eyes.

“It's all like an extended Wikipedia article,” you report and close the nonsense article you've just read.

“I know.” Donghyun adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose and looks thoughtfully at the ceiling. “I'm beginning to think the internet is not the right place to get information from.”

You nod your head in agreement and pull closer to him, hoping that his embrace will make it easier to find another option to help you in this matter. Donghyun pats your knee.

Splash. There's a lot of water splashing on the tiles in the bathroom. Then a thud. Something heavy falls out of the tub.

You run into the bathroom with Donghyun. The merman is lying on the floor, on his stomach. Part of his fin is leaning against the tub, the end hanging over his head, water dripping from it onto his hair and face. He tries to crawl forward on the wet tiles—he clearly wants something, and you have to find a channel of communication to make it work.

Donghyun bends down to help him get ahead somehow, but the merman won't let him. He turns with some difficulty onto his back, but immediately grimaces, showing his clenched teeth. Now that his belly is out of the water, you can see the nasty cut on it. It'll have to be treated, though for now the merman doesn’t let Donghyun touch it, covering the wound with his own hand.

“Does it hurt?” asks Donghyun.

The merman gulps, but no sound comes out of his mouth. He frowns and he pats his belly, then pokes his mouth with his index finger.

Oh.

“He's hungry.”

It's great that he was able to communicate that, but what exactly a merman eats is a different, more complicated question. If it's some rare plant that exists only in the depths of the sea, you're in big trouble.

“I have an idea,” Donghyun stands up.

The bottom of his jeans are soaked through, but he doesn't care a bit. He rushes out of the room, then returns with a tiny bag. At first you think it's knitted or crocheted cotton, then he comes closer and you realise it's made of seaweed. “This is what he had when I found it,” he explains, then hands it to the merman.

The boy takes it with sparkling eyes. Something rattles in the package. The next moment he pulls out a shell. He crushes it on the tile, licks his mouth, then slides the wet animal into his mouth.

“He likes mussels,” Donghyun sighs, smiling in relief.

“And he can make himself understood,” you reply, returning his smile.

The situation is not so hopeless. You can make it work.

Once the merman is well settled, he tries to climb back into the bath on his own. You help him gently and he lets you touch him on his tail and shoulders, but when you try to touch his belly he slaps your hand away, wincing and glares at you in mistrust. He even pouts at you.

“I see. I'm sorry. I won't do it again,” you hold up your hand to indicate you're not a threat. But the wound is definitely a bigger threat than you if it's left untreated and gets infected.

“He won't let us bandage it.”

If you can't touch it, you have to do something about it. You don't know how mermaids regenerate, but if they're related to humans in any way, a wound like this is dangerous.

You're reminded of the article by the doctor who imagined claws on mermaids. “What if we... use osmosis? I read that salt water helps mermaids' wounds heal.”

“Sounds logical,” Donghyun nods. “We should try it.”

While he goes out to the sea with a bucket to fetch salt water, you sit on the stool next to the tub. The merman has calmed down, and is no longer giving you suspicious looks and shielding the wound from your touch. He begins to unload the shells on the edge of the tub. You watch him, fascinated, not even bothered by the fact that while you were helping him back in, your shirt, pants and socks got soaked.

“We can't call you a boy or a merman forever.”

The merman narrows his eyes, concentrates on what you're saying, wants to understand. Your heart beats in surprise as you try to communicate with another, gorgeous creature.

“What’s your name?”

He continues to stare, then tilts his head to the side as if giving up.

You lay your hand on your chest and slowly say your name. Then you point to him. He opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. Only the fact that he understood you is incredible.

He shakes his head and dives under the water. Generates a big wave that splashes on your clothes and tiles, then trickles onto the soaking wet towels. Mopping up or changing into dry clothes seems less and less a sensible action. The boy's whole head disappears into the tub, then bubbles burst to the surface. Bubbles of air only, but their bubbling has a rhythm. They almost feel like speech as you listen to them.

Jjjhhuunn. Jjjehyyun.

He appears on the surface, blinking hopefully at you.

“Jaehyun?” you ask him.

He grins, happy and proud. Pretty, you think. Jaehyun is so pretty.

“I think it’s working,” Donghyun mutters, squinting into the water. It's the third day that Jaehyun is soaking in salt water in the hope that it will help his wound heal. “What is certain is that it isn’t infected, and—oh!”

Jaehyun steals Donghyun's glasses with a sudden movement and puts them on his nose. He immediately regrets it, his mouth forms a surprised 'o' and he quickly parts with the device, shaking his whole body as if he's experienced something terrible.

“I'm sure his eyes are fine,” you chuckle as Donghyun retrieves his glasses. He smiles and hums, wiping the lenses on his shirt, because these days it's impossible not to have water droplets everywhere in this room.

Jaehyun visibly relaxes. He waves his fins and slips away in the water, splashing a wave at you. It's beginning to feel like you two are living in the bathtub, too. He “swims” to you and holds out his palm, you put in the next seaweed, and Jaehyun attaches it to the bag he's making with practiced movements. So you and Donghyun assume he's working on a bag, like the one hanging on his chest. It could be a sort of thank-you gift.

In any case, whatever it is, it's good to see Jaehyun isn't bored. Because when he is bored, he has great ways of letting you know: he'll splash you on purpose or throw himself left and right in displeasure. You'll have to be creative to make him enjoy this little place. Turns out he loves small, colourful balls and music, and although he eats seaweed, he also uses it as a raw material for crafts.

As happily as he twirls seaweed around in his hands, it occurs to you too often that he's like a seal in a zoo here. He does tricks for food and is locked up.

Donghyun says that once you are sure his fins, belly and throat are healed, you can put him back in the water.

“I'm glad I could meet him and help him,” he sighs half asleep one night as you lie snuggled together, waiting for sleep, “but his place was never in our bathtub.”

“I'll miss him,” you confess.

“Me too,” your boyfriend acknowledges.

“He's the prettiest fish I've ever seen, even though you've taken me on dates to a lot of aquariums.”

Donghyun smiles fondly. “Maybe he really is the prettiest.”

Jaehyun is a fast learner. He quickly gets the hang of the language and nods or shakes his head in response. Donghyun learns a lot from him and is excited. He visualizes a book in front of him, the first valid fact-based mermaid literature he will author. You rejoice with him, and his excitement spreads to you.

Jaehyun is also curious, interested in everything. The first time you venture into the bathroom to brush your teeth, as Donghyun is washing up in the kitchen, Jaehyun leaps up from the water and when you refuse to pay attention to him, splashes your pajamas.

“Hey!” you look at him with a foaming mouth.

He bats his eyelashes innocently in response, but can barely hide his sly smile. Then he points at you and holds out his palm.

“This is my toothbrush. I use it to keep my teeth clean,” you explain.

He pokes at himself and tilts his head to the side.

“You can have one too, yes.”

The next day he gets a toothbrush and is really dedicated to keeping his teeth clean.

When the trash can is full of shell fragments and you can't remember how many times you've used the garden shower for a shower, Jaehyun finishes the seaweed gift. He has made two bags, as you thought.

“You really made them for us?”

Jaehyun nods. He tentatively holds out his work to you, his hands shaking. There is no reason to fear that you won't accept it. It's a special gift, a beautiful gesture. You both take it, and Jaehyun literally sighs. Then he flashes you his broadest smile and, of course, splashes out a lot of water.

“Thank you,” Donghyun says softly.

To express your gratitude, you immediately slip the strap around your neck, and stand up and turn around with your new bag.

Jaehyun grips the edge of the tub, eyes gleaming. You're scared he's about to throw himself out of the tub in happiness, but that's not the case. Something else is happening: he's twisting his ear membrane. You can't explain it any better than that. It turns out that the spiral-shaped part behind his ear has been a twisted membrane all along. Now the ear looks as if it has grown exotic flowers on both sides, held in place by tiny cartilages and glowing different shades of blue.

“Very pretty,” Donghyun murmurs in disbelief, and reaches for it.

Halfway through, he surely remembers that Jaehyun only lets you touch him when he can't position himself, and even then you can mainly touch his tail, not his other body parts. The ear, moreover, the part of it that has been hidden so far, may be a similar area to the skin of his belly, if not more private and sensitive. However, Donghyun cannot fully withdraw his hand because Jaehyun is almost plunging his face into it.

He closes his eyes and lets Donghyun gently pat his ear and stroke his cheek. Donghyung's soft palm, full of Jaehyun's soft cheek: that's new.

In the upcoming days, he isn't just letting you touch him, he expects it. It's like he's been completely replaced since he gave you his gift.

He needs to be touched.

He plays with your hands, probing the lack of membrane between your fingers. He presses your fingertips together. If you stroke his hair or let him lay his head on your palms, he opens his ear membrane. Donghyun's theory is that he does this because he feels safe. In this case, he can only theorise, because when he asks Jaehyun about it, he doesn't answer, only playfully splashing him.

Every time he strokes your cheek or touches your mouth, you feel weird. He's so engrossed in exploring your face that his lips part in the process, as if you're something so wonderful he can't get enough. And he maps Donghyun with a similar devotion.

Just as you admire Jaehyun's mermanity, he admires your humanity.

You say it means nothing. Jaehyun can't live in a bathtub. He gave you gifts and is curious, but that's all. Though Donghyun mutters about courtship and companionship in his sleep, he doesn't share his thoughts on the subject with you when awake. And even if he did, you wouldn't change your mind: you can't make excuses for why Jaehyun should stay when it's clear he doesn't belong here.

“Doesn't it hurt?”

Jaehyun shakes his head. The wound on his stomach has completely healed. So have his scales.

“And your throat?” Donghyun touches his own to show what he means. Jaehyun copies the gesture, then grimaces. “So it still hurts?”

Jaehyun nods.

“I'm sorry. But it's healing nicely. You can go home soon.”

As usual, the merman gets gloomy.

He doesn't talk about home, no matter what you ask. Perhaps he had wandered so close to the shore because he had nowhere else to go. But even if that's the case, the sea is much safer and more homely than the small bathtub in your house. The poor thing can only fit with his fins folded in half, and since he's been here he hasn't been able to swim properly or stretch out enough to do it in the tub, only on the ground for a few minutes and then be lifted back up.

Even if he wants to stay, it isn’t possible. He cannot live in captivity.

“Pretty,” Donghyun murmurs, still fascinated by the ear membranes. “So pretty…”

He strokes Jaehyun's cheek and you collect the shell fragments when Jaehyun uses his vocal cords for the first time.

“What... pretty?” he asks quietly, hoarsely. His eyes go wide with surprise at the sound of his own voice, then he arranges his features and waits for an answer.

“Which, when we see it, makes us happy.”

Jaehyun's lips form a tiny 'o'. He nods, indicating he understands.

“Pretty,” he says, looking Donghyun straight in the eye. Your boyfriend immediately blushes, and you smile at how cute he is. However, your turn also comes to embarrassment when Jaehyun next turns to you and says the same one word to you.

Suddenly everything goes wrong. The tub is covered with blue scales. They fall like leaves from a tree in autumn.

“What’s going on?”

“What's wrong?”

You're both kneeling by the tub, trying to figure out what to do. Is it a disease? Is it serious? You don't get an answer. Jaehyun isn't talking.

“We want to help you. Can we help you?”

Jaehyun looks at you uncertainly. He is being secretive.

“Please, Jaehyun. Trust us.”

“Will... Legs... For me,” he explains in a whisper, disjointed. He looks at you expectantly.

“How?”

“Legs,” he repeats.

“But why?”

“Home,” Jaehyun touches the bathtub. Then he takes your hand. “Home,” he says again. Finally, he touches Donghyun's hand too. “Home.”

You can't misunderstand that. Jaehyun won't go back to the sea because you are his home. And you don't need to enlarge your bathtub or buy a pool. He's adapting to his home environment because he wants to stay anyway.

“Home?” he asks, tears welling up in his eyes.

You've told him so many times to go home, to the sea, that he might think he isn’t welcome. But that's not it, you just didn't believe that he really wanted to stay, that it wasn't just you who wanted to keep him here for your own selfish reasons.

“You're home now.” Donghyun kisses Jaehyun's hand. “This is your home.”

“Our home,” you add.

Jaehyun is relieved. He sniffles and cries, but also smiles with joy. You hug him on both sides, hold his back, and you're so used to the water that you don't mind getting soaked, and of course you don't mind Jaehyun pressing his face tightly against your skin.

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woncon · 1 month ago

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BOYNEXTDOOR MASTERLIST ༉‧₊˚.

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most recent —⚡️

╰┈➤ main masterlist << >> taglist

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one-shots

⚘ a pretty fish ┊ mulmyungz 🥞💫⚡️

“When you said you rescued an injured fish from the beach, this is not what I imagined.” 《 3.2k 》

#boynextdoor x reader #boynextdoor x you #boynextdoor x y/n #poly kpop #gn!reader #gender neutral y/n #bnd x reader #bnd oneshot #bnd angst #bnd x you #boynextdoor fic

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woncon · 1 month ago

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announcement time!

Hello, Darlings! 💗

It's me. I'm back.

I've spent the last few months trying not to drown in the gigantic sea of my wips. I've done some planning, too—I'll celebrate my 2nd Tumblr anniversary on the 11th of June. On this occasion I prepared two fics (an oneshot and a timestamp) with two groups who aren't on the masterlist yet.

They'll be revealed this month. I can't wait any longer. 😫

#poly kpop #woncon talks 🌻

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woncon · 2 months ago

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Hey Woncon, hope you are doing well, can i ask Streetracer! poly! Mingi and San x gn reader estabilished relationship please

Hi, dear! I'm doing great <3 I hope you too.

Also, here is your request. It's finally done. I hope, you'll like it. 🥰

➳ sticky

➶ poly!sangi x gn!reader ｡˚ °

-ˏ` ✎﹏ How can you cheer Mingi up before a race? Easy: hugs and coffee. But if it doesn't work? Something sticky.

➴ genre: fluff, streetracer!au (with no actual streetracing, i'm sorryyy), estabilished relationship, polyamory, non-idol!au

: ̗̀➛ warnings: mingi is insecure, beside that this is pure fluff

⌨ :: 1.5K words ♡ ︵ . .

⁀➷ million hugs for @wonsheep for betaing!! ❤️

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“Three espressos, please,” you say, flashing a kind smile at the café server.

Bags sit under his eyes, and you know you're no better off. Unlike him, your features are sleepless not because of a nightmare shift, but as an aftermath of two guys who happen to have their car races organized at crazy times.

The server nods, fiddles with his machine, then retreats to the back where the real work is done. The coffee machine whirrs and the whole space smells of delicious, concentrated ground coffee beans. The smell alone is invigorating, enough to make you stop leaning your head on the counter and dozing off, instead looking out the window at the pristine surroundings watched over by the dim lights of the street.

It's two in the morning. The streets are deserted because everyone is still asleep, tossing and turning under blankets, dreaming all sorts of dreams. Even the sun is still snoring away in its own universal bed. But a few adrenaline junkies are on their feet - at least behind the wheel - to compete. Unnecessarily, you think. It's guaranteed that Mingi will win. And you're sure of that because San's not going. If they both get on the grid, it's never clear which one will finish first.

When the coffees are ready, you pay and hold the carton holder with both hands, pushing the door open with your shoulder. The parking lot is cool, much cooler than what would be pleasant after the warmth inside. You longingly recall the seat heater in Mingi's sports car, but for now you'll have to settle for coffee. You won't forgive yourself if you spill it on the seat - even if Mingi would forgive you immediately. Instead, you risk an external, yet easier to wash surface by placing the coffee holder on the hood.

“I've got it, it's warm,” you report, and then you glance curiously towards the back of the car. “What are you doing there?”

You round the side of the vehicle and are surprised to find that the situation is worse than before. Mingi has sunk deeper into ‘driver slump’, as Yunho calls it. His head is resting on San's shoulder, who is stroking his back.

“It won't work,” Mingi mutters.

“Come on. You'll be the best," San says in a soft whisper. His voice could melt car tyres.

Your eyes meet, making you involuntarily pat the pocket of your cardigan to see if you still have the secret ingredients you've been saving to cheer Mingi up. San doesn't have to say anything, because you reflexively step towards them to contribute your own two arms to Mingi's embrace. You've never seen him lose, and every race makes so much adrenaline course through his veins that he flashes reckless turns and grins. But he needs hugs and encouragement before that.

You stroke his waist and tilt your head against his shoulder blade.

“We both know you're going to be fantastic.”

You stand a little like this in the stillness of the morning. Then you pull away first, realizing that if you spend a few more minutes leaning against Mingi's back, you'll fall asleep.

“Come on.”

You finish your drinks in silence, leaning against the vehicle. Mingi is truly invigorated by the caffeine, the gleam returns to his eyes, and when you've watched long enough, he steps up to kiss you on the nose.

“Thanks for the coffee,” he says with a smile. “And for being here.”

Maybe you don't need to use the secret weapon.

“Are you ready then?” San asks. He pats Mingi's waist encouragingly, looks lovingly at him, and then at you.

Although coffee has positive effects, it doesn't solve everything. This is clear when the tall man's smile gives way to an uncertain expression.

“Uhm, can we just go home?” suggests Mingi. “It's still early, and there'll be Cypher, and…” he scratches the back of his head and really gets into making excuses. “...this race isn't that important.”

“You've been preparing for this for months,” you frown.

“You even wrote it in Yunho's work calendar,” San nods.

“Nothing to be afraid of, baby. Really. Cypher's notorious, but you can beat him just as easily as you beat that guy. What was his name?”

“Parker,” San helps you out.

You snap your fingers. “Ah, yeah! See? I forgot him already.”

Mingi sighs deeply. “I'll take out the trash.”

While he approaches the dumpster, you and San get in. You both climb into the back seat. With your butt barely touching the soft seat, and the car's rich Mingi-smell barely reaching your lungs, San leans towards you.

“Now?”

So, San thinks the method is definitely necessary.

You shake your head. “We don't have enough time now. When we fill the tank, then.”

While you're waiting in the queue at the petrol station, bird shit plops onto the windscreen. San hisses as if the bird had touched his body with its droppings. Once again, you're thankful you're not in San's car, who is much more fastidious about it than Mingi. Nevertheless, San is already reaching for the handle to get a windshield wiper.

“Leave it,” Mingi immediately talks him out of this plan.

“What?”

“It brings good luck,” the other explains, brightening up.

“According to whom?”

“Yunho.”

Yunho is many things: a former high school classmate of San's, a former neighbour, Mingi's best friend and his car mechanic. And your trio's matchmaker, who has ambitions like being the best man at your wedding. Someday.

San almost opens his mouth, but finally hums and sits back down. You don't have to read minds to know what he was trying to say. We know something else that brings good luck. You start talking about everyday, non-race specific topics. But by the time it's your turn and Mingi gets out to refuel, you and San are on the watch. You free the packet from your pocket and enclose it in your hand. Soon, Mingi gets back in and steers the car into the parking lot, then walks into the station’s shop to pay.

The action starts.

You both hop in the front seats. You tear open the cheap plastic protector with your teeth, and all the stickers of the package fall on your thighs. Colourful car stickers, a few motivational inscriptions: the perfect decor for Mingi to focus on your words of encouragement, to remember his successes when you can’t directly be with him. You could stick the first one on the dashboard, since you don't have much time, but San stops you by putting his palm on your knee.

“Are you sure?”

Of course he's unsure. Choi San, who keeps his car in a puritanical, clean manner, cleans it after every race, dusts it weekly, et cetera. You have to remind him that this is Mingi's car, Mingi's sake.

“Absolutely. It’ll be nice.” You hold his hand.

So you start taping. You're quick and consistent, running out of stickers quickly. You stick the last one above the steering wheel, a FIX ON sign burning in red flames, and then you pop out to sit back in the back as if nothing had happened.

“Huh,” sighs San, as you get back in time. He ruffles his hair and leans back, but his muscles are still tense and probably will remain so until he sees Mingi's positive reaction. Regardless, you smile at him and he smiles back.

How could this be done faster?

That's the way the two guys see life: a race against time.

Yet, the beauty of it is that when it comes to you, they slow down. Then there's no start line, no race, no trophy, just the three of you in a soothing, sprawling infinity. This was your fortune this time, as Mingi was looking around the shop comfortably and the queue was long, giving you time to get ready.

Mingi walks past the car. He gets in, throws his credit card reflexively on the passenger seat, and only at the end of the automatic movement, when he's about to turn the key, does he notice the stickers. He freezes, blinks, then turns around in disbelief.

“You two…”

“For luck,” you say. “Do you like it?”

“I love it,” replies Mingi, a grateful smile spreading across his face. He strokes all the surfaces, studies them carefully, and then leans back between the front seats to give you a hug. “Thank you.”

“So you're off?” you whisper into his neck.

“With all this luck in your pocket, it would be a shame to miss it,” San murmurs.

Mingi hums. “Only if you come with me for a test drive first.”

“We wouldn't miss it,” San nods.

So, a test drive: an unbelievably fast drive without competitors.

The first thing you do is strap in. Of course, the car won't ignite at 200 km per hour directly here, you'll have to get to a more peaceful part of town first, but until then you have to prepare.

Although when they're with you they slow down, there are times when you’re the one speeding up for them. You know how good they are at driving, and how they make their cars dictate a tempo as fast as the one your heart beats to. You can't help but enjoy the rush, the new dimension that their feet on the pedal, hands gripping the steering wheel and speed open up in the early hours.

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woncon · 3 months ago

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Hiii!!!! I hope your doing well! I saw that you write for ot11 the boyzs and that your asks were open. I was wondering if you could do ot11 x reader hybrid au and just tons of fluff you have full freedom to do what ever you’d like with it!! ( we need more poly tbz fics in this world ).

Hellooo, Anonie! 🩷🩷

I was very happy when I received your request. It was a great experience, considering I haven't written with the guys for a long time and I never wrote a poly!ot11 before. I enjoyed it very much. 🫶

It's probably not the last time I write with them, because I agree, poly!tbz content is not enough!! 🙂‍↕️

And I hope this worth the wait! ❤️

➳ so so loved

➶ poly!the boyz x gn!reader ｡˚ °

-ˏ` ✎﹏five times in the past months when you felt loved.

➴ genre: fluff, hybrid!au, getting together, a little bit hurt/comfort in the beginning, estabilished ot11

: ̗̀➛ warnings: nightmares, petnames (literally, kevin uses them frequently), except a lot of kisses & cuddles, kinda fluff without plot hehe

: ̗̀➛ human!sangyeon, human!kevin, human!younghoon, bear!jaehyun, bunny!jacob, penguin!chanhee, squirrel!changmin, golden retriever!eric, raccoon!sunwoo, persimmon!juyeon, pig!haknyeon, fox!reader

⌨ :: 6.9k words ♡ ︵ . .

⁀➷ this fic has no playlist, but i was listening to darl+ing by seventeen an insane amount while writing. i think it captures the vibes well apart from being a great song.

⁀➷ thanks for @wonsheep for betaing! you did a great job again.💓

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You dream about the shelter less and less these days, but it still happens from time to time. You're there again, in your own room, alone, wondering if there will ever be a person - an owner - who thinks you're not a danger to society and will give you a chance to live outside. Out of this boxy room, out in the real world.

And then you wake up, and even in the dark it's as if you're still back there. You clutch at your chest, your fingers grip the fabric of your pajamas, and your tail is resting protectively on your thigh as you try to explore the pieces of furniture which appear as dark blobs, to identify where you are. If you stare into the darkness long enough, you'll get used to it and be able to gaze across your surroundings with the eyes of a predator, seeing clearly despite the darkness.

At the sound of a light switch you snap your head to the side. Changmin steps out of the bathroom. He certainly notices you, because he steps back and flicks the switch again. Since the door is now open, light pours out of the opening and you can see the boy's silhouette, and he can see you clearly now, too.

Okay. You're home.

Yet you still struggle to catch your breath.

“Y/nie, did you have a nighmare?” he asks in a sleepy voice.

You don't have to answer, because your grip on your pajamas, your anxious breathing, your ruffled, nervous tail is enough.

Changmin follows the path of the light around the armchair and makes his way to the sofa on which you sleep on for the time being.

Considering that Younghoon spends all his free time unpacking the guest room for you, you'll definitely have your own room soon, and then you'll be the only hybrid in this household with your own bedroom - Chanhee and Changmin both sleep with Younghoon.

“I'd cuddle you, but we can't fit on the couch. Want to come over to our bed?”

Changmin smells of lavender soap when he holds out his hand, not at all reminding you of the shelter. You accept the hand extended to you, and Changmin pulls you up off the couch, then lets you pass in front of him. You reach the end of the hallway in the dim light of the bathroom. When you reach the door that leads to your owner's bedroom, he turns off the light for good and stumbles in darkness towards the right direction. Although it's an exaggeration to say that he stumbles: he knows the place, which you've only been calling home for a few weeks, very well in the dark.

The doorknob creaks slightly, but no one wakes up, only one of the blankets rises up as a body settles beneath it. Changmin takes your hand again and guides you to the right edge of the bed. The sheets are rolled up, the blanket thrown to the side: this is where he has slept. But now he's urging you to lie down there. Comfortable indeed, the mattress holds the remnants of his body heat, the pillowcase the scent of his shampoo.

He pulls the blanket up to your chin, tucks it under your back to make sure it doesn't slip off, but instead of wrapping you in a full burrito, he snuggles next to you and shares the soft material. Your tail instinctively finds his and simply locks onto it, and Changmin returns the motion, his fluffy squirrel tail feeling as if it was designed for you to find comfort in its weight as it's entwined with yours. Each of his other body parts are also committed to giving you a nice tight hug.

“What did you dream about?”

“I was at the shelter again,” you answer simply, concisely. The images from the nightmare and the feelings they evoke are vividly alive inside you, but you can hide from them somewhat under the blanket, pressed against Changmin's pajamas.

Changmin gives you a sad look. “You don't have to be afraid of that.”

If you are deemed not well-behaved enough for society, you will be taken back. If you show signs of having rabies, they'll take you back. If your owner is not pleased with you, they take you back.

“They could take me back.”

These thoughts are all complications of the nightmare, and are only strong at night, when the darkness stretches on and the sofa creaks heavily beneath you. None of the possibilities seem close now, since you're safe in Changmin's embrace, able to hear Younghoon's peaceful breathing, but they still exist.

“If they want to take you away, we won't let them. Not Younghoon hyung, not Chanhee hyung, not me. This is your home now, and we are your family.”

You move closer to him, leaning your forehead against his. An old habit. It's how fox hybrids express affection, love and trust in a single gesture. “Thank you.”

“It's only natural,” says Changmin.

Your legs are curled together, arms around each other, your foreheads pressed against one another, with even your noses touching.

Changmin shudders slightly, then pulls back. “Y/nie?”

“Hmm.”

“Can I kiss you?”

As far as you know, Changmin values physical contact, and you know that he kisses Younghoon, and you've seen him kiss Chanhee more than once. Still, you're surprised he wants to kiss you too. You. You aren't surprised that you, yourself want to kiss him, or at your own response.

“Yes.”

Changmin leans in for your lips. He gives you a soft, gentle, slow kiss, and the remnants of the nightmare dissipate. When he leans away, you smile gratefully at him, and he grins back. This time, he’s the one that presses your foreheads together.

“I hope you'll have nice dreams now,” he whispers.

You hum and close your eyes. You open them again when the body behind you turns and throws a pair of arms around your sides.

“Min…” Younghoon murmurs half asleep.

“It's not me, it's Y/nie,” Changmin whispers back.

“Alright,” says Younghoon, hugging you tighter.

Your owner is holding you in his bed in his sleep. Sparks crackle under your skin.

“Shall I get him off you?” Changmin asks willingly.

“It's fine like this,” you assure him.

Then you steal a kiss from his lips and squirm around to find the perfect, comfortable position. “Good night, Min!”

“Better night to you,” he says.

The nightmare doesn't return.

You adjust the yellow clip on your nose and continue on your way. It's a strange feeling, and a bit uncomfortable to walk around like this, but you wouldn't be able to play hide and seek without it. If you guys had played the first time you'd been to Kevin's house, you wouldn't have had to put it on, because everything had been unfamiliar: the rooms, the hybrids, all those smells. By now, though, you'd easily identify the scents of the players, and you'd quickly find them without the clip blocking your nose.

It's not hard this way either: as you approach Eric, you can hear his tail drumming.

He's hiding in the cupboard under the tap in the kitchen, upper body curled up next to the water-conduits. When you open the door, he slaps the wall of the cupboard.

“Come o–ow!” During the hasty motion, he bangs his elbow, pouting in exasperation.

You help him out of the tight space and check that his hand is okay.

“You were creative,” you praise him, like Donald Duck's long lost voice provider.

Just a few words and he's in a much happier mood, the grumpy pouting has faded, and he's wagging his tail again. His now dusty blond tail.

“Wait in the living room, okay?”

Eric salutes, then hurries off to said room.

Changmin is hiding between suits in one of the bedrooms. You find him, because he's rattling the bag of pumpkin seeds.

“Oh, you got me!” He grins. “What now?”

“What now?” you ask. You let him snake his hand around your waist. “Should I keep you here?”

The bed groans. Alright, not the bed itself, but the person rolling out from under it, hitting their head on the way. Dusty clothes, a grey and black striped tail - which doesn't clearly show dust - and a disgruntled look. Sunwoo lets go of his head and perches on his elbows. “If you want to start kissing in the middle of the game, don't exclude me!”

You snap your head away from him as your neck begins heating up, and instead help Changmin climb out. “This isn’t the middle. It's the end. Only Juyeon is left,” you explain.

“Only Juyeon? As I said, it's the middle of the game,” Sunwoo hums, dusting off his palm. “Meet you in the living room?”

“In a few minutes, yes.”

Ten minutes later you're still in the same place. Juyeon's nowhere to be found. You have double-checked every room, to no avail. Hesitantly, you wander into the living room to start over in case you’ve missed something.

“Give up?” Sunwoo asks. He's sprawled on the couch, his dusty clothes changed, but his tail hanging untouched from the seat, ready for its usual post-game combing.

“Say you give up and he'll appear like a genie,” Eric nods, comb already in hand.

“Though he won’t grant three wishes,” Changmin adds, tossing another helping of pumpkin seeds into his mouth.

The two other boys' ears - and no doubt yours - turn towards the rattle, but they continue to look at you curiously.

“Fine, okay,” you plop down next to Changmin and take the clip off your nose. “I give up,” you shout.

And indeed: in less than half a minute, Juyeon appears.

“Where have you been?” Eric asks.

“It's a secret,” he replies.

A secret, like him, you think.

“Are you combing your tails?” Juyeon asks, stepping closer. His tail swings slowly behind him, almost hypnotically.

“Not yet. We've been waiting for you,” Eric replies, and then holds out the comb towards you. “Y/n?”

You happily accept that you can comb. It makes you proud to think that you did it right last time and are therefore allowed to do it again. Or part of it: last time Juyeon didn't play. And the soft, Persian cattail even at a glance requires more care than this simple brush.

“Who's first?” you ask, and cast a tentative glance towards Juyeon, to find that he's gone.

He's sitting on the armrest of the sofa, next to Sunwoo, at the furthest possible point from you, and he's eyeing you shyly. Yes, that's so Juyeon: the distance, the measuring looks, the mysteriousness of cats. Across from him, Changmin is quick to pounce, his huge, fluffy tail flicking you from the side. You're lucky he didn't come out from under the bed, or he'd be blowing a big cloud of dust all around you.

You smile, then start to comb the brown fur with careful strokes. You move consistently, from top to bottom, then a little to the right, then from the end towards the base again. Meanwhile, you listen to the quiet conversation of the others. They're talking about when Eric plans to go home, and as a related fact, Changmin remarks that you two are going home after Younghoon calls you to tell you that he and Chanhee are done with their date. Then the conversation turns to the university.

You finally get around it, having combed out every part of the tail, and you've got a really fluffy end result.

“Next, please.”

Sunwoo settles in next to you. Eric is going on about his latest exam in great detail, so he doesn't jump at the chance. Sunwoo's tail is much dustier, but less hairy, so you can move faster with him. When you finish and lean away, Sunwoo catches your chin and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek. Then he grins and moves over, making room for Eric. The golden retriever's longer fur is easier to comb than Changmin's.

That is, it would be easier if Eric didn't wag it frantically every time you approached with the comb.

“This is going to take forever,” Sunwoo concludes.

Eric tilts his head back. “Hey! I can't help it. It's my automatic reaction Y/n.”

You try a little more, but you barely reach a small section with the comb, and the tail moves on. Sunwoo is fed up first, trying to hold down the moving body part. Eric yelps in surprise, then throws himself at Sunwoo. They wrestle from the couch to the carpet. Sunwoo starts to tickle Eric, climbing on top of him. However, Eric is not to be feared, for although he laughs loudly in his agony, he quickly wriggles under Sunwoo's fingers and gets his own hand on Sunwoo's side, he too launching a tickle attack on him. After a minute or so they are out of breath, but instead of getting up and possibly sitting back on the couch, they start kissing.

You're getting used to someone always kissing. In fact, you’re starting to get used to the fact that you don't only want to kiss Changmin, just as he doesn't only do it with you, Chanhee and Younghoon, but with Younghoon's two friends Sangyeon and Kevin and their hybrids. He collects kisses like other people collect Pokémons. And his kisses are also collected by others. Because with them it's natural, it's commonplace, and you find yourself becoming more and more like them as you get to know, become interested in and attached to them.

Should you call Eric back? Wait until kissing will maybe calm him down? You fidget with the handle of the comb. When the couch dips beside you, you look up. Juyeon has sat down next to you, tail resting calmly next to yours.

He's only been this close to you once before, when you had first met. You were leaving this house, and he came in at the same time, and you bypassed each other in the hallway. You were smitten by his scent, and for a week afterwards, every coffee-related thing reminded you of him. You asked Changmin about him, and you found out his name, learned about his love for reading, and that he's one of the sweetest boys in the world, but he's very shy around strangers, and keeps a great distance from them.

You don't want to be a stranger anymore, and maybe this is your chance.

“Maybe mine—”

“Sure,” you respond immediately.

Juyeon smiles faintly at your undisguised enthusiasm, and you gently stroke his tail across your palm. Your fingers tremble slightly around the warm fur. You don't want to ruin it, you don't want to cause pain, you don't want Juyeon to be away from you again. You get to work in concentration, moving with gentle strokes, the imprint of the comb's branches in the thick fur like a plough mark in the earth.

“Your fur is very soft,” you tell him.

“Your scent is very nice,” he replies.

You pause in your movement and lift your head. Really?, you ask without words.

Juyeon looks away. “It's nice. After you leave, it's everywhere. Still, it's better to have you and your scent than just your scent.”

“That's good to know, because I like it here,” you reply in the most natural way you are able to, while your heart pounds in your throat and forms a lump. “Also, I'm happy when you're home, too,” you add.

You look at each other. Juyeon doesn't avert his gaze this time. Then you plow another trail into his tail, and Juyeon starts purring. The sound vibrates softly through his body, and it doesn't bother you in the least. You bathe in it like a warm bath full of foam bubbles.

“Who's gonna do your tail?” Changmin asks innocently when you're done with Juyeon.

It's a question that piques everyone's interest. Changmin doesn't rattle his pumpkin seeds and the Sunwoo-Eric duo raise their heads.

You were the one who did that last time. You didn't make any excuses, simply brushing it out before the others had a chance to sign up. You had panicked because you've never felt like you wanted to honor anyone with the task before. It's customary for fox hybrids to be allowed to comb their tails only by their parents, themselves or their partners, it's a special favor. Certainly the others don't know this.

“Doesn't matter.” And so it's a confession that no one understands.

“Are you sure?” Juyeon asks.

So he does understand the significance of it.

“Yes. Whichever one of you wants to.”

You don't panic like you did last time. You trust them.

“May I?” Juyeon reaches for the comb and your breath gets caught in your throat.

He combs your red fur with light, graceful strokes, yet every moment is filled with intimacy, a person combing your tail who knows how significant it is.

Meanwhile, Kevin arrives with two large bags. The others get up to help him, but they make you swear on your souls that you won't move and carry on befriending each other. Changmin even winks.

“Why don't you tell them what this means?” Juyeon asks quietly when the others have left the room.

“I just... I don't say these things out loud. Just like you don't say why you're being so direct with me all of a sudden.”

“Do you want me to tell you?”

You're shaking your head. “I'm not trying to force you to do anything.”

“I asked you to comb my tail. There's no coercion involved. I owe you an explanation.”

You raise your eyebrows.

“It's the same for us as for foxes,” he tells you.

“Oh.”

“I like you.” He looks at the hand holding the comb, which is lost in the fur of your tail. “And unless I've misunderstood, you like me too?”

“You didn't misunderstand anything,” you reassure him.

When the others return, they're treated to a sight they've never seen before. You are lying on the sofa, stretched out comfortably, intoxicated by the scent of Juyeon, who is lying on top of you. His head is tucked under your chin, his arms are loosely at your side, his tail swaying peacefully behind him, purring so loudly you can probably hear it halfway across the world. You want everyone to hear this piece of proof that Juyeon no longer treats you like a stranger.

You are having a picnic, and this is the first time you see everyone at the same place, the owners and their hybrids - although the owners treat you as equals and don't consider you their property, these terms have persisted in public discourse. Sangyeon and Jacob, Jaehyun and Eric respectively. Kevin and Sunwoo, Juyeon, Haknyeon. And of course Younghoon, Chanhee, Changmin and finally you. This doesn't mean that you're all actually with your respective owners, not at all. You mingle as usual and you get a bigger picture of how close they are to each other now that you see not just some, but all of them.

“We're having lovely weather,” Jacob announces. He turns his face to the sun and stretches his black bunny ears. Then he sighs with relief and continues peeling oranges.

“It's really nice,” you agree.

The shady forest path you've been walking along leads into an open clearing, where you've set up camp. Chirping birds fill the branches of the surrounding trees. Butterflies flit among the grass. Wildflowers nod in the breeze and honeybees hover on the outstretched petals. It's a place where you gladly want to spend this spring afternoon. But the location alone wouldn't be enough, it's the fact that you're all here that makes it so magical.

The happy cries of the hybrids chasing each other, the laughter, the hope that maybe today you can be closer to the humans. But for now, you're having a great time with only Jacob on your plaid blanket.

“What would you like to do?” The boy asks, holding out a piece of orange, and as you take it, the concentrated smell of fruit fills your nostrils.

You pop the piece in your mouth. “What do you mean?”

“It's customary that when an owner adopts a new hybrid, they choose the game to play together at the next picnic. When I chose mine, we played a flower-picking contest. Last time we played hide and seek.”

Before you can answer, in the long-stemmed grass, Kevin approaches with a thermostate.

“Bunny, I had to take your carrot juice out,” he says as he squats down next to Jacob. "We need more room in the cooler for little penguin's ice. It would melt too quickly in the other bag. Are you going to drink it now, or should I put it in the shade so that it won’t get too hot?”

Jacob puts the orange peel on the edge of the plate so he can take the bottle. He opens the cap and drinks. Kevin turns his head towards you.

“What's up, Y/n? Do you know what we're going to play?”

To Kevin, you're still Y/n.

You shrug. “Can I have a little more time to think?”

“Sure, you can. We'll probably be here till sundown. But we could stay for a week, since bunny and bear packed so much food that– Oh yeah, where are the cookies?”

“In the green bag, if Changmin didn't eat them,” says Jacob.

Kevin presses a grateful kiss to the base of Jacob's fluffy ear, then stands up and looks for the bag.

“Shall I hunt down a cookie for you, too?” Jacob asks. “Would that cheer you up?”

You blink in confusion.

“What's wrong?” Jacob continues asking.

“Is it that obvious?”

“I don't know. I usually notice things like that. It doesn't mean it's that obvious to anyone else, even if they're paying attention. So do you want to talk about it?”

You reach out and start peeling an unopened orange. “Humans are complicated.”

You found your place soon among the hybrids. Changmin was very helpful in aiding you to fit in, to understand their dynamics, the romantic bonds that exist between them, and to become part of them. They accepted you and welcomed you into their hearts.

It took you the longest with Juyeon, but it wasn't as difficult as trying to fit in with the humans.

The other day, Younghoon almost brushed your tail, but backed out at the last minute. Even Chanhee looked puzzled, and he ended up brushing your fur. And then there was the time that you played Uno and had a chance to beat Kevin. But before you could put the card down, he knocked you down and you laughed, and then he almost kissed you, but pulled away before it could happen. And Sangyeon had his own special almosts: when he almost said something while you were hugging Haknyeon together, when he almost touched your ear but pulled away, when he almost gave you a goodnight kiss.

“What do they see in me? A friend or... someone else? It's never clear.”

“I'm sure they like you as much as we do. They just need more incentive, because human courtship is much more methodical than ours. For example, the first time I gave Eric a collar as a gift, he kept showering me with kisses all day. Kevin and I had been on five dates before he kissed me on the cheek. The point is, don't worry, just let them know you're interested in them. And eat more oranges.”

“Thanks, Cobie.”

When you approach the only blanket in the shade, you have two peeled oranges in your hand and a comb under your arm. Younghoon is sitting by the cooler, watching as Juyeon exchanges icy compresses on Chanhee's neck and forehead. The melting water drips down Chanhee's flushed face. Even though it's seventeen degrees and shady, Chanhee's body temperature is like a penguin's, and he experiences the pleasant spring sunshine as a gut-wrenching heat wave. Physically, that's all there is to his hybridity, no wings, beak or bird feet.

Juyeon takes another wet towel from the ice and gently presses it to the boy's neck, stroking his heated skin. Chanhee's eyebrows furrow and a sigh of pleasure escapes his lips. Juyeon holds the cloth around his neck, caressing it, only removing it when a wet spot forms on Chanhee's shirt.

“Better?” Younghoon asks.

“Slightly.”

Meanwhile, you take a seat next to them. You give one orange to Juyeon and the other to Chanhee.

“What about me?" pouts Younghoon.

You give him the comb. “Jacob wants me to eat this or– Oh.”

He falls silent when he understands. A few moments of quiet follow. You cling to the encouraging looks of Juyeon and Chanhee, and it gives you the courage to speak.

“You can say no.”

Younghoon shakes his head. “No, no, I’ll do it. Gladly.”

You don't know if the sigh of relief is yours or Juyeon’s and Chanhee’s, but you turn around, and when the comb brushes through your fur, a pleasant tingle runs through your body, as the gesture makes you feel as close to Younghoon as possible. And you don't want to be very far away from him anymore. You want to stay close. As close as Changmin, Eric and the others do.

He's quietly combing your tail, intimately, and all the while you watch Sangyeon chase Eric, who's wagging his tail, laughing. In the end, it's not Sangyeon who catches him, but Haknyeon, whose golden hoop in his pig-ear glistens in the sun.

“Done,” Younghoon says softly as he pulls the tool away.

You turn around and flash your best smile at him. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you. It means a lot.” Younghoon smiles too.

You take his hand and squeeze it, and he doesn't let go.

Then you both turn to Chanhee, who sighs in exasperation. He's just getting up to change the ice, looking so helpless that you wish you'd hand-carried the air conditioner from the apartment. Since he has come, you want him to enjoy it somewhat. It'd be nice to distract him from the fact that he's feeling bad.

And then you remember that you get to choose the collective game today.

You form a funnel with your hand and shout out for everyone to hear: “I know what we're going to play!”

Five minutes later, you're all (except Chanhee) walking the paths of the forest, looking for a pebble worthy of Chanhee.

Penguin hybrids love pebbles as courting gifts, and you had the opportunity to observe Younghoon and Changmin competing to see which one of them would take Chanhee on a date that night, and the winner was the one whose pebble Chanhee thought was prettier. Later, somewhere between the first time Jaehyun walked you home holding your hand and the first time Sunwoo kissed you, you gave your first pebble to Chanhee and he accepted it, and from then on you joined the competition for the dates.

Now you're not competing for a date, and it's not just the three of you, but it's equally exciting.

You find a white, palm-sized pebble. Its surface and color resemble a mineral. You wiggle your fingers and decide on this one.

Someone falls between two tree trunks and you spin around, startled.

“Stupid roots,” Kevin grumbles in disbelief.

You crouch down and help him up, at least to his knees. Before he stands up, he curiously spreads your fingers.

“Did you find this?” he strokes the surface of the pebble. “Pretty... Not as pretty as you, of course, but still pre—ah, Jesus!”

You pull him up, and his right ankle buckles. Kevin almost falls on you. You manage to hold him, but his forehead still hits yours.

“Sorry!” He pulls away, suddenly and completely, like he has touched fire. He does it so fast that this time he almost falls backwards.

However, today you won't let sudden moves go undiscussed.

“I want you to lean on me like the others,” you admit, and reach out for him, penetrating the distance that has diminished but not ceased in recent months, and caress his cheek, then lean your forehead against his and close your eyes. “I will hold you.”

Kevin sighs. He doesn't pull away. “Then you lean on me too, okay?”

You nod. Kevin rubs the tip of your noses together and you smile again, even more relieved.

A sunny afternoon in nature really is a great incentive to open up and let the unconfident humans get closer to you, or rather to show them, that if they want it too, how close you want them to be.

You take Kevin's hand and put the rock in it, then put yours over it. “I think Chanhee wouldn't mind if we gave it to him together.”

He really doesn't mind. Chanhee's lips are ice cold when he kisses you, but the gratitude radiating from his embrace is warm. He doesn't mind it either when Kevin sits down next to him and rests his feet there. Or that Eric wants to relax in the shade from his game of catch and pebble hunt, resting his head against Chanhee's side and his fluffy ears on his shirt.

You'd love to stay, Eric holding out his palm to you, inviting, with his tail wagging cutely, but you swhake your head and stand up.

“I'll be back,” you promise, and make room for Jaehyun, who has just arrived with his own pebble.

First you have to figure out how to show Sangyeon that you're interested in him too, then you’ll join the hug.

He was the first to return with his pebble. He's currently sitting on a blanket in the sun with a book in his hand. You turn your ear towards him and his voice floats towards you through the clearing. He is definitely reading to Haknyeon and Sunwoo.

You walk up and settle down with them.

“Y/n!” yells Haknyeon, immediately pulling you into his embrace.

“Did you find a pretty stone?” he asks, and while you're formulating your answer, Sunwoo steals a kiss from you.

“I thought it was pretty,” you reply, after Sunwoo pulls away.

Your gaze slides to Haknyeon's ear, the new gold hoop on the edge of his pink pig ears.

“Does it still hurt?” you ask.

The jewel jingles loudly as the boy shakes his head. “It's not even red anymore, see?”

You study it closely, and indeed it’s fine. The swelling is gone, the ear looks healthy.

“Hmm. It healed quickly. I'm glad it doesn't hurt.”

Sangyeon pauses reading while the others greet you and watches the scene with a small smile.

Platonically? Wistfully? Neither? Somehow both?

The uncertainty that has stretched in you until now is eased when you notice Jacob approaching. His ears are hanging by his cheeks, and a lazy smile spreads across his face. He comes towards you with a bowl of fruit.

“Eat!” he says as he kneels on the blanket, then frowns. “Have you disinfected your hands after the pebbles?”

A yes comes out of Sangyeon's mouth. The rest of you chorus a no, but hungrily feast on the delicious morsels. The disinfectant is far away, the juicy flesh of fruit within arm's reach.

“I'll feed you then,” Jacob nods his head, committed.

Sangyeon lifts the book to his face and continues reading out loud. He is certainly holding some romantic literature, the characters confessing their hearts' secrets at the moment, and then kissing passionately. Passionately, the text says, although Sangyeon reads it in a flat, monotone voice. Haknyeon can no longer take it.

“Please, hyung, read it yourself!” he begs Jacob between bites.

Sunwoo nods. “Sangyeon hyung reads the kissing parts as if he were reading a recipe book. Like he doesn't know how to kiss.”

Sangyeon says nothing for the moment, just takes the bowl from Jacob and hands him the book. Jacob doesn't start reading immediately, first exploring the page, the characters, so he can tell their monologues in a different tone. In the meantime, Sangyeon drops a piece of tangerine into Haknyeon's open mouth, then puts a piece of apple between Sunwoo's lips and raises his eyebrows.

“Like he doesn't know what it's like to kiss?” he asks calmly, quietly.

“That's the truth,” Sunwoo shrugs, but his gaze is locked on Sangyeon's face, and there isn't a hint of nonchalance. It's curiosity. Defenselessness. And admiration.

Haknyeon leans his head against your shoulder, watching what happens next. Jacob glances up from behind the book, too, his gaze darting between Sunwoo and Sangyeon. And then he settles on you.

“Are you suggesting that Sangyeon is out of practice?” he asks, dropping the book in his lap.

“Perhaps,” Sunwoo replies boldly, but he continues to study Sangyeon like some god descended to earth. He wants a kiss, it's quite obvious, because he tends to look at you like that.

The man, if he takes the cue, reaches for a strawberry instead of Sunwoo's face and turns to you. You happily let him place the fruit between your lips and chew the sweet bite with relish. The process of chewing stops when Sangyeon's fingertip brushes your lips; he wipes some of the strawberry juice off, and you know at that moment that you are looking at him exactly as Sunwoo had just done.

The message is just as clear.

“Y/n…” Your name sounds so vague, like a path that is easy to get lost on in the woods, where there are no signposts, only the unknown.

“Maybe you should practice,” you recommend. Your face heats up from the fact you said it out loud, but you don’t stop yet. “If Jacob isn't here, you'll have to read the text in a way that won't bore your audience.”

But Sangyeon hesitates. “Are you sure?”

“I'm sure you need to practice. And I'm also sure I want you to practice with me. But I don't just want you to practice with me, I want you to do everything the others do. I want to go on dates and make your coffee and be with you. I'm sure of that, too,” you admit, and it's a big help to have Jacob here with you, Haknyeon stroking your waist, and Sangyeon looking at you with interest, not judgment. “And you? What do you want?”

“The same,” says Sangyeon, finally leaning towards you.

His mouth is soft and the kiss sweet and strawberry-flavoured. You stroke his cheekbone with your thumb. The moral of the story is that Sangyeon doesn't seem to be out of practice, but you don't plan to tell him that. Maybe not until after he's kissed everyone on the blanket at least once.

When you settle back on your heels, it's like you've woken up from a magical dream. A dream you can relive if you want to.

“And what about us?" asks Haknyeon. If he had a dogtail, he'd be wagging it wildly right now, but his tiny, curled pigtail is also doing some kind of cute, wagging motion.

Sangyeon glances at Jacob. The rabbit hybrid nods, and Sangyeon smiles in disbelief. “If you insist.”

And the picnic can be better. You bask in the sunshine, in the kisses and hugs of others, and wish this afternoon would never end. Maybe it won't end, because from now on you'll take the feeling that you're home with them, and that you belong to each other with you, everywhere you go.

Date planner. Your favorite Excel spreadsheet. Probably everyone's favorite. Still, it's quite complicated to maintain, to record all the dates, locations, people, and to figure out a way the occasions won't clash.

This month, Sangyeon, Jaehyun and you are in charge. You gather on Sangyeon's bed because it's more comfortable and personal than his study. He's on the edge of the bed with his laptop on his lap. You are next to him, and Jaehyun is leaning on your shoulder. You're trying to figure out where Kevin could take Sunwoo after his shift. On the one hand, what's open, and on the other hand, which places are inclusive of hybrids, or don't exclude humans the way some stores do. Their only comment was that they didn't want to go to a confecionery, otherwise they left it all up to you, the organisers.

Sangyeon hums and brings the cursor to the right field. The cursor winks curiously, and you wonder what has come to his mind.

“How about bowling? Sunwoo has wanted to go bowling ever since he didn't go with Juyeon and Younghoon.”

“Right,” you nod. “He brings it up a lot. And Kevin's been on a lot of restaurant dates lately, I think he could use a change. Bowling sounds like a good idea.”

“Jaehyun?”

Jaehyun doesn't hum, doesn't nod, doesn't answer. Jaehyun is snoozing because he fell asleep leaning against your arm.

“Don't wake the sleeping bear!” you whisper with a smile and adjust his head on your shoulder.

He mutters something and hugs your arm to his chest, rubbing his head against your shoulder, his fluffy ears tickling your neck.

“Do you want to continue?” Sangyeon asks.

You answer yes. After a few minutes, your head falls on his shoulder.

“Are you tired?”

“I can continue.”

To prove it, you speed up the pace of your slow blinking, but it slows again, and your eyelids are heavy as trying to avoid the logical pitfalls of date planning.

“Go to sleep. I'll finish this. All that's left is our date.”

Then you don't even want to look at the screen. You told him to surprise you.

Sangyeon kisses you and your eyelids flutter and close permanently. It's warm under the blanket, and it's good to use him as a pillow. It's safe to lean on him, safe with Jaehyun's weight, safe with Sangyeon tapping away on the keyboard, but still looking out for you, because he's always looking out for all of you, and you just know that nightmares won't find you here.

Two more minutes for the tea bags to soak in the mugs. Will the debate be over by then? It's a difficult question, as Kevin is taking part in the debate now. Normally he avoids controversy, but he has added to this topic, and it has led to him, Jaehyun and Haknyeon trying to come to an agreement at the kitchen table.

“Pack?”

“We are not a pack,” Jaehyun counters.

“We can treat Sangyeon as a wolf,” shrugs Kevin. “He's pack leader material.”

“But still not a wolf.”

No. They won't necessarily finish in two minutes. There are lots of different names for different communities that they can compare.

You sigh, leaning against the kitchen counter, and watch the numbers scroll on the timer. As soon as your phone beeps, you roll the filters onto a small spoon, squeeze out the water, throw it away, then carry the mugs to the table one by one, along with the sugar and lemon juice. You start putting their mugs in front of them and they quiet down, but not because they've finished.

“What do you think?” Haknyeon asks, tilting his head to the side in interest. “What can we call our relationship? The whole thing?”

If you answer correctly, maybe you can end this discussion.

You lean against the table and think. You search for a good answer, and the warmth of the imagined answer suggests that it is also the right answer.

“I think we're in love. We feel at home with each other, safe. Loved. Isn't that enough? I think that expresses our relationship much better than a herd, nesting community, or whatever,” you reply. “It's not what we call it, it's how we can sustain it that matters.”

“You're right, little fox,” Kevin smiles as he reaches for the sugar bowl.

“And even your tea is fantastic,” Jaehyun sips with a smile.

“We love you,” adds Haknyeon.

“I know,” you press a kiss to his cheek.

You know, when you talk to Jaehyun half asleep at dawn. When Sangyeon is looking for his glasses and pats your shoulder or your cheek on the way. When Chanhee lets you watch him until he averts his gaze, flustered. When Juyeon asks you about your day as he lazily lies on your stomach and purrs slowly. When Younghoon bombards you with messages, asking if everything's okay and ending every conversation with the biggest heart emojis known to mankind. When Jacob listens to you, even though you don't even know there's something weighing on your soul until you open your mouth and his warm gaze is on you. When Eric shares everything with you and wants you to borrow his favorite t-shirts, his video games, his collars, his heart - and you don't have to give any of it back. When Haknyeon takes your hand and traces all the lines on your palm, first with his finger, then with his mouth. When Sunwoo showers you with gifts and then pretends it wasn't him. When Kevin helps you with something, and you thank him, and he says it was nothing. When Changmin's face relaxes because you assure him you no longer have nightmares.

You know when you're with them and even when you're not.

You just always know how much they love you, that you’re so, so loved by them.

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[12:04 pm] ♡ poly!yungi

gn!reader | poly/situationship/fwb (as you want to interpret) | very suggestive | made with @wonsheep's help <3

‣ ateez masterlist :: ✉️₍₁₎

“what the– wait, wait, wait!” wooyoung smacks the table in pure shock. “you two are telling me that you had sex with the same person at the same party?”

he can’t even deny how much he loves gossiping. especially if his friends are involved.

“how did you find out?” he asks, leaning on the table.

sir, this is a mcdonald’s, you would say jokingly, not an interrogation room in a crime thriller. but you’re silent as a grave next to him, and you wouldn’t dare to form a word. it’s better if all his attention is on the boys sitting in front of you.

yunho flashes a mysterious smirk. mingi’s lips form a shy smile and he is looking at the ceiling like wooyoung could see the answer right here.

they can’t look at each other now. at the party, though, they did more than looking.

you lean back on the cushion with a flush to your neck. you’re very grateful that wooyung hasn't bombarded you with his questions yet. it is possible that you would accidentally reveal everything: the flirting, the drinks, the way both of them were inside you.

your friends are useless for wooyoung’s curiosity, so he turns to you.

fuck.

“you were there too, right? did you see something?”

“no,” you lie. “after we arrived, we lost each other.”

more like you were lost in each other.

wooyoung hums.

“but the party was great,” you add.

“i’m glad you enjoyed it too,” yunho winks.

and you can’t help, but smile at him.

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woncon · 3 months ago

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guess what, the gremlins in my head won't let me rest. let me share what i'm working on!!

The pieces are being put together into a new puzzle. You gasp. “You guys are pornstars!” “God, no!” Yunho waves his hand in disagreement. “We’re not!” “We’re performers,” Hongjoong tells you in a calm voice. “Performers,” you blink. “Erotic performers,” Seonghwa ads. “Strippers.” Oh. Oh.

it'll be a poly!stripper ateez x reader. maybe smut, maybe not. we'll see. 🙂‍↕️

anyone interested? ❤️‍🔥

#ateez x reader #poly ateez x reader #poly ateez #ateez smut #atz x reader #wonwips

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woncon · 4 months ago

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[05:19 pm] ♡ poly!hyunbini

gn!reader | heavily suggestive | made with @wonsheep's help <3

‣ stray kids masterlist :: ✉️₍₁₎

the phone is ringing.

it’s on the coffee table, and the three of you are on the sofa.

hyunjin doesn’t care. he keeps his arms around you tight, while painting your neck with his soft kisses. but changbin, whose shirt you've tugged off halfway, pulls away from your lips. his palm on your thigh goes back to your knee. he glances at the table, huffing uncertainly.

“don’t pick it up!” advises hyunjin, but the way he says it, it’s more like an order.

“it’s jyp,” changbin replies, seeing the contact name. “important stuff.”

hyunjin sighs, then he rests his chin on your shoulder. you can’t see his face, but you can imagine how he looks right now, because changbin blushes and clears his throat.

“you call him back later, hmm?” you also help in convincing him. you take his hand and put it back on your thigh. “now you have other important things to pay attention to: us.”

hyunjin hums with approval, the sound vibrating through your whole body. “come, wifey, let us love you.”

changbin’s phone finally stops ringing.

changbin smiles, that’s the last thing you see before he kisses you again. your fingers run over his side to find the hem of his shirt. when you find it, you grab it with determination, and changbin lets you pull it off of him. hyunjin moans on your skin from the view, and your hand feels like it is also his when you caress changbin's gorgeous curves with them hungrily.

changbin pants softly, and your biggest wish is to lean in, to taste his muscles with your mouth, to let him know how breathtaking he is with every lick–

but the phone, that cursed phone rings again, and this time changbin parts from you completely.

“hello?” he takes the phone to his ear, while also giving you and hyunjin a guilty look. “hmm, yeah, yeah. i am available.”

he picked it up. it is a forgivable act, because his boss was the one calling, and he didn’t give up.

but saying that he is available? downright outrageous.

he is not available.

“i was thinking that uh–”

hyunjin leaves your back, and sits next to changbin, so he can easily nibble on his ear. changbin tries to push the other away with one hand, but hyunjin groans in rebellion, grabbing changbin’s thigh.

oh, how nasty he is! you smile proudly, then go to changbin’s other side. you lean closer to him, kissing every surface of skin you reach. his side, the line of his ribs, his belly, even his hipbone.

“so i don’t have a final version yet, but, but, but… “ at this moment, you’re nipping at his abs. needless to say, changbin nearly moans into the phone. “no, no, i’m fine, totally fine. i just need to collect my notes. just a second.”

changbin mutes himself, then looks at you. “are you serious?”

“are you serious?” hyunjin and you repeat, and you giggle at your accordance.

changbin leans back with a sigh. “why are you doing this to me?”

“we just want to make your eyes roll,” hyunjin explains. “and not the way you roll it when your boss praises himself.”

“it’s the weekend. jyp can wait, but we can’t.” you climb onto his thighs and sit down comfortably. hyunjin places his palm on the small of your back so you don’t fall back. “please, chill with us, honey.”

changbin unmutes himself. “i’m here, but i forgot my notes in the studio… yes, yeah, of course… on monday, then.”

he ends the call, dropping the silent thing next to him. it doesn’t matter anymore.

finally.

you would give a high five to hyunjin, but you’re totally okay with only a satisfied wink, because his hands and yours are both occupied with touching changbin’s warm skin where you can.

“rolling my eyes, huh?” changbin fondles your side. a lustful expression plastered on his handsome face. “how do you want to do that?”

“i’ll give you a taste…” your hand goes down on his chest, and doesn’t stop until changbin moves into your hand, biting his lips hard.

hyunjin sets the said lips free with his thumb and pointer finger just to kiss into changbin’s mouth and receive his pretty sounds with his tongue, teeth and lips.

the next time the phone rings – if it rings at all –, you don't hear. changbin’s whimpers, hyunjin’s moans and your own sounds of pleasure are louder.

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woncon · 4 months ago

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Hi angel!

I just read your Fem!SKZ one-shot and 🫠🫠 please please pllleaaaseeee tell me you maybe, possibly, hypothetically, in the future, have plans to write about a spicy scene between y/n and Christine’s about that sexy thigh song? 👀 even if you don’t, pls lie to me so I can be delusional! ILY thank you for doing what you’re doing sweetness!

Drink water and take your meds ❤️❤️

Hi there, love!! 🩷🩷

I have good news for you: I do have plans. Somewhere, somehow in the future they'll come true. I love you too, have a wonderful day!!😚

#woncon answers❣️#fem!skz #poly stray kids

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woncon · 4 months ago

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Ahww, thank you!! 🥰🩷 Also, your taste in ships is truly refined. 🙂‍↕️

[09:10 pm] ♡ poly!minsung

gn!reader | fluff | goodnight kisses | made with @honeytwo's help <3

‣ helloo, dears! 💓this is mainly what I wrote this january, in tiny doses. i couldn't afford anything else, I didn't have the energy. but now that i've got the exams out of the way? oh boy.

‣ stray kids masterlist :: ✉️₍₁₎

you listen to the sounds that filter through the blankets: the barefoot footsteps on the parquet floor, the innocent, soft whisper, the creaking door, the soft scuffle of falling clothes, the sound of water coming out of the shower, and the soft, steamy laughter.

the bed buries you, and your boyfriends forget your goodnight kiss. you curl up with a sigh, then close your eyes. your heart heavy with fatigue.

but you can’t sleep. just wait.

when the covers are lifted from your form, you open your eyes again. jisung smiles sweetly at you as if he's done nothing wrong. you would remind him of his omission in a grumpy tone, but he's kissing you, so you have to deal with that instead of talking.

“you thought i forgot?”

“yeah.” you thoroughly inhale his scent, an unmistakable blend of shower gel, pajamas and home. “a little.”

“don't worry! it's the highlight of my evening.” he gives you another kiss on the lips, a real smooch. “i know you can't sleep without a goodnight kiss. it's a real honour, jagi, to kiss you to sleep.”

you laugh at this, and are pleased to see your boyfriend lift the covers and snuggle in next to you. if he really considers it an honour, you have no reason to be angry with him. he hugs you tightly, tilting his head into your neck. you tuck your hand under his shirt and stroke the tattoo running down his side, slowly caressing his skin.

“how warm your hands are!” jisung is amazed.

“yeah, i've been warming up here for a while.”

"my little fireplace," says the boy, kissing your neck. "really, your whole body is warm. hmm, very warm…”

and jisung is all over you, longing for your warmth. “night!" he murmurs with a contented sigh.

your hand stops caressing his side. he looks at you again and you raise an eyebrow in question.

“oh, of course, sorry,” he giggles awkwardly. “your other goodnight kiss dealer is still brushing his teeth. should i wait with you?”

“you don’t need to. sleep tight, hanie.”

jisung relaxes beside you. you listen to his heartbeat, his breathing, enjoy the calm he exudes. without his presence, you'd be more impatient with minho.

when you finally hear the sound of the tap water running instead of scrubbing sounds coming from the bathroom, sleep becomes an attainable prospect. soon your boyfriend turns off the tap and the bathroom door opens again. this time minho leaves, also in his pyjamas. you immediately turn your head towards him to make sure he knows you're still very much awake. it wouldn't be the first time he's pretended to think you're asleep just to tease you. he's dragged out his bathroom time long enough, you've had enough already, and you want to follow jisung into the realm of long rem phases.

minho pauses and looks towards you. “oh? still awake?”

he knows you need your goodnight kisses to sleep. he makes no secret of it now, his sly smile and the way his eyes twinkle with enjoyment are quite obvious. but you don't want to beg. if he doesn't want to kiss you, you'll get your revenge: you'll steal his soft, warm blanket at night and jisung tomorrow. and you'll look at him just as deviously for the rest of the da–

before you can finish your train of thought, minho takes your chin and leans in for a kiss. but it's not just a quick kiss. minho gives it his all, and you can taste the menthol on his tongue as he makes up for every minute you spent waiting for his kiss, well, worth it.

“don't make out without me..." mutters jisung in his sleep.

“sounds like a nightmare, doesn't it, jagi?" chuckles minho.

“hmm…” replies the other, pouting. his face is chubby as he presses against your shoulder, his features relaxed and downright adorable.

minho looks lovingly at the sleeping jisung, then looks at you the same way.

he doesn't say he loves you too often, but he doesn't have to. there's no need for softly whispered words when all he's done is howl his feelings with his acts. yes, even with the ones he uses to play with you. it's well known that cats love their toys. and it's also well known that the longer people are awake, the stranger their thoughts become.

you smile contentedly at minho now that your last wish of the day has come true. "good night," you whisper.

he nods, then crawls behind jisung. he gets under the blanket and slings an arm around the younger man's waist.

you close your eyes, feeling your eyelashes heavy and the sleep you long for not far away. then you open them again. you reach out grumpily and cover minho's eyes.

“you've had your goodnight kiss, haven't you?" he asks playfully.

"i can't sleep with you staring at me."

minho grins at that. he takes your wrist. he removes your hand from his eye, then kisses your palm. finally, he lays it under his cheek like a pillow.

"okay, jagi. i closed it. happy now?"

"perfectly," you sigh in relief. everything is fine now, you can sleep well.

before you can fall completely asleep, you feel minho adjusting the blanket on you and jisung. he pulls it up to your shoulders and tucks it under your body so it won't slide down.

you fall asleep with a smile on your lips.

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woncon · 4 months ago

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[04:58 pm] ♡ poly!stray kids

gn!reader | suggestive | mainly hyunbinisung, but heavy backround poly | made with @wonsheep's help <3

‣ stray kids masterlist :: ✉️₍₁₎

there is a fistful of grass behind your home. It broke out from under the concrete. in your opinion, it’s traditional, full value grass, which is very great! right now, you need to touch some grass, and this is the closest to the apartment.

you walk out the door, go round the building, and there you are. healthy green grass fibre.

you sit down ceremoniously, hold out your hand and caress the plant. a deep breath and you close your eyes.

changbin’s impressive diversity. his tight muscles. oh, those strong– enough!

you concentrate on the feel of the grass. you imagine that you take its peace through your fingertips, and in return, you give your naughty, wild memories and thoughts, so nature can bury them into the concrete.

steps. you look behind yourself. hyunjin is getting closer.

“i came for the grass, too,” he says.

he takes a seat next to you, and he isn’t joking. it seems he wants to reach a level of mindfulness as you did a little earlier, then he holds out his hand. you touch the fibres with only two fingers now to give some place for your boyfriend. either way, you are in contact, and with his pinky touching your middle finger, lightning sparks through your arm.

hyunjin pats his side gloomily. “it’s not working.”

“wanna talk about it?” you recommend.

“i don’t know,” he looks at your fingers caressing grass, then at your face again.

you shake your head. “go ahead. i can handle it.”

“fine.” he sits closer to you, creating a more intimate situation. “i was searching for my toothbrush. that’s what happened. but i didn’t find it. then jisung peaked out from behind the shower curtain, and said that it is likely that he accidentally mixed up mine with his. his mouth was smeared with toothpaste, and at the edge a toothbrush was hanging out. but from the moment i saw him, i didn’t care about my toothbrush,” he licks his lips. “holy jesus. water cascaded down on his muscles and tiny waist and, and his tattoos, and he looked at me so remorsefully as if my biggest problem could have still been that stupid toothbrush when he was fully naked in front of me...”

you gulp.

“wow.”

your assumption was wrong. you can’t handle it. and now there is not enough green zone and jungle in the whole world that would be able to expel the picture of jisung from your mind. nevertheless, you stay there, hanging onto the lil’ patch of grass, because you can still get rid of your fantasies about changbin here.

probably.

hopefully.

you just need to get in the right flow and mindset.

“and why are you here?” asks hyunjin.

“oh, i was in the living room. changbin and i tried to guess what minho was making in the kitchen. then seungmin walked in. up until then, everything had been alright. i was cuddling changbin, and he was like a fairy prince.”

hyunjin nods, he knows exactly how changbin is when he is enthusiastic, adorable and cuddly.

“seungmin started to tease him with his words, and changbin slowly transformed. i don’t have better words, that’s the reaction seungmin gets out of him. changbin pulled away from me and grabbed seungmin, pulling seungmin down on his lap. and he held seungmin's head up by his jaw, uhm, something like that.”

“uhuh.”

“he also whispered something into seungmin's ear, which made seungmin blush, but he was still grinning like he won the lottery. it made me wonder whether being grabbed and manhandled by changbin can feel that goo–”

“yeah, it’s that good,” hyunjin chimes in.

you furrow your brows, he smirks mischievously, and your head is suddenly full of images. memories of how hyunjin dominates changbin, and ideas of how it is sometimes reversed, with changbin holding hyunjin in place with his strength. and as if he was a late guest from this party, jisung also appears in your mind as hyunjin painted him with his words: only wearing the toothbrush.

oh, great heavens. you shoo hyunjin’s hands away from the grass so you can rest your forehead on the plant.

hyunjin giggles.

“go away, you unsalvageable!”

“let go of the grass, and i’ll help you.”

you shoot him a suspicious glance.

“you heard me. i know a method that can help us.”

he stands up, dusts off his jeans, then holds out a hand for you. “so? are you giving up like me?”

you take his hand, and you also come to terms with your weakness. usually the green patch has a good effect on you, but touching your boyfriends is still better than touching grass.

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woncon · 4 months ago

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STOOOP!! 🥹 When I saw your reblog, I started jumping in front of my laptop. Literally. You made me so SO happy and relieved that I am not the only one who loves this concept. I'm the one to thank YOU for your motivating and kind and pleasing words! 💓💓

I hope you'll be satisfied with my upcoming poly!fem!skz content too!(I'll finally write with fem!Minho, yippe! I've been waiting for this moment since the moment I saw Auntie Lina. :D)

➳ black boots

➶ poly! fem!stray kids x gn!reader (hyunbinilix focus)｡˚ °

-ˏ` ✎﹏ You have a freshly bought pair of black boots, a date night, a short girlfriend and a plan.

➴ genre: poly, slice of life, non-idol au, college/university au, domestic fluff, estabilished relationship

: ̗̀➛ warnings: suggestive themes, petnames & nicknames, reader adoring their girlfriends (literally falling for one of them)

: ̗̀➛ the name changes: chris = christine; changbin = chaebin; felix = felicity; minho = minhee/mina; the gender-neutral names (jisung, seungmin, jeongin, hyunjin) are the same.

⌨ :: 4k words ♡ ︵ . .

⁀➷ hi!! this is the first time i wrote with fem!skz, and i loved 👏 every 👏 second 👏 of it. in this one-shot not every lady pops up, and the focus is mainly on hyunjin, felicity, chaebin and the reader. however, in the future i would really like to go deeper into this au and put together a plot that includes the others as well, their dynamic and stuff.❤️

⁀➷ also, thanks for @wonsheep for betaing! 💓

➳ mlist

The hall carpet is covered with shoes. Running shoes, casual shoes, winter boots. Seungmin's small and large studded boots. In the next box you find rest Minhee's red, pointy heels, nothing to do with the black boots you're desperately searching for. And to be fair, it's quite funny that you find their shoes, who don't even live here, before you find your own.

You sigh in frustration and sit down on your heels. Fewer and fewer boxes remain, and with them less and less hope of finding them before you have to go on the date.

“Wait a minute!” Felicity, who came to your rescue about half an hour ago, pulls out a pair of boots. These seem to be the ones you're looking for, but the feeling immediately passes. Yours have laces, and they're not that high.

“These are Binnie's platform boots,” you identify them. Another pair of shoes from someone who also doesn't live here.

Your girlfriend takes a closer look at the two pieces. “Oh. Sorry.”

“You couldn't have known. I bought it over the weekend, I don't think anyone's seen it yet, just the box. It has a brown box and I remember putting it here.” You pat the closet door. “Right. Here.”

You already took everything you could from that drawer. No black boots, just the closet mockingly gaping at you.

“What if someone accidentally put it on?” Felicity suggests. “Hyune was late for her Picasso seminar today. Maybe she picked up the first thing she could get her hands on and ran for the bus.”

“In that case, she would have left the box at home, right?” You also remember that Hyunjin is in the bathroom. "And she would have taken it off since then."

“You’re right…”

You lean your palm on the forest of shoes and kiss Felicity's cheek where the freckles are the densest. "It's okay, Lissy. I'll find it someday. If not today, I'll pull something else. I'll borrow one of Minnie's boots, for example. There's so much here. Wow.”

“But you were so excited to put it on!” She gives your wrist a dedicated squeeze. “We'll find it, and you'll come in it, and everyone will be at your feet.”

You smile and laugh at that, because that's partly what you're aiming for with the shoes. You want to impress somebody. The fact that Felicity's noticed just proves how much she understands.

“We're going to interview everyone and go through Bin unnie's apartment and Minnie's dorm. This isn’t brownie to vanish without a trace.”

“What if the shoe fairy took it?” you ask.

Felicity narrows her eyes menacingly in response, her voice tinglingly deep. “Then I'll find her, grab her wings, and stick Mina unnie’s high heels up her ass.”

Just the visual image alone makes you grimace. “Ouch.”

"If she's been messing with you, she deserves it," she shrugs.

After finding out that Hyunjin doesn't know anything about the shoes, you make a phone call. Jisung, who also lives with you but spent the weekend at the Christine-Minhee-Chaebin trio's apartment, has nothing of substance to say either, other than that she's on her way home. One more call and it turns out it wasn't the shoe fairy who took your boots, but Jeongin.

“I wanted to make sure to pick the right shades for your date outfits. Chaebin unnie had an idea for pants and I had to see if they matched your shoes. I forgot to tell you. When I bring over Lissy unnie's dress, I'll bring that too,” promises your enthusiastic, dedicated fashion guru, whose dorm room is probably in a similar mess as your hallway; your brought-over clothes scattered but carefully laid out everywhere.

“And did Binnie see it?” you ask.

“I was careful, baby. It was in the box the whole time. And she'll be wearing sneakers like you wanted.”

"You're an angel, Innie," you say gratefully, breaking the line.

Felicity frowns. She heard it all, she just doesn't understand. But she waits in vain for an explanation. With a cryptic smile, you wink at her, then scramble to stretch your weary legs and pour motivation into yourself to put the shoe army back in the drawer.

///

As a final touch, you adjust your socks and check the laces. At last, everything is restored: the shoes you threw out are packed back in. You're wearing the clothes you had planned on wearing, complete with your new black boots.

“So?” you ask.

“Wow, that's big," Felicity says, surprised. “Until you’ve pulled it out, it looked smaller.”

“That's what she said," Jisung steps into the hallway with a waggle of her eyebrows. Felicity laughs and nudges her shoulder.

Then Jisung looks you up and down. So far she has unpacked and given a detailed account of her weekend. She hasn't had a chance to look at your date outfit yet, so she takes the time to do that before she takes a critical look at your shoes. “Sexy. You can stay.” Though she grins playfully, her expression exudes a kind of sincere affection and fascination that makes heat begin to bubble in your chest.

“You mean... at home?” In your mind, the afternoon, most of which you spent searching for shoes and the rest of which you spent in excited preparation, slowly rolls by in a series of images. Also, there was some serious planning going on this week, juggling daily schedules so that you could finally go on a longer date with some of your girlfriends, not just quick meetings during coffee breaks between meetings or classes. It would be silly to throw it all away.

"For real," Jisung nods vigorously. You're sure there are images flashing in her head too, just probably different ones, judging by the way her gaze stops at your thighs and how she bites her lip slightly. “You could stay, but you wouldn't stay clothed for long.”

..Okay. The others will understand that you're throwing everything away. They'd do the same if Jisung looked at them like that.

“No!” Jeongin, appearing on the doorstep, seems to be shouting at your thoughts. You flinch. She doesn't approach you, she stops next to Jisung and Felicity, but she's still quite intimidating, and you still get the impression that she's actually snapping at your thoughts. “No way, unnie. You don't have the right to corrupt my masterpiece yet.”

“Oh?”

“I've worked hard on the composition. For hours. The four of them will look wonderful together if you let them.”

“They'd look wonderful naked together too…” Jisung reports wistfully.

Jeongin sighs. She sighs with similar resignation when Doongie ruffles her cardigan. The sigh is exasperated, but the expression on her face is one of fascination. Love. "Unnie, please."

As Jeongin pleads with Jisung, you too are compelled to bear with yourself. Thanks to this, you remember one of the highlights of your evening, the one you've planned, when the footwear you've chosen really comes into its own, and thus, where the fire of desire has just flared inside you, it settles back to excitement.

Jisung snorts in surrender. “Fine, Innie-yah. I'll wait.” She blows out the air as if her lips were Pandora's box, and now all the horror has been set on its way.

“What's gotten into you, Hanie?” asks Felicity. She and Jisung are usually on the same wavelength, and easily understand each other's feelings. Sometimes they seem to read each other's minds. Now the blonde girl can't read the other either.

“Nothing extra,” she waves her hand, but at the same time she measures your body again with a dreamy expression. “Just a half-finished lyric about Y/nie's thighs and how nice it would be to die between them.” She bites her lower lip again. It's probably involuntary, but even if it's on purpose, you can't resent it. You love biting her as well, her lips always soft and sensitive under your teeth.

“Did you write it?” you wonder. It'd be surprising. It's not that Jisung doesn't like your thighs, she just doesn't write about them. To your knowledge, the last time Jisung wrote about legs was when she put the story of one of her iconic falls into song. The case involved a stuffed guitar case, the pavement and her untied shoelaces.

“It was written by someone who loves traffic and vehicle metaphors.”

Oh.

So Christine writes lyrics about your thighs. It makes you feel like a voyeur peeping through a curtainless window to see yourself on the other side. Christine between your thighs– the thought makes the skin on the back of your neck heat up. You stroke it with the palm of your hand, as if that will cancel out the hopeful flood of heat, the hot feeling that simply knowing Christine is fantasizing about you on scraps of paper has brought out in you.

There is something particularly flattering, sweetly special about being the love of artists.

“Muse?”

You raise your head. At the same time, Felicity, Jisung and Jeongin turn around like three curious meerkats. And Hyunjin giggles, realizing that she calls you all her muses. “Fee. Y/nie. Are you ready?”

“Fuck,” cries the blonde. “I forgot my lip gloss.” With that, she disappears inside the apartment to finish her make-up.

Meanwhile, Jeongin and Jisung make room for Hyunjin, and you look at her as if you're seeing her for the first time. She has her hair done up high, in a bun on the top of her head. Gold earrings jingle by her neck. Lips glowing red with lipstick. She's wearing a black, form-fitting dress and body-coloured stockings. There is no shoes on her feet, but as you're standing in the hallway, that's about to change soon.

It's so different from the Hyunjin emerging with brushes poked through her locks and paint-stained, frayed jeans on her way to the bathroom break from her studio or a flash of colour in the living room as she rushes to her university class. This Hyunjin stops now, or even stops time with her exuberant beauty, because time wants to delight in her too, and preserve her in this moment.

“Wow. You are…” Gorgeous. Amazing. Breathtaking, “wife material,” you whisper.

The next moment you're kneeling in front of her.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jeongin put her hand to her mouth and Jisung's lips part.

“What are you doing?” asks Hyunjin, surprised. Like someone who doesn't dare to breathe.

Your knees are weak at the sight of her, that's the case. “I just... just, uh, can I help you put your shoes on?” You finally offer hopefully. “So your clothes don't wrinkle. Or– Or your stockings.”

Hyunjin gives you a gentle smile. “I want to wear my black patent leather shoes.”

While you take out said pair, Jisung and Jeongin come to their senses. The latter tries to pretend that she knew you were not serious or had different intentions than you seemed to, but she cannot speak. Jisung, on the other hand, is starting to indulge in a monologue.

“Damn, it was something, I mean I almost had a heart attack, and, and, well, actually it would have been a nice death, and I could see the drama before my eyes, because wow, how brutal would it be if Y/n wanted Chaebin's wife too–”

Hyunjin lifts her leg for you. Jisung decides to keep quiet and just be a spectator to the events. You slip the shiny-soled shoe onto Hyunjin's foot, and then, with deft movements, you buckle it. You repeat the procedure with the other leg. Hyunjin rewards your patient, dedicated work with a hand extended towards you. When you're done, she pulls you into a standing position.

“You look impressive too, you know. These boots really suit you. If I could, I'd paint you right here.”

You smile gratefully at her, and are happy to let her kiss your hand. The imprint of her lipstick remains on your skin, but it doesn't bother you in the least. You will wear it for the rest of the day like a precious jewel.

“I'm ready!” Felicity glides in like a cheerful blonde whirlwind in a cloud of vanilla perfume. Her pink, floral dress swirls with her as she presses a loud kiss to Jisung's cheek, then Jeongin's, and then strolls over to you in her sandals. “We're not late, are we?”

Although you spent many seconds during the ritual of putting on your retrieved shoes admiring her, you are not too surprised to find that you are not yet satiated by the sight of Felicity. Perhaps you never will be. At least you'll have the whole evening to watch her, and chat with her and the others about trivia or world affairs or whatever the mood brings. You just want to be with them, the rest is extra.

“If we were about to be late, I wouldn't look like this,” Hyunjin chuckles, hugging the younger one around the waist. “Don't worry.”

“Leave though,” Jeongin urges you. “And have a great time, ok?”

“Okay, Innie-yah, you'll be rid of us soon,” Hyunjin rolls her eyes, “and you'll have Jisung all to yourself.”

“Yikes,” says Jeongin with her arms crossed.

“Hey!”

Jisung's offended cry melts as Jeongin turns to her, kisses her cheek, and then walks into the apartment.

“Oh, oh. Yeah. Go ahead,” Jisung gives a thumbs up, and retreats. “Innie-yah, what are your plans? Are you going back to the dorm or are you staying?” You can still hear her hopeful echo.

Felicity rattles her keychain, with all its decorations. “Then let's go on a date!”

You click your heels together like you're Dorothy. Sadly, that won't magically get you all to the restaurant entrance. You have to get there on your two feet, the shoes feeling like stones tied to them. But you'll get used to it. You break them in, as Minhee would say, who has a penchant for breaking in high heels and other shoes. And as you break them in, you'll hold Felicity's soft little hand.

///

Once again, Chaebin has found a comfortable place. She had booked a table on the terrace. The golden glow of the light bulbs hanging above the tables is like stars stolen from the sky. The smell of meat frying on rich fat spreads. Clinking cutlery duets with the soft jazz that emanates from the space inside.

Stretching your neck, you search for a beautiful woman at a nearly empty table. It's not hard to spot a bored goddess among the many chattering table companions, playing with the rim of her wine glass and occasionally sighing deeply. What a sign.

The fact that your boots are taller doesn't save you from the sensation of falling. In fact, it makes you fall deeper into the heat of love.

Hyunjin doesn't need to signal that you have a reservation, because Chaebin waves vigorously as soon as she spots you. Boredom melts off her face instantly, and she slaps the surface of the table with a wide grin, signalling, come here, please. She's always hungry and eager after a workout, but for now, she's only got the glass of wine in front of her.

“Have you ordered yet, wifey?” Hyunjin asks, taking a seat next to her. She rests her hand on the back of the seat and slides her legs over her thigh, and as you sit down you see the nose of her shoe brushing Chaebin's black denim-clad calf. Felicity sits next to you, facing them.

“Nothing on the menu was as desirable as you,” Chaebin says with a grin. “Thank you for spending the evening with me.”

“C'mon, unnie,” Felicity snorts, reaching for the menu. “It's our pleasure.”

You try to find a comfortable position on the cushioned chair, while not taking your eyes off Chaebin.

She's like a spark of optimism. When you look at her, the world is a better place. And it's also so good to look at her: her simple, pink T-shirt, the way the soft, warm crocheted cardigan wraps around her arms and makes it look big compared to the wearer, hiding what muscles are really straining underneath; her hair falling freely; her sweet smile, her face glowing with life; the fading traces of love marks peeking out from under her shirt, around her collarbone.

“You planning on getting down on your knees again?” Hyunjin's innocent-sounding but devastating question interrupts the long moment you spend staring at Chaebin. You blink slowly, as if waking from a dream, but the flush is creeping rapidly up your skin, covering your face in a hot wave.

“Excuse me, but what?” Chaebin elbows on the table and leans closer to you, eager for you to share anything and everything. Those beautiful, sparkling eyes of hers now look only at you, and you would never do anything to make that light fade or die. You want it to shine always. And you know that Chaebin would never judge you for what happened in the hallway, nor would she laugh derisively, so you're not afraid to open up to her.

You adjust the tablecloth with a faint smile. “I helped your wife put on her shoes. But you know her: she overdramatizes everything.”

Chaebin laughs. Hyunjin raises an eyebrow. The laughter turns into a throat clearing. “The secret of our long marriage is that I don't blame her for her mistakes,” Chaebin announces with a serious expression, as if she's truly married to Hyunjin. Then she leans closer, intimately. “Another secret of our marriage is that it is open. Surprisingly open. So... Do you have plans for me too?”

You have many, many plans for this beautiful woman. So many, in fact, that they'll last you a lifetime. Even though you open your mouth, you can't make a sound. Felicity beats you to it.

“You're right,” she says. She holds the menu so high that Chaebin can only see the top of her head, not the conspirational wink she gives you.

Your blonde lover seems eager to help you with your plan.

“Really?” Chaebin tilts her head to the side. Hyunjin's interest is also piqued, her eyes narrowing slightly, as if she could see into you with a squint, reading all your secrets like a cat. She learned this willingly and surely from Minhee. Or from one of your girlfriend's cats, the point is the same.

“You'll see,” you promise. “Today.”

“I can't wait, darling.”

A waiter approaches your table. You feel it's time to follow Felicity's example and take the menu to study it closely. Of course, you won't be able to do so as thoroughly as you have just immersed yourself in the beauty of Chaebin.

///

While Hyunjin and Chaebin are in the bathroom, Felicity reapplies her lip gloss. She parts her lips and watches her movements in her tiny handheld mirror, tracing the path of the pink glittering brush.

“How do you want to do it?” she asks as she closes the mirror with a flick and drops the make-up product into her bag.

Since she went on your shoe-finding tour with you, persistent and supportive, there's no reason to hide it from her. You share your plan with her, and she nods as she listens.

“I'll take Hyune up to the apartment. We won't disturb you.”

You blink in dismay. How can your lovers bother you when you're with one of them?

“This will be an intimate moment,” she explains. “And I feel it should be a moment for the two of you.” She gives you a committed look.

“As you wish, Lissy.”

Hyunjin returns. She picks up her small bag from the chair and props her chair up expectantly. As the three of you leave the table, Chaebin is stuffing the bill into the pocket of her sweater, holding the rest of the leftover boxes with her other hand.

“If you don't mind, we'll take you home to our place, pretty,” Felicity purrs to her, stroking Chaebin's side.

She doesn't mind.

You step up to help with the boxes. For the first time, you stand side by side with your black boots creating an even greater height difference between you. It's enjoyable, very much so.

“New shoes?” A look of surprise crosses her face.

“Do you like it?”

Chaebin nods in agreement, and you all make your way towards the exit.

///

Felicity easily manages to leave you and Chaebin behind. In fact, before she switches to a faster pace, she takes the boxes from both of you, while also dragging Hyunjin away, who has been whispering in Chaebin's ear with enthusiasm, making your girlfriend giggle sweetly. When Chaebin wants to hurry after them because she probably suspects gossip in the air, you speak up.

“Binnie, wait. I owe you a confession.”

The door slams shut behind Felicity and Hyunjin. It's just the two of you on the sidewalk, drenched in the streetlights.

“Oh, all right.”

Your girlfriend grins and doesn't move. You step in front of her, the nose of your boots kissing the nose of her shoes.

Chaebin must turn her head all the way up to look you in the eye. And oh dear– her eyes. So shiny. Maybe while you were walking under the open sky, stardust fell into it. Or an entire, endlessly glowing galaxy. In fact, there might be a whole galaxy hiding inside her body: strong muscles, bright emotions and a sweet laugh vibrating through the cosmos.

Woe to you. You want so badly to sweep her off her feet with your black boots that you let her pull the rug out from under you with her mere existence.

“I bought these shoes for you. To see you like this.”

She frowns.

“So,” you stroke her face with your free hand, “from this height. You're even more beautiful from here.”

“Excuse me, but we're talking about a few centimetres,” Chaebin's face flushes red, but she doesn't pull away.

“A few centimetres can do wonders. I see you differently. You're still fabulous, by the way.”

A giggle comes out of her. A soft, sweet voice that dispels the evening darkness and makes the world a few shades more beautiful. “Okay, I like how a little height makes you so confident.” She puts her hand on your waist and pulls you closer. “Keep going.”

You both know that if Chaebin wanted to, she could easily throw you over her shoulder like a rag doll. How tall you are or what the heel of your shoe looks like doesn't change the fact that she trains her body on a daily basis. That little detail aside; Chaebin isn't the kind of girl who just throws her partners around, and you can flirt with her in a way that makes her knees go weak and heat pour into every single one of her cells.

“Do you know why Hyunjin always wants to kiss you?”

“Ah, it's an eternal secret. Maybe I accidentally gave her a love potio–” Your finger slides over Chaebin's lips and she falls silent.

“From this height, your mouth is plumper. Even more kissable.”

“Hey... You talk as if I were irresistible,” she murmurs to your fingertip. The skin tingles where her lips touch it.

“Because that's the way it is. You,” a soft kiss to her forehead, “are,” a kiss to her nose, “irresistible,” then to her cheek.

“Come on, you giant. Give me a proper kiss.”

Your fingers slide down her neck, your tongue in her mouth. The taste of wine mingles with love, and you're drugged. You almost drop your own presence of mind. Chaebin embraces you, pulling you close. She holds you. When your hand slips between the locks of her silky hair, she groans. The sound has the same effect on you as when you hear her laugh. Her heart murmurs a ragged confession against your chest, and yours responds in a similar rhythm.

You don't know how long you stand like this, lost in each other.

You know you could do this forever, here or elsewhere.

Anywhere.

“I really like your black boots, darling,” notes Chaebin, panting. “If you feel like it, wear them on our next date.”

“I'll think about it.”

You walk to the door of the building. Your black boots proudly knocking with every step.

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