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THE WAY I GASPED

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"people think i'm big but i'm small" 2 apples tall really

© harleyoquinn92

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aren't we? ・l.f.

💿 — felix who truly believes that you were the one who gave him all these freckles in a past life—especially the heart-shaped one.

🔭 — paring・felix x gn!reader // genres・fluff, established relationships // words・687 // warnings・felix is so sweet and sappy, if you don't like rambles or tooth-rotting fluff than you won't like this

a/n・i just can't let go of the idea that lee felix would find your soul in every lifetime! also i stole this from my short story collection that i'm working to publish because it was felix coded and i also just needed to get something out there for y'all i hope you like it my loves!!!

Felix was the part in your story, always imagined but never written down. 

And in the same way an author takes up a pen, he held his hands before you, and with quiet serenity, he swore—please, unravel your heart before me. I promise, you will never have to fantasize again—without paper or quill, he breathed all your dreams to life.

Even after four years, he continues to do so.

Felix's arms are hot around you, warm hands spread across the small of your back as he pulls you closer to him. He's kissing you, hips spreading your thighs apart from where you sit perched atop the counter's edge. The fudgy scent of brownie batter lingers in the air, wafting from a long-forgotten oven. Felix promised he would pull the brownies out after just one more kiss.

But we both know how well that went.

"Did you forget about the brownies?" Your smile must be contagious, 'cause as soon as it blossoms upon your cheeks, you have already infected him—his spreading bigger and brighter than yours.

"Brownies? What brownies? Were we cooking brownies?" he jokes, thumbs brushing patterns on your exposed back.

In the moment between lifting your gaze to admire his star-struck cheeks and now, you have taken notice of an intriguing-shaped freckle just underneath his lash line, honey-brown and cordate.

Suddenly, you lift a finger to brush the soft skin of his under-eye. First, Felix is confused. Then, as your eyes brighten with both intrigue and awe, he loses any hope of thought at all. A subtle purse in your lips tells him of your deep concentration.

He can't help the amused breath he puffs from his nose.

"What?" he whispers, eyes glazed with admiration.

"You have a heart-shaped freckle." The realization dawns on you with a soft gasp—something so simple, yet so profound. It felt so perfectly Felix.

Mindlessly, he brings his hand up to touch the mark. "Yeah, I guess I do."

"You know, your past lover must have adored your cheeks."

His fingers never cease their exploration upon your bare back. "Do you adore my cheeks?"

You let out an involuntary laugh. "Well, of course I do, but we aren't talking about me."

His eyes turn into crescent moons as he tilts his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Aren't we?"

For a moment, the room feels smaller, quieter, the air thick with emotion. It takes you a minute to discern his words, shifting through the meaning before it all clicks.

You gasp, the weight of his words sitting like a star in your chest. "Are you saying I was your past love?"

"I mean, if the shoe fits." His lips tilt up, and the pad of his thumb finds its way across your own cheek.

He leans in closer, lips brushing against yours as he whispers, with enough sincerity to make gardens blossom in your heart, "there's a freckle for every world I have called you mine."

It all hits you right then—the depth in which you feel for him. It's dizzying, disorienting in the best of ways. You hold love itself in between your palms. It's enough to bring tears to your eyes, slipping into your sealed lips and dripping down to your chin.

Thousands of years ago, his lover whispered the stars on his skin, for now, pressed upon his cheeks will be their story, etched into the very person in which it was born.

This is just a chapter, and maybe a million years into the future you'll be here again, sharing kisses and cherry chapstick until the brownies burn. He'd hold you here forever, over and over, until time slipped past the universe's grip and his book shuts.

Felix can't help but chuckle at the complexity of his thoughts, and when you look back up at him with those big, bright eyes, it all snaps back into perspective. It was all quite simple, really.

He laces his fingers into your hair, leaning forward to seal your lips together once more.

If Felix got to choose his story, every chapter would be filled with you.

loosely based off this fic here by @luvtak! go check it out it's literally the best fic i've ever read!!

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When two best friends move in together ★ Hwang Hyunjin

જ⁀➴ contains: fluff, slice of life, angst, friends with benefits, Hyunjin x afab!fem!reader, Hyunjin is bisexual.

- disclaimer: probably a 5 parts shot but maybe less depending on how many words I'll add in each post! this is inspired by a plot I saw somewhere!

Y/S = your surname.

- warnings: mentions of sex.

MINORS DNI.

enjoy <3

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Your eyes open slowly as soft sunlight creeps through the blinds of the window. The mattress underneath is unfamiliar, but the warmth from the body behind you well known by your senses. Hyunjin's arm hangs heavy around your waist, a clear sign of his deep in sleep state, and you try to move just slightly so you don't disturb him. He hums softly, snuggling closer until his nose buries behind your neck and he inhales the scent, murmuring something indecipherable before he softly snores again. You feel like chuckling, but move again to get rid of his arm and go make some breakfast.

"No." He protests, squeezing you harder against himself. His voice is husky, which always makes you flush.

"Hyun, we gotta get ready to have lunch with my mom."

"I bet it's still like 7 am." He is right, because you reach for your phone under the pillow and see it is indeed early.

"Yeah, but we need to store our stuff!" You remember, this time actually moving to sit up and making his arm fall. "Come on."

"What's wrong with those boxes..." He finally opens his eyes, looking at you all pouty.

"Well, this is my new room and at least this one I'll organize. I won't just let my stuff in boxes forever." You pull the blanket away from his body, revealing too much skin but this is just normal between you, sleeping naked after a heated night.

"You're kicking me out?" He sits up too, resting his head on your shoulder. You giggle.

"To your room."

"Nah, I promised I'd help you with your room too." He suddenly looks wide awake, standing up and pulling you together. "But we need breakfast first. I'll die without it."

"I never intended on skipping it." You follow him out of the room that has only a mattress on the floor. You also have a desk, a dresser and a closet, but they're still empty.

Crossing the living room towards the kitchen, you spot your studying chair in one corner, but that's something to mind later. Hyunjin readily starts to fuzz with the boxes over the counter, looking for one he brought from his old apartment that has 'kitchen crap' written on it. You roll your eyes, so typical of him to wanna look like a bad boy but failing miserably with his careful, beautiful handwriting. It gets even more obvious that he's a gentleman when the box hangs open with everything placed kindly inside.

"Pancakes? Mixed eggs with toasts? Something quick." He asks, already turning the stove on and putting a kettle to boil.

"Pancake is fine." You decide, approaching him. "You're not gonna let me help?"

"It's our first morning in our apartment. Let me be the bestie you deserve, hm?" He winks, and that makes you look away for some reason. It's normal, walking around naked with him, cooking together, chatting lightly about anything, but it weights a little different to be living together, actually waking up under the same roof every day, splitting bills and everything like you're more than what you are.

Everyone always jokes around about your situationship - friends, family, coworkers even. While only just a few close friends know you're actually really intimate, everyone seems to think you're too close to just friends. But, well, to you and Hyunjin it's always been obvious that you really just care deeply about each other, childhood friends who grew up never separate and eventually became physically attracted too. Moving in together seemed like the right decision to make, since now everything will be cheaper and you'll get to live in a closer neighborhood from your work places. It felt only natural, nothing weird to it.

"Don't burn my pancakes or I'll purposely toss your colorful socks with the white ones in the washing machine." You threaten, making Hyunjin laugh as he thinks about this new fact: you'll wash each other's clothes from now on.

"I don't think I'll let my laundry basket anywhere, then."

"Is that you saying you'll burn the pancakes?" You raise a brow.

"Possibly." He smirks.

But he doesn't burn them. Instead, he swiftly moves through his boxes and make you a beautiful pile of pancakes with syrup and a bit of melted cheese on top. He joins you eventually, brewed coffee just like you like it, while he pours milk for himself and you remember you brought cinnamon from your old place to give him - he just loves coffee, milk and cinnamon together and you know it. You know him better than anyone else.

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Morning passes by in a mess of unboxing clothes, decorations and beauty products as you and Hyunjin try to put as much as possible in place before you need to get ready for lunch. There's still a lot left, but at least the living room looks more decent now, and just as you announce you'll be taking a shower, your phone buzzes with a sequence of texts. Hyunjin who's close to your phone reads the text via lock screen and his brows draw together in a weird expression. You get up from the floor to reach for your phone to read it and he's quick to ask.

"Who's Kang?" His tone is light, but there's just something in his face.

"A guy from work." You answer casually. "He invited me to drink tonight."

"It's a date?" It's normal to ask.

"No? I guess? I don't know, really." You're honest to answer, Kang and you have been good coworkers to each other and he never really seemed flirty.

"Hm. Nice." He comments while he adjusts the big living room mirror for the millionth time. "This mirror just never seems to be straight."

"It is." You say convictedly, measuring its position by eye.

"You sure?"

"Yes."

He hums again, finally sitting a bit to rest when you start heading to the bathroom, but his voice stops you.

"Do you know what time you'll come home?" His tone is casual, or at least he tries to sound that way, but his face is still weird.

"Not yet. Why?"

"I thought we were gonna debut my bed this time."

You try not to but you blush, giggling even though it's a regular thing between you two - flirt around and never back away from good sex.

"If I'm not too tired, we sure will." You wink before vanishing into the bathroom, Hyunjin winks back before you do.

After some time refreshing yourself, you get rolled in a robe to get your hair and makeup done, aiming at something simple yet shiny because you'll be going out with someone from work later. While you're in the living room at it, using that big mirror to apply makeup, your friend calls you from the bathroom. You enter, nothing unusual about seeing his naked figure behind the glass box.

"I'm here."

"Can you get me my wine red shirt?" He asks nicely while washing his hair.

"That one that makes you look like a playboy?" You smirk.

"Idiot." He giggles. "I look more like a smart professor."

"No. You look like you're absolutely about to play down some hearts around the city."

"It's literally a formal shirt, Y/N!" Hyunjin whines, you find it amusing.

"You always wear it with three buttons open." You retort.

"It looks sexy! A smart sexy professor."

"You're a playboy professor."

"I never hooked up with a student." He teases back but he also sounds serious. Hyunjin would never do that and you know it.

"Doesn't matter when you've fucked almost every hot professor you work with."

"You're blaming me!? You know I'm never the type to flirt first."

"Yeah, whatever." You roll your eyes. "Just the shirt?"

"Yes, please." He still laughs.

"Make sure you close all buttons this time. It's my mom."

"I can behave for you." He says softly, just like he knows you like it.

You leave the bathroom before the heat between your legs increases, headed to his mess of a bedroom. While your bedroom is still mostly empty, Hyunjin's is a whole chaos of tossed boxes and some spread clothes. There are socks and shirts on the couch, perfumes and moisturizers on the studies desk and other items here and there, most of the boxes are already open too. It's been a day since you brought everything to the apartment, but he's made sure to mess with the whole room before even tidying it up first. You laugh at the image, especially because you know he's very careful with his stuff but moving in always stressed him out.

You open his closet, look around the few hanging there and don't find the wine color shirt. His bed, also a mess of piled up clothes since he readily came to your mattress on the first night. Smart ass. You look at it with a huff, rummaging through the huge pile until you finally find it, but just as you're about to turn around and go back to Hyunjin, something gets your eye. It's small, delicate, almost invisible, but you caught it. Inside the half open drawer, a velvety box, there's no mistaking when your curiosity gets the best of you and you slip it out, holding it to see up close. You shouldn't but you open it, mouth going dry and heart hammering so hard against your ribs you think you'll faint at the image in front of you: a ring, silver made, with an oval shaped ruby encrusted on it.

All the worst scenarios come to your head in the same instant because why would a ring this beautiful be under Hyunjin's belongings? Is he... seeing someone? Is he getting married? Is he going to ask someone out? What is it? You don't know everything about him. You know most of it, most of his life and tastes, but do you really know every single person he knows?

Worst of all: why does it even bother you? Is it because it's a secret he didn't tell you about? Or is it about the possibility of seeing your best friend, the same one you fuck and sleep with, with someone else? It ain't normal to feel your heart beat this fast and painfully. Just the image of Hyunjin kneeling in front of someone else is disturbing...

"Found the shirt?" His voice shouts, making you close the small box in a thud and flush it into the same spot it was.

You hurry up to the bathroom, not even bothering to say anything and just letting the shirt on the cabinet, trying to get ready calmly but you can't fool yourself. You barely even focus on your eyeliner, imagining him bringing someone else home, sleeping with them under the same roof you got together, saying sweet nothings to them in the morning while you get into the kitchen to have your breakfast and- why are you thinking so ahead? It could be a ring for himself, for God's sake! It could be his mom's, could be a gift for someone he likes, shouldn't really mean anything romantic. You can't assume things so fast.

But you can't help it. And you hate it when he enters the room in that damn wine shirt with his whole skin glowing from the recent shower, hair still damped smelling like anise and plump lips with a little smile.

"I never saw you mess with your eyeliner before." He says that so cockily it makes you wanna punch him.

Glancing at the mirror, you see the abstract drawing you've made on the right eye.

"Yeah. Guess I'm stressed about all these boxes and mess." You lie but it's a good one he will buy.

"We will get all this fixed tomorrow." He says optimistically. "I promise."

"If you let me get up earlier tomorrow!" You retort.

"Don't I always?" He crosses his arms.

"Do I need to answer?"

His chuckle fills the living room, but the turmoil inside your head makes it go unnoticed and all your focus turns into fixing the makeup, like it could somehow ease the distress you're in.

Soon enough you're both headed to the restaurant, this time you're the driver and Hyunjin spends the whole ride texting someone on his phone. Every little reaction he has catches your attention, the little smiles, the soft hums, quiet giggles. You're not dumb, you're sure he's talking to someone he likes and that makes you grip at the wheel tightly for some reason you refuse to acknowledge.

Your mother's sitting in a reserved corner, watching the window when you approach. She smiles happily when she sees you two and lunch quickly pours with conversations about how your new life with Hyunjin as a roommate will work. More than a roommate, it's a whole damn house you'll have to maintain and miss Y/S couldn't be happier it's him you're living with.

"My dream is that you'll marry someday." She said at some point and it was something she's said a million times ever since your teenage years. But this time, only this time, it actually made you choke on your breath, food suddenly shaking in your stomach.

They furrow their brows as you cough, Hyunjin even taps your back, but none of them seem to understand the depth of her words, not when you've always taken it lightly before. It's the fucking ring. It's making you all fuzzy, making you reconsider if living together was really something smart or necessary. You don't know if you want to see him married. You don't know if you want him engaged. But you know this is selfish, Hyunjin always has everyone on their knees for him; he's gorgeous, attentive, romantic, fucks like an expert, cooks well and is a college art professor. He has all the qualities a man or a woman could search for in a partner and the fact you notice it now makes you want to puke.

So after lunch you decide to go for a walk, all alone, watching happy people spending their Thursday in the park with their loved ones, some alone like yourself. It's peaceful, but it's not enough to bring you some quietness. You text Kang, asking if he could perhaps advance the encounter. You know what you're doing right now.

You don't have feelings for Hyunjin... You don't. You're sure of it. Not like this. It's probably the effect of moving in together and the distress of constant unpacking and storing in the past days. It's probably just your heart being confused by all the concerns you have at the moment. It's not serious. And Kang will prove it to you after he gives you a damn good kiss at the club.

It is a date after all.

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Two things that rile the boys up in bed, and one thing that makes them want to get you in bed…

Hyung Line / Maknae Line

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warnings: SMUT, fem!reader intended, minors or ageless blogs don’t interact– the following warnings belong to their respective member: overstimulation, things that need TRUST (sensory deprivation), edging, semi-public, spitting, general filth

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Han Jisung

Overstimulation (Receiving)

Han’s favorite place is on his back while you drive him absolutely insane above you. His eyes are low and lazy, but his voice gives him away completely. His broken whimpers show just how many times he’s cum, and you’re still going. A ring of white is at the base of his dick from both of you, and he still won’t let you stop. He wants you to use him to completion every time, even if that means his back is arching and his face is contorted in painful pleasure. He’ll never understand why he loves overstimulation so much, but every time you refuse to stop after he’s filled you up once or even twice, he thinks he could live his life right here under you.

Body Worship (Giving)

With the theme of using him for your pleasure, he’s a big fan of showing you just how much he wants you to. Han could be kissing up and down your body for hours, listening and obeying every word you say, just to show his love. His hands are everywhere, and each flaw you think is there, he kisses and bites into extinction. And if he hears one bad word about your body from you, he’ll lie you down right there and prove to you how much he needs you.

After a Shower

When you exit the shower, towel wrapped around you and hair still dripping, he falls in love all over again. He’s so insanely drawn to you normally, but seeing you after you’ve taken a hot shower, taking care of yourself, he’s hard in a moment. Han can’t help the attraction he feels to you, freshly clean, and all he wants to do is dirty you up again. Maybe you can take the next shower with him.

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Felix

Morning Sex

Felix’s motto is that mornings are for soft, sweet moments. He can’t help the fact that you turn him on just by being his. He’ll snuggle the covers up around both of your bodies while simultaneously spreading your legs and getting between them. He thinks you look so beautiful with the sun peeking through the blinds. Felix is a lover, and he wants you to wake up every morning and go to bed every night knowing it. 

Sensory Deprivation 

However, nighttime is a different experience with your boyfriend. Any kind of deprivation turns him on to the max without fail. It doesn’t matter if it’s on you or him, but when a blindfold or headphones are used, he goes insane. He’d slip the blindfold onto you and whisper little compliments in your ear with his seductive voice. The fact that you don’t know where he’ll be next excites him; he wants to be spontaneous. 

“I could give you what you want, but I guess you won’t be knowing that until I do it, huh?”

Acts of Service 

It could be as simple as making him a sandwich or packing his dance practice bag. Once he sees you do something you know you did so, his life would be easier; he just wants to take you to bed at that moment and be between your legs for as long as possible. His schedule is hectic, and the fact that you notice and actively work to make it better makes him want to give you everything.

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Seungmin

Edging

Seungmin himself didn’t know he liked edging until he met you. He was interested in just satisfying you at first, but then he realized that when he denied you, you whined and begged so pretty for him. He couldn’t resist! From then on, it’s been at least one denied orgasm a session, and he loves it. His favorite part is right when you realize he’s stopped. You squeeze your eyes shut and give him a frustrated whine. He kisses you while it dies down and then starts the whole process over again. Evil little demon.

Semi-Public (hear me out)

He likes treating you to clothes every now and then, as a token of his appreciation. What? He’s definitely not going to say it. However, when you find yourself in the dressing room trying on different sundresses, he’s quick to get greedy. It’ll start with a quick kiss and a, “Just look so pretty, baby,” and next thing you know, you’re on all fours on the dressing room bench. This is why he likes the privacy of luxury dressing rooms.

A Little Sass

He’s similar to Lee Know in that he likes to put you in your place a little bit. You could just be poking fun at him, causing problems, and general brat behavior. He’ll smile and raise his eyebrows at you, but you both know you’re in for it when you get home. It’s never about “embarrassing” him or anything; he just loves that you can spit fire right back at him. Loves it so much that he’ll ask you to say it again while he’s got your mouth full of cock. 

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Jeongin

Mirror Sex

Usually, mirror sex is about you watching yourself be ruined. While Jeongin can get behind that, he’s really drawn to the idea of being able to see both your face and your pussy as he ruins you from the inside out. That way, if your head starts to hang down or you close your eyes, he can see and pull your head back up by your hair. He wants you to see what he sees, and he knows you look pretty. Will definitely do it in front of a floor mirror, not one of those ceiling ones. He wants to see that arch.

Spitting

He was very cautious about introducing the idea of spitting to you. He knows that it could be seen as gross, and you liked your space, so eventually he made an effort to forget about it. But one night, he was ramming into you, and your legs were over his shoulders. You two were involved in a messy kiss, and he found himself grabbing your jaw harshly and pulling back. What surprised him was your tongue rolling out of your mouth like it was a habit. A sexy grin immediately adorned his face as he spat right on your outstretched tongue. You fell apart almost directly after that, and that’s when he knew you were his forever. 

Providing

Being seen as the baby of the group wasn’t his favorite part of being in Stray Kids. Especially as he grew older, he acted like a man and knew it. So, when you two started dating and you treated him like a man, not a child, he felt respected. This led to a lot of cooking for you, buying clothes or even your groceries for you, and carrying you to bed when you were too tired. Providing for you and being a man for you made him want to treat you in every way possible. (Especially with his tongue.)

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This one was funnn, I'm slowly getting less embarrassed so I hope you enjoyed this one!

General taglist: @seunghyoverse

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hii i hope youre having a great day!

i just read your 9th member angst au where the reader makes gifts for the boys, and was wondering if you could write a part 2? i love a good angst fic but my heart needs closure 😭😭

love your work!

-S

When Your Love is Too Much |Pt 2

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You weren’t there the next morning.

But no one noticed.

The sun had already risen high, casting sharp lines of light across the dorm's wooden floors. The A/C buzzed faintly in the background, and a gentle breeze made the curtains sway, brushing against the window panes like fingers trying to shake someone awake. The apartment smelled like sleep and coffee and burnt toast- all the usual signs of a typical day beginning. But something was different.

Something was missing.

Felix was the first to trudge into the kitchen. His hair was a sleepy mess, and his hoodie sleeves dragged over his palms as he rubbed his eyes. He grabbed a loaf of bread with a low groan, tossing in slices like muscle memory. Predictably, he burned the first round. The acrid smell filled the room.

Chan appeared next, still in pajama pants and nursing a chipped mug of lukewarm coffee. His eyes were glued to his phone screen as he navigated a flurry of texts from staff. The usual groan escaped his throat as he read through corrections to an unfinished track.

Jisung stumbled in shortly after, snatching the last banana from the fruit bowl.

"Dude, seriously? That was mine," Seungmin said without looking up from his phone, already perched at the counter.

"I called dibs in my head," Jisung replied, taking a giant bite.

Someone laughed. Another muttered a complaint about the lack of hot water in the shower. Feet shuffled, voices rose and fell. The dorm carried its normal rhythm: chaotic, sluggish, familiar.

"Y/N, did you want anything from the convenience store?" Jeongin called as he grabbed his wallet off the counter.

No answer.

No footsteps down the hall. No sassy retort. No yawned-out complaint about having to get out of bed.

But no one paused.

No one turned.

They just assumed.

You were still in bed. Or already at the company. Or holed up in a practice room. You always floated around. You filled in the gaps before they even noticed they were there.

You were reliable. Predictable. Present.

And that was the problem.

You were so tightly interwoven into their world that they mistook you for part of the backdrop. A given. Like the hum of the fridge or the ticking of a clock. Comforting, constant, and taken for granted.

So when you weren’t there, it didn’t register as an absence.

Not yet.

They didn’t notice your mug wasn’t in the sink.

They didn’t notice the bathroom counter was cleared of your toiletries.

They didn’t notice your favorite hoodie wasn’t on its usual hook.

Because they didn’t look.

Because they didn’t think to.

Because they were used to you being there. Always. Silently. In the background.

They had gotten so used to your presence they didn't think to seek it.

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The boys had been split up all day, trying their best to tackle as many things as they could. Some worked on choreo, others on the social media videos, the rest in the studio. Those who had managed to finish their task met up in the break room.

It was already occupied with a girl group- still glowing from their successful international tour- lounging near the vending machines, unwrapping colorful gift bags, completely oblivious to the presence of the guys.

"She remembered I love panda gummies. I mentioned it once during a water break," one of them said, holding up her bag like a trophy.

Another pulled out a carefully folded note. "She complimented my stage outfit from showcase week and even referenced the detail I added to the cuffs. I didn't even think anyone would notice."

One girl blinked at her reflection in a new compact mirror. "She got me a charm to match the bracelet I wear on my lives. I had thought it looked bare and this is the perfect thing!"

They giggled, voices high with affection and disbelief.

"Y/N is just... unreal," another added, cradling a bag of imported lemon cookies. "She remembered I was nervous about our comeback and texted me that morning. And when I got to my dressing room I saw she had gotten me my favorite snack from back home. I cried."

"I swear I'll have to like marry her to steal her away from the guys."

"Our honorary member."

"Everyone's honorary members. Chan-Sunbaenim is so lucky his group got her."

Nearby, the boys were scattered around the couches, half-listening. Jisung pouted. "I want a bag...must be a feminism thing."

"Favoritsm." Seungmin countered without missing a beat.

"Looks like she only gives them to girls though."

"Shes given them to Enhypen on numerous occasions." Felix chimes in. "I'm pretty sure that's why she's so close with them."

"Maybe she just hates us." Jisung said jokingly with a fake pout and a clutch to his heart. 

Felix chuckled. "Nah, she’s just like that. Remembers everything. Makes people feel seen."

Seungmin looked up from his phone. "Still...something small would be nice you know. Maybe even like a pack of gum or something stupid like that." He mumbled.

Chan who had been sitting there quietly opened his mouth to speak, then paused. Something nagged at the back of his mind. A memory, just out of reach.

But he said nothing. Let the thought go and the conversation move on.

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Evening draped itself over the city in a heavy hush.

The practice room lights were dimmed. Their coach had given them a rare break, sensing the breaking point of their exhaustion in their bones. They had the space to themselves- no schedules, no drills. Just time.

But none of them could focus.

Jisung lay sprawled on the floor, munching on snacks, littering the wrappers over the studio floor telling an irritated Seungmin he'd toss them away later. Chan flipped through his notes aimlessly. Felix scrolled on his phone, expression blank. Hyunjin sat in the corner with his eyes closed, head resting against the wall.

Jeongin paced in a small circle before flopping onto a mat.  "Y/N-ie do you watch to learn a TikTok dance with me?" He asked, turning to you.

Except you weren't there.

"Huh?" Jeongin said sitting up. "Hyungs where did Y/N-ah go?"

All the boys looked around.

"Maybe the bathroom?" Changbin said, getting up to peek his head out the hallway. 

"Now that I think about it, Y/N wasn’t at vocal drills," Hyunjin murmured. "We harmonize together at one point but now that I think about it I was solo in there."

"Or choreography check-ins," Minho added. "She's the center during the dance break but we didn't even go over that today since we were split."

"She wasn’t in the car this morning either," Felix said. "I assumed she had ridden with someone else..."

Everyone shook their heads.

"I didn't see her at breakfast." Jisung noted.

And slowly, the unease grew claws.

Something was off.

Seungmin stood to throw away Jisung’s snack wrappers, turning to cleaning As he often did when anxiety ridden.

But as he opened the trash bin he froze.

"What the hell..."

He pulled out a crumpled paper bag. Lavender ribbon. Smudged handwriting.

Seungie.

More bags followed.

MinMin. Channie. JeongJeong. Lixxie. Jinnie. Sungie. Binnie.

Each decorated. Each handmade.

"Hyung," Seungmin said, voice strange.

They all gathered.

Hyunjin pulled his open: a sketchpad. On the inside cover a sticky note: "Your solo lines last week gave me chills. Don't beat yourself up about them. You're amazing."

Felix’s bag had a plush chicken wing. Cute. Ridiculous. Perfect.

Jisung pulled out a cowboy stress ball.

Minho found his photo keychain- the one with his cats. Then the one of you two.

Chan found the fountain pen. Cracked. Yet still so sophisticated.

Jeongin unfolded a note. Ink-smudged. Soft handwriting:

"I know things have been hard. Just wanted to say I love you. I’m proud of you. You’re doing better than you think. Love, Y/N-ie."

They stared.

And then it clicked.

Chan was the first to speak.

"Last night. She had these with her. I told her 'not now.' Jisung snapped at her. Minho said to read the room."

Minho looked away. "We were tired. I didn’t mean it like that."

"But you still said it." Jisung whispered. "We still were unkind."

"So she threw them out because of that?" Seungmin said, quietly.

"I would have too," Hyunjin murmured. "She must have felt terrible..."-

Chan opened the group chat. No messages from you since yesterday.

He called. Voicemail.

"Text her," Jeongin said.

They all did.

No reply.

Chan messaged your manager.

The response came fast:

"She asked for a personal day. Said she needed rest-

I assumed you all knew?"

She hadn’t told them.

Because they hadn’t asked.

Because they made her feel like her love was too much. Her presence a burden. Her kindness annoying.

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They went home, arms full of snacks, blankets, and guilt.

Chan held the bag of bags. Jeongin carried your favorite ramen. Hyunjin brought  your favorite drink.

The dorm was quiet.

No shoes.

No hoodie.

No charger.

Chan knocked on your door. "Y/N? We...We wanted to talk. Movie night? Please."

No answer.

Changbin pushed the door open.

Bed made. Fan unplugged. No signs of life.

They searched the whole dorm.

Kitchen.

Bathroom.

Rooftop.

Nothing.

Felix looked at the empty coat hook. "She didn’t come back."

The mug you used every morning was unused- clean. Untouched. No yogurt that you had at least once a day in the trash. Your room spotless. Too spotless.

"She left," Hyunjin said, stunned.

"But to where...?"

No one knew.

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[skz] how they quietly show their love

genre: fluff, hyunjin's has an nsfw moment pairing: ot8 x reader lei's library masterlist!

The different ways in which they show up for you every day - this isn’t grand gestures of love, it’s the reliable comforts that build lasting relationships. 

Chan notices every little thing - whether it’s a new accessory you’re wearing, a change in your drink order, or a difference in your body language. Sometimes he knows what you need before you even do. He might not comment on it, but he’s always watching, always mentally cataloging ways he can love you better. Chan prides himself on taking care of you. For example, he keeps duplicates of your skincare and multiple of your outfits at his house, so you never have to worry about forgetting anything. His house is open to you any time, you don’t even need to let him know you’re coming over. He prefers it when you don’t tell him, actually. It makes him feel like you already live there. Even if he’s busy working, you can always rely on his unwavering stability.

Minho buys everything you need. He doesn’t consider it “spoiling,” per se. “Spoiling” is the lavish gifts he showers you in. This is just providing for you, as any good boyfriend should. When you began dating, you insisted that you had your own money and could pay for yourself. Each time, it was met with a variation of “That’s nice,” and Minho handing over his card. Now, you might as well not even bring your wallet when you go out - it’s not like you’ll use it. At some point, you notice a copy of his card has found its way into your wallet. Minho pretends he has no idea how that happened - “but now that it’s there, you should use it. All the time.” 

Changbin tells everybody that he’s yours. He’ll show you off to anybody listening. He keeps a folder on his phone of his favorite pictures of you. He’ll stare at the pictures when nobody’s around. It’s not his fault he’s so obsessed with you, he just keeps finding new things to brag about. His members almost know more about you than they do about him, with how often he’s talking about you. You’re his favorite subject. When he does actually talk to you instead of about you, he wants to hear everything - your little annoyances throughout the day, your thoughts on the new cafe you tried, and how badly you missed him. He could spend eternity listening to you and never run out of questions. 

Hyunjin says “I love you” like the words give him air. He’ll scream it from the rooftops, sure, but more often than not, you’ll randomly get texts saying I love you. He sends them when he misses you - which is every moment he’s away. He’ll whisper it against your skin. He’ll moan it when he slides in (what who said that). Of course, you return his affection. “I love you” becomes the most common phrase between you. “See you later my love, I love you” / “I’ll pick you up at 8, I love you” / “I love you. I had the worst day.”. Hell will freeze over before he lets you doubt his love. 

Han is never satisfied with just seeing you in person. He has to FaceTime you at least once a day or he might die. Especially if he doesn’t have anything specific to say. He just carries on with his routines, with the added benefit of having you with him. His heart warms from your company. Minho walks by the camera, aware he’s interrupting something, reaches around Han, and ends the call. Just to cause chaos. You’ll get multiple texts immediately after - one from Minho with an evil emoji, mostly from Han apologizing and promising to end Minho. 

Felix constantly needs to be touching you. You’re standing beside him? His arm is draped over your shoulders. Walking somewhere? He’s holding your hand. Sitting by him at a restaurant? His leg is brushing yours. And that’s just in public. In private, he’s casually laying his head on your lap. He’s hugging you from behind as you cook. You do the same when he bakes. His smile lights up the room when he feels your arms around his waist and your head lean against his back. You’re his sunshine, and he always needs to feel his sun’s warmth. 

Seungmin does not treat you differently than his members, on the surface. However, his love for you is obvious to anyone watching your dynamic. He will go out of his way to rile you up. His eyes always flit to you to check if you laugh at his comments. There’s always affection behind his teases, and he’s always smiling when you return it back. Others believe he’s not a fan of PDA, but that’s not necessarily true. He loves affection. He just prefers to keep your more intimate moments for his eyes only. In public, his hand will still find yours. He’ll state compliments like they are universally recognized facts - “Your hair is beautiful today. Is anyone else hungry?” Once one knows how to look, Seungmin’s actions loudly declare his love. 

I.N lets you cuddle against him. Actually, he pouts if he goes too long without it. The definition of “too long” changes all the time, but it’s always seeming to get shorter and shorter. He will purposefully sit near-touching-you-but-not-quite, just to feel you lean into his chest. Once you initiate, like clockwork, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in tighter. Everybody watching was shocked at first. However, as time went on, his behavior became the new normal. Hyunjin forms an “alliance” to let him cuddle the youngest at the same time - he knows I.N would never move away from him if you were there too. 

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LEE KNOW — dominATE london (©minggijuc)

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RANDOM TEXTS WITH BF! JEONGIN (pt.1)

❪ 概要 ❫‎ yang jeongin × fem!reader g. smau/fluff/comedy, established relationship . . . . . cw. kinda suggestive?? idk 10ss.

note. don't mind the timestamps i totally didn't forget about those until i finished xx

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“This Is Me Confessing (For the Fifth Time)”

Bangchan x fem!reader

Context:Reader has a big, not-so-secret crush on Chan, but has no idea he’s been trying (and failing) to confess to her for months. Add oblivious chaos, mutual pining, and soft romantic tension. 💌✨

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You were a walking crush.

At least, according to the rest of Stray Kids.

The way you lit up whenever Bang Chan entered a room, the way you laughed too hard at his dad jokes, and the way you stuttered like a broken mp3 file when he got too close.

You’d been friends with the group for over a year now — Chan introduced you as a mutual from Australia. At some point you became their honorary group chat gremlin, ramen night planner, and occasional heart-thief. Especially for Chan.

Too bad you were convinced he’d never like you back.

You were just the “friend with the cute outfits and loud laugh,” right?

Wrong.

You were so wrong it hurt.

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“Hyung, are you actually trying to confess again today?” Felix asked, plopping down beside Chan on the couch.

Chan groaned into his hoodie. “I’ve tried, like, four times. She doesn’t notice. Ever.”

Han looked up from his ramen. “Didn’t you try to give her your hoodie last week and she said, ‘No thx I already stink’? That was so tragic.”

Chan threw a cushion at him. “She said it with love!”

Seungmin passed by. “Are you sure she doesn’t know? Because she stared at your arms during the last practice like she was trying to hypnotize them.”

Chan flushed. “She probably thinks they’re… funny looking. Or something.”

I.N blinked. “You’re delusional. She’s clearly obsessed with you.”

“Not more than I’m obsessed with her,” Chan mumbled.

“…That’s true,” Changbin muttered, sipping his water.

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Meanwhile, you were panicking on FaceTime with your friend.

“I can’t breathe when I’m around him! He was literally just trying to pass me a water bottle and I dropped it. Then we both reached down at the same time and I HIT MY HEAD ON HIS SHOULDER.”

Your friend blinked. “So basically you had a meet-cute with your crush and then exploded?”

“YES.”

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Later that evening, Chan invited you to hang out at the dorm while the rest of the members were “conveniently” out for the night.

You were too nervous to ask why he was wearing your favorite hoodie of his. Or why he kept looking at you like he wanted to say something but couldn’t.

The tension in the room was so soft it felt breakable.

“Y’know,” Chan said after a while, messing with the strings of his hoodie, “if I told you I liked someone, but I’d tried to confess four times and they didn’t notice… what would you say?”

You looked up from your tea, trying to seem normal despite the way your stomach backflipped.

“I’d say maybe you’re not being clear enough?”

Chan leaned in slightly. “So… if I told her that I liked her laugh? That her voice calms me down after hard days? That I keep replaying the way she says my name in my head like it’s a song—would that be clear?”

Your heart stopped.

“Chan—”

“That’s still too vague?” he teased, smiling nervously. “Okay. What if I told her that I’ve liked her since she fell asleep during our movie night and drooled on my hoodie—”

“Chan…—”

“—and I’ve been trying to tell her, but she’s too busy thinking I don’t like her back?”

You stared at him, wide-eyed. “Wait. You mean me?”

He blinked. “Oh thank God.”

You gaped. “I thought you were—like—just being sweet! You’re sweet to everyone!”

“I’m not sweet to everyone the way I’m sweet to you,” he said, scooting closer. “I’m not just buying extra snacks or writing little notes for everyone. Just you.”

Your chest felt like it was going to burst.

“I’ve had a crush on you for so long,” you breathed. “I thought I was being so subtle.”

“You were about as subtle as a flashing neon sign,” he grinned. “Just like me.”

There was a pause.

Then, softly, he asked, “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded before your brain even caught up. “Please.”

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It wasn’t fireworks or dramatic music.

It was better.

It was warm and slow and real — like all the tension of months just melted between your lips. Like you were finally letting go of every doubt you ever had.

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puppy; Lee Felix

- disclaimers: this won't have many parts but I'm afraid it might be a little long, like around 3/4 parts! inspired by a song I heard, Puppy by Sam Short.

- TW: toxic relationships, family issues.

- warnings: weed, mentions of pegging, sub!felix.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

જ⁀➴ contains: felix x afab!reader, smut, angst, bit of fluff, felix is really insecure, felix is the sweetest in the world until he gets really mad, mentions of past traumas, y/n is a jerk! HOPE YOU LIKE IT.

enjoy! <3

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Felix knew what he was getting himself into when he agreed to be your fucktoy. That was the precise word you used; no softness, no sugarcoating, just the blatant truth of what you expected of him since the very beginning. He knew.

You were never really friends, not close enough to ruin something you had by starting to sleep together and casually spending time, specially sex time. He was one of Chan's close friends, you were Chan's best friend. It was always just 'hi' and silly conversations filled with laughter in small parties and group encounters, so it was perfect. He attracted you, you attracted him. He was so shiny, so sweet, there was just this kindness on him that made everybody - everybody - love him.

It was perfect from the start, how his body molded with yours in an almost rehearsed dance, how he'd let you lead it all the way, how he'd beg you for more, to allow him to touch you, plead for you to move your head away when he was almost cumming in your mouth, tracing soft paths with his velvety fingertips on your skin, swallowing your juices every time, never overstepping your rules. At this point, you are pretty sure his whines are the best sounds in the world.

And it is just that. The pure bliss of good sex, even if 'good' doesn't even begin to describe how it is.

Both of you know where you stand, or at least where you're supposed to.

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Felix was panting, a soft smile plastered on his lips, one of tiredness and spent, while he looked at the ceiling of his bedroom, casted in a mix of blue and purple from his LED lights setup. You were the same, spent, breathless, but your eyes were closed as you savored that brief moment of rest before you had to leave.

"Fuck." He groaned next to you, making you look at him.

"You're okay?" You asked, truly concerned given the fact you'd slapped his ass while pegging him from behind.

"Okay? I'm great." He chuckled, finally looking away from the ceiling and deep into your eyes.

You wish he hadn't. Maybe you were imagining things, but his eyes were gradually changing as you kept fucking him week after week. Growing softer somehow, intense when your gaze met. He looked beautiful like this, but you had fears it was becoming something dangerous.

"Good, then." You stretched out, sitting up slowly, your lower back covered in sweat.

"Wait!" He said, touching your arm. "Let me give you something... I can masturbate you if you don't want penetration or-"

"There's no need." Your voice was stern, but you didn't intend to. Felix's hand dropped.

"Okay." It was a soft whisper.

So you got up to leave, slipping into his bathroom for a quick shower first. Most of the times you fucked it was about you giving him pleasure, you loved to see him squirming and begging, whimpering into your ear like an angel's melody. You didn't exactly feel the need to receive back all you gave him, for some reason buried deep inside you, and you couldn't imagine Felix caring about it. It was good, right? Always getting fucked and held during your orgasms and just resting afterwards.

And so you left after cleaning yourself, no sleeping over, no giving him a goodnight kiss. Just simple 'rest well' and 'see ya', like he wasn't looking at you like you were the only thing he needed right now.

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It was one of those awful days, rain poured and lightnings ripped through the night sky like nature was supposed to match the turmoil you felt inside. You had fought your dad and mom, like it always happened whenever you tried to pay them a visit. They'd always demand from you, ask things of you, but would never give affection when you showed up. Those meetings were meant to offend you, throw things in your face and call you an ungrateful child.

You were tired. You didn't even remember to text Felix that you wouldn't show up anymore, just disappeared into that dark spot in the park where you always went to think things through, blunting on a joint like it could ease how heavy your chest was. The fragile umbrella didn't even protect your clothes from soaking, but it didn't matter, it was okay, nothing could be worse than being unloved anyway.

Felix, on the other hand, knew something was wrong back in his cozy apartment. He paced around, worried sick that the last time you had talked to him was in the morning. You were never one to cancel things without a word, and if you did, it meant you weren't all right. You were supposed to show up two hours ago, so what happened? The violent sound of lightning startled him for a moment, making him think of the worst scenarios. You were a good driver, but what if-. No! He shouldn't think like this, you were probably just busy. But they're never busy enough not to text me...

Maybe you found someone else to sleep with... Someone better, prettier, less cheeky, someone who never cared about giving back all the pleasure, someone who didn't whine so much. Maybe that's why you didn't show up. You weren't dating anyway, so why would you tell him anything? It was okay, right? Right..? Felix sighed heavily, agitated so much he was pressing his fingers to get rid of air bubbles, something he would always do when unquiet. He knew there was something wrong, 30 more minutes and nothing.

Then, he remembered the park, specifically the quiet corner next to the big tree, just by the bridge, the spot you had once showed him on a foggy day; you said you'd always go there to clear your head. You wouldn't be crazy enough to be outside in this rain... But he knew you, so he knew you would. He didn't waste any longer and grabbed his keys, threw any hoodie on himself and left the apartment. He was going to get you.

You were on your second joint already, the heavy smoke filled your lungs for seconds longer than necessary before you released it, over and over again. You hated this habit of smoking weed so badly, but it was your pathetic escape route everytime things got too much, and lately everything was being a lot. Including Felix and those ridiculous bright brown eyes of his. You hated that you couldn't cry, because things were like this with you: they'd build up inside you until they had no space and you'd explode. The rain enveloped you, thick droplets hitting your umbrella and shoes, cars in the distance could be heard and you remembered once again there was a life out there, outside of your head, a life you should be living too. But your feet wouldn't move, your gaze fixed on the river's turbulent water, it was so potent, so beautiful... Beautiful...

"Y/n! I found you!" A well known voice shouted through the loud rain. You didn't bother looking. Soft steps came closer and another shadow formed around you. "Y/n? I didn't actually think you'd be here but I'm glad you are."

Somehow you got a little warmer, until you realized his coat, with his familiar vanilla scent, was around your shoulders.

"it's gonna get soaked on me." You mumbled, not even taking the joint away from your lips.

"That doesn't matter!?" Felix said as if you were insane, you didn't have to see his face to know he was worried and mad. "What happened? Come to my place! My car is right there-"

"No. I'm fine."

"You're smoking." He retorted.

"So?" You dared to roll your eyes. He was watching you, every reaction, while you hadn't looked at him so far.

"Y/n. Please." And then his hand held yours, the same one that lifted that stupid cig to your mouth, stopping you from dragging more smoke. "Come with me. You're cold."

You hated it, that sweet voice, holding so much care and... No. He didn't like you like this.

"Felix, you don't have to do this." You finally looked at him, his expression held so much... Pain. "Really. I'm alright. Well, I will be. We're not close for you to take this respon-"

"Don't you dare!" He cut you, sounding strict for the first time ever. "I have every right to consider myself your friend now. If you don't see what we have as a friendship, I can see it for both of us."

That wounded you. He was taking every part of what a relationship between two people should be to himself, but you wouldn't dare to let it get to you. You wouldn't feel pity, so you just huffed.

"Friendship?" You smirked, it looked like you were mocking him. "Okay."

He didn't understand what you were implying, neither you were sure. He wouldn't find out right there under the rain, so he pulled you, not before smashing that joint and throwing it inside a can nearby, determined and certain he should take care of you right now. You got into his car, against your will but you were not really fighting for it, wetting his clean car seat, he didn't seem to care. You felt bad because of it. Not because he went after you in the rain, not because he was soaking wet now, trembling even. You didn't even notice that. You just felt bad because of the damn passenger seat.

And yet, he got you into his apartment, prepared the tub for you with his favorite bath salt and made sure to make you a ginger tea while you cleaned yourself so you wouldn't get sick. He thought about all of it. He cared, so much more than he should, and the worst was that he noticed it. You noticed it too. Neither of you talked about it. Not yet.

You just drank the tea while he combed your hair, so softly you were pretty sure his hands were made of feather, and you felt so warm and so cared for, even if you hated that feeling. It made you sick to the stomach and every time your gaze met his in the mirror you'd feel like throwing up.

It was clear now.

Felix was liking you.

No. It was more than that.

He had that incomparable, unmistakable look in his boba eyes.

The look of love. He was in love.

And you remember thinking you should end things right there; because you felt deep inside it would never be reciprocate, because you couldn't lead him on like this. But you were selfish. You didn't cut things off. You didn't stop him.

Instead, you stayed, because it was so good for you... You let him tuck you in his arms that night, covering both of you tenderly to get some sleep, and you couldn't know but he was over the moon; you were sleeping over for the first time. Even though it weighed on you too (in a different way), you stayed, and you let yourself get comfortable in his bed, feeling something close to safe in a long time.

'You should stop him'. Your head kept saying that. 'You should say you can't feel the same. But he didn't even confess anything, right?' But you knew. It was as clear as water.

In the end, you optioned for enjoying it. After all, you're selfish.

And he was your fucktoy.

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Fashion Week Secret

Idol! Felix x Manager! Reader

Tags: smut, slow burn to explosive tension, voyeurism(ish), semi-public sex, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, deep voice kink, dom!Felix, full body worship, mutual obsession, overstimulation, aftercare, power shifts, minors DNI

Word count: 4k

Summary: An overseas fashion week trip. One hotel suite. Shared walls, flirty tension, and a deep voice you’ve been trying not to dream about. But when Felix catches you moaning his name with your hand between your thighs… he finally stops pretending.

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

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You should’ve known better than to get so comfortable.

The hotel suite was quiet, too quiet—just the low hum of city lights filtering in through the drawn curtains and the occasional muffled sound of traffic several floors below. Felix’s bedroom door had been shut for nearly an hour, and after a long day of fittings, rehearsals, and a red carpet appearance, you were sure he was out cold.

You were his stylist, after all. You knew the toll it took on his body. And Felix? He’d barely kept his eyes open on the ride back.

So you let yourself relax. Just a little.

Your legs were folded on the plush hotel couch in the shared living area— The company had gotten a conjoined suite for you and Felix because you were the only staff aside the body guards that went with him to London. You had a wine glass half-full beside you, and your tablet dimly lit in your lap. You weren’t watching anything—not really. The book you’d downloaded earlier had taken a turn. A very explicit turn.

One page became two. Then five. Then… your hand started to drift.

Just beneath your loose sleep shorts. Just under the hem of your oversized tee. You weren’t even really thinking about it at first—just absentminded touching, grazing over already sensitive skin as the filthy descriptions poured across the screen.

Your lips parted, breath shallow. It was a slow build, not frantic, not rushed—just heat curling low in your belly as you circled your clit with lazy fingers, imagining a pair of hands that weren’t yours. Imagining lips, a tongue. Imagining a voice—

His voice.

That deep, soft rasp Felix used when no one else was around. The way he’d murmur, “You’re working too hard again,” when you fussed too long with his hair. Or the quiet chuckle he let out when you made some offhand comment and pretended it didn’t fluster you when he bit his lip in response.

That voice had been haunting you for months.

So it was only natural—maybe even inevitable—that your thoughts wandered where they shouldn’t. That your fingers moved faster now, hips tilting slightly as you stifled a moan behind your teeth. You imagined him between your legs. Whispering in that voice—

“…You really shouldn’t be doing that out here.”

You froze.

Fuck.

Your heart slammed against your ribs. Your fingers yanked back instantly as you scrambled to yank the throw blanket across your lap. The tablet slipped to the floor with a soft thud.

You turned your head slowly, your throat dry.

Felix stood just at the edge of the hallway, half in shadow. His messy blond hair hung in his face, his grey shirt wrinkled from sleep and riding slightly up his toned stomach. One hand was braced on the wall. The other… rubbed the back of his neck like he’d just woken up.

But his eyes?

Wide open.

Focused. Hungry.

“Felix—” you stammered, breath catching. “I thought you were asleep.”

He stepped forward, his voice dipping even lower as his head tilted.

“Clearly.”

There was a pause—thick, electric silence as the air shifted. The kind of moment that cracked open all the tension you’d both been dancing around for months. Every playful tease. Every prolonged glance. Every time he called you “noona” with that coy little smile and eyes that said he knew exactly what he was doing.

And now, he’d caught you touching yourself in the space you shared. Thinking about him.

Felix’s gaze drifted downward—just for a second, just enough to make your stomach flip. Then back to your face.

“You were thinking about someone,” he said quietly. “Gonna tell me who?”

Your mouth opened, but no sound came out. The heat rose fast in your chest, up your neck, blooming on your cheeks. You wanted to deny it. Laugh it off. But your body gave you away—still flushed, still aching.

“I—” you swallowed. “It was… just a book.”

Felix hummed, stepping even closer. He was standing right in front of you now, his hand sliding off the wall and down into the pocket of his sweats.

“I heard your voice,” you whispered, before you could stop yourself. “In my head. The way you talk. That deep voice… it gets to me.”

His lips twitched into something between a smirk and a growl. That voice—the one that already had you soaked—dropped to a rumble.

“You get off to my voice, noona?”

You clenched your thighs, unable to hide it. His eyes caught the movement.

“Don’t lie to me,” he said, stepping closer, between your knees now. “You’ve been teasing me for weeks. Letting me flirt. Laughing when I called you pretty. You knew what you were doing.”

His hands were on either side of your hips now, braced on the couch. You were trapped beneath him—not forcibly, just undeniably. His breath tickled your lips. His gaze flicked from your eyes to your mouth and back again.

“You’re gonna let me help you now,” he whispered. “Or do I have to sit back and listen again?”

You swallowed hard. Your lips parted, but no sound came out.

He didn’t touch you—not yet. Just hovered. Eyes burning. That deep voice of his was doing terrible, glorious things to your body. It wasn’t just the sound—it was the control. The way he knew what he was doing. He could see the way you trembled, the way your breath stuttered with every inch he leaned closer.

Felix tilted his head. His voice was softer now. Curious. Teasing.

“Did you say my name when you touched yourself?”

You couldn’t look at him. Your eyes dropped to his chest—his shirt hung loose over lean muscle, collar stretched just enough to expose the curve of his shoulder. You couldn’t answer.

But your silence was the answer.

His breath hitched—subtle, quiet. You would’ve missed it if he weren’t so close. His fingers curled into the cushion at your sides.

Then slowly, he reached down and touched your knee. Just a brush of his fingertips over your bare skin. Your breath caught.

“You were thinking about me like that,” he murmured, trailing his touch higher—inch by inch. “While I was asleep. In the next room.”

“I didn’t think—” you croaked, but his fingers slid to the inside of your thigh and you forgot what you were saying.

“You didn’t think I’d catch you?” he finished, eyes darkening. “Or you didn’t care?”

You couldn’t lie. Not when his hand was so close. Not when your body was betraying you in every way—your hips tilting, your skin flushed, your thighs pressing together like they could hide how wrecked you already were.

Felix didn’t move any closer. He stayed there, fingertips resting right where the inside of your thigh met the edge of your shorts. Waiting.

“I didn’t mean for you to see,” you whispered.

“But you’re not stopping me now.”

Silence. Electric. Heavy.

Then, with the faintest movement, his hand slid higher.

Your breath hitched—you grabbed the throw blanket tighter, trying to keep it together. His fingers brushed just beneath your shorts, knuckles grazing heat.

“You’re so warm,” he said, nearly in awe. His voice was a soft, reverent murmur. “Fuck, you’re wet already.”

Your head dropped back against the cushion as a soft, desperate sound slipped from your lips.

That’s when his free hand slid up your body—slow, confident, not asking. It found your throat. Not squeezing, not rough—just resting there, his thumb against the side of your neck, feeling your pulse thunder beneath your skin.

“Still thinking about the book?” he asked, his mouth hovering just beside your ear now. “Or is it me now?”

You could barely breathe. “You.”

A low hum rumbled in his chest.

“That’s what I wanted to hear.”

He didn’t move fast. He didn’t need to. His fingers moved under your waistband, dragging through slick heat, and his exhale came out shaky this time. Like even he wasn’t prepared for how turned on you really were.

“I’ve thought about this,” he murmured. “Wondered how you’d sound. What your thighs would feel like around my head.”

You gasped, knees jerking, but he held you steady with a quiet command:

“Don’t move.”

Your breath trembled. “Felix…”

“Say it again.”

“…Felix.”

He pulled back slightly just to look at you. His fingers stayed buried between your thighs, barely moving now, just resting there while his other hand still cradled your throat gently. His expression was unreadable—but his eyes were pure fire.

“You wanna cum for me?” he asked, voice like velvet-wrapped sin. “Here, on this couch? Let me hear how you sound when it’s not in your head?”

“I—” You were going to say yes. Desperately. But—

His fingers moved. Barely. Just enough to stroke you once—long, slow, hot.

Then he pulled them out.

You whimpered. Actually whimpered, your thighs twitching from the loss.

He stood, looking wrecked but smug, hand still wet with your arousal. He stared at you for one long, aching second.

Then, with that same maddening calm:

“Get some sleep, noona. Call time’s early.”

And he walked back to his room.

⸻

You didn’t sleep.

Not really.

Even after Felix disappeared into his room, even after you shut off the lights and buried yourself under the hotel blanket, your skin still burned.

The ghost of his touch lingered between your legs. His voice—you get off to my voice, noona?—looped in your ears every time your eyes drifted closed.

And the worst part?

You still wanted more.

You thought morning might bring clarity. Distance. Maybe even an ounce of dignity.

But then he walked out of his room.

Hair damp from the shower, simple black T-shirt clinging to his frame, gold chain catching the morning light—and that look.

That look that said he remembered everything.

You froze at the mini breakfast table, coffee halfway to your lips. He didn’t say good morning. Didn’t smile.

He just looked at you.

His eyes dragged over your face, down your neck, slow and deliberate. No expression. Just… watching.

You looked away first.

The rest of the morning was torture. Silent, simmering torture.

He didn’t bring it up. Not once. But every time you reached for something, his gaze followed. Every time you spoke to someone else, his body leaned just a little closer.

In the car to the venue, you sat beside each other.

He stretched his legs wide.

Your knees touched.

He didn’t move.

You flinched. He smirked—barely.

By the time you were backstage for the event—a fashion week press day and show—you were vibrating with something between shame and arousal.

You could feel it in your skin. The flush that wouldn’t fade. The phantom pressure of his hand on your thigh. The ache in your core that hadn’t gone away.

And Felix? Felix was silent. Calm. But possessive.

He didn’t let you work on anyone else. Every time you tried to adjust another idol’s collar or fix a hem, he’d appear behind you.

Watching. Close.

You’d never realized how much space he took up until he decided to weaponize it.

And when you bent down to grab a safety pin near his feet?

He leaned down too.

Close to your ear.

“Will you read that book again tonight?”

You almost dropped the pin.

That night, after the show, the energy was buzzing. Everyone was high off the crowd, off the cameras, off the compliments. The team wanted drinks. You begged off early. Claimed exhaustion.

The second you reached the hotel suite, you collapsed onto the couch. Face buried in a pillow.

You couldn’t do this.

You couldn’t keep pretending you hadn’t been caught red-handed, soaking your fingers to thoughts of him. That he hadn’t touched you back. That you hadn’t begged with your eyes for him to keep going.

You were still lying there when the door opened.

Your heart jumped.

Felix walked in, quiet as always. Door clicked shut behind him.

You didn’t look up, but you heard him kick off his shoes. Shrug off his coat. You felt it when he stopped right behind the couch.

Then—

“You avoided me all day.”

His voice was low again. Not quite soft. Not quite angry. Just… stating a fact.

You clenched your eyes shut.

“I didn’t—”

“Don’t lie to me.”

Your breath caught.

He walked around the couch, coming into view, and you finally looked at him.

Big mistake.

He was still in his event outfit—tailored black pants, tucked-in dress shirt, collar loose, top buttons undone. Hair pushed back from his face. And eyes locked on you like a target.

“Did you touch yourself again last night?” he asked.

Your stomach flipped. “No.”

“No?” he echoed. “Even after I had you dripping with just my fingers?”

Your mouth went dry.

“Felix…”

He moved closer. Slow. Calm. Intentional.

“I could hear you breathing through the wall,” he said, tilting his head. “Thought you were gonna break.”

You swallowed. Couldn’t speak.

“Did you wait for me to fall asleep again?” he asked, now standing in front of you.

“I didn’t,” you whispered.

“No?” he said again, voice dipping dangerously. “So you just laid there. Soaked. Needy. Begging for something I started and didn’t finish.”

Your thighs pressed together on instinct.

And he noticed.

He leaned down. One hand braced on the couch beside you. The other slid slowly up the back of your neck, fingers sinking into your hair.

Then—

“You need me to finish it tonight, don’t you?”

Your breath hitched at the way he said it. Not a question, really. A statement. A dare.

He didn’t wait for an answer this time.

Felix surged forward, hand tightening in your hair as his mouth crashed onto yours—hot, hungry, devastating. Nothing sweet. Nothing soft. Just weeks—months—of teasing and tension unraveling all at once.

You gasped, and his tongue swept in like he owned your mouth.

Because he did.

Right now? He fucking did.

The kiss was messy, punishing, his body crowding yours back against the couch cushions. You barely had time to catch your breath before he was pulling at your oversized sleep shirt—ripping it over your head like it offended him just by existing.

“You think you can sit out here touching yourself like that and walk around pretending nothing happened?” he growled, voice dangerous.

You shook your head, trembling.

He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were wild.

“I said—do you?”

“N-no—”

“That’s right. You don’t.”

His hands moved fast now—palming your breasts, dragging his thumbs over your nipples till your back arched, till you were gasping like he hadn’t even started yet.

“Do you know how fucking hard it was watching you today?” he snarled. “Seeing you flinch every time I looked at you? Knowing I’d barely even touched you and you were already ruined?”

You whimpered, and he grinned—sharp, dark.

Then he grabbed your thighs, ripped your shorts down, and dropped to his knees in front of you.

Didn’t say a word. Just stared at your soaked pussy for a moment like it was the best fucking thing he’d ever seen.

Then—

“Spread.”

You obeyed instantly, thighs falling open for him, heart hammering.

He didn’t give a warning.

He dove in, mouth hot and greedy, tongue licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit that made you scream.

“God—Felix—!”

He moaned into you, hands locking tight around your thighs, dragging you to the edge of the couch as he devoured you like he’d been dreaming of it every night.

His tongue was relentless—circling your clit, dipping into your dripping heat, then sucking your clit so hard you saw stars.

And that voice—even like this, he didn’t stop talking.

“So wet for me, fuck, I knew you’d taste like this,” he groaned. “You were made for me, noona. Made to sit on my face and scream.”

You did. Again.

Your fingers dug into his hair, hips bucking, and he just groaned against your cunt like he loved it—like the messier you got, the harder he got.

“I’m gonna fuck you after this,” he said, dragging his tongue flat against you. “You hear me?”

You nodded wildly, already trembling on the edge.

“Beg for it.”

“Felix, please—”

“No,” he said darkly. “Beg like you did last night. Like a needy little slut who couldn’t keep her hands off herself.”

You sobbed.

“Please, Felix—I need it, I need you—need your cock, please—”

He pulled back just enough to look up at you. His mouth and chin were drenched. His eyes were feral.

“Good girl.”

He stood, unbuckling his belt in one smooth motion, pants hitting the floor—and fuck.

He was hard, thick, and already leaking.

“Get on your knees.”

You dropped like you’d been waiting your whole life.

But he didn’t push his cock into your mouth yet.

He just gripped your chin, tilted your head back, and let that filthy voice wreck you.

“You gonna thank me for last night?” he whispered. “For leaving you soaking and untouched like a good little lesson?”

You nodded, tongue out, lips parted.

“Then open wide, noona,” he growled. “Let me fuck that filthy mouth the way you imagined.”

Your lips barely had time to part before Felix was pushing the thick, flushed head of his cock past them—slow, deliberate, hand cradling the back of your head with possessive precision.

“You can take it,” he muttered, voice low and tight. “You’re not shy when you’re alone with your books, are you?”

You moaned, cheeks flushed, tongue lapping eagerly as his cock slid deeper. The taste of him hit your tongue—salty, hot, real—and your thighs clenched together instinctively.

“Fuck,” he hissed through his teeth. “Your mouth feels even better than I dreamed.”

Your eyes widened. You looked up.

He smirked.

“Oh yeah,” he said. “You’re not the only one who’s thought about this.”

He rocked his hips, slow at first—testing your limits—but when you didn’t flinch, when your mouth welcomed him, he let go. His grip tightened in your hair as he fucked into your throat, head thrown back, jaw tense.

“Such a good girl,” he groaned. “Taking my cock like that… look so fucking pretty choking on me.”

You gagged once—he moaned louder.

“Shit—yeah, do that again. Show me how much you like being used.”

You did.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but your pussy was dripping—soaking the floor—and when you reached down to touch yourself, he didn’t stop you.

He watched.

He slowed down, panting, pulling out with a filthy pop and gripping his cock tight in one hand as he knelt to face you. His other hand slid down your stomach, under your panties, and found you instantly.

“Still wet,” he murmured like it was a reward. “Still begging.”

He kissed you then—hard and messy, tasting himself on your tongue—and dragged you back onto the couch, flipping you onto your back, knees spread wide. He stared down at your soaked center, panting like he’d been waiting for this since the day you met.

“You think you’re ready for my cock?” he asked.

“I’ve been ready,” you gasped, hips arching. “Please, Felix—”

He didn’t need more.

He lined himself up, his cock thick and flushed, precum still dripping down the shaft, and then—

He pushed in.

One slow, unrelenting inch at a time.

You both groaned—loud, desperate.

“God, you’re tight,” he panted. “So fucking tight—gripping me like you were made for this.”

You were.

He bottomed out, hips flush against yours, and stayed there for a beat—just feeling. Just breathing.

Then his mouth found your ear.

“Guess what?” he growled. “No more teasing. I own this pussy.”

And then he started to move.

Hard. Deep.

Every thrust knocked the breath out of your lungs, your nails digging into his back as he pounded into you like he meant to break something.

“You gonna cum for me?” he growled, voice wrecked and deep and so goddamn dirty. “Gonna cum on this cock like a good girl”

“Yes—yes, please—”

“You sound so pretty when you beg,” he whispered, sweat dripping down his temple. “Wanna hear you cry for it.”

“Felix—fuck, I’m—!”

He reached down, rubbed tight circles over your clit, and that was it.

You shattered.

Body trembling, back arched, thighs locking around his hips as you sobbed through an orgasm so intense it left you dizzy.

“Good girl,” he growled, voice cracking. “Now take mine—take it, fuck, I’m gonna fill you up—”

With one last brutal thrust, he pulled out and spilled on your stomach—hot, thick, endless. His cock twitched, and he collapsed forward, mouth pressed to your throat, body shaking with the force of it.

⸻

Minutes passed.

You couldn’t move. Could barely think.

And then— He lifted his head.

Kissed your jaw. And whispered, still breathless:

“You’re not done yet.”

He didn’t let you breathe for long.

Still hard—he pulled back, just enough to look down at your flushed, trembling body beneath him.

“Get up,” he murmured, low and commanding, one hand gripping your thigh. “Come here.”

You barely had time to protest before he lifted you—lifted you, like it was nothing—your legs wrapping weakly around his waist as he walked you straight to the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel suite.

The city glowed behind you, all glittering lights and blurred motion. You couldn’t see a thing—but if someone looked up to the 20th floor?

They’d see everything.

Felix pressed you against the cold glass, forehead to your temple, cock resting against your soaked heat, one hand palming the back of your thigh to hold you open for him.

“Look at you,” he whispered, voice dripping with reverence. “Dripping down your thighs. Skin flushed. Eyes glazed.”

He leaned back just enough to drag his fingers down your collarbone, down to your breasts, and then lower—trailing lazy patterns over your stomach, your hips, your thighs.

“Prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

You moaned, squirming against him. He kissed your jaw, then your neck, then the curve of your shoulder.

Slow. Deliberate.

“You think this is just about getting off?” he muttered. “No, baby. I’m gonna worship every inch of you tonight.”

He set you down—not letting you fall—and turned you gently to face the window.

Then pressed up behind you, his cock sliding back in so deep it stole the air from your lungs.

“Want you to see yourself,” he whispered. “Want you to feel how good you look when I ruin you.”

His hands slid up your front—palming your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers as he began to move.

Slow, deep thrusts.

Measured. Precise.

You sobbed against the glass, forehead resting on your arm.

“You so good like this,” he whispered in your ear. “Every part of you. This body– fuck.”

He kissed your shoulder again. Then your spine. Then lower, fingers curling around your hips like he was holding something precious.

You were precious.

Even now, even when he fucked you so good you couldn’t breathe.

“You’re everything,” he murmured. “So fucking good. So perfect wrapped around me like this.”

You felt the edge building again—tight, hot, overwhelming. And he felt it, too.

He pressed harder, gripped tighter, and his voice dropped into a growl.

“Don’t hold back this time,” he rasped. “I want it loud. I want you to cum with my name in your mouth.”

“Felix—”

“That’s it, baby. Say it again.”

“Felix—fuck—!”

And you shattered.

Your body locked up, legs shaking, hands scrambling against the glass as the orgasm crashed through you like a wave. You screamed his name, broke apart for him, because of him—and he chased your high with his own.

“God— you feel too good—gonna cum again—fuck, take it, baby, take it—fuck—”

He spilled inside you a second time, deeper than before, pulsing hot and thick with a broken groan that buzzed in your ears long after the rest of the world faded out.

⸻

You both slid to the floor.

Sticky. Sweaty. Shaking.

Felix stayed wrapped around you, arms tight, hands soothing over your hips as your body trembled in the aftershock.

“You did so good,” he murmured. “So perfect for me.”

He kissed your temple. Your cheek. Your shoulder.

“Let’s clean you up,” he whispered next. “Get you water. Warm bath. My shirt. Then we’ll sleep.”

He tucked your hair behind your ear, eyes soft now. No teasing. No games.

Just him.

“You okay?” he asked gently.

You nodded, eyes full, throat too raw to speak.

He kissed your forehead.

“I’ve got you now, noona,” he murmured.

And he did.

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Authors note: Hi guys! So there’s a new Felix fic, I’m trying to write more of him, its nit easy writing for ot8 😩 but i LOVE the challenge. You know the deill though, if you enjoyed this one please leave a like and comment, and reblog too! Thank you for 1100+ ❤️

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I'm gonna write a oneshot inspired by this idc idgaf GOD HELP ME

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Hiiii! Could u maybe write for skz being in a secret relationship (like secret from the public cause reader ain’t an idol) and getting caught by paparazzi during a date? U can just make 3racha pls if u don’t feel like doing all 8 ! Feel free to refuse too ofc! I loved your Spotify wrapped hcs btw! Seungmin’s was so funny! 😆

I made them reaction bullet points! But if you guys like them then I'm totally up to making them into longer fics!!

Stray Kids | Secret Relationship → Getting Caught by Paparazzi

Bangchan

Chan is so careful usually.

Dates are always super lowkey - private cafes, quiet beaches at night, movie nights at home.

But today was your birthday, and he wanted to do something special.

He rented out a tiny rooftop restaurant just for the two of you, candles, flowers, the whole thing.

Everything was going fine...until you both laughed too hard at a joke and he leaned across the table to kiss you.

Flash.

Click click click.

Both of you froze mid-kiss like-

🧍‍♂️🧍‍♀️...

Chan immediately tensed and went into protective mode, grabbing your hand and pulling you away from the ledge.

He spends the rest of the night furious at himself, feeling like he failed to protect you.

“It’s my fault. I should’ve been more careful, baby, I’m so sorry…”

You have to literally cup his cheeks and remind him that you knew the risks from the start, and you still chose him.

Later when the photos surface, they’re actually really sweet and respectful - the caption is like: “Bang Chan spotted in sweet rooftop date - fans speculate he’s in a relationship.”

His company releases a statement saying they won’t comment on private matters, and surprisingly, most people are supportive.

In the end, the incident kinda soft-launches your relationship 💛.

Lee Know

Lee Know thinks he's a secret agent.

Always plans escape routes. Dresses down. Times everything.

“Trust no one. Speak to no one. Blend into the crowd.”

But you went out for bubble tea one afternoon, and he just couldn’t resist teasing you.

He poked your straw when you weren’t looking, got your drink all over your shirt, and then tried to "help" wipe it off.

You were laughing and swatting at him, and he kissed your forehead without thinking.

Flash.

😐😐😐

Minho freezes.

“Did you see that?”

“...Yes.”

“Abort mission. Run.”

Grabs your hand and books it through side streets like a literal action movie.

Later, when the photos go viral, they’re weirdly cute - you’re laughing, he’s looking at you with soft eyes, and fans are melting.

He doesn’t say anything publicly, but a few days later, he posts a dance video wearing a shirt that says “Not Sorry.” 😎

Changbin

Changbin is PARANOID about getting caught.

He wears hats, masks, sometimes even sunglasses at night.

He’ll make you walk separately in public and only link up when it’s super empty.

But today, he was feeling bold.

You were walking by the river, and he just couldn’t help it - he grabbed your hand.

You warned him. He didn’t listen. He was too busy smiling at you like an idiot in love.

Then:

Click click click click.

Changbin drops your hand and looks around like a scared puppy.

“Was that what I think it was-”

“Yes.”

“@$#%&.”

He immediately pulls you into a side street, calling his manager with one hand while trying to shield you with the other.

“I think we have a problem.”

Despite his panic, you kinda find it cute how protective he gets, constantly glancing over his shoulder to make sure you’re okay.

The photos blow up fast - he’s recognizable even under the hat and mask because of his build.

Surprisingly, the fans argue that he deserves to be happy and start trending “#HappyForChangbin.” 🥹

He won’t relax until you both sit down and personally go over every nasty comment and good comment together, promising to only listen to the good ones.

“They don’t know our love, jagiya. Only we know. That’s enough.” 💌

Hyunjin

You were museum-hopping for your date - very chill, very lowkey.

Hyunjin wore glasses and a mask, blending in as just another artsy boy admiring sculptures.

You thought you were in the clear.

Then you reached to point at a painting at the same time and your hands touched.

Hyunjin looked at you, smiled all dreamy, and brushed your hair behind your ear like a damn movie scene.

THAT’S when the paparazzo got you.

Flash.

Hyunjin didn’t even flinch, he just kind of...blinked and kept smiling.

“Let’s keep going. Pretend nothing happened.”

(Internally he was PANICKING.)

Later he has a minor meltdown about it, pacing and chewing on his sleeve.

“WHAT IF THEY FIND YOU? WHAT IF THEY HARASS YOU? I SHOULD’VE BEEN MORE CAREFUL!”

You calm him down with forehead kisses and pinky promises.

The photo goes viral because it’s just so beautiful - you two look like characters out of a romance drama.

Fans nicknamed you “Hyunjin’s Mona Lisa.” 🎨🖌️

Han Jisung

Jisung is...not careful. Like at all. 😭

Like, he tries - really he does - but his excitement always gives him away.

You two went on a simple late-night drive, windows down, singing along to whatever’s on the radio.

You driving of course since the chubby cheeked boy still had yet to get his license.

You pulled over to a convenience store to grab snacks,

When he came back with a pile of candy and two hot coffees, he opened the drivers door and buckled you in as if you were sitting in the passenger seat.

After making sure you were secured he shut the door, and leaned into the car window and kissed you.

Like full-on swoon-worthy type of thing.

…Right in front of a paparazzo who was tailing idols that night.

FLASH.

You both screamed. Like actually screamed.

Jisung dropped everything he was holding, candy and coffee flying into the air. ☕🍬

“RUN!” he shrieked, diving into the passenger seat as you two sped off like a maniacs while you gasped laughing in the drivers seat.

Later, he’s freaking out. But tries to cover it up with joking.

“Do you think they got my good side?” (You smack his arm.)

The photos come out with the caption "Mystery lover? Han spotted on late night date!"

The company tries to spin it as “just hanging out with a friend,” but nobody buys it because of the kiss photo LOL.

In the end, you two have to lay low for a while, but honestly, Jisung just jokes about it constantly.

“If I’m gonna get caught, at least it was a kiss that looked straight out of a K-drama, am I right?” 💋

Felix

Honestly?

Felix would straight up take you on a nature walk for your dates.

Forests, hidden parks, lakes - anywhere with sunshine and minimal people.

You were sitting by a lake one afternoon, feeding ducks, and he kissed your cheek.

A photographer hiding in the bushes (like a weirdo) got the shot.

(Felix: 🫠)

(You: 🫠)

He immediately covers your face with his hands in the CUTEST protective way.

“Stay still, baby, don’t look, it’s okay, I’ve got you.”

Back at home, he hugs you and promises it’ll be okay no matter what happens.

“If they hate me, it’s fine. If they hate you, it’s war.”

The fandom goes wild, but mostly in support because...well...it’s Felix...

Even people who don’t stan Stray Kids are like, “If Felix found love we’re all cheering for him.” 😭

Seungmin

Seungmin is sneaky with dates.

Like, coffee shop hidden inside a bookstore levels of sneaky.

But today, you convinced him to just do something normal - ice cream at a park.

You were eating together on a bench, Seungmin roasting you for dropping your scoop.

“Are you five years old?”

“You’re gonna be single if you keep talking.”

He laughed, leaned in, and kissed your sticky nose.

You heard a camera shutter.

Both of you paused.

Seungmin squinted at the photographer like 🧐.

“You dropped your scoop and got us caught. Great job, genius.”

(He’s teasing. But he’s freaking out inside.)

Later when the pictures come out, Seungmin’s fans are laughing because he looks so deadpan in every photo.

Someone even memes it:

Caption: "When you drop your ice cream... and the fact you're in a relationship, too." 🍦😅🍦😂

I.N

Jeongin is careful because he’s still the “baby” to a lot of fans.

But he really wanted to take you to the little zoo near the city.

He wore a hat so low it almost covered his eyes, mask up to his nose, hoodie two sizes too big.

Adorable.

He was so focused on making sure you were comfortable he didn’t even realize a paparazzo had been tailing you guys.

The moment that got caught?

You feeding him a french fry outside a food stall.

Jeongin holding your hand to guide the fry into his mouth.

Giggles and hearts in your eyes.

The flash that the paparrazzo had forgoten to shut off startled you two.

Jeongin dropped the fries in horror.

You were more worried about the wasting of the fries more than anything else.

Panic.exe.

Later he’s apologizing over and over, voice so soft and guilty:

“It’s okay if you wanna break up with me...I get it…” 😔

(You bonk him on the head, lovingly of course.)

Turns out the fans think it’s the cutest thing ever.

“Our maknae is growing up 😭💖.”

Jeongin turns bright pink every time someone mentions it for the next month.

You say he owes you a large fry.

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