hwangverse

[hwangverse]

skz when you need a break from studying.

pairing: stray kids (ot8) x female reader

genre: fluff, comfort

warning: none

BANG CHAN - stops whatever he’s doing.

As Chan wrapped up for the day, he stretched his tired limbs, sore from hours hunched over his laptop, fully absorbed in finishing a new song for their upcoming album. Glancing at his phone, he scrolled through his notifications, sensing something unusual. You hadn’t sent him a single message all day—a surprise, given how you often text him any random thought just to check in. He loved that about you, knowing it was just your way of showing you cared.

Curious, he sent you a quick message, asking how your day was going. Minutes ticked by with no reply. Knowing your schedule by heart (and even saved in his phone), he remembered you didn't have classes today. Concerned, he dialed your number, listening to the rings before you finally picked up.

"Hey, Mr. Loverman. What’s up?" you greeted him, trying to sound lively, though he immediately caught the tiredness in your voice.

“Oh, I don’t know? Maybe my girlfriend hasn’t sent me a single message all day because she’s probably glued to her laptop screen, her poor butt sore from sitting there nonstop?” he teased.

You chuckled softly, unable to deny it, and he laughed before adding, "Well, don't you worry, Y/N's cute little butt—I’m on my way to rescue you from that uncomfortable chair!" His words made you laugh.

"You’re not going anywhere! Comeback season’s around the corner, and you still have songs to finish" you protested, setting aside your iPad to focus on him.

“I can do the rest tomorrow. I got through most of my to-do list today” he insisted. “I’ll see you at your dorm in fifteen minutes.”

“Do I get any say in this?” you asked playfully. “Only to get ready for lots of hugs and kisses” he replied, excitement sparking in his tone.

“Bring some food, too!” you said. “Are my hugs and kisses not enough?” he asked dramatically.

“They’ll be enough once I’m full. I’m starving, Channie” “Alright, my love. Pizza, pasta, kisses, and hugs—on their way to you!”

LEE KNOW - scolds you (lovingly), but cuddles you afterwards.

In the quiet solitude of the university library, you’re battling a wave of sleepiness that’s been creeping up on you for minutes. The combination of no enough sleep, the library’s cozy atmosphere, and the silence of being alone makes staying awake even harder. Your friends just left to attend their next class, leaving you to focus on your looming term paper deadline.

But no matter how much you try, your mind feels like a blank page, and your eyelids are getting heavier by the second. You decide to rest your eyes just for a moment, convincing yourself that it’s only for a short time. With your head still facing your laptop, you lose track of time, drifting somewhere between wakefulness and sleep.

Suddenly, you feel yourself tilting forward, on the verge of hitting your laptop—only to feel a gentle hand press against your forehead. A familiar voice, warm with concern and a hint of exasperation, breaks the silence. “Geez, Y/N, be careful. What are you doing?” Minho whispers in a low, scolding tone.

Your eyes open, and you’re met with his worried gaze, his hand still resting on your forehead. You can’t help but chuckle at the situation, earning a sigh from him. “You’re really laughing?” he mutters, his tone serious enough to stop your laughter.

His brows knit in concern, and you pout in response. “It’s not fair; you know that pout of yours weakens me. Stop that, Y/N,” he sighs, removing his hand from your forehead and settling into the chair next to you.

“Then stop scolding me,” you retort with a playful frown. Minho’s expression softens as he gently smooths your hair, his voice dropping to a murmur.

“I’m just worried. You’re pushing yourself too hard, resisting sleep,” he says before pulling you closer, guiding your head to rest on his shoulder. You lean into him without protest, melting into his warmth and wrapping your arms around him in return.

“Did you finish class early?” you ask, looking up to find his affectionate gaze already on you. “Yeah. Our professor assigned an activity, and I finished early. I was on my way to your building when I ran into your friends, who told me you were here, working on your paper. Glad I came in time to stop you from hurting yourself—or your laptop,” he adds with a wry grin, a hint of scolding still in his tone.

You glare at him in mock annoyance, but he just raises an eyebrow and kisses your forehead, dissolving any defense you had left.

“I was just resting my eyes…” you mumble, sitting up to meet his gaze and prove your point, but he’s faster, pulling you back into his embrace. “Shh, rest,” he whispers. And this time, you do.

CHANGBIN - bring you your favorite show and food.

A notification chimes from your phone. You ignore it at first, focused on your work, but then you catch a glimpse of the sender: Changbin.

Instantly, you unlock your screen and see his message, “The plot twist of this episode?!” followed by a snapshot from your favorite K-drama.

Your jaw drops as you hurriedly type back, “How dare you watch that without me! I told you a million times—we’re supposed to watch it together, traitor!”

Almost immediately, you see the "typing..." indicator pop up on your screen. Changbin replies, “But you said you were busy studying. I didn’t want to distract you.” You scoff, knowing full well he’s teasing.

“Fine, enjoy it without me,” you shoot back, turning off your phone and attempting to refocus on your work. Moments later, another notification interrupts. It’s him again, this time with a photo of himself grinning over a mouthwatering slice of pizza from your favorite shop.

“This new flavor is sooo good!” he writes. You roll your eyes, replying, “I hate you.” He quickly texts back, “Want some?” You type, “Nope. I’m studying. Don’t reply anymore.”

Determined, you switch your phone to Do Not Disturb and dive back into your books. Time passes smoothly until you hear your mom calling from downstairs, saying that Changbin is here.

You stop typing mid-sentence and rush to see if it’s true. Sure enough, there he stands in your doorway, balancing pizza boxes with a sheepish grin. “You told me not to text back, so I came over instead,” he says, making you burst into laughter at his antics.

You pull him into a hug, grinning. “You’re so clingy! Couldn’t go a night without talking to me?” you tease. “Of course not!” he beams, making you laugh even harder.

“I thought you were enjoying that pizza all by yourself,” you quip. “Yeah, but then I thought of my poor girlfriend missing out and felt bad,” he replies, his tone teasing as he studies your mock-annoyed expression.

“But then again, she’s so busy studying, and I wouldn’t want to distract her…” “Get upstairs—quickly, before I change my mind!” you say, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward your room, secretly thrilled he’s here.

HYUNJIN - joins you in quiet companionship. him painting while you review your notes.

Even though you're tired and tempted to close your notebook, a gentle energy fills you, thanks to your boyfriend's presence beside you.

Hyunjin insisted on joining your study session, and now you both find yourselves nestled in a cozy café near campus. After persistent begging and multiple reassurances that he’s free for the day, you finally relented, allowing him to be by your side.

You made him promise to keep himself busy, knowing he wouldn’t get much conversation out of you, and he simply agreed, understanding without complaint. Now, you’re both wrapped in your own worlds—yours full of lecture notes, while Hyunjin is absorbed in his sketchbook.

It warms you to see him lose himself in his painting, a passion that lets him escape the pressures of his idol life. Without realizing it, you start to frown in concentration, a habit you’ve developed over time.

Hyunjin notices and reaches out, gently pinching the furrow between your brows. The touch makes you pause, looking up to meet his soft smile “Someone’s a little too focused,” he teases, his gaze warm and adoring.

You can’t help but smile back, leaning into your seat as you set down your pen and stretch your fingers, instinctively popping your knuckles. Hyunjin quickly takes hold of your hands, capturing them in his larger ones, a slight frown on his face.

“No more of that,” he murmurs, massaging your fingers gently. “Your hands need a break too, just look—they’re turning red.” “I won’t do it anymore, but I still need my hands to finish writing,” you say, laughing as you attempt to pull free, but he doesn’t let go.

His eyes are full of quiet affection as he looks at you, keeping your hands warmly cocooned in his. “Let’s rest for a bit,” he whispers, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your hand.

Glancing at his side of the table, your eyes catch a glimpse of his latest drawing—a woman bent over her notebook, absorbed in her work. “Is that…me?” you ask, surprised.

Hyunjin nods with a smile. “Pretty, isn’t it?” he says, giving you a quick kiss. In that moment, you feel grateful you let him join you. Maybe this will be the first of many study dates together, where even the quiet brings you closer.

HAN - adorably pesters you with playful whining.

Jisung decided to turn your usual Saturday date into a cozy evening in his room. This time, midterms had almost derailed your plans—your schedule was packed, and the stress was wearing you down.

But Jisung wouldn’t let that keep you apart. After nearly a week without seeing each other due to the distance, he thought up a way to be together that still let you study.

His plan? A stayover at his house, complete with dinner at the local fine dining spot you’d both been eyeing for ages. You agreed after he promised you’d still get to study, though his intentions might have shifted now that the quiet room is filled with his relentless whining, trying to pull you from your books.

“Come on, baby,” he murmurs, nudging you away from your notes. “This assignment’s due in two weeks. Aren’t you overworking yourself a bit?”

“Yeah, but if I get this done, I can focus on next week’s pile,” you argue, glancing at him over your laptop. He sighs, clearly not convinced.

“Alright, if you’re set on finishing it, at least take a break for a while? You’ll still have time to finish later.” He gives you a pleading look, though you shake your head.

“If I stop now, I’ll lose my momentum.” You stifle a yawn, rubbing your tired eyes. Before you know it, he’s gently pulling your hands from your face, planting a soft kiss on each eye.

“Your body’s saying otherwise, baby,” he whispers. “Just rest, please? Please, please?” His whining escalates, his pout deepening as he shakes your shoulder, and as much as you try to resist, you can’t help but smile at his ridiculous, adorable persistence.

“Y/N-ie ~ my baby, love of my life, my sun in the middle of my cold, lonely sky—come lie down with me,” he insists, sweeping you into his arms. With a huff, you let him settle you onto the bed.

“You’re insufferable,” you grumble, yet the smile still tugs at your lips. “And that’s why you love me,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before wrapping you in his arms. It’s the start of a long night filled with warmth and quiet, endless cuddles.

FELIX - shares the latest update of the game you both play.

“Here he comes again," Felix's sister mutters as the two of you hear footsteps approaching. You’re currently tucked away in her room, safely distant from the noise of the party outside.

It’s the perfect spot for studying, away from the chaos, and both of you need the peace to focus on a major test coming up.

Today is Felix’s mom’s birthday—a special occasion you couldn’t miss, especially for someone so dear to you. Still, knowing you needed to study, you’d asked Felix and his family if you could join the party briefly before returning to study.

They were more than understanding, even encouraging you to focus on your studies, but you assured them you wanted to be there, at least for a while.

But even tucked away from the noise, you’re not entirely safe from Felix’s playful interruptions. He’s been back and forth to his sister’s room so many times you’ve lost count, popping in just to check on you both.

"What do you need now?" his sister groans, sounding thoroughly exasperated, while you can’t help but chuckle at his antics. “Aren't you two tired from studying? They just bought ice cream! Come on, let's go get some!” he announces with a grin.

“Oh, nice! I’ll probably grab some later, still full from lunch.” You give him a soft smile, though his face falls, disappointed not to have swayed you.

“I’ll just hang here for now,” he sighs, dropping dramatically beside you. “I’m exhausted from playing with our nieces and nephews—those kids are unstoppable.”

“Ugh, do you have to do this right in front of me? Gross,” his sister complains, but Felix only sticks his tongue out at her, making faces.

A few moments pass in peaceful silence until a familiar sound cuts in—Felix’s phone chirps with the opening notes of a game you both love to play. He grins, noticing you sneaking a glance at his screen.

“There’s a new skin for your character,” he teases, holding up his phone. “And it’s in your favorite color too.” You can’t resist.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! It’s gorgeous!” Without thinking, you take his phone, admiring the new look.

“Y/N, focus! We’re not done studying yet,” his sister chides, rolling her eyes.

“A quick break won’t hurt,” Felix adds, nudging you with a knowing look. You hesitate but finally give in, and Felix cheers, sticking his tongue out at his sister, triumphant.

SEUNGMIN - closes your laptop and notebooks, then lifts you to bed.

With your headphones on, set to just the right volume, music from a playlist you share with Seungmin flows through your ears. A warm cup of tea, lovingly prepared by him, sits beside you, and the room is filled with the cozy scent of a candle you just bought. The ambiance fuels your motivation as you dive deep into studying and creating review notes, testing yourself.

Suddenly, a light touch on your back makes you jolt. Turning around, you’re surprised to see Seungmin standing there. “Babe? Seungmin? What are you doing here?” you ask, confused. His expression mirrors yours, but with a bit more playfulness.

“What do you mean? I've been here since early afternoon. It’s dark outside now,” he laughs. “I even asked if I could come over to bring you the food you've been craving all week, and you said yes. You also insisted I stay a while because you wanted to spend time with me. And that tea you're drinking? I made it,” he says, feigning hurt.

“Oh no, is my baby hurt?” you coo, cupping his face and teasingly baby-talking to him. He playfully rolls his eyes, and you give him a quick kiss before turning back to your laptop.

But Seungmin isn’t about to let you slip back into study mode just yet. He gently pulls you to face him again, surprising you. “What’s up?” you ask, laughing at his persistence.

“It’s Seungmin’s time,” he declares, a smirk playing on his lips. “You’ve been glued to your reviewers for too long. Your eyes are practically glowing with radiation. If you were looking at me, they’d be glowing with love instead.”

You let out a burst of laughter, half in shock and half in disbelief. “Babe, what was that?” you say, barely able to catch your breath. His laughter joins yours, both of you laughing at his cheesy line.

“Oh, you’re so in love with me, aren’t you?” you tease, wiping away the tears from laughing so hard. He gently wipes away the remaining tears with a warm smile, looking at you with that familiar, fond expression.

“Just give me a little more time, and I’m all yours,” you say, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before turning back to your studies.

But it’s not long before he notices you rubbing your temples and squinting at the screen, the strain of too much screen time taking its toll.

“That’s it,” he says firmly, reaching over to close your laptop. “You need to rest your eyes. Are you getting a headache?”

“A bit…” you admit. “Then no more screen time for now,” he says, guiding you to lie down on the bed.

“Just relax. I’ll take care of everything,” he murmurs, his hands reaching to massage soothing circles against your temples. With your eyes closed, savoring the calm, you smile.

“When did you get so cheesy? The guys would never let you live this down if they found out.” “For you? I don’t care,” he says, pulling you close. "Anything for my girl."

I.N - helps you review, then pulls you into a warm embrace when you get tired.

The usual pre-exam study group you and your friends rely on didn’t come together this time; they all had prior commitments, leaving you to tackle the mountain of material alone.

You understood, of course, but the absence of their familiar company left a quiet void, a shift that made focus harder to grasp. So, determined to shake things up, you headed to the small diner near your house, hoping a change in scenery might do the trick.

But as you flipped through page after page, it quickly became clear that studying solo wasn't working. Every term seemed to slip right through your mind without someone there to quiz you, and with a frustrated grunt, you pressed your palms to your eyes, trying to force the information to stick.

“Easy there, miss pretty”

The familiar, soft voice brought an instant smile to your face. You looked up to see Jeongin’s warm grin, his presence like a balm to your fraying nerves.

“Tough day, love?” he asked, sliding into the seat beside you. “How did you know I was here?” you asked, still smiling.

“Saw your friend’s story. I was surprised she wasn’t with you, so I asked where you guys were. She mentioned you might be here, but I didn’t expect you’d be on your own. You could’ve called me, you know,” he said, gently rubbing small, comforting circles on the back of your hand.

“It’s okay, love. I didn’t want to bother you,” you replied, grateful for his presence. “I thought you were out with the guys. How was that, by the way?”

“It was fun,” he said, his smile stretching wider. “Chan hyung treated us to a meal after losing a game.” His expression was so infectious that you couldn’t help but smile back.

“But hey, are you good? Need any help?” he asked, brushing a few strands of hair from your face. You let out a small sigh.

“I’m struggling to quiz myself. Could you help me?” “Of course, baby. Hand over the flashcards,” he said, taking them from you and shuffling through.

He started quizzing you, his encouraging presence lifting some of the pressure as you worked through each answer. Yet, the growing pile of topics left to study loomed large, and you felt your frustration creeping back.

By the time you missed the last answer, a frustrated huff escaped your lips as you fought back the sting of tears.

“Hey, hey. Let’s take a break, okay?” he murmured, his thumb soothing over your knuckles. “You’re doing great. You just need to breathe.” “No,” you insisted, shaking your head.

“Let’s go through them again, from the start. I can get it right.” You handed the flashcards back to him with determination. Jeongin looked ready to protest, but then—right on cue—your stomach growled, loud and insistent.

The two of you froze, then burst into laughter, the tension breaking in an instant.“See?” he chuckled, shaking his head fondly. “You’re just hungry. Let’s get you some food. I’ll buy you anything you want.”

“I’m so lucky to have you,” you said, eyes misting with emotion.“We’re both lucky,” he replied softly, gently wiping away a stray tear before pressing a warm kiss to your cheek.