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jungkookslipring · 6 days ago
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jungkookslipring · 24 days ago
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Stray Kids Kinktober Day 8
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Stray Kids Kinktober Masterlist
Breeding - Bang Chan
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Summary: Your family’s yearly vacation is here and once again, you’re single. To avoid having your dating life be poked and prodded by your relatives, you decide to turn your best friend for a little help. Everyone already knows him! What’s the worst that could happen if he pretends to be your boyfriend for the week?
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“It’s going to be a disaster,” you lament, leaning your head back over your couch. Your coffee mug gripped tightly in your hand.
A random movie is playing on your TV, but neither you nor your best friend are paying attention.
“It will not,” Chan chides and nudges your arm with his elbow.
He sips his own drink slowly, watching you throw your arm over your eyes.
“Yes it will! Every year my family goes on this vacation to the mountains, and every year I’m reminded that I’m the only single adult in the family.”
You sigh.
“You’re not the only single one, what about your cousin?”
“He started dating someone about a month after last year’s vacation. They’re still together, so she’s coming on the trip.” Your tone switches to something less dramatic. “She’s lovely, by the way, you’d like her. Very friendly.”
Chan laughs. “So, you’re single and alone there, what’s the worst that could happen? It’s your family. ”
“They make fun of me the whole time! And if I do anything my mom doesn’t like, she’ll go ‘this is why you don’t have a boyfriend, Y/N.’ Ugh!”
“Aren’t there only four ‘older’ cousins?”
“Yes, and I’m the only single one above the age of seventeen. I’m twenty four and I am going to die alone.”
Your arm drops from your eyes and you stare up at the ceiling.
The air in your apartment is warm and comfortable. Candles burn on the table beside you, filling the house with a pleasant warm cinnamon scent.
It was always one of Chan’s favorites.
“How long until the trip?” he asks.
“Next weekend.”
“Not enough time for a dating app, huh?”
You force a laugh. “No. Can you imagine? ‘Coffee was great! You wanna come on a week-long vacation with me and my giant, loud family?’ They would run for the hills.”
“Your family is great and you know it.”
“I know, they’re just… obnoxiously close, that’s all. I love them, don’t get me wrong.” You motion your arms up to the ceiling wildly in an exasperated movement. “But if I need to listen to my aunt nitpick my appearance in passive aggressive ways to ‘help’, I might kill myself.”
Chan takes a long sip of his drink. “They’re not that bad.”
You roll your eyes. “They love you so much, what would you know? Every time I bring you around them I always get tons of questions afterwards about you. I think my cousin is in love with you.”
“Which one?”
“Lily.”
“She’s twelve.”
“Twelve and in love with you.”
Both of you sit in silence for a moment. Chan’s attention slides back to the TV. He’s looking at it, but he’s not absorbing what’s really playing.
Same with you, you’re too busy wrapped up in your thoughts when an idea hits you all of a sudden.
“That’s it!” you yell, sitting up straight. Your voice startles Chan and he almost spills his drink all over your couch.
“What? What’s it?” he asks quickly, checking his pants to make sure nothing spilled.
“You can come with me!”
“You want me to go on your family’s yearly vacation in place of a boyfriend?”
“I want you to come on my family’s yearly vacation as my boyfriend.”
Chan’s head snaps over to you, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped. You’re already looking at him with pleading eyes.
“Please, Chan!” you beg before he has a chance to say no. “Please, please, please!” you repeat over and over again.
Placing your coffee on the table, you crawl closer to him on the couch, begging over and over again.
“They already love you so much! It would be so easy ! Plus, it’s all expenses paid! It’s a free vacation to a lake house in the mountains with your best friend!”
“Felix isn’t going.” Chan teases.
You whine and grab his free hand. “No, me! Your best friend! Pretty please Chan! I’ll owe you big time!”
He stares at you for a long moment, thinking it through in his head. You’re staring at him with big, pleading, sparkly eyes. He’s never been able to say no to that look.
He sucks his teeth, head cocking to the side for a second. The hand in yours twitches and he holds it, like a faux-shake.
“Fine,” he says. “But, you owe me dinner.”
Squealing, you throw your arms around his shoulders.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He wraps his beverage-free hand around you and hugs you back. “You’re seriously the best, thank you!”
“I know, I know. Now can we please finish the movie?”
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The trunk to your car slams shut, Chan dusts his hands off and then rests them on his hips.
“You look like a dad,” you tell him while coming up to the car with your backpack slung over your shoulder.
“A dad who packed the trunk of your car perfectly.” He eyes the backpack on your shoulder. “That goes in the backseat. I’m not opening the trunk again.”
Giggling, you open the backdoor and toss it in.
“Can you drive?” you ask, batting your eyelashes. “You know how much I hate driving.”
Chan sighs and holds his hand out for the keys.
“You’re the best!” you cheer and toss them to him.
“Yeah, you keep saying that.” Chan rolls his eyes and ducks into the driver’s side of the car. “Do you have the address?”
You duck inside the car and start typing on your phone. “I should have it in my texts, one sec.”
Scrolling through your phone, you try to find the text that your aunt sent you with the address. Your family has rented the same AirBnb every year since you were fourteen and yet you could never remember the address of the place.
As you’re searching for it, a phone call from your mom comes in.
“Oh, hold on.” You say to Chan and hit the answer button.
“Hey, ma!” you greet into the phone.
“Hey, sweetie! Are you on your way yet?”
“We just got into the car, actually. We’re about to leave.”
“I thought you would’ve left an hour ago.”
“Chan got held up at work, actually. Not his fault.”
At the mention of his name, Chan perks up and looks over at you, listening to the phone call intently.
“Ah, gotcha. I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me you two finally started dating.”
“Yeah, well, it’s still kinda new,” you lie through your teeth. You look up and make eye contact with Chan. “We only became official about…”
His eyes widen and he looks around panicked. Quickly, he holds up three fingers.
“About three week-”
He moves about wildly.
“Months! Three months ago! Sorry, I’m a little distracted putting all the bags in the car.”
Chan reacts to your lie comically, his chin jutting forward, head cocking to the side. You wave him off silently. Your mother doesn’t seem to clock your panic about the situation.
“I always saw how the two of you looked at each other, it was only a matter of time, really.”
A blush crawls up your neck and turns your ears and cheeks red. Chan looks down at his lap and coughs nervously, a blush of his own making its way onto his skin.
“Anyway, we better get going, mom! You know how talking on the phone while driving is illegal and all.”
“Make Chan drive! He’s the boyfriend.”
“You’re so right… And he should do so without putting up a fuss.”
Chan motions down to himself, as if to say ‘I’m already the one in the driver’s seat’. You wave him off again, trying to focus on your mother’s voice.
“Okay, okay, I’ll see you soon, but I expect some questions to be answered when I see you, Y/N!” Her voice is teasing, but it makes your blood run cold.
“Of course, mom. I’ll talk to you later, okay? Bye, love you!”
You don’t give her a chance to answer you before you hang up.
The silence in the car is so loud, the air is so still.
“So,” you say slowly. “We need to come up with a backstory, huh?”
“It seems so.”
Another bout of silence.
Neither of you are looking at each other, you’re both facing forward, staring out the windshield.
“I’ll uh… find the address.”
“Yeah.”
You clear your throat awkwardly and scroll through your phone. Chan waits a second before starting the car.
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Chan turned one of the final corners of the trip onto the street.
“Our first date?” he asks.
“Coffee at the cafe by my apartment.”
“Second date?”
“Movies, we saw Barbie. We went out to eat afterwards. A diner.”
“When did we become official?”
“Three months ago. May 6th. You asked me after our third date.”
“And?”
“You kissed me at my door.”
“Good.”
You both pause for a moment.
“How come I can’t be the one that kissed you?” you tease him.
Chan laughs out loud and turns the car into the driveway. “As if you would ever make the first move.”
You look at him incredulously. “I so would! You’re the one who gets too nervous to do anything. I say I kissed you, not the other way around.”
“No way, I kissed you.”
Chan puts the car into park.
“Absolutely not. I kissed you first.” you reply.
“Keep dreaming. I walked you to your door, we stood there and talked for a minute. You went to walk inside, but I stopped you and kissed you.”
You unbuckle your seatbelt.
“No, after we talked, there was an awkward silence and I could see how nervous you were and how you kept looking at my lips. So, I took the first step and kissed you.”
Grabbing the door handle, you wrench it open before Chan could issue a rebuttal again.
He calls your name from inside the car and lets out a loud groan afterwards.
“You can’t have all the firsts, now can you?” you call back, walking around to the trunk.
The front door to the house rips open and two of your little cousins come tearing out of the house with happy smiles.
“Y/N! Y/N!” they both call out, sprinting up to you.
Leaning down, you scoop both of them up into a hug with both arms, giving them an equally excited hello. Both of them hug you tightly.
They’re five and nine years old, girl and boy– the youngest of the cousins.
“Look who else I brought with me,” you giggle and look over at Chan, who was watching you from the side of the car. The door still opened, his arm leaning on the top.
Both of their tiny gazes turn towards him and just like that, you’re forgotten about.
“Chan!” They both cheer and run at him full tilt.
He wraps both of them up in his strong arms and picks them off the ground.
“Hello, you two!” he coos and gives them both kisses on their heads.
Something twinges within your heart seeing him interact with the two of them that way, it goes through you like an arrow. His brown eyes are so warm and sparkly holding your two little cousins close to him.
A genuine, bright smile pulled across his beautiful face.
Chan steps away from the car and puts them on the ground, they both complain. “Come on, I need to help Y/N with the bags. I wouldn’t be a good boyfriend if I made her carry them all by herself.”
Your heart thuds again. Boyfriend.
The two kids groan and give in, running back into the house, telling everyone of your arrival.
Chan watches them for a moment before turning to look at you with a sheepish smile. You smile back and knock twice on the hood of your car.
“Come on then, boyfriend. These bags won't carry themselves.”
He laughs and grabs the bags from the trunk, arguing with you when you try to lift some of the heavier bags. Well, you weren’t going to argue about carrying something if you didn’t need to.
The cold air conditioned house was a familiar sight when you walked through the front door. One of your aunts was near the entrance when you first came in.
“Y/N, Chan, you’re here! We have you both in the room down here, I hope that’s okay.” she says, pointing to the room down the hall. It’s one of only three bedrooms on the first floor.
“Yeah! That’s totally fine, thank you.”
You smile and walk to the room, dropping your bags down on the bed.
The singular bed in the room.
Chan follows you inside the room with your bags, plopping them down on the floor by the door. You turn to look at him, he’s staring at the bed, most likely thinking the same thing that you are.
He closes the door behind you both.
“I didn’t think about this part.” you say quietly just in case someone was outside the door.
He shrugs. “Just don’t hog the blankets,” he jokes. Chan brushes it off so easily.
What you don’t know is his heart is racing just as much as yours is. His mouth has gone completely dry and he had to gulp down some nerves before jesting with you.
It’s just a bed, right? Both of you can share a bed, no problem. Not at all.
The two of you have fallen asleep on the couch together before. But, it’s not quite the same as sharing a bedroom for the next week.
“I didn’t think you would need any blankets since you’re a human space heater.” You open your one bag and pull out a few smaller things.
“You’re just jealous because you’re cold all the time.” Chan stands on the other side of the bed, plugging his phone charger into the wall.
“I’m not cold all the time.”
“You’re in a sweatshirt and it’s eighty five degrees outside.”
“We had the air conditioning on in the car.”
There’s a few knocks on the bedroom door. “Dinner!”
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Contrary to what you both originally thought, your family did not grill the two of you interrogation style about your relationship. Instead, you were met with a lot of “It was only a matter of time”.
Each time one of your family members said something along those lines, both you and Chan would grow extremely shy, faces flushing and hearts racing.
Dinner was held in the back room attached to the large kitchen, a long dining table sat in the room, benches full of your family members lined it.
There were so many of you: eight cousins, three aunts, two uncles, two parents, one sister, one brother in law, one grandmother.
This was not the first time Chan had been around your extremely large family, not at all. He’s around you all the time, especially when he can’t go home to Australia for holidays. You always invite him to your family celebrations, and each time he’s more than thrilled to be there.
Everyone was so happy that he was there; part of you thinks they’re happier to see him than you.
Dinner came and went, it was filled with laughter and stories, like it usually is. Your dad and his brothers all teased one another, bringing up stories of being young in the 70’s and 80’s.
“Let’s do a movie night!” One of your younger cousins turns to her older brother. “You’ve been promising me that we would watch Star Wars.”
“You want to watch Star Wars tonight?” he replies.
“Yes, please! Cousins movie night!" She cheers and grabs her plate. “We can set the couches up like last year!”
Chan leaned over and whispered in your ear, “Movie night?”
“There’s a den upstairs with a couple couches, we push them together to make a giant bed and all watch movies at night. Very common L/N Family Activity on vacation.” you answer, leaning closer to him. “The adults usually go to bed and all the cousins watch movies.”
“Sounds exciting.”
Both of you chuckle and smile at one another. His dimples showing. You two seem to be in your own little bubble.
Chan’s leaning so close his body heat is radiating through your clothes. The fabric of his shirt is brushing against your bare arm.
“You’ll find that there’s a certain schedule to each day, breakfast, play down at the lake, lunch, back to the lake, get ready for dinner, eat dinner, movie time.”
“I think I can get used to that.”
“You better.”
A throat clears by you. Your aunt is looking at the two of you with a playful smile. “Are you both going to help clean up or what?”
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“Dibs on sitting next to Y/N!” One of your little cousins calls out after you all finished pushing the couches together.
“No, I want to sit next to her!” Another yells out.
The youngest runs up and throws his arms around your hips, hugging you close to him. Both arms don’t make it around you all the way.
“No, me!”
You laugh and ruffle his hair. He holds you tighter and it knocks you off balance slightly.
“Come on, hon, you got to sit next to me at dinner, let someone else have a turn.” you coo down to him.
“No!” he pouts and hugs you tighter. You grimace and try to pry his arms off you.
Chan comes out of nowhere and picks your cousin off the ground in one fell swoop. “How about me, huh?” he teases and tickles your cousin with his one free hand.
Your cousin starts giggling like crazy.
“Don’t I get to sit next to my girlfriend?” he jokes and tickles him even more.
The biggest smile stretches over your face, heart warming once more.
Chan drops your cousin onto the couches, he bounces a bit, still laughing.
The tickle torture continues now that both of Chan’s hands are free. Giggles turn into cackles.
No matter how hard you try, you can’t fight the smile on your face and the feeling that stirs in your stomach. Are you ovulating? You have to be. There’s no other explanation for the flutter within your chest.
He just looks so natural like that. The teasing looked adorable.
It wasn’t until one of your older cousins came into the room before your gaze was taken away from Chan.
“Lovesick, eh?” he says in your ear.
“Oh, shut up.” You hit him in the arm.
“I know that look anywhere, Y/N. You can’t fool me.” He laughs and then walks to take his spot on the big couch huddle with his girlfriend.
Chan picks your little cousin up by the ankle and starts dragging him around. Both of their laughter was music to your ears.
“Okay, okay! Move time!” You call out to the two of them. Chan looks over at you immediately with the goofiest grin on his face.
Your little cousin groans.
“Give me my boyfriend back,” you tease and climb onto the couch.
After several minutes of figuring out seating and finding the movie on the TV, everyone was finally settled.
Chan sat directly next to you, his arm on the back of the couch behind you. Both of your legs stretched out in front of you and a shared blanket draped over you both.
The opening title sequence of Star Wars starts playing and silence falls over your cousins for the first time since you got there.
Absent-mindedly, Chan’s fingers lightly brush over the skin of your exposed shoulder from behind you. They trace small shapes lightly.
You can’t even focus on the movie in front of you, Chan’s touch is too distracting.
Your sister and her fiance sat on the other side of you. She leaned over and whispered in your ear about twenty minutes into the movie.
“You can cuddle with your boyfriend, you know.”
A flush crawls up your neck. “Yeah, of course I know that. I just didn’t want to–”
Chan must’ve heard her, his hand closes over your shoulder and brings you closer to him. Your body turns into his, head tucked underneath his chin. His body warmth seeps into you as soon as you press into him.
The cherry on top is when he presses a kiss to the crown of your hair before resting his chin on top of your head. A shockwave of goosebumps ripples through your body.
Thinking you were chilly, Chan wraps his other arm around you and holds you even closer.
Well, if he’s playing the part.
You intertwine your legs with his underneath the blanket. His heart jumps in his chest and he has to fight the urge to press another kiss into your hair.
Chan knew he was pushing his luck with the first one, but it just felt so natural, he couldn’t help himself. Every single time the two of you touch, he instinctually takes it further into a romantic zone.
Previously, he would restrain himself from advancing these moments with you, but now? He doesn’t need to hold himself back. He can let his body react naturally.
The movie continues on, whenever a younger cousin would ask any questions about the movie, one of the older kids would answer.
Whenever Chan was the one to answer, his voice would rumble deep within his chest. The later it got, the raspier it sounded.
Throughout the movie, you both just got more and more tangled up underneath the blanket. You slid an arm around to rest your hand on Chan’s chest; fingers mindlessly playing with the fabric of his t-shirt.
Chan melted into your touch so easily.
In all the years you’ve been close friends, you’ve never been this level of a human pretzel while hanging out. He’s relishing every moment of it. Your shared body heat mingling is intoxicating to him.
He’s such a tactile person, physical touch is definitely his love language.
Chan can’t remember a time he was ever this cozy while watching a movie.
One of his hands moves from your shoulder and into your hair, running his fingers through the strands gently.
Every muscle in your body relaxes when he starts scratching at your scalp lightly. His soft exhales puff out on your head. Normally, this would bother you, but instead you find it soothing.
Both of you were fighting against your eyelids towards the end of the movie. The little kids fell asleep about ten minutes before the credits rolled.
Chan squeezes you tighter for a moment before whispering into your hair, “Time for bed.”
Your heart squeezes. “I gotta help get the little ones to bed.”
“I got it,” he answers. “Go wash up and get to bed. I’ll be downstairs in a few.”
Words can’t even describe how much your heart melts at his words.
Pull it together, Y/N. He’s your fake boyfriend for the week, remember? Not your real one.
It’s Chan – Bang Chan. The same guy who held your hair each time you drank yourself sick in college. The guy who camps out at your dining room table to work because he claims the Wi-Fi is better at your apartment.
Nevertheless, you peel yourself off of him, untangling your limbs and sitting up.
“You’re the best,” you say to him with a sleepy smile.
“I know.”
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Sunlight streams in through the bedroom window and the air conditioning unit continuously hums in the room.
A strong arm squeezing tighter around your body is what drags you out of dreamland.
A searingly hot body is pressed flush against the back of yours; legs tangled up, back to chest, soft exhales blowing into your hair lightly.
The haze of sleep still has your mind in its grip. All you know in that moment is that it’s so cozy, so warm, so nice that you can’t help but press your body backwards into that serene clasp.
The arm tightens again and brings you even closer.
A nose nuzzles further into the back of your head.
Chan, it’s Chan behind you.
You should care. You should be prying his arm off your waist and scooting over away from him.
But you don’t want to. It’s too nice.
It’s so peaceful, you’re about to drift back to sleep when the sound of two separate footsteps run towards your bedroom door.
They’re so loud, it rips you from sleep and you tense up, preparing for impact.
Your bedroom door is practically flung open.
Chan jolts against your body at the noise, his eyes snap open, arm tightening around you even more in a protective manner.
He has about two seconds to get his bearings before both cousins leap onto the bed, yelling at you both to wake up.
Chan releases you and turns over onto his back with a deep groan.
You groan and squint your eyes closed, bringing the covers up over your head.
“Noooo…” you moan out.
Chan laughs and grabs one little cousin closely, hugging her close to his chest. “Are you in here to sleep in bed with us? I sure hope so since it’s still soooo early.”
She giggles and tries to fight against his strong arms. “No!” she cackles. “You have to eat breakfast so we can go swimming down at the lake!”
Your other, more calm, cousin squirms underneath the covers and cuddles up to you. Slinging an arm around him, you keep your eyes closed and try to let your mind drift off again.
This is not the first time he’s done this, and it most likely will not be the last. It breaks your heart thinking about the year he feels like he’s too old to do this.
Chan is practically wrestling with your cousin next to you. She squeals when he turns on his side with her encased in his arms.
“Chaaan!” she giggles.
After a few moments, he lets her go and she clambers off the bed.
“Come on, Chan! Come sit next to me at breakfast!” She pulls on his hand closest to the edge of the bed.
He laughs and turns his head to look at you. You’re fast asleep again with your younger cousin asleep in your arms.
Chan’s heart slams against his ribcage and his stomach does a cartwheel.
Your sleeping face is so peaceful, and the way your little cousin has the same hair color as you had the cogs in his mind turning.
What if that was your kid in your arms, not just a cousin?
What if it was his?
His eyes flicker all over your face.
Something stirs in his mind, shooting down his spine. If it wasn’t for your other little cousin yanking on his arm over and over again, probably would’ve watched you for a few more moments, allowing his mind to roam into dangerous territory.
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“You’re staring.” Your aunt sits next to Chan with a plate full of food.
He’s camped out on the back porch of the cabin. It overlooks the wooden stairs that lead down to the dock hanging over the lake.
You’re lounging out on a floaty, pina colada in your hand– courtesy of him. He had walked it down to you only a few moments ago.
When it was announced that it was lunch time, you told Chan you wanted to work on your tan without worrying about your cousins splashing you every five seconds.
Maybe making you a frozen drink was just an excuse to see your face light up when he brought it to you. Maybe it was an excuse to watch the water droplets slide over your body up close.
Chan clears his throat and tears his eyes off your lazing form. Clearly, he’d been caught staring at your bikini clad form.
She nudges his arm playfully. “Don’t be embarrassed, it would be weirder if you didn’t stare, you know.”
Your family can be so crass sometimes.
Chan laughs and takes a bite of the sandwich on his plate. “It’s just nice to see her relaxing for once.”
“Has she been working herself into the ground again?”
“She never stops.”
Your aunt nods and looks back down at you before taking a bite of her own food. “Also helps that she looks good in that bathing suit.” She pauses. “Damn, your kids will be good looking.”
Chan chokes on his bite of food, his body jerks forward and he slams his fist into his chest to try and get it down.
Your aunt pats him on the back a few times, laughing at his expense.
“What?” She questions with an evil chuckle. “Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it.”
“We’ve only been together for three months,” he wheezes out, still hitting his chest. The clump of food is sitting in his throat.
“And?”
“It’s too early to think about stuff like that,” he lies through his teeth.
You’re not even his. You’re not. This week will end and you’ll have to go back to just being best friends.
He’ll have to pretend that he wasn’t fake sleeping for the last hour before you woke up just to have his arms around you for a little while longer.
“Please.” Your aunt rolls her eyes and goes back to her food when another family member joins the table.
Chan takes a long swig of water before letting his eyes flicker to you once more. Your free hand hangs down in the water, head tilted back to dip into the cool lake, exposing your long, beautiful neck.
In his swim trunks, his cock twitches and he takes an even bigger drink of water.
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The torture continues endlessly for the two of you.
It’s the fourth night when it’s just you and Chan left awake.
Rain is pouring against the windows outside, the fireplace is lit, TV playing something in the background.
“I’m never going to get to bed.”
“I told you that you shouldn’t have had coffee with dessert,” you tease Chan, nudging his arm.
“Your uncle offered me a cup and I panicked.”
“You don’t even like coffee.”
“I know!” He whined.
You laugh at his expense. “Come on,” you tug on his arm. “You promised you would play pool with me.”
“When did I say that?”
“Literally this morning!”
“Fine, fine.”
He allows you to pull him off the couch with a dorky smile on his face. He loves giving you a hard time for no reason at all.
The pool table sat in the front room, just a few steps away from your bedroom.
Every time the two of you had gone to play pool, other family members would get in the way and pull one of you two in another direction.
Tonight was really the first night you both had to yourselves.
“You break,” you tell him once everything is set up. He nods and lines up his shot. After a second, he hits the cue ball perfectly into the cluster and all the balls scatter along the table, but nothing sinks into the pocket.
“Pity,” you tease him.
“Pity,” he repeats, mocking your tone.
Laughing, you bend over and line up your own shot. From across the table, Chan watches your form bend over, his lip pulling between his teeth mindlessly.
You hit the ball and sink one in.
With a cheer on the quieter side, you look at him with a smirk. He rolls his eyes playfully as you line up another shot.
The game continues just like this for a bit. Both of you going back and forth, missing most shots, but also nailing some good ones.
You’re tied at the end, racing to try and sink the 8-ball before the other person.
Leaning over the table right in front of him, you try and set up your aim.
“Wait,” Chan says quietly before you can pull the pool stick back to take your shot.
He leans down over you, pressing his back into yours, arms coming around you. He guides your aim to hit the cue ball differently.
The entire time, your heart rate is increasing exponentially.
“Just a bit more to the left,” he whispers in your ear. Chills rip down your body and you gulp. His voice sounds so low and sensual.
His hand over yours adjusts with tiny, miniscule movements. He keeps changing the aim a bit to the left, then a bit to the right, like he’s prolonging the contact.
Behind you, his hips are pressed into yours. It’s taking every ounce of willpower and control for him not to get hard in his sweats.
Especially, since in this position, he potentially could–
“Pull back,” he rasps. You follow his instructions immediately. He helps guide the pool stick back, hesitating for a moment. His chest inflates with a deep breath.
He breathes in the smell of your shampoo.
“Shoot,” he exhales.
With his guidance, you both shoot the ball, standing up quickly to watch it bounce off the 8-ball and then sinking into the corner pocket.
You cheer and jump up, turning around to face him directly.
“Take that!”
When you turned to face him, he hadn’t backed away yet. You’re practically nose to nose with Chan. A gasp catches in your throat from his proximity.
And yet, he still doesn’t back away. He continues to stare at you, his eyes dart from yours, down to your lips, then back up to your eyes again.
“Y/N,” he breathes out.
You swallow nervously and hold his eye contact.
Chan’s jaw clenches once, his hands ball into fists at his sides. Every single ounce of constraint is being tested within his body right now.
Cracks are going up the dam of his self control.
You’re not moving away; why aren’t you moving away from him?
He watches your eyes flicker down to his lips once and that’s all it takes for his mind to snap.
Chan lunges forward, grabbing your face with both of his hands and smashing your lips together. You let out a surprised noise against his mouth, your pool stick clattering to the ground.
Every bit of pent up aggression from the last few days is poured into the first kiss.
His hands aren’t on your face for long. He can’t keep still, sliding them all over your body; into your hair, down your sides, grabbing your hips, he’s everywhere.
“Fuck,” he growls against your lips. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Y/N. Shit.”
Even though he’s apologizing, he can’t stop himself. He can’t stop slotting his lips over yours, devouring your very being.
Chan’s eyebrows are pinched together painfully. He’s pinning your body against the pool table with his hips.
You grab at his shirt and pull him closer.
“Shut up,” you say in between heated kisses.
“But I–”
“Shut up.” Your tongue runs over his bottom lip and his mind whites out. Every rebuttal fell from his mind, through the floor and into the Earth.
You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his face even closer to yours as he licks into your mouth. With each turn of your heads, your noses brush against one another.
Chan runs his hands down your body and grabs underneath your thighs, picking you up and placing you on the pool table.
Your legs part and he stands in between them, never leaving your lips once.
As he runs his hands up your legs, he squeezes your bare thighs every few inches. It makes your core clench and body tingle.
Your fingers run up through his hair, grabbing tightly and pulling. Chan moans into your mouth and moves his hands to grab at your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt.
“Chan,” you whisper on his lips. He responds with a grunt. “Need you.”
God.
His hands fly to your legs again, grabbing you by the knees, he yanks your hips forward. Your clothed core comes into direct contact with his erection.
“I can give you exactly what you need, baby.” he nips your lip with his teeth. “I can take good care of you, yeah?”
Trailing his fingers up, he toys with the waistband of your shorts. At the same time, he moves his kisses down your neck. You tilt your head back to give him more access.
“Wanna take these off, babygirl?” he moans when you roll your hips into his.
“Yes, please.” you hiss in response.
Lifting your hips, he grabs the fabric and slides it down your legs, tossing them onto the floor with the forgotten pool stick.
Kisses trail lower and lower down your neck as he lowers to the ground.
Chan pulls away to kneel onto the ground.
His eyes are heated and strong when they meet yours. A dark scarlet color covers his cheeks and down his neck, disappearing into his sleeveless shirt.
Both of his hands grab at your thighs when he looks down at your glistening cunt. You’re absolutely soaking wet by now.
Since the moment he helped you line up your shot, you felt your panties dampening.
Wasting no time, Chan leans forward and runs his tongue from the bottom of your slit all the way up to the top, swirling around your clit and sucking gently.
Your hand flies up to cover your mouth, the other rests on the table behind you to keep your balance.
He repeats the action again, this time with more fervor and you squint your eyes shut, head tossing back from the pleasure that rips down your spine like a zipper.
Chan’s hands tighten around your thighs, eyes staring up at you and studying each reaction closely.
You taste so fucking good. He can’t get enough of you. His tongue greedily scoops up your juices, licking around your clit to feel you grind into his face.
His cock throbs with each moan, each whine that makes it through your fingers held tightly over your mouth.
After one long suck on your clit, Chan dips his tongue inside you, licking at your walls. Your eyes roll back into your head, the hand over your mouth flies down to grip at his hair.
He can’t help but smirk into your folds.
Every single moan is music to his ears.
Slowly, he inches his fingers over and when he moves his tongue up to your clit, he slides a finger into you, immediately curling it up to hit that spongy spot inside you.
“Jesus fuck–!” you cry out as quiet as you can manage.
It doesn’t slip your mind that you’re quite literally in a house full of relatives who could wake up and come into the front room at any moment and see the two of you.
But the fear just adds an extra layer of arousal to you.
“Does that feel good, babygirl?” Chan mutters into your cunt. “Does it feel good to have my fingers inside you?”
He thrusts his finger in and out slowly, those brown eyes studying you like a predator studies prey.
You bite your lip, eyes closed, and nod your head.
Chan adds a second finger and your head tosses back again. He can feel you clench down hard on his fingers when he licks your clit in long, even strokes.
A thin sheen of sweat covers your body.
“Chan,” you whine.
“Yeah, baby?” he teases, licking up slowly, the pace of his fingers is equally as slow. But, regardless of the pace, he’s still coaxing you towards the edge of an orgasm. It’s building slowly, you can feel it in the pit of your stomach.
“Shit,” you buck your hips into his face when he does one particularly hard thrust.
“Use your words, little girl.” He bites your thigh and then goes back to your folds. You clench around him hard at the name.
How are you supposed to use your words when your voice keeps getting caught in your throat? When every time you think you can open your mouth, a sultry moan tumbles out.
“N-Need you,” you manage to strain out.
A devilish smile pulls at his lips. He begins to thrust faster with his fingers, licking your clit quicker.
“Need me?” He asks in between licks. “You need me?”
Veins are popping in your neck from straining to keep your voice down.
“Yes, fuck!” You hiss out. “ I need you.”
In between his legs, Chan can feel his cock weeping with precum. His mind is so clouded with lust he can barely think straight.
Desperately, he wishes that you didn’t have to keep your voice down. He wants to make you scream.
Faster and faster he thrusts and licks at your soaking cunt, greedily tasting your juices.
Your thighs twitch on either side of his head the closer you get to your orgasm.
“Chan,” you grab his attention by yanking on his hair. He grunts and looks up at you through his lashes, lips still devouring you. “Inside, inside. I need your cock inside me.”
Your words go straight to his dick, he licks at your cunt a few more times before standing to his feet quickly to lock your lips together, fingers still buried inside you.
When you taste your own slick on his tongue, your eyes roll back in your head and you clench around him. Chan smirks into the kiss, curling his fingers up.
He’s relentless. Tongue sliding over yours, moans being eaten up by a greedy mouth while his fingers fuck into you.
With more strength than you thought you had, you pry Chan’s lips off yours by pulling his hair back.
“If you don’t fuck me in the next thirty seconds, I’ll pin you down and ride you until your cock can’t cum anymore.”
An exhale is punched from his chest. His mind whites out. Chan’s mouth drops open and his fingers stutter within you.
Did you really just say that? That sounds like a fucking dream.
“Babygirl,” he growls darkly. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”
Your eyes darken and you pull his hair again. “Fuck me until I can’t walk, Chris.”
Chan rips his fingers out of your cunt, grabs both of your hips and roughly pulls you off the pool table.
He fists a hand in the back of your hair and spins you around, shoving your head down, bending you over completely.
You’re lucky you had half a mind to put your arms out to rest your weight on your elbows.
Using his one foot, he knocks the inside of yours outwards to spread your legs even more.
“Fucking look at that,” he marvels, running his free hand up your ass and kneading a handful. After a second he reels back and brings his hand down with a painful smack.
Your one hand flies to your mouth to cover the squeak that you make.
“Bent over, soaking wet cunt just fucking waiting to take my cock.” His hand tightens in your hair. The other hand rips his sweatpants down to take his cock out. “What a good girl you are.”
Chan can’t remember a time he’s ever been this hard.
Casting a look over your shoulder, you look back at Chan. His eyes are blown out, lip pulled in a sneer as he fists his cock, staring directly at your fluttering walls clench around nothing.
“You wanna fill me up, Channie?”
His eyes snap up to yours with a predator-like stare. His hand stops pumping his own cock, hell, he even stops breathing.
Chan’s jaw clenches, every ounce of self control is being drained. How much more of this can he fucking take before he passes out?
“What?” His voice is so strained and hoarse.
Your eyes narrow and you wiggle your hips tauntingly. “Come on, Chan.”
Chan’s eyes darken. He fists your hair and shoves your face down on the table and slams his cock inside you.
Your mouth stretches open in a silent scream, but you don’t let the noise make it out of your body.
Chan’s eyes roll to the back. You feel so fucking good.
“Holy shit.” He moans out. “Jesus fuck you’re so fighting tight.”
He wastes no time, pulling his cock out to slam back inside you. Your back arches and hips press into his to meet his thrust.
Each sharp wave of pleasure shoots down your legs and into your toes.
Small gasps and whines make their way through your lips.
Chan leans down, yanking your hair back to pick your head up slightly. His face comes down next to yours.
“You like this, yeah?” He whispers harshly. Thrust after thrust slams against your cervix. “You like when it’s rough?”
Closing your eyes tightly, you keep your mouth shut, trying to nod with his hand so tightly wound in the crown of your hair.
“Better be quiet, then. Don’t want someone coming out and seeing you look like a cum hungry, whore.”
Over and over again he fucks into you.
After one harsh thrust, your mouth drops open and before you can moan loudly, Chan’s free hand covers your mouth tightly.
“Feels that good to have my cock inside you, huh? Can’t control that pretty mouth, you’re so fucked out.”
You whine and nod again. Nails digging into the felt of the pool table underneath you.
Hot, white pleasure is coursing through your veins. You’ve never been fucked like this in your life.
Chan leans down more and bites at the side of your neck, lapping at the skin and leaving small marks that will fade by the morning.
“You’re fucking lucky you have to be in a bathing suit in front of your family tomorrow. Otherwise I would leave my fucking mark all over you.” He bites, but doesn’t suck. “Make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”
Another whine is stopped by his hand.
“I have a better idea, babygirl.” He bites your earlobe, pace slowing down within you. Instead, he thrusts deeper, you can practically feel him within your gut. “I’m going to do exactly what you said, yeah? Fill you up? Make that pussy sloppy with my fucking load.”
Your hips jerk back into his to try and encourage him to pick up the pace. Chan only tightens his hold in your hair.
“You’re going to take whatever I give you, every last fucking drop. Even after I pull out, I’ll stuff you with my fucking fingers so nothing gets wasted.”
Arching your back, you press into him more.
“You want that, huh?” He growls, biting your ear. His pace picks up gradually, each thrust rougher and faster than the last. “You want my seed inside you?”
You nod pathetically.
“You want me to fuck a baby into you?”
His thrusts start growing erratic.
You never expected him to be this talkative during sex. But he hasn’t shut up once.
Another nod accompanied with a whine comes from you. You’re absolutely drowning in pleasure.
“Gunna carry my kids, got the fucking perfect hips for it, yeah? You’ll look so fucking hot all pregnant with our kids. Fuck.”
He’s so lost and fucked out, he can’t stop his mouth from running, spewing all his fantasies.
Moving his hand from your mouth, he trails it down to grab at your throat.
“Chan!” You moan out, licking your dry lips.
“Can feel you clenching, babygirl. You gonna cum for me? Gunna cream on my cock? Suck up my cum and hold onto it with this tight fucking pussy?”
“Yes yes yes yes.” You pant over and over again. “Kiss me, kiss me, please”
When you turn your head, your lips smash together.
The coil in your gut is seconds from snapping.
You bite Chan’s lip and pull back.
“Fuck me full, daddy.”
Every muscle in his body tensed and his thrusts turn into something animalistic. The hand in your hair is so tight your scalp is screaming.
“Say it again.”
��Fu-huck,” is all you’re able to manage.
“Say it again.” He barks in your ear. You’re not going to be able sit down tomorrow.
“Daddy.”
A bite to your neck.
“Again.”
“Daddy! Fuck me, daddy!”
“Holy shit.” He whines in your ear. Hearing you say that makes him feel fucking insane. His body is acting on its own.
With a few more thrusts both of you are thrown over the edge at the same time. Your cunt clenching around him so tight, Chan can barely breathe.
His cock spurts and sprays within you, painting your walls white.
Every single sensation feels so good you think you leave for body for a few minutes. Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.
His entire body is wrapped around yours. Grunts in your ear keep you grounded.
You feel so full.
Chan came inside you so much that it’s leaking out and dripping down the inside of your legs.
He pants heavily into your ear.
Releasing your neck, he lovingly runs his hand down your side, caressing your hip, massaging circles into the bone.
His hand slides around and cups your lower stomach tenderly.
Slowly, he unwinds his hand from your hair, kissing at the roots he’s been relentlessly pulling on. He scratches and rubs at your scalp to ease the ache.
But still, he hasn’t pulled out.
Chan kisses the top of your head and down to your face, kissing the cheek he’s able to reach.
You can’t catch your breath.
“Y/N,” he whispers into your hair.
You hum back to him, eyes still closed in bliss.
“I love you.”
Your heart jumps in your chest, Chan feels you clench around him.
“I love you too.” It falls from your lips so easily, like it’s been sitting there for so long, just waiting to be heard.
Both of your heads turn to kiss one another.
It’s so ungodly sweet for the events that just took place minutes ago.
His lips are so soft and plush, especially from being swollen from your steamy kisses.
Inside you, you can feel his cock twitch. Is he…?
Breathlessly, you pull away from his sweet kiss.
“Are you still hard?” you pant.
Sheepishly, he smiles and ruts into you. A moan catches in your throat.
“Babygirl, I’ve been waiting for so long to fuck you. It’s going to take a few times before I’m ready to call it a night.”
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jungkookslipring · 26 days ago
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hihi !! can i request lee yeosang and whoever u choose as the ler ??? i rlly love ur fics theyre so cute ❤️❤️❤️
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words: 560 tw: loads of praising, shy lee!yeosang, i hope you enjoy haha a/n: i died lee: yeosang ler: san taglist: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa this fic is about tickling, if it's not your cup of tea pls scroll!~
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"San?" Yeosang whispered meekly into the dark room.
"Hyung? What's up? Need something?" San asked, immediately jumping to his feet and walking over to the older in long strides.
In fact, Yeosang actually did need something.
He was feeling pretty down recently, seeing comments about their latest Crazy Form performances.
Yeosang knew that many people enjoyed his performance and commented on it a lot.
He knew tons of fans practically drooled over them and the way they performed, and he especially knew that there would always be that one person.
But it still hurt.
No matter how hard he tried to ignore them, they always came back.
So Yeosang went to the [arguably] biggest ler of the group, maybe some rough tickles would shape him up in no time.
"I just...maybe-I...I don't know, um...can you just t-tick..." He squeezed his eyes shut and hoped that the younger would piece together and finish his sentence for him, suddenly unable to say the word no matter how hard he tried.
Unfortunately for him, San didn't get it.
"Hm? What is it hyung? I don't understand..." He stood there with a very puzzled expression.
Then it hit him. His entire face lit up and he grasped the older's hands excitedly.
"Are you finally gonna let me tickle you?!" He squealed out, practically jumping on the spot.
"Um-uh...yes?" Yeosang flushed pink, trying to escape the embarrassing situation my hiding his face in his arms.
San, however, had other plans.
He pulled the older to the bed, noting how he didn't remove his hands from his face to try and stop him.
"So cute hyung~" San cooed, pinning his lee's hands under his torso.
San was aware that Yeosang had been facing a hard time lately, and he was probably expecting some rough tickles.
But how could San be rough now?
"Here, I have a challenge, hyung. I'm just going to tickle you riiight...here." He stated, scribbling over his victim's tummy and watching the boy jerk away and let out a precious giggle.
San resisted the urge to coo at the sweet boy.
"You gotta hold your giggles in...got that?" He confirmed, watching the older's eyes widen in shock.
There was no way he would be able to do that.
San began his merciless journey of scribbling lightly over Yeosang's belly, watching the boy turn 50 shades of red while trying his hardest to hold everything in.
"There there...you're such a good lee, hyung! Awe, i know...it tickles, right? But you're so good at this! You're doing such a good job." San cooed lightly, watching the wide-toothed, happy grin decorating Yeosang's face.
He hadn't seen it in a long time.
San couldn't help but grin along with his sweet hyung.
"Okay, okay, you won the challenge. You can laugh now." He scribbled into the older's belly and belly button, watching the once restrained giggles flow freely into the air, undisturbed and happy.
"ihihit tihihickles so bahahad!-" Yeosang let out, squirming lightly but never stopping the younger from working his fingers into his torso.
"I know, i know, there there. You're doing it so well, though! I love you, hyung."
"i lohohove youhuhu too!" The older giggled out, gasping for breath.
San finally let up on the torturous light tickling, rubbing at Yeosang's belly and cooing lightly.
"Let's sleep now, yeah? You need your rest."
"Yeah."
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dijjhdiuwf this was too soft for me @skznccmlee this one's dedicated to you and your love of praises 💜💜💜
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jungkookslipring · 26 days ago
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hello! omg u write for svt
could I request one with junhui and minghao? you can decide the order! thank you so much 🫶🏻
Hiii🫶🏻
I'm so sorry that you waited for so long. But I'm back and I will write more again. In 3 days in Germany is the summer break so I can write more again 😊
So I will be active again. I promise!😌💕
But now I hope you and the others like the fic I wrote to your request💕💕
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Cuddly incident
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Lee: Jun , Ler: Minghao
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It was a Wonderful Saturday night. Thr Members of Seventeen were in their rooms after an Concert wich was absolutely perfect. Minghao had decided to make a short Weverse live to connect with Carats again.
What Minghao didn't know was that his other Chinese friend was in an cuddly mood. What was unusual for Jun because skin ship was not his thing. Jun waited in his room because he didn't want to disturb Minghao and crash into his live but he couldn't wait. He wanted to cuddle. Like for real. So Jun made his way to Minghaos room and went silently inside.
Jun saw Minghao in his oversized Hoodie and sweatpants as he sat on a chair infront of his computer. He listened to him talk for a while until Jun was bored and crept behind Minghao and hugged him from behind. “Wh-What the-?” Minghao said a bit startled and looked behind him. As Minghao saw Jun he immediately smiled.
“Carats… Jun is here” Minghao giggled and motioned to Jun that he can sit beside him. Jun got a chair from the room and sat beside Minghao.
@Dimond_Life✨️: Jun! How are you?
@S..coups__: My favorite Seventeen Duo😊🥹
@Kitty-cat: The Concert was AMAZING!💖
“Im good Carats“ Jun said and smiled in the Camara. But Jun still was in a cuddly mood. Should he show it on that live? Carats could understand him and maby they find his behavior cute…Jun did it and put an arm around Minghaos shoulder for the start. Minghao smiled at Jun and turned to the Camara again to talk to Carats.
@Carat_For_Ever💕: is Jun in a cuddle mood? It’s cute🙈
@Sun-shine: Jun is definitely in a cuddle mood. Jun please don’t be shy. Cuddle Minghao if you want. It’s super cute!
@Scared_Cat🙀: Yes! Cuddle Minghao as long as you want. We don’t mind it😊
Jun read the comments and did what they say. He pulled Minghao in a big bear hug and had a big gummy smile on his face. Minghao didn't mind it. It was super cute for him that Jun was in such a cute cuddle mood. They hugged for quite a while but then Minghao got an idea. He knew what makes Jun even cuter. Minghao started to lightly scribble his hands on Juns side. Jun felt that and squirmed but it wasn't enough to make him giggle.
For Minghao was that extremely cute but wasn't really satisfied. His hands scribbled higher and higher on Juns sides until they were under Juns ribs. Minghao scratched lightly under Juns ribs and Jun let out a tiny but really cute squeal.
@General_Carat: Is Jun ticklish? How cute🥴😍
@Squid-Squid: That squeal was so extremely cute. Minghao try to tickle Juns armpits. Dk tickled him there once and Jun let out such cute giggles😌
@Kitty🤍: yes. Tickle Jun more!
Minghao reed all of the comments again and tried to tickle Jun in the armpits. He was still really gentle because he didn't want to make his friend uncomfortable but still firm so that it tickled. And @Squid-Squid didn't lie. As Minghao started to tickle Jun gently in the Armpits, Jun giggled super cute and broke the hug. “Nohohoho” Jun giggled and looked Minghao in the eyes. “Your to cute Jun”
Minghao smiled and kneaded lightly Juns sides. That made Jun squirm and giggled even more. “Ehehehehahhahaha” Jun couldn't speak but you could see that Jun was enjoying it. Minghao found that really cute that Jun enjoyed it to be tickled and tried to scratch juns tummy gently. As Minghaos fingers made contact with Juns tummy, Jun started to protect his tummy. “Nohohot mhyhy tuhummy“ Jun giggled.
Minghao didn't want to tease him with words so he just smiled and teased Jun with pokes all over his torso what makes Jun giggle uncontrollably.Jun tried to catch Minghaos hand but gave up. “Ehehehhehehehe” Jun giggled and he also decided to gave Minghao access to his tummy. Jun really enjoyed it to giggle and he trusted Minghao.
Minghao saw that Jun sat straight again and gave him access to his tummy. Minghao smiled and started to scratch Juns tummy lightly. Jun immediately starts to giggle and to squeak and he tried not to squirm. “Hahahahahahehehehe” Minghao thought and had an idea. He put his hand under Juns t-shirt and scribbled his hand on Juns soft tummy. What made Jun giggle even louder. “Thahahat fehehels behehether” Jun giggled and made squeaking noises.
@Dimond_life✨️: I can’t believe Jun likes to be tickled. That’s the cutest thing ever😭😍
@Lovey-dovey💕💕: that’s really the cutest thing ever🥹
Minghao started to tease Jun a little by scratching lightly in his bellybutton wich made Jun laugh out loud. Juns bellybutton was his weak spot but he still enjoyed it. “HAHAHAHEHEHE- THATS… TICKLISH” Jun screeched but dtill laughed cutely. Minghao smiled warmly and stopped and pulled jun into a bear hug. “You can always come to ke if you want to be tickled” Minghao Whispered and Jun blushed slightly as he nodded. Minghao and Jun were talking to Carats again and after a while they ended the Weverse live. After it Jun got again tickles and the cuddles he deserved…
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And I'm back again. So I will write more😌
If you want to request then you can do it. And a reminder that I also write for films/series. I made a post about it!🫶🏻
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jungkookslipring · 26 days ago
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i love your fics so so so much! could you do lee!hyunjin and ler!minho with prompts 3, 8, 40, and 59?
Thank you for your request, I'm sorry if it turned out a little messy, I wrote this one really late at night haha. I really didn't know how to finish this one but I Hope you like it!
Enjoy :)
3 - aww, you're blushing!
8 -  “can you stop laughing? i’m trying to talk to you. how rude!”
40 -  “come on, quit being stubborn and admit it!”
59 -  “you’ll never live this down.”
-------------------------------------------------------When stray kids were invited to do the famous lie detector test, Hyunjin thought it would be fun and interesting. He definitely didn't think it would end like it did.
"And lastly we have a question for our Hyunjin! Do you actually hate it when we give you physical touch?" Chan read up the last question from the little cards he had.
Hyunjin looked confused. "I mean, what kind of physical touch?"
"Just like, when we hug you I guess." Chan shrugged.
"Or I hold your hand randomly." Felix suggested.
"Or when I just stick to you~" Changbin joined in.
"Or when I hold you down and tickle you." Lee know shrugged, trying to bite back a smirk.
Hyunjin froze, he was hoping somone else will jump in now. He almost sighed in relief when Han opened his mouth, until-
"Wait that one is actually interesting."
Oh good god.
"Uhm... which one?" please not minho's. Please not minho's. Please not minh-
"Minho hyung's."
The members all looked at Hyunjin in anticipation,  and so he had no choice but to answer the question...
"I- uhm... no, i- I hate it." Hyunjin crossed his arms protectively,  trying to cheat the lie detector by attempting to trick his brain. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
"Lie." The guy checking his results (no idea what to call him.) Yelled out.
All the members were clapping and cooing excitedly. Hyunjin looked down shyly, hiding his face in his hands. When he felt brave enough, Hyunjin took one look at Lee know and then looked away again when he found the older one smirking at him.
The members finished off the interview by saying their goodbyes getting up and getting ready to leave. Hyunjin was still extremely embarrassed,  now not only his memebrs would know, but so would the entire world in just a few hours! It didn't really help when Han came up to him.
With a laugh, the younger boy said. “You’ll never live this down.”
Hyunjin growled something back at him and left with the rest of the members, making sure to sit as far away from the members (especially lee know) as he could when they entered the van driving them home.
Lee know noticed how hard Hyunjin was trying to avoid him, but only smiled at the effort, knowing he'll find the right time to torture Hyunjin with this new found information.
As the boys got back to the dorm Hyunjin was the first to leave the van, and the first to go into the dorm. He went to his room and closed the door, laying down on his bed, face burried in his pillows. The other members went to shower, eat, or just straight up crashed on their beds.
After a while of being alone in his room, Hyunjin heard a knock on the door. 'Here we go...'  He thought.
"Yah, it's me. Open up!"
Of course it had to be Lee know. "What do you want?"
"Just let me in!"
Hyunjin rolled his eyes. "The door is open."
Lee know threw the door open and walked over to Hyunjin's bed. He saw the boy sitting with his face burried in the pillows and sat right next to him on the bed.
"Oh come on, don't be so dramatic."
"I'm not!" Hyunjin complained.
"Oh of course you're not, my bad." Lee know teased, frowning when Hyunjin didn't even chuckle. "Hyunjin."
No answer.
"Hyunjin..."
Nothing.
"Hyun."
Crickets.
"HYUNJIN!" Lee know yelled with a poke to the younger boy's side.
A flinch.
"Ah, so you are alive after all. I was really starting to doubt that." Hyunjin kept throwing random pokes while speaking.
"H-hey! Sthahap..." Hyunjin broke into giggles.
"Are you mad?" Lee know questioned.
"I dohohont knhohow..." And it was true. Hyunjin was still trying to figure that out for himself.
"You don't know? Maybe I should help you understand what happened today better. See..." Lee know flipped Hyunjin around so that he lays on his back, and then brought his arms up next to his head. Telling him to keep them up only using his eyes. Lee know then lifted Hyunjin's shirt a bit, tracing slow circles around his belly button, the circles getting smaller and smaller. "By telling us how you feel today... now we all know that you like it, and we won't be afraid to do it to you even more than we already do~"
Hyunjin blushed. That did sound awsome, and also extremely terrifying. "But it's not just you guys! It's also stays... and everyone else, they will think it's so weird... and so do you guys..."
Lee know rolled his eyes. "Will you stop that? I can promise you nobody thinks its weird. Its adorable." He shrugged, starting on his circles again after hearing what Hyunjin had to say, causing the younger to jumped and almost bring his hands down.
"Dohohont- sthahap lyhihing!" Hyunjin fought himself to keep his hands up.
"I'm not lying! And also, you know you're happy it's out!"
It was as if Lee know could read his mind. "Ihihm nohohot!"
"Are too~" Lee know dipped his finger into Hyunjin's belly button,  causing the other to squeal and put his hands over Lee know's as an instinct.
Lee know glared at him. "You being those arms down one more time, see what happens."
Hyunjin was laughing too hard to even answer, as Lee know was now kneading his sides.
"STAHAHAP!" Or don't Hyunjin begged.
"I'll stop when you admit you're happy your secret is out."
"I DOHOHONT LIHEHE" more like, 'I don't want you to stop.'
Lee know chuckled. "Your choice." He started going around Hyunjin's neck and ears lightly, causing cute hiccups and giggles from the younger boy.
"I caahhant!"
"Oh have some faith in yourself. You can do anything." Lee know encouraged as he moved down to Hyunjin's hips, getting bored of playing nice.
"G- GAHAHAHAHAHAH! NOOOOOOHOHOHO" Hyunjin brought his arms down, shrieking in surprise when Lee know immediately brought them up again quickly, then repositioned himself so that he was now sitting on Hyunjin's wrists.
"IHIHIM GOHOHONA DIHIHIEEEEE-"
“come on, quit being stubborn and admit it!” Lee know laughed along with him.
Hyunjin let out a particularly cute squeal when Lee know dug into his armpits. "NAHAHAHAHA"
"You're so adorable!" Lee know grinned.
Hyunjin turned as red a tomato. "THHIHIHIS IS WEHIHRD"
"aww, you're blushing!" Lee know giggled, then turned serious. "This is not weird. I'm telling you Hyunjin, we all think it's adorable."
"YOUHU- LIAR!" Hyunjin accused.
Lee know rolled his eyes again. "Just listen to me for a second, but prepare yourself because it's gonna be sappy. We all love you anyways Hyunjin, and we couldn't find this weird even if we tried. The same thing about our fan's and everyone else you're worried about. This really isn't such a big deal."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAH" Was Hyunjin's answer.
“can you stop laughing? i’m trying to talk to you. how rude!” Lee know scolded, shaking his hands into Hyunjin' ribs.
"IHIHIM SOHOHORRY!!!" The boy was in hysterics.
"That's not what u want to hear~" The older taunted.
"F-FINE! IHIHIM HAHAHPPY!"
"Really? So glad to hear that! Why are you happy?" Lee know brought one hand all the way down to Hyunjin's thigh, the other managing to stay on his ribs. All the while still sitting behind Hyunjin' head.
"IHIHM HAHAPPY MYHYHY SECRET IHIHS OUHUT!"
Lee know stopped his torture and moved up to awkwardly pet Hyunjin's hair. "Are you okay?"
Hyunjin looked away. "More than okay..."
Lee know smiled, pulling out his phone to look at when ot kept vibrating with notifications. His smile only widened as he kept scrolling on his phone.
"What?" Hyunjin asked curiositly.
Lee know turned the phone down to where Hyunjin was still laying and kept scrolling down. "The video just came out, look at the comments."
'Best part of the video is Hyunjin liking physical touch. He's so 😫'
'HYUNJIN IS SO CUTE OMG'
'just when you think Hyunjin couldn't get any more adorable...'
'The glances between Lee know and Hyunjin, I just know Feret boy got wrecked when they got home 😭💚'
The comments just kept going, Hyunjin smile turned into a grin as he kept reading through them. When he was finally done he turned the phone back to Lee know. "Maybe it is okay."
"Of course it is." Lee know huffed and ruffled Hyunjin's hair affectionately.
Just then, the door opened up to reveal all the other members, who looked as shocked as Lee know and Hyunjin.
"Felix you were supposed to hold the door closed!" Seungmin scolded.
"It wasn't me! Jeongin slipped!" Felix pointed at I.N, who growled.
"Oh right. Blame the youngest! So fair!"
As they all continued to argue, Hyunjin cleared his throat loudly, making them all turn around to him. "Right... what are you all doing here?"
"We came to see if you were okay because you were quiet on the rode home, but then we heard you laughing and we heard Lee know hyung's voice. So we just decided to wait so we can also come be with you." Felix explained as he ran up to hug Hyunjin. The other members following closely, pulling the two boy's into a group hug on the bed.
"You know we don't think it's weird at all, right?" Chan made sure.
"Yeah... thank you." Hyunjin nodded.
"Of course. It's really not a big deal, okay?" Changbin nodded back.
"Yeah I see that now." Hyunjin replied,  melting to the feeling of the group hug.
"Should we stay like that-" felix started.
"No." Lee know cut him off, leaving the hug.
"Get back in there." Han commanded. "You love physical touch just as much as Hyunjin does."
"HANNIE!" talk about betrayal.
All heads slowly turned to look at Lee know.
"Ohhh... you guys didn't know? Lee know lovesss tickles..."
Hyunjin raised his eyebrows at Lee know. " I did wonder why you brought it up in the first place..."
Lee know crossed his arms, deciding to just accept his fate.
"Say Hyunjin... how would you feel about some revenge?" Chan questioned.
"Why I would love that!" Hyunjin answered excitedly.
And there they go right back to where they started...
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jungkookslipring · 26 days ago
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liar
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pairing: bangchan x f! reader
rating: sfw
tags: sharing a bed, just pure softness, cuddling, best friends to lovers, pining, confessions, tired chan
wc: i'm too lazy to count but idk it's probably 2k 😭(I'm definitely wrong)
your doorbell rings when it's close to midnight, its sound reverberating through every corner of your little apartment. your socked feet carry you from bed to the door on autopilot. you weren't sleeping, but you were nearly there.
you open up your front door and off-white light from the hallway spills shamelessly into your dark living space. Chan stands there, bag slung lazily across his shoulder, eyes droopy with sleep.
"they borrowed my place for a party i don't wanna be at," he declares. "I'm sleeping here."
he walks in without waiting for an answer, wrapping you in a quick, one-armed hug for a greeting on his way. his bag finds its place on your couch. he switches a couple of lamps on here and there and fixes a photo frame on his way to your bathroom with a towel and some clothes in hand.
you kind of like how it's so natural for him to be at your place. like he belongs here. like he could live here.
you wished he would.
you lay back in bed, shifting to a side, leaving the rest of the space for Chan. ever since you first cuddled up with him a few months ago, it became an unspoken rule between you to always sleep cuddled up when alone.
it was one of the best parts of your friendship with him. you could abandon every care in the world when he was around and just be. He was always there- gentle, warm, protective, kind. everything you wished for in a man.
everything you can't have.
it had been weeks since you had gone to bed without thinking of him. even in the face of extreme exhaustion and no contact, Chan never failed to slip into your thoughts. he needed to compensate you for all the nights you couldn't sleep just because he did something adorable during the day and you wouldn't stop thinking about it.
he needed to apologize for every time you accidentally called one of your friends by his name, just because he wouldn't leave your head.
and he needed to desperately make up for nights like these. nights when he would touch you and let you touch him, but never enough. there was always a weighted, invisible boundary you hated with all your guts. a burning line you couldn't cross.
so, over the days, you had learned to make peace with what you got, no matter how little. you had learned to make the most of his arms around you, the firmness of his torso pressed to your back, the warmth of his breathing behind your ear, his occasional sleepy rambling.
sometimes he said your name.
before you knew it, the mattress dips beside you, the familiar scent of Chan's shampoo filling up your senses. you came alive a little.
his arm slips across your middle, pulling you as close as humanly possible into the abyss that was his warmth. you could spend an eternity here without a syllable of protest falling from your lips.
“i don’t have a shirt on, is that okay?” he mumbles into your hair.
more than okay, you wanted to say but for the sake of the friendship you had spent years building, you resorted to a small hum. he usually slept barely clothed, but when with you, he always asked. he made sure never to cross any lines. he was cautious, reserved. too far.
“is everything okay?” you ask. “you usually do not turn down a chance to party.”
you feel him move behind you, long fingers fiddling with the thin fabric of your t-shirt. he yawns like a puppy.
“i’d had a busy day,” he begins. “i needed some sleep and you know how bad i am at getting to sleep alone...”
his knuckle accidentally brushes your navel. you shiver.
“…besides you weren’t there. i’ve missed having you around y/n, now that i see it.”
your skin flushes hot, lips involuntarily swelling into a smile. you turn your face into your pillow, determined to bury your happiness into the fluff.
“i’ve missed you too,” you confess.
his blunt nails graze against your flesh again, and you wonder how much of it was accidental anymore. could Chan tell? did he know how down bad you were for him?
“liar,” he whispers, squeezing your body lightly into his own.
he liked to do that, you had noticed. almost as if finding a way to inch closer, as if making up for the fact that there would always be some molecular distance between you no matter what.
or maybe you were just reading too much into it.
you place a hand over his own, fingertips drawing subtle lines into his pale skin, tracing the veins you stared at shamelessly in broad daylight.
“you really think i’d lie to you?”
“you wouldn’t?” he asks.
you turned around, facing him. your hand settles on his bare chest. you could feel his heart beat beneath your touch.
“no,” you confirm. “never.”
he smiles, his hair getting into his eyes as he puts his forehead against yours.
“okayyy,” he giggles. “tell me something then, since you claim to not lie.”
your heart picks up pace, hammering beneath your chest, and you were half afraid Chan might hear it. you swallow thickly, a small lump forming in your throat.
“yeah?”
his gaze wraps over you like a veil, clouding everything else just enough that he is all you can see.
"do you like me?" he whispers.
the question drops in your heart and sinks into your gut. you've been caught, red-handed. but you were so careful, so vigilant, looking but never for too long, complimenting him but being careful not to flirt, telling him you love him when he needed to hear it but taking care to conceal the love you felt.
you want to play it cool. you're scared of how it's going to go.
"duh," you say. "of course i like you, why else would we be friends?"
he clicks his tongue, a soft laugh escaping his lips. he drops a light kiss on your forehead and you sigh.
"you're not that naive," he states. "come on, I'll wait for you."
you feel your cheeks heat up. it gets harder by the second to stay still, not with chan's fingers rubbing warmth into your back, his face so close you could steal a kiss. he was no fool. he never had been. who did you think you were hiding from?
"i..." you begin, your mouth drying up. "yeah."
you feel his marble fingers slip under your chin. pressure, soft but commanding, forced you to look at him.
"you what, sweetheart?"
the endearment sent you spiraling. you squeeze his muscled shoulder, fingers digging into flesh.
"don't be an ass," you say. "i'm not gonna say it."
he chuckles. you watch his gaze move across your face, settle on your lips, and then back to your eyes again. you didn't want to think ahead of yourself.
you didn't want to break your heart.
he leaned in, his arm circling around your waist, his mouth leaving a soft kiss to your temple. you could die like this and it wouldn't be so bad.
"please," he whispers. "you said you'd be honest."
and who were you to turn down chan with his gentle voice and sturdy hands and body warmth and huge heart and ---? you could go on forever.
you grind your teeth together unconsciously, draw in a deep breath, and sigh. he knows you're giving in.
"i do like you," you admit finally. "so much more than a friend."
his palm slides up your back and finds your hair, long fingers gripping them and pulling you in. he smiles when he kisses you- mouth tasting of cinnamon and longing and want.
"fucking finally," he breathes. "you've got no idea how long i've waited for this."
you melt into a caramel puddle in his hands. you lean in again, pressing your lips onto his like he'd disappear, like this is all you've got.
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jungkookslipring · 27 days ago
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Because it's them
Lee Felix x fem! reader. 9th member.
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Summary: You and Felix get away with more than you should.
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The members of Stray Kids were weak when it came to you. You were Chan and Minho's baby. The two were always ready to buy you whatever you wanted, even when you said they didn’t have to. They do it because they want to. Being one of the youngest members, all the boys kind of treated you like a baby. Like a true Princess, you even had a tiara collection to prove it. Which was something you never really minded. 
With you and Felix dating, you had been deemed the ‘Royal Couple’ by everyone. The team called you that because every duet the two of you had together were very fairytale based. Stay had clung to the title as you were the group's Princess. Making Felix your Prince. The two of you were an adorable couple who could do no wrong. Bou sometimes you cause mischief together. Whilst Felix was the Angel of the group, you were the sweetheart. Both cute and innocent looking. You both tended to get away with stuff that the others may not.
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Chan couldn't help but smile as he watched you both from his seat.
You were suppose to be recording your lines. You and Felix were recording for the new duet song you were making together, based on Sleeping Beauty. The two of seemed to enjoy making very fairytale and fantasy esc music together. 
There were a few parts that you needed to sing together and Chan had suggested you record them together. So there you and Felix stood. Side by side with your headphones on. 
You had been recording you lines, and you had both been doing so well. However, you were both now getting distracted. Felix kept hugging you and poking you on your ticklish spot. You kept peppering his cheeks with kisses and simping over his voice.
Chan turned in his seat to look at Changbin who was beside him, and then at the rest of the group who were watching with smiles on their faces. 
No one said anything. They just let you both enjoy yourselves. Because why wouldn't they? You both were smiling brightly and your giggles and laughs were music themselves. So much so that they found their way into the actual song.
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All the way through the concert, you and Felix have stuck side by side. The two of you had so far attacked Hyunjin with hugs, felt up Chan's abs, pulled funny faces at Jisung and somehow roped both I.N and Seungmin into helping you both with a water fight with your Hyungs.
Now your target was Minho. You both made your way toward the male who was stood beside Jisung, before waving at Stay. You and Felix nodded at each other as you both focused on Minho. 
Once you were close enough, Felix mouthed a count down for you.
‘3…2…1…Now.’
You both lifted a hand and slapped Minho's ass in perfect sync. Each slapped a cheek. You both then turned, latching onto each other's hands and running. 
Minho slowly turned in time to see you both running straight to Hyunjin. The male seemed shocked to suddenly have you both latching onto him. 
However rather than following you both, he chuckled. However, he stared at Hyunjin, enough to make the taller male question if protecting you two was worth risking his life.
Minho technically did get you both back later on during the concert, patting you both on the ass. However, Hyunjin had been the one to receive a powerful smack on the butt that made him yelp. All he did was let you cling to him, and he was getting punished for it. 
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You and Felix stood side by side watching Changbin. The two of you were admiring his muscles. You were on stage at a fanmeet. All the others were having fun whilst you two were looking at muscles.
“I wanna bite his bicep.” You said nonchalantly. 
“Honestly, Baby, same.” He held his hands out and without looking at the two of you high fived.
“We could. His arms are out since he took his hoodie off. We could just go over, pick an arm and bite.” You suggested as you turned your head to look at your boyfriend. 
He looked at you, a smirk on his lips. “I love that idea. And then we just run. You go straight to Minho, it doesn't matter what you do, Minho will defend you to the end of the earth. I'll go to Chan. If he doesn't save me, Hyunjin will.” 
“And if all else fails, we'll throw Seungmin at him. He loves it when Binnie manhandles him.” You added with a cheeky grin.
You both nodded and began to walk toward Changbin. The man was already flexing for Stay.
You and Felix shared a look before you both grabbed onto Changbin and bit his biceps. 
“Ahhhh!” The male's eyes went wide as he felt you both bite him. 
You and Felix then ran. Felix ran straight at Chan and jumped into his arms. Thankfully, Chan caught him. You, on the other hand, went straight to Minho. You quickly hid behind him. Minho gave you a raised eyebrow. However he shrugged and let you cling onto his jacket.
You watched as Changbin looked between the two of you. Almost like he was trying to decide who would be easier to go after. You? And your Minho shield that was glaring at him. Or Felix? Who was clinging onto Chan like a baby koala. The male let out a chuckle and turned back to face Stay. 
You and Felix looked at each other and smiled. You were safe. You had gotten away with it.
“If I had done that, he would have hit me.” Jisung pouted as he came to join you and Minho.
“That's because you're not part of the Royal Couple.” Minho said, giving Han a pointed look, causing him to pout. 
“I could be a royal. I'm just as royal as those two.” Jisung crossed his arms over his chest.
“Sure you are.” Minho said before walking away. You let out a loud laugh.
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You had been trying to do something nice. Minho always cooked for you all. So you and Felix had the brilliant idea to cook something for the rest of the group together. Hyunjin had joined you both to help out where he could.
It was going fine. The food itself actually turned out really good. It smelt and looked delicious. However, the kitchen was an absolute mess. You weren't even sure how it got this messy. But you and Felix planned to clean up soon. 
Hyunjin had taken the ramen and chicken to the table already. Felix got the brownies out of the oven. The plan was to have them with ice cream for dessert. You bit your bottom lip.
“This is a lot of food. Should we get someone to help us bring it to the table?” You asked as Felix put the brownies into a tub and then into the fridge.
“That's a good idea.” He said with a happy smile.
“MOTHER!” You shouted loudly, your voice being heard through the whole dorm. 
Minho walked into the kitchen with a puzzled look on his face. “Yah! Why are you shouting?” He asked you, hands on his hips.
“I'm sorry. We just need some help bringing the food in.” You told him with a pout on your lips. 
Hyunjin walked back into the kitchen just in time for Minho to notice the mess. You gave Felix the veg and sent him on his way. You put the drinks on a tray and followed Felix. 
Minho picked up two of the dishes and handed them to Hyunjin. Minho then picked up the plate of pork and the big bowl of rice. 
“You better clean this up.” Minho said as he passed Hyunjin.
Hyunjin frowned. “They made the mess too. Minho? Yah! Minho. You can't make me clean it alone.” He froze as Minho looked at him. Hyunjin bowed and went to the table.
Safe to say Hyunjin cleaned the kitchen after everyone ate. You and Felix did help, though. 
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The group was on holiday together. You had gotten a nice place by the beach for the week. It was nice. Everyone was doing their own thing. 
Jisung had simply been at the wrong place at the wrong time. You and Felix had been having a water fight when you spotted Han. You were both already drenched. You both sneaked over to Han, water pistols in hand. 
Then you sprayed him. He let out a scream as the cold water hit his back and his neck. He almost dropped his phone. He spun around to face the both of you. He let out a small laugh after the shock wore off.
You gave him a water pistol and the three of you ran around trying to drench each other. You were out there for an hour at the very least. 
“Yah! Food will be ready in ten minutes!” Chan's voice came from the back door. He then went back to the kitchen. 
You pouted but the three of you put your water pistols in their usual spot before stepping inside. You and Felix made it to the stairs before hearing Changbin's voice.
“Jisung! Don't tread water in the house!” You and Felix's eyes went wide as you scurried upstairs, ready to shower and get changed in time for food.
All the while, Han was confused at how you two had disappeared so quickly. You had been right there. 
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Seungmin sensed it was going to happen. It was like he had a sixth sense when it came to you and Felix. Maybe it was because he lived with you both. Maybe he was just used to your antics over the years.
So he braced himself. Soon enough he felt two pears of arms wrap themselves around him. You and Felix had emerged from your shared room, just to cuddle with Seungmin on the couch. You both made sure not to bother him too much as he watched the movie on the screen. He didn't push you both away. He had made a face for a moment, but still he allowed you both to stay.
The same could not be said when Chan chased him the following day, just trying to get at least one hug from Seungmin. 
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Jeongin stood between you and Felix during dance practice. At the moment, everyone was just goofing around. The three of you were pulling faces at each other through the mirror, because why not?
You and Felix locked eyes in the mirror. You both had that twinkle. You both turned to Jeongin and kissed him on the cheek. The male froze for a moment.
I.N. looked between you both before kissing your temple and Felix's cheek. You both grinned proudly. You didn't make a big deal of it.
Hyunjin and Han did though.
“Did he just kiss them?” Han asked as if it was a slight against him.
“He doesn't let me kiss him. He doesn't kiss me. I wanna kiss.” Hyunjin whined as he ran over to the three of you.
I.N. let out a scream and ran away from Hyunjin who continued to chase him. Han eventually joined in on the chase. All the while Seungmin was laughing his ass off from the couch.
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jungkookslipring · 27 days ago
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I'll help you
BangChan x fem! reader. Platonic Hwang Hyunjin x fem! reader. 9th member.
(This was requested. So I'm hoping that this lives up to expectations. I really enjoyed writing a one-on-one thing for Honey and Hyunjin. I hope I can do this more with the other members as well.)
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Summary: Hyunjin is having trouble with the dance. You step in to help.
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You found Hyunjin in the dance practice room, alone. You had been looking for him, wanting to drop off the food you had made for him as well as his coffee. No one had seen him all day. Minho had come home saying he had been in the practice room all day. So you wanted to check on him. 
You shut the door behind you. Hyunjin let out a loud groan before kicking the ground. He sat down and laid his head in his hands. 
You watched him for a moment. You walked over to his water bottle and picked it up before heading over to the male and sitting down beside him. You placed your bag down beside you. You let him take a moment to just calm himself down. 
Hyunjin ran his fingers through his hair before looking at you. “I can't get it right.” His voice sounded hurt. 
You nodded your head softly. “It's okay. We all struggle sometimes.” You leaned forward and placed a hand on his knee, gently squeezing it. You then passed him his water bottle. 
Hyunjin took it gratefully. A weak smile on his face. He opened his water bottle and had a mouthful and then two of it. He then closed the water bottle and set it down beside him. Hyunjin looked at the ground before turning to look at you.
He watched as you opened your bag, pulling out his usual red bento box and his coffee. You set them down in front of him.
“Alright. Eat up. Right now, you're hungry. You're getting in your head. You'll get the dance. I know you will. But you need to let yourself breathe. You need to take a break. Then, when you're ready, we'll go through it together.” You explained to him with a sweet and encouraging smile.
Hyunjin pulled you into a hug. “Thank you.” You felt him relax as you hugged him. The two of you pulled away. 
Hyunjin opened his box and smiled. As usual, you packed his favourites. Hyunjin began to eat as you got out his coffee and placed it next to his water bottle. 
“Are you not eating?” He asked you curiously after swallowing his mouthful. 
You shook your head. “No, I already ate with the Maknae line. It was nice.” You told him as you leaned back on your hands. 
Hyunjin smiled at your words. “Of course, you ate with them. They helped you cook, right?” He asked curiously before eating more of his food.
You shrugged. “Yongbok helped. He's such a sweet little helper. I.N. was in the kitchen. He helped for like a minute before deciding to be a taste tester. Han set the table, and Seungmin was on drink duty.” It has been nice getting to spend time with your youngest four.
Hyunjin picked up his coffee and drank some of it. It was perfect as usual. 
“Right. After you've eaten, I want you to take a nap. It'll give me time to go warm up and go over the choreography. Then, we'll go through it together. Okay?”
Hyunjin nodded. “Thank you, Mama Bear.” 
You simply smiled. “You're welcome, baby.”
Hyunjin ate his food and finished his coffee. He walked over to the couch and laid down. You got an eyemask from your bag and gave it to him, not wanting the lights to bother him as he sleeps.
He thanked you. Then, soon enough, he was out like a light.
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You stood side by side with Hyunjin. The two of you are doing the moves once again. 
“2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Turn, 2, 3 4, bom, ba dum.” You stopped and shook your head. “That was better.” You told him with a reassuring smile.
Hyunjin shook his head. “I messed up again, though.” 
You shook your head. “You improved.” You walked over to the mirror and turned to face the tall male. 
“Do it again. Focus. Don't think again about what you think you messed up on. Think about what you can improve. Think about what you did right. Feel the music and move. You're Hwang Hyunjin. Dance is second nature to you. Get out of your own head, focus and dance.” You turned on the music and watched him.
Hyunjin let out a breath and began to dance. He went from the beginning. Letting himself feel the moves. You watched him move, the music filled the air, as did the sound of Hyunjin's shoes squeaking every so often.
You watched him dance, taking note of what needed to be improved. But honestly, not much needed to be improved at all. Hyunjin was killing the moves, and you couldn't be prouder of him. 
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Chan was on his way to meet up with you. The two of you had planned a date for the night. You had texted him a few hours ago, telling him that you were on your way to check on Hyunjin in the Dance studio. 
He had texted you back, saying he was cleaning up the track with Changbin. The two had just finished up. So he was off to find you. As he got closer, he could hear your voice. He peeked in through the window and smiled.
“So when you bring your arm up, you wanna stretch your hand out as you lean back.” He heard you say to Hyunjin as he opened the door slightly. Neither of you noticed.
He watched as Hyunjin copied your action. 
“Bring your right knee up and then stomp as you lean back.” You showed him, and Hyunjin copied you. He got it. As the two of you danced, it seemed to sink in more easily, and Hyunjin couldn't have been more grateful.  
“Alright. We'll do it again to the music.” You walked over to your phone, turning the music on.  You jogged over to your spot, and the two of you began to dance. 
Chan slipped into the room as he watched the two of you go through the dance flawlessly. The best part was that the two of you looked like you were enjoying yourselves. He had seen Hyunjin struggling this morning and now, thanks to you, he had the dance down perfectly. 
When the music stopped, you were both sweating and panting. Hyunjin turned to you. He swept you into his arms, lifting you off the ground and twirling you both around.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He placed you down and kissed your cheeks. “You're a lifesaver. An actual Goddess sent down to help us.”
You let out a loud laugh and shook your head at his antics. “Jinnie. I knew you could do it. Dance is a part of who you are. Just remember, sometimes we all need a little extra time and help. There is no shame in it, and there is no shame in asking. I'm so incredibly proud of you.” You cupped his cheeks in your hands. “You're Hwang Hyunjin. You can do anything.”
"Do you think you'd be okay with helping with a solo dance project? Please? We can do it next week. Please?" Hyunjin pleaded.
You happily nodded your head. "I'd love to help you. We can go through it on Monday, after we've recorded our parts in the new song."
Chris just watched the two of you for a moment. He felt a swell of pride in his chest. Seeing you help Hyunjin made him smile. You may have been proud of the boys, but he was incredibly proud of you. Because you didn’t have to come to help Jinnie. You didn’t have to make him food and get his favourite coffee. You didn’t have to spend hours in the dance studio being patient as you went over everything with him. Working hard to help one of your members get the dance and get it out of his head. 
Chan walked over to the two of you. A bright smile lay on his lips as he looked between the two of you. “Hey, sweetheart.” He said to you as he placed a hand on your waist. He placed a soft kiss on your lips.
You happily looked up at the male and kissed him back. “Hi. My love.” You snuggled into his side. 
“Are you ready to go?” He asked you curiously.
You nodded your head. “Yeah, I’m ready. I may need a shower before we go out, though.” You told him somewhat shyly. 
Chris let out a chuckle. “It’s alright. I saw you two, you worked hard.”
You flushed and let out a giggle. “Thank you.” You turned to Hyunjin. “Come on, grab your things. You need a shower and to relax.” You told him.
Hyunjin and you both grabbed your things. You walked hand in hand with Chan, and the three of you left the dance studio. You dropped Hyunjin at his and Binnie’s dorm first. 
He left you with a big hug, another thank you and the promise to treat you to ice cream. 
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Operation: Free MamaBear
BangChan x fem! reader. 9th member.
(This was requested, so I'm hoping this lives up to expectations and that I did this justice. I enjoyed writing this one a lot.)
Taglist. Masterlist. Progress Update. MamaBear Collection.
Summary: You're sick, and the boys just want you to get better.
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You were miserable. You were sick and it wasn’t good. The nine of you had a huge performance coming up for an award show soon, so you were hoping to get better sooner rather than later. You didn’t want to miss the performance. However, the worst part of all this was that you had been forced to quarantine away from the boys. Now, a part of you understood. You didn’t want to risk them getting sick. However, at the same time, all you wanted was to be snuggled up in Chris’ arms.
You had been given two options. Either you can lock yourself in the spare room in your dorm. The room that you had. It was another bedroom that you were supposed to use anyway, but since you and Chris share a room, this one was left free. Or you could go to a spare dorm to ride out your sickness. You hated that idea. At least locking yourself in a room meant you could still speak to your boys. But the threat of being moved to a free dorm was still there. If even one of the boys gets sick, you would be moved until you were better.
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Chris stepped out of his and your shared room. He hated this. He should be holding you close at night, worrying. He should be allowed to be there. Holding your hair and rubbing your back when you're sick. Holding you close when you sleep, making sure you eat and drink. The bed felt colder, and knowing you were so close yet still out of reach hurt his heart. Having to hear you cry at night because you’ve thrown up or you feel horrible made his heart hurt. He hated that I.N. had to hear it all as well. It made Chris feel useless. 
Thankfully, they all had the day off today. So when he left his room, only to see the rest of the guys there, he wasn’t surprised. Hyunjin and Han were sitting together on the couch. Han was writing something down, another song for you, as Hyunjin drew. He could see the two youngest members sitting outside your door. Seungmin and Jeongin were whispering to each other and writing something down. Changbin was sitting near Jisung and Hyunjin. He was on his phone, but he was clearly sulking. 
Chan walked into the kitchen to see Minho cooking breakfast. Felix was baking some sweet treats. He was also making a fruit bowl with all your favourites in it. He couldn’t help but smile. All the boys were doing what they could to make you feel better.
Minho was cooking something light, so it wouldn’t be too heavy on your stomach. He also had some camomile tea with honey in it, ready to be taken to you. It was in your Winnie the Pooh honey pot mug. He came to stand beside Minho. 
“You can take her tea. Let her know the food will be a little longer.” Minho told him as he turned to look at Chan. He placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “She’ll get better soon.”
Chan nodded in agreement. He was trying to keep everyone’s spirits up, but sometimes it was hard. You were miserable, and he couldn't even hold you and comfort you. He had tried his best to keep it together for the guys. But both Minho and Changbin were seeing through the cracks. 
Chan nodded his head and picked up the mug. “Thank you, Min.” He quickly looked over at Felix, who was using your shape cutters to cut the fruits into cute flowers and hearts. He then left the kitchen and made his way over to your door. 
“What if we just pack some stuff and leave? They can’t say anything if we take her away.” He heard Jeongin say to Seungmin, who nodded. 
“We’d have to get into the room first. We could take the door off the hinges?” Seungmin quickly wrote something down in his notebook. 
“How do we do that?” I.N. asked him. Before Seungmin could answer, they spotted Chan walking towards them. 
I.N.’s eyes went wide. “Act natural.” He muttered.
Seungmin leant against the door and let out a sigh. “Hyunjin is a pabo!” He said loudly, causing Jeongin to face palm. 
Hyunjin looked up from his drawing and gasped. The male frowned. “Hey! Leave me alone. I’m emotionally vulnerable right now!” Hyunjin pouted before going back to his drawing, and Han, beside him, was trying so hard not to laugh.
Chan looked between the two youngest members. “What are you two plotting?” He asked them as he raised a hand and knocked on the door. 
The two looked at each other and then at their leader. “Nothing!” They both said.
Chan raised an eyebrow at the two. However, the sound of the door slowly opening brought their attention to you. All the boys immediately looked up. 
Hyunjin paused mid-stretch. Changbin’s eyes immediately left his phone. Minho and Felix looked out from where they stood in the kitchen. Han slowly stood up, his new song long forgotten now. Seungmin and I.N. turned on the floor, so they were looking up at you. 
You opened the door carefully and peeked your head out. You smiled up at Chan. “Hi.” You covered your mouth, letting out a cough. You had on one of Chan’s hoodies. 
“Oh, sweetheart.” Chris spoke. You looked tired and so sad. “Minho made you some tea. He and Lix are sorting you some breakfast out.” He gently passed you the tea.
You took it gratefully. “Thank you.” You took a sip before setting the mug on the desk, which was right near the door. 
“How are you feeling?” Chan asked you curiously as Felix slowly exited the kitchen. Fruit bowl in hand.
“Horrible but better than yesterday. Hearing you guys makes it better.” You explained to him, wrapping your arms around your body. 
It when then that they moved. Your four youngest boys moved at the same time. Jeongin and Seungmin jumped up from the ground. Felix ran over from the kitchen, and Han practically flew off the couch. 
Han bumped into Chan, who steadied him. “We want to see our mother.” He whined out.
Felix held out the fruit bowl to you, his body squeezed in between Minnie and Innie’s bodies. “We could come and give you cuddles if you want.”
Seungmin nodded in agreement. “I can read to you. I’ve been enjoying the book you recommended to me.”
Jeongin looked at you with his big eyes. “We could binge-watch shows with you. Weak Hero, Teen Wolf. Alice in Borderland? Real Housewives? Supernatural? Strong Girl Bong-soon? We can watch Scooby-doo and Alice in Wonderland. I’ll even simp over Si-eun with you. Or we could watch YouTube. Like Neigel Baker or Ben Kimor Roscoe or Jordan Orme or umm, Trolltek.” He offered. Listing off the first things that came to his mind.
Han came to his side and nudged him lightly. “Yah, stop listing off YouTubers.” He told him with a shake of his head. “We could sing for you. I know you like it when we sing. I’m writing a new song for you. Pick a song and four of us will sing it.” Han rambled out. 
Felix shook his head. “We can bring you more food? Did you want any other drinks? Are you cold? We can get more blankets. I can give you a message?” He suggested, hoping and wanting to help.
Seungmin clicked his fingers. “I could run you a bath. Extra bubbles. You can soak and relax.”
I.N. quickly nodded his head. “Yes, and we can put your pyjamas in the dryer so they’ll be warm for when you get out.”
“I can get you more tissues and medicine if you need them?” Han was ready to run to grab whatever you wanted.
The four Maknaes were all squashed together in front of your door. All wanted to see you, all wanted to help you in any way they possibly could. 
The four Hyungs watched their four youngest members. Their hearts hurt for them. They looked and sounded as desperate as they felt. They all wanted to help you, to make sure you were okay. But they knew the rules. They didn’t want to risk you being in a dorm all alone. At least this way, they could help you. They could hear if you needed or wanted anything. They could text you and talk to you through the door. 
The four had done their best to keep themselves together for the four younger members. Minho always let Felix help him with making your food, because it made Felix feel useful. But Minho was always the one to bring you the food. He hated that he couldn’t enter the room, but he knew Felix would go in if he allowed him to take you the food. Changbin was always bringing you protein bars, always in your favourite flavours. He knows you're having trouble eating, so he leaves you little snacks just in case. Hyunjin would draw for you. Sometimes it would be pictures of the other boys, himself or you. Sometimes it would be flowers or things that reminded him of you. He painted a picture of their Skzoos. All snuggled up together, sleeping, but they were drawn like actual animals. He and Chan had put the painting in your room after he had shown it to you. 
And Chan, God. He was always there with your medicine and painkillers. He was there with cold clothes and ice packs, and hot water bottles. He’d given you your big Wolf Chan plush to cuddle with, since you couldn’t cuddle him right now. Hell, he had been sleeping with your big Mama Bear plush. He was there with jumpers and hoodies. He and Minho came in to help clean up whenever you were sick and didn’t make it to the bin or bathroom in time. But it hurt. You were miserable, and he couldn’t take that away from you.
Chris looked up as soon as he heard a sob leave your lips. The four youngest boys all looked panicked. They didn’t mean to make you cry; they just wanted to help. They just wanted to see you. Chan gently pulled the four out of the way. 
“Honey.” He said as he opened the door to get to you. He scooped you up in his arms and led you over to the bed. He sat you down and wiped your tears away. 
“I hate this. I hate that I’m sick. I hate that I can’t snuggle with you at night. I hate that I can’t give our boys hugs. I hate hearing them get upset because they can’t even come into the room.” You sobbed out, your bottom lip trembled as you cried into your boyfriend’s chest. “I heard Innie crying last night. I heard that Binnie had to pull Lixie and Minnie away from the door so they would go and get some sleep. I hate being separated from you all.”
Chan shook his head. “It’s okay. You’ll get better soon. Don’t be so hard on yourself. The boys will understand. They will cope. It just means that once you're better, we can give you all the hugs you deserve.” He stroked your hair lightly as he held you close to his body. 
You both stayed there for a while. Minho came by with the food, letting Chan come and take it from him. Chan stayed with you for the first time since you got sick. Making sure you ate, making sure you drank your tea, making sure you had your medicine and ate the fruit Felix made. Then, he tucked you into bed and watched you sleep as you snuggled with Wolf Chan. Then, he left the room.
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By the time Chan left the room, the boys had left the door. Minho had finished cleaning up in the kitchen. Chan looked at the others, noticing the youngest two weren’t in the room anymore. 
“Where’s Innie and Seungmin?” He asked the group.
Hyunjin looked up from his drawing. “They’re in Ayen’s room. Sulking.” He explained.
Chan contemplated going to talk to the boys, but he decided to just give them some space for now. 
“How is she?” Changbin asked Chan curiously, but with a full sense of worry. 
Chan shook his head. “Not good. She looks better than yesterday, but..she’s tired. She wants to be around us, but she’s scared of getting us sick.” He ran his hands over his face, and tears threatened to spill.
Felix looked up from where he and Han were sitting together. “Did we make her upset? We didn’t mean to. We just wanted to see her.” His voice was quiet, full of guilt. He was starting to tear up. “It’s not fair. Whenever we’re sick, she’s the first to act. She comforts us, she brings us food, she cuddles us, she puts on our favourite movies, she makes us ice cream, she sings to us. She read to Seungmin. She sends Minho-hyung cat pictures. She always brings me her fluffiest blanket, and she lets Ayen cuddle with whichever of her Mama Bear plushies that he wants. It’s not fair that we can’t do it for her.” His voice cracked as tears began to run down his face. 
Chan knelt in front of Felix as Han squeezed his shoulder. “I know it’s not fair. Right now, there is nothing we can do about it. Keep texting her. Keep sitting in front of her door. Talk to her through the door. That is what is helping her right now. As long as we make sure she’s eating and drinking and taking her medicine, she’ll be fine. She’ll be back to being Mama Bear again, and we’ll all get our time with her.” He wiped Felix’s tears away and patted his knee. 
“Besides, once she’s looking, feeling and sounding better, I’ll talk to management. We just have to grit our teeth and ride out the worst of it. Then, hopefully, we can be there for when she’s getting better.” Chan stood up as Minho entered the room. 
“I can be there if you need me to be.” Minho stated, his arms crossed over his chest. 
“We both can.” Changbin agreed as he stood up.
Minho and Changbin were the left and right arms for Chan. They were always ready to go to war for and with him. The three of them and you were a strong unit of leaders. Each one was always ready to do what it takes to take care of the rest of the members. Chan could trust Minho and Changbin to do what he needed them to do. It was at times like this that he was so grateful for them both. Minho had taken it upon himself to cook all your meals. Changbin had been doing his best to keep the other occupied. It gave Chan a moment to breathe. And now, here they were ready to go to management with him and demand that they be allowed around you again.
They didn’t care about the award show, not while one of their own was throwing up and burning a fever. All eight men would go to the end of the earth for you. They would fight every version of themselves in every universe if it meant seeing you smile again. Because you were incredibly important to them.
You were the light for Chan. The two of you had been trainees for so long together. Spending late nights in the dance studio. When he was making music for the group, you stayed up with him all night. Helping him or going over the choreo whilst he worked. You helped him keep going. You managed to get him into a good sleep routine after years of trying. You are his past, his present and his future. 
Minho and Changbin both saw you as a sister figure. Minho was your best friend. You trusted the two immensely. That wasn’t to say you didn’t trust the others. However, there were times when the two needed to step up, and they did it flawlessly every single time. 
You and Hyunjin connected easily. He appreciated that you saw him for more than just his looks. You spoiled him and never expected a thank you. But he always said it. His drawings and paintings that he made for you always had meaning to them. They made him think of you and how much he adores you. 
Your four younger boys always seemed to look at you like you personally created the sun, the moon and the stars for them. You had taken each of them under your wing. They were the ones you babied the most. You were always there when they needed a hug. You were there to listen to their problems or help them with whatever they needed. You spoiled them just as much as you spoiled the other boys. The four had seen you fight for them. They had seen you fight for their Hyungs. 
You were always there when the boys were sick. You were there with their favourite meal when they were having a bad day. You had encouraged them. You had dried their tears. You knew them like the back of your hand. 
So, of course, they all wanted to be there for you when you were sick. But annoyingly, they couldn’t be in the room with you. So, hearing that Chan wanted to change that, well, they were all on board with that idea. 
Chan nodded his head at Minho and Changbin. “I’d appreciate that. Thank you.” 
And so the boys continued their day. Minho made you food when it was time. Changbin and Felix brought you snacks when they could. Hyunjin continued to draw for you. Han was almost done writing his fourth song for you. Chan sat outside the door, talking to you once you had woken up.
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However, inside Jeongin’s room, he and Seungmin were sitting on his bed. The two were plotting. They had a whiteboard on the wall. In big letters at the top was written 'Operation: Free MamaBear.' They looked through all their ideas. There were a lot of things written on the board. 
‘Sneak in whilst everyone is asleep.’
‘Break the lock of the door.’
'Just walk in and pretend everything is okay.'
‘Take the door off its hinges.’
‘Pack our bags and kidnap her.’ (Go somewhere nice.)
These were just some of the ideas they had come up with. The two hated not being able to be around you. They hated that they couldn’t go out with you for dinner, or help you bake, or that they couldn’t hug you. Whilst neither were big on skinship, it came easily when it was you. 
Seungmin thought for a moment. “We can't kidnap her.” He said with a small pout.
I.N. let out a groan. “Why not? We could go somewhere nice. Jeju Island. Or we can go to that place by that lake that she took us to last year?” He flopped backwards on his bed. 
Seungmin sighed. “Because Chan would kill us if we took her away and didn't tell him. He'd hunt us down. Minho would help him. Plus Felix would cry.” He threw his pen in the air and caught it.
I.N. sat up and grabbed his Mama Bear plush. “Okay. We could just bring Felix with us."
Seungmin thought for a moment. "We can make it a backup plan. For now, though, no kidnapping."
Jeongin let out a huff. "Fine. Good point. I don't feel like dying yet. I'm still packing just in case, though.”
Seungmin stood up and walked to the board. “Hmm, we need more ideas.”
And the two began to brainstorm again. 
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They had done it. It was almost a week later, but Chan, Minho and Changbin had gone in for a meeting. Leaving Hyunjin in charge. Thankfully, they had gotten what they wanted. To be able to have you in the same room as them. You were looking better. Sure, you were still sick, but it wasn't as terrible now. The hope was that you would be better in time for the award show.
So as soon as they got home, Chan had scooped you up and taken you to the couch, where you stayed snuggled up on his lap. Felix had your legs in his lap. He gently massaged your calf. I.N. had sat beside Chan, his head on your back. All the boys piled on and around the couch as you all decided to watch YouTube. 
Changbin went into I.N.’s room to grab a blanket that he had borrowed from your and Chan's room. 
Changbin walked over to the couch. He looked at the youngest member and passed him the blanket. 
“Hey, Innie-ah. Why is there a packed suitcase in your room?” He asked in confusion. 
Jeongin looked up at the male. “Just in case we needed to go.”
Seungmin leaned forward. “We already agreed that it was a no to that plan.” 
Jeongin shrugged. “No, we agreed it was plan B. I was being prepared in case we needed to go.”
Seungmin rolled his eyes. “I told you yesterday we can't kidnap her. It wouldn't have worked. Not until we know how to avoid Chan and Minho.”
Chan looked between the two. “Kidnap? What? Who?”
“Honey.” The two youngest said in perfect sync. 
The group looked between the two. Chan looked like he couldn't tell if they were joking or not. You just giggled. Hyunjin, Han and Felix looked at them in shock. Changbin face-palmed, and Minho just looked between the two of them. Because no way they were going to go through with it. 
“What? Seriously?” Hyunjin asked.
Seungmin nodded. “Yeah. We backed her bag as well. It's underneath her desk in her and Chan's room. We did plan to take Felix with us, too."
Felix looked up in shock. "Me?"
“When were you in our room?” Chan asked in shock and surprise. “You were planning to take my girl away?” Chan squeezed you closer to his body.
The two boys shook their heads. “No. We were planning to take our mother away and save her from loneliness.”
You couldn't help but smile. "That's actually really kind of sweet."
Felix also smiled. "They were going to take me with them." It was an honour, really. They had thought about letting him join them.
Chan just pouted and pulled you close. Your head is lying on his shoulder. "No! She's mine. You can't take her away from me. How would I cope?"
Meanwhile, Hyunjin and Han were pouting because they weren't included, while Minho and Changbin were amused. The two youngest members just looked at each other and smirked.
"Next time, we'll take her and run."
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