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Hyunjin: Hey, have you seen Felix and Jisung? Seungmin: Yeah, they just heelied down the hall together holding hands.

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Day 17: Interrogation

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𝖑𝖊𝖊: Seungmin

𝖑𝖊𝖗: Chan and Minho

𝖙𝖜: intense tickling (my favorite kind <3)

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @dandyboyseungmo @leeknowstan33 @vale-143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday

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“Where is it?!” Minho yelled. 

“I don’t know!” Seungmin yells back. 

Minho and Seungmin had been arguing for god knows how long. 

“Seungmin. Give me my hoodie back right now, or else.” Minho threatens, watching as the younger shrunk a little. 

Seungmin knew what was coming, he had gotten it from Minho one too many times for being a brat. 

“I really don’t know!” Seungmin squealed loudly as Lee Know had backed him into a wall. 

Minho caged Minnie in with his arms, making sure that there was no escape.

“Please! You don’t have to do this!” Seungmin pleaded as Lee Know pulled his arms up, high above his head. 

“Then answer my question. Where. Is. My. Hoodie?” Minho interrogated. 

“I. Don’t. Know.” Seungmin practically growled back. 

“Woah woah WOAH! What’s happening here!?” Chris yelled, pulling the two boys apart from each other. 

“Seungmin did you give Minho his hoodie back?” Jisung asked, walking into the room while looking at his phone. 

Seungmin gaped at Jisung, clearly shocked at the ‘betrayal’. 

“So you DID TAKE IT!?” Minho screeched at the youngest, who was smiling sheepishly. 

Chan shook his head, grabbing both of Seungmin’s arms and yanking them above his head. 

“WAIT! no! don’t come any closer!” Seungmin yelled as Minho advanced towards him, fingers wiggling as Chris adjusted his grip. 

“WAIT! NAHAHA YOUHURE SO MEHEHEHEAN!” Seungmin laughed as Lee Know’s fingers latched on to his hips, squeezing crazily. 

“Where’s my hoodie?” Minho interrogated yet again, slowing down the tickling so that the younger could answer.

“No! I’m not scared of you, hyung!” Seungmin answered playfully. 

“Okay.” Lee Know shrugged, and then stuck his fingers into Minnie’s armpits. 

Seungmin’s knees buckled immediately as he screamed loudly, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. 

“NOHOHOHO! IHIM NOT TELLING YOUHUHUHU!” Seungmin screeched. 

However, when Minho wiggled one finger into the puppy’s belly button, Seungmin broke immediately. 

However, his answer surprised Lee Know AND Chan, who let go of him out of surprise. 

“JISUNG HAHAS IHIHIT! HEHES WEAHEARING IHIT RIHIGHT NOHOHOW!”

“Wait what?!” Minho did recall seeing it…on Han. 

“Wait! Then why’d you let us tickle you?” Chan asked in shock, letting go of the younger just to watch him slide to the floor. 

Seungmin flushed a deep red as he panted cutely. 

“maybe i wanted you to tickle me…” He looked up and Minho, who smiled teasingly at the younger. 

“Aweeee! Well i’m in a mood so you better run…” Chris threatened. 

After Seungmin left the room, Minho glanced at Chan. 

“Well, now I need to get Jisung.”

The two split ways, and let’s just say there was a lot of laughter after that…

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i hope you enjoyed this fic! have a spooky october! ✨🎃

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𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞?

paring: husband!chan x gn!reader

genre: hurt/comfort??? i suck at this, please bare with me

warnings: lowkey sad ig, bit of self-doubt, nothing too explicit

wc: 606

a/n: i just wanted to be held ✌️😗 + we all need some hurt/comfort hubby bubby channie am i right

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 © 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐈'𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓

"Can you hold me?" you asked quietly, sneaking into your husband's home studio.

"Hm?" Chris took one side of the headphones off to hear you better, but he didn’t look at you as he was in the middle of work. 

"Chan I know you're busy, but I just hoped you could hold me for a little, please." 

The unfamiliar sound of his name slipping through your lips made him shift in his seat to face you. After tying the knot, you hardly ever called him by his name, and not by an endearment of some kind. This was the first indicator that something was not right. It was when he looked up from his computer, did he see your slightly hunched posture, hands nervously picking on your cuticles, and a sad expression on your face, which only made his initial suspicion true. 

“It’s okay if you don’t–” 

“C’mere baby” he said, moving on the chair closer to you with open arms. He smiled encouragingly, lightly patting his lap for you to sit on. “I’ll always find time for you, my love~” 

You didn’t answer verbally, just smiled at him faintly and let him guide you onto his lap. That was when the new wave of emotions hit you. And so you let go of them, crying your heart out into your husband’s shoulder, finally feeling closure and reassurance that you craved so intensely throughout the day. He quickly realized that simple hugs on his chair won’t do much here, and to make sure you were both comfortable Chan announced his next moves, lifting you carefully to then sit on his studio sofa. 

“Shhhh… It’s okay baby, I’m here. Can you please talk to me? What happened?” the man started, making an attempt to calm you down, creating small circles with one palm on your back, and the other lightly massaging your scalp at the back of the head.

“I-I-I just feel so tired of everything… and-and-and I’m so fucking sad…” you cried out, tightening your grip on his hoodie. 

“Oh baby, can you take a few deep breaths for me?” he asked, pulling you away slightly to look you in your face, concerned with how deeply hurt you must have felt. Carefully, Chan cupped your cheeks, wiping your tears off of them, and encouraging you to do the breathing exercise with him. 

And so you did. Following his instructions, you inhaled and exhaled in a rhythm your husband set for you. His voice soothed you so easily, and his presence had a grounding effect, making you calm down, with a few occasional sobs before you cooled down completely. You loosened your hold on his clothes and just melted into his touch. 

Taking your hands into his, Chan lightly squeezed them to remind you he was there for you. With a faint smile, you squeezed them back and rested your head on his shoulder again. 

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked in a lowered tone, not wanting to pressure you. His fingers lightly brushed over yours, as he planted small kisses on your shoulder. All he could hear from you was a muffed “not yet” and a quiet apology shortly after. 

“That’s fine honey, take your time with it, but please tell me whenever you feel ready, yeah?” 

“Mhm…” you muttered into his torso before correcting your posture and meeting your husband’s soft yet slightly concerned gaze. “Thank you…” 

He just chuckled in response, bringing your face closer to leave a kiss on your tear-stained cheek. 

“Doing the bare minimum that a man should do for the love of his life, no need to thank me, pretty.”

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< Cheer Up Bbokie >

[Lee! Minho]

[Ler! Felix]

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“Is he still crying?” Lee Know questioned Changbin as he heard loud sniffles coming from the bathroom.

“Yep” Bin said as he went back to scrolling through his phone. They were sitting in the practice room area, only some of the members were present while others ran some errands or schedules. They had just finished their dome tour an hour ago. And Yongbok… still crying.

Lee Know stood up with a loud sigh. He often chuckled to himself about Lix’s sensitivity on emotional matters, especially at how easily he could get him to forget about them.

Lino mischievously waited a few feet from the bathroom door. It wasn’t until Lix had taken two steps out while sniffling that Lino ran at full speed and lifted him into the air by his torso.

“WhAAHaa hyuung stop” Lix said while sniffling into his hands. Lino had a tight grip around his hips. He walked towards Lix’s napping room as he heard Bin laugh off in the distance at his sudden tackle at the small boy.

“Pleheeease I’m not in the mood” Lix said while hanging off Lino’s shoulder.

“Yeeeah you always say that. Liar” Lino smirked.

Lix just covered his face in his hands as he blushed. Suddenly, he was tossed onto a bed as the door was closed. He began to hear something similar to Lofi music playing from the TV as Lino dimly turned on a lamp.

“You look like the definition of the ‘womp womp’ sound effect right now” Lino said.

“Can you leave me alooooone.”

“No!” Lino jumped on the bed as he hugged a curled up sniffling Felix, “and you know you don’t want me to~”

Lix blushed once again. He slowly got under the blankets as Lino quickly tossed them up and jumped under them. Once they were both under, Lix didn’t hesitate to snuggle his back up to Lino’s chest while holding his arm to his own chest.

“Seee~” Lino teased. He began to flutter some fingers on Lix’s chin of the hand he was holding onto for dear life. He flashed his teeth in a smile as he curled up, trying to trap his fingers between his chin and upper chest.

“Nahahaha” Felix giggled in a squeak.

“You’re holding my arm here! Not my problem”

Lino slowed the pace of his fingers as Lix began to push his chin up against them like an actual cat. He clearly enjoyed when Lino gently cheered him up this way… he was just too chicken to say it.

So, Lino stopped.

Lix began to rub his chin on Lino’s hand again in hopes of him resuming the light comfortable tracing on his skin, but it didn’t happen. Lino wanted to see just how much he’d say.

It didn’t take long for Lix to flip his head over and look at him with tear stained puppy eyes. It was almost as if they were saying ‘please’.

“What? Hm?” Lino teased.

“Mmmm~” Felix whined while shaking his head at Lino’s hand, “mmhmhmm” he motioned.

Lino cooed at him. “Do you want me to help you nap again?”

Lix’s face lit up.

“Yes please”

So Lino began to pet at his chin while using his other hand to hold Lix tight to his chest. He fluttered that hand right under his belly button, on that thin strip of tummy that got him giggling like crazy. Lix was already kicking his legs out from under the blankets at the sensations. Lino often moved from side to side on his stomach, occasionally spider crawling up his sides and back down onto his tummy.

One of Lix’s favorite things he would do, Lino noticed, was when he’d crawl his fingers all the way onto his back, specifically the lower regions areas. This had Lix arch his back ever so slightly and bite his bottom lip in an attempt to not scream at the light tickles. He giggled happily in an attempted whisper every. single. time.

Lino currently held Yongbok with both arms wrapped around his torso, his legs wrapped around his, and his nose buried into the back of Lix’s neck. He breathed out and nuzzled, Lix making little noises of satisfaction mixed in with his giggles. He never once asked him to stop.

Between the tippy taps of Lino’s fingers on Lix’s sides, the scribbles and scratches at his tummy and back, the one-finger traces along his sides and legs, and the affectionate nuzzling into his neck, Lix’s tear stained eyes turned quickly to beautiful laughing orbs. His fanged teeth were out on full display as his quiet giggles just kept pouring out, his bottom lip red from biting it to suppress them.

“Oh? I didn’t know you were ticklish here-“ Lino said with a poke to Lix’s lower rib, making him jolt to the left.

“Or here…” another prod to his lower right ribs. Lix jumped to the right.

“Here too…”

“Oh this too? Wow”

“More?!”

“STOhohop heheAHaha” Felix giggled loudly as Lino began exploring all his weaker spots. He weakly swatted at his hands in an attempt to get him to slow down, to which Lino cooed at. He loved to tease him.

The calming atmosphere of the room, too, was something Lino never failed at making feel complete. The calming lofi that played in the background, the calm cool wind coming through the window, the dim light illuminating the dark night sky.. everything was right.

Lino was still tracing Lix’s lower tummy as he “hehe’d” again and buried his face into the pillows. He simply admired him, the ball of sunshine that was really beaming in his grip.

Maybe he should get emotional more often.

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Love Lessons

Genre: husband!Chan, angst, fluff

Warnings: self hatred (Chan)

Request: no

Characters: Chan, Y/N

Word Count: 1.8k

"I wish I looked like him."

Bewildered, Y/N turned to look at her husband. Chan was looking at the TV a little wistfully, a sad smile on his lips as he studied the actor depicted on the screen.

"He's so handsome … " Chan continued with a sigh, and he leaned back into the sofa in slow defeat. "And have you seen his body? He's so … big."

Y/N blinked. She moved fully so her body was facing his, and she reached out to take his surprised face in her hands. "Well, I'm very glad you don't look like him. I'm attracted to you, not him."

Chan was confused. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you attracted to me … ?" Chan's voice came out in a whisper; it wavered and cracked towards the end, and Y/N bit her lip.

She had a feeling it was one of those days. One of those days where her husband hated himself more than anything. One of those days where her heart broke over and over again in her attempts at trying to get him to see what she could see.

But she'd never stop trying. Not until he could finally learn to love himself even a fraction of how much she loved him.

"Because you're beautiful," Y/N smiled, caressing his cheeks. "And I love you very much."

Chan frowned. He didn't seem convinced; but then again, he never did. "But … I'm ugly."

Y/N considered saying "no, you're not" or "don't say that" … but something in the back of her mind told her not to. She decided to try a different approach, one that hurt her a little more than she wanted to admit.

"Okay," Y/N nodded softly. "Let's say you are ugly."

Chan was taken aback; his eyes widened as he stared at his wife.

Y/N smiled gently. "If you're ugly, does that mean you deserve less love than anyone else?"

Her question hit him harder than he thought it would. He blinked slowly, and he began to shake his head.

"No," Y/N murmured as she shook her own head along with him. "It doesn't. Do you remember what you used to tell your fans all those years ago?"

Chan bit his lip.

"'It doesn't matter where you're from, it doesn't matter what country you're in'," Y/N quoted as Chan's eyes began to glisten rather brightly. "'You deserve love. It doesn't matter what you are, what you chose to be, you deserve love,'."

At that, Chan couldn't help the tears that began to drop down his cheeks. Smiling up at him with her eyes full of love, Y/N wiped the tears away with her thumbs as she pulled him a little closer to her.

"I know it wasn't exactly about looks," Y/N said. "But I know for a fact that if someone was hating themselves back then because they thought they were ugly, you'd have immediately told them they deserved to be loved."

Looking down at his lap, Chan shut his eyes tightly. He hadn't expected this; he had no idea his musings would result in his wife's words bringing the tears out of him.

"Why are you any different, hmm?" Y/N gently caressed the nape of his neck; his hair had begun to curl up there, and it was soft, so incredibly soft that Y/N couldn't help but feel sad. She didn't understand why her husband hated himself when there were parts of him that were so dear to her, that she had no idea what she'd do without them.

"Who are you to not love yourself?"

At that, Chan spluttered; the hems of his shorts had ridden up his thighs, and they now glistened as fat tears splashed onto his skin like sad fireworks.

Y/N let him cry; she rubbed his back and kissed his hands until he was finished. When he looked up at her with red eyes, she almost felt her heart physically shattering into smithereens like glass.

There was so much pain and self loathing painted in his eyes … the eyes that felt like home to her, the eyes that calmed the depths of her anxious soul on the most terrifying of nights. She was shocked that such beautiful galaxies could hold such hatred; hatred that was directed at himself.

She found it terrifying yet beautiful that the eyes that looked at her with such love were the same as these ones; hard, cold, and full of pain.

"Okay," she whispered, reaching out to slip her fingers onto his again. "Okay. Let's go through this. What is it exactly that you think is ugly about you, baby?"

"Everything," Chan whispered. "Everything."

"Everything is a very big word, my darling," Y/N smiled. "I don't think even you hate everything about yourself."

She knew him well; the corners of his lips lifted ever so slightly, and she couldn't help but inwardly smile even bigger.

"Okay, let's try this instead … you love me, right?"

It was remarkable; Chan's eyes immediately softened at the question, the sparkle that was so familiar to Y/N appearing in his pupils.

"Very much," Chan hummed.

"What is it that you love about me?" Y/N asked.

Chan smiled. "Everything."

At that, Y/N couldn't help but giggle. She leaned forward and kissed the man on his cheek. It was wet and fever hot, and she wiped the traces of tears away with her fingers again.

"Well … you believe in soulmates, don't you?"

He had no idea where this was going, but he nodded; he had said countless times since meeting her that he felt as though their souls were extensions of one another.

"If we're soulmates, then that would mean we share bits of each other, right?" Y/N asked.

Chan pondered this. He nodded slowly.

"If bits of you are in me, and bits of me are in you … " Y/N whispered, running her fingers over the backs of her husband's hands. "If you hate yourself, wouldn't that mean you're also hating bits of me?"

Chan's eyes suddenly widened. He seemed at a loss for words; he had no idea if what she was saying was scientifically correct or not, but he suddenly didn't care. The thought of him hating her, indirectly or not, was too much for him to bear.

His eyes suddenly flooded with tears all over again.

"Baby … " Chan whispered, dropping his face into his hands. Tears spilled through the gaps in his fingers as his body shook in front of his wife.

"Do you know one of the reasons why I began to love myself?" Y/N continued.

Chan shook his head.

"I started seeing pieces of you in me. The more time we spent together, the more I fell in love with you … I realised we were so much more similar than I thought was possible. And I thought … how on earth am I supposed to hate myself when so much of me is like you?"

"Y/N … " Chan was crying loudly now; his face contorted with pain as he gulped, his entire body shuddering. He didn't know what was going through his mind … all he knew was that he had never loved anyone as much as he loved the woman in front of him.

Before he could talk himself out of it, Chan pulled Y/N into him; he closed his lips over hers in a warm kiss, one that made Y/N's own eyes prickle with emotion as she shut them. She kissed him back, her lips gently caressing his. She was telling him something that no amount of words could ever say, and fresh tears spilled down his cheeks, and onto hers.

Y/N sniffed as she kissed her husband. She suddenly remembered reading about how people who don't love themselves can't love others; she couldn't help but feel that that was wrong. She had never felt as loved by anyone as she had by her husband. He loved her fiercely, passionately, so much so that sometimes she forgot he was even capable of hating in the first place.

She knew that people said it was impossible to love a broken person. She didn't think that was true. Difficult, perhaps.

But never impossible.

"You're beautiful to me," Y/N whispered now as she cupped his cheeks. "You're always going to be beautiful to me."

Chan nodded against her; her earlier words had flooded through him like a shock wave, and he suddenly felt incredibly guilty towards himself.

I was something he had never experienced before. He didn't quite know what to make of it.

"Whether you're ugly or you're not," Y/N said, her face breaking into a smile as she nudged her husband playfully. "Which you're not. But ugly or not, your body works so hard for you everyday. It does its best for you so you can eat and so you can walk and so you can talk and just … be alive. Don't you think it deserves a little bit of love for that?"

"Yeah … " Chan hiccuped. He leaned forward and Y/N immediately scooped him up into her arms. She held him tightly, gently rocking him as he cried into her shirt with an urgency that made her feel as though hundreds of little needles were piercing through her heart.

"I know you're always dissatisfied with your body and the way you look … " Y/N whispered against his shoulder. "But no matter how much your body changes, you're always going to be dissatisfied if you don't truly love yourself. You could be the strongest man in the world … but if you hate yourself, you'd still find a reason to be unhappy about your appearance."

Chan knew she was right. She always was. She knew him better than he knew himself - she seems to have somehow crawled into the depths of his mind and addressed the thought that constantly berated him throughout the day.

He knew he'd never be satisfied with the way he looked. He also knew there was only one way to go about fixing that.

Perhaps it was time he actually tried.

"You're right," he whispered, sniffing as he rubbed his cheek against Y/N's neck. "I know you're right. You're always right."

"This isn't about me being right, baby," Y/N smiled as she kissed his cheek. "I just want you to be happy in your own skin. I can't make you happy … but I can hold your hand and be right here while you do it for yourself, you know?"

Chab nodded. He nodded hard, and when he pulled away from his wife again, his face began to glow with a small smile.

"Aw, look at that," Y/N laughed quietly as she kissed his smile. "You're the most beautiful man I have ever seen."

He flushed; his nose turned pink and instead of denying the compliment like he usually would, he grinned.

"Thank you?"

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Stray Kids' Bang Chan: Comfort & Cuddles (SFW)

No image yet! Let me know if you’re interested in making one! Otherwise, I’ll eventually get around to it! :)

Pairing: Bang Chan x gn!reader Warnings: descriptions of anxiety/stress/depression Genre: Fluff, minor angst WC: 688

            He made sure to turn off the lights, leaving the room dim with only a lamp to provide any source of light. It made you feel safer. But what made you feel safest at that moment was the way he sat behind you with his arms wrapped around you like a cocoon. He was silent, allowing you to hear as much as feel the way he breathed evenly, his chest expanding against your back with each breath he took. His face was pressed to the back of your shoulder, lips warm against your skin. His fingers rubbed gently over your hands, your arms.

            The way Chan held you like he was your shield against the world felt more than right. Your eyes were wet with the unshed tears that failed to trail behind the tracks lining down your cheeks. You had already cried your heart out, mild frustration tipping you over the edge that you spent too long hanging onto. The pressures of your life drove you to the point of breakdown. Now you were silently nursing a headache while he held you.

            It broke his heart to see you so stressed out. You always tried your best, and sometimes it just seemed like you were dealt bad hand after bad hand. He knew he could be your anchor when things got rough like today. You just needed to get it out of your system, and he was more than willing to patiently wait for you to calm down on your own terms. He pressed a reassuring kiss to the back of your shoulder, giving your arm a small squeeze, and you sighed.

            “I’m okay.” You sounded tired, your voice broken and scratchy. “You’re staying tonight?”

            Chan brought his hands to your shoulders and turned you enough to look back at him. “Of course,” he said. He pecked your cheek and shuffled his way off the bed. “Get your jammies on, baby. I’ll be right back.”

            With a sympathetic smile, he trotted out of your room, and you heard him opening cabinets in the kitchen. Following his lead, albeit slowly, you dug through your dresser and found cozy pajamas to wear. You had just shimmied on your pants when he walked back in, arms full of bottled water and bags of chocolate chips and gummy bears.

            The silly grin he wore on his face as he held the harvest in his arms was comical, like he was proud of his choices of food. You wanted to laugh, and the notion made you feel lighter. He dumped his conquest on the center of your bed and hopped back in, settling himself against your pillows.

            “Come snuggle and watch tv with me.” Chan held his arm out for you, reserving you your rightful place by his side. So with a little more pep in your step, you crawled into bed and curled up next to him. He reached over and snatched a bag of gummies. “I grabbed these but if you want anything else, I’ll go grab that too.”

            Once he opened the bag, he offered it to you and let you grab a small handful. You chewed slowly, feeling drained. A feeling of pressure was beginning to build in the back of your skull. “Can you reach in there and grab the meds?” you asked, pointing to your bedside drawer.

            Chan rolled out two tablets for you to take and handed them to you. Twisting open a bottle of water, you downed the pain relief and chased it down. The water felt soothing to your scratchy throat, and you nearly chugged the whole thing. He reached up and eased the bottle away from your mouth. “Slowly, baby.”

            Receiving a guilty grin from you, he reached under your pillows, haphazardly looking for the tv remote you tended to stash beneath them. “Ah ha!” He victoriously held the device up like a proud winner before pressing the on button and curling his arm around you. “Now we watch something fun, snack till we’re full, and sleep until noon.”

            With everything going on lately, it sounded like the perfect plan. “Thank you.”

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Nightmare

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: nightmare, crying, mention loss of loved one, grief

Summary: you were awoken by Chan because of a nightmare that you were having who tries to help you feel better and go back to sleep

A/N: I just think Chan is so perfect for this situation like he’s already such a comforting person that he’d know exactly what to do. Also, I had some really interesting titles in my docs but now all I can think of are basic T-T

Chan is a light sleeper. Always feeling on edge and like there’s something more to be done makes him this way, so the soft whimpers you were making in your sleep caused him to stir awake quickly. From the moonlight that illuminated your face and sliced through the pitch black darkness of your bedroom, Chan could see your eyelashes were wet with tears. In fact, there were tears escaping your closed eyelids now, and your cheeks were wet from where you’d been crying for a little bit. Worry quickly took over his features as he furrowed his brow, and his lips were pulled into a deep frown. He could feel his chest constrict with concern for you, and his heart squeezed when another soft cry fell from your lips.

You could feel yourself being pulled from your dream by a gentle shaking on your shoulder. When your senses finally came back to you, you felt something prickle your face. You reached up to brush it off, but to your surprise, you caught a tear that was streaking down your face. That’s when the events of your dream came flooding back to you.

Your hands mindlessly continued to wipe at the tears that spilled from your eyes after remembering that they had visited you again, and you had to relive the pain of losing them all over. You sucked in gulps of air trying to calm yourself down as sobs wracked your body. Through the midst of your breakdown, you could hear a gentle voice soothing you, and then arms pulling you against them to anchor you back in reality.

“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you…” Chan whispered softly against your temple, and he pressed soft kisses there. He cradled you against his chest and kept a firm arm around your back where he was rubbing soothing circles. You could feel your tears falling against his bare chest as you continued to work at breathing to calm yourself down. The scent of his body wash and him filled your nostrils and assisted with regulating your heart beat.

“I’m- ‘m sorry… I didn’t mean to wake you,” you managed to choke out in a broken sob once you found your voice, feeling bad that you had disrupted his sleep. You knew your boyfriend didn’t get much sleep as it was, and it was an even rarer occurrence for him to be able to spend the night with you. You hated that tonight of all nights you had to have one of those dreams. No nightmares.

Chan cupped your jaw, and his fingers rested in your hair as he used his thumb to wipe away your tears. You felt like you had no control over them as they kept pouring out of you despite your best efforts. He stroked your cheek, and his touch was feather light, trying to be as gentle as possible with you. “You can wake me whenever you need me, Y/n. I promise.” You could hear his voice rumble in his chest, and you shifted to wrap an arm across his middle. You were halfway lying on top of him now with your legs tangled in the sheets, and he smoothed your hair down while you breathed shakily.

Being so close to him was exactly what you needed. Having his strong arms wrapped around you and being surrounded by his scent was exactly what you needed. He was your safety and your home, and you could feel your chest slow down. Your breathing was slowly becoming even. “There you go, baby girl. That’s it. Breathe.” He was smoothing your hair down and gently brushing through it with his fingers. His other arm was hooked around your waist, and he squeezed you reassuringly. “Inhale…” he took a deep breath, and you did the same trying to match his breathing. “Exhale…” you sank down with his chest as he expelled the air from his lungs, and you let him guide you through this a few more times.

“Thank you, Chan…” you still felt a dull ache in your chest as the feelings from your dream lingered, but you were thankful for your boyfriend who was there to help you through it. You probably looked like a mess with your tear-stained face and tangled hair. You didn’t want to move from Chan’s bubble, and right now, you didn’t really care. He didn’t really seem to care either as he just held you closer and kissed the top of your head.

“I just want you to be okay,” he mumbled, and the hint of sadness in his voice caused you to chance a look up at him. He looked angelic in the moonlight that highlighted one side of his face and cast shadows on the other. You lifted up from him just a little to shift further up his body. You gently massaged in between his eyebrows that were still tight with worry.

“I’m okay, love. I’m okay now.” You watched as his face relaxed against your touch. You leaned down, and lightly kissed his beautiful heart-shaped lips. He kissed you back slowly falling into a rhythm perfected by time. “Promise,” you mumbled against his lips.

He carefully slid you off of him and laid you back against your pillow. You shivered a little from the lack of his body warmth, and he pulled the blanket up over your shoulders. Your eyes grew heavy, and it was getting harder to keep them open until you felt the space beside you was empty. You frowned and peered up at Chan’s silhouette stretching by the bed, “where are you going?”

“I’ll be right back. I’m just getting you some water, baby.”

“But I want you to stay.”

“I’ll be super fast that the bed won’t even have time to get cold.”

You wanted to protest further, but you knew you were a little dehydrated from all the crying you just did. You now became aware of the throbbing that had settled behind your eyes, and the lump in your throat you couldn’t seem to swallow. You just nodded your head, and let your eyes slip closed again. Chan wasn’t lying when he said he’d be fast because within a minute, you could feel the bed dip beside you, “hey, baby?”

“Hm?”

“Can you sit up for me?”

You yawned softly before sitting up in the bed, not quite ready to open your eyes. You could hear a small giggle from Chan, and he cooed, “cute.” Your lips curled up into a little smile as you swayed from sleepiness. You had expected Chan to hand you a water bottle when you felt a soft cloth pressed against your face. Your face was no longer wet with tears, but he had still grabbed a washcloth to help you feel more refreshed.

He took extra care of gently wiping your cheek, “my beautiful baby.” He moved to wipe the other cheek, “love of my life.” He even smoothed the cloth over your forehead, “perfect angel.” He finished off his praises by tucking your hair behind your ears, and you finally opened your eyes. You were a strong person having faced your fair share of hardships and managing to pick yourself back up again, but you made up your mind that you always wanted Chan there to help you through them from now on. And you wanted to be the person that helped him through them as well.

You found him looking at you with so much adoration in his eyes that you wanted to cry again, but this time because you were overflowing with love for this man. You gazed back into his eyes and hoped that you were able to convey the same to him. He unscrewed the top from the water bottle and handed it over to you, “will you drink some for me, baby?” You took the water bottle from him and took a sip which made you realize how thirsty you actually were. You took a couple of more big gulps, and you could feel your headache instantly ease up. You took the cap from him to put it back on the bottle, and place it on your bedside table.

You finally were able to retreat back to the warmth of your blankets, and you felt Chan settle down beside you. He let out a little sigh as he tucked you into the crook of his arm and once again pulled the covers up over your shoulders. You returned back to your position of your arm slung across his middle and legs entwined with his. His one arm was against your back again, the other rested on top of yours that was around his middle to keep you in place against him. You felt warm and light on the inside and out as you let sleepiness wash over you again.

You were sure Chan had already fallen asleep since his breathing slowed, and he hadn’t said anything in awhile. Your eyes closed once again, and a peaceful silence filled the room. You could feel yourself slowly drifting off again before your boyfriend’s voice called out to you.

“Y/n,” his voice was deep and raspy with sleep.

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And with that, you were both finally able to fall asleep again. All the negative feelings of before were forgotten as Chan, as always, made you feel nothing but safe and loved.

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silent cry

bang chan x reader

in which you have been suffering in silence and one day chan finds out

contains: reader overworking themselves, stressed out reader, hurt/comfort, swearing (like once), uses of pet names (baby, babe, darling)

word count: 0.7k

everything was going wrong. papers were scattered all around your desk, the glowing of your laptop being the only thing lighting up the room, the ramen bowl sitting on the side of your desk, even though you have finished it hours ago. it was a mess, you felt like a mess. it has been like this for nights on end.

you heard someone start to unlock the door and quickly closed your laptop and ran you your shared bedroom. as you pushed yourself under the covers pretending to be asleep, you heard the footsteps coming closer and closer to the room. "they're asleep" chan said with a smile, he knew your overworking tendencies and was happy you were finally taking care of yourself. he pressed a kiss to your forehead and set his stuff down, then grabbing a change of clothes to put on after his shower. after he left the room tears streamed down your face, the guilt over taking your body. you didn't know what was worse you hiding the fact that you were stressing yourself out or the disappointment chan would have when he found out. it was only a couple more weeks of this tedious cycle before you could take a break from work. as much as you wanted to be open with chan and let him know all your worries, you knew that he would feel terrible about the state you put yourself in, you would never want to hurt the man you love most. so you suffered in silence.

you had started working the second chan had left the house, though he had left unusually late today. you started working again pushing yourself to your limit. today was the last day of this project, then you were done. though the amount of work you had left made you worry, how would you get this all done? was it even possible? you groaned in pain feeling the panting in your head, with you limited amount of sleep and countless hours staring at the documents your eyes couldn't stand the stain on them. before you know it tears fell against your face one again, but this time you were unable to stop. all the horrible pain you had was being let out of your body. you were crying so hard you didn’t even hear the door open and the steps that were taken to your work room.

“baby?” if the work you had piled up wasn’t enough to make you feel like shit, knowing that chan had now seen you in the state you had been trying to hide from him would. you quickly wiped the tears away from your face and pushed away the chocked sobs coming from you. “hey babe, you here early” you said trying not to cry even more. he walked closer to you, and engulfed you in his arms “please baby tell me what’s wrong” “chan i’m…o-okay. i swear” but your cracking voice had given it away. “you know i’m always here for you, you know you can talk to me.” “i know” “then why have you been hiding you pain from me” he said looking into your eyes “why are you trying to tell me your okay when you’re clearly not?” “i didn’t want you to worry, i’m sorry” you cried “don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault. but i can’t have you suffering alone, i’m here to listen you your worries, that’s what i’m here for. so please don’t hide your feeling away” you sobbed in his arms for a little longer, him eventually doing the same. knowing that you had been hiding this from him just because you didn’t want to bother him made chan feel horrible. “please don’t cry… i won’t do it again, i swear” you said brushing his tears away. you wrapped your arms around his body and gave him a kiss. “i love you channie, and i’m sorry i hid my feelings from you” “please darling, just don’t hurt yourself like this ever again” “i won’t”

the two of you stayed in each other’s arms for a bit before chan spoke up, “are you hungry? i got your favorite” “it must be cold now, i room so much of your time…” “anytime with you is time we’ll spent, and i’m happy we were able to talk things out.” he said with a smile “i’m so grateful to have you in my life, i love you chan” you said giving him a peck on his cheek, “i love you more babe” he said picking you up, “now let’s eat, i’m starving” you laughed in response. you felt like the luckiest person in the world knowing you had chan by your side.

a/n: a little self-indulgent, but just wanted to make a fic based off this song ^^

please don’t spam like posts, repost, translate, or use my work without my permission. all work is fictional and only used for entertainment purposes.

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standing with you

Summary: the day after the election took an emotional toll on you, but your best friends are there to hold you in the midst of the chaos.

TW: mentions of the election, anxiety, crying. This is how I was feeling the day after everything went down.

Pairings: gender neutral reader x Hyunjin, Felix and Seungmin

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, AU

PSA: this is not a direct reflection on the artist or artists mentioned in these fics.

This fic/title is based off the song "Standing With You" by Guy Sebastian

The past couple of days leading up to the dreaded day passed much quicker than you had hoped. You didn't want to assume how it would all unfold, but the uncertainty was eating you alive. As midnight approached, you refused to look at the votes any longer, opting instead to distract yourself by watching YouTube videos until the heaviness of your eyelids took over.

The next morning felt wrong. The air in your room was thick and heavy, and without checking your phone, you just knew. You got the dreaded text from one of your best friends out of town, sending you the final poll. There was no way, but it was all right there on your screen. You set your phone down, and stared at the ceiling, letting the tears roll down your cheeks. You didn’t want to feel the emotions that you and so many others were experiencing at that moment, but everything inside you was overwhelming. There seemed to be no point in trying to mask it.

There was a knock at the door, but you couldn't respond. It wasn't that you didn't want to; you were just too busy trying to comprehend why this had happened.

"Y/N, are you awake?" you heard Hyunjin say on the other side of the door, and that somehow made the tears roll faster and heavier. A sob unexpectedly escaped your lips, and you were no longer staring at the ceiling but rather covering your face with both hands, your eyebrows pinched painfully together.

"Honey, can we come in?" Seungmin asked.

You weren't sure who made up "we," whether it was two or eight of them, but you lacked the energy to speak up.

"We won't come in if you want your privacy, baby, we just want you to know we're here," came another voice. It sounded like there were more than two people, and they were waiting for your permission, and that made you start bawling.

"Please, please, I-" you didn't know what you were pleading for. Hugs? Change? Both? You took a deep breath and whispered.

"I want a hug please..."

The door swung open and three of the guys moved urgently into your room. The first one to embrace you was Hyunjin, wrapping his arms around you when your teary eyes met his.

"Oh bug..." he whispered as he held you close. The tears you shed, filled with fear and sorrow, were now mixed with tears of relief. You felt comfort in knowing that they were there for you, that they loved you, and that nothing would ever change that. Seungmin climbed to the other side of you and wrapped his arms around both you and Hyunjin, kissing the top of your head. Felix took one of your hands in both of his and kissed it repeatedly.

"I am so so sorry, y/n" he whispered, not knowing what else to say, knowing this was a very scary situation, and no amount of words of wisdom was going to fix it. You cried into Hyunjin's shoulder while your hand gripped Felix's and your other hand found Seungmin's that was laying on Hyunjin's shoulder.

"We won't pretend that we understand what you're going through, but I hope you know that we stand with you no matter what. We got you and we love you, y/n," Seungmin said confidently. He didn't say everything would be okay, nor did he try to tell you to "look on the bright side." He didn't attempt to make you stop crying or offer any false hope. He understood that the uncertainty was affecting you and many others, and that was why he wanted to show his love in any way he could. He lay down beside you on your bed, allowing you to cry it out and comforting you with kind words.

"We love you so much"

"Let it out, y/n, let it all out"

"You are so loved, baby"

The comfort you were receiving was too much that you were almost wailing, enough for the guys to have to blink back the stinging behind their eyes.

"What can we do for you love?" Felix asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You didn't have an answer, because you didn't know what would make you feel better.

"Do you want to stay in? We could order your favorites and watch movies?" Hyunjin asks. Tears welled in your eyes, causing Hyunjin to let out a sad chuckle and kiss your head.

"Our sweet y/n, we love you so much," he said with so much love in his voice.

"I love you all too," you sniffled. The four of you stayed that way until you were steady enough to get up on your own and for everyone to move to the living room. You couldn't say you didn't have moments after that morning where your worries eased, and tears subsided, but having your best friends as allies was all you could ask for.

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❤️

Hi everyone

I want to take a moment to acknowledge how heavy my heart has been feeling this past week. If you’re feeling scared or uncertain right now, please know that you’re not alone. I’ve been grappling with fear for myself, my family, for future generations, and for everyone affected by the recent election. It breaks my heart to think of those who don’t know what to do or where to turn from here. I empathize with you, and I am so so so sorry.

I want you to know that I’m here for you. I understand how intimidating this time can be. Staying optimistic has been a challenge for me, and I can’t say I’m okay just because we need to keep moving forward—I’m not. I feel disappointed and scared, and that’s completely valid. You are allowed to mourn, to take a mental health day, and to let your emotions flow.

For the first time in my life, I found myself crying the morning after the election. I didn’t push those feelings aside or pretend everything was fine; I allowed myself to truly feel the sadness, hurt, and anger that so many of us—especially women, non-binary individuals, the LGBTQIA+ community, and survivors of assault—are experiencing right now.

My page is a safe haven for you—a space for smiles, laughter, tears, and comfort. My DMs are always open, and you can find solace here anytime. We will fight together to reclaim what belongs to us. Remember, you are loved and you matter deeply.

Even though we faced a setback in the election, our battle is far from over. We will achieve the dreams and goals we hold dear, and I promise to stand by your side every step of the way. Please take care of yourself. I love you.

There are people out there who want to help us:

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Changbin couldn’t stop mixing them up 😭

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Got Your Back ~ Skz

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅WORD COUNT: 2.4k

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅PAIRING: Stray kids x reader 

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅GENRE: Established relationships, friends, platonic, cute, fluffy, chan being comforting, boys trying to help out, non idol au,

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - October 2024

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅MASTERLIST

You sit at the dining table, staring blankly at your laptop. The congratulatory messages about your MBA graduation had rolled in, but instead of the sense of accomplishment you expected, there’s only confusion and uncertainty. The question that haunted you: What now?

No one had told you what you were supposed to do now, fully out of education and thrown into the world where you had no idea how anything even operated.

Across from you, Seungmin leans over, trying to peek at your screen. You'd been crashing at their apartment for the time being while you figured out your next move. All of them were happy to have you around, and they had the spare rooms so they hadn't minded you being there at all.

"Still searching for jobs?" he asks casually, his voice light but not helping much. You glanced away from the screen for a second and met his brown eyes that were already sinking into yours,

"Yeah... just trying to figure things out," you murmur, sighing. You've been at this for hours, scouring job boards, but nothing seems to fit. The weight of expectations, both from others and yourself presses down on you. You wanted to do something with the degree, but everything you'd applied for was shooting you down due to lack of 'experience' but how were you supposed to get experience if no one was willing to hire you in the first place?

Jisung slouches on the couch, his playful grin is evident as he waves his phone in your direction.''

"You could always just be a professional napper. I heard there’s demand for that!" His attempt at lightening the mood only adds to your frustration. You knew he was just trying to make you laugh, they all were but somehow they only seemed to make you feel worse about everything.

You didn't want to spend the next few months freeloading off them and mooching your days away on their sofa,

"I wish it were that easy..." You try to smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. You stared back at the screen, looking through the emails of rejections you'd gotten for the last week and it was making you want to slam your head in the laptop and never look at it again.

Jeongin comes up behind you, giving your shoulder a little squeeze. He could sense that everything was starting to pile up on top of you, they'd been trying to get you to take a couple days to yourself but nothing was working yet.

"Hey, you’ll figure it out. You're literally the smartest person I know!" His words, while kind, don’t quite soothe the gnawing anxiety building up inside you. Felix plops next to you, laying his head on your arm with his deep voice chiming in,

"You’ve got so much time. Why not take a break for a bit and bake with me? Sometimes, stepping away helps...Besides you JUST graduated...you deserve some time off to relax," Though his offer sounds comforting, it doesn’t seem like the solution you need right now. You can feel the boys' efforts to help, but somehow, it all falls short. The uncertainty continues to swirl in your mind, the questions you knew you'd face if you didn't go straight into a job.

"How about we all get food and come back with a fresh set of eyes later?" Chan suggested as he watched you from the doorway. If anyone could get you to do something it would be him and you bit down on your lip,

"it'll be here when you get back, food is essential in life." He told you, and you could tell by the stern look on his face that he wasn't going to drop this easily.

"Fine. One meal." You mumbled as the others practically raced to the door to go and get their stuff ready. Chan watched as you reluctantly shut the laptop screen and got up, making your way over to him.

"I'll help you in any way I can, you know that," Chan whispered as he wrapped his arms around your shoulder and led you toward the others.

"But-"

"Staring at a screen for 24 hours a day isn't going to change anything. You need relaxation, you need a fresh space." He said while cutting you off. He couldn't stand the thought of you sitting there for HOURS on end torturing yourself over not being able to get anything you were applying for. You needed some time away.

It was late, far too late for you to still be awake, but here you were, sitting at the kitchen table once again with a cup of coffee long gone cold. The screen in front of you is blurred from hours of scrolling through job listings. Each click led to more pressure, another wave of doubt. The meal you'd gone out for earlier felt like it had been days ago but it had only been six hours, while it had been nice to get out it did nothing to calm you.

You'd spent the whole dinner pretending to listen to the guys as they spoke but you were agonising in your own mind about what you were supposed to do next.

“Still at it?” Chan’s voice cut through the quiet hum of your laptop. You hadn’t even noticed him walking in. You glance over your shoulder, feeling guilty that you'd been caught when you'd promised him you would leave it for the night. But Chan had known all too well you weren't just going to drop it.

"Yeah, I just—there’s so much to do, and I feel like I’m falling behind." You admitted and for the first time in a long time, it finally felt good to say it out loud. You hadn't wanted to tell the others but it was true. A part of you felt as though you were going to end up failing and never using the degree you'd worked hard for over the last few years.

Chan shakes his head gently, coming over to sit beside you on one of the chairs, his gaze lingers on the clock on the kitchen wall.

"It’s 2 a.m. You should be resting." You could hear the playful scolding coming from him but you shook your head,

"I can’t," you mutter, rubbing your temples. Everything felt as though it was too much right now, like there was a growing pressure pinning you down and if you didn't find something soon you were going to be crushed beneath it all.

"What if I don’t find something soon? What if I wasted all this time for nothing?" The stress in your voice is evident, your anxiety bubbling to the surface. Chan reaches out, softly closing your laptop before you can protest, he slides it off the table and puts it on the chair beside him.

“You’re going to burn yourself out if you keep pushing like this.” Something you'd told him countless times when he was working himself into the ground, but just because you gave him advice didn't mean you had to take it,

“I don’t have time to relax, Chan. I need to figure this out,” you say, your voice a bit sharper than you intended, but he doesn’t flinch, he just watches you with a weak smile on his lips.

"You do have time," he replies calmly. "You just graduated, and no one expects you to have everything sorted right away. It’s okay to take a break." He tugs you gently, guiding you away from the table and forces you to walk into the living room where he dropped you on the sofa beside him.

"I just... I don’t want to fail," you admit quietly, the vulnerability of your words surprising even yourself. You laid your head on his shoulder as he ran his hands up and down your arm softly.

"You won’t fail. But if you keep going like this, you’ll wear yourself out. Then you really won’t be able to move forward." You sigh, feeling the tension in your body refusing to leave.

"I don’t know how to stop thinking about it."

“Then let me help you stop.” His voice is soft, but there’s a firmness in his tone. He reaches out, grabbing one of your hands and gently squeezing, he would do anything to help you shut off for a while.

"For tonight, just... be here. No more job searching, no more stressing. Just relax with me." You don’t answer immediately, your mind still racing with the thoughts of what needs to be done, but his thumb gently strokes the back of your hand, grounding you in the present.

Chan shifts, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. The soft flicker of a random show fills the room, casting a warm glow around you both. He pulls you closer, and before you know it, your head is resting on his shoulder. His steady presence has an almost immediate calming effect, the weight of the world slowly lifting off your shoulders.

"You’re not alone in this, okay?" Chan murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "I’ll help you figure everything out. You have more time than you think." You sniffled a little as you listened to him, taking his words in and nodding your head.

Your shoulders slump as you sighed a little and finally admit everything you'd been holding back,

"I just... I feel stuck. I worked so hard for this degree, but now I don’t even know what I want to do next." Chan’s gaze softens as he listens carefully. He lets you speak about your worries, your fears, and the pressure you're feeling.

“I get it,” he says after a pause. “It’s a tough transition. But you don’t have to figure it all out in one go. Maybe you can start with small steps.” You blink, looking over at him, the TV long forgotten as you stare at him.

“Small steps?” Chan nods.

“Yeah. I know it’s overwhelming when you think about everything at once but maybe focus on just one thing that excites you. We can start there.” You nod at him about to talk when he shakes his head at you.

"But I order for the next couple of days you're to relax...take time...okay?" He squeezed you closer to him as you settled back into the comfort of his arms and the TV.

It had been a few weeks since your graduation, and though you tried to relax, the pressure to figure out your next step weighed heavily on you. Chan had been your rock during this time, always knowing when to pull you away from your laptop, forcing you to take breaks and reminding you that you didn’t need to have everything figured out just yet.

But one night, after another long day of scrolling through endless job postings, you felt like you were back at square one. You sighed, leaning back against the couch, the glow of your screen casting shadows on your tired face.

Chan noticed. He always did. He came over, sitting beside you and peeking at your screen.

"Still nothing?" he asked softly, staring at the email you'd gotten that had once again rejected you.

"Nothing that feels right," you admitted, rubbing your eyes. You were starting to get a tension headache and all you wanted to do was cry.

"It’s like I’m going in circles. I don’t even know what I’m looking for anymore." Chan leaned back, his fingers drumming lightly on his knee as he thought for a moment.

"You know… I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something," he began, glancing over at you. "I’ve got a friend—well, more like a connection in the industry. They’re looking for someone with your exact qualifications." You stared at him and blinked. Chan worked in the music industry and you'd never really thought about asking him for help until now.

"Really?"

"Yeah," he smiled. "It’s not one of those big corporate jobs, but it’s a start. You’d be working in a creative environment, helping manage some marketing campaigns and operations. I think you’d be great at it." The idea sparked something in you—interest, hope.

"Do you think they’d want to talk to me?" Chan chuckled, nodding.

"I might have already sent them your info. They were interested as soon as I mentioned your MBA." You gaped at him, caught between surprise and gratitude.

"Wait, you already told them about me? Chan, why didn’t you say anything?"

"I wanted to wait until you were ready," he said, his voice gentle. "I know you've been feeling a lot of pressure, and I didn’t want to overwhelm you. But I think this could be a really good opportunity for you." You felt a surge of emotions—relief, excitement, and most of all, gratitude for how thoughtful and supportive he had been during this whole process. Tears were starting to build up inside of your eyes and you whined a litt;e.

"Are you serious? I—I don’t even know what to say," you stammered, feeling a warmth spread through you. Chan grinned, nudging you lightly with his shoulder.

"Just say you’ll think about it. There’s no rush. But I think it could be the right step for you, and I’m always here to help if you need anything along the way." You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face, your heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks. For the first time, something felt right.

"I’ll think about it," you promised, your voice soft but hopeful.

A few days later, you found yourself on a call with Chan’s contact. The conversation went well—better than you had expected—and when you hung up, you immediately messaged Chan.

I got the interview! They want me to start next week if everything goes well!

His reply came almost instantly: I knew you’d be perfect for it. You’ve got this!

Sitting there, staring at the screen, you realized how much Chan had helped you—not just by finding the opportunity but by being the constant support you needed through all the uncertainty.

Later that night, you sat beside Chan again, feeling more at peace than you had in weeks. The two of you were watching a TV show together that had become your way to relax during times of stress and now it was the routine you shared.

"You really saved me, you know that?" you said quietly. He shook his head, giving you that soft, reassuring smile.

"Nah, you did all the hard work. I just gave you a little nudge." He winks at you and you smile, leaning your head on his shoulder.

"Well, thank you. For everything." Chan wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close.

"Anytime. You know I’ve got your back."

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wonwoo and scoups tickling jeonghan

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Styling~

Lee: Felix, Reader Ler: Reader, Felix Word Count: 1k

A/N: my first fic with bff reader😋i hope you like it~🤗💖

Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae,

@jungwon-is-the-one, @reginald-stay09

“Hold still, Lix, or I’m never going to finish,” you mutter, brush in hand, trying for the umpteenth time to tie little braids at the back of Lixie’s head.

Lix was talking your ear off. His voice was soft as it always was when he spoke to you. He leaned into your touch as your hands gently massaged his scalp.

Felix told you about all the places he’d been able to visit, telling you about everything that reminded him of you. He really wished he could take you along.

It was sweet, the way his mind seemed to find you even when he was halfway across the globe from you.

You’d missed him too.

As you wove the strands together you let your fingers ‘accidentally’ graze the blonde’s neck. It makes Felix squirm, a smile tugging at his lips as he looked at you through the mirror.

“Ihit’s nohohot fair! Y-yohuhu’re doing thihis on puhurpose!” He giggles and the cute sounds he makes, has you smiling fondly.

Your fingers dance along the back of his neck and brushing against the sensitive skin just below his hairline.

A soft shiver rippled through him, and you smirk as Lix trembles in his seat, barely holding back a chuckle.

“Tickles, huh?” You tease, your fingertips grazing his neck again, slower this time—deliberate.

You carefully watch the way Felix’s shoulders scrunch up and how his lips wobble before a beautiful smile breaks free.

“It’s nohot my fahault!! Youhuhu’re tihihickling mehehe!” He protests, laughter bubbling up uncontrollably.

Even as he whined, you noticed that Lix kept his hands in his lap, despite you not having requested it. It made you giggle.

Felix had always seemed to enjoy being tickled, you knew this, and you were so grateful he hadn’t changed.

“Squirmy. Does this tickle a lot baby?” You lean close to him, your hands merciless as they wiggled over Lix’s sensitive neck.

“Yehehehehes ihit tihihickles soho muHUHUch!!”

“Aww, so cute Lixie. You’re just as sensitive as I remember. I bet your members tickle you a lot to hm?” You loved how easy it was to fluster him.

Sweet giggles spill from his lips as you keep at it, gently curling and uncurling your hands at the sides of his neck.

“Youhuhu sahahaid you’d dohoho my hahair!! Nohohot tihickle mehe—AH ahahaha plehehease~”

Lixie’s hair was soft to the touch and as it brushed against your hands, an idea popped into your head.

Curiously, you catch a stand of his hair between your fingertips and sweep the ends over your best friend’s ear.

Felix squeaked, his hands shooting up to grab onto yours. He looked pleadingly up at you and you could see the rosy blush on his cheeks.

The color really brought out his freckles, making them pop up across his face like stars in the night sky. The sight was breathtaking.

“Haha, does everything tickle you Lix? C’mon admit you’re the most sensitive one in the group and I’ll let you go~”

Felix shook his head stubbornly, his legs kicking out slightly as you moved to his ribs,  digging into the crevices.

It makes Felix arch away, his hands clutching desperately onto the armrests of the chair.

“ahahaHAHA PLEHEHEASE!! NOHOT THEHERE!! YOUHUHU’RE SOHO MEHEHEAN!”

Shrieks mixed with helpless laughter, Lix doing his best to stay put while also trying to lean away from the torturous sensations.

It had been so long since the two of you had been able to spend some time together due to his busy schedule and Lix had promised to make it up to you.

You had been waiting for him to offer and a devious grin spread across your face the moment he had asked what you wanted to do.

His hair and makeup. Felix’s hair had grown so long and you had always wanted to style it. But as laughter filled the air, you decided that it could wait.

Right now, all you wanted to hear were more of these cute sounds. You couldn’t ignore how much you’d missed moments like these—the quiet times, just the two of you, away from the busy world.

Just when you thought you had the upper hand, Felix’s grin widened. Without warning, his fingers darted toward your waist, catching you off guard.

“Y/nnie~,” he cooed, scribbling his fingers over your sides and you can feel his breath fan your ear as he leans in, teasing, “Your turn now.”

You knew you were screwed. Lixie could be a so mean when he was in the mood.

There’s a gleam in his eyes as he watches you writhe in his hold. “What’s the matter y/nnie? Can’t take it, hm?”

His blunt nails skitter over your waist, lightning-fast and mischievous, making you jerk back instinctively.

A bout of frantic cackles escapes your lips as you shove his hands desperately. That ultimately proves to be futile.

His touch was light but quick, fingers dancing over your skin like tiny jolts of electricity, making it impossible to escape.

“Aw, that’s too bad. I wanna see your smile~ Won’t you laugh for me y/nnie?” Lix teased, his fingers playfully digging into your ribs now.

“Ahahaha Lihihix nohoho. Behehe nihihihice! Behe niHIHIHICE!!” You beg between peals of hysterical laughter.

His touch was relentless but playful, and his eyes sparkled with mischief, clearly enjoying every second of your torment.

Lix was much stronger than you and he used his strength to his advantage, easily pinning your arms and clawing at your tummy.

“C’mon y/nnie I know you can take this much~ Besides you really did a number on me earlier. Did you think you’d get away scot-free, hm?”

“Ihihi dihid nohohot! Plehehease ahahahaha youhu knohow Ihi’m more sehehehensitive!!” The words set your face ablaze, and felt insanely flustering to admit out loud but it got Felix to finally stop.

He let you go, messing up your hair as you slumped breathlessly in the chair he’d been seated in earlier. He tossed you a bottle of water from across the room.

“Now that we got that done, wanna get back on track?” His smirk told you this was far from over. The day was still young and you had plenty of time to get back at Lix.

“Better watch your back Lixie~ It’s not over yet.” You warn with a smirk, Felix’s bright red ears giving away how much this affected him.

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7 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙚𝙚! 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙗𝙞𝙣 — 𝙙𝙖𝙮 2: 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1k

𝙖/𝙣: resonated with this one on another level :(

𝙩/𝙬: soft tickles, anxious binnie just cause, massage

𝒍𝒆𝒆: changbin

𝙡𝙚𝙧: felix

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

Playing with his fingers anxiously, Changbin could barely contain the nervous tears threatening to spill over his eyes. 

Lies. It was all lies. He couldn’t stop lying. ‘Why am i like this? Why can’t I just tell them the truth?’

That specific day, he had felt so anxious in the morning, his hands were shaking and he was practically heaving in every breath. It was like something completely different. He had never felt it before. 

“Oh god…” He gasped, left hand suddenly gripping the chair beneath him tightly as he sobbed, covering his mouth with the right so the others wouldn’t hear him. 

Chan had stopped him, asking how his morning was. He responded saying it was good. Lies. 

Hyunjin questioned if he was nervous. He said no. Lies. 

Felix asked if he was okay. He replied that he was completely fine and just tired. More and more lies. 

And now they had a performance soon and Binnie was stuck like this in the waiting room. He tried to stop his tears, thankfully not wearing any makeup. He didn’t think he could handle another makeup artist yelling at him. 

“Binnieee!!” Felix bounced into the room, a happy grin on his face as he ran to his hyung. 

Seeing his face, he fell short. “Hey…hyung…” He quickly shut the door and locked it, racing back to the older sitting on the bench and kneeling in front of him. 

“…What happened?” Felix asked, cupping the rapper’s cheeks in his hands. 

“N-Nothing…” Changbin replied, ableit subduedly. “I’m okay, I swear!” He hoped the younger wouldn’t suspect anything. After all, he wasn’t exactly crying anymore, there weren’t any tears. 

“I’m smarter than that, bunny…” Felix sighed, pressing a small kiss to the tip of Binnie’s nose. 

“I’m s-so sorry…” Changbin couldn’t hold in any longer, tears dripping onto his shirt, clenched between his fists. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Cry all you need to, hyung. It’s okay—I’m here.” Felix cooed, pulling the shorter into his arms. “I was happy cause our performance get pushed a few hours…meaning we can go home. You wanna do that?” 

Changbin nodded quietly, and he was quiet all the way home, silently gripping Lixie’s hoodie and looking out the window, head leaning on the chick’s shoulder with ease. 

Felix offered him a massage, and seeing how Changbin could never pass up in one of those, he agreed. 

Minutes later, he was groaning happily as Lix slowly massaged every sore muscle in his back. 

It was all very sweet and all, but Lix had a plan…and an ulterior motive. 

“AHaah!! Yongbok-ah, dohohon’t! Stohohohop!!” Binnie’s hands flew back to grip at the younger’s wrists. 

Felix paused in faux confusion, fingernails scribbling down Changbin’s back. “What was that? Don’t…stop?” 

“Nahahahhaa!!” Binnie giggled, twisting away from the fingers down his shoulder blades. 

“Awhhhh!!” Lixie cooed, hands never stopping their small scribbling movements down the dwaekki’s sensitive back. “Well, I bet you’re enjoying this, are you?~” 

Changbin squeaked at that, a hard jolt racking his body as a finger slid down his spine. 

Felix bent the older’s arms under his torso, the weight keeping him pinned beneath the chick. 

“Wahahait…wait—AGH!!” Changbin screeched when Lixie’s fingers curled around his sides, dragging his nails along the sides and across his back before returning along the same path. 

The sensations were torture for poor Changbin, who let out a hysterical squeal, twisting crazily under the fingers but finding nowhere to escape. 

“Ohohoho my gohohohod thahat tihihihickles sohoho BAHAHAD!!” Changbin giggled frantically, drumming his feet on the edge of the bed and laughing freely. 

Felix reached back teasingly and did the same with the backs of the rapper’s thighs, earning a squealy, happy Binnie beneath him. 

“Oh gosh, you’re too cute.” Lixie laughed along with the giggling older, moving his tracing fingers along the sides of Changbin’s torso, abandoning his back for a while. 

Poor Binnie jolted aggressively, squealing and whining at all the tingly sensations, leaving him a flushed mess on the bed, tears of laughter welling up in the corners of his eyes. 

“Yohohohongbok—ahahahhh…” He gave up completely to the tickles, slumping onto the bed and giggling his cute head off. 

Felix kept ticklishly massaging his fingers into every crevice of Bin’s body, fingers tracing over every swell and sink of the rapper’s body. Of course, who else would know Binnie’s body better? 

“Thahahahat tihihihicklesss!!” Changbin squeaked when Felix now moved to his armpits, gently tracing along the hollow enough for it to tickle and soft enough to elicit the softest reactions from the dwaekki. 

About fifteen minutes of this later, Changbin was melted completely against the bed, face turned to the side. His cheek squished against the pillow, tears soaking the cloth beneath it as giggles poured from him endlessly. 

He was exhausted, but he loved it. 

‘Maybe…I can last a little longer. I won’t lie about it.’ 

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Omg cute!!