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Bluebell

"I had nowhere else I could go"

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genre: non!idol au, angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: swearing, cheating (mentioned), best friends fighting, drinking (barely), heart break

pov: 2nd person

pairing: jisung & reader

description: your best friend is trying to protect you from a secret that he knows will hurt you. the two of you get into a drunken fight with words better left unsaid. when the truth comes out, you can only think of one person to turn to.

word count: 8,067

a/n: i am so sorry for what you're about to read...it's kind of based on the most diabolical thing i read on twitter recently. or at least one particular line is...everything else was already in motion. you'll see what i mean later

"Are you guys driving up there or taking the train?" Felix asks before taking a sip of his drink—some mixed cocktail that he had already been drinking when you got to the bar.

"The train is faster and cheaper. Plus, I think it's more romantic." You lean forward and rest your elbow on the table, placing your chin in one hand. With the other, you stir your drink with your straw.

The bar is unsurprisingly quiet for a Thursday evening. Besides your group, only a few other people are lounging around. A couple sits in the corner, enjoying each other's company. A man sits alone with his head in his hands at the counter, a couple of empty bottles of soju sit in front of him. The bar owner has decent music playing that livens the atmosphere. On the TV, a baseball game plays quietly.

Every Thursday, the 9 of you meet up for drinks. Afterward, You all go out for dinner and catch up on what's going on in your lives. Thursday, as unconventional of a day to go out, is the only day when all of you can get together.

Seungmin, Minho, and Changbin are engrossed in a conversation on the other side of the table about something that happened at Changbin's job yesterday. You're on the other end of the table talking to Hyunjin, Jeongin, and Felix about your upcoming trip to Busan with your boyfriend this weekend. Chan sits in the middle, contributing a little bit to both conversations. How he's able to participate in both is something you can't even begin to understand. Your best friend, Jisung, sits beside you quietly drinking beer while completely lost in thought. He checked out of the conversation a few minutes ago, the effects of the beer most likely overtaking his mind.

"Do you think this is going to be the trip?" Hyunjin excitedly drums along to the song that's playing from the speakers on the table, a knowing smile creeps onto his face.

"The trip?" Jeongin furrows his eyebrows as he tries to figure out what Hyunjin is hinting at.

"I think he means," Chan sets his drink on the table and pauses for a moment, looking at you. "do you think he's going to pop the questions?"

Jisung scoffs beside you. When you turn to see what's going on with him, he's facing forward, staring at nothing and taking a large sip of his drink.

"In Busan?" Jeongin's exaggerated response pulls your attention back to the conversation.

"You're only saying that because you're from there and are immune to the true beauty and romance of the city." Felix pats Jeongin's shoulder lightly.

"Yeah, but there are better places to propose...like Jeju or Chuncheon. Busan? Where are you guys going to go? Gwangalli Beach—Ow!" Jeongin's hand flies to the back of his head and turns to Chan, betrayed and surprised by the sudden smack.

"It was a spontaneous trip right?" Hyunjin sits up quickly, shifting the direction of the conversation.

"Yeah,"

Your boyfriend came home last week and surprised you with train tickets. Three days and two nights in Busan. The two of you have gone on trips before, but they were trips the two of you planned together over time. It was completely unexpected, but not unwanted.

Things between the two of you had been awkward for the past couple of weeks. It was almost like he was avoiding you. He'd get up earlier and leave for work. Some nights he'd stay later to work overtime, leaving you to have dinner alone. Texts and calls were less frequent while arguments seemed to happen every time you were together. One time he got mad when he found you holding his phone when you were trying to find a picture the two of you took together from a previous date. Another time, he was complaining about how much time you were spending on your phone because the bill went up. You were worried that he'd come home one day and break up with you. But your worries dissipated when he mentioned the trip and he explained that's why things have been off.

"Well, if I was dating someone and I was ready to take that relationship to the next level, I'd plan a weekend getaway and pop the question." Hyunjin leans back into his chair, stretching his arms above his head.

Beside you, Jisung mumbles something under his breath that you didn't catch. Chan shoots him a confused before joining the other conversation.

"So Y/n," Felix sets his glass on the table and rests both of his elbows on the table. His chin rests in his hands as a smile spreads across his face. "If he does propose, would you say yes?"

"Hey, don't get their hopes up like that. What if he just wanted to take them on a trip?" Jeongin warns.

"Yeah, but they've been dating long enough that if he did propose, it wouldn't be completely unexpected," Hyunjin argues.

"Well, even if it doesn't end up being a proposal, I still think that you two make the cutest couple. Don't you guys agree?" Felix

"I think it's all fucking bullshit," Jisung mumbles louder. This time, you hear him.

"Okay, what the hell is your problem?" You snap. You move so fast you nearly knock your cup over.

Jisung doesn't look at you. Instead, he takes another sip of his drink and continues to face forward. He lets out a refreshed sigh as he finishes his drink. He sets his cup on the table a little too forcibly, making a loud thud that causes the conversation on the other end of the table to quiet down and look at what's going on. "Nothing,"

"Really?" You scoff in disbelief, turning your body towards him fully. "Because you've been weird pretty much the entire time I've been here and you've been making snarky comments the entire time."

Jisung squeezes his eyes shut, creating three little lines between his eyebrows. His lips press together into a fine line like he's trying to stop himself from saying something. After a moment, he lets out a deep sigh and opens his eyes. "Just forget it. It's nothing."

"No, you've been weird with me for the past couple of weeks and now you're sitting there muttering things under your breath. If you have a problem with me, just tell me."

"Drop it, Y/n."

“No, no, no. Clearly, something is on your mind and you need to say something about it. Go ahead, the floor is all yours.”

You continue to stare at Jisung, hoping that he’ll at least look at you. But still, his eyes are locked forward at something the one spot on the wall left bare. His jaw clenched, his arms crossed across his chest, his leg bouncing rapidly under the table, and heat radiating off of his body.

While you spend most of your free time with your boyfriend. Whatever remaining bits of freedom from work and general life admin is spent with Jisung. The two of you met back in university and became fast friends. The two of you did everything together. You spent countless hours in the library trying to complete assignments. You’d walk each other to class even if the other didn’t have classes until later in the afternoon. You were there to hype each other up with budding romances. And you were each other’s shoulder to cry on when those relationships failed. When graduation rolled around, the two of you got a place together. Which you only stayed at until you moved in with your boyfriend nearly two years ago. And until recently, the two of you remained close.

It came out of nowhere. You didn’t think much of it when he canceled on you while you were nearly at his place for your weekly Monday night movie night. He said he wasn’t feeling good and even after you offered to check on him, he was adamant about you not coming over. And when he couldn’t meet up during both of your lunch breaks on Wednesday, you figured he was still sick. So when he when he didn’t show up for the Thursday night meeting with the group, you brushed it off. He’d still answer your calls and texts but not for long. You thought something was wrong when the same thing happened the following week. You wondered if you had done something wrong to hurt his feelings but when you asked, he denied it. Still, he found excuses to not meet up this week. Today is the first time you’ve seen him in three weeks.

Sensing the sudden tension at the table, the conversation between Chan, Minho, Changbin, and Seungmin dies. The rest of the group shift awkwardly in their seats as Felix leans over towards the other end of the table a tells them what’s happening. Chan looks between the two of you before saying something to Seungmin, who quickly disappears from the table. Chan clears his throat and cautiously pulls your and Jisung’s drinks away. “Maybe we should switch over to water, yeah?”

“I’m not drunk,” Jisung waves off the older man.

“Then why are you being such an ass?” You snap, quickly getting annoyed with your best friend.

“Hey, maybe you two should do this when there’s not a single drop of alcohol in your systems.” Minho interrupts this time.

“But Ji has something very important to tell me.” You turn your body towards Jisung, crossing your arms over your chest. “Maybe it has something to do with why he’s been avoiding me for almost 3 weeks.”

Jisung, still refusing to break eye contact with the wall, lays both of his hands palm down on the table. You don’t miss the slightest twitch in his jaw as he clenches his teeth. His leg is still bouncing under the table. His hands slowly ball up into small fists. “Drop. It.”

“Let’s play a game or something!” Felix claps his hands together loudly, hoping to cut the tension spreading in the room.

“If you’re mad at me, just say so. Don’t sit there all moody and muttering shit under your breath.”

“Leave it alone.” He uncurls his hands and lays them flat again.

You stare at your best friend one more time, hoping he will look at you. Moments pass and Jisung is still refusing to look at you. Instead, he continues to stare at the wall with his leg bouncing as he clenches and unclenches his hand.

Annoyed and over whatever temper tantrum Jisung is having, you grab your phone off the table, take some cash out of the back of your phone case, and toss it on the table. “Fine, whatever. I have to be up early for my trip tomorrow—“

“Don’t,” Jisung grabs your wrist to stop you from leaving. He finally looks up at you. His eyes are large and rimmed with tears threatening to fall out. After a moment, his hand slides down your wrist into your hand. “Please don’t go on that trip.”

“Why not?” You huff, still annoyed at whatever is going on with Jisung but still curious enough to know what's going on in your drunk best friend's mind.

His grip on your hand tightens as if that'll be enough to prevent you from leaving. But as he continues to stare at you, his eyes scanning your face, his mouth stays open, loosely hanging in an empty expression of despair. Like whatever he wants to say is on the tip of his tongue but some invisible force is preventing him from saying it.

You scoff as you yank your hand out of his and march straight towards the door. “Whatever,“

“He’s cheating on you.”

Your body reacts before your brain does. You freeze, hand on the doorknob while you try to process the words that just left Jisung's mouth to no avail. It's as if he's speaking a language you don't understand. They just keep bouncing around in your head as your brain tries to decipher the meaning of the words.

He's cheating on you.

Not a single person in the room breathes while you try to process Jisung’s words. The couple in the corner stops talking, trying to see what is going on with your group. The man fighting his demons has apparently paused the battle while trying to figure out what is going on. The bar owner clinks glasses together as she tries to pretend she’s in the kitchen. You're not exactly sure which one of your friends, maybe Felix, mutters a string of swears under their breath.

With your heart drumming in your chest, you turn around back to the table. Seungmin is back at the table, frozen behind Chan while holding two cups of water and his mouth hanging slightly open. Felix sits quietly with his tongue in his cheek, arms crossed over his chest like he's restraining himself but he can't hide the murderous blaze that's burning in his eyes. Hyunjin and Jeongin aren't any better with flared nostrils and muscles flicking angrily in their jaws as they both stare off into the distance. Chan watches you with a tenderness in his eyes that almost hurts. His hands betray him by exposing how angry he is with white knuckles and his hands rest clenched on the table. Minho stares at the half-empty bottle in front of him with his usual expressionless face, his hands fidgeting on the table like he's not sure which emotion should take priority. Changbin stares at you with brows furrowing in shared concern. Your eyes finally lock in on Jisung. His gaze carefully studying your face, searching for what isn't being said. Or maybe he was searching for a specific reaction.

"That's not funny." You whisper as you walk back to the table slowly. Your voice is tight and hoarse as you choke back tears. "Why the hell would you lie about something like that?"

"Why the fuck would I lie about that?" Jisung's eyes grow impossibly wide as his brows shoot up in surprise.

Your brain refuses to wrap around the fact that your boyfriend would cheat on you. The man who would give you his shoes when yours became unbearable on a night out. The man who took time off work to take care of you when you got sick. The man who could tell when you were having a bad day and would come home from work with your favorite food and ice cream and watch cheesy movies with you until you felt better. The man who will pause the show he's watching to explain the entire plot to you from the beginning so you can understand the joke he's about to tell you. The first man you told 'I love you' to and meant it full heartedly.

"I don't know, you tell me." You laugh dryly.

"Y/n, I would never try to hurt you deliberately like that." His voice is soft, almost like he's talking to a child trying to get you to understand.

"If he's cheating on me, why would he plan to take me away for the weekend?"

"Because he's a piece of shit." Someone, possibly Jeongin, grumbles.

His lips press together as he pauses for a moment. He lets out a deep breath that you're not even sure he knew he was holding in. He stands up and walks up to you. He places his hands on your shoulders and grips tightly. "I saw him myself. Three weeks ago. I saw him...being really friendly with some woman when I went to get our dinner for movie night."

"So...you want me to believe that my best friend allegedly caught my boyfriend cheating on me three fucking weeks ago and didn't say anything?"

“I know, I know but I didn’t want to be the one to hurt you. I confronted him that same night and told him that either he tells you or I do.”

“Hey, maybe we should—” Chan starts to try to calm everyone down but Changbin puts his hand on his shoulder to get him to stop.

“Did you guys know?” Your voice cracks, tears stabbing at the back of your eyes again as you turn to the rest of your friends. A chorus of denials and a wave of shaking heads fills you with a strange reassurance. Especially Minho, Jisung's other best friend. If he didn't even confide in the only other person he's closest to then maybe... "So it's just your word against his?"

"Well considering he hasn't even said anything, it's just my word. And that should tell you a lot." His tone, while slightly sarcastic, is gentle like he's trying to get you to understand.

"I think you're full of shit." You spit. Jisung's hands drop from your shoulders, falling defeatedly to his sides. He gawks at you in disbelief, like you're suddenly a stranger. "I think something else is going on with you and you want me to be as miserable as you. So you're making up some stupid story about my boyfriend cheating on me."

"Y/n—"

"No, no," Jisung waves off Minho and presses his lips together into a fine line. He walks back over to his seat and slumps into it. He refuses to meet your eyes, instead staring at the floor. "If they want to throw a tantrum and choose some piece of shit asshole who obviously does not give one single fuck about them, let them. I don't care anymore."

"Han—"

"I have to go get ready for my trip." Your voice cracks as you look back to the ceiling, blinking back tears. You let out a deep, shaky breath while holding back screams of frustration. You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head before storming off to the door again, this time determined to leave.

"Whatever, just don't come crying to me when he breaks your heart!"

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Hwang Hyunjin was wrong, it was not the trip.

There was no fanciful proposal on Gwangalli Beach. But that doesn't mean the two of you didn't have an amazing trip.

You didn't sleep well the night before. You couldn't help staring at your boyfriend as he slept peacefully beside you while you kept thinking about what Jisung told you. Cheating would explain his recent behavior. The late nights, the private calls, the sudden change in his appearance. But as the trip went on, the more at ease you felt. Most of those behavioral changes also coincide with him planning the trip. Working overtime to afford the trip. Private calls with hotels and excursions to make sure everything is booked correctly. And it's perfectly normal for people to want to change their style and appearance.

He really did go all out for the trip. The two of you were only going to be there for three days, but it felt like a week. He booked a nice hotel with a beautiful view of Haeundae Beach. On the first day the two of you at lunch near the hotel and just wandered around, taking in your surroundings. Later that night you went on an evening cruise to look at the night viewpoints and fireworks after dinner. The next day, you two ate breakfast at the hotel and then went on a guided K-drama day tour. You got to spend most of the day pretending like you were a lead in a drama. It was more of an event for you, but your boyfriend had no problem taking pictures of you and pretending to be your main love interest. That night, you went to BIFF Square and ate street food for dinner. You even had time to buy some souvenirs. There wasn't much time left on the last day before you had to catch the train back to Seoul. So you went and had breakfast near the Sea Life Busan Aquarium and spent a couple of hours with the sea creatures, taking cute matching photos with them and even petting a sea lion. For lunch, you did a local cuisine cooking class and ate what you made. After that, all you had time left to do was to grab some food to go and take it with you on the train home.

The perfect weekend getaway.

"Wow, we got home just in time. It's really pouring out there." You close the front door, making sure to lock it before making your way back into the apartment.

It started sprinkling when the train pulled into Seoul. It started to rain a little more during your taxi ride back home. A few minutes ago, you started hearing the loud thuds of rainfall so you went to check how bad it was. You're not surprised, it being monsoon season and all, but you're glad the two of you didn't wait for a later train. Neither of you packed umbrellas and that short distance between the car and your apartment building would have been enough to soak both of you.

You walk quickly back to the kitchen and pull the whistling kettle off the stove. You pull some snacks out from the fridge and set them on a plate before pouring two cups of lemon and ginger tea. You're still in the clothes that you traveled in. You wanted to relax for a bit before settling out of vacation mode. You knew you would be tired after your trip so you requested tomorrow off. But still, being home is back to reality. You have so much laundry to do after this weekend and general organizing to do.

"Y/n, come here for a second." Your boyfriend calls from the living room.

"Okay," You put the cups and plate on a tray and bring them to the living room. You set the tray down on the coffee table. You offer your boyfriend a cup, which he politely declines before you nestle down on the couch with a cup. You can't hide the smile spreading across your face before taking a sip of your tea.

Your boyfriend sits across from you, rubbing the back of his neck. He's also still in his travel clothes. His hoodie is long gone, tossed haphazardly across the arm of the couch but he's still wearing the matching Busan shirt that you asked him to wear home with you. The two of you sit there in somewhat comfortable silence. After a couple of minutes, he clears his throat and looks you in the eyes. "I think it's time we end this."

"Wha...what?" Your voice quivers. Something in you cracks immediately. You're not if it's your heart or your soul. For all you know, it could be the tea cup in your hands. You lower the cup into your lap to keep your shaking hands from spilling it.

"This...this relationship is just...it's not working anymore." He admitted. There was something in his tone of voice that caught you. Like he was revealing something obvious.

"What do you mean?" Your voice cracks. You set your cup back on the table, no longer trusting your shaky figure. Pressure builds up behind your eyes but they stay dry.

"I just mean..." He sighs before readjusting his position on the couch. One foot is firmly planted on the floor while the other gets partially tucked under him. His body is turned more towards you. He takes one of your hands into his and gently strokes the back like he has hundreds of times over the years. "Look, I loved you at one point and now I don't. People change. Feelings change. That's just the way of life."

You yank your hand away from him, almost as if he burned you. "That doesn't make any sense. When did you—"

"A few months ago."

"A few months ago?"

"There's...um, there's no way around this so I'm just going to come out and say it. I've been seeing someone else."

"Jisung was telling the truth..." You whisper to yourself. The pressure behind your eyes builds up more, and your chest starts to ache like something heavy is crushing it.

"Y/n, I know this must be difficult to hear—"

"If you've been..." You swallow hard, trying to get rid of the lump forming in your throat. "If you knew you were going to break up with me, why did we go to Busan?"

"Well," He chuckles nervously. His eyes begin to shift around the apartment, not focusing on anything in particular. He licks his dry lips before looking back at you. Something almost indescribable in his eyes. An apologetic look with a mischievous glint hiding behind it. "You normally give a dog one more good day before putting them down."

"Oh my God,"

Whatever little air that still in the room is gone. Sucked up into some black hole that refuses to swallow you as well. Your chest feels hollow as whatever cracked earlier shatters into small bits of dust also being sucked into the black hole. The ache in your chest grows into a sharp burn now that there's more space to attack. And still, your eyes remain dry.

"I know we share the apartment and everything but—"

"I...I...I can't do this right now. I can't be here. I—I—I need to get out of here." You force yourself off of the couch and all but run to the front door.

"Y/n—"

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You’re not sure how long you’ve been walking around aimlessly. It’s dark outside, the only light coming from cars, streetlights, and nearby buildings is not enough to help you navigate the streets through the heavy rain. You’re soaked to the bone, having grabbed nothing when you left earlier. You didn't even stop to put on proper shoes, leaving you to walk through the streets in your house slippers. You lost one a while ago and kicked off the other one in frustration. Walking barefoot doesn’t hurt as much anymore with your feet as numb as you are right now.

You still haven’t cried. Your life as you know has shattered into a million pieces but you know you don’t deserve to cry. You were warned and you chose to ignore it. Now you have to suffer.

You’re not sure where to go. Most of your friends live on the other side of town. If you tried to walk to their house, you’d show up in the morning if you’re lucky. You can’t remember if you took your phone out of your pocket or not. Even if you didn’t it’s either dead or broken from all of the rain so you can’t order an Uber. You’re certain you don’t have your wallet. You remember putting it in the front of your backpack after you got your train ticket earlier so you wouldn’t lose either of them. You haven’t seen a single bus for a while. Not even one of the night buses, so even if you had your wallet you couldn’t take one. Only one person lives within walking distance from your apartment. And while you’re certain you strayed too far from the path to his apartment, he most likely doesn’t want to see you.

All the warmth has long since left your body, leaving you shivering and wrapping your arms around yourself. Part of you wants to give up. What you can still feel in your body is exhausted. Another part of you needs to keep going.

So you do. Your legs walking almost robotically down the street. Into a building across the street from a 24-hour convivence store that you vaguely recognize. They take you to an elevator where your hands, now also taking a life of their own, press various buttons: one to call the elevator another to close the door, and the final one takes you up the elevator. Once you get to the floor your body wants to go to, your legs are off again twisting and turning a few corners. They stop when they reach a door. Apartment 914. Your arms spring back to life leaving two firm knocks on the door. Before your brain can catch up and realize where you are, the door swings open.

Jisung stands in front of you in an oversized faded long-sleeve I Want to Eat Your Pancreas shirt that you two found thrifting one day paired with black sweatpants. He chews on his lower lip subconsciously, one eyebrow raised and head cocked while he stares at you.

“Y/n, what are you…Wait, you're drenched. Did you walk in the storm?” Jisung doesn't hesitate pulling you into his apartment and shutting the door behind you.

“I had nowhere else I could go.” You whisper. Or at least, it feels like a whisper. Your voice is dull and distant, almost like you're not even there.

Jisung leaves you in the entryway and disappears further into his apartment. A couple of seconds later, Jisung reappears with a large towel. You reach out to take it from him but he ignores your hand, wrapping the towel around you himself. He hurriedly dries your head first, making to give extra attention to your hair. When he finishes drying your hair the best he can, he pulls the towel down over your torso. He helps pat you down with the damp towel as best as he can.

“Where are your shoes?” He asks incredulously, nearly yelling and waking up his neighbors.

You look down at your feet and wiggle your numb toes. You haven't felt your feet in so long, that you forgot that you lost your shoes.

“Probably in the Han River by now.” You joke, your voice hollow and empty, as though there is nothing left inside. Maybe there isn't anymore. Maybe your boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—took everything in those few minutes.

Jisung watches you for a moment, trying to read you. The corner of his eyes soften, three faint lines appear between his brows as he pouts at you. He's beyond worried. You show up unexpectedly in the middle of the night sopping wet with rain water like a zombie from a horror movie. Only, you're not trying to eat his brains. You're not doing much of anything. You're paler than he's used to seeing you, even in the winter. The usual brightness in your eyes that he's grown accustomed to faded away, leaving a dull and lifeless gaze. He's not even completely sure you're actually with him right now. For all he knows, he could have fallen asleep on his couch while watching TV and is currently dreaming.

Noticing you starting to zone out a bit more, Jisung taps your cheek to get your attention. At the first tap, he immediately yanks his hand away, staring at it for a moment before turning back to you. Slowly, he moves his hand to your face. He gently places his palm on your cheek. His hand, warm and soft, rests there for a second while his eyes widen in alarm. His other hand flies up to your forehead. “Hey, you’re ice cold.”

Jisung runs his hand through his hair as he looks around his apartment for a moment, looking for—who knows what—before pulling you away from the entrance and further into the warmth. With his hand in yours, grip firm like he'll lose you if he doesn't, he tugs you along with him as he walks to the bathroom. He quickly walks over to the shower and turns it on, letting the water warm up before he moves around the bathroom. He moves around quickly, almost panicked, as he pulls you behind him so he can grab your stuff under the cupboard: the stuff you normally use for showers. Out of habit, Jisung bought them the first shopping trip he went on after you moved out. Now they sit waiting for you just in case. You've only used them a handful of times since then when you went straight to his place to hang out after work.

Something else cracks inside you as you watch your best friend flutter around the bathroom. The two of you fought four days ago. It was probably the worst fight the two of you have ever had. It was definitely the first real fight the two of you have gotten into with each other. And looking back at it you were the worst offender. He tried to warn you about your boyfriend and you accused him of lying. Han Jisung. Your best friend. The one person who you know for a fact has never told you a single lie the entire time that you've known him. You chose your boyfriend over him and yet, here he is trying his best to take care of you when he should have told you to fuck off and slammed his door in your face.

"Ha-Hanji..." You whimper, your jaw trembling as you grasp the hemp of his shirt with your free hand.

"Hm...?" His back is still to you as he sticks his hand under the water, checking to see how hot it is.

You sniffle one...two...three times to keep the tears welling up in your eyes from falling. But no amount of sniffling can stop the tear that briskly escapes, running down your face as quickly as the rain falls from the sky. More tears run down your face as you grip more of Jisung's shirt. Weakness, exhaustion, and all of the emotions that you haven't let yourself feel for the past few hours finally take over your body, causing your knees to collapse. Jisung quickly spins around and catches you before you hit the floor hard. You open your mouth to speak but instead, a choked sob escapes from somewhere deep inside you. Jisung doesn't say anything as he drops your hand and snakes his arms around you in a tight embrace. Like he can squeeze all of the pain and heartache away. Or at the very least, absorb it so you don't have to suffer more than you already have.

“I-I’m s-s-sorry,” You gasp between sobs, trying to fit words in when you can.

“H-hey, it’s okay. I don’t care about that.” You're not sure how it's possible, but Jisung hugs you tighter as you gasp between cries, barely able to catch the breath needed for the next. He's thankful that your cries are drowning out his own sniffling as he rests his chin on your shoulder. "I got you now, okay?"

The two of you sit like that for a while in the ambiance of the shower and your tears. Or maybe it's a few minutes. You're not entirely sure how much time is passing. All you know is that today is the longest day of your life so far. Jisung doesn't rush or shush you. He lets you cry and alternates between rubbing and patting your back while he hums one of your favorite songs as he tries to console you. Eventually, you calm down enough to revert back to sniffling.

"Y/n...you're going to get sick," Jisung calls softly as he loosens his hold on you. He leans back a bit so you can meet his red, glassy yet dry eyes. He pulls his sleeve into the palm of his hand and pats your face dry. “Let's get you out of these wet clothes and then you can take a hot shower to warm up a bit, yeah?”

Out of tears and low on energy, you pull yourself out of Jisung's arms and nod as you rub your eyes with the back of your hands. Jisung stands up just and helps you pull yourself off of the floor. He puts the rest of your things in the shower for you. He quickly puts a fresh towel on the rack for you before he leaves you alone in the bathroom, closing the door tightly behind him.

You take one deep, labored breath before peeling off your wet clothes and leaving them in a soggy pile on the floor near the door. You waste no time walking into the steaming hot shower. The shock from the temperature change stings against your skin at first but the pain quickly subsides as your body adapts to the warmth draping over you. You stand there for a moment letting the water hit you as you stare at the shower walls, tinted blue from Jisung's new shower curtains. They were green when you lived with him because of an argument you won.

"Green is calming and so are showers so it just makes more sense."

Knock, knock.

“Y/n," Jisung cautiously calls into the bathroom, not wanting to completely invade your privacy. "I'm leaving some clothes for you on the counter.”

You mumble out a string of words that you hope are some version of a 'thank you' before you hear the door click shut again.

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When you step out of the bathroom roughly 20 minutes later in the clothes Jisung left for you, a pair of your sweat pants and a shirt you left at his apartment for sleepovers, you find Jisung sitting outside the bathroom with another towel in his lap. He slides his phone back into his pocket and stands up quickly. He changed his shirt into a plain white t-shirt with a logo in the corner that's mostly peeled off.

"I tossed your clothes in the washer for you. Your phone and keys were in your pockets. Your phone is sitting in rice as we speak.." He announces as he pulls you into the living room.

"Thanks," You croak, your voice hoarse. Whether it's from the rain, your crying, or a combination of the two, you're not entirely sure.

He leads you to the couch, forcing you to sit before tossing the towel over your head and running off to the kitchen. You settle into your seat and pull the towel off your head just as Jisung kneels down in front of the coffee table, a kettle in one hand and two bowls of Shin Ramyun in the other.

"I know you like to do the whole air-drying thing, but you're going to have to dry your hair really well tonight. If you die of hypothermia in my apartment I will raise your body from the dead and kill you myself." He jokes while pouring hot water into both bowls.

You roll your eyes as you bring the towel back to your head and begin drying your hair half-heartedly.

"Ah, not like that—Hold on," He places the kettle on a coaster and yanks the towel out of your hands.

He stands up next to you and begins vigorously rubbing the towel against your head. You get pulled and jerked in several directions as he tries to make sure he covers every part of your scalp.

"You know, I might get sick faster if I'm bald." You mutter under your breath as a few strands of hair get yanked clean off.

"Okay, okay, sorry." He releases your head before thinking quietly for a minute. You're startled by a sudden clap. "Oh, I'm so fucking stupid. Wait a minute."

The towel falls to the floor and Jisung runs out of the room. Not even a minute later he's back with a hair dryer in his hands. He walks to the back of the couch and plugs the hair dryer in the outlet. You hear the loud whirling of the machine go off for a second as he checks to make sure it works before he clumsily climbs over the couch, nearly falling off of it.

Jisung quietly dries your hair for you on a low setting so you're not overwhelmed by the noise and so that he can hear you if you decide to start talking. Halfway through, you do. You tell him about the trip that only a few hours ago held a special place in your heart. Now, there's a bitter taste in your mouth as you recount each detail. Slowly, you tell him about what happened when you got home. Not everything just what your boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—said at the end right before you stormed out.

"I'm going to beat his ass," Jisung mutters under his breath as he shuts the hair dryer off, setting it off to the side.

"I think you might lose there." You lean over to the table and grab one of the bowls of soggy noodles.

"Hey, I've bulked up recently since I started working out with Chan hyung and Changbin hyung...I'll get one good hit in at least before he knocks me out." He takes the other bowl and starts mixing it around. "I'm sorry your ex is a massive piece of shit."

You set your bowl on your lap as you stare at it for a moment. You watch the vegetables swirl around the broth as guilt brews in the pit of your stomach. "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you..."

"You know, I was really pissed off at first." He shoves a mouth full of noodles in his mouth and chews for a bit while he thinks about his words. He swallows half of what's in his mouth and starts again. "But when I sobered up a bit and really, truly sat there and thought about it, I realized that I would have most likely done the same thing if the roles were reversed. Nobody wants to believe that the person they love wholeheartedly would betray them like that."

"Yeah...but still—"

"Nope, not doing that. Just shut up and eat. You warmed up the outside of your body, now you need to warm the inside."

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After the two of you eat and Jisung forces you to take a shot of ginger, turmeric, lemon, and honey—payback for all the times you make him do it to prevent him from getting sick—he takes you to his room. He cleaned it a bit while you were in the shower. Not a lot, but enough so you don't trip at least. As you settled into his bed, he tossed one of his hoodies that he threw in the dryer so it would be warm. You recognized it right away as the one hoodie of his that you two would fight over frequently. An oversized black hoodie with an image of two, what you assume, herons on the front. You've stolen it from him so many times that he started keeping a close eye on his clothes when you lived together.

Once you settled into the bed, Jisung shuts off the light and starts to leave the room.

"You're not staying?" You whisper. The two of you have slept on the same bed before. Once when the neighbor above you had a leak that was directly over your bed and a few times during sleepovers. It's second nature to the two of you by now.

Jisung pauses at the door for a moment, his silhouette outlined by the living room light. His finger quietly taps along the door frame as he thinks. "You had an eventful weekend. I thought you might want some space to...decompress or whatever."

"If I decompress or reflect or just sit here with my thoughts, I will spontaneously combust." You force a chuckle, the strained laughter unable to fully mask the underlying disgust in your voice. "Can you stay...please? I really, really don't want to be alone tonight."

"Of course. Just let me give me a couple of minutes to shut everything off." Jisung doesn't wait for you to respond. He doesn't need to.

You lay on your back, staring at the black ceiling. The low hum of Jisung's fan rings through the room. You rub your temples with a gentle, circular motion, seeking relief from the persistent ache that started throbbing behind your eyes halfway through your meal. A sigh turns into a yawn as you think about every decision that led you to this exact moment: heartbroken in your former apartment with your best friend.

"Hey, tomorrow we can head over you your place with whoever is free and get your stuff. Or if you're not up to it, you can just tell me what you want to grab and we'll get them for you. You can move back here, your room is still free." Jisung yawns as he walks back into the room.

You hum a response, not caring at this point what happens. You're too drained to think about it anymore. Your eyes quickly start to pull shut when the familiar scent of Jisung's body wash and shampoo hits your nose.

And yet, despite how much fatigue takes control over your body, a small thread begins to unravel in your brain. You think back to every moment in your relationship. Every gift. Every kiss. Every 'I love you.' You know what they meant to you. The joy that would radiate through your body for every little "just because" gift he gave you. Flowers that he said he saw on his way home that he knew you'd like. A little trinket that caught his eye that reminded him of you. Something you mentioned once in passing that he remembered and picked up for you. Every little kiss good morning he peppered you with when you started to stir while he was getting ready for work. The random kisses he would give you throughout the day because he felt like being as close to you as possible in that moment. The good night kiss he'd give you as you crawled into bed. The first time he said "I love you" when you were cooking dinner for him for the first time. Everything that could go wrong, went wrong. And even though you had flour in your hair and you were on the verge of tears because of how disastrous the night had gone, he looked at you with the most awe-stricken eyes and said those three big words. Every single "I love you" he uttered every time you started rambling about something you were interested in. The random "I love you" calls and texts throughout the day that always seemed you find you when you were down. Was that all conditional? After thoughts? Replacements? "Here's a gift because I screwed up and cheated on you." "Here's a kiss because you're right here but I rather kiss someone else right now." "I love you...until I find someone else."

You didn't realize you were tossing and turning until Jisung's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him and trapping you in one position. The soft, gentle rhythm of his heartbeat against his chest gives you something else to focus on, slowly quieting your thoughts. His fingers softly drum a song against your back that you're not even going to try to figure out.

"Hanji," Your voice soft and weak.

"Yeah?" His voice is equally as quiet, his voice laced with sleep.

"I'm done...I can't go through this again. I can't get hurt like this again."

His fingers stop moving along your back for a moment as he thinks to himself. For a second, you think he fell asleep. Or that he was asleep the whole time and he answered subconsciously. But his fingers start again, playing a new song. Something familiar but the name escapes you.

"Somewhere out there, there's a guy so stupidly in love with you that it hurts to watch. And one day, when you're ready...when all of this is behind you...you'll find him. And he's going to shower you with all of the love and attention you deserve. So much so that you're not going to remember this little speed bump. You won't remember how you felt or what was said or even the name of the guy who fucked it all up."

"I don't think that'll happen." Your voice droned in a weary monotone.

"I know so," Jisung says definitively. Like he can look into the future and knows what he's talking about.

"What makes you so sure?"

"Hm...just a feeling. Take my word for it." He shifts around a bit before leaning down and pressing a kiss on top of your head. "Now go to sleep. If we wake up early enough, we can egg his car before he goes to work."

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Mother

BangChan x fem! reader. 9th member.

(Sorry if this is at all cringy or stupid or whatever. After the last fic I made for these guys, I thought about making this. After seeing how well received my other fic was, I decided to go ahead with making this. I'm kind of enjoying this whole Motherly 9th member thing that I'm doing. Thank you for enjoying my stories.)

Taglist. Masterlist. Progress Update.

Summary: You're the mother of the group, and the boys have no problem playing into the role.

You have been a part of Stray Kids since the beginning. You were Chan's right-hand woman and second in command. Your dynamic was very Husband and Wife. Father and Mother. You were quickly deemed the ‘Mother’ of the group. Due to how nurturing you were and how sweet you were with the boys. Stay was quick to pick up on how you and Chan worked so well together, especially when it came to taking care of your seven boys.

With your motherly role, it was only natural for your Skzoo to be a bear, that despite her having an actual name, she and you were both dubbed ‘Mama Bear’. And much like you, your Skzoo was often seen being motherly to the rest of the Skzoos. She could be seen cheering on Puppym when he danced and always giving BbokAri hugs, or breaking up fights between Leebit and Jiniret.

Of course, the boys themselves all played into this whenever they pleased. Felix and I.N. were the two who played into it the most. They had you wrapped around their fingers, and they knew it. They got away with more than they should. But they were your babies, so it was okay. You loved all the boys. You always made sure to be there when they needed you. All nine men were your world. So you always wanted to show them that ad to show how much you loved and appreciated that. You were incredibly proud of each and every one of them.

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Chan let out a small sigh as he sat down. You were all in the middle of dance practice. For now, though, you were all having a ten-minute break. Chan's eyes watched you as you grabbed some water bottles, handing them to the boys sprawled out on the floor and couches.

You turned to look at Chan, who quickly opened his arms for you. You made your way over to him and sat down next to him, letting him wrap his arms around you. You handed him his water before opening your own and drinking some of your water. The room was quiet for a moment. The only sounds were panting, groaning, and water bottles opening. Everyone had worked really hard.

“Ah! I think I'm dying.” Hyunjin groaned out as he draped himself across I.N.'s lap. Innie was quick to push Hyunjin off of him.

“Die over there.” I.N. let out a small huff as he watched Hyunjin place a hand on his heart, acting wounded.

Changbin got up and walked over to Hyunjin and pulled his body close to him. “I'll save you! Mouth to mouth will help.” Changbin puckered his lips and slowly moved closer to Hyunjin’s face.

Hyunjin slapped a hand on Changbin's face and pushed him away. “Yah, no.” He backed away, but Changbin followed.

“I'll make it better. Let me love you!” Binnie's voice was getting louder.

Hyunjin jumped up and ran to the opposite side of the room. Changbin wasn't far behind as he ran after the taller male, arms open. “Come back! We're married!”

Hyunjin took cover behind Felix and Han. Which then sent Changbin into a full game of trying to catch at least one of the three. Soon enough, all seven boys were playing. I.N. got dragged into the game by Felix. Seungmin got dragged in by I.N. Han used Minho as a shield, only to have the tables turn when Binnie caught Minho, who in turn immediately caught Han. Everyone was laughing, shouting and having fun. Hyunjin let out a scream whenever he was almost caught.

You and Chan watched the boys with smiles on your faces.

“They're yours when they're this loud.” Chan told you with a small shrug of his shoulders as he turned to look at you.

You grinned. “No. They get their loudness from you. They get their fun side from me, though.”

Chan let out a gasp. “I'll have you know, I'm the fun parent.”

You let out a laugh. “Mmhm, sure you are.” You gently bumped your shoulder against him. “I think bossy suits you better.”

Chan's eyes went wide. “Yah! Take that back.” He said as he moved closer to you.

“Nope.” You wiggled out of his arms and jumped up.

Chan got up and took a step towards you. You turned and ran off. Chan quickly chased after you. And so the eight of you all chased each other. The thought of practice quickly escapes you all. Chan would have caught you if it wasn’t for Binnie accidentally running into him whilst he was chasing Seungmin.

Ten minutes passed of pure fun, of everyone trying to grab each other and tripping over one another. Chan did manage to catch you, peppering your face in kisses after he did so. Eventually, though, it was time to work again.

Chan clapped his hands together. “Alright! Let’s get back to work!” He called out loudly to get everyone’s attention.

The boys all stopped but complained. They were just having too much fun.

“Don’t make me have to ask for the AMV.” He told the groups.

Han frowned in confusion. “The AMV?”

Chan gestured towards you. “Angry Mother Voice.” That was enough to get the boys into their starting positions.

Chan walked past you, and your hands connected in a high five. “Works every time.” You told him happily.

He kissed your cheek and nodded in agreement. “They hate making their mother raise her voice.” He winked and walked over to the music. Soon enough, the nine of you were dancing in sync.

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It was Mother’s Day. A day meant for celebrating mothers. The boys all had plans to call their mothers that day. You were on tour, so spending the day with their mothers sadly wasn’t an option. So, FaceTime was the next best thing. Thankfully, though, they were all able to make plans for when you all returned home.

You blinked awake. You took a moment before rolling over. Chan had an arm wrapped around you. His free hand ran through your hair. You looked up at him, his eyes meeting yours.

“Morning, baby.” He spoke quietly.

“Morning, my love.” You replied to him with a soft smile on your face. You stretched and slowly sat up.

“I don’t want to get up.” He told you with a small whine.

You let out a soft giggle. “I know. But I would love to get breakfast.”

The moment you said those words, the door to your bedroom opened and in piled the other seven members of the group. Leeknow stood in front with a tray full of food. Hyunjin was holding your favourite flowers. Whilst Felix had a big gift in his hands for you.

“What’s all this?” You asked in confusion.

Minho set the tray on your lap. “Can’t we do something nice for you?” He asked you in an almost offended tone.

“Of course you can.” You said softly as Hyunjin and Han got to work putting a vase and the flowers on your desk.

“Thank you, boys.” You looked at the food to see all your favourites. There was even some of Felix’s brownies on a separate plate.

Chan sat up and reached over to grab a strawberry, only for Minho to slap his hand away. “Yah! That’s not for you.”

Chan looked at you. “Geez, nice to know who the favourite is.” You laughed and gave him a strawberry.

You happily ate the food as the boys all lounged around your room, doing as they pleased. You all talked about the upcoming day. They were all excited for the concert. You may have been a little sneaky. You knew the boys were upset about not getting to spend Mother’s Day with their mums. So you organised everything and were able to fly their parents out for the show.

The boys didn’t know. Well, Chan knew what the surprise was. He only found out because he walked in on you whilst you were calling his mother to talk about it all. So he had decided to help you plan everything. He even split the costs with you, saying he wanted to help. The parents were going all be together, in the perfect place, so they could sit down, so that the boys could spot them.

You finished eating your food and thanked the boys once again.

“Here, open this.” Felix excitedly said as he held up the present.

Minho took the tray from you and set it to the side so that Felix could put the present on your lap. You carefully opened it, only to be greeted by a beautiful painting. It was one of the nine of you. A painting of one of your favourite pictures. You were all at the beach. You and Chan were sitting on a blanket, watching the sun set as you shared strawberries. Leeknow and Han were sitting on the sand making a sandcastle with I.N., who was sipping on his favourite drink. Seungmin was being chased by Changbin. Finally, Felix and Hyunjin were both in the water, not to deep but enough to have fun.

“Hyunjin painted it. But it was Seungmin’s idea. Ayen and I found the picture for Jinnie to recreate.” Changbin said with a smile on his face.

“I love it. Thank you so much. Jinnie, this must have taken ages. Thank you.” You were proud of his art skills. “I think I’ll put it above the bed.” You said with a soft nod, panning to put it up later.

Chan opened the top drawer of his bedside table and pulled out another present. You once again opened it. There in your hand is a pretty, velvet red box. You then opened the box and smiled. Inside was a necklace with all eight boys' names on it and what you assumed were their birthstones. Plus your birthstone in the centre.

“It was Han and Felix’s idea for this one. But Minho and I went to get it done.” Chan told you with a small nod of his head.

“Chan,” You spoke softly. It hadn’t clicked in your mind yet why they were doing this. “You do know it’s not my birthday, right. I appreciate the gifts. Thank you.”

Chan shrugged. “We know. We just wanted to show you how important you are to us.” He said, taking your hand in his. He gently kissed your knuckles.

After hugging each of the guys, you eventually had to get up. You showered, happily humming to yourself. When you made it back to your room, the painting was already above your bed. You got changed, and soon you were all off to start the day.

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It was later that night. The concert was in full swing. You were about halfway through. Your outfit suited you perfectly, and you felt comfortable. You had on the necklace that Chan had given you that morning. By this point, the boys had all spotted their parents.

There you all stood in the middle of the stage. Chan waved to everyone as I.N. and Changbin sneaked off backstage. You didn’t notice as Leeknow was distracting you with jokes.

“Everyone knows what day it is today. So from all of us, we want to say Happy Mother’s Day to all the mums out there.” Chan spoke into his microphone. “Especially to our mums who are thankfully here watching us today, all thanks to one very special lady.” He turned to look at you.

You blinked up at him and lightly smacked his chest. “Yah! I told you not to tell them it was me.” You whined it as you bounced lightly on the spot.

Chan chuckled and shook his head. “We also wanted to celebrate said special lady, for stepping in as a mother for the boys whilst they're away from their mum’s.”

Han placed his hands on your shoulders and shook you lightly.

You let out a shocked laugh. “But, today is about mum’s. I’m not an actual mum. I just pretend to be.” You told the boys in confusion.

“We know and we want to show you how much we appreciate your efforts. You’ve been looking after these boys since day one. You’ve been parenting them alongside me, watching them grow. I know you’re not their mum. But you’re the next best thing, Sweetheart.” Chan took your hand in his gently.

Tears filled your eyes. “Chan. You’re gonna make me cry.” Your bottom lip trembled.

Minho couldn’t help but smile. “You’re always making sure I’m fed whilst I’m busy feeding everyone else. You always get excited to listen to me talk about my cats. You always make sure I’m taking breaks when I’m focused on dancing. You always make time to listen to my worries,” He gently patted your back.

Changbin and I.N. made their way over to a spot on the stage. They placed a small table down and placed a cake on top of it. They then made their way over to you. Binnie took Leeknow’s spot and hugged you tight.

“You helped teach me to cook. It took a while, but I’m getting there. You’re always encouraging me at the gym. Even if you don’t like working out, you’ll do it because it means spending time with me in a place that’s second nature to me.” Binnie pulled away from the hug and wiped away some of the tears that had begun to fall.

Hyunjin then came to your other side. “I know you send my mum clips of me dancing when we’re in rehearsal. I know you have a group chat with all of our moms to keep them updated about us so they don’t mess out on anything. Thank you. You spoil me rotten, and I don’t think I’ve ever really told you how much I appreciate it. You keep buying me all these amazing art supplies. You’re always making sure I’m not too hard on myself when I can’t get a step right. You always play into my dramatics and let me get away with acting like a complete fool.” He held your hands in his and squeezed them gently.

“How do you know about that?” You asked him as you squeezed his hands back.

“Ayen’s mum told him. He said that she told him she was happy he had so many people taking care of him. That you were filling a role in his life that he needed in person. They can’t always be here; you can. So you fill the role we need from you. Friend, Sister, Mother, Mentor, Cheerleader. You don’t even realise you’re doing it.” You quickly hugged Hyunjin and smiled up at him through your watery eyes.

“You boys are the sweetest.” You told him with a small giggle.

“We’re about to get sweeter,” Han said from behind you. He moved and hip bumped Minho out of the way. Minho immediately hip bumped him back.

Han gripped onto you to keep his balance. “Anyway. You’re one of the best pillows I’ve ever had. You’re always so gentle when you wake me up. You never want to startle me awake. I’m grateful for that. I know you always put extra food on my plate when I’m not looking. You’re always there when my anxiety takes over or when I have a panic attack. Thank you.” He then gave you a tight side hug.

Hyunjin stepped to the side as Felix came bouncing over to you. He immediately wrapped you in a hug. “I love you.” He said with a smile as he pulled away from the hug. His own eyes filled with tears.

“You always let me hug you. It doesn’t matter if we’re in the middle of practice, or cooking in the kitchen or if I’m crawling into bed with you. You’re always there with open arms for me. You’ll let me cuddle up to you like a baby, and a part of me loves it. You’re always giving me massages whilst I do it for everyone else. You bake with me, and it always feels like a good bonding moment with you. You let me play with your hair, and you always help me when I want to dye mine. You always make sure I have enough food and that I’m comfortable. So, thank you for that.” He then hugged you again. The two of you cried into each other for a little bit before Felix was gently pulled away by Chan.

Seungmin took Felix’s place and placed a hand on your shoulder. “You give me confidence. Whenever I get nervous about doing something without the group, you always make me feel better about it, more confident. You let me tease you like there's no tomorrow. I get away with more than I probably should. But even when I’m cheating in a game, you're still always there, cheering me on and praising me for my creative thinking. You’re someone I can go to when I need to talk. You never judge. But you always listen.” The male then kissed your cheek softly before letting I.N. take his place.

I.N. stood in front of you with a smile. “You’re always saving me from the Hyungs. You always have my favourite coffee ready in the morning. You always put a blanket on me when I fall asleep. You’re always willing to listen to me ramble about whatever I want. Whenever I want something, you never hesitate to get it for me, even when you don’t need to. You do it because you enjoy buying things for the people you love. You always seem to know when I’m ready for a hug or when I’m not feeling physical touch. You always know. You always encourage me when I’m singing or dancing.” He wrapped up in a quick hug before pulling away.

By now, you were crying. Most of the boys were as well.

Chan walked to your side and placed a hand on your hip. “You make an impact even when you don’t realise it. Which is why the boys wanted to celebrate you.” He wiped your tears away. “One, two, three.”

“Happy Mother’s Day!!” The boys all cheered in perfect unison. The eight men all surrounded you in a tight hug. You stayed like that for a while before Changbin pulled away. “We got you a cake.” He said. He took your hand and walked you over to the table. There it was. A pretty cake, your favourite colour and flavour. It was perfect.

“I love you guys so much.” You told them as you let out a sob. You turned to face their parents. “Thank you for trusting me to look after your boys. I know it mustn’t have been easy at the start. To trust a random girl with looking after your sons. Making sure they go to school, sleep and practice. Making sure they’re happy and healthy, and safe. So, thank you for trusting me to be that for them.” You bowed to them before the boys pulled you back into a tight hug. Chan placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“We love you, too.” He whispered to you.

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You stood in the kitchen with Minho and Chan. The three of you were cooking for everyone. The nine of you were recording a SkZ Code episode, and having lost rock, paper, scissors, the three of you were left with doing the cooking. Which was different to usual. The three of you often found yourselves cooking. Seungmin had found his way into the kitchen, having been bored. He didn’t do much cooking-wise, but he did set the table after you asked him to.

The food was now ready to be served. “Puppy, can you call the others in, please?” You asked him, a sweetness in your voice.

Seugmin nodded and immediately went off to find the others. Whilst he did that, Minho and Chan put the food on the table. You made drinks for everyone.

Seungmin walked in with Felix following behind him.

“Where are the others?” You asked curiously.

Seugmin shrugged. “Yongbok was the only one who listened.”

“You four, sit down. I’ll go get those ignorent sods.” You left the room and made your way outside, where the others were. Han and I.N. were playing catch, Hyunjin was relaxing, and Binnie looked like he was asleep. “Yah!” You shouted, quickly getting their attention. “Want to tell me why we’re all out here and not inside? Seungmin came out to get you all. So tell me why, Felix was the only one to come inside?” You crossed your arms over your chest and frowned at them.

“We um…” No one had an answer.

“Inside now. One of you wake Changbin up. If the four of you are not at the table within the next minute, you’ll be going to bed without dessert and without food. And I want you all to apologise to Seungmin for ignoring him.” It was an empty threat for the most part. You’d never deprive the boys of food. You’d only deprive them of dessert.

Hyunjin quickly shook Changbin awake. The four boys made their way inside and to the table. You stepped inside and closed the back door. You made it to the table in time to hear the apology. You sat down in your seat between Chan and Leeknow, across from Changbin.

“Alright. Let’s eat.” And they did. You fed Leeknow and put food on Chan and Felix's plates as Minho took care of giving the others extra food. The nine of you began sharing the food and happily eating. You enjoyed the days you all got to sit like this and eat, like a family. It could be a home-cooked meal at one of the dorms. Or it could be something you ordered whilst at the studio whilst you all practised. Or room service whilst you all chill in one of the hotel rooms whilst on tour. Either way, family dinners were your favourite. Everyone always laughed and had something to say. It always turned fun and made you all laugh. Good food and even better company.

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Hyunjin looked through the paints in front of him. There were so many choices, and he was struggling to decide which set to get. He picked up two palettes and sighed. He turned to face you.

“What do you think? Water paints or oil?” He asked you curiously.

You shrugged. “We’ll i’ve been enjoying your water paintings recently. But you seem really into the oil paintings at the moment, so maybe the oils?” You suggested.

Hyunjjin bit his bottom lip and nodded lightly. “Maybe. They are both pretty.”

You let out a soft sigh and took the two palettes from him. “How about this, I’ll buy you both.” You told him. “You get the brushes you wanted, and I’ll get you these.”

Hyunjin shook his head and held a hand out to you. “You don’t have to do that. I can get them myself.” He told you. Whilst he was one of the ones who tended to just shrug when you offered to pay for him, he still always liked to push back. Even just a little. Because the reality was that you didn't have to buy him things. You didn’t have to spoil him like he was your son, and it was her birthday or Christmas. So he always liked to make sure. He never wanted you to think you had to buy him anything.

You never did feel pressure or anything of the sort when it came to buying things for any of the guys. It was one of your love languages.

“Jinnie, I know. But I’ll get these for you this time, okay? You focus on picking the perfect brushes you want.” You then went to the counter and paid. You made your way back to Hyunjin and helped him pick the brushes he wanted. Once he was done, he paid for the brushes and the two of you left the store.

“Thank you for these, seriously. You didn’t have to.” You just smiled up at him.

“I know I didn’t. But I wanted to.” You placed a hand on his arm and gently squeezed it to reassure him. “Now, come on. Binnie is waiting for us so we can go to lunch.”

Hyunjin grabbed your hand and the two of you walked outside with all your bags, and there were a lot of bags. Binnie helped the two of you carry everything to the car once he saw the two of you.

The three of you piled into the car before driving off towards your favourite lunch spot. All the while, Hyunjin played music whilst you and Binnie bikered over who was playing for lunch this time. You had paid last time, so he thought it was only fair if he got to spoil you this time, because whilst you spoiled everyone else, the boys took it in turns to spoil you in return.

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Han shifted in his seat. The nine of you were in the middle of the interview, answering questions. Han was the next person to answer a question. He leant forward and picked up a piece of paper.

"What is the person on your right's contact name in your phone?” Han turned to look at you, who was on his right. The two of you smiled at each other.

“Oh, I have her down as Mumsy. We all have something Mother-related for her contact name in our phone.” He nodded with a smile on his face.

Seungmin nodded from his place beside Chan. “Felix started it.” He said simply.

Felix frowned in confusion as his head quickly turned to look at Seungmin. “Me? How did I start it?”

“Because she called you when we were out at lunch, and the contact name came up as ‘Mummy Bear’. So I.N. changed it in his phone from ‘Noona’ to ‘Mama Bear’, and I changed mine for her from ‘Chan’s wife’ to ‘Mother Bear’ because you said it just fit her perfectly and that we should all match. We all even have the same bear emoji at the end.” Seungmin said with a shrug.

Hyunjin grinned. “I have her down as Sugar Mama.” His face and tone told you all how proud he was of that. He was practically preening.

“Why Sugar Mama?” You asked in confusion as you turned to face him.

Hyunjin frowned at you. “Because you're always buying us stuff. Whenever we go somewhere or order food, you just hand us your card and tell us you'll pay. We all have your card saved on our phones. Well, except Chan.”

Minho nodded. “Some of us don't use your card, though. Unlike Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin scoffed. “She said I could.”

“You could have bought those shoes on your own.” Han added.

“Like how you could have bought those new headphones on your own.” Hyunjin shot back.

“Yah! That's enough.” You clapped your hands together once. The boys all looked at you. “I wanna know what the rest of you have me as in your phones.”

Leeknow grinned. “I have you down as Soonie, Doongie and Dori's Grandma.” He nodded his head with the toothiest grin.

“Grandma? I'm not old enough to be a grandma.”

“And yet, as your eldest son, I have three sons. Therefore, you are a grandma.” Leeknow told you as Chan rubbed your shoulder. “Sorry. It's time you accept your old lady now.”

That made you both giggle and pout. It was sweet, though. You turned to look at Changbin.

The male grinned. “Milf.” The guys gasped in dramatic horror.

You placed a hand on your chest. “You think I'm a milf? Oh Binnie, that's so sweet.” You fanned your face with your hands. “He thinks I'm a milf. Seven children and I still look good.”

Han reached over to Changbin and slapped his knee. “Yah! How could you say that about our mother?”

“I blame Chan.” I.N. spoke up with a smile on his face.

Chan had a puzzled look on his face. “Me? I didn't do anything. I have her as ‘Mother of my kids’ in my phone.”

I.N. nodded. “Exactly. You made her a mother. So you need to take responsibility.”

Chan pulled a face before turning to look at you. “What do you have us as in your phone?” He asked, shifting the attention off of himself and back onto you.

You smiled brightly. “Well, I have Chan as ‘Father of my kids’ with a kiss emoji. In brackets, it says Hubby. Minho is ‘Maniac Chief Son’ with a cat emoji. Then, in brackets, it says Cat Daddy. Um, Binnie's is ‘Strong Cute Son’ with an emoji of the guy lifting weights. Hyunjin's contact name is ‘Artistic Princely Son’. It has the art palette emoji thingy. In brackets, it says Drama Queen. I have Han as ‘Sleepy First Born Son’. With the Squirrel emoji. Lixie is ‘Cuddly Angelic Son’. He has the light blue heart emoji. In brackets, it says Baby Boy. Minnie is ‘Adorable Menace Son’. Dog emoji, obviously and in brackets it says Puppy. Because, obviously, it does. Last but not least, Innie is ‘Smiley Baby Son.’ With a fox emoji. So yeah, mine all have the word son in there. Well, except for Channie.”

The interviewer looked at you, puzzled. “If Leeknow is the eldest of the rest of the boys. Why is Han your firstborn?” She asked.

You couldn’t help but grin. “Ah, so technically it’s because Han was the first Stray Kids that Chan chose. However, we made up some lore for it to make sense differently. It’s like Skz family but in an alternate universe. So, how it works is that Changbin is Chan’s child. Leeknow and Hyunjin are mine. In the world, Chan and I meet and eventually are married. Our children get along. Then the twins came alone. Han is the firstborn child that Chan and I had together. Lixie is Han’s twin, but being a day apart was difficult. We don’t speak of their birth. Then we had Seungmin and then Ayen.”

Leeknow slowly nodded. “I kept telling her she could have picked a better husband, but she never listened to me.” Hyunjin let out a cackle and clapped his hands as he leaned on Changbin to stabilise himself.

Chan looked over at Leeknow in betrayal and shock. “I’m a great father and husband. Thank you very much.”

Leeknow shrugged. “My mother deserves the best. You are not the best.”

Seungmin nodded. “You’re too old.”

Hyunjin nodded in agreement after calming himself. “Only the best for our beautiful mother!”

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You were all spending the next week and weekend on Jeju Island. Everyone had gone off to their rooms to shower and change. You were already snuggled in your bed, showering, and getting into your preferred pyjamas. Chan was in the shower. So in the meantime, you had the TV on, looking for something to watch on Netflix.

A light knock came from the bedroom door. Then the door opened, and a mop of blonde hair was seen. His bright smile made you smile. He slipped into the room and closed the door behind him. The male then made his way over to you and slipped under the covers beside you.

“You okay, Angel?” You asked him curiously.

Felix nodded. " I wanted to show you some TikToks I think you'd like.” He handed you his phone with the first video ready to play.

“That's sweet of you.” You said and placed a kiss on his temple.

Felix quickly snuggled into you. His head lay on your chest, his arms wrapped around you as he cuddled into your right side. Your right hand came up and stroked through his hair as you played the video with your left hand.

Felix had always found it easy to snuggle with you. He enjoyed that you just let him. That you welcome with open arms. He felt safe in your arms, plus in his opinion, you gave some of the best hugs. Plus, you were easy to fall asleep on, which was a bonus in Felix’s eyes. He always found himself falling asleep easily to the sound of your heartbeat and your fingers running through his hair.

“Did you enjoy the beach today, Sunshine?” You asked him softly as you scrolled to the next video.

Felix nodded as he snuggled closer to you. The sound of your heartbeat was making him completely relax. It was something he had found that helped him a lot in the early years of the group being formed. You didn't mind; you always welcomed him with open arms.

“Yeah, it was a lot of fun. Minho Hyung did well in the water this time.” He said with a sleepy smile on his face. “Had fun burying Changbin with Jinnie and Han.”

You placed a soft kiss on his forehead as you continued to stroke his blonde hair. “I'm glad you had fun, baby.”

The two of you stayed like that for a while, laughing at TikTok videos that Felix had found for you to watch. Felix had slowly begun nodding off just before the bathroom door opened. Chan stepped into the room. He was at first surprised to see Felix in the bed, but the surprise quickly faded. Chan grabbed his phone and took a quick photo of the two of you. You later found out that Chan uses it now as Felix's contact photo in his phone. You have the picture on your private Instagram account.

Chan then climbed into bed beside you. He took the phone from you and placed it on charge beside yours and his. He then turned the TV off and placed the remote on the bedside table before lying on his side and placing an arm around your stomach. He placed a soft kiss on your lips before pulling away. “When did Lix get here?” He asked curiously, his voice quiet.

“Just after you went into the bathroom.” You told him with a soft smile. Your fingers are still stroking Felix’s hair. “Our baby just climbed into bed and started cuddling. We’ve been watching TikTok.”

Chan couldn’t help but smile as he watched the two of you. His heart swelled with pride. “You’re going to be an amazing mother.” He told you. He knew it. You were his future. You had both talked about the future you wanted together. Chan was adamant that you were going to be the perfect mother after the practice you’ve had with your seven basically adapted at this point sons.

“She already is.” Felix’s sleepy, quiet voice filled the air before he finally drifted off to sleep.

That had your eyes filling with happy tears. Chan wiped away a tear that began to fall. “He’s right. You’re already a good mum.”

“Thank you.” You spoke quietly.

Felix snuggled closer to you as he slept. Chan held you close. “Sweet dream, my love.” He whispered to you.

“Sweet dream, my heart.” With one final kiss, the two of you slowly began to fall asleep.

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It was always fun when you got to share the stage with the Skzoos. The moment you saw Mama Bear, you happily skipped over to her and hugged her tightly. She, of course, hugged you back. You pulled away and watched the boys for a moment. It was going to be a fun day, that much you were sure about.

The boys and Stay all agreed that you and Mama Bear were the perfect mirror image of each other, personality-wise. That was proven right tonight as you walked down the stage holding Chan’s hand. Behind you both was Mama Bear and Wolf Chan doing the exact same thing. The next day, you found pictures and videos of the moment captioned as ‘Just parents on a double date’.

Eventually, you and Mama bear made your way away from the Chan and his Wolf. The two of you danced a bit before spotting Felix and BbokAri. You made your way over to the two. You wrapped your arms around BbokAri from behind. Mama Bear copied your actions, hugging Felix. BbokAri looked around and turned around in your arms, causing you to giggle. She then gave you a big hug once she was facing you. You looked over to see Felix doing the same thing. You and Mama Bear then switched. Felix happily sank into your hug.

“How are you doing?” You asked him curiously.

Felix just smiled. “I’m good. We’re having fun.” You nodded softly.

“Good, I’m glad.”

You and Mama Bear then made your way over to I.N. and FoxI.Ny. The four of you found yourselves holding hands and jumping in circles together. After spending time with your two foxes, you and Mama Bear found yourselves stroking Han Quakka to help smooth out her face, as Hyunjin, Leeknow and Seungmin had previously been messing around stroking up as they always did. Quakka gave you a big hug as a thank you.

You ended up watching proudly as Mama Bear stepped in between Leebit and Jiniret to stop them from fighting. Of course, it was all fun and games. Changbin had fun effortlessly picking you up and passing you to Dwaekki. You even danced alongside PuppyM, who was going all out as usual.

Sadly, though, soon enough it was time for the Skzoos to go. Whilst the others all left with a wave and kisses, PuppyM was desperately trying to get one more dance in. You being you didn’t let seeing any of the Skzoos upset.

You raised your microphone to your lips and spoke. “Wait!” The boys looked at you in confusion as you jogged over to PuppyM.

“How about this? You can do one more dance, Pup. Then Mama Bear will walk with you to join the others. How does that sound?” You asked. PuppyM nodded, and the crowd cheered.

“Alright. Boys. Sing for PuppyM.” So they did. The boys sang whilst PuppyM danced. You stood to the side, cheering PuppyM on with the crowd. Once the song was over, you smiled.

“Let’s give PuppyM a big round of applause.” You clapped happily before taking PuppyM’s hand and walking him over to where Mamabear and some of the staff were waiting. Puppy gave a few more waves before taking Mamabear’s hand and walking off the stage.

“You’re such a good grandmother!” That had your eyes going wide as you turned to face the boys.

“Excuse you?” You asked in shock.

Leeknow let out a laugh. “You’re a good grandmother.” He repeated like it was common knowledge.

You placed a hand on your chest. “We’ve been over this. I’m not old enough to be a grandmother. You take that back, you gremlin!” You stepped towards the male.

“He’s right. I mean, no matter how you look at it, the Skzoo’s are your grandchildren. Their either the children of your children-” I.N. pointed to himself, Felix, Seugmin, Hyunjin, Han, Leeknow and Changbin. “Or they are the children of MamaBear, who is also your child, and Wolf Chan, who is Chan’s child. So either way, grandmother. He’s a granddad.”

Chan let out an exaggerated sigh.

You stood frozen for a moment and licked your bottom lip. You let out a sarcastic laugh. You walked over to Felix and wrapped him in a hug.

“Congratulations, my Angel. You have been promoted to my only favourite human child. My sweet baby.”

Felix let out a squeal of excitement. “Yes!!” He pulled away to do a little dance before hugging you again.

I.N. pouted as the other boys laughed. “He can’t be your only favourite. I’m also your baby. Me, Felix and MamaBear. We’ve got you wrapped around our fingers. He can’t be the only favourite out of the two of us.”

Felix stuck his tongue out at I.N. “Tough luck, Buttercup. Shouldn’t have called her a grandma.”

Han then stepped forward with a question. “So, as a granny, does that mean that BbokAri is your favourite grandchild or is your favourite PuppyM?” It was a genuine question. He was curious.

You looked over at Leeknow. “You have my permission to spank him into next week.” That ended up with Leeknow chasing Han around the stage until Chan picked him up, allowing Leeknow to get revenge for you.

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You had decided to spend the day in the studio with Chan, Binnie and Han. Today, everyone was recording their lines. Han had just finished his lines and was currently napping on the couch with his head on your lap. He had the eyemask you brought for him on, so the lights didn't wake him up. You were currently sewing up a part of the blanket you kept in the studi,o as it had somehow gotten ripped.

“Who's next after, Minnie?” You asked softly. Though you knew Han could sleep through all the noise in the world, you were still cautious about being too loud.

“Ayen is next, he will be here soon to record his lines,” Chan spoke as he turned to look at you. He couldn't help but smile at you. You smiled back at him.

Chan turned back around in his chair as he prepared to continue working. He placed a hand on the red button that would allow Seungmin to hear him.

“Alright, Seungmin. Let's try it one more time.” He said.

Seungmin nodded. He hadn't been happy with himself today, so he kept retrying his lines. The male adjusted his headset as the music played. He then began to sing.

The moment he began to sing, you could feel it. You didn't just hear the words, you felt them. To say you were proud was an understatement. You always thought that Seungmin's voice was utterly angelic. It was moments like these that proved you write.

Chan played it back for Seungmin to hear. He then turned to you. “What do you think?” He asked, pushing the button for Seungmin to hear you.

“I think that's the one. You can hear the sadness in his voice. He felt it that time. Plus, that little riff he did scratched my brain in the right way. You did perfectly, sweetheart.” You said as you finished up with the blanket. You passed it to Changbin, who placed the blanket in its usual spot.

Seungmin grinned. “That's the one.” He said in agreement.

Chan nodded in agreement. “You're done for the day, Min.” He told him with happiness in his voice.

Seungmin grabbed his stuff after taking off his headset. He left the booth and came to sit on the couch. He had decided he would be waiting for I.N., as the two had plans for after Innie's session.

“You did great, Puppy.” You told him as you gently stroked Han's hair.

Seungmin nodded softly and smiled at you. “Thank you.”

The studio door opened, and in came a pouty I.N.

The male quickly turned to you. “You're here. Minho Hyung said you were here.” He said, relief filling him.

“Yeah, I'm here.” You nodded in confusion. Has he been looking for you?

I.N. pulled out his hoodie from his bag. “It ripped. Could you please fix it? Please, Mama bear?”

Of course, how could you possibly say no to I.N., your youngest? Your Makenae. One of your babies? He had those big, sweet eyes that made you utterly melt. He was very good at making it hard for you to say no to him. It was something that he, Felix and Seungmin had perfected over the years.

“Of course, my lovely. Pass it here and I'll sew it whilst you do your lines.” You said holding out a hand to take the hoodie from him. Thankfully, you hadn't put your sewing kit away yet.

Innie greeted everyone before going to the booth. Whilst he recorded his lines, you sat there sewing up his hoodie sleeve. You gave feedback here and there when your opinion was asked for. Han was still fast asleep, his head on your lap. Chan was working well with I.N., explaining everything in a way that I.N. instantly understood, allowing the male to easily record his lines. Binnie sat beside Chan, gushing over how cute I.N. was. Meanwhile, Seungmin was on his phone, playing a game, just enjoying the atmosphere.

Innie finally left the booth just as you finished with his hoodie. He happily took it from you and kissed your cheek. “Thank you, you're a lifesaver.” He said before putting the hoodie on.

Seungmin got up and grabbed his stuff.

“Where are you boys heading?” You asked them curiously.

Seungmin smiled. “We're getting dinner at that new place that opened up.” He said happily, having wanted to try it since he heard about it.

You nodded and grabbed your phone. You pulled out your bank card from your phone case pocket and held it out to the two youngest members of the group.

“Use my card. Call it a treat for doing so well today. I'm proud of you both.” They had both learnt by now that arguing against using your card would never work. So Seungmin gently took it from you and placed it in his wallet.

“Thank you, Mother bear.” He said before hugging you. He quickly turned to Chan, a mischievous smile on his face. “This is why she’s our favourite parent. Take notes.” He then nodded and walked towards the door. “See you all later.” He waved.

I.N. also hugged you. “Thank you, Mama Bear.” The two boys waved at everyone.

“Have fun.” And with that, the two boys left. Changbin got up and grabbed your sewing kit, and placed it in your bag so you wouldn't have to move and disturb Han. You thanked him happily with a soft smile. The male then headed toward the booth.

Chan turned to you. “You spoil them too much.”

You scoffed playfully. “As if you don't.” You said with a raised eyebrow

The two of you shared a smile before Chan turned back to work. You gently shook Han's shoulder.

“You gotta wake up, hun. We need your help with recording Binnie's lines. You can sleep again once he's done.” And you kept that promise. Because the moment Changbin was finished, Han found his way back to you and fell asleep within minutes.

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Seonghwa had just reached the couch when his knees buckled and he groaned as he sank into the cushions. His head was thrown back dramatically, his eyes closed, and his arms flopped out to his sides. He had been running on fumes and taking care of everyone but himself for a week, as shown by the rumpled long sleeves, slightly frizzy hair, and faint dark circles under his eyes.

He had ensured that San had consumed some vegetables. He had remained up until two in the morning, helping Yeosang recover from an existential crisis related to choreography. After a glitter explosion that might have rivaled a solar flare, he had assisted Wooyoung in cleaning up his room. Additionally, he had done Mingi's laundry this morning since Mingi had—again—forgotten.

But today, the second they walked through the door after rehearsal, Seonghwa announced, “Don’t speak to me. Don’t look at me. I am a fossil.” Then he threw himself onto the couch, arms spread, one leg half-hanging off the cushions.

He lay there like a man defeated by life, phone face down on the floor, a blanket lazily tossed over his legs. His shirt had ridden up just enough to reveal a sliver of his soft tummy, rising and falling gently as he breathed. His eyes were shut, lashes resting delicately on his cheeks, his lips barely parted. He looked so peaceful.

Too peaceful, in Hongjoong's humble opinion.

The leader stood at the foot of the couch, arms crossed, studying him with a quiet smirk. His hyung seemed like the physical embodiment of "I’ve done enough."

Maybe he had. But something about the exposed tummy and the little huff of breath Seonghwa let out was just too tempting.

So, Hongjoong grabbed a plastic pen from the coffee table, sat down beside Seonghwa’s legs, and leaned in innocently. “I’m making a sun,” he whispered, gently tracing a wide circle around Seonghwa’s belly button.

Seonghwa twitched. His brows furrowed slightly, and he let out a breathy “Hmm?”

“And here’s a cat,” Hongjoong continued, drawing two triangle ears on either side of the "sun" with one fingertip. A barely-there hiccup of a laugh escaped Seonghwa’s lips. Hongjoong’s grin grew mischievous. He began lightly scribbling with his fingertips—gentle and slow—tracing imaginary clouds, stars, and hearts across Seonghwa’s sensitive tummy.

He could feel the muscles tensing beneath his fingers. Seonghwa turned his head away, trying hard not to laugh, but the little trembles in his chest gave him away. Seonghwa’s abs jerked, and a helpless little "pffft—!" of a giggle escaped before he clamped his lips shut.

Hongjoong gasped mockingly. “Did the kitty just meow? Careful, it could get laugh lines~” He wiggled his fingers now, abandoning the pretend drawing entirely and going straight in with soft, dancing scribbles.

Seonghwa squirmed, biting his lip hard. “Hongjoohoong… dohohon’t—!!”

“Stohop!” Seonghwa writhed, trying not to laugh too loudly. “I’m seriously exhausted!”

“Then don’t fight it,” Hongjoong sang, rolling back onto his belly and gently starting to flutter his fingers around the button again. “Let the art soothe you.”

That was when Seonghwa gave in. A hiccupy giggle escaped him, and his hands flew down to weakly grab Hongjoong’s wrists. “Yohohou’re not helping!”

“Aww, the kitty meowed again,” Hongjoong teased, dragging his fingers up to the soft undersides of Seonghwa’s ribs, which made him burst into helpless laughter.

“YAHAAHAH—Joongie!” Seonghwa snorted, twisting away with a full-body flinch. “Nohoho—NOHOHOHOnooo—!”

His laughter was high-pitched and raw. Seonghwa’s arms flailed, his legs kicked the blanket off, and his body bucked side to side as he shrieked with laughter.

“WHAHAT IS THIHIHIS?!” Seonghwa howled, legs thrashing as he grabbed Hongjoong’s wrists. “THIHIHIS ISN’T A SUHUHUHN—”

“Nope,” Hongjoong agreed cheerfully, “this is payback. For ignoring your own limits.”

He suddenly skittered his nails fast up Seonghwa’s sides, and the older man nearly exploded with a shrill, pitchy scream.

“JOHOHOONG—STOHOHOP—STOP!!”

“Hmmmm…” Hongjoong tapped a finger to his chin while still scribbling mercilessly into Seonghwa’s quivering belly. “Nah.”

“YOHOHOU JERK—!!”

He let out a high-pitched wheeze and tried to curl up, but Hongjoong grabbed his wrists and held them gently above his head.

“You’re gonna hurt me,” Seonghwa squealed, arching up as he laughed. “You traitor!”

That was when the door creaked open.

“…Hyung?” San blinked into the room, followed closely by Wooyoung and Mingi, all holding drinks or snacks. They paused to take in the chaos.

Wooyoung’s face lit up instantly. “Is that—”

“Tickle art,” Hongjoong said proudly. “And I’m accepting guest collaborators.”

All of them stared at the absolute meltdown on the couch—Seonghwa thrashing under Hongjoong’s merciless hands, hair a mess, shirt bunched up to his chest, his squeals bouncing off the walls.

San dropped his drink and sprinted over before Seonghwa could even think to escape.

"NO!!" Seonghwa shrieked as his traitorous members dashed to take their spots around him. Wooyoung happily plopped onto his ankles like it was a seat made for him.

“Where’s the worst spot?” he asked sweetly.

“Nowhere!! There’s no spot! I’m NOT ticklish I WAS FINE!”

“Wrong answer~,” Wooyoung sang, and yanked off both socks with one dramatic pull.

Seonghwa howled.

“NONONO WAIT—WAIT—WOOYOUNG!!”

Wooyoung flicked at Seonghwa’s arch with one finger. “These little feet are gonna get it.”

And they did.

Without mercy, Wooyoung dug in. Ten fingers, rough and fast, scribbling all over the arches and balls of Seonghwa’s feet. The reaction was instant.

“NOHOHOHOHO!! PLEHEHEHEASE!! WOOYOUNG!! WOOYOOUNGAAHAAHHAA!!”

“I bet these ribs are killer, huh?” San whispered, then dug in with brutal knuckles.

Seonghwa lost it.

The sound that escaped him was a mix between a hiccup and a banshee scream.

“SAHAHAHAAHAHAN, NOOHOHOHO!” His voice turned completely ragged.

“Too late!” San dove in behind Wooyoung and grabbed both of Seonghwa’s hips, thumbs pressing into the exact muscle spots Hongjoong had pointed out to him last month.

Seonghwa let out a horrendous shriek and thrashed so hard he nearly flung the blanket off the couch.

San didn’t let up. “What’s wrong, hyung? Ticklish?~”

“YOU GUHUHUHUYS ARE INSANE!!” Seonghwa kicked helplessly, pinned down, squirming like a worm under all the hands on him.

“I think this spot is especially bad,” Wooyoung said with glee, drumming his fingers under Seonghwa’s heel.

Seonghwa’s back arched, his eyes squeezed shut as he shrieked like a kettle boiling over. “WOOYOUNG–AAHAAHAA, I CAHAN’T TAKE THIHIHIS!”

“Then don’t,” San teased, poking into his armpits. “Just enjoy the laughter.”

Yeosang wandered in next. Calm, curious. Normal. “What’s going on here?”

Hongjoong, completely unbothered, answered, “Seonghwa hyung was being selfless again. We’re undoing that.”

Yeosang sighed. “Poor thing,” he said, then walked over and started skittering his fingers under Seonghwa’s neck.

“NAAAHAHAAHAHHH!” Seonghwa squealed, thrashing. “NoHOH–NOT THE NEHEHEHECK!”

His laughter was loud, wild, and broken, the kind that wouldn’t stop even when he tried to speak. He was crying now, tears of laughter spilling down his cheeks, his face flushed deep pink, every part of him betraying him as it flailed and jumped with every well-aimed tickle.

“Someone help, he’s gonna explode,” Yunho said between laughs.

Then came Jongho. Stoic, calm. A banana in one hand. Mingi's jaw dropped next to him.

“What’s the situation?” He asked, grinning.

“Utter meltdown,” Yeosang said. He looked down fondly at the screaming elder beneath him. "...Yeah, he's doing just fine."

Every inch of Seonghwa's body was jerking. His laughter came in wild, squeaky wails, limbs thrashing uselessly. His hands tried to grab someone—anyone—but he was too far gone. His body had gone limp, twitching helplessly under a dozen relentless fingers.

The members gradually pulled away, leaving Seonghwa sprawled like a limp octopus across the cushions. His chest heaved, and his mouth was open in a dazed grin.

Hongjoong sat back on his heels and gently fixed Seonghwa’s shirt.

“Feeling better?”

Seonghwa couldn’t speak. He just panted and blinked slowly. When he finally let out a hoarse, “You’re evil,” his voice cracked.

“Loved though,” Hongjoong teased, brushing the sweat from his forehead.

Seonghwa reached weakly for him, and Hongjoong leaned down, hugging him tight.

“Rest now, sunshine,” he whispered. “You’ve earned it.”

Seonghwa, still twitching slightly from leftover giggles, finally closed his eyes. He felt surrounded by warmth, affection, chaos, and a couch full of fucking gremlins.

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jungkookslipring · 4 days ago

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Lee Felix thoughts

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A/N: a small drabble in honor of all the minlix tk moments recently🤭 tiny tk moment🥰

creds to owner

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

@jungwon-is-the-one, @reginald-stay09, @dusk-mp3, @lezleeferguson-120, @sophi-tickl-blog

Thinking of tired Lixie after a concert, dragging his feet as he walked back to his room after dinner. Minho follows behind him quietly, eyes glued to his phone as they finally make it to their shared room.

"'m so tired," Lix whined, making a beeline for the bed. Minho giggled at the way the younger flopped down, face first onto the soft mattress.

"C'mere baby," he cooed, setting his phone down on the nightstand before laying down on the bed and spooning Lix close.

The younger let out a small sigh of contentment, snuggling his face into the older's chest and throwing an arm over his side.

Gentle fingers soon combed through his hair, making him melt into Minho's side. The older really had a soft spot for him.

Lix was just beginning to drift off when he felt a small tweak at his side. Flinching reflexively, he ignored it in the hopes that it was an accident.

But Minho kept it up, small twitches and soft pinches now raining down on his side until Lix whined and turned over.

“Hyuhung nohoho. I’m too tired for thihis,” he groaned, barely swatting at Minho’s hand with eyes still shut.

"Aww, are a few pokes all it takes to get you giggling like this, Bokkie?" He teased, pinching Lixie's cheeks adoringly when the younger flushed red.

"Mhmhm no teasing!" Lixie's protests sounded muffled against the pillow, resistance weak and sleepy.

Minho paused, then let his fingers rest lightly against Felix’s side. “You looked sad today,” he murmured. “Is everything okay, baby?”

Felix blinked slowly, the haze of sleep giving way to a flicker of surprise. He peeked up at Minho’s face, studying the worry crinkling the corner of his eyes.

Felix thought about it, eyes wandering over the room.

“Not really,” he mumbled after a beat, voice muffled against Minho’s shirt. “Just… exhausted. Not just from today’s concert but like… the kinda tired that’s been building up for a while.”

Minho’s arms tightened slightly. “The kind that sinks into your bones?”

Felix gave a slow nod, lip jutting out just a bit. “Yeah…” He was glad that Minho understood him so easily.

“Then I’ll hold you until you feel good again,” Minho whispered. He leaned down to press a kiss to Felix’s temple. “We’ll triumph over it all!” He proclaimed, rather grandly.

“You’re so silly sometimes, hyung.” Lix giggled, the sound lighter than before. He was already starting to feel a little better.

As they spoke, Minho pulled him up until Felix was lying with his back against the older's chest, head nestled cozily into his shoulder. He was so pliant, letting Minho do as he wished without a single complaint.

After all, Felix would never say no to cuddles. And Minho's affection was even more addicting knowing the oldest wasn't this close with just anyone. His warmth was a quiet thing—rare, but all-consuming.

And now that Lix was feeling better, maybe it was time Minho let him in on something that’s been bothering him all day.

"Y'know... we never really got to finish that little tickle fight we started today." He mused slyly. It had been all Minho was able to think of, his feed consumed by every possible angle of him tickling Felix on stage.

Lix had run from him too, giggling in anticipation as he speed walked away. Always a step ahead but never too far away that Minho would stop the chase.

Felix froze at that, perhaps realizing just how vulnerable his current position left him. Subtly, he tried to move away, inching away little by little.

“Uh uh, where do you think you’re going?” The older’s sharp eyes were brimming with mirth, hands already tugging Lix back to his chest.

“N-nowhere hyung! Um, so good talk! I’m feelingreallysleepynow and we have to wake up early for the rehearsal tomorrow, so why don’t we get some sleep?” He talked quickly, words melding into each other in his hurry.

Was he really anticipating being tickled right now? He had to admit he was teasing the older earlier, letting Minho land one poke before prancing away.

Perspiration beaded his forehead, cheeks rosy already. His heart raced in his chest, breathing quick and shallow. He could feel the heady giggles bubbling up in his chest at the mere thought of being properly wrecked.

It had been fun, watching the way Minho slowly sank into a ler mood, eyes so focused on Lixie’s weakest spots all day. And Felix had only fed into it, letting Minho have a taste of his laughter before taking it all away.

Without a second thought, he shot up, rolling away from the older and jumping off the side of the bed. “Yah, get back here you little menace!” Minho sprang up, chasing after him.

“Catch me if you can, grandpa!” The blonde snarked, winking tauntingly at Minho as he went.

Lix’s bubbly laughter floated behind him as he danced around the room, circling around the sofa and leaping over their partly unpacked suitcases.

It was thrilling— the way his tiredness had seeped away, replaced with his usual happy energy.

He giggled like a maniac when Minho almost caught him, twisting away with the grace of a ballerina and left the oldest in the dust. Minho was laughing too, letting Lix outrun him for a few moments longer.

After all, the chase was half the fun in any decent tickle fight. So he let the younger tire himself out, easily cornering him when he ran into the bathroom.

“Any last words, my dear Bokkie?” Minho sing songed, savoring his victory as Felix slumped against the bathroom wall, panting.

He shook his head in defeat, yelping when Minho lunged forwards and threw Lix over his shoulder. Felix, for his part, struggled valiantly—squirming, kicking and, even daring to poke Minho’s sides.

It was all in vain, though, just like they both wanted. Felix was promptly deposited on the bed with Minho straddling his thighs.

“Arms up little one,” the older instructed, adding, “unless you want me to make you admit you wanted this just as much as I do.”

Felix poked his tongue out at him but complied, reaching up to grasp onto the headboard.

“Now, where should I start…” Minho mused aloud, eyes gleaming as they swept over Lixie’s most ticklish spots — sides, neck, those poor defenseless underarms. “So many choices, so little mercy.”

“Ugh just start already! You made me wait all da—HAY! Shihihihit! Ihihit tihihickles!” Minho shut him up quick, fingers slipping under his tank top to wiggle at his sides.

It pulled a shrieky laugh out of Lix, his body shaking a little with the force of it. “So cute~” He teased as the younger squirmed slightly. “Just look at you now. You wanted this so bad didn’t you Lixie?”

Felix’s hands tightened their grip on the sheets above his head, fisting the fabric desperately as he tried to stay still. The blush on his cheeks grew darker at Minho’s words. The truth only served to fluster him more.

“YouhuHU promised nohot toHOHOho mahake meHEHe sahahay ihit!”

“I promised no such thing. I threatened to make you say it. That’s different.” He said matter of fact, switching from wiggling his fingers to pinching the muscles at the sides of Lixie’s belly.

“AhahaAHAHa fuhuhuhuck hyuhuhung nahahaha!!” Loud, squeaky laughter followed the action, Felix’s body jerking left and right and his legs kicking out at the change.

“Oh, is pinching worse for you?” Minho thought out loud, cackling when Lixie’s hands flew down to cover his crimson face. “So shy Lixie. For someone who was teasing me all day, you really can’t handle much, can you?”

“Shuhuhut uhUHUHUP! YouHU cahaHAn’t tahake iHIT eheheither!” But Minho was happy with the muffled laughs. Continuing his ministration with one hand, he used the other to pin Lixie’s arms back above his head with a stern ‘keep them there.’

“Okay next spot!” He announced, flexing his fingers a little before diving them right into Lixie’s armpits. He vibrated his fingers against the soft sensitive skin, reveling in the chaos it brought.

“AHAHAHA WAHAHAIT IHIHIM NOHOHOT REHEADYHY!!” Felix screeched, legs kicking wildly behind Minho and his hands holding tight onto the corners of his pillow as if it was the only thing keeping him from descending into complete madness.

“Do you think you will ever be, darling? Just look at you! You’re blushing so much, pretty baby.” Minho flooded him with compliments that only had Felix growing redder by the minute.

It was one of Minho’s habits as a ler. His normally stoic personality would crack, compliments and endearments flowing like water from a fountain. He loved adoring his lees, leaving them a flustered mess by the end of each session.

It was only ever worse for Felix, Jeongin and Hannie for whom he had even more of a soft spot. With them, his ler habits would expand tenfold.

“FUCKFUCKFUHUHUCK! HYUHUHUNG IHIHI CAHAN’T I REHEHEALLY CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IHIT THEHEHERE!! PLEHEHEASE!!” He begged through the loudest, most boisterous laughter yet.

His head was thrown back, tears wetting his lash line as he squirmed frantically— all the while keeping his hands where the older had asked him to.

It brought a smile to Minho’s face and after a few moments he let up. He looked around them to notice that every pillow except the one Lixie was lying against had been knocked right off the bed, scattered around them haphazardly.

“One last spot, okay? Can you take it for me, Bokkie baby?” The older asked, rubbing soothing circles into Lixie’s waist to calm him down.

“Juhust one.” Felix conceded. And Minho’s hands fluttered down, hovering over the younger’s belly. He stayed like that for a second, enjoying the way Lix glanced down and sucked in his stomach as if it would stop Minho in the slightest.

He waited till Felix let out the breath he was holding to jump into action. The tips of his fingers on one hand traced the lightest of shapes over Lixie’s abs while his other hands locked onto the younger’s hip and massaged his thumb into the hollow.

Poor Felix choked on air, hands clawing helplessly at the sheets as sweet, pitchy laughter escaped his lips.

“HYUHUHUHUNG ohoho myhyhy gahAHAHAHAD!! HOW AHAHARE YOUHU DOIHING THAHAHAT?!”

Damn Minho and his ambidextrous hands.

“That’s right, keep laughing for me baby. You’re doing so well.” Minho cooed, occasionally switching techniques and watching in amusement at the way his lee’s muscles spasmed under his ministrations.

It was torture. It wasn’t long before Felix’s hands shot down, grasping onto Minho’s wrists desperately as the older kept going, relentless as ever.

“HYUHUHUNG PLEHEASEPLEHEASEPLEHEHEASE!! IHIHI CAHAHN’T TAHAHAKE IT! IHIHI’M DOHONE IHIM DONE AHAHAHAHA!”

Tears streamed down his face as his laughter soon died down to wheezes and gaspy giggles. The older let up, moving to uncap a bottle of water.

He giggled at the watery glare Lix gave him, graciously letting the younger poke his side in revenge before accepting the drink.

He stood up to survey the mess that was their bed— the sheets had come off partially and everything that was on the bed was currently scattered about.

“We have a little fighter on our hands, hm” Minho teased as he picked up the pillows and dusted them off. “Not my fault. You were brutal hyung!” Lix pouted but the tips of his ears were tinged pink.

The younger’s hair was hopelessly ruffled, clothes askew from all the thrashing he’d done. His cheeks still bore the telltale rosiness and wet tear tracks from the overwhelming sensations he’d been through.

All in all, it was one of Minho’s favorite sights. One he loved to indulge in every so often. “You’re so pretty like this Bokkie~” He couldn’t help but comment.

A satisfied smile rested on Lixie’s lips as they slipped under the covers. “You owe me cuddles for that!” He demanded, draping his body over Minho and hugging him like a koala.

“Gosh you and Channie hyung are the same.” Minho remarked exasperatedly, even as his hands looped around the younger and held him tight.

“Softie~ You love us sooo much!” Felix murmured against his chest and Minho couldn’t fight the fond smile that took over his face. “Only for you guys. Now go to sleep Bokkie.”

Lix nodded, snuggling closer. “Thank you hyungie. For everything.” Minho hummed in acknowledgement, gently combing his hands through Lixie’s hair until his breath evened out.

It was silent again—but this time, it felt safe. Full. Felix drifted off with a soft smile, tangled up in warmth, laughter, and love.

He held Felix a little tighter as he drifted off, grateful, as always, for moments like this.

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