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[lina-linny]

omg why is this idea so cute?! Thank you for tagging me ♡

This is mine:

Let's all make ourselves as little guys! Everyone is welcome to join!

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Tagging: @silentwillowwhisperer @hecateisalesbian @mushr00mswirl @mischievousmary

[lina-linny]

*𝙇𝙤𝙨𝙩*

Pairing: Jeongin x Reader (GN)

Genre: Angst -> Comfort

Warnings: Self Doubt, Jeongin being a meanie, Crying, Sorry for any mistakes or missing tags.

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-🖤

Today was your second day on holiday. Waking up to the calmness and not having to get up early and go to work was just perfect. You strolled out of bed making yourself some coffee before plopping down on the couch. Your boyfriend had come out of the shower grabbing a coffee for himself. “We are gonna be leaving soon” he said looking over at you.

“Oh right! I’ll go get dressed” you said making your way back to the room.

“Y/n it’s been like 30 mins we are late” he yelled from the kitchen.

“I’m coming!” You said trying to slip your socks on. “Sorry love I couldn’t-“

He cut you off “we gotta go” he said walking to the door.

The car was parked out front waiting, the drive there was kind of quiet. You looked out the window taking in the pretty views as you passed. You met up with the boys with a smile talking as you walked around the city. Stopping at clothing stores and taking in the scenery. The buildings were so beautiful crafted. The smell of fresh baked breads and foods filled the air.

“Babe look how pretty that is!” You said with a smile trying to show him a building. You turned your head to see jeongin not even paying attention as he chatted with one of the guys. You sighed “I’ll be right back I’m gonna take a picture” you said before walking across the street. The building was old, built hundreds of years ago but still looked so breath taking. You snapped a few pictures as you read a small plaque about the building. When you turned around to walk back across the street you didn’t see the boys.

You pulled your phone back out to text them realizing you had terrible signal. Your heart dropped. No one realized you were gone? Not even jeongin? You felt like you could cry heart cracking at the thought and then it kicked in. You were alone. You were alone in a different place you didn’t know. Your phone wasn’t picking up a signal and you were lost. You were lost in another country and it didn’t seem like anyone cared.

You didn’t wanna move incase they came back. Minutes turned to an hour. You roamed a bit trying to find service anyone even just a little. Meanwhile the boys had just noticed you weren’t there.

“Hey where’s y/n?” Jisung as looking around.

“Weren’t they just here?” Seungmin piped in.

“Were they?” Another voice spoke up.

Everyone’s eyes widened as they realized they hadn’t heard anything from you in a while. They scrambled to text and call you, the only one having any signal was changbin. If it wasn’t such a serious thing he’d rub it in how his android was the only one to work. However when his calls didn’t go through he was even more panicked.

Seungmin found a place that gave him signal having the smart idea he checked Snapchat. Your location was on and he felt a sense of relief. “She’s at the book store we were at” he said. They all started walking back. “Dude how could you not notice your partner wasn’t here?” Seungmin said.

“None of you noticed don’t blame it souly on me” he spit back. In all honesty he didn’t notice but he did think to himself how quiet you were being.

When they finally found you, you were sitting by the building. You were staring out into the waters trying to keep yourself calm. Jeongin grabbed your arm making you jump. You smiled widely going to hug him before he back up a bit not letting you. “You were supposed to stay with us y/n!” He scolded. “We had to come the whole way back and we wasted almost our whole day because of you! Not to mention the boys were on my ass cause we lost you” He said before taking a deep breath. “I knew we shouldn’t have brought you” he said before taking your hand pulling you with him to the boys.

You felt your heart sink you ruined everything. The others were more happy to see you but all you could muster up was a small ‘I’m sorry.’ Jeongin didn’t talk to you much for the rest of the night.

Everyone decided to go to a restaurant close to the hotel, they wanted to eat and then go to the pool after. As you neared the hotel you looked over at jeongin before he walked in. You took his hand making him scowl at you “what” he said.

“I- I’m not really hungry.. I’m gonna go up to the room” you said.

“Whatever” he said with a huff before walking inside.

You held it together as the elevator beeped. Getting closer to your floor, to your room you felt the tears pricking. Opening the door to your room it all flooded out. You laid your back against the door sobbing at the whole day. ‘Why’d you even come? You should have just stayed home. You ruined everything.’ Those thoughts kept spiraling around in your head. You made your way to the bedroom laying yourself on the other bed that was there. You didn’t wanna bother jeongin when he came back so you laid on the farthest side of the other bed and curled up in a ball.

As the boys ate and drank they talked about going swimming again. Leaving the restaurant to get dressed, he grabbed his shorts from the suitcase. He didn’t take notice of you lying on the other side. He came in as quickly as he left. Hours went by before he came up to bed. When he came back into the bedroom he saw you sleeping. He felt a bit of sadness however when he went to talk to you it came out annoyed.

“Are you seriously not gonna sleep with me?” He said his words coming out harsher than attended.

You wake up slightly, tear stained face not even looking at him as you got up to lay in the other bed. Silence. It was dead silent. He went to say something else before catching a glimpse of your face. His heart sunk. Make up smeared from your crying all night, face swollen and puffy. You buried your face into the pillow, keeping your body fully on the edge.

“Y/n” he said softly.

“I’m sorry for today.” You let out lip quivering a small bit.

“It’s ok” he said trying to keep his voice low.

“No it’s not.. I ruined the whole day..” you choked. You felt ready to cry once more.

“You didn’t-“ he said before you cut him off.

“I did. From the beginning I did. And I’m sorry. You guys go tomorrow without me ok? I just.. I just wanna stay in bed” you said softly.

Jeongin crawled in bed beside you his hands hesitantly moving to lay on your waist. “You can’t just stay in bed” he said.

“It’s fine” you said in a whisper.

Silence fell into the room once more before jeongin slowly differed off to sleep. He woke up to the bed moving you heading to the bathroom. When you didn’t come back right away he stirred away. “B-babe you alright?” He said his voice half awake.

You wiped the tears from your face before unlocking the door. You sniffled bit before nodding at him “yeah” before walking past him to go lay back down. He let out a small sigh feeling bad before crawling back beside you. You hadn’t turned to face him at all that night nor did you cuddle him.

When he finally got up he noticed you weren’t there. He made his way to the living room finding you on the couch watching tv. Before he could speak you spoke “the boys called you’re going to the gardens, so be ready in 30 mins” you said softly not even looking at him.

“Wait are you not coming?” He asked.

You shook your head “I told you last night I wasn’t” you said.

“But y/n this was the thing you were most excited to do you can’t miss it”

You shrugged not saying anything back. He felt his heart sink through his chest out into the floor.

“Y/n please I’m sorry for what I said.. I.. you have to go.. please?” He pleaded.

You looked at him meeting his eyes now which were turning watery. “I don’t wanna be a bother.. it’s alright you go. You have fun ok?” You said as you felt a tear roll down your cheek. Fuck. You were keeping them back so good. Seeing the tear jeongin almost ran to you he wrapped his arms around you.

“If you don’t wanna go- I’m not going..” he said feeling like he was about to cry.

“Jeong-“ you started before you hear him cry.

“No. No. I’m not. I’m not going. I wanna be with you. I want you to go. I want things to be right. I’m sorry for being an asshole. Please just come. Please y/n” he cried out clinging onto you as he sobbed.

You couldn’t help but cry with him holding onto him just as tightly “I’m sorry I ruined everything”

“You didn’t ruin anything, it’s lot like you meant to. I’m sorry for what I said I didn’t mean it I was just worried you were hurt and I- I said the wrong words and I’m- fuck I’m so sorry” he cried harder.

You’ve never seen him like this. Yeah he’s cried in-front of you but not like this. “Y/n I love you.” He said softly through sobs.

“I love you to innie” you said stroking his back.

“Please come with? I’ll do anything” he said. Pulling away to look at you.

“Anything?” You said with a little smile.

He nodded quickly “whatever you want”

“Will you hold my hand and take pictures with me while we go?” You said.

He couldn’t help but smile “of course”

“Ok we best go get dressed then” you’d matching his smile.

When you both stood up jeongin wrapped his arms around you hugging you tightly. “I’m really sorry for my harsh words. I love you. And I’m really happy you’re here.” He said before pulling you into a sweet kiss.

“Make it up to me later yeah?” You said with a playful wink making him chuckle.

“Promise” he said.

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[lina-linny]

*𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝑫𝒂𝒚*

Pairing: Chan x Reader (GN)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None, however I tried to say very simple things because I still have no clue how to properly take care of my own curls let alone write about how to lol.

A/N: This is a little short however I loved this Request. As someone with “wavy/curly” hair i wish he’d take care of it and love his cute curls. (Also at myself because I do not take care of them like I should either)

-🖤

Laying on your bed scrolling through your phone you hear a loud sigh coming from the bathroom. “You alright in there?” You yell but get no response. With a small huff you get up walking towards the bathroom to see Chan sitting there staring at himself. His hairs a mess like he’s been running his fingers through it.

“What’s wrong bubs?” You ask seeing the frustration on his face.

“I don’t know what to do y/n my hair just feels awful. Like what do I do with this” he says fluffing his hair.

“Well for starters you need to stop getting it dyed so much. Secondly you gotta take care of it better” you say running your hands over his back.

“I do take care of it, I condition and-“ he started before you cut him off.

“Christopher. You have waves, little curls. You need to take care of them.” You scolded.

“Will you help me?” He asked sounding defeated.

“Of course.” You say with a kiss to his nose.

The next day came around Chan was sitting on the couch when you came back from errands. You had did a whole haul of products to help him with his hair. Maybe you went a little overboard but you just wanted the best for him. When you came through the door you smiled wildly at him making him laugh. You had that crazed gleam in your eye.

“What’s that face for?” He asked still chuckling.

“Floor.” You say making your way to him.

“What about the floor?” He asked teasingly.

“Sit your juicy butt on the floor please” you say with a little pout.

He laughs while sitting on the floor. You take your spot above him handing him the bags.

“What’s all this for?” He asked.

“Your hair silly” you say taking the first few things out.

“This is to help defuse your hair, and this is to bring moisture to your scalp. Oh oh and this one helps retain the cute curls you have” you ramble showing him each product.

You apply a few things before bringing him to the bathroom. You gave him a whole run down of things he should be doing. Which order to do his hair in how to dry it. You had gotten silk pillowcases so it would help even thinking about getting him a little silk bonnet.

After just a few days of the routine you could see a Change in his hair. It looked so much healthier so vibrant. His curls were more defined and had a lot less frizz to it. He also seemed much more confident not wanting to put hats on or anything to mess it up. You smiled walking into the room seeing him playing with his hair. He was just glowing he looked so happy.

“Mm someone’s looking good” you say with a little giggle kissing his cheek.

“All thanks you my love” he said smiling widely before pulling you to him. He kissed you lovingly before staring down into your eyes.

“I appreciate you taking your time to help me with this, I really never felt better about it. My hair just looks- good” he said before kissing you again.

“Of course silly, I’m just happy you’re happy. And I’m happy you’re not gonna go bald now.. hopefully” you teased making him tickle you.

“If I go bald you’ll still love me right?” He said.

You nod making his eyes go wide “right!” He said before tickling you more.

“Duh that’s not even a question” you said laughing.

“Good, now I ordered dinner wanna watch a movie?”

“Can I play with your hair?” You said with a smile.

“Duh that not even a question” he teased you.

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[lina-linny]

Wow, it's so good! Love your writing style!

California Dreamin'- The beach boys

Seo Changbin with California Dreamin from the Beach boys for the fall series

Genre: Angst, hurt/no comfort

Warnings: none really, reader is just a shitty person

Wordcount: 808w

a/n: this req, by @lina-linny as it seems we are getting lot more angst than fluff in the fall series lol. I'm working on it alrrr. I have some fluff in mind too, (hehe spoiler its with lix) So now as always, take ur blanket, a hot cocoa (or a coffee, man i'm craving coffee rn (no i didn't drink two cups just an hour ago)) And have a cozy falll <333

Chills went through Changbins body as he walked on the little side path, the wind seeping into his bones. When he was looking around he saw all the trees, leaves being brown, seemingly lifeless. Just like he felt. And the weather wasn’t the best for a walk either. The sky was grey. Heavy, dark clouds hovering above changbins head. With some luck he could make it home before it would start to rain. He wrapped his jacket around himself a bit tighter, watching his breath come out in little white clouds.

People were passing by, leaves were falling down, and everyone seemed to be distracted from the coldness. But changbin could never ignore it. The heavy, cold air, and his frozen hands were only a sharp reminder to you, and California. Yes, while he was here, freezing in the streets of seoul, you were in the oh so beautiful california.  When he only was thinking of the sunshine and the warm breeze there it was shaking him already. But not only the warmth of sunshine was missing for him. It was your warm hand in his. Your sunny, comforting presence next to him, that made every single day seem less cold. But what could he do? He couldn’t just fly over to california, all his responsibilites were laying on him heavily, and with the comeback album and the upcoming tour he could never leave the boys alone. And even if he’d come, would it change something between you?

But he also couldn’t convince you to come back. Not right now. You hated the cold. And probably him too right now. He didn’t even want to think of your last words before you flew off to your beloved hometown L.A.. It didn’t matter now anyway. What mattered was that you left him, here alone on seouls street in the sharp cold. Without you there to warm him, and giggle about how he would blow warm air into his hands he slowly began to despise the cold just as much as you did.

But all he could do about it was to wait. To wait and hope you would come back. Maybe in spring, when it was getting warmer again. Maybe in summer, or maybe just anytime soon. He never entirely understood why you left. When you announced you would, he was apologizing a thousand times, not even knowing what for. He was making even more time for you, if that was somehow possible, since all his free time was already yours. Could he have done more? He didn’t know. And maybe he never would. All you said was that you „needed space“, right after you complained to him about how he was not giving you enough attention. After that, he knew that all that were just excuses for you to leave, altough never entirely admitting it to himself. He didn’t know if space was for you to stay away for a few days or weeks, or just your way of breaking up with him.

The cold was getting suffocating, and it felt as if it only added to his heavy, anxious thoughts. There was a little church by the sidewalk. He didn’t think much into it and just went in, hoping the cold would be less intese in there.

He got down to his knees pretending to pray. It just didn’t feel right to use the church only to clear his thoughts or make the cold go away. Especially when a preacher was standing in the front oft he church, a few people listening.

But now, without the walking it only got colder. Until now, Changbin still tried to talk your actions and words good, to somehow romanticize everything, but now, as the  cold seeped not only into his bones, also into his mind, he started to see clear. Your words were an excuse to leave. And nothing more. An excuse to maybe come back, or maybe not. It was all in your own hands, and options were open for you, since you could do your job from everywhere too, and your family would surely like if you’d stay in california. But deep inside he probably knew you weren’t gonna come back. And somewhere in him, he promised himself to let you go, to not wait for you forever, with no idea if you’d come back or not.

But in this moment, he could feel the cold stone under his knees, hear the wind howl around the walls of the little church, and smell the cold autumn. In this moment, all he could do was dream of california, of you. If he was there with you right now, he would be way warmer for sure. But this wasn’t going to happen. And sooner or later he had to accept that. He had to stop with the california dreamin someday…

[lina-linny]

Omggggg

Lino and the "friends? Why are you looking at me like that?" prompt, where he asks reader what they are, and is finally frustrated (and whipped) enough to come clean about his feelings, after some time in their fwb/situationship, or wtv they had going on

Like some angsty (or maybe funny?) thing, with a happy ending obviously, it's all up to you if it's something you're interested in writing :)

Love your works, hope you're doing great love!!

"What are we?"

"Friends?" you answered in a heartbeat.

And maybe your answer had come just a little too fast for his liking; like you were too fucking sure of the fact that the two of you were just friends.

Not even the way your head had tilted as you spoke, or how your tone had come out as more of a questioning one, was enough to convince him you were not entirely sure of your answer either.

Minho remained silent, staring at you intensely enough to let you know with his eyes alone that he was not pleased at all.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked, voice almost like a whisper.

He shrugged, taking his eyes off you and focusing on the door instead — the locked doorknob only seeming oh-so-ironic by then.

"Minho?" you pushed it, following his eyes and growing nervous at the sight of the cynical smile curving up his mouth.

"It's just funny, I guess" he finally replied, eyes fixing back on you. "I'm pretty sure friends don't lock themselves in the bathroom just so they can make out while all their friends are downstairs. I guess I got it all wrong".

"Stop it," you mumbled, grabbing his wrist when he tried to reach for the doorknob. "Are you really mad right now?"

"Should I not?" he raised a questioning eyebrow.

"I don't know, I..." you took a deep breath, not understanding how it all went wrong so fast. "I thought this is what you wanted? We were good like this? No strings attached?"

"Maybe at first, but things have changed now" he stated, looking into your eyes for some kind of confirmation. "Am I really the only one who feels that everything's changed between us?"

He wasn't. So, you let him know by lowering your head.

It had all started with a drunken kiss that later turned into more, but neither of you were stupid enough not to realise that the alcohol intoxicating your systems had only given you the little push you needed to do what you both had wanted to for a good while by then.

So, the next time it happened, neither of you needed to use alcohol as an excuse. And after that it just kept happening — over and over, like it was the most natural of things between you two.

You had never sat down to discuss the grounds of whatever this new dynamic of yours was. You were just friends who enjoyed the intimacy of each other's bodies, and you were okay with it so far. Your friendship didn't have to change because of it.

But it did.

Before you could even tell, it did; and you both were left feeling like the kisses you shared and the touches that made you come undone in a matter of minutes, meant something deeper than just two friends having fun together.

It was unspoken, but there had been a switch in your relationship; and although neither of you had been brave enough to bring it up —until now—, you both had welcomed it with open arms.

"Are we really just friends?" He asked.

You laughed under your breath, weakly. Still too stunned by the sudden question.

"What's so funny?" He frowned.

"Nothing," you shook your head, looking up to meet his eyes. "I just, never thought you'd care about labels".

"Well, obviously I'd care when Chan is trying to set you up with one of his friends".

That's when it hit you, why he had dragged you upstairs only a couple of minutes after the whole 'dating' topic was discussed — crashing his mouth against yours the moment the door was closed and cornering you against the sink, where he would later sit you down on.

Most importantly, however, it hit you why the question that was looking to define your relationship had so smoothly ran past his lips.

Smiling, you took a hold of his wrists, pulling him closer and placing them on your waist, before your arms snaked around his neck.

"So this is just you wanting to have some kind of claim on me?"

"I wouldn't call it a claim on you," he disagreed, softly caressing your sides with his thumbs out of utter habit. "Just, don't want you to go out with other people".

"Just say you fell for me and go" you smirked.

"Shut up..." he sighed, gently letting his forehead rest on yours. "But you're mine, though".

You could hardly hold back a squeal at the sound of those words abandoning his mouth, but you somehow managed to by biting your lip and shaking your head in defeat as a wide smile tried to break through. "Didn't you just answer your own question now?"

"Nope, I just said you're mine" he pulled you closer, tightening his hold on your waist. "Still don't know what we are".

You sighed, lovingly this time. It almost felt like a dream, where you got what you had wanted all along. Almost too surreal to believe this was reality.

"All of this because Channie vaguely mentioned setting me up with one of his mates?" You couldn't help but incredulously let out.

"Yes, now give me a proper answer".

"Why don't you take me out on a date first?" you proposed. "You know, like, a proper boyfriend and girlfriend date?"

You could see the way he beamed at the mention of said labels; he did not try to hide it at all. "And then I'll have my answer?"

You smiled, tenderly brushing your lips against his. "And then you'll have your answer".

Laughing under his breath as his hands cupped your face and his thumb traced your bottom lip, he whispered a small 'okay' before he closed the gap between your mouths.

Just like that, closing the deal.

"And you better not hit me with the friends bullshit again, becau—"

You shut him up with another kiss. One that would last longer, and that was enough for him to know you would never try to deny the obvious feelings between the two of you again.

[lina-linny]

Hyunjin x reader

comfort ♡ the reader is exhausted but keeps telling hyunjin that she is fine, untile she faints.

warnings: nothing, hyunjin being a drama queen

for @hannamoon143

You were running on fumes. Lately, it felt like the world was spinning a little too fast, the weight of everything pressing down hard. But you kept it hidden, pasting on a smile and giving Hyunjin a reassuring nod whenever he asked if you were okay. He could be a little too intuitive sometimes, and you didn’t want him to worry about you. After all, he had his own busy schedule, his own pressures.

Tonight, though, you felt especially drained. It was as if the air around you was too thick to breathe, and no matter how hard you tried, the tightness in your chest wouldn’t let up.

Hyunjin appeared in the doorway, tilting his head as he watched you with that curious, concerned look he’d been wearing so often lately. “Are you… sure you’re okay, Y/N?” His voice was soft, but you could hear the edge of worry underneath.

“Of course,” you said quickly, flashing him a smile you hoped looked convincing. “I’m just… tired. It’s been a long day.”

He raised an eyebrow, folding his arms. “You’ve said that every day this week.”

“I know. I just… I’ll be fine,” you said, waving a hand as if to brush it all away. But the wave of dizziness that hit you just then made you grip the edge of the table for balance.

Hyunjin’s eyes narrowed. “Are you sure?” He took a step closer. “Because I know when you’re not telling me something. What’s going on?”

You let out a shaky breath, giving a small, helpless shrug. “I just… I don’t want you to worry.”

His gaze softened, but his tone was firm. “Too late for that, babe. I’m already worried.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the world around you started to blur, the edges of your vision going dark. Before you could stop it, everything went black.

When you opened your eyes, you found yourself lying on the couch, with Hyunjin’s face hovering above you, wide-eyed with panic.

“Oh my God, you’re awake! Are you okay? Are you breathing? Do I need to call an ambulance?” he exclaimed, his voice high with worry as he waved his hands dramatically.

“Hyunjin…” you murmured, struggling to sit up, but he immediately held you down.

“No, stay down! You fainted! Like, actually fainted!” His voice was a mix of alarm and pure distress. “Do you know how terrifying that was? One second you were standing, and the next, you were just… gone!” He clutched his chest, taking in a deep breath as if he’d barely survived the ordeal.

You managed a weak smile. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Scare me?” He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head in disbelief. “You think fainting right in front of me doesn’t scare me? You could’ve hit your head! Or… or… worse!” His eyes widened even further. “Do you want some water? Or a blanket? Or an entire medical team?!”

“Hyunjin,” you laughed softly, though you could feel your heart racing a bit from the embarrassment. “I just… I think I just pushed myself a little too hard.”

“A little?” he echoed, sounding incredulous. “Babe, this isn’t just ‘a little too hard.’” His voice softened, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand as he held it tightly. “You should’ve told me.”

“I didn’t want you to worry about me,” you admitted, looking down. “You’re already so busy, and I thought I could handle it.”

He let out a frustrated sigh, lifting your chin so you’d meet his eyes. “Listen, I don’t care how busy I am. If you need me, I’m here. Always.”

You looked away, feeling the emotions rising up, but he cupped your face, pulling your gaze back to him. “Hey,” he said gently. “I mean it. You’re my person, okay? You don’t have to do this alone. I wish you’d tell me what’s going on. Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together.”

You bit your lip, finally letting the tears slip down your cheeks. “I just… I feel like I’m failing, Hyunjin. I’m exhausted all the time, and it feels like I’m always one step behind. No matter how much I do, it’s never enough.”

He listened, his expression softening as he leaned closer, brushing a tear off your cheek with his thumb. “Oh, Y/N… why didn’t you tell me you felt this way?” His voice was a gentle whisper. “You’re not failing. You’re doing so much, and you’re amazing at everything you do. Don’t let yourself forget that.”

You shook your head, a soft laugh escaping despite your tears. “You’re just saying that because you’re my boyfriend.”

He shook his head emphatically. “No, I’m saying that because it’s true! I see you work so hard, and I see how much you care about everything you do. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”

“I just feel like it’s not enough. Like… if I don’t keep pushing myself, I’ll fall behind,” you confessed, voice barely above a whisper.

He pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around you as he rested his chin on your head. “Then lean on me. You don’t have to do everything on your own. Just… let me be here for you.”

You stayed like that for a while, Hyunjin holding you as the weight of your worries seemed to melt away. His hand stroked gently down your back, and he hummed a quiet tune, one you recognized from his playlist.

After a moment, he pulled back slightly, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Alright, new plan: tonight, you’re doing absolutely nothing. I’ll take care of everything, and you’re going to relax.”

“But—”

“Nope. No ‘buts.’” He raised a finger to his lips, signaling you to stay quiet. “Doctor’s orders,” he said, puffing out his chest and winking.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his theatrics, even as he threw a dramatic hand to his forehead. “In fact, I’m not sure I can leave you alone. What if you faint again? I’d never recover!”

You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “Fine. I’ll rest… if it’ll make you feel better.”

He nodded, looking relieved. “Good. But I’m not leaving you alone tonight. You’re stuck with me.” He gave you a playful nudge and then got up, grabbing his phone. “Let’s see… I’m thinking snacks, movies, and maybe an emergency blanket fort. You’ll thank me later.”

With a sigh, you gave in, feeling lighter already. As he bustled around, grabbing pillows and snacks, you watched him, your heart swelling with gratitude. He might be a bit of a drama queen, but he cared for you in ways that made every worry seem smaller.

Hyunjin returned, arms full of snacks, a mischievous smile on his face. “Now, the real question is: cheesy romance movie or hilarious rom-com?”

You laughed, feeling a genuine smile spread across your face. “You pick.”

He settled beside you, putting an arm around your shoulders. “Rom-com it is. And hey, if you start feeling overwhelmed again… you come to me, alright?”

You nodded, leaning into his side as the movie began. “Thank you, Hyunjin. For everything.”

He squeezed your hand, resting his head against yours. “Always, Y/N. I’ll always be here.”

In that moment, you felt lighter than you had in weeks, wrapped in the warmth of Hyunjin’s presence and knowing that, no matter what, he was by your side. And as the night wore on, filled with his laughter and comforting touch, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you didn’t have to face the world alone.

[lina-linny]

"𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬"

𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝐤

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞

Jeongin is seated comfortably on the floor between Y/N's legs, his back resting against the couch where she’s perched. He’s got a relaxed, easy smile on his face, his attention flickering between the TV and the gentle, rhythmic movement of Y/N's fingers in his hair. She’s absentmindedly playing with his soft strands, twisting them into little braids and occasionally running her fingers through them to undo the twists, only to start again.

Her nails lightly scrape against his scalp, making Jeongin let out a soft sigh, his body leaning even further into her touch. It’s such a natural, comfortable gesture, and to anyone who didn’t know better, it would seem like they were a couple lost in their own little world.

From the other side of the room, Seungmin raises an eyebrow at the sight. He’s sprawled out on the floor, leaning on one elbow, and after a moment of watching them, he smirks.

“You two are ridiculous, you know that, right?” Seungmin comments, breaking the silence. His tone is casual, but there’s a teasing edge to it. The rest of the group’s attention shifts to Jeongin and Y/N, who both look up at the sudden remark.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asks innocently, still threading her fingers through Jeongin’s hair, though there’s a knowing smile tugging at her lips. She’s heard this kind of teasing countless times before.

“I mean,” Seungmin says, sitting up now and gesturing toward the two of them, “look at you guys. Are you really going to keep pretending you’re just best friends when you act like this all the time?”

Jeongin’s eyes flutter open, and he glances over at Seungmin, his expression calm but amused. “We are just best friends,” he says with a shrug, though the smile on his face shows that even he’s not fully convinced by his own words.

Y/N lets out a soft laugh and continues braiding a small section of Jeongin’s hair. “Exactly,” she chimes in, her voice light and teasing. “What’s wrong with a little hair braiding between friends?”

“You guys are unbelievable,” Hyunjin says from where he’s lounging against the armrest of the couch, shaking his head with a grin. “Do you even realize how couple-y you look right now?”

Jeongin’s head tilts back slightly, his neck resting against Y/N's knee as he looks up at her with an exaggeratedly innocent expression. “Do we?” he asks with mock surprise, playing along with the teasing. His eyes sparkle with mischief, and Y/N rolls her eyes in response, though she’s smiling, clearly enjoying the playful banter.

“Uh, yeah,” Felix adds from his spot on the floor, pointing at them with a wide grin. “It’s like watching one of those cheesy dramas where the two main characters are oblivious to their feelings for each other.”

Jeongin lets out a soft chuckle and shrugs again, clearly unfazed by the teasing. “We’re just comfortable with each other. What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal,” Seungmin says with a smirk, “is that you’re basically an unofficial couple at this point. You just haven’t realized it yet.”

At this, Y/N pauses for a second, her fingers stilling in Jeongin’s hair as her eyes flicker to his, catching his gaze. There’s a split-second of something—something unspoken, something warm, and maybe a little bit uncertain—that passes between them. But just as quickly as it appears, it’s gone, and Y/N playfully flicks the back of Jeongin’s head.

“Don’t let it get to your head, Jeongin,” she teases, though there’s a hint of softness in her tone that doesn’t go unnoticed by their friends. “They’re just trying to mess with us.”

Jeongin grins and reaches up to gently tug at one of the braids she’s made. “Mess with us? Nah, they’re just jealous of how good you are at playing with my hair,” he says, his tone light and playful.

“That, or we just love making fun of how whipped you are,” Hyunjin adds, winking at Y/N. The others laugh, but the playful energy in the room shifts slightly as Y/N's cheeks flush a little at the comment, and she instinctively starts running her fingers through Jeongin’s hair again, avoiding the others’ teasing gazes.

Felix leans forward, his eyes narrowing mischievously. “So, if you’re just best friends,” he starts, leaning into the conversation, “would either of you care to explain why you guys hold hands when you think no one’s looking?”

Y/N's eyes widen, and she lets out a surprised laugh. “What? We do not!” she protests, though there’s a slight wobble in her voice that betrays her.

Jeongin, however, smirks at the comment, clearly unfazed. “Oh, we definitely do,” he says casually, his tone so nonchalant it takes Y/N by surprise. He looks up at her with a playful grin, his eyes twinkling. “Come on, Y/N. You’re not going to deny it, are you?”

She narrows her eyes at him, but she’s still smiling. “You’re the worst,” she mutters under her breath, but there’s no real bite to her words.

The room explodes into laughter at this, and Y/N feels her cheeks burn with warmth. She glances down at Jeongin, and he’s grinning up at her, clearly enjoying the way the teasing has shifted in his favor. But there’s something about the way he’s looking at her that makes her heart skip a beat—something soft and familiar, yet new at the same time.

Before she can say anything more, Seungmin pipes up again, unable to resist adding one last teasing comment. “Face it, you two. You’re already halfway to dating, and everyone knows it but you.”

Y/N shakes her head, trying to brush off the comment with a laugh, but the words linger in her mind. She glances down at Jeongin, who’s now resting his head against her leg, his eyes closed once more as her fingers resume their gentle movements in his hair.

And for just a moment, as the laughter dies down and the conversation shifts to something else, she wonders—just for a moment—if maybe, just maybe, their friends aren’t entirely wrong.

Maybe there’s more to their friendship than she’s ready to admit.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

tags: @estella-novella

[lina-linny]

summary: you're spending Halloween with your brothers best friend jisung. But maybe your heart isn't just beating so fast because you're scared.

genre: fluff, Halloween special, brothers best friend au

words: 1,8k + one fake text

For as long as she could remember, she had spent every Halloween the same way. Snuggled up with sweets and snacks between her brother and his best friend watching horror movies.

When they were younger, the three of them would all dress up in scary costumes and wander around the houses hoping for sweet rewards from their neighbors. Later in the evening, they would eat their prey together. But at some point they had become too old for this ritual. And while other teenagers began to go to boisterous Halloween parties, a new tradition developed between the three friends. From then on, they got together to watch horror movies, eat snacks until they felt sick and build a pillow camp where they all spent the night.

And even when they grew up and all lived their separate lives, they never once broke their tradition. They had always made room between hectic business meetings and looming deathlines to spend a relaxing Halloween evening together.

But something had changed this year. Minho had a girlfriend and of course yn and jisung had moved straight to second place, yn thought bitterly as she stared at her brother's last-minute text message explaining that he wanted to spend Halloween with his girlfriend this year. Suddenly he didn't care that they had to spend their Halloween alone, yn thought, wrapping herself up in her blanket and suppressing the tears that were about to run down her cheeks.

It might sound silly, but this Halloween tradition had meant everything to yn and this year she needed it the most. The last few weeks had been stressful and draining and all the time the thought of the upcoming Halloween celebration had kept her going.

Yn was startled out of her thoughts when her phone vibrated next to her. Exhausted, Yn lifted her head to see who had texted her, only to be startled out of her blanket nest. Her phone display showed that she had received a message from Jisung. Her brother's best friend, who always managed to get her pulse racing. With a red head and a pounding heart, she opened the message

Yn hastily jumped out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Her hands were shaking as she began to apply a little make-up and fix her hair. She had missed Jisung too, oh she had missed him incredibly.

Ever since they were kids, yn had always had a soft spot for her brother's friend. He was the only one she shared her cuddles or sweets with. When they became teenagers, she started putting on her prettiest clothes when she heard that jisung was coming over to hang out with Minho. All in the hope that one day he would see her as more than Minho's little sister.

After she finished in the bathroom, she sat down on the couch and nervously waited for her visitor. She was twirling the drawstring of her oversized hoodie between her fingers when she heard the knock on her apartment door. When she opened it, she looked directly into Jisung's nervous face and had to smile hesitantly. She stepped aside to let him in. He came in and it looked like he was going to take off his shoes but suddenly he turned to face her a little awkwardly and pulled yn into an awkward hug. She stumbled forward into his arms. he let go of her after two seconds and looked down at the floor embarrassed.

"Sorry, I just really missed you." He mumbled and yn's heart melted. As she felt her cheeks start to burn, she wondered how anyone could be so cute. She gently nudged the still embarrassed Jisung in the side.

"I missed you too." The two looked into each other's eyes and there was silence for a moment.

"come on, i've got marshmallows and jelly's in the kitchen that we need to eat." yn laughed and jisung beamed at her enthusiastically. He hastily slipped off his shoes and ran into the kitchen to reserve the best sweets. Yn trudged after him and together they dragged the mountains of sweets into Yn's living room.

Yn made a bed of cushions and blankets on the large sofa, where she was almost invisible and jisung laughed at the sight of her but snuggled up to her in the mountain of fluffy cushions and warm blankets without hesitation.

Yn reached for the remote to choose a horror movie suitable for the evening, but Jisung thwarted her plans.

"Yn-aaaaah may I choose the movie? Please, please, please." He whined and looked at her with his best puppy eyes. He just wanted to get yn to let him choose the movie. He achieved this with ease, but her heart also started beating unnaturally fast.

Jisung squealed enthusiastically when she pushed the remote to him and immediately began to browse through the various movies until he found one that appealed to him. He pressed play and while the movie started, the two of them immediately began to stuff themselves with the snacks provided.

The movie slowly picked up. More and more jump scares and disturbing scenes were shown, which made Jisung flinch. Frightened, he cuddled up to yn, clung to her arm and laid his head on her chest, hoping to get some of her peace and quiet. Soch yn was anything but calm. Her heart was beating hard and fast against her ribcage and she played nervously with her hands. But her condition couldn't have less to do with the horror movie.

Jisung, who had of course felt her loud heartbeat, raised his head in confusion and looked at yn.

"Hey, are you all right? Normally you're never afraid of horror movies. Actually, you always laugh at me and Minho when we get scared." This snapped yn out of her trance and she looked at him nervously.

"What do you mean? I'm not scared." Jisung tilted his head in confusion.

"But your heart is beating so fast." he said and placed his hand on yn's rapidly beating heart as if to prove a point. She turned bright red in response to his gesture and avoided eye contact with her brother's best friend, who was the real reason for her increased heart rate. Jisung sat up and grinned, ready to tease her shamelessly.

"Oh my god you're scared! If Minho finds out, he'll never let you forget it. How many times have you laughed at us for being scared of jump scares? And now you're scared of this movie? It's almost harmless compared to the movies we've already watched together." He laughed, but his cheerful getease died when he saw that yn neither smiled nor tried to defend herself against his joking attacks. Instead, she avoided his gaze and chewed nervously on her lower lip. He looked at her worriedly.

"Yn are you afraid of the movie at all?" he asked quietly and hesitantly. Yn remained silent, but shook her head almost imperceptibly.

"Then what's going on? Why are you so nervous yn-ie?" Her cheeks burned and she desperately tried to escape from the couch. She untangled her body from the many covers and stood up to put some distance between herself and Jisung, but he didn't even think about letting her go. His hand quickly moved forward and carefully clasped her wrist. Awkwardly, yn stumbled through the sudden resistance his grip caused and plopped right on top of him. Her hands which caught her kept their faces from being pressed together. They both stared at each other, perplexed, but Jisung realized his chance and turned so that yn was under him. He held his body above her, pressing his hands into the couch next to her head, their faces only a few centimeters apart. Yn looked at him in shock, desperately searching for a way out of this awkward situation.

"Why was your heart beating so fast?" jisung asked out of a spontaneous boost of confidence. Yn squirmed beneath him. She wanted nothing more than to forget the whole winfach but she also knew that jisung wouldn't let her go so easily.

"You make me nervous. Well, because I like you." she whispered and it was all Jisung needed. He immediately joined their lips in a devoted kiss, which took yn quite by surprise. But when she regained her composure, she moved her lips in unison with his. Was she in heaven?

But their little paradise was disturbed by a loud jump scare from the TV, which made them both flinch. They looked into each other's eyes and started giggling. Jisung let go of yn and climbed back to his original position and yn straightened up too. The second she sat down properly again, Jisung clung to her and she giggled. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and breathed in her soothing scent.

"I like you too yn-ie. Very much so." he whispered, making her melt inside. She put her arms around him and he snuggled even closer to her body.

"Well, in that case, what do you think about a date? I wanted to show you the record store I discovered the other day." yn whispered into his hairline, making him giggle.

"Sounds fantastic." he murmured, just before he pressed a second, this time brief but loving, kiss to her lips.

They continued to watch the movie in silence, occasionally jisung flinched in shock and snuggled closer to his girlfriend, who couldn't help but grin.

"What if Minho finds out that we're together?" yn asked out of nowhere and Jisung had to giggle.

"I think he'll be happy for us."

"Why are you so sure?" yn asked skeptically and jisung embarrassedly buried his face in her hoodie.

"Well... I've cried to him so many times about how a mysterious girl I'm madly in love with won't return my feelings and this girl happened to behave just like you..." he laughed.

"So I think he already suspects it anyway. To be honest, I think he was so annoyed by my whining that he canceled today so that we could hopefully pull ourselves together and talk about our feelings." Yn had to giggle.

"Ji, has anyone ever told you how cute you are." She gave him a little kiss on the cheek, causing Jisung's face to turn pink. They both giggled and could hardly believe their happiness. At last, what they had been waiting for years had become a reality.

[lina-linny]

Who the skz members would be in spy x family

Note: why did i just find out that Han jisung cosplayed Anja?! But anyway... i took that as a sign to do a stray kids collaboration with my favourite anime/manga.

So chan IS Loid. We don't even need to discuss that! Chan would probably be a bit more loving and would never put anya under pressure, but I think the role suits him perfectly. The family father who is constantly stressed out because of too much workload and who never sleeps.

Sylvia Sherwood (redheaded spy) = minho, Sylvia is always calm, cool and always keeps an eye on the plan but at the same time she cares about her agents and the people around her. It's hard for her to show this but she only wants the best for e.g. Loid and shows this in a subtle way like Minho

Changbini is definitely Bond. He may look a bit scary at times but in real life he's a sweet little dogi who just wants cuddles.

Hyunjin is the fashion-conscious Becky who likes to go shopping at the weekend, is a hopeless romantic and always has an open ear for gossip. Try to convince me of something else!

Jisung: Frankie... I'm just saying "jeogiyo noona hokshi namjachingu isseoyo" so if someone tells me Jisung doesn't give Frankie vibes sometimes (Loid's best friend who always has drama because he wants to impress some women who end up having a boyfriend) then I don't know.

Felix is a little angel who always cares about others, just like Yor. However, they both sometimes underestimate themselves and are generally a bit insecure. And don't even get me started on their shared cooking skills... (why does Felix manage to bake the most delicious brownies and sets half the kitchen on fire with every other recipe?)

Swungmin is very ambitious and has always good grades just like Damian Seungmin is Jeongin's biggest bully, but deep down he thinks Inie is just as cute as everyone else and just wants to eat him!

Oh baby Jeongin is 100% anya. The one time he had pink hair he even looked like her! He's a cute little student who is loved by everyone but is constantly on the verge of failing and getting one bad grade after another.

[lina-linny]

Can we talk about the fact that i forced my bestie to stan skz and now we have whole conversations with felix memes... 😂

[lina-linny]

♡ Stick together♡

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, a bit angst?

husband! chan x pregnant fem. reader

wordcount: 2,1k

warnings: silly fluffy fluff stuff, crying, injury, blood, pregnancy (obviously),

a/n: Hii, hope yall like this. Now i will concentrate on doing a upcoming fall series, that will soon be announced. Have a great day<33 enjoy

not proofread

Could this day be possibly worse? Besides the fact that the morning nausea took over you, your boss also yelled at you for getting a sentence at your presentation wrong.All day long you had to smile and be polite, when your mood dropped with every moody person that you had to deal with. All you wanted now was to come home, eat something and snuggle up on the couch with chan. But since he was for sure working late, a drama would have to take his place.

Finally you reached your house, going in. You and chans daughter haneuls babysitter was standing at the door, slipping her shoes on.„Hey y/n, haneul is sleeping, she ate dinner and brushed her teeth after showering, so everything should be done.“

You smiled at the young woman, thanking her and saying goodbye She was haneuls babysitter for already a year, and never made problems. And since haneul liked her too, it was a win win situation. So now, she was leaving, and you quietly put your coat on the stove, and then went into the kitchen. Maybe you could make some ramen and then watch a drama. You looked at the clock. It was still going to be a while until your husband would come home. You sighed and started cooking your ramen.

Unfortunately you burned your hand by accidentally spilling the hot water onto it. Seriously? You cursed under your breath, rinsing it with cold water. It felt like everything that could possibly go wrong today was going wrong. You know it was probably just the hormones that everything riled you up so much today but you didnt care. Tears of frustration pricked at your eyes. You took a deep breath in, and tried to remind yourself that everything was okay.

You took out your favorite bowl out the cuppoard, the one Chan gifted you for your first anniversary. But you should have been more attentive, because in the next moment you slipped. The water that spilled down on the floor when you burned your hand earlier was in small puddles over the floor. You didn’t see it and stepped directly into them. Nothing happened to you, you managed to catch the edge of the kitchencounter, so you remained standing, but the bowl fell to the ground, and burst into too many pieces to count.

You stared down at the mess, the loud noise and sharp ceramic pieses everywhere had startled you, and you tried to supress the fact that you just ruined your favorite bowl. The bowl chan gifted you. With trembling hands you crouched down to the floor, trying to collect the pieces, but then you accidentaly cut yourself with one. It left a burning, sharp pain. You quickly let the pieces fall, yelping at the feeling. Soon the small line got covered in red.

It was too much. You couldn’t hold it together anymore. You slid down to the floor with your back to the kitchen counter, your throat tightening. Hot tears were running down your cheeks. This, everything was frustrating you so much. You were pretty sure it was mostly because of the hormones of the pregnancy. But that also didn’t stop you from feeling like this.  Helpless you wiped the blood of your hand with the hem of your shirt. Quiet sobs were escaping your mouth. You felt gross, a suffocating feeling in your stomach when you looked at the blood. You felt pathetic when you thought of the fact that you were sitting, crying on the kitchen floor

You should clean up, care fort he injury and just go eat, but something stopped you. You just remained on the floor, crying helplessly.

That was until you suddenly saw tiny legs standing in front of you. Your head perked up and you were surpised to see haneul standing there. Immediately you wiped the tears away, and put a small smile on.

„Hey, i thought you were already sleeping sweetie?“

She just looked at you, her eyes darting from your face, to the mess around you, and then to your bloody knuckle.

„What happened mommy?“ she asked, her gaze still looking around.

„Nothing sweetie, i just let the bowl fall, it’s okay, i’ll clean it up. Just go back to bed alright?“

She seemed to be thinking for a moment and then slowly shook her head.

„But you are hurt, and there is water from your eyes on your face.“

You could have almost laughed at her description of your tears. Then before you could say anything, she added:

„Is daddy home?“

The question caught you a bit off guard but you just shook your head at it.

„Really hannie, i promise i’m okay, you can go back to sleep. And you don’t have to tell daddy okay?“

She continued simply looking at you, her little brain seemingly thinking through her options. Without another words she tapped away, so you thought she finally was going back to bed.

But haneul didn’t even think about doing that, stubborn like she is, just like her father. She quietly tapped to the wardrobe, taking your phone out your coat.. She was proud she remembered your code from the one time when she looked over your shoulder. She searched for chan’s contact. She didn’t learn how to read yet, but when she saw the picture of her father she knew it was his contact. She tapped the call icon and put the phone to her ear. After a few ringings chan picked up, and haneul got excited when she heard her dad’s voice. You usually never let her call him while he is at work.

„Hey y/nnie, Whats up?“

„It’s me daddy!“ haneul happily cheered into the speaker.

„oh hi hannie, what’s up, do you need something? Shouldn’t you be sleeping?“ he sounded a bit concerned, not entirely sure why his little daughter would phone him at 8:30 p.m. when she should be asleep already.

Haneul ignored her dads scolding about being asleep and instead came to her point immediately.

„Mommy is crying in the kitchen right now, and her hand is red and everywhere around here are sharp pieces of the bowl she loves so much. Mommy said she is alright and i should not tell you, but you always tell me family sticks together, in good and in bad, so i had to call you right?“ The little girl nervously rambled, not sure if it was right that she called her dad.

Chan’s heart swelled a bit at her words that he had said so often before. Truly you and him raised a kind little girl. But then he quickly remembered the rest of her words, and got concerened again.

„Yes it was good you called me, i’m proud of you. But why is her hand red hannie? Do you mean she is bleeding?“

Haneul agreed and then chan was quick to tell her he would be there in ten minutes.

He took his things as fast as he could, leaving the studio. When his pregnant wife was sitting on the kitchen floor, bleeding and crying, something was not right, and he would not sit at work any minute longer.

As chan got home, haneul was sitting by the door, playing with a plushie. As she heard the door open she immediately jumped up.

„Come on daddy, i don’t think mommy has moved since i called you.“

Chan took his jacket and shoes off, haneul pulling at his sleeve. Then he went into the kitchen, taking haneul into his arms, so she wouldn’t get hurt by the sharp pieces of the bowl.

As you heard footsteps approaching you raised your head from your knees that you had tightly pulled up, only to see chan, looking at you with your daughter in his arms. He quickly sat her down on the counter and crouched down next to you, careful not to step onto the sharp things.

„y/nnie, baby what happened?“ he asked, his hand stroking some half dried tears away.

„I-i was just so…the bowl, it fell and… the whole day, it was so… and i got overwhelmed and it’s just-“ you stuttered, looking at him with glossy eyes.

He looked at you once more, taking in your tear streaked, exhausted face, the injured hand, the other one at your belly in a loving, protecting motion. It was clear that your day must have been tiring and you were exhausted and overwhelmed. His eyes softened and he didn’t hesitate, standing up and scooping you into his arms. Neither of you said something, and haneul just watched. Gently, chan carried you to the couch in the living room, laying you down. He told haneul to get you a blanket, and he was getting stuff to treat your injuries.The little girl brought you a fluffy blanket, and she tossed it messily over you, cuddling into your side herself. You wrapped an arm around her. Then chan came back with a bunch of bandage stuff. He wiped the blood of your hand, then desinfected it, at wich you hissed, and he mumbled soothing apologies. At the end he gently wrapped a bandage around your hand.  

„Does it feel better?“ Haneul asked, inspecting your hand now. She took your bandaged knuckles in her own tiny hand, and placed a little kiss on it. Your heart swelled at the motion and you nodded, tenderly stroking her head.

„Good because, you also always do that and it makes every ouch better.“ She explained with wild hand gestures.

Chan watched the scene. He felt such love and admiration for both his girls, and the little boy that didn’t even know him yet too.

„I’ll go clean up in the kitchen alright love?“ He softly said, kissing you on your forehead.

„Oh about that… It was the bowl you gifted me for our first anniversary.“ You said, the smile disappearing from your face again.

„Hey, i knew it meant a lot to you, but it’s alright hm? I can gift you a thousand more, if that would make you happy.“ He said with a smile, and then he stood up, going into the kitchen. You looked after him. How was this perfect loving man your husband?

You looked down at haneul, stroking her head. „Why did you even call your dad hannie?“

She gazed up at you, snuggling to you even more. „Daddy always says that family is always there for each other, if we are happy and laughing, but also if we are sad and crying.“ She said, proud to know her dad‘s words. Your eyes got shiny again. Just like chan before, you were so proud of your kind, little daugther, and that chan and you had the honor to be the parents of haneul.

Suddenly, she raised her head a bit and then laid it to your belly. „Mommy why does your belly feel so weird?“ She asked, sounding confused. It was so cute, you wanted to just hold this memory forever.

„You will get a baby brother haneul.“ You said, holding your breath. You weren’t sure how she would react. For a moment she stared at you, then at your belly, then at your face again. „And he is in there?“ she said, with a shocked face. You started giggling. „Yes he is.“ Haneuls face lit up. „Ohhh, then i’ll be the best big sister he ever had. Can we call him seungmin mommy? Like daddy’s dog friend! Or maybe doongie, like the cat from uncle minho!“  You laughed at her random name reccomendations. You were glad she was so excited.

Chan was done cleaning the kitchen so he was coming back, watching the heartwarming scene in front of him with a fond smile on his face. He walked over to you two again and sat down next to you on the couch. With a smile you cuddled up in his arms, him brushing his fingers through your hair in a tender motion. You continued holding haneul, all three of you snuggled up like this now.

 And haneul? She was holding onto your belly, protecting her little brother from this very first moment on.

This family was all you could ever want. A loving, caring husband, the kindest little daughter, and soon a little baby boy, that was looking exactly like chan, with the name Eunwoo. And as haneul said, you were a family, and family sticks together, in sadness as much as in happiness

a/n: tell me what u think of it<33, im sorry for roasting seungmin a bit :3 Also thanks to my @darqlys for letting me yap about my 100 different ideas, and helping me choose the right things<333

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[lina-linny]

HAN X READER — JEALOUSY

angst, happy ending

synopsis: During Han’s tour, jealousy and misunderstandings strain his relationship with Y/N.

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You curled up in bed, pulling the covers tighter around your shoulders as the concert livestream played on your laptop. The screen glowed with bright lights and the screams of fans, their adoration for Han filling the room. Your heart swelled with pride as he stood on stage, pouring his soul into the performance. He looked electrified, alive in a way only music could make him.

Y/N: Knock ’em dead tonight! I’m so proud of you! I’ll be watching 💜

A second later, his reply came through.

Han: Thanks, babe. Thinking of you. Wish you could be here 😔

You smiled, feeling that pang of missing him mixed with gratitude. Watching him perform was almost enough to fill the space he’d left behind — almost.

The next song started, and you watched with a proud, content smile until something made your heart dip. The camera panned, catching Han as he made his way down the stage, engaging with fans along the barricades. He leaned close, flashing that signature smile that you knew all too well. And then, with one fan near the front row, he took her hand. He lingered, his expression soft as he chatted with her, giving her that devoted look he often gave you. Your stomach tightened.

The minutes stretched on, and you couldn’t shake the hollow feeling that had crept in. You told yourself that it was just fan service, that it was part of his job, but your mind refused to quiet. Why was he lingering so long? Why did it feel like more than just a quick interaction?

Before you could fully process it, your breathing had turned shallow, chest feeling like it was caving in. Panic coiled in your stomach, and your hands trembled as you clutched your phone. You needed to talk to someone, anyone. You thought for a while and after the show, without thinking, you dialed Felix.

The phone barely rang before he answered.

Felix: “Y/N? Hey, what’s up?”

Your voice came out in shaky breaths, words stumbling over each other. “I—I’m sorry to call so late, I just… I’m freaking out.”

Felix: “Hey, hey, slow down. It’s okay, I’m here. What happened?”

You took a deep breath, struggling to find the words. “Han was… he was holding hands with a fan at the concert. I know it’s dumb, but… it just got to me. They looked so close.”

Felix: “Y/N… I get it, I do. You know he loves you, right? He’s just trying to connect with fans.”

Y/N: “I know, but… it hurt, Felix. He looked so… sincere.”

Felix: “I know it’s hard, but he’s doing it for the fans, not to hurt you. Just breathe, okay? You’re allowed to feel this way, but remember, his connection with you is real. You’re the one he calls every night, not anyone else.”

You exhaled shakily, feeling the tension start to ease. “Thanks, Felix. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Felix: “Anytime, Y/N. You don’t have to go through this alone, you know?”

As you hung up, a small part of you felt reassured, yet doubts lingered. But the comfort Felix provided was something to hold on to, at least for tonight.

Hours later, halfway across the world, Han stood in a quiet backstage hallway, trying to clear his head when he overheard his name. He stopped, listening as your voice, faint but unmistakable, carried through the phone. And then he heard Felix’s voice, soft and reassuring, comforting you. It stung — why hadn’t you come to him first?

When he finally got back to his hotel room, he saw your messages but didn’t open them right away. His thoughts swirled with emotions, jealousy the loudest among them. He opened his messages and began typing, fingers moving faster than his mind.

Han: Why did you go to Felix with this?

You replied almost instantly.

Y/N: I had a panic attack, Han. I didn’t know who else to call.

Han: But you could’ve waited. You could’ve… trusted me to handle this.

Y/N: Waited? Han, I needed someone in that moment. You weren’t there, and I was falling apart.

Han: You don’t think it hurts to hear you went to someone else with this?

Y/N: I wasn’t trying to hurt you! I just… I needed someone, and Felix was there.

Han: Well, maybe… maybe it’s better if you just don’t call me while I’m on tour. This is just too much.

Y/N: Han… are you serious right now?

Han: I’ll call you when I can handle this. But please, don’t message me for a while.

The silence that followed felt suffocating. You stared at the screen, disbelief mingling with a deep, piercing pain. With shaking hands, you set your phone down and shut your laptop. The hollow ache turned into an overwhelming emptiness.

Days passed in a blur of missed calls and unread messages. You’d turned off your phone, needing to escape the world that had once felt so full with him in it. Nights blurred into days, loneliness pressing in on you like a weight you couldn’t shake.

Across the world, Han felt every second of your silence, each one heavier than the last. His words replayed in his mind, sharp and unforgiving. He knew he had overreacted, let his jealousy get the best of him, but pride and guilt kept him from reaching out. It was Felix, eventually, who confronted him.

Felix: “You realize what you did, right?”

Han: “Felix, I was upset. I didn’t think—”

Felix: “No, you didn’t think. She called you, desperate, because she needed you. And you told her not to.”

Han ran a hand through his hair, guilt churning in his gut. “I just… I got jealous. She’s close to you, and I…”

Felix: “So you punished her for it. She’s been miserable, Han. Fix this.”

When Han finally gathered the courage, he knew words alone wouldn’t be enough. He wanted to show you how deeply he regretted his actions. He called a florist, ordering 500 roses, each one a silent plea for forgiveness. Alongside them, he sent a letter.

Y/N,

I was wrong. I’m sorry.

I let my own jealousy cloud my judgment and hurt you. You are the most important person in my life, and I can’t bear the thought of pushing you away. No amount of distance can lessen what I feel for you, and I was selfish to let my pride get in the way. Please give me a chance to make this right. I love you, and I’m so sorry for the pain I caused.

Love, Han

When the roses arrived, you stared at them, your heart pounding with a mixture of relief and hesitation. Each petal felt like an apology, each one carrying a whisper of the love you feared was lost.

With trembling fingers, you dialed his number. He answered on the first ring, his voice breathless.

Han: “Y/N…”

The silence stretched, filled with emotions neither of you knew how to express.

Y/N: “I don’t know why you would do that, Han. Why you’d make me feel like… like I didn’t deserve to feel those things. This was the first time I was jealous and I was scared to talk about it. Now I know I can’t do it.”

Han: “ No no no baby, you have to talk about it… I’m so sorry— I know I didn’t react well and I regret every second of it. I was angry… and I didn’t think about what you needed. Only what I felt.”

Y/N: “You really hurt me.”

Han: “I know, and if I could take back those words, I would. I’ll never make you feel that way again, I promise.”

A weight lifted, the ache in your chest easing as you listened to him, his voice full of genuine regret. You felt the love that had always been there, beneath the hurt and distance, waiting for you both to reach it again.

Y/N: “Just… don’t ever do that again. Don’t make me feel like I can’t come to you.”

Han: “I won’t. I swear. I love you, Y/N, and I’ll spend every day showing you that.”

A soft smile crept onto your face as you finally allowed yourself to forgive him. The hurt was real, but so was his love — and so was yours.

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[lina-linny]

Hi, I'm here to make a request because i desperatey seek some comfort lately and since we are moots and i like your writing i thought i ask but feel free to ignore it. 😊

So I thought about the reader having a toxic family and because of that a very low self-esteem and the member (I would prefer Chan or Felix but honestly you can pick whoever you want) finds her crying because of her family and comforts her. And then she is like "Why are you even dating me?" and the member tells her how how much he loves her and how beautiful and kinde, etc. she is.

It's up to you how toxic you want her family to be. please only write what you feel comfortable with.

I just have some trouble with my own family lately. I hope you are better and remember to stay hydrated! 💕

Family...Family?

chan x fem. reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: toxic family, slight cursing, slight injury (just scratches), crying, anxiety

word count: 2,3k

a/n: hey <33 thank you for the request, and i hope it brings you some comfort. sorry that it took so long! and thank u for the kind words. i hope ur family situation is okay, feel free to talk to me. take care and now enjoy<333

not proofread!

You sat on the cold floor, your back facing the wall. Altough you tried your best not to break down, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. Tears ran down your face, followed with pained sobs. You pulled your knees up to your chin, and wrapped your arms around yourself in an attempt for comfort. It didn’t help.

What brought this break down was nothing really new for you. Your family making fun of you, and yelling hurtful words at you was something you always knew. But this time, it was just too much.

When your mother called you just before, you didn’t even want to pick up, but she was your mother right? And she sounded nice and warmhearted at the beginning. You almost didn’t want to believe it. And unfortunately you were right with not believing that forced sweet voice. After the small talk, she got to the point immediately.

Your own mother had the audicity to beg for money from your boyfriend. And she didn’t even have a good reason. It was so your brothers girlfriend wouldn’t leave him. As stupid as it sounded that’s what it was. Your brother was younger than you, and you always tried to think positively, that maybe you were just being unfair, but deep down you exactly knew that he always got better things than you. He went to a expensive private school, and you on a normal one. He got the newest i-phones, headphones and gaming tools, and you had only the old phone from him. He one time destroyed it with purpose, and what did your parents say? They were sure it was an accident and you sure were old enough to pay for your own phone. And the worst was he wasn’t even thankful.

And you don't even want to think about grades. He didn't care at all about school, having the worst grades ever. You? If you got two points less in a test, your parents would call you a failure, and then give you the silent treatment for days. You were just glad you finished school, and didn't have to share anything about university with them.

When you asked your mother for money one time, when you couldn’t afford a bus ticket, such a simple thing, she didn’t give it to you. Saying that you had healthy legs, and your family needed money for more important things. It was always like that.

So now your brother had the fakest girlfriend ever. She always smiled around your parents, and that was everything she needed to do so they would like her. She always begged your brother to buy her things, and he never hesitated to do so. But no, he didn‘t even take his own money. It was your parents‘. It was unbelievable noone saw what big of a gold digger she was. But when you moved out, you stopped trying to tell them that things were unfair, you stopped letting them treat you as if you were just a problem, that they had to tolerate.

And now your mom really had the audicity to want to take advantage of chans career and money. You could almost laugh. She always despised chan, telling you that he was not the one, and that she was sure that he was a cheater and someone that would leave you when he saw the next best girl. That was so rich coming from a woman, that cheated on her husband on a monthly base.

And coming back to the call, of course you said no. And after you said this one word, the bittersweet tone immediately dropped. She said something about what a bad family member you were, not caring for your family, when you had so much money, and your family needed it. When you still said no, she started yelling at you. You hated when she yelled. And when you couldn’t stand it anymore, you told her what of a shitty mother she has always been, and that she was the unfair one. That your whole family was just toxic, and that nothing was okay like this. That it always was like this. And maybe you should have hung up the call then. For a moment it was just silence. Then she let out a bitter,faked sob, before she literally screamed:

„You think we were unfair to you? You always had enough to eat, and a roof over your head. We never were unfair. Your brother is young, and he deserves to have love, so why won’t you help him? You are such a spoiled, little ungrateful brat y/n! I wish i never had you. Your father is stressed out because of your little manners, and your brother has to suffer because of you. And if i would ask you for money for food? I bet you wouldn’t even give us that! But okay, continue being the biggest bad decision of my life, with your spoiled, stupid singer boyfriend. And when he leaves your bitchy ass don’t come and beg for our forgiveness. Have a shitty life y/n, we won’t have contact anymore.“

Then she hung up. Just like this. You always tried to convince yourself, that she had just a bad day, when she was like this. That it was hard to be a mother and a wife. But now you saw it clear. She wasn’t just like this because it was her weird way of caring or something. She just simply despised you. Probably she wouldn’t if you were a boy.

But then her words. Was she right? You were always envious of your brother, and all the things he got, also if you didn’t care as much anymore as you got older. But maybe you were ungratefull. What if chan thought the same and just didn’t leave you because he felt pity for you? Were you a brat without even really knowing it?

You wrapped your arms tighter around yourself, as your tears got only more, and your thoughts continued spiraling. Maybe you should beg her for forgiveness, like you always did. You shouldn’t have yelled at her like this, she was your mother and she was right, she always gave you to eat and a roof over the head. So you were being unfair maybe…

Then slowly, another thought crept up in your mind. Her life would be easier without you. And your brothers and fathers too. Maybe chans and all your friends too. Were you really just a burden? It had to be like this, when the person you knew your whole life said that…right?

You didn’t notice how loud you were sobbing, and how hard you were digging your fingers into your head, tangled in your hair, as if you wanted to just rip the thoughts out of your head. Then the front door of your shared apartment opened. But between your loud thoughts, the sobbing and the slight ringing in your ears you didn’t hear it.

Chan’s day was exhausting, and he was just looking forward to snuggle up on the couch with you. When he got in the apartment he wanted to say that he was home, but a noise immediately caught his attention. Sobs, pained and muffled. His eyes grew wide. Did something happen? He quickly kicked his shoes off and dropped his bag to the floor, and then ran into your shared bedroom. His heart broke when he saw you sitting curled up on the floor, sobbing hard, hands tangled in your hair. He quickly ran over to you, crouching down next to you. „Y/nnie, oh my god is everything alright, are you hurt?“ he spoke with a desperate, concerned voice.

You only noticed his presence now, but you didn’t dare to look up, the words from your mother present in your mind.

Chan got only more scared when you just didn’t look up, and instead gripped your hair tighter. He gently but firmly grabbed your wrists, pulling your hands out your hair. You tried to fight him off, and you started screaming between sobs.

„Let me go, i don’t care, please, i’m not worth it.“

Chan had no idea what you meant. You just tried to scratch him with your nails so he would let go. What was going on? He never ever saw you like this. This wasn’t you. But for sure he wouldn’t let go and let you hurt yourself.

„Y/n, stop scratching me, and i’m for sure not letting go. Just try to calm down, and tell me what is going on right now.“ His voice was stern but unbelievable soft. You still fought him, your nails leaving bright red scratches on his wrists, sobbing violently. Why wasn’t he letting go when you were clearly hurting him? Why wasn’t he getting mad and yelling at you? Why wasn’t he just giving up on you like everyone else when you were like this?

But then he suddenly started gently stroking your head, with one hand, your wrists in his other one. The motion was soft and definitely not violent or madly. You stopped scratching him, and screaming your own horrible thoughts in chans face. You just looked at him now, tears streaming down your face, sobs getting quiet.

He gently smiled.

„See? Everythings alright, no reason to hurt or scream at me my love.“ He slowly released your wrists, continuing brushing over your hair soothingly.

You were confused. How was he smiling in this situation. How could he still touch you so lovingly when you just screamed in his face and hurt him? When you looked at his wrists you felt guilty.

Chan saw your body slump as you calmed down, now only silent tears rolling over your cheeks anymore.

He just looked at you, giving you time to calm down. He then slowly wrapped his arms around you, stroking your back.  Your tears were falling onto his hoodie, and you didn’t even really register when he lifted you up the floor, carrying you to the bed. He gently laid you down, and sat down next to you. He waited a bit before he spoke up again.

„Love, i need you to talk to me a bit now okay? I need to know what happened that got you feeling and acting like this, so i can help and comfort you alright? I know this wasn’t you, and i know there has to be a reason why you were breaking down like this. Just know you can tell me everything. Don’t pretend with me love.“

You sat up against the wall a bit, sniffling.

„I’m sorry i hurt you, i don’t know what got into me.“ You mumble, looking at your own hands fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

„I know you are sorry. It’s alright, it doesn’t hurt, it only hurted to see you like this.“

He waits for you to talk again, patiently looking at you.

„It was my mother. She called.“

His eyes softened. He knew that your relationship with your family wasn’t the best, and they weren’t that kind to you.

Then you told him everything, every word your mother said and all your thoughts to it. Your last sentence  hurt him deeper than anything else.

„…How can you even be with someone like me? I’m messed up and ungrateful and just a burden-„

He took your hands in his, looking you in the eyes.

„Y/n L/n, if you ever talk about yourself like this again i will have to worry you actually lost your mind. What your mother said, was horrible. And i want you to understand that all of that is not true. You’ve never been a burden to me, and you never could be. And did you just say you believe your not thankful enough? You y/n? The person who gets excited over the smallest things, the person who was so sweet and grateful when i forgot our anniversary and only gifted you a flower? You never wanted me for my money y/n, and you know that, and i know it too. That was always a big fear of mine, that people would only want me for money, my job and stuff. But you proved me wrong. You always loved me for me. If even, i should be happy you even want to be with me. You are the kindest, funniest and best person i know. And no matter what happens, i will always stay with you, as long as you want it. And i’ll make sure these people will never hurt you again. And you know what? I can be your family. I will always love and support you. And if you fall? Then i’m falling with you. And then we get up again, with the help of each other. Exactly like a family should.“

Tears welled up in your eyes again. But this time they weren’t from sadness and the feeling of not being good enough.

„I can’t tell you how much your words mean to me channie.“ You said, a little smile creeping to your face.

He smiled too and wrapped  his arms around you from the side again, putting his head on your shoulder.  

„That’s the smile i love.“

You wrapped your arms around him too, nuzzling your face into his hair.

„I love my new family.“ you murmured.

„How about we make it official?“ he lifts his head, so he can look into your eyes.

„What do you mean?“ You hold your breath, as you let his words sink in.

„Marry me y/n. I promise to be there for you, no matter what comes.“

For a moment it felt like the whole world stayed still. Did this wonderful man really want to be with you for the rest of his life?

Then a big joyful smile spread across your face, the tear streaks from before seemed as if they were years ago now. The joy literally radiated from you now.

„Yes, channie. Yes i’d love to be your wife.“

[lina-linny]

summary: Minho comes home to his excited bunny hybrit girlfriend.

words: 0,9k

genre: fluff, hybrit au

Minho hung his keys with the cute charms yn had made for him on the pretty key board in the entrance area of the small apartment they shared. Practice had taken longer than he had expected and Minho just wanted to fall into bed.

Thanks to her sensitive ears, the jingling of the keys and the faint sounds from the doorway immediately told yn that her Minho was home. She jumped up enthusiastically and rushed down the small staircase that connected the two floors.

Minho noticed a smile creep onto his face as he watched his bunny rush to him, eager to greet him after a long day.

"Minho!" yn shouted excitedly and threw herself into his arms. He slowly stoke her fluffy had.

Shortly afterwards, she broke away again to proudly tell him what she had been doing all day. The dancer watched with a smile as her foot tapped excitedly on the floor and her ears twitched slightly. While he listened attentively to his bunny rambling on about her day, he ran into the kitchen. On the way, he stowed his backpack in its rightful place and made a detour to the sink to wash his hands. yn who was still talking, sat down on one of the stools placed in the kitchen. After carefully drying his hands on the tea towel, Minho walked over to Yn and squatted down in front of her so that he could look her straight in the eye. Yn's brables came to a standstill and she looked at her partner with wide curious eyes.

"Are you hungry my bunny?" minho asked calmly, providing a stark contrast to the agitated and restless yn. She nodded and stroked her long, floppy ears in embarrassment. Even when she was with him, his calm and determined manner sometimes made her nervous. But on the other hand, he was exactly the calming influence she needed and loved.

Yn gave her lover a quick cheeky kiss on the mouth, which threw Minho slightly off course and made the bunny hybrid giggle. however, he quickly regained his composure and began chopping vegetables for dinner. Yn sat in silence and quietly watched her boyfriend as he whirled around the kitchen as if he had never done anything else.

Yn was in a kind of trance, caught up in the light movements her boyfriend was making, until suddenly her loud stomach growls could be heard in the kitchen. The couple giggled in response and yn's cheeks turned pink as she hid behind her ears, embarrassed. Minho came to her with a smile, gently stroked her hair and carefully moved her ears away from her face. He caressed her cheek with his thumb. The little rabbit cuddled into his touch and obediently opened his mouth when Minho shoved a carrot into her mouth.

"Eat this until the food is ready bunny." he said and then went back to cooking. Minho couldn't help but notice that his bunny was absolutely adoreble as she began to carefully munch and nibble on her carrot. He loved his sweet little hybit more than anything.

In less than 15 minutes, the two of them had plates of food prepared by minho in front of them and were eating in comfortable silence. When yn had finished eating, she rubbed her now full belly and minho had to chuckle. How could his girlfriend be so cute? The little bunny jumped up and began to pick up the used dishes from the table and take them to the kitchen, but she was interrupted by minho, who carefully took the plates from her only to receive a pouty look from yn.

"Let me carry the plates to the kitchen." She pouted and minho had to smile.

"I'll do it princess."

"But I want to help you min..." she complained.

"It's all right, little one. How about you sit on the sofa and pick a movie for tonight while I clean up the kitchen?" Yn's eyes began to shine

"I get to choose the movie?!" she asked excitedly, jumping around as minho said affirmatively. yn immediately dashed to the sofa, threw the coziest blanket over her and curled up with the said blanket to make a little nest. She reached for the remote control and searched through the various shows and movies until she found a movie she wanted to watch with her boyfriend.

She waited patiently until he had finished washing up and cleaning in the kitchen and she could finally start the movie. Minho snuggled up to yn in her self-made blanket nest and the bunny snuggled up to her familiar body. She closed her eyes with pleasure as he began to nuzzle her ear tenderly.

"My sweet bunny." he whispered into her hair and wondered what he had done to deserve her.

[lina-linny]

stray kids au event masterlist

Chan ~ babysitter au

Minho ~ bunny hybrit au

Summary: Minho comes home to his excited bunny hybrit girlfriend.

Changbin ~ Bodyguard au, work romance

Summary: yn is a famous actress and model with an unusually attractive bodyguard. but can he really protect her?

Hyunjin ~ flowershop au

Jisung ~ brothers best friend au, Halloween special

Summary: you're spending Halloween with your brothers best friend jisung. But maybe your heart isn't just beating so fast because you're scared.

Felix ~ baker, neighbors au, christmas special

Summary: What happens when a hot, cute guy moves into the apartment next door and you bond because of your shared passion for baking.

Seungmin ~  baseball au, friendly rivals to lovers

Summary: Baseball was her life. What will YN do if she is suddenly forced to quit due to an injury and what will her best friend and biggest rival say?

Jeongin ~ college au, bad boy x smart girl,

Summary: How do you get a bad boy who always fails to pass his final exams? Quite simply, you promise him a date.

[lina-linny]

SEUNGMIN X READER

a/n: angst, happy ending

Seungmin agrees to prank you with Lee Know and Hyunjin, buy he doesn’t know you suffer of very bad panic attacks.

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Halloween nights had always been exciting for your boyfriend, but you were not quite sure about it. You weren’t a big fan of scary things, but your boyfriend, Seungmin, insisted on watching a horror movie together, making it seem like the perfect cozy night in. He wrapped you in a blanket, your head resting on his shoulder, as the flickering screen lit up the dark room. You trusted him, and having him next to you gave you a sense of security, despite your anxiety about the movie.

You didn’t know what was coming.

Unbeknownst to you, Hyunjin and Lee Know had a plan in mind—a Halloween prank to scare you while you were watching the movie. Seungmin knew about it, and though he was initially hesitant, he eventually agreed, thinking it would be harmless fun. He had no idea how intense your reaction would be.

The movie was creeping toward a particularly terrifying scene, tension building in every corner of the dark room. You clutched Seungmin’s hand tighter, feeling the anxiety rise in your chest. Just as the atmosphere on screen grew ominous, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, followed by loud banging on the door.

Your heart leapt into your throat, and suddenly, Hyunjin and Lee Know burst into the room, wearing terrifying masks, screaming at the top of their lungs.

Your mind blanked. The fear that rushed through your veins overwhelmed you. It wasn’t just a scare—it was real, tangible terror. A deep, uncontrollable panic clawed at your chest, constricting your breathing. You gasped for air but found none, your vision blurring as your body went cold. A wave of dizziness hit you, and you collapsed onto the couch, trembling violently, tears streaming down your face.

Seungmin turned to you, his playful grin disappearing the moment he saw your expression.

“Y/N?” he called, panic in his voice as he reached for you.

But you were already retreating inside yourself, shaking uncontrollably. The fear was too much. Your breath came in ragged, uneven gasps, and before you knew it, you were hyperventilating.

Hyunjin and Lee Know, realizing what had happened, stood frozen in horror.

“Y/N, Y/N! Breathe, please!” Seungmin urged, his voice cracking as he tried to soothe you. But nothing he said could reach you through the thick fog of panic suffocating your mind.

Through the tears blurring your vision, you looked at him, the person you trusted most, and the hurt in your voice cut him to his core.

“You… you knew about this?” you rasped, your voice trembling. “And you agreed with it?!”

The betrayal in your eyes shattered him. Seungmin shook his head, scrambling to explain, but his words felt like they were crumbling in the weight of the moment. “I—I didn’t know you would react like this, Y/N, I swear! I didn’t expect—”

But you weren’t listening. You couldn’t. You couldn’t process anything through the whirlwind of emotions suffocating you.

You shot up from the couch, stumbling toward the bathroom. “I can’t… I need space,” you choked out between sobs, barely able to breathe.

Seungmin stood there, stunned, as the door slammed shut. He wanted to follow you, to fix things, but knew you needed time. He cursed under his breath, turning toward Hyunjin and Lee Know, who were standing there, pale and shaken.

“We didn’t mean for that to happen,” Hyunjin whispered, guilt etched across his face. Lee Know looked just as remorseful, biting his lip as he fidgeted with his fingers.

“I’m sorry,” Seungmin muttered, though the apology felt hollow, useless.

Lee Know nodded quietly. “We should go. We’ll apologize tomorrow,” he said, voice low, before the two of them left, leaving Seungmin alone in the aftermath of their prank.

Seungmin walked to the bathroom door, resting his head against it. “Y/N… I’m so sorry,” he called softly. “I never wanted to hurt you. I’ll sleep on the couch, okay? Please, just… come out whenever you’re ready.”

But the only response he received was silence.

After what felt like an eternity, Seungmin sank down to the floor by the couch, curling into himself. The room was too quiet now, and the guilt in his chest only grew heavier with every minute that passed. He hated himself for going along with the prank, for not understanding how deeply it would affect you.

Time slipped by, and exhaustion weighed down on him. Eventually, sleep overtook him, though it was far from peaceful.

You finally emerged from the bathroom an hour later, your heart still heavy, but your panic subsiding into a dull ache. As you stepped into the dimly lit living room, your eyes softened when you saw Seungmin. He wasn’t on the couch as he’d said he’d be—instead, he was curled up on the floor, his face tucked into his arms.

Your chest tightened, and a flood of emotions hit you. Despite how upset you were, seeing him there, so broken, tugged at your heart. He didn’t mean to hurt you. You knew that. But it still hurt.

You knelt down beside him, gently shaking his shoulder. “Seungmin,” you whispered, your voice soft but hoarse from crying.

He stirred, blinking his eyes open, confusion flashing across his face before it quickly turned to concern. “Y/N… I’m so sorry,” he started immediately, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “I didn’t mean for any of that to happen. I didn’t know it would be that bad. I should’ve never agreed to it, and I—”

You held up your hand, shaking your head. “Seungmin, stop. I know… I know you didn’t mean for it to get that bad. I just… I got scared. I wasn’t expecting it, and it felt like too much.”

“I feel terrible, Y/N,” he admitted, his voice trembling. “I’ll sleep on the couch, I don’t want to—”

You stopped him again, standing up and shaking your head. “No… it’s fine. I just need to sleep.”

Without another word, you climbed into bed, pulling the blankets around yourself. Seungmin sighed softly and, as promised, settled on the couch, his body still heavy with regret.

In the middle of the night, a nightmare ripped you out of sleep. Your body jerked, heart racing again, but this time, it wasn’t from a prank. It was the lingering fear, the residual panic. And as much as you wanted to handle it alone, you couldn’t.

There was only one person who could make it better.

You got out of bed, making your way toward the couch, where Seungmin was sound asleep. You gently shook him awake, and his eyes opened in an instant.

“Y/N?” he asked, still groggy, but concern quickly replacing his confusion.

“I had a nightmare,” you whispered, your voice small and fragile. “I… I need you.”

Seungmin sat up, his heart breaking at how vulnerable you looked. Without hesitation, he opened his arms, and you fell into them, burying your face in his chest. He held you close, gently rubbing your back, whispering soft reassurances.

“I’m here,” he murmured. “I’ll always be here. I’m so sorry for what happened. I should’ve protected you.”

You took a shaky breath, pulling back to look at him. “I was upset because I trusted you, Seungmin. I didn’t expect you to agree to something like that.”

“I know,” he whispered. “I was stupid. I didn’t think. I’ll never do anything like that again. I promise.”

For a long moment, you just looked at him, the sincerity in his eyes breaking through the walls you had built up since the prank. Finally, you nodded, resting your head back against his chest.

“I forgive you,” you whispered, feeling the tension in your chest ease just a little.

Seungmin held you tighter, relief washing over him. “Thank you, Y/N. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

And in that moment, despite everything, you believed him.

[lina-linny]

Chan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Jisung | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

Promt: skz finding out they aren't your favorite idol