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LEE FELIX

After an accident that almost take Yn’s life, Felix start questioning some things.

Genre : angst. Warning : thought of suicide. WC : 1048

Yn and Felix have been together for longer than they can even count.

They’ve known each other forever — first as next-door neighbors, then as best friends, and quickly after that, as a couple.

Right now, she’s lying in bed, naked, after having been with him for several hours.

But it’s different. Something feels different.

To give you some context, Yn moved to Korea to be with him fairly quickly, leaving her life in Australia behind for him.

But there are moments when she feels this emptiness, like there’s just something missing.

And yet, she’s happy with her life — a great job at the hospital, a wonderful boyfriend. But then there are those days.

And then there was the accident. The one where she drowned at sea. But Felix was there. Felix is always there.

He pulled her out of the water, gave her mouth-to-mouth, even performed chest compressions.

But she was pale. She was cold. She wasn’t herself anymore.

And for three long hours, Felix sat in the hospital corridor, terrified of losing the one he loves.

Now, as she lies in his arms, his fingers trailing along her bare skin, something is different. And she can feel it.

“Why are you making that face? You’re not supposed to make that face after sex…” she simply says.

Felix sighs, his gaze drifting to an invisible spot on the wall. “I just don’t get it… how did you manage to drown when you’re such a good swimmer…?”

Yn stays silent, saying nothing as she sits up slightly, her body covered by the blanket. “Felix…”

He shakes his head slowly, his brows furrowed, giving her time to speak. “YN… do you realize that… I held you dead in my arms?” His voice breaks slightly. “You were pale, frozen… I kept trying to bring you back… again and again. Nothing.”

She stares at him, puzzled, not understanding where he’s going with this, her heart pounding. “Where… where are you going with this, Felix?”

He sighs, looking away, unable to meet her eyes. “I spent three long hours. Three long hours thinking you were dead. I breathed for you for three hours, Yn. And now… now I don’t know if I can still breathe for us.”

Silence falls in the room as Yn processes what her boyfriend has just said. She lowers her gaze, clutching the blanket tighter around herself. “I… I should probably go home…” she says quietly.

She gets up, hoping he’ll stop her, but he doesn’t even look at her as he stays there.

She dresses quickly, a bitter taste in her mouth, before walking back toward him. She sits on the bed, looking at him, then slowly leans in to give him a kiss at the corner of his lips. “Good night, Lix… love you…”

But he didn’t answer. For the first time in their relationship, Felix didn’t tell her he loved her back.

[…]

Four days later, Chan’s girlfriend had suggested — forced — her to go out to take her mind off things.

During those four days, Felix hadn’t sent a single message. No photos. No calls. Nothing.

That’s how she ended up at the mall, most likely with her best friend.

However, she didn’t expect to run into her boyfriend — if he still was — with Hyunjin. He too had a less-than-great expression on his face.

Hyunjin, being the first to notice her, almost shouted her name in the store, excited to see her.

But when she met Felix’s gaze, as Hyunjin quickly walked toward her, she stepped back, feeling her lips tremble and her vision blur with tears.

She grabbed Chan’s girlfriend’s arm, just shaking her head no in apology.

She turned her back, walking away with tears streaming down her cheeks as she heard him calling her from afar.

She found herself in a small corner, sitting behind a tree, crying. Everything she had bottled up over the past four days was pouring out.

Just a few minutes later, a scent she knew all too well filled her nose.

She sniffled, turning her head away, trying in vain to wipe her tears so he wouldn’t see her like this. “I’m sorry… I’m really sorry for what I did, for how I left. But if I lose you… if we really break up… I know I won’t recover from it,” she murmured in a broken voice.

Felix stared at her for a long moment, his throat tight. He slowly took her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers, making her turn to him in surprise. “I can’t live without you either. I don’t want us to break up. I even hate myself for thinking about it… and for saying that to you.”

She lowered her eyes to their entwined fingers, then simply sniffled again and rested her head on her boyfriend’s shoulder. “I love you too, Yn,” he said softly.

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I’ve lost my account for a several days🤡

But I’m back lol

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CHRISTOPHER BAHNG

« How am I supposed to let you go? Only like myself when I'm with you. »

Genre : Ansgt. Warning : I cried so much on my own story, idk if am being dramatic or if it’s really sad, but it’s the main reason why I never write or read angst, is to much for me…. WC : 6061.

Chan steps forward, a laugh in his beard, having just lost at rock-paper-scissors and thus having to pay for tonight’s dinner.

After a long day at the studio, the members of Stray Kids decided to eat out before returning to the dorm. They went to a small restaurant not far from their residence. And given the hour, they were sure it wouldn’t be very crowded. They were right— they were the only ones left in the restaurant.

Now Chan stands alone at the register. He looks around before pressing the bell on the counter in front of him. As he’s about to press it again, a woman approaches. “Excuse me,” she says simply, with a shy little smile, setting her book down on the counter.

Chan freezes, looking at her, certain she wasn’t there when they arrived. “You… you’re open at night?” he asks, perplexed at seeing a change in staff so late. She raises her gaze to him. Chan catches a glimmer in her eyes, but she immediately regains composure. “No, not at all. My sister was at the counter earlier, but she’s in the kitchen now, so I’m covering for her.” Chan nods, and she lowers her head, tapping distractedly on the screen before her.

Chan clears his throat and pulls out his wallet to take out his black card. “Was everything okay?” she asks in a soft voice, still looking at the screen as she totals their dishes. “Yes, it was perfect. Thank you,” he replies, smiling and gently exhaling, then looking up at her again. “Will you be paying by card?” she asks. He simply nods, unable to look away from her.

She finalizes the screen, retrieves the card machine, and offers her manicured hand to take his card. He holds his card—but just as she’s about to take it, he withdraws his hand, eyebrows slightly furrowed and a smile forming on his face. She looks up, confused. “May I… ask where you’re from?” he ventures. She leans back slightly, then lets out a soft laugh, “Australia…”

Chan laughs—she follows with a slightly embarrassed chuckle. “Yeah… I could tell.” He holds out his card again so she can pay the bill.

Before long, they find themselves in a small conversation about their childhoods in Australia. Chan explains that he had to leave Australia extremely early for his career. It was complicated at times, but he’s fulfilled by what he does. She, on the other hand, tells him she moved here with her mother and sister a few years ago after finishing her studies.

Suddenly Chan turns to leave mid-sentence when one of his bandmates calls him. “Yeah…I think we have to go… they’re… tired,” he says, glancing at her. She smiles softly. “That’s okay—we have to close anyway.”

He nods, moves his hands to the countertop, lightly tapping it with his fist before turning to join the others and prepare to leave. As she heads to the back, disappointed at not having dared to ask for his contact—especially given who he is—she is startled when she hears the bell again.

Turning around, her eyes meet Chan’s. He looks more nervous now, glancing near the exit to make sure all the members are out. “Can I… ask for your number, maybe?” he asks.

She looks at him, surprised that he’s making the first move. “Mine?” “Yeah. You’re kinda cute and… we didn’t finish our conversation…” he adds, rubbing his fingers on the counter from nerves.

Taken aback that he seems interested, she says, “If you don’t want to—” but he cuts in, stepping forward. “No, I want it… I thought you didn’t.” She pulls out her phone.

He smiles lightly and does the same. She takes her phone—with his permission—and enters her number. He does the same on his phone. Soon she receives a text from an unknown number: “Australia.” She smiles despite herself.

“Can I text you tonight? Or do I have to wait ’til tomorrow?” he asks shyly. “Text me whenever,” she replies with a smile, which he mirrors instantly.

“I should go… before they leave without me…” She nods as he steps back from the counter. “I’m Yn, by the way.” she adds before he looks away. He nods. “Then call me Christopher.” She gives him one last smiling glance before he finally leaves the restaurant.

That night, back at the dorm he shares with Jeongin, both having showered and retreated to their rooms, Chan takes a deep breath and starts to write Yn a message. He writes. Deletes. Starts over. Sighs. And finally sends: “You’re up?” Simple, he didn’t expect a reply that very night. But about 15 minutes later, she responds and apologizes for the delay.

They talk most of the night—and the next day, and every day after. They see each other countless times. He slips into the restaurant occasionally to keep her company when her family isn’t around, promising the servers and cooks would keep their meetings secret.

They meet outside too—one night in a park for a walk, one afternoon to eat together, and many other times. One evening, while he helps her clean the restaurant to the sound of music—they’re alone. After an exhausting day, Chan just wants to spend time with her.

Amid laughter, mop swipes, and Billie Eilish playing softly in the background, they kiss. Chan makes the first move, not giving her time to react before kissing her again.

That’s how their relationship begins. Although Chan warns her that his life won’t make things easy, he really wants to commit to her—but doesn’t want her to feel pressured. She stays. And stays every day after.

Everything goes well—no rumors, nothing. After a few months, Chan finally tells the members, who had absolutely no idea it was coming.

Yn tells her sister, who leaps with joy, already knowing they were seeing each other.

Things are going wonderfully—better than okay. Their first year together passes by incredibly fast. For the occasion, they both decide to officially tell their families about their relationship. Chan’s family is overjoyed. Though his parents advise caution, they’re happy and want to get to know her.

Yn’s family, initially hesitant because of Chan’s career, gradually warms up—and they love him even more once they meet. Yn also meets the members—an absolute chaos, but them being them, and they all accept her without hesitation.

They even get the chance to go to Australia together to visit his family, and just spend time in the country where they both grew up, the country that indirectly brought them together. But every relationship has its struggles. In theirs, arguments happen—rarely, never more than three days.

That was the case one night. In the car. Chan is driving on the highway; Yn is beside him. She confides in him about something he did earlier in the afternoon in front of the members that didn’t sit well with her. He just tells her to stop dramatizing.

A minor argument starts, then silence. Yn stares out the window, palm against her mouth, furious. After a while, Chan realizes why she’s upset. He sighs, pulls over onto the shoulder, and turns to her. “I’m not driving while you’re mad at me, babe.”

She doesn’t answer or look at him. Chan sighs again, realizing how much he hurt her. “Baby… I’m sorry. Really. I get what you’re saying, and why you’re upset.” He pauses. Yn listens, turning towards him more seriously.

“I was wrong. And I’m really sorry—won’t do it again. You’re not dramatic or anything… I’m just… a stupid man who didn’t realize how precious his woman was.” She watches him for a moment before giving a small smile, then reaching out to touch his cheek.

She’s about to tell him it’s okay—that as long as he understands and doesn’t do it again, she still loves him no matter what. But she doesn’t get the chance.

All Chan remembers is the sound of sirens—police or ambulance, he doesn’t know—which blare in his ears. Excruciating headache, blurred vision. He turns to Yn, trying to see if she’s okay before fully realizing the situation.

As his vision clears slightly and the ringing diminishes, all he hears is sobbing. A distant voice calls his name; he feels a hand tapping his thigh.

“Y‑Yn…?” he manages to whisper. But the horrifying vision before him brings tears to his eyes. Yn is there—face bloodied, lips trembling. A metal rod pierces the middle of her head. He hardly comprehends that it’s real.

The woman he loves—his partner—is before him, crying with a rod through her head. He looks around and knows this was a car accident. He moans softly in pain from his arm, but ignores it to hold Yn’s hand. “Hon’? Baby, what…?” He can barely speak; his voice shakes. “Chris, w‑what happened? Why can’t I move?!”

He’s frozen in horror, unable to react. He hears voices approaching. He struggles to unbuckle his seatbelt—leaning toward Yn as both sob.

“Everything’s going to be okay, hon’, alright? Stop crying… everything will be fine…” He tries to comfort her, though he himself shivers when he meets her usually bright gaze. “I’m so sorry, Yn. I love you—please, I love you. That’s why you have to be strong, okay? Strong for yourself… for us… Yn, please.”

A new sob overtakes her as she tries to move. “I‑I’m scared…” Chan shakes his head firmly. “Don’t be scared. You’re going to live, okay? You promised me you’d stay with me forever—did you forget?”

Everything happens fast. Emergency responders arrive and lift the car. A firefighter cuts the metal rod from Yn’s head so she can be transported to the hospital. He cries the whole time as police and tow personnel escort him from the vehicle—still inside. He refuses surgery until they promise Yn will survive. They reassure him—neurosurgeons are competent and will save her.

He consents. He survives: a long scar on his eye, a ruptured appendix, a fractured arm. When he wakes, Han and Changbin are beside him in his hospital room. He doesn’t immediately recall everything—only when his arm aches does he remember, and he asks them how Yn is.

They exchange sad looks. When he nearly shouts for information, Han gets up and says they arrived while she was still in surgery, which had complications, but he’ll go check on her.

Hours pass, members visit him one by one. Finally he learns she’s out of surgery—but she’s in a coma. Chan is shattered. His spirits hit rock bottom. His family visits, asking what happened, and he ends up crying blankly as he explains he stopped driving because he couldn’t bear being with her while she was angry at him. Yn’s family visits too. For two long weeks, she doesn’t wake. Not once.

When she finally does, he cries out and nearly passes out from relief. But he’s terrified to see her. Worse still, doctors explain her condition: they’re unsure if she’ll ever walk again—she’ll need a miracle. Her memory may be damaged, extent unknown. More tests are needed before any visits.

He waits hours. When the nurse finally leaves her room, Chan enters timidly. She looks up at him immediately. He almost cries—relief mixed with fear. Her appearance has changed: a head bandage, shaved hair for surgery. She sits upright in bed with legs covered by a blanket; scratches mark her face. Tears glisten in her eyes—probably since before he came in.

As always, he smiles at her, slowly sits at the edge of her bed, afraid to hurt her. He hesitates, then gently takes her hand with his fingertips and looks into her eyes. “You’re… alive…” he whispers, relief flooding his voice. “Do you remember? Right? Do you remember us?”

She doesn’t respond—just stares with a lone tear rolling down her cheek. He wipes it away softly. “Do you remember us? Before… we would never leave without rebuilding the world… we kissed until we lost our senses. But it was worth it… because it was us… because we’re us…”

He lifts tear-filled eyes to her. She begins to cry again, but says nothing. She doesn’t reply— because she can’t hear. The surgery took her hearing, and doctors forgot to tell Chan. When her mother tearfully informs him, his world collapses.

Guilt crushes him—even when her father insists it’s not his fault, he still blames himself, terribly. That same evening, sitting outside Yn’s room with phone in hand, he sees JYPE’s official statement announcing his accident, his absence, his relationship with Yn—everything. But he doesn’t care. He deletes every social media post—photos, profile picture, everything.

For once—just this once—he wants to forget it all and go back to the day they met, without the rest. He wants to rewind to when she first draped her arm around his in that park and how his heart leapt. To the moment he realized he was falling for her when he kissed her for the first time at her family’s restaurant. Their first times, the promise he made never to hurt her.

“This is ruined… I’m sorry…” he tells himself.

For a week, he can’t face her eyes. He learns from Yn’s mother that she’s made huge progress and received her hearing devices, but she’s afraid to speak. He spends days crying and sleeping; he only eats when her mother forces him—like a small child.

When he finally returns to similar visits, he brings cafeteria meals himself. She eats in silence. It’s like that all week, then he’s allowed to leave the hospital. Still, he comes every day to be with her. Realizing she fears speaking, he brings the notebook they communicate in.

One evening, she asks him to explain their earlier life. They embark on a long monologue—he recounts everything with an enormous smile. She laughs at times, awkwardly asks questions, even cries. At tear’s end, he lifts her up and wipes her tears.

Suddenly, the nurse enters and announces visiting hours are over. Chan nods, telling Yn he’ll come back, and kisses her forehead.

But the next day, he doesn’t go to her room. Yn’s sister explains that the night before, trying to recover memories, she had a small seizure and is undergoing another surgery. She takes him aside, saying that his constant presence isn’t helping—she’d prefer he leaves her life for her own good. Reliving the past repeatedly will harm her future, and she doesn’t want to watch her sister suffer.

Chan listens silently, heart breaking with every word from the sister of the woman he considered the love of his life—maybe still is, maybe no longer. She tells him Yn needs to move forward—but not with him.

He wants to fight for her—truly wants to—but maybe she’s right? Maybe it’s his fault she’s stuck? Maybe he’s just not the right man for her? He doesn’t cry—until he breaks down in his little sister’s arms.

From then on, he stops visiting. He gets updates from Yn’s mother, who keeps him informed. She says Yn improves and remembers small things—favorite dish, childhood pet—but not him.

During all that time, Chan sees few people, not even his bandmates. He locks himself in his room and writes all day long without stopping. He cries most of the time.

Slowly, wounds begin to heal—enough for him to return to work. He doesn’t want to, but does he have a choice? He puts on the mask for everyone—pretending he’s back. Studio, dance—it all restarts.

Everything is the same except one thing: she isn’t there.

Her mother tells him she started rehabilitation and her hair has grown long and curly again, like when she was a child.

That night he cries once more.

When he makes his first concert after the accident—several weeks into the new comeback—he cries in front of the Stays, apologizing. Thinking of how she’s not there to cheer him on.

When a tour is announced after several events in Korea—when he reads he’ll travel to another country—he puts on a cap, holding a box, and sets out for the hospital. He arrives at her rehabilitation unit. Through the glass, he sees her stand with difficulty using a walker. She’s in tears, falling in frustration.

He hears a throat clear behind him. He turns and sees her nurse, who bows and apologizes before asking what he’s doing there. His gaze falls on the box in his hand—with the name “Yn” written beautifully.

All the letters he wrote her. “I have to go… for many months and…” he pauses, looking helplessly at her. “Could you give this to her for me, please?”

The nurse doesn’t answer immediately, then takes the box and reassures him she will. Chan stays a long time, watching Yn try to walk like she used to. He doesn’t see her speak—just cry.

It becomes too hard. He turns away and sobs in his car, sending a message to Yn’s mother, apologizing for leaving her in this state. She calls him immediately, assuring it’s okay and she’ll give him updates every day. Chan leaves against his will—not knowing that for months, Yn never even read his letters, unaware that the nurse, growing fond of her, just hid the box in a drawer.

During that time, the nurse grows closer to her—complimenting her, helping her, bringing her flowers. Yn begins to form affection for him, not knowing that halfway around the world is the man she once shared so much with. Nearly a year passes since the accident. After many months hospitalized, she’s finally discharged—now in a wheelchair.

Her father comes to pick her up. She’s packing her things when a nurse gives her the box, saying she found it in the drawer—she didn’t know who it belonged to or how long it’d been there. Yn takes the box, intrigued, and holds it on her lap as her father arrives.

The homecoming is warm. Everything’s arranged for her return. Her room is moved downstairs. She drops the box and suitcase in her new room before going to eat with her family.

Later, in her new room, routine as at the hospital, she sits cross‑legged and opens the box. Countless sheets folded into quarters spill out. She throws them across her bed and picks up the first one to read.

“Nobody Get Me” is written in large letters at the top. Some words are scratched out or crossed off. Most draw her into the deepest part of herself, a strange emotion stirring within.

In the lower right corner, a date from months ago…and a name: “Christopher.”

On one letter he wrote: “How am I supposed to let you go? Only like myself when I’m with you.” Another: “you're in pain, and it's my fault. So I'm giving you back your chance and leaving you to your life without me.”

Yn gulps, eyes full of tears, and grabs another letter. In it, hours after the first: “How can we go back to being unknown when we shared so many memories together?” There are many more lines like that—phrases that make her cry, phrases that slowly restore fragments of memory.

Shaking, she opens her phone and searches for the group’s return to Korea. At that moment, someone knocks. Before she can respond, the door opens: the nurse enters holding a huge bouquet of flowers.

He smiles, but when he sees Yn’s expression and all the letters strewn on the bed, his smile fades; the bouquet droops in his hands. “You remember… right …?” he asks gently after a silence.

Yn wipes her tears and nods. “A little… he… he is supposed to bring me flowers right now…” she says, looking away, slightly ashamed.

He understands—after all, he hid the letters; he only has himself to blame. He offers a soft smile, sets the bouquet on her chair, then leans in to kiss her cheek. “I’m sorry then…” he says simply, before quickly leaving the room.

A few minutes later, the front door closes. Yn’s mother enters and hugs her. As Yn tells everything, they both nearly break into tears. Her mother explains how, even after leaving for her good, he kept asking after her every day.

For two months, a new routine settles: she takes her meds, learns sign language, goes to hospital, waits for his return, watches videos of him in different cities, his letters taped to the wall. It’s long, hard, painful. She cries many times, fearing she may not walk again, collapsing onto the floor before being caught by doctors. Each time, a memory—about him, how he always encouraged her never to give up—surfaces.

Then the day arrives: her day off. Chan is exhausted, but all he wants is to see her. He has to wait. He returns home, showers, and sleeps. Two days later, when Yn’s mother says she’s in rehab, he puts on a cap and goes to the hospital.

His heart nearly leaps when he sees her. She’s there, next to a walker, standing. Not on her own—she struggles and clearly hurts—but she stands, aided by the instrument. She smiles, turning to look at her doctor… but instead locks eyes with Chan, pride shining in his.

In the next instant, Yn disappears from view. Seeing her stumble makes him lose control. She falls hard. He had vowed never to return to her life—but he bursts into the room, looks around, and rushes to her side as her doctor lifts her.

“Are you okay?!” he shouts, dropping to the floor before her. She’s in black leggings and a matching tank top. She lifts her bright eyes to him, mouth open in surprise: “You… came?” But a voice calls for reinforcements—and the doctor asks Chan to step out.

He leaves slowly, never taking his eyes off her as medical staff assist. He waits in his room for what feels like an hour. Then she’s escorted out by a nurse. Once the nurse sees them, she leaves—leaving them alone.

They sit quietly. Chan removes his cap. “Do you want to… go outside? With… me?” he asks softly. She looks at him with bright eyes, then nods. He wheels her out into the hospital garden. They remain silent until he stops at a bench, puts on the brake, and helps her settle beside it. “You… remember…?” he asks timidly, terrified she may not answer.

She slowly nods, fingers fiddling. Chan’s eyes widen in disbelief, heart pounding. “I’ve read your letters…and I don’t know, it just happened…”

He says nothing, tears filling his eyes—everything he ever hoped for, every night spent crying, praying, wishing.

Chan never felt so much at once. Only one person could bring such a sensation.

“But… I don’t think I’m able—or ready—to be with you…” She looks at him, hope leaving her eyes. She slowly takes his hands and grips them; a shiver goes through her at the contact. “I’ve never managed to stand before remembering you. Learning about us… Christopher. You were my everything. You were me.”

Chan watches, tear rolling down his cheek, convinced she’ll end things for good. “And… I really want to love you. But now… it’s not like before.”

Chan doesn’t give her time to finish before speaking. “Yn. For once, let me be selfish, please. I don’t want to see you with anyone but me… Yn, please…”

Yn interrupts him, pulling him into her embrace. He begins crying into her neck. “I… I want you Christopher… I want to be in love with you like before. I want you to make me fall in love with you again please, Chan…” she says after a moment, a sob passing her lips.

Chan straightens immediately, looking at her with hope in his eyes again. “You want that…?” he can barely finish his sentence. She softens and he holds her again. “You don’t know how hard it was without you. Faking everything in front of our… having to smile and… everything when I couldn’t see you—it was so hard…”

She laughs at his words, trying to wipe away a tear. “And… you have so many Stray Kids comebacks to listen to and… I love you so much, Yn…” he says, pulling back from her neck to look at her.

She looks at him too, wetting her lips. “Please… make me need to say it to you every hour of every day…I need it…”

She says—and Chan nods, wiping their tears. “I’m going to make you fall in love with me so hard that you’ll never want to see me again.”

She laughs as he presses his forehead to hers, closing his eyes.

And that’s it—that’s all they need in that moment.

Just each other. And the new daily routine they will have to face.

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HAN JISUNG

So…

Discretion with him? Better not even think about it.

Your relationship is private, but not exactly a secret, if I can put it that way.

The fact is, he has this personality that’s both extroverted and shy — he can be extremely funny, creative, and spontaneous, then suddenly become reserved when it comes to expressing his true feelings.

Like, in the middle of the night he might make you listen to demos he’s been keeping to himself, ask for your opinion, or even slip in certain lines meant for you without you realizing it.

But on the other hand, there’s this part of him that wants to spend his time — and his life — with you, and being touchy is just part of it.

In moments of stress, he’ll grab your hand and absentmindedly play with your fingers, he’ll often sneak in to give you huge hugs, and he’ll give you nicknames on camera.

But it’s fine, because it’s Han.

And you’re the kind of couple that lives in your own little bubble, teasing each other from time to time, with the fact that only the members officially know about your relationship adding to the fun.

But there are also those moments when he’s lying down with you in his arms, just playing with the promise ring he gave you, moments of uncertainty when he asks if you’ll love him for life — because he doesn’t want to lose you, and he’s scared.

Being in a relationship with him is just living a roller coaster, between your stolen moments and the fact of “hiding” him.

LEE FELIX

With Felix, it would be a little different, but just as special!

Felix is that tall, sweet, calm, and super attentive guy with an adorable hint of shyness. He has this way of looking at you with a mix of curiosity and tenderness that just melts you.

The thing with Felix is that he creates a very gentle and safe atmosphere, with a bond that forms naturally, almost effortlessly.

You’d probably feel very comforted with him, like in a cocoon where you can truly be yourself.

When it comes to fame, you try to hide it as best as you can, because being in a relationship with Felix definitely means facing a lot of criticism.

So I think he’ll be really careful, and no one will have much doubt about you two.

The sweet moments are always off camera, you always make sure to move his things and his toothbrush when you’re filming.

Neither of you wants to destroy what you’ve built, you just want to live your life together without necessarily sharing your love publicly.

There will definitely be a day when you’ll announce it, but for now, you’re just living privately.

KIM SEUNGMIN

There are still some advantages to being in a relationship with this man.

The fact that he can take on the whole world for you without any problem.

He defends you against and even from yourself, but is your “opps” (opponent) against everything else.

Apart from the times he shows you his special affection.

Like when he brings you sugar so you eat well and don’t faint. When he’s always there when things get tough in the studio and you can’t hit the note you want.

Lots of things like that.

And of course, that doesn’t go unnoticed by the stays.

But rumors come and go, without any real confirming gesture.

But hear me out, I really think this guy LOVES tactility.

Like, not in public — he puts on this mask like he doesn’t really care about anything — but in private? Just stuck to you, follows you everywhere.

On stage for example, the moment you walk past him, he won’t take his eyes off you, and sometimes follows you just to stay close.

He’ll fix your hair nicely, and get close to you, forcing you to look at him. Those kinds of actions make fans start thinking there’s something going on between you.

I.N

You write a song one day. With this simple phrase:

“Discreet relationship, perfect relationship.

Let’s live hidden, we’ll have fewer problems.”

And of course, it’s about you two.

The fact is, no one suspects you for a second.

You just act with him like the other members act with him in front of the camera.

You’re not often side by side during interviews, sure you talk a lot, but he remains a member of your group.

But I think the revelation of avoiding the spotlight will shock everyone.

But off camera, you’re just stuck to each other all the time.

Yet, he doesn’t like skinship, but with you it’s kinda different.

He’ll accept to put his arm around your shoulder when you’re sitting, you’ll put your arm around his when he walks, naturally making sure it looks normal.

Lots of jokes and laughter when you’re together, if that’s not all.

I think every member can say you two are extremely cute together.

You don’t really try to show off in front of others, sometimes even keeping a certain distance because you both more or less agree that showing off your relationship, like kissing in front of others, isn’t really something you do.

You’re discreet and reserved, but everyone knows you belong to each other, and that will definitely be for a very long time still.

[luvxzaa]

BANGCHAN

We all know that Chan is just naturally protective and caring with anyone, especially with those he’s close to.

He makes sure you eat well or get enough sleep without making it seem too suspicious.

He’ll stand up for you in any situation. If a manager or a stylist criticizes you, he’ll defend you with a look, or simply with a well-placed stare.

During rehearsals, if he sees you’re tired, he’ll just stand up for you by saying: “She had a long night, give her 5 minutes.”

And at night, if you’re not sleeping in the same dorm, he’ll spend his time texting you and calling you without ever getting tired of it.

On stage though, in front of STAYs, it’s totally different.

He doesn’t look at you too much, even though he sometimes gives himself away by watching you for a long time while you talk, smiling.

Even though STAYs have definitely noticed that during interviews, you’re always next to each other, and that he always pays extra attention to what you say.

But as the only girl in the group, of course there are dating rumors between you and all the members.

So a rumor with Chan? It’s just one among many.

LEE KNOW

So for him, I’ve said it before and I’ll keep saying it — he’s not completely straight. And for a long time, he only had experiences with men. Not that many, but enough for him to think that women just didn’t really interest him.

But when he realized that maybe, something could happen with you, he really started seeing you differently — to the point where you two made it official.

At first, he didn’t really believe in it and thought it might be a waste of time, but now…

Being in a relationship with Minho while working together is pretty exceptional.

In public, in front of fans or the members, he won’t show any signs of affection. However, he’ll make sure of everything — making sure you have a bottle of water, that you’re dressed warmly enough, or that no one steps on you in a crowd.

He very often uses humor with you — obviously, you’re not spared. He teases you way more than he does the others.

But if someone gets a little too close to you — flirting or whatever — Minho will just drop a savage comment, and that look…

I also see him as not really confident in himself. This is his first relationship with a woman in a very long time, so when he sees Han or Hyunjin getting close to you, he tenses up and becomes cold without meaning to.

He’ll pretend everything’s fine, but a little later, when you’re alone, he’ll ask you uncertainly:

“Did you… have fun, with them?”

His gaze drifts away, and even though he tries to hide it, you can tell that the jealousy he feels is more about his own lack of confidence.

And it’s in those moments that his walls fall down. Your private moments are probably the best parts of his day.

He gives you disguised compliments like:

“You’re not ugly today…”

He cooks for you and makes you eat everything to the last crumb, making sure you stay hydrated too, and he’ll stick close to you — not necessarily talking or doing anything — he just wants to be next to you.

CHANGBIN

With him, I see things so differently. Like, you’re the one who’s not very subtle and always clinging to him. Not that he complains — quite the opposite.

The kind where you always keep your arm around his. At concerts, near the end when the other members are talking with STAYs, or when you’re out in the city sightseeing or whatever.

But Changbin will never push you away — on the contrary, he’ll look around for you just to encourage you to do it.

During SKZ Code, of course you’re always on the same team, of course you’re always laughing, of course you’re always glued to each other.

And the opinions online are a bit mixed. Some people think you’re just really close, like two co-workers who see each other every day.

And others are 100% convinced you’re dating — without a doubt.

As for you two? You’re just living your life.

HYUNJIN

The thing is, you’re really not discreet at all — but at the same time, you’re so wrapped up in your own world that opinions are super divided.

But Hyunjin loves you, and he’s not going to stop just because of what some people might think. So sure, nothing has been confirmed — obviously — but he’s not going to hold back from doing certain things in front of people.

Of course, he’s not going to kiss you on stage.

But the long looks he gives you when you speak, or just the fact that you’re always glued to each other, kind of gives it away.

On stage, for example, when you’re singing your verse, he’s always next to you trying to throw you off.

Or sometimes, he’ll just come up to you and pick you up like it’s nothing. Sometimes it’s even you who takes a step toward him so he can lift you onto his hip.

And every time someone asks about it in an interview, you both just say you’re acting like best friends…

But being in a relationship with someone like Hyunjin?

Getting gifts all the time, just because he has “bursts of love for you.”

Never having to fear being alone, because he’s always with you. And even when he’s tired of people and wants to be alone, he’ll still just stay close to you, without really saying anything.

[luvxzaa]

Just remember that I forgot to post about the ot8 post lol

[luvxzaa]

I already write both, but idk which one I have to post…

I will post them in all cases, but which one had to be the first..?

[luvxzaa]

SEO CHANGBIN

He went home tired after work, but you’re here for helping him.

Genre : smut. Warning : oral (male), cum eating. WC : 804

Hyunjin have a twin sister

She’s often called “the little Hyunjin of the group,” even though, in reality, she doesn’t visit them very often. But when she’s there, it’s always a little party, and everyone lights up with a smile. Her presence has that little something that brightens the atmosphere, even if she stays discreet.

Other than that, she’s in daily contact with her brother, almost every day on the phone, no matter where they are. Their bond is palpable, and you can feel that, despite the distance or busy schedules, they stay very close.

However, a big change is looming on the horizon: before starting a new university program, she plans to move. And as long as her apartment isn’t ready, Hyunjin didn’t hesitate to make her sister come sleep in his dorm. A situation she imposes gently, but also with that mischievous little side of hers.

It’s now been several weeks that she’s been living with her brother and Changbin, sharing their daily life in that somewhat cramped but warm space.

Of course, her sister’s presence doesn’t bother Changbin at all. On the contrary, he appreciates her company, feeling that she brings a particular dynamic to the dorm. Her energy, her laughter, and her way of being give a new color to their shared life, making the days a little less monotonous.

But tonight, the atmosphere felt different…

Hyunjin was still at the company, rehearsing a choreography with Lee Know, both focused, repeating each movement precisely. Meanwhile, Changbin had come back, visibly exhausted after an especially intense day.

You were in the kitchen, quietly snacking on something, wearing pajamas that fully covered your body, keeping you warm.

When you saw him come in, his shoulders slumped with fatigue, you couldn’t help but softly ask, “Everything alright?”

He answered you with a tired smile, slowly nodding, before adding he was going to take a shower to relax a bit.

Once his shower was done and his things put away, he lay on his bed, feet on the floor, phone in hand. He absentmindedly scrolled through his messages, maybe looking for a bit of escape after that exhausting day.

That’s when someone knocked on his door.

And without really understanding how, Yn found herself between his legs, with her cock deep in his throat. “Ahh—fuck!” Changbin gripped her arm, hiding his face, completely flushed from pleasure.

Yn was panting, saliva dripping down to her chin as she looked at him while continuing to vigorously jerk his member. “Is it too much, Binnie?”

He sat up, his chest rising with the force of his breath. “Yes, but—don’t stop please… please…” Yn smiled, then kissed along his cock while still stroking him, a long moan escaping her. “You’re working too much, that’s not good, Binnie…”

He didn’t answer, he was even rather silent, focusing on his pleasure as she took him back in her mouth.

Changbin must feel bad. Right? It’s not exactly usual that your best friend’s twin sister gives you a head until you see stars.

But right now? He doesn’t give a shit. He just wants to cum so badly.

“Why are you so good?—fuck! Like that…” Yn hummed against him, making him sigh as he collapsed back on his bed, hands over his eyes.

He was totally losing his mind. He didn’t even know it was possible to feel so much pleasure with just a head.

“How am I supposed to explain that to Hyu—Shit, slow down a bit…!” Changbin said, sitting up, running his fingers through Yn’s hair who was speeding up, rolling her tongue around him. “Fuck—keep going like that… that’s so good…”

Changbin reached the point where he made his own movements with Yn’s head, while a throat noise was heard.

Changbin released his head, biting his lower lip as she pulled back to catch her breath. “I will make you cum quickly before he comes,” she said teasingly, before quickly plunging back down.

Changbin moaned, putting both arms behind him to hold on to the bed, head falling back.

“That’s coming—fuck!” he said simply, breathing heavily.

Barely a minute later, he closed his eyes tightly as he felt his own pleasure rising. Yn moaned in pain as Changbin’s hot cum spread on her tongue.

She didn’t stop immediately. But when she raised her head, sticking out her tongue to show him she swallowed it all, a feeling of guilt was born in Changbin.

And he promised himself never to talk about it to Hyunjin.

[…]

The next morning, as Changbin was getting ready to eat in the kitchen before leaving for work, Hyunjin was still sleeping in her room with her sister.

However, a few minutes later, as he sipped his coffee, Hyunjin entered the kitchen, her face twisted with fatigue. “Morning,” he said in his deep voice.

And as Changbin met Hyunjin’s gaze, his mouth spoke on its own. “Your sister gave me a head last night when you were at the company.”

Oh yeah.

[luvxzaa]

HWANG HYUNJIN

Your neighbor come late at night for asking you something.

Genre : Mature. Warning : Hyunjin w glasses (🤭), p in v, unprotected sex, fingerings, oral (female), make out mid sex, piercing, multiple orgasme (f. Receveid), and I think it’s all… WC : 4909.

She quickly steps out of her room, a towel draped around her neck, her curls still damp, just as someone knocks at her door.

She’s already in her pajamas — an oversized t-shirt and tight bike shorts underneath. It must be past 10 p.m., and she isn’t expecting any visitors.

When she opens the door, she’s met by a tall man with short hair and glasses. Her neighbor from the first floor.

She vaguely remembers him — back when he had just moved in, she used to bring him food sometimes, just so he wouldn’t have to order takeout every night.

“Hey. Everything fine?” she asks, glancing down the hallway, clearly not expecting to see him. It’s been a ridiculously long time since she last ran into him in the halls or the elevator, so seeing him at her door gives her a little shock.

“Yeah, Noona, do you have some… curry?”

She raises an eyebrow, surprised. “Curry?”

He nods enthusiastically and gives her a small smile.

She steps back inside, turning around to go into her kitchen. She finds the curry and returns to the front door, where he’s still waiting patiently.

She smiles as she hands him the spice, which he grabs right away.

“Merci Noona, I’ll give it back soon!” he says, bowing slightly before turning away immediately.

She watches him go, then simply closes the door and chuckles to herself.

She heads back to her room, continuing to detangle her curls. Once done, she quickly does a protective hairstyle and puts on her bonnet for the night.

[…]

Several days after that night, YN is outside, digging through her bag for her keys — the one with her entry badge — when a hand reaches past her and opens the door.

She jumps slightly, turning around and pulling out one of her earbuds. “Yo. You good?”

At first, she doesn’t recognize him — probably too exhausted from work. But after a few seconds, as he walks past her to hold the door open, she quickly realizes it’s Hyunjin.

Except he’s dressed totally differently than usual.

His hair is neatly styled, and he’s wearing something much more professional — a white shirt, a black tie tucked loosely inside, black pants, and loafers.

“You went to a job interview or something?” she asks as she enters the building, heading toward her mailbox.

“Sort of,” he replies simply, pressing the elevator button.

She doesn’t answer, just shuts her key box and starts sorting through the mail she just collected.

When the elevator doors open, she steps in first, followed by Hyunjin, sighing as she unlocks her phone.

“Noona?”

She hums, not lifting her head from her screen, waiting for him to speak.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

She freezes, raising her head in surprise at his question. Their eyes meet — his gaze locked firmly onto hers.

Her lips part, but no sound comes out. Just as she’s about to finally say something, the elevator dings — first floor. Hyunjin sighs, gives her a small nod, and walks out toward his place.

She stays silent all the way back to her apartment, still stunned by her neighbor’s unexpected question. Even as she sits on her bed, the echo of his words lingers.

[…]

3 days later.

It’s past midnight. YN is half-asleep in bed, phone in hand, battery dead. Nothing is ready for tomorrow — not her bag, not her clothes. She’s not even in proper sleepwear.

But she jumps violently, even falling off her bed, when someone knocks hard on her door.

She checks the time on her phone and hurries to the door to see who could possibly be bothering her at this hour.

Of course — it’s Hyunjin.

“What do you want?” she asks, slightly irritated from being woken up like that.

“Okay, I know this is weird, but there’s this girl waiting in my living room… and I don’t have… um… condoms…” he mutters, cheeks red, avoiding her gaze.

YN stands there for a few seconds, then sighs. “You can’t just knock on my door at midnight like that… at least text me first,” she says.

“I know, I’m sorry, Noona…” he murmurs.

She sighs again. “Why are you asking a woman for condoms? You’re seriously weird.”

She turns her back, signaling him to come in as she walks to her bedroom.

“You’re the only girl my age in the building, and I figured… you might have some,” he explains.

She stops in her tracks, turns back to him with a raised eyebrow. “Is that your way of saying what — that I bring guys over all the time?”

Hyunjin blushes even more, lifting his hands defensively. “What?! No! Never — Noona!”

YN just laughs and hands him an already-open box. “It’s pretty old. I don’t know if they’re expired.”

He doesn’t even check before snatching the box. “Thanks Noona! You’re a lifesaver!”

He says it while practically running out the door. YN sighs as she closes it, heading to the bathroom to finally get ready for sleep.

And yet, despite everything, she never noticed a thing.

It wasn’t until months later that something really changed.

[…]

It was around 10 p.m. She was in her pajamas — oversized shirt and bike shorts — lounging on her couch, scrolling through her phone, when she got a call from Hyunjin.

Incoming Call — “Neighbor❓”

Neighbor❓ — Hello? Noona?

YN — Hm?

Neighbor❓ — Look… I know we’re not really friends, but… I have a flight tomorrow morning. I finished packing, but I really need a shower and I ran out of hot water…

YN immediately understood what he meant. She glanced at her wall clock, then sighed.

YN — You can come. I’ll leave the door open.

And she did just that. Five minutes later, maybe less, Hyunjin was in her living room, thanking her repeatedly.

She didn’t really pay attention to him being there, just continued her evening, walking into the kitchen to find something to snack on.

Just as she finished eating her salmon sandwich, she suddenly felt arms wrap around her waist and a face bury into her neck.

“Huh?” she mumbled, stunned, completely thrown off by the situation.

“Why did you keep acting like that, Noona?”

“What — what are you talking about?!” she stammered, feeling her heart race.

Hyunjin sighed, trailing kisses along her neck and shoulder.

“You keep acting like you don’t see how much I want you,” he said bluntly.

YN’s breath hitched at his words, as he slowly turned her around so that she was now facing him.

He cupped her face with both hands, closing the distance between them. “I did everything… I tried to make you jealous, I tried being subtle, I did what Lee Know hyung told me to do, but… you still don’t see it…”

YN’s eyes briefly dropped to his lips, and that moment — that tiny second — changed everything.

Her perspective of him, of what had happened between them lately, the tension in the room… and Hyunjin felt it too.

“Noona… let me just—”

He didn’t even get the chance to finish before pressing his lips to hers.

YN gasped against his mouth, caught off guard. She didn’t react immediately, but when she felt his hands slipping under her shirt and touching her skin, her body finally responded.

She closed her eyes and kissed him back, her hands tangling in his hair.

Hyunjin was the first to pull away, lips red and out of breath, but not for long.

He took off his glasses, and immediately leaned in to kiss her again. Deeper this time.

Their tongues met, dancing together in a way that neither wanted to stop.

He lifted her, placing her on the kitchen counter for better comfort. YN could already feel the hardness pressing against her thigh.

She let out a small moan when she felt the bulge rub against her. Hyunjin smirked against her lips, then lifted her again, heading straight for the living room.

“Please Noona, you’re gonna help me, right?” he whispered, lips trailing down her neck and collarbone.

YN simply let out a breathy sigh as his mouth moved across her skin.

Hyunjin sat on the couch with her straddling him, immediately capturing her lips again — the only difference now was that she was directly sitting on his clothed erection.

His hands explored her body, finally settling on her ass, still covered by the bike shorts, and he initiated a slow grind between their hips.

YN broke the kiss, resting her forehead against his as a soft moan escaped her lips.

Hyunjin watched her every reaction, sliding his hands under her shirt to cup her bare breasts. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, Noona…” he said confidently.

Soon enough, YN was down to nothing but her panties.

She was lying on her back, head resting on the couch arm, while Hyunjin suckled her breasts, grinding against her at the same time.

“Fuck—Hyunjin, please…” she whimpered, desperate for more.

He smiled against her skin, trailing kisses down her body until he found himself face-to-face with her panties.

He kissed her thighs repeatedly, glanced up at her, then hooked his fingers into the waistband of her underwear and slowly slid it off.

Hyunjin nearly froze when his eyes landed on her exposed core. He swallowed hard, gently tracing his fingers over her slit, causing a shiver to run through YN’s body.

“Waa… Noona…” he breathed.

Before she could even reply, he leaned in and pressed his lips directly against her clit.

A moan escaped YN as she brought her feet up to rest on his broad shoulders.

Hyunjin started eating her out with zero hesitation. He licked and sucked at her clit, occasionally dipping his tongue into her entrance without stopping.

“That—just like that, Hyunjin, please…” she panted, trying to focus on the overwhelming pleasure.

Hyunjin studied every reaction she had, learning exactly what made her feel good. He didn’t stop, his tongue moving relentlessly against her sensitive parts.

And when he slid his middle finger inside her, a louder moan slipped past her lips, bringing a proud smile to his face.

He moved his finger in and out in a wave-like motion, licking her clit at the same time, while her moans grew louder.

“Hyunjin… please…” she gasped, one hand instinctively grabbing her breast, eyes locked on him.

“Please what, Noona? Tell me what you want me to do…”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she bit her lip and ran her fingers through his hair, pushing his head closer to her heat.

“Shut up. Just make me cum.”

Hyunjin moaned into her, turned on by her tone, and quickened both his tongue and finger movements.

She couldn’t believe a single finger could make her feel this good.

It didn’t take much more before she was cumming hard against his mouth, her voice murmuring his name over and over.

When Hyunjin finally lifted his head, his cheeks were flushed red from the effect she had on him.

He stood up immediately, taking off his t-shirt, and kissed her deeply again. “You have no idea what you do to me, Noona…” he murmured between kisses.

YN didn’t answer, only letting her hands roam over his torso.

Hyunjin reluctantly pulled away from her lips, forehead pressed to hers, glancing down at the bulge in his shorts — painfully obvious now.

He threw her a quick look before standing up straight and pulling down his shorts under her gaze.

She watched him intently, not missing a single detail as his cock sprang up, already leaking slightly.

“Why didn’t you wear underwear, dude…” she asked, sitting up slightly, legs still spread open.

“Don’t call me dude. I just made you cum, and I’m going to do it again, so don’t call me dude,” he muttered before kissing her again.

She smiled into the kiss as he laid her back down, grabbing his shaft and rubbing it along her folds.

“I know I didn’t wear a condom… but I swear I won’t cum inside…” he whispered against her ear.

“I don’t care. Just put it in…” she replied, slapping his shoulder with an impatient sigh.

Hyunjin didn’t wait any longer. He slowly pushed inside her, his breath catching.

YN arched her back slightly, a moan escaping her lips.

“Aah—Noona… why are you so tight…” Hyunjin groaned breathlessly.

He started moving slowly at first, gauging her reactions.

“Fuck—don’t mess with me, Hwang…” she said, slapping his shoulder again, making him grin.

He buried his face in her neck, beginning to thrust faster, drawing louder moans from her.

Hyunjin sat up again, eyes fixed on every expression she made, grabbing her thighs to spread them wider.

“Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of this moment, Noona?” he whispered, bringing his thumb to her clit and drawing tight circles.

He cursed under his breath when she clenched around him. He bit his lip, watching her try to cover her face with her arms.

He immediately moved to pull her arms away, thrusting harder. “Don’t hide yourself, Noona. I want to see all of you… please—”

YN struggled to sit up, her body moving in rhythm with his. She rested her back against the couch, eyes locked on his.

“You… you can’t just do that—Fuck—just fuck me and… say shit like that,” she breathed out between moans and thrusts.

Hyunjin grinned wider, leaning in to kiss her without restraint.

She moaned into the kiss, her body falling back on the couch as their tongues met again.

They kissed like there was no tomorrow — so deeply that Hyunjin stopped moving his hips just to focus on kissing her like he meant it.

When he finally pulled away, breathless, he gave her a few more kisses before saying:

“We’ll talk after… I swear… but first, let me make you cum again…”

She says this as she gives him free access to her neck, which he begins to kiss.

He straightens up afterwards, pressing YN’s legs together and lifting them into the air as he starts moving inside her again, fast, with the one and only goal of making her cum.

“You will say yes to be my girlfriend? Huh, Noona? If I make you cum will you be my rucking girlfriend?!” he asks, out of breath, while YN is simply unable to answer, too focused and overwhelmed by her pleasure.

“I will treat you so damn well. You will be the most spoiled woman in the world, and… I will make you cum every fucking night… please be my girlfriend.” he says in a desperate act, just as she tightens around him, and even starts creaming his cock.

“Yes. Yes—yes—just… yeah li—fuck!” her back arches as she reaches her climax with a cry of happiness.

Hyunjin pulls out, watching her legs tremble and her chest heave with her heavy breathing.

She props herself up on her elbows, catching her breath, before lifting her head towards him. “Are you satisfied, Noona?” Hyunjin asks, coming to kiss her cheek. She doesn’t answer, glancing down at his still-hard member resting against his torso. “You are?” she asks, while he starts kissing her collarbone.

“It depends on you, Noona…” She sighs at the kisses he leaves along her face. She closes her eyes for a few seconds, enjoying the moment. “Then I want you again…” she finally says, opening her eyes.

Hyunjin smiles again, pulling back from her neck to kiss her lips. He immediately grabs under her thighs and lifts her from the couch effortlessly, heading toward the bedroom.

YN moans softly against his lips when, on the way, his member brushes against her still-sensitive core.

Hyunjin gently lays YN on the bed as he pulls back from her. “Turn around for me baby, yeah?” he says, devouring her with his eyes.

YN looks at him for a few seconds before doing what he says. She arches unconsciously, lifting her arms to grab one of her pillows, which she hugs against her chest.

When Hyunjin’s gaze lands on YN’s back, he freezes. A piercing. No—two.

Two piercings gleam at the base of her back.

A shiver runs down his body, ending in his dick as he sees that. “Fuck—Noona…”

He bites his lip, grabbing her hips with both hands. He bends down, and his tongue runs along YN’s walls, making her moan in surprise, not expecting it.

Hyunjin gets back up after several minutes, aligning his cock—which is dripping slightly at her entrance—before slowly sliding in.

A sigh leaves both of their lips as Hyunjin immediately starts moving again, maybe even faster than before.

His eyes remain fixed on the piercing on her back, which moves with each of his thrusts.

The view in front of him has never been as beautiful as he had dreamed. The woman who’s been driving him crazy since she moved in just below him is crying into her pillow as her body moves in rhythm with his. Absolutely everything is absolutely beautiful.

The bed keeps slamming against the wall, and YN did try to hold onto the headboard to reduce the noise, but she ended up giving up, rolling her eyes because of the overwhelming pleasure.

“Noona—fuck—you feel so fucking good!” says Hyunjin, moaning as he throws his head back.

YN doesn’t respond. She can’t. She squeezes her eyes shut, focusing on the pleasure Hyunjin is making her feel, hugging her pillow tightly.

“I—Gonna—cum, cum, cum,” she can’t even speak properly. Every sound from her mouth is accentuated by the thrusts Hyunjin is giving her.

Hyunjin smiles, proud of the effect he’s having on her. “You’re going to cum again? Do it, please. Please. Cum all over my cock again, please Noona, please.”

YN clenches around him, a cry of pleasure escaping her as she cums again. Hyunjin doesn’t stop—in fact, quite the opposite. The overstimulation quickly takes over her, as she moves her hand down toward Hyunjin’s lower belly, her legs trembling.

���Too much—stop I… it’s—fuck, Hyunjin!” she stammers, her eyes rolling back. “What? You’re going to cum again, Noona?” She doesn’t respond, her head pressing into the bed, muffling her moans as she cums once again.

“Fuck—Noona!” Hyunjin says as she tightens around him once more. He immediately pulls out, resting his cock on her ass. A long moan escapes him as he cums all over her back.

His cum drips down her spine while she remains motionless, breathless on the bed.

Neither of them speaks for a long moment, too overwhelmed by what just happened.

“Are you… still with me…?” Hyunjin timidly asks Yn, who hasn’t moved for several minutes. “Hum,” she simply replies, unable to speak clearly. “Let’s get showering then. Again.”

[…]

The next day.

10:57.

“Hummmm” Yn moves against her bed, hiding her face against Hyunjin’s neck as someone knocks on her door.

Hyunjin hides his head under the blanket, frustrated that his sleep is interrupted like that.

Yn finally gets up, sighing, while Hyunjin’s arms wrap around her waist.

She still gets up and heads toward her door.

In front of her, a man she doesn’t know faces her. Hair more or less long, pale, not very tall but not very short, somewhat muscular.

“You must be Yn?” he says first as she leans against her door. “Hum?” she says, uninterested, just wanting to go back to sleep.

The night was long, very long and very short at the same time. All she wanted was to sleep all day before her sleep got interrupted.

“Nice to meet you. Uh, my name is Chan, a friend of Hyunjin. Hyunjin’s not home. Is he here?” She doesn’t have time to answer when heavy footsteps are heard behind her.

The front door opens a little wider as Hyunjin arrives behind her, only wearing shorts. “Hyung?”

Chan doesn’t care about his attire, as a half-angry, half-relieved look appears on his face. “Why don’t you answer when we call you?! Did you forget we have a plane to catch?!”

Hyunjin doesn’t answer right away, scratching his arm. “A plane?” Little by little, he realizes he has to leave in the morning. Which totally slipped his mind.

Yn sighs, stepping around Hyunjin, uninterested in the conversation, just wanting to catch up on her sleep.

After a while, she hears the front door close. And just as she started to emerge from her sleep, about fifteen minutes later someone rings her door again.

She groans, frustrated, heading again toward it, opening it, and this time finding Hyunjin.

“I’m sorry to wake you. It’s just that… I’m leaving for several weeks so…” He suddenly becomes nervous in front of her, cheeks red. He doesn’t really know what to do or how to react after last night.

“Can I… Can I kiss you?” he asks, avoiding her gaze.

She sighs, moving closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, and resting her head on his chest. “I didn’t brush my teeth.” She simply says as Hyunjin freezes.

He finally wraps his arms around her shoulders and rests his cheek on her head, holding her tighter. “We will talk when you’re back. Promise.” She says with a sigh, eyes closed against him.

He doesn’t answer, just enjoying the embrace she gives him. “I better go before Chan-Hyung comes to pull me by the hair… but I will text you every day and… I will call you.”

She nods, pulling away from him, lifting her gaze to his.

She throws him a smile before kissing his cheek.

He turns away reluctantly, taking the stairs to leave, while Yn closes the door with the sole and unique goal of sleeping.

[luvxzaa]

You know that, a part of me want to think that I.n didn’t had a girlfriend in his life, or 2 max, but there is this part we’re I’m persuaded that this man know what his doing, and if he want a girl, he can have this girl…😔

But anyways I have to finish the one shot about Hyunjin and Changbin…😬

[luvxzaa]

KIM SEUNGMIN

He just here for you when you’re not feeling well.

Genre : soft. Warning : none. WC : 1456

Yn is a member of Stray Kids. She was born exactly on the same day as Seungmin, just a few hours apart, which immediately brought them closer. In fact, the two are nicknamed the twins of Stray Kids.

They’re literally always together. In interviews? Always side by side. On stage during talks? Next to each other too, sometimes lost in their own world, laughing at everything and nothing.

And of course, Yn is Seungmin’s favorite target. He never misses a chance to tease her—about anything and everything.

That’s just their relationship. To STAYs, they’re twins. To the other members, they’re probably the evil couple of the group.

Individually, Seungmin is cruel and Yn is reasonable. But together? No one wants to be up against them.

And yet, sometimes this couple remains a mystery.

The fact that, when they’re alone together without cameras or anything, they often sit next to each other, most of the time silently looking at each other’s phones.

Or sometimes they’re next to each other, acting like they haven’t been together since the beginning.

What surprises Felix the most—who shares the same dorm with them—is that they act more like roommates than a couple.

The fact that he never sees them behave like a couple surprises him more than anything else. The fact that they sleep in separate rooms too.

The two always insist that it doesn’t necessarily mean anything, and that they each want their own space.

Like, for example, the fact that their decorations are completely opposite—Seungmin has a gaming setup, while she has a vanity, etc…

But despite everything, one can hardly live without the other. They’re always there for each other, especially in the hardest times—like now.

Yn hasn’t left her room all day. She ignored all the group messages, and the private ones. She’s just not in the mood.

Seungmin, worried because he hasn’t heard from her all day, walks to her room and knocks softly.

He waited until Felix went out to eat with Hyunjin.

After several seconds, since Yn doesn’t answer, Seungmin eventually walks into the dark room. “Bubs?” he says softly.

Yn doesn’t turn around. She stays curled up in her bed, staring at her phone which gives off a faint glow.

Seungmin quietly approaches her, placing a hand on her arm as he sits on the bed.

She flinches slightly, taking out an earbud—she hadn’t heard him. “You scared me…” she says, sitting up slightly. “Sorry. I didn’t see you all morning, it worried me.”

She gives him a small smile as she sits up, hugging him with her arms and head around his neck. “Sorry. I woke up early, took a shower, then went back to bed,” she says against his neck, while he returns the hug, sensing that something’s wrong.

“Did you eat?” he asks, gently rubbing her back. She shakes her head no, hiding her face further in his neck. Seungmin sighs, tightening his embrace a bit. “You can cry, Bubs. I’m here,” he says simply.

And the next second, a few tears roll down Yn’s cheeks. He doesn’t know why, but for now that doesn’t matter—he just strokes her hair.

After a while, she pulls back, lowering her head and wiping her tears. “Do you want me to order food?” She shakes her head again, turning toward her nightstand to grab some tissues. “I want noodles…” “Then we’ll have noodles,” he replies instantly, getting up and pulling her up with him.

She groans in protest but still follows him as he places his hands on her shoulders to gently guide her ahead of him.

She sits on the counter, watching him boil the water for the noodles and put two servings in to cook.

He then turns to her, stepping between her legs, placing his hands on her thighs. “What’s wrong, Bubs?” he asks softly, looking at her.

Yn sighs and looks away, hiding her face in his neck as he wraps his arms around her waist. “I don’t know, I…” She goes silent again, her eyes tearing up once more. “I just feel this pressure in my chest… and I can’t let it out, it’s frustrating…”

She breathes heavily, and her boyfriend holds her tighter. “I’m sorry…” she says, still not pulling away from him.

He, on the contrary, gently pulls her face away from his neck and softly wipes her tears. “Why are you apologizing? We’ll find a way to help you let go… don’t worry.”

She nods as he gives her a few quick kisses on the lips. “You’re a strong woman, Yn. Don’t worry… it’s just… this time of the year,” he says simply.

She nods again, the tears still running down her cheeks—but now with her boyfriend’s support. “And… in moments like this, I’m here, okay? You can come to my room, or I can come to yours. That doesn’t matter,” he says, hugging her again.

She breathes deeply as she wraps her arms around his waist, and he does the same. “I love my pups,” she says against his ear. He smiles against her skin as he pulls away slightly to bring his lips to hers.

The two kiss slowly, but don’t really get to enjoy it before a horrified groan echoes. “I swear I didn’t want to see that…” they hear.

Turning their heads, they find a horrified Jeongin standing there, holding a paper bag.

“And why are you here?” Seungmin asks, sighing as he pulls his hands away from Yn’s cheeks. She sniffles and looks away, discreetly wiping her face. “Felix said I could come. I grabbed food for Nonna, ‘cause he said she didn’t eat today,” he says, putting the bag on the counter.

“But I prefer when you’re not acting like a couple…” Yn laughs as she turns to him. “You literally grew up with us being a couple…” “Yeah, but now you’re like… couple-ing in front of me,” he replies immediately, motioning at them with his hand to illustrate.

Yn laughs again as she climbs down from the counter, Seungmin’s hands still on her hips. She slips out of his grasp and walks toward Jeongin to give him a forced hug. “Give me a hug, please…” she says. But true to himself—despite her being his favorite—Jeongin tries to escape to avoid any “skin ship.”

Seungmin smiles faintly at the scene, quietly relieved that she’s starting to feel better.

[luvxzaa]

YANG JEONGIN

Yn and Jeongin are bestfriend, but one day, something change between us, when Yn see Jeongin lied to her.

Genre : Soft. Warning : None, that supposed to be an angsty, but I didn’t have the cardio for that so…. WC : 2648.

Jeongin was the first person who approached Yn, when they were still in elementary school.

She was new, different, with an accent, and many made fun of her. She often fought, cried a lot, and no one wanted to get close to her.

But Jeongin did. One day during study time, he sat next to her in silence, eating his snack. Since then, they’ve never let go of each other.

It’s been over ten years now. And Yn is terribly in love with him.

And it’s not like it’s a secret to anyone who matters. Quite the opposite.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” Yn says to Jeongin as he just entered their high school. “Hello to you too, Yn,” he says with a sigh as he walks toward their classroom.

Yn sighs with a laugh, facing yet another rejection, as she starts gossiping with him like nothing happened.

But upon entering the classroom, Yn was so absorbed by what she was saying that she didn’t notice the intense look Jeongin exchanged with that girl.

[…]

“What do you want to eat for lunch?” Yn asks Jeongin after the bell rings, turning to him. “Sorry, I promised Seungmin I’d eat with him today.”

She nods at his words, not particularly sad about it, and simply starts packing her things as he does the same.

They leave the classroom together, talking, but they end up taking separate paths, with her heading to the cafeteria and him going the other way.

Except when she arrives at the cafeteria, she realizes she completely forgot her lunch card in her bag.

She sighs and quickly turns back. When she gets to her classroom, she’s about to open the door but her eyes get caught on the window on it.

Inside the classroom, she sees Jeongin, sitting in his seat, with that girl in front of him. Emy.

She frowns slightly when she sees them placing a lunchbox together. Not out of jealousy, but simply because it means Jeongin lied to her.

The moment she was about to enter and confront her best friend, she freezes immediately.

Emy grabs Jeongin’s hand with a smile. He stops talking and turns to her, smiling even more.

He leans his head toward hers, and quickly, their lips move in sync.

Something breaks in Yn’s heart as her breath catches.

He’s in a relationship?

He lied about eating with Seungmin to eat with her.

He’s in a relationship?

He lied so he wouldn’t eat with her.

He’s in a relationship?

Yn slowly lets go of the door handle, feeling her eyes fill with tears. She takes several steps back, then completely turns around and rushes off, holding her heart through her uniform.

He’s in a relationship.

Yn didn’t go back to class for the rest of the day.

She hid in the art room, where no one ever goes, head in her arms, crying.

Why? Because of the lies? Or because he’s in a relationship?

She couldn’t stop herself from asking herself a million questions. Since when? Why didn’t he tell her? Why did he lie?

Because even though she asks him every day to date her, and even tries awkward flirting, she knows he doesn’t take her seriously.

So it hurts. It hurts terribly.

[…]

Yn waited for the classroom to empty out before going back in to grab her phone that was on the teacher’s desk, still in its pouch.

She also noticed that her things were no longer on her desk.

She sighed, not paying much attention to it for now, and simply turned to head home.

When she finally arrived home, she had to take a long shower to calm down and stop herself from crying again.

Then she went to eat, because not having eaten since morning— even if she pretends— her hunger welcomed her with open arms.

She then went up to her room claiming she had homework to do. But she just lay down on her bed, with her earphones in, and fell asleep.

She woke up once in the night. As usual.

She grabbed her phone and checked her notifications.

A bunch of messages from Jeongin asking why she wasn’t there and why she wasn’t replying.

She sighed seeing his messages but simply left him on read before scrolling a bit through social media.

She ended up plugging her phone in and went back to sleep, heart heavy.

[…]

“Mom, I’m leaving!” Yn says quickly, still chewing her food as she puts on her shoes by the door.

She grabs her phone and starts typing on it as she walks out of the house.

“Ah. I thought I was waiting forever.” She freezes as she lifts her head, locking eyes with Jeongin. “I came to bring you your bag before heading to school. Why didn’t you come yesterday?”

Yn swallows hard looking at him, then grabs her bag by the tips of her fingers. “Thanks…” she says almost in a whisper, starting to walk out of her building. “Are you okay?” Jeongin asks, walking toward her, sensing her strange behavior.

“Yeah.” She says simply, eyes fixed on her phone.

Jeongin doesn’t push further, watching her with a frown, sensing something’s wrong.

And the walk to school was the same vibe. Jeongin tried a few times to talk, but she always answered coldly.

When they got to class, Yn dropped her things at her seat, then went to her group of friends.

Jeongin watched her, still not understanding her sudden change in behavior.

And she stayed like that the whole day, always finding excuses not to eat with him or go home with him.

Jeongin thought it would pass, but the rest of the week, she was even more distant. He tried talking to her, but she just denied everything.

Jeongin even talked to Seungmin about it, who told him he probably did something that hurt her.

So, during a lunch break, he dragged her into the always-empty art room.

She sighed, leaning against a table, avoiding his gaze. “We’re alone now. Can you tell me what’s going on?” he says, trying to meet her eyes in vain. “There’s nothing, I told you. I’m hungry, I want to eat.”

Jeongin replies immediately, “Let’s eat together then.”

Yn bites her lips and stands up straight to finally look at him.

“No. No, I don’t want that Jeongin. I don’t want to eat with you, or spend my afternoon at your place, or even go home with you!”

Jeongin looks hurt by her words, shocked that she raised her voice like that. “What’s going on with you? What did I do to make you so mad at me? You have to tell me Yn, because you’re my best friend, and I don’t want to lose you.”

Yn looks at him before a joyless laugh escapes her lips.

“That’s the point…” she says almost whispering.

She lifts her gaze to him, now filled with tears.

“How am I supposed to tell you that…” she says more to herself, biting her lip.

“I’m sorry. For what I’ve done to you. But don’t ruin our friendship…please…”

She looks at him, a tear rolling down her cheek.

“Jeongin. You…I just need time…I… I need to accept a lot of things…just… give me some time…” she says, wiping her cheek, and slipping out of the room.

Jeongin watches her leave, gaze heavy. He thought he’d get answers to his questions, but he only feels more lost.

He leaves the room too, heading back to class where Emy is already waiting for him.

“You okay? You took a while,” she says with a small smile.

He puts on a mask and sits beside her like nothing happened.

“Everything’s fine. Don’t worry.”

[…]

After their conversation, Jeongin really gave Yn time. He gave her a lot of time, watching her from afar laugh and live with her other friends.

He didn’t talk to her once, thinking it would only make things worse.

On his side, he lived his life too, going out on weekends with Emy if he could. Or just hanging out with the boys, although he only talked about the situation with Seungmin, who couldn’t figure out what was going on either.

That day, Seungmin was outside with Felix and Jeongin, eating ice cream and enjoying the sun.

As Jeongin was explaining the situation to Felix, the latter stopped him, frowning.

“But… isn’t that Emy over there?” he said, pointing toward a park.

There, they saw Emy sitting on a bench, a big smile on her face, arms around another guy.

“Didn’t you say she was going to her grandma’s today?” Seungmin asked, turning to Jeongin.

“Yes, because she’s supposed to be there,” he said, pulling out his phone.

Felix and Seungmin exchanged awkward looks while Jeongin sent a message asking Emy where she was.

“We can go see her…” Felix said.

Jeongin looked up at him, while behind him, Seungmin shook his head, not wanting to go.

“Let’s wait for her reply to see what she says.”

He didn’t answer right away, because at that moment, Emy replied saying she was eating at her grandma’s.

“Forget it. Let’s go,” he said without much conviction, turning his back to Emy.

That evening, Jeongin sat at his desk, notebooks open in front of him.

He looked away from the lines he was writing when his phone vibrated. Emy.

He stared at his phone for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and answered.

Phone call: Emy🫣🩷

Emy — Hello?

Jeongin — hm?

Emy — You okay? We didn’t talk all day, felt weird…

Jeongin’s gaze drifted at the hypocritical tone of his girlfriend, his thoughts going back to Yn.

Jeongin — I guess… You were busy today?

Emy — Oh, you know, afternoons at grandma’s are always… hectic.

Jeongin said nothing, letting her talk about her day, even though he could feel the lie from miles away.

He hated lies.

On her side, Yn was lying on her bed, frozen in front of the message Jeongin sent a few minutes earlier.

She had more or less been able to “breathe” these past weeks without her best friend. Long, hard weeks.

And she didn’t even really know if she was still mad.

She didn’t know if she was mad about the lie, or hurt that the man she loved was with someone else.

A new sigh left her lips when she got another notification.

She stared at the message, unsure of what to do.

And that’s how, ten minutes later, she found herself sitting in front of her house in pajamas, with Jeongin beside her.

Both sipping on cans Jeongin bought.

He sighed, looking down, then turned to her.

“You… saw me when I said I was eating with Seungmin? That’s why you’re mad?”

She didn’t reply right away. She sipped her drink and then nodded.

“I’m sorry for lying…”

“I’m sorry for reacting like that…” she replied immediately.

He turned his head smiling, drinking his soda.

She sighed, resting her head on his shoulder like she used to.

“I was mad because you lied, yes, but… it made me realize that you don’t love me the way I love you, Jeongin.”

He lowered his head to look at her, surprised by her confession, as she nervously played with her can.

“But I don’t want that to change anything between us. I don’t want to lose my best friend,” she said, a lump in her throat.

Jeongin placed his can on the ground and turned toward her cross-legged, forcing her to look at him.

“I, uh… I broke up with Emy.”

Yn looked at him, shocked, about to ask why, but he didn’t let her speak.

“Because she cheated. Well, she cheated on her boyfriend with me,” he said.

“But… these past few weeks were different because you weren’t there. And I don’t know… I started missing the way you flirted with me every day, the way you asked me out… just, the feeling of you.”

She looked at him, speechless, unsure how to take that.

“And… I’m scared, of being wrong. I hate being wrong, but I really want to believe I have feelings for you, Yn…” he confessed, cheeks red.

Yn looked at him a long time, then sighed.

“Wow,” she said simply, in awe.

“Wow?” he asked, confused.

“I mean… Of course I want to! But I didn’t expect it and… Wow… it’s just—”

She stopped when Jeongin gently brushed his fingers against hers.

“Yn. Calm down. Just breathe,” he said, laughing as he leaned back against the wall.

She watched him, then followed his movement and rested her head on his shoulder.

“So… what does this mean… for us?” she asked timidly.

Jeongin took her hand again, squeezing it tightly.

“Let’s go on a date tomorrow. If it goes well, you have to become my girlfriend.”

She laughed and nodded, smiling brightly.

The current picture is just beautiful. Two best friends sitting side by side, with that soft, fresh atmosphere.

There’s probably no moment more beautiful than this one.

Because they’re reunited, finally, once again—

But in a new way this time.

The right way.

[luvxzaa]

LEE MINHO

When a simple quarrel between you and Minho turns into something else.

Genre : soft. Warning : none. WC : 716

“I only asked you one thing, Minho! It’s not like I asked you for the moon!”

It’s been a good ten minutes now that Minho and Yn have been arguing in an empty studio.

The two of them haven’t been getting along for a while now. Ever since they signed a two-year contract to pretend to be a couple. Not by choice, unfortunately.

And their interactions were brief, very brief. But for once, Yn needed him, and she had kindly asked him to come have lunch with her at noon, because one of her exes had planned to show up at the same place with her new girlfriend.

Except he didn’t show up.

The result? She was openly humiliated in the small restaurant.

So, the first thing she did when she came back to JYPE was to find her fake boyfriend, and now they’re in this studio, alone, arguing.

“I forgot, it wasn’t on purpose! I have way more important things to do than eat with you, Yn.”

Yn slightly pulls her head back at his words, the anger still burning in her lungs.

“You’re such a fucking asshole, Minho.”

He simply shrugs, putting his hands in his pockets.

“And when will you understand that I don’t give a damn what you think of me? Do you still not get how much of a burden you are to me?”

Yn says nothing, hurt despite herself by his words. Because she hadn’t asked for any of this—absolutely nothing. She would have preferred not to be in this situation. This whole thing makes her anxious and uncomfortable just as much as it does for him, but she’s nowhere near as unpleasant as he is.

With her head down, laughing emotionlessly at what he just said, her gaze freezes slightly as she lifts her eyes and sees Minho’s eyes roaming over the top half of her body.

To be fair, it’s really hot outside. So Yn had just thrown on a tank top with some jeans. Nothing else. And seeing Minho’s gaze on her, she doesn’t think much—her lips just start moving.

“What?”

Minho instantly looks back up at her, meeting her gaze.

“Do my shoulders provoke you?”

The atmosphere in the room shifts instantly, Minho’s gaze hardening at her.

“Does my chest? And my… my stomach?” she says, stepping toward him, while he backs up until he’s pressed against the desk.

“My hips?”

She moves so close to him she can feel his breath on her skin. Their eyes haven’t left each other for a second as she deliberately provokes him.

“The body I was born with?” she asks in a whisper, leaning closer toward him.

Their lips are no longer far apart—if either of them gave in, they’d kiss.

Minho grips the edge of the desk so tightly his knuckles turn white. She lowers her gaze to his lips for just a second, then brings it back to his eyes.

“But… I thought I was a burden to you?”

Minho’s expression changes immediately as she slowly steps back, then walks out of the room, still fuming.

Minho exhales a huge breath of air, realizing he hadn’t even noticed he’d stopped breathing all that time.

He runs a hand over his face and curses before leaving the room himself, trying to escape the heavy atmosphere Yn left behind.

Maybe he went too far this time.

[luvxzaa]

LEE FELIX

You were just supposed to do an exchange year in Korea.

Genre : Soft. Warning : None. WC : 1187.

At first, Yn had come to Korea for one year. For a work-study program. She did a university exchange in the hope of boosting her CV and career a bit more.

That’s how she became the intern for JYPE’s digital team.

Of course, she had learned Korean beforehand. It took her quite some time and a lot of patience, and even though she’s not really confident when she speaks, she doesn’t really have a choice.

The beginning at JYPE was quite stressful. The company is huge and very important, so suddenly becoming an intern here is complicated.

And even though her colleagues introduced her to everyone and immediately made her feel comfortable, it was difficult at first. Very difficult.

Her shyness quickly took over, and instead of laughing with the idols like her coworkers did, she often kept her head down and spoke little.

She often had her earphones in, with her tablet or laptop, diving into her work.

Everyone, except those she worked with, found her cold and a bit arrogant. But anyone who works with her will tell you she’s cheerful and smiling. She’s just shy.

And somehow, Felix managed to see that. He managed to approach her, talk to her, make her less shy, and even a bit more open.

How? He doesn’t even know himself. All he knows is that within a few weeks, she became a good colleague.

Then quickly, a good friend. Then, he woke up every morning with the only desire to see her and laugh with her.

The “privilege” only he had.

And of course, he managed to make her share that feeling. He doesn’t even know how he did it, but one day, he nervously and terribly asked her to go out to eat with him.

The next day he went to see Chan, all excited to tell him that he’s now dating her. And of course, he was happy. But he still warned him and told him to be careful.

So, for several months, they lived their couple life, hiding it from both fans and work.

Except that the year is coming to an end, and Yn has to return to her country. She has to leave Korea, the memories she created, her boyfriend. Everything.

With a bitter taste in his mouth, Felix organized an evening for them.

First, they went to the cinema to watch a movie, then he privatized an aquarium so they could have a picnic in front of the fish.

After they finished eating and tidied up the area, they just sat in front of the aquarium, in silence.

Felix was holding her hand while she had her knees pulled up to her chest. He had one leg bent while the other was stretched out on the ground.

The silence was comfortable, but they both knew it was their last evening before she left.

“I don’t… I don’t want you to go…” he finally said, lowering his head. Yn didn’t answer right away and simply turned to him. “That’s okay, love… I will… I’ll come during my holidays and… we’ll call each other every day,” she said with shining eyes as she sat facing him.

He looked up at her, biting his lower lip, visibly unsatisfied with her answer. “And what if… you came to live here? Work here and… I don’t know…” She smiled sadly while looking at him, then lowered her gaze to his fingers, which she began to play with. “But I didn’t finish my studies…”

Felix sighed, knowing she was right, and that there wasn’t really a way for her to stay longer.

She looked at him for a long time, then leaned forward to rest her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “But… I have one year left,” she said as she closed her eyes against his skin. “If everything goes well between us by then… maybe I could consider coming to work here?” she finally declared, lifting her gaze to him.

His pupils dilated slightly, and a big smile appeared on his face. He held her much tighter, resting his chin on her head.

The next evening, they were both at the airport, as she had to leave in a few minutes.

She was dressed comfortably, just sweatpants and a tank top, and he had put a cap on her head to reduce the chance of being seen.

“I’m gonna have to leave, Lixie…” she said, turning toward him. He nodded with a sigh, standing up and taking both her hands to walk her over.

Once they arrived at the place where they had to say goodbye, she stood in front of him, biting her lip a little, tears in her eyes. “No need to cry… it’s just a matter of one year, hm?” She nodded while laughing as he pulled her into a big hug. “Gonna miss seeing your face every day.”

He stepped back from her, looking into her bright eyes. Felix sighed before grabbing her cheeks and pressing his lips against hers.

They didn’t care if they were recognized in that moment—what mattered was that his girlfriend was leaving for an entire year.

“Just a matter of one year,” she said as she pulled back from him. He nodded, giving her one last long kiss on the forehead before she stepped away from him to board.

And he didn’t move. He stayed there watching her go, smiling and waving one last time.

And he only returned to the dorm once her plane had taken off.

Just a matter of one year.

[luvxzaa]

HAN JISUNG

Han can’t just stop looking at you on his own concert.

Genre : Soft. Warning : None. WC : 890

Yn isn’t really a STAY. Just a big sister willing to spend ridiculous amounts of money to make her little sister happy.

That’s how she ended up, on a day off, at a Stray Kids soundcheck, VIP badge around her neck and a crossbody bag slung over her shoulder.

Next to her, her little sister is bouncing with excitement, eyes sparkling, eager to see the members step on stage. Yn, meanwhile, is leaning casually against the barrier, a book open in her hands, flipping distractedly through the pages while waiting for the show to start.

The night before, her sister had given her a full-on crash course: names, group roles, fun facts of all kinds. A real PowerPoint, passion-style. And like any proper fan, she had ended with the classic question:

“So? Who’s your bias?”

Seeing Yn’s confused expression, she clarified: “The one you like the most.”

Yn had shrugged and pointed at the one she thought was, objectively, the most handsome. Her sister had then handed her a plushie of him, triumphantly, as if she had just recruited her into a very soft, very loud cult.

A little later, when she heard the fans around her scream, she put her book away and looked up, glancing at her little sister.

For the rest of the soundcheck, she copied her sister’s moves: she waved the lightstick, nodded her head to the rhythm of the music, and occasionally replied to messages in her friend group chat.

Without her realizing, Han kept glancing at her insistently throughout the performance.

And just before leaving the hall to return later when it would be full, he gave her one last look—which she caught but didn’t think much of.

[…]

The concert is in full swing. The members have already performed several songs, nailed most of their choreographies, and even walked out toward the audience at certain points.

During one of the songs, as the members roam the stage singing and reading some of the fans’ signs, Han crouches down right in front of Yn and her sister.

Her sister’s reaction is instant: she gets all excited and waves cheerfully at him. Han laughs, waves back, visibly delighted to see her holding a Han Quokka plushie.

Then his gaze shifts to Yn. He tilts his head to the side, pouts, and points at the Chan plushie attached to her shirt.

“Why am I not your bias?” — she manages to read on his lips. She laughs, simply shrugging.

“He is the more handsome,” she mouths back.

Han seems to understand. He clutches his chest with both hands and mimics collapsing to the floor, causing both Yn and the surrounding fans to burst into laughter. He smiles, proud to have gotten a reaction from her, then straightens up and walks off to sing his verse.

And yet, Yn can’t quite take her eyes off him. Her heart skips a little when she’s almost certain she sees him whisper something into Chan’s ear, while pointing discreetly at her.

Toward the end of the concert, during the final song, everything “clicks.”

Yn smiles at a message her friend just sent, distracted by the energy around her. But when her sister’s screams and the fans around her grow louder, she lifts her head.

Han is heading their way. He stops right in front of her, climbs onto a small platform, and starts singing.

When his verse ends, he lowers his gaze to her, ignoring the screams, the lights, the cameras now focused on them. And with a laugh, he takes off one of his rings and hands it to her, before turning away again to film more fans.

Her little sister screams in her ear, thrilled to have seen her bias up close, while Yn stares, stunned by the gesture.

And the last real “interaction” they had was at the very end of the concert, during the final speech, when he barely took his eyes off her.

She, on the other hand, carefully avoided his gaze, now feeling small and strangely intimidated under it.

On the way home, Yn’s sister couldn’t stop buzzing from the adrenaline. She even shed a few tears. Then came the inevitable question:

“So what are you going to do with the ring? I’m surprised he gave it to you. Maybe he’s in love with you,” she teased, laughing.

Yn shook her head, unimpressed.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I can’t even wear it at work…”

“Then give it to me,” her sister jumped in, instantly holding out her hand.

“In your dreams.”

She pouted for fun, diving back into her phone while Yn sat there, still a little dazed.

[luvxzaa]

CHRISTOPHER BAHNG

He just came into your room to talk to you, originally.

Genre : soft. Warning : 9th member WC : 680

The rain pounds furiously against the small window in the ceiling of Yn’s room, while she lies in bed with her leader.

She had originally been sitting at her desk, producing music more for herself, since she hasn’t posted any music she created on her own.

He had come in just to talk to her, but the two of them ended up in her bed. He climbed the few steps in her huge room and lay down on his back on the bed with a loud sigh, and she simply joined him.

The two of them don’t have any particular relationship, aside from being in the same group, and therefore more or less like family.

But there’s always been that unspoken tension between them, probably since she joined.

So, here they are. Chan now lying on his side, his arm stretched out and his eyes closed. Yn is lying on his arm, in the middle of the bed, her gaze turned toward him. They’re so close she can feel his breath on her—he’s not asleep, not yet.

Her hand has been resting against his hair for several minutes, and she started stroking it slowly, without him complaining—quite the opposite, actually.

His breathing grew slightly faster, but he simply accepted the caresses his member was giving him. A soft atmosphere floats through the room. A gentle ambiance filled with unspoken words.

But as Yn keeps her gaze fixed on his face, her right hand still in his hair, she finally dares to open her mouth, and almost whispers: “Nobody gets me… like you.” She doesn’t even know why she said it—the words just slipped out on their own.

The truth is, her arrival in the group had been extremely difficult, both for STAYs and for the members. She originally came in to replace Woojin’s departure, which was poorly received by fans.

As for the members, who had cried over their friend leaving, they found themselves having to start over again with a new person.

Concerts were hard, too—she was just there, smiling, doing the dances, and during interactions she would simply watch the others speak while smiling.

The worst part was probably interviews, and many times she held back tears when the only question they’d ask was, “How does it feel to join a male group to replace a former member?” And the fact that she wasn’t from Korea, and wasn’t even Korean, made things worse—the way she didn’t understand much, except for English.

But Chan had been there. He was hurt too, of course, by the member’s departure, but despite everything, he helped her integrate—into the country, the group, and society in general.

So when Chan heard what she said, he slowly opened his eyes, immediately meeting hers.

A silent eye contact forms between them, led only by the sound of the rain, as her movements don’t stop.

And that’s when everything changed. Chan brings his large hand to Yn’s cheek, and slightly leans in until his forehead rests against hers, their gazes still intertwined.

Then, he finally closes his eyes, as his lips meet hers. He kisses her slowly, trying to convey all the unspoken feelings he’s never really dared to express.

And she, she accepts it—all of it. Their lips melt together, in this soft atmosphere offered by the rain. The lights are off, except for the glow from her computer.

Chan runs his hand through Yn’s hair, letting out a soft sigh as he deepens the kiss between them.

He eventually pulls away slowly, looking her in the eyes. But instead of stopping there, he presses several kisses to her lips, making them both laugh softly between kisses.

“Just—smack—don’t think too much about that—smack.”

She looks at him with a smile, then kisses him once more on the lips before pulling away like nothing happened, continuing to stroke his hair.

This time, he watches her do it, his hand on her arm, before finally closing his eyes completely, ready to sleep.

It wasn’t planned. He was supposed to go back to his dorm, but… something unexpected happened.

[luvxzaa]

LEE KNOW

You’re a staff member,and, is your boss, technically.

Genre : Soft. Warning : none. WC : 3000

It started with the eyeliner.

She was brushing it delicately along his lashline, careful and focused, unaware that he hadn’t blinked in five full seconds.

“Can you relax your face a bit?” she murmured, her voice soft but firm.

He blinked. “Sorry.”

She smiled without looking at him.

Minho stared at that smile like it was a secret she didn’t know she was telling.

⸻

Seungmin noticed it before anyone else.

Not because Minho said anything — he never did — but because of the way his eyes lingered. On her hands. On her reflection in the mirror. On the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she leaned in to retouch his foundation.

Minho never flirted. He barely even spoke. But when she was in the room, he came alive in the subtlest ways — like a flower turning toward sunlight that wasn’t even meant for him.

And every time she laughed at something one of the others said, Minho looked down.

Like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to smile too.

⸻

“You like her,” Seungmin said bluntly one evening in the van.

Minho froze, one earbud halfway in. “What?”

“The makeup noona. YN.”

Minho scoffed. “I don’t.”

Seungmin rolled his eyes. “Hyung. You literally hold your breath when she’s near you.”

Minho looked out the window. “She’s just… nice.”

“You’re in love with ‘nice,’ then.”

Minho didn’t respond. Didn’t deny it again.

Just leaned his head against the glass and closed his eyes.

⸻

Love crept in slowly.

Like the way she remembered how he hated heavy lip tints and always used a softer one on him. The way she warmed her hands before touching his face in winter. The way she once whispered, “You did well today,” while fixing a stray strand of hair before a shoot.

He’d never heard those words when he needed them most. Not like that. Not with that softness.

He was quiet. So was she. But their silences matched in a way that made him ache.

Still, he said nothing. Did nothing.

Because idols don’t fall in love with staff.

Because she had no idea she was everything to him.

⸻

One night, he caught her laughing with Changbin in the hallway, smacking his shoulder playfully as she teased him about his hair color.

Minho watched from the corner — expression unreadable, jaw tight.

Seungmin stood beside him, arms crossed.

“You’re going to kill yourself if you keep bottling it up,” he muttered.

Minho didn’t look at him. “She wouldn’t be allowed to see me like that.”

“You don’t even talk to her, hyung.”

“I know.”

⸻

He started avoiding her chair.

Asked another stylist if he could be switched. Said it was because she always used that BB cream he didn’t like. It was a lie, of course — he just couldn’t stand being close enough to fall deeper, knowing she was never his to begin with.

But she still smiled at him in the hall. Still offered him a warm pack for his stiff neck before pre-recordings. Still made sure his mic tape didn’t tug on his skin.

Like nothing had changed.

Because for her, nothing had.

⸻

He only let himself look when she wasn’t watching.

During lunch breaks, when she was across the room scrolling her phone with a half-eaten sandwich on the table. Or when she fixed a member’s collar and laughed at something someone said. Or when she sat on the floor during long rehearsals, arms curled around her knees, tired but quietly present.

Minho memorized the slope of her nose, the curve of her jaw, the way her lips parted when she concentrated.

Seungmin caught him doing it again one day.

“You’re not hiding it as well as you think.”

Minho didn’t even pretend to deny it this time.

“I know.”

⸻

The moment that broke him was small.

He’d been quiet during a group shoot. Quiet even for him. She noticed, of course — she always did.

After their last take, while the staff was packing up, she came up to him and offered a hot canned coffee.

He blinked.

“You looked tired,” she said simply. “This one’s your favorite, right?”

He took it from her slowly, fingers brushing hers.

“Thank you,” he whispered, voice low.

She smiled — just a little — then turned back toward the makeup table.

He didn’t drink the coffee. Just held it in both hands, like something sacred.

⸻

Later that night, in the dorm, Minho stood by the kitchen sink staring out the window.

Seungmin leaned against the counter beside him, chewing on a protein bar.

“Just ask her out.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“She’s staff. We’d both get in trouble.”

A pause.

“You’re scared.”

Minho let out a breath. “I’d rather love her silently than risk losing what little I have.”

Seungmin nodded slowly.

“That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.”

⸻

And still, the days passed.

Minho loved her in the softest ways — never loudly, never openly.

He sat straighter when she entered the room. Smiled to himself when she hummed while cleaning her brushes. Lingered near the makeup chairs after everyone left, just to sit where she once stood.

She never knew.

Or maybe she did — and waited.

But he couldn’t speak. Not yet.

Maybe never.

And she never asked why he couldn’t meet her eyes anymore.

______

It was the third time that week.

Minho stayed in his chair long after makeup had finished. The staff had already begun packing, some of the members trickling out toward the studio. But he lingered, chin in his palm, eyes fixed on her — barely moving, barely breathing.

And once again, Seungmin saw it.

He approached silently and leaned in.

“You’re going to ruin yourself,” he muttered. “She’s not a dream, hyung. She’s a person. She’s right there.”

Minho didn’t respond. Just blinked slowly, lips parted, like someone caught mid-thought and afraid to wake up.

Seungmin narrowed his eyes. “You’re going to lose your mind if you don’t say something.”

“I’d rather keep her safe than say something wrong.”

“She’s not porcelain. She’s not going to break just because you feel something.”

“She’s staff. I’m an idol.”

Seungmin stepped back, visibly frustrated. “You’re also a human being. And from the way she looks at you when you’re not paying attention? I think she already knows.”

That finally got Minho to turn.

“What?”

Seungmin smirked faintly. “You’re not as subtle as you think.”

⸻

The next day, she was alone in the dressing room. Everyone else had gone down to eat. She was restocking lip tints when she felt someone stop just behind her.

She turned slowly, heart skipping.

Minho stood there, stiff and pale, holding a pack of vitamin water awkwardly in both hands.

“For you,” he mumbled.

She blinked. “What?”

He looked down. “You said last time your head hurt because you hadn’t drunk anything. This one’s the flavor you like, right?”

Her lips parted. “You… remembered that?”

He nodded — barely.

“Thank you,” she said softly, taking it from him. Their fingers didn’t touch, but the space between them thrummed.

He lingered — looked like he wanted to say more.

But then Seungmin walked in.

The moment shattered.

Minho cleared his throat, turned around, and left like he was fleeing a fire.

⸻

Later that night, Seungmin found her outside the building, leaning against a railing, half-finished vitamin water in hand.

“You okay?” he asked.

She glanced over and smiled faintly. “I think Minho’s scared of me.”

Seungmin laughed dryly. “He’s terrified.”

She raised a brow. “Why?”

He hesitated.

Then: “Because he likes you so much it’s ruining him.”

She went still.

Seungmin looked at her carefully. “He thinks he’ll get you in trouble. Thinks the company would come down hard. But mostly? He’s just afraid to break whatever fragile thing he’s built between you.”

She looked down at the drink in her hand.

“I always wondered,” she said quietly. “He never talks to me, but… he always sees me.”

“That’s how he loves.”

⸻

Minho wasn’t expecting her to wait for him outside the dance practice room.

He nearly dropped his phone when he saw her.

“Hi,” she said gently, like she was approaching a bird that might fly away.

He stopped a few steps away. His mouth opened. Closed.

“Hi.”

She held up the vitamin water — mostly empty now.

“I drank it.”

He nodded, eyes glued to her hand.

She took a step closer.

“I never said thank you properly.”

“You did.”

“Not for everything.”

Minho looked confused. “Everything?”

She smiled. “For always checking if the chair’s too cold before I sit down. For remembering which brush I use to set the powder. For always letting me know, with just your eyes, when I look tired.”

His face froze. Entire body rigid.

“You… noticed that?”

“I always do,” she said softly. “But you never say anything.”

He looked down. “I’m not good at saying things.”

Another step. Now just an arm’s length apart.

“You’re good at caring,” she whispered.

A pause.

Then finally, finally, he raised his eyes to hers — full of terror, longing, and something like helplessness.

“I don’t want to mess it up,” he said, voice breaking just slightly. “I don’t want you to lose your job. I don’t want to be a burden. But I can’t— I can’t stop seeing you. Even when I try.”

She bit her lip. Her heart broke just a little at the way his hands were clenched at his sides.

“I’m not asking you to stop,” she said quietly. “I’m just asking you to look at me when you do.”

Silence.

Then, slowly, like it hurt to allow himself hope — he did.

And this time, he didn’t look away.