#2min angst

[midnighthwng]

look up // 2min

soulmates will always find their way back to each other. no matter what.

₊˚.⋆ pairing: lee know + seungmin

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ genre: angst + comfort

₊˚.⋆ warning/s: major character death (i promise i make up for it)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ word count: 3.1k

₊˚.⋆ ao3 link

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it’s late. 

minho and seungmin are driving down some wet road after a little vacation to minho’s hometown, a celebration of sorts, because minho’s graduating next year and seungmin is... well, still in his second year. but it was an academic year that they both worked hard on. that, in seungmin’s book, was something worth taking a vacation for. 

“i think that’s dumb,” minho playfully snaps. of course, he can’t ever truly be mad at the sweet and dandy man in the passenger seat, who he considers himself lucky to regard as his boyfriend.

seungmin is giggling as he says, “anything i say is dumb to you, but you’re actually thinking i’m right.” 

minho shakes his head for the nth time in the conversation, probably a bit too much for someone holding the wheel. “why would i agree that i’d be a shark in my next life? i’m obviously gonna be a cat.”

“just because you like cats now, doesn’t mean you’ll be them when you’re reborn,” seungmin tutted. neither of them really remember how the conversation started, but when you’ve been on the road for more than an hour, anything can serve an interesting topic. especially for these two.

“i think sharks are pretty cool, but the only thing i have in common with them is that we don’t like humans.”

seungmin gasps in faux offense, twisting his torso to face the older. “you don’t like me, honey?”

“you’re less of a bother than all the others out there,” he rolls his eyes.

“you don’t like hyunjin? or jisung? or chan-hyung?” seungmin prods. his face was getting closer and minho could consider it a driving hazard, because god knows he’s trying his best to repress the urge to kiss him on his stupid, pretty face.

he can’t stop the smile from spreading because of the question though, but he holds in his laugh. “now you’re just guilt-tripping me.”

seungmin giggles his way back to sitting properly, the tight seatbelt causing a bit of a strain to his neck because of his antics. 

“kidding, as always. well, how about me? what would i be in my next life?” ah, so that’s how the debate began.

minho scoffs. “dog. easily.”

“what breed?”

“do you have to be so thorough?” he’s laughing now, both at the ridiculous topic and how adorable seungmin is acting. “golden retriever.”

“you’re so basic!” seungmin is laughing, too, though there wasn’t really anything funny about it. there was something in the air that causes them to act like fools in love everytime they’re together. at this point, it’s probably not an act anymore, really. “i’m totally gonna bite you if i see you in my canine form.”

“goldens don’t bite,” minho quips. 

they probably can, he thinks in his head, but they both throw whatever at each other if it means winning the argument. with love, of course. they haven’t had a serious fight in years, save for the first few times they met. 

how was seungmin supposed to know that minho was looking him up and down because he had never seen someone so adorable but so hot at the same time, and not because he wanted to coax him into a fist fight? that night ended with multiple bruises, but the month ended in tears of laughter when minho finally gained the balls to tell seungmin how he really felt that night and how he felt about him in general. truly a textbook love story.

“well, i will!” seungmin punches the other’s arm lightly. probably not safe for a slippery road, but no harm was done. 

minho rolls his eyes, “whatever. and stop talking like you’ll get reincarnated before me. we’re going together.”

“bit dark, hyung,” the younger comments but still a bit giggly. “and you know that’s not what i meant.”

minho starts sniffling and faking sobs, wiping away non-existent tears. “i’ll be lonely without you, honey.”

“stop!” seungmin busts out laughing again. “and keep your eyes on the road and hands on the wheel, it’s slippery out here.”

minho wishes he had listened. 

the next thing he knew, they’re surrounded by blinding white, and monitors are beeping around them, and he thinks he hears hushed voices here and there. he wasn’t sure what was real and what was only imagined by him. he’s sure, however, of the painfully crimson hand he was clutching, cold and unconscious.

“i’m so stupid, fuck... please...” he pleads to seungmin. tears and blood and snot getting everywhere, but why would that ever matter when his lover was getting weaker and weaker right in front of him? “i’m so sorry, please stay with me... say something!”

his eyes widen at his own tone. “no, no, i didn’t mean to yell... just please...” he feels a pinch of movement under his tight grip and the world spins a little slower.

“h-hyung...” seungmin tries, but coughs blood on minho’s cheek with how close he is. 

“minnie?” 

“hyung.”

“i’m here, baby. talk to me, go on.” minho becomes decreasingly aware at how desperate he sounds. everything in his world has shrunk to only them. only seungmin and minho.

and the pristine sheets stained with red that came from whatever wounds they’ve both sustained from the crash. and the god awful beeping machine next to them. which he doesn’t realize was picking up speed. “-back t’ you.”

“what?” minho clutches the younger’s hand tighter, too tight for a weakened body, but neither of them mention it. “you can do it.”

“i’ll... i’ll come back. to you,” seungmin finally breathes out. no one’s counting how many minutes it took. “promise... wait for me.”

minho’s breathing is chopped up and unstable and he should probably be in another hospital bed getting his own condition checked, but nothing matters to him but seungmin, not even his own health. “stop. stop that. you’re not leaving me, don’t leave me.” 

“i can’t.”

“you can. be strong for me, please.” his eyesight is starting to wither because of how much he’s cried in the past ten minutes, maybe thirty. 

“no i,” seungmin is trying to wheeze now, if not for his punctured lungs that make it all the more difficult. “i can’t breathe, hyung.”

minho adjusts himself so they’re even more in each other’s faces. “do it with me. come on.” the heart monitor is getting rapid now, and the sound finally registers in minho’s ears and in his brain. “inhale, exhale, inhale, seungmin!” 

a single tear makes its way down seungmin’s cheek. “i love you.” 

“i lov- no, seungmin, please. please!”

... 

arms grab minho by the shoulders and he’s sure he knocked someone’s teeth out until his vision completely goes dark.

-

minho stares at the clock. he’s been waiting for something, but he has already forgotten. it’ll probably come to remind him of itself later.

then the calendar right below it. plus one to the year since he’s been on autopilot. exactly, too , he realizes, as he fixates on the bold letters that spell out the fifth month of the year. 

he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket before he hears the ringtone, set to an audio he had labelled ‘important, pick up’ . robotically, he ‘accepts’ and brings the speaker to his ear. “what?”

“i’ll be there to pick up the stuff soon,” the voice speaks. it belongs to him and seungmin’s best friend, or one of them, hyunjin.

“sure.” he zones out on a piece of plastic that landed on the foot of his coffee table. their coffee table. how does he describe the things in his own home anymore? was it even a home at all, when the thing he called home was personified by the tall and handsome brunette, and had perished in his arms?

“hyung.” hyunjin sounds urgent to an outside ear, but minho can hear the pity laced in a single word.

“hm.”

“is everything ready, i said?”

“yeah. yeah.”

he’s not sure if a whole minute passes before hyunjin asks the dreaded “how are you doing?” question. at least it wasn’t “are you okay?” this time.

“next question,” he says blandly instead.

“hyung...”

“stop. i’m fine.” he isn’t. they both know it. but who can blame them for trying to avoid the reality?

“...okay.” there’s a knock at the door. minho doesn’t immediately realize it’s hyunjin. “open the door.”

he hauls himself to the door and opens it to hyunjin, who wears a blank face. but minho can see it in his glossy eyes, what he wants to say. “i’m sorry.”

instead, hyunjin’s mouth opens with “let’s get these downstairs.” ‘these’ pertaining to the half dozen boxes of seungmin’s stuff that took a lot of time, sweat, and tears from minho to pack up. 

it’s sunny when they step out from the apartment. minho wishes he could say he hadn’t been outside in months, but life required him to drag his body to get necessities every once in a while. 

he’s not sure what’s been pushing him to keep going. maybe he hopes seungmin is proud of him for doing so. maybe he hopes seungmin will keep his promise. 

no one can fault minho for believing it. seungmin had always been a man of his word.

he’s only brought out of his thoughts because hyunjin halted right in front of him, almost dropping his stack of boxes. “hey, puppy, puppy!”

minho looks over hyunjin’s slouched figure to see a dog. quite big, but he guesses golden retrievers grow fast. 

must be at least a year old, he muses. the dog knocks minho out of his observation when it jumps onto him, promptly fully knocking over his boxes. “what’s the deal?”

he can tell hyunjin’s holding his laughter when he helps him pick up the stuff that spilled out from one of the containers. the tape must have gotten loose.

they’re almost done when gold shines in minho’s peripheral. he picks up a necklace; simple, flat heart with a small “M” engraved on the center. 

he doesn’t realize he’s tearing up until hyunjin speaks, “hey, you okay?”

“no- yes.” liar. “yeah. this... i gave it to him. for our anniversary.”

hyunjin raises his brows, the way he does when he encounters something shocking or obvious. “keep it. why is it even in one of these?”

“i don’t know...” minho sighs. he doesn’t know what he would have done if he realized too late that he threw this away. “i just packed without paying attention, i guess.”

“you should have called us for help. you always can, alright?” the younger finishes up with the one box and sets a hand on minho’s shoulder. “even if it’s been a whole year since you talked to us...”

minho can’t look anywhere near hyunjin in shame. “i know. and i’m sorry about that.”

“hey, no worries,” he tries chasing minho’s line of sight, offering a small smile. “i know it’s been hard. we loved him, too.”

minho swallows a lump in his throat. how long had that been building up? “yeah. thanks.”

the dog, who minho already forgot about in their exchange, approaches them, specifically the hand that minho still clutched the gold necklace in. it sniffs up and down on it, then suddenly snatches it and runs off.

“hey!” minho shouts, running after it. hyunjin has half a mind to be sensitive and not pull out his phone to film this. he thinks it would have been funny any other day, though.

the two run around the block until the dog, annoyingly, settles right in front of the apartment’s entrance. minho heaves and pulls the jewelry back out from the dog’s mouth. he doesn’t mind the slobber getting all over him for some reason. he even pockets the necklace.

“don’t take things that aren’t yours,” he scolds. he comes back to hyunjin actually giggling his ass off now and pulls him up by the collar to finally put the rest of the boxes into the car.

“thank you, hyunjin,” he whispers. sincerely so, as if thanking him for something else other than helping him pack up. and maybe he was.

hyunjin smiles a little brighter than earlier. “always, hyung. i’m also just a phone call away if you need someone to talk to. me and the others.” 

minho nods. “i’ll remember.”

they go in for a hug, hyunjin tightening his hold a little more. when they let go, it’s like a light bulb flickers on top of the younger’s head. “it’s changbin-hyung’s birthday soon! come see usss.”

“i’ll try.” and that’s all hyunjin needed to hear before he beams at him and finally drives off.

minho hears a whimper beside him and realizes-

“you’re still here?” he asks the dog, as if it’ll respond. but honestly, it might as well have understood him, because it whimpers again and marches toward the entrance of the building.

“who are your owners...? whatever, come on, get inside.”

minho wouldn’t do it normally, letting random dogs (or a dog in general) inside his house, but there was something about this one that he couldn’t resist. call him crazy, but the dog appears to be smiling when it looks up at him, and it’s ruining his heart. when they enter the apartment, it even waits for minho to enter before it shuffles its big paws inside, too. 

“it’s not much,” he’s still talking to it, “not anymore.”

minho watches as the dog prances around the living room. there’s a table near the tv, low enough that it could sniff the few picture frames displayed on it. to minho’s confusion, it whimpers at the pictures.

“what’s wrong? you don’t like them?” his brows furrow into each other as he picks one up. “i think we look alright here.” 

in the frame, the wind was a little too strong to the point of knocking seungmin’s hat into the air, making for a perfect candid shot of the two of them chasing it. they knew it was a good decision to tag hyunjin along that picnic date.

the dog nudges another one of the frames until it falls, concerning minho even more. it was one of seungmin’s, a shot of him facing the sun setting while they were on a bridge somewhere. he definitely did not force minho to take that fake candid shot. 

minho crouches to pick it up and replace both frames onto the desk. the dog noses at his pocket and whimpers again. “jeez. i may not know much about dogs, but do you guys really cry this much...?”

he thinks for a moment before dialing on his phone and waiting probably half a second before hyunjin picks up. “hey, you know that dog earlier?”

“uh, yeah, what about it?”

“he keeps following me around and crying at our stuff,” he comments. the dog is just looking at the pictures again. 

“you let it in your house?”

“well, i wasn’t gonna leave it out in the heat...”

“...sure, hyung. what breed was it again?”

“it’s a golden.” minho was about to ask why it could have possibly mattered, when it clicks. “golden retriever. i gotta call you back.”

“hyung-” and all hyunjin hears is the line dropping.

minho starts petting the dog, to its joy. “you recognize this guy?” it whimpers again before it starts looking around the house. “you have some really odd qualities...”

it leaves minho’s hold and starts trotting toward their shared bedroom. it looks untouched, bedsheets laying undisturbed, but a layer of dust collecting over that. dust covering everything, really. he’d started sleeping on the couch, the fear of his own memories of him and seungmin in that bedroom and on that bed being too much to bear to be able to sleep in there again.

“you won’t find any treats here, if that’s what you want,” he follows anyways. the dog stops in front a packed box. “shit, we must have missed this one,” he sighs.

the dog paws at it, like it was saying “open it” or something crazy in minho’s head. so, he does.

inside, they find a polaroid camera, and a bunch of photos scattered under it. guess i left this here on purpose. he and the dog sit down next to the box as he shuffles through the photos. well, more like showcases them to his new friend.

“this was from our trip to jeju. we were with our best friends.” he chuckles and points to a part in the photo, “you can kind of see them in the back here.”

shifting to another film, “a picnic near han river. he said he loved this place the most, ‘cause the sky is always so pretty when you look up.” 

a tear is trekking down his face now, multiple following after. the dog whimpers at the sight. “i miss him. he’s probably happy in the sky, since he loves it so much.”

the dog is pawing at him, quite rough with how big its paws are and how textured probably from walking around on the street. where did this thing come from, again?

“what?” minho asks it, then suddenly, it’s jumping on him and licking all over his face. minho can’t bring himself to be disgusted over it, but he’s still confused as fuck. “hey buddy, we just met.”

that seems to trigger something in the dog’s mind, because now it’s sitting and whimpering and probably on the verge of barking at minho. “we just met, like an hour ago. I’m not your owner, you don’t know me-”

and it’s barking, really loudly. right in his face. “now you’re just being mean, puppy,” he chuckles. the dog makes a sound akin to a human huff and looks around again. 

it knocks the box over, spilling the photos out, and minho watches in amusement as it seems to be looking for something specific. it gently grabs one into its mouth and nudges it into minho’s hand.

a picture from when they went on vacation to gimpo. that same day... “why did you give me this?”

it’s like it's losing patience when the dog steps onto the pocket where the necklace still is. minho takes it out, and the dog whimpers at it again.

his tears are still flowing when he starts laughing. “i’m gonna get called insane.” the dog’s head tilts.

“...seungminnie?”

rapidly, the dog’s tail is wagging and he jumps back onto minho to knock them both flat on the floor, licking and barking (happily, of course) in his face. 

“what the hell,” he exclaims, still laughing at how ridiculous this all seems to be. “your next life.”

the dog stops his movements and just lays on minho. he really looks like he’s smiling at me. he almost can’t breathe under the dog’s weight and because of the snot building up in his nose, but he can’t bring himself to care. 

“surely took you long enough,” he breathes. the dog smacks him in the face with that big paw of his, and minho’s crying even harder because that’s exactly what he would expect seungmin to do.

“kidding, as always. hm...” he trails, scratching softly behind the dog’s ears. 

“i’ll call you sky.”

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i hope i actually made up for the mcd aha i don't usually write angst (i've never even written it without the fluff to counter it) but i really like how this one turned out.

it was originally written for a scriptwriting class i had, so if it had a little too much dialogue, that's why (i tried my best converting it into para forms o7)

thanks for reading :D thinking of putting my other fics on tumblr too but if u'd like to read them while they aren't here yet, they're on my ao3 already :)

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[twobluegoldfish]

waiting to die - 2min

pairing: kim seungmin x lee minho synopsis: Simply put, Seungmin was a firm believer in the fact that he wasn’t meant to live a long life. From the moment that he could actually conceptualize what death meant, he knew that his own would be sooner rather than later. That was just how it was. wc: 2,927 | masterlist

Simply put, Seungmin was a firm believer in the fact that he wasn’t meant to live a long life. From the moment that he could actually conceptualize what death meant, he knew that his own would be sooner rather than later. That was just how it was. 

Whenever he was asked about the future, he wasn’t able to give an answer because he just didn’t know. He never saw a future for himself. He had come to terms with it.

Now, even being 23 years old and internationally famous, he still didn’t think there was much of a future for him. He loved what he did with everything in him and even more than that he loved the people he got to experience life with. 

The other members in his group had become his lifeline essentially. He had seen some of the best and worst moments with them by his side. 

Nevertheless, his future was practically nonexistent.

Except for when he was with Minho.

In those moments, Seungmin felt like he could live forever. Minho brought out a life in him that he didn’t even know existed. It was sometimes overwhelming. 

With Minho - he could live.

— — —

Seungmin had always been one of the members that greatly enjoyed touring. He said he liked visiting all sorts of new places with his favorite people. The band was currently in Amsterdam; a place that none of them have ever visited. Out of all the stops on this tour, this was one of the ones that Seungmin had been looking forward to the most. He’d seen tons of pictures of the city and had always wanted to experience the beauty in person.

However, they were staying there for a minimal amount of time. That meant that he wouldn’t get to see anything except for what he could watch pass by him as they traveled from the hotel to the area that they were performing in. Seungmin was more than disappointed when he found this out. 

He knew that this was the case for most of the cities they stopped in. There were always some special circumstances where the company allotted for an extra day in certain cities and the boys were able to go out and explore. He had hoped that would be the case for Amsterdam.

And of course, it wasn’t.

Seungmin didn’t want to dwell on it for too long, but the disappointment only returned stronger on the first ride to the venue. They had landed the night before so he hadn’t been able to really see the city on the initial bus ride to the hotel. Now that the sun was shining in the sky, his eyes were glued to the landscape passing by. Trying to catch every small detail that he could as it flew past the window.

It only left him wanting more.

— — —

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Minnie?” Hyunjin asks, taking a seat next to him on the couch in their dressing room. “You’ve been quiet all day.”

“I think I’m just tired,” he answers with a simple shrug. He wasn’t going to sit here and complain about something that was a choice management had made. “We didn’t get to the hotel until really late and I just couldn’t seem to fall asleep either.”

“I’m glad I’m not the only one who had trouble sleeping.” Changbin says, joining in on their conversation. “Even after years of this, I’ve never been able to get used to sleeping in a bunch of random places. It always takes me at least one night in a place before I’m able to get a decent sleep.” 

Seungmin is glad about Changbin’s intrusion on their conversation. It had taken most of the attention off of him and allowed for him to slip back into his own head. He knew it wasn’t a good thing to be doing, but he couldn’t help it.

This was one place that he had always wanted to visit and he was here. He wasn’t sure if he would ever be able to make it here again.

This was his one shot.

And he was watching it slip through his fingers right in front of his eyes.

Luckily, their break was over just a few minutes later. Before management had let them take a break, they had gone through all of the blocking for their performance. Now that everything regarding that was taken care of, it was time to do an actual runthrough of the show. Making sure that everyone was familiar with the placement and sizing of things on this new stage.

He couldn’t lie and say he was upset about having to do this. Although he wasn’t known as one of the main dancers in the group, he always enjoyed it. He wasn’t a fan of the gym like some of his other members were, so dancing still allowed for him to move which often helped him get out of his head when he felt like he was stuck inside of it. 

This time, it helped. After running through all of the dances, he was feeling better than he had been that morning.

The group was dismissed and sent back to the dressing room to change and get ready to leave. Once they all started walking, Minho wrapped his arms around Seungmin from behind. Seungmin melted into the touch.

“Hi, puppy.” Minho greets, a small smile on his face. “I haven’t spent enough time with you today. I miss you.”

“I’ve been with you all day, hyung.” Seungmin replies with a laugh. 

“Still.” Minho pouts.

“I did miss you too, though. Off the record.”

“Off the record?” Minho feigns being hurt. “I see how it is, Kim Seungmin.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

— — —

Dread builds up inside of Seungmin once again as the group finally leave the venue and back out into the city. Being inside for hours without being able to see the outside had let Seungmin almost forget where they were. 

Almost. 

It was enough for the good mood that dancing had put him in to fizzle away completely. Pulling his hood over his eyes, he hoped it was enough to signal to everyone else that he wasn’t really in the mood to talk. 

It worked.

They made it back to the hotel without anyone saying a word to him. Until they were out of the van and back in the lobby of their hotel.

“What does everyone want to eat for dinner tonight?” Chan asked the group. “Management will go out to pick it up for us and bring it back. We are all meant to be resting tonight to prepare for our show tomorrow. That means no late nights.”

They all knew that by now. They got this speech the night before every single show that they had on this tour.

“That includes you too, Chan hyung.” Felix says, making some of the other members laugh.

As the rest of the boys got into a strangely heated discussion about what they should order to eat, Seungmin found himself standing back a bit from the rest of the group.

If he was being honest, he wasn’t really in the mood to eat and the sound of everything they were mentioning was making him feel sick to his stomach.

Seungmin hadn’t even noticed how Minho had also migrated away from the rest of the group and was now standing next to him.

“Have they said anything that you think sounds good?” Minho asks him quietly.

He knew that he was being really obvious. He was only ever this quiet when he was feeling bad. And Minho could read him like a book. He somehow always knew how Seungmin was feeling even when Seungmin didn’t have the words to describe it. He didn’t understand how, but Minho just got him.

Minho made him feel seen.

“Not really.”

“Not even one of the things they’ve said has sounded any good to you?”

“No. I’m not really hungry.” He adds a shrug to make it seem like a complete non-problem but Minho knows him better than that.

“You have to eat, you know.” Minho points out. “Even if it isn’t a lot.”

“I will, hyung.” He hopes that it’s enough to convince Minho. He hates lying to his members. Especially Minho. But, the one thing he hates more than lying to his members is talking about how he feels.

“Good.”

At some point, the dinner discussion comes to an end. Seungmin assumed the rest of the group had made a decision but he didn’t really care enough to ask. They’re all instructed to go up to their rooms and that one of the managers will bring them their food.

For this tour, everyone had been getting their own rooms at each of the hotels they stayed at. Seungmin was glad about that. He enjoyed spending time with his members but when they’re on tour and around each other practically 24/7, it could get overwhelming. 

The second the door shuts behind him, Seungmin is engulfed into silence. He knows that his thoughts are still in the beginning stages of a spiral but he decides to ignore it and hope it doesn’t get worse.

He is laying on his bed just staring at the ceiling when he hears a knock on the door. The sound instantly snaps him out of his head. He lays there for a moment before finally getting up to see who is at the door. It was the manager, with his food. He should have expected it but he had forgotten that he was also getting food.

He had no idea what it was and also had absolutely no intention of opening it. Setting it on the desk, he goes to the back down on the bed.

— — —

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Seungmin has no idea how much time has passed since he had been given his food. The moment he had laid back on the bed, the rest of the world melted away and it was just Seungmin alone with his thoughts. Wondering just how much of his life was in his own control. How he could be living his literal dream and still spend his days just waiting to die. How he was letting his time waste away.

Knock.

Knock.

The knocking resumes to remind him that there really is someone at his door. Groaning, he pulls his body up to go see who is out there. 

The second he pulls the door open to see, Minho is walking past him and into his room. Accepting his fate, and also not really minding, Seungmin just shuts the door and follows Minho into his own room.

“You didn’t eat.” Minho immediately points out.

“It hasn’t been too long. I was saving it for later.” Seungmin hates how easily the lie rolls off his tongue.

“Min, it’s been almost two hours.”

Oh.

Had he really lost that much time in his own head?

He stays silent, not knowing how much of what he just realized that he wants to admit to Minho.

“What’s going on with you? You’ve been quiet all day and now you’re not eating.” There’s no trace of any accusatory tone to Minho’s voice. Only genuine concern. “Are you okay, Seungmin?”

He doesn’t have an answer to that question. 

If he did, however, it would probably be no.

“Please talk to me. I want to help.” 

“It’s stupid.” Seungmin says before he can stop himself.

“It’s not.”

“You don’t even know what it is.”

“I don’t but I’ve never seen you like this. So…upset.” Minho continues. “There’s something that is bothering you and if it’s bothering you this bad then nothing about it is stupid.”

Seungmin is silent for a few moments.

“This is the city I’ve always wanted to visit most.” He starts. “Ever since I was little and saw pictures of it, I was in love. It always seemed so far away though and I always assumed that I would never be able to visit. Now I’m here.”

He pauses for a second and Minho remains quiet, not wanting to deter Seungmin from saying anything he might want to.

“I don’t even get to actually see it. Besides this hotel, the airport, and the stupid fucking venue. I get to see it from the windows of the vans. I get to see glimpses in the few moments they let us outside. I’m here for the first, and probably last, time and I don’t even get to see anything.”

“We can always come back here. Sometime after Stray Kids or maybe even on a break.” 

That could be years from now before they get enough time to come back to a country that is on a completely different continent. 

Did Seungmin even have years to wait?

“What if there isn’t a later?” he asks so quietly that he isn’t even sure that Minho heard him.

“There is a right now.” Minho points out. “What if we went to explore? Just me and you. Right now.”

“I would like that a lot.”

— — —

The cool air against Seungmin’s face feels refreshing. Minho’s hand in his feels warm against the brisk night. The storm cloud that had been over Seungmin all day started to fade away.

Seungmin wasn’t sure that he and Minho would be able to pull it off so he hadn’t let himself get his hopes up too high. But here they were. Outside of the hotel and in the streets of Amsterdam. 

Finally.

“Where do you want to go first?” Minho asks him.

“I want to go find one of the canals.” Seungmin answers without hesitation. “They’ve been some of my favorite pictures I’ve seen. They look so pretty during the day. I’m sure they look even better at night when they’re being lit up by the streetlights.”

“Then off to the canals we go!” Minho says with a laugh. “You’re really cute when you get excited like that.”

Even in the dim lighting coming from the lights above them, Minho can see the blush that paints Seungmin’s cheeks.

Despite having no idea where he’s supposed to be going, Minho leads Seungmin through the streets of Amsterdam. Everything is quiet and there is very little life in the city. Considering that it was nearly 2am by the time that the two had managed to sneak past the security that was placed on their hall for them. 

Seungmin didn’t mind though. In fact, he relished in the fact that it felt like he and Minho were the only people in the world. 

Thankfully, it wasn’t hard to find a canal. Minho knew vaguely that they were all over the city so they were bound to find at least one.

To Seungmin, it was even more breathtaking than he had been expecting it to be. The specific part of the canals that they had found had a bridge that was decorated with a string of lights. The lights reflecting off of the water made it even more beautiful. 

Minho was also enjoying the sights but he was enjoying just watching Seungmin a whole lot more. The boy looked like the happiest and most carefree person and knowing that Minho was the one who helped in letting him feel that way made Minho’s heart flutter. 

The two ended up walking wherever their feet decided to take them, absolutely no destination in mind. Minho wanted to show Seungmin as much of the city as they could possibly see before they had to head back.

Their hands stayed intertwined the whole time, neither of them mentioning it but both of them liking it. 

Seungmin was taking loads of pictures of everything he saw. Minho snapped a few too but most of the pictures he took were of Seungmin. There was one that he took where Seungmin’s eyes were literally shining with the lights from all around him. In each picture that Minho took, Seungmin looked fully and completely happy. 

The two decided to sit on a bench, overlooking a new part of the canal, to give themselves a little bit of a break.

“Thank you, hyung.” Seungmin says, looking over at Minho. “Really. This is everything that I have ever dreamed of and it wouldn’t have happened without you.”

“Now you know what you’re in for when we come back to actually spend time here.” Minho replies. “Just me and you again.”

“Do you mean that?”

For the first time in his life, Seungmin is able to imagine himself in the future. Him and Minho. Walking around the city during the day, still hand in hand. Him and Minho getting food from one of the many restaurants that they had passed. Him and Minho visiting the museums that Seungmin had read about countless times.

Him and Minho.

Here.

Together.

In the future.

“I mean it Seungmin. There is nothing more I want than to be able to take you back here.” Minho’s voice is filled with sincerity. 

He means it.

“I would love that.” Seungmin says, his voice a whisper. 

“Good.” Minho smiles at him. “It’s a date then, Kim Seungmin.”

For the first time ever, Seungmin finds something to live for. Someone to live for. He sees himself, years in the future, here with Minho. He sees him and all of his band members together as they grow older.

Most importantly, he sees himself.

He sees a future for himself.

Kim Seungmin is going to live to see the day that he and Minho come back here together. Even if it kills him.

[ihave-atummyache]

i hate you (pt 2)

kim seungmin one shot/imagine

3.8k words

dont need to read part one for this to make sense

NSFW!!! straight up smut fr (warnings under the cut)

so so so toxic

(pt1)

content warning: hate sex, one(1) instance of spitting, oral (m rec), degradation, dirty talk, calls reader bitch(sorry>_<), thigh riding, fingers in mouth, gagging, choking, coughing, one(1) slap, seungmin is so mean, not a good ending, no after care, missionary, doggy, reader says slow down and wait and he doesnt but theyre into it so its okay, they are FUCKING not having sex or making love!, probably sm more that i missed

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It's been weeks since you and Seungmin broke up and a few of your friends finally convinced you to join them at a bar after weeks of begging you. Of course it was the bar that you and Seungmin had your first date at.

When you walk into the familiar bar, you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. The atmosphere is comfortable and you're happy you've been convinced to leave your bed. It’s too empty without Seungmin anyways.

The entire apartment is empty and quiet without all his belongings and his friends coming in and out constantly. You hate to admit it, but you miss it. You miss the commotion, miss the familiarity of it all. Now, it's too… quiet, too… empty.

You sit at the bar, between one of your friends and a man that you actually went on a date with when you and Seungmin broke up one of the first times. He still has a crush on you and your friends are trying to get you over Seungmin by getting you under someone else.

A few drinks in, you're laughing along with some of the jokes that your friends are making when you see him. Probably one of the worst people you could have seen tonight. Much worse than if you had just seen your ex.

Your eyes meet Lee Know's on the other side of the bar and you both freeze for a moment, eyes locked. Someone taps him on his shoulder and he breaks eye contact and you turn quickly, a quiet curse leaving your lips before you stand suddenly.

"Uh, bathroom," you murmur out. One of your friends offers to come with you but you insist it's fine, knowing you just need a second to breathe. You rush towards the bathroom and enter before flicking the door locked, the smell of bleach filling your nostrils.

You walk towards the sink and let out a shaky breath, hands gripping the porcelain. You look up at your reflection and take another deep breath.

Your jeans suddenly feel too tight, the room too small, your hands too sweaty and you have to sink to your knees in front of the sink. After a few deep breaths, you regain your composure and stand before pulling your phone from your pocket and looking down.

Your heart drops when you see the notification.

At our bar without me?

Of course Lee Know snitched. Why wouldn't he? Seungmin is one of his best friends and you knew that when you came out tonight, there was a risk of seeing one of them, especially at this bar.

You let the liquor type your response before you can even think about it and press send before slipping your phone back into your back pocket.

it isn't "our" bar since there isnt an "us" anymore. didnt i tell you to leave me alone?

Harsh? Maybe. Well deserved? Yes.

You pull the bathroom door open and before you can step out someone pushes you back into the bathroom.

"What the hell? What the fuck do you think-"

"Relax, would ya?" The voice makes you stop in your tracks before you allow your eyes to trail up the familiar frame and are met face to face with your current nemesis.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Seungmin?" You snap, pushing his hand off your shoulder. He looks good. Great even. He doesn't seem to have shaved today, a low stubble noticeable and slight bags under his eyes.

He looks tired and for some reason, it's giving you satisfaction that he doesn't seem to be doing well without you. But how does he still manage to look so good? He has on a simple outfit, a baseball cap, some jeans, and an oversized shirt but he still looks effortlessly handsome.

"Whenever you're done checking me out, can we talk?" your cheeks heat up and you cross your arms over your chest , eyes on his.

"What part of 'leave me the fuck alone' is so hard for you to comprehend?" You practically spit at him, referencing your last ‘talk’ you tried to have. You want nothing more than to slap the stupid, hot smirk from his face.

"You know I can't let you go that easily," he tries to reach for you but you take a step back.

"Should've thought about that before you made it so easy to leave you," the harsh words leave your mouth and you almost wish you could take it back when you see the slight falter in his smile. Almost.

"Ouch, baby. When you say things like that, I might actually think you hate me," he tries to reach for you again but you walk around him and reach for the bathroom door, unlocking it.

Before you can pull the door open, his palm slaps down next to your head, holding the door shut. You can feel his breath on the back of your neck, goosebumps rising across your skin.

"Please. Let's talk," He's pleading again, begging for your attention. As much as you would love to say no, when he has you like this, it's hard to resist. You can feel his body heat radiating onto you, barely an inch between the two of you and your body yearns for more, yearns for him and his touch.

You let your head fall forward, resting against the wood of the door and he lets his head fall onto your shoulder. You let out a breath that you didn't even know you were holding before continuing

"Fine. But not here. You can come to the apartment later," you swallow thickly and he lets out a deep breath, relief.

"Okay," and with that one simple word, his body heat leaves your's. His hand leaves the door and you quickly pull it open, not bothering to look at him again before going straight back to the bar where your friends are.

———

A few hours later, you're kicking your shoes off at your apartment. You start making your way towards your room to shower but there's a gentle knock on the door. You know who it is. He still knocks, despite having a key. You were never able to find his copy, assuming he still has it and never thinking much about it.

You open the door, stepping aside and letting him come in. He kicks his shoes off, the same spot he always leaves them, falling easily into a familiar routine. Your stomach lurches at the thought.

In that moment it finally hits you.

You hate him.

The man that you once thought was the love of your life, you can barely stand to look at anymore. But it's strange because despite that, you want him so badly. You want him to ruin you. You want to take what you want from him which happens to be his body.

You make your way to the couch in silence before you sit and pat the spot next to you, inviting him to join you.

"Let me start," he barely sits before he begins to speak. You prop your elbow up on the back of the couch, head resting in your hand as you look at him. You remain silent and he takes a deep breath, hands rubbing over his thighs nervously.

Your eyes flicker down to his hands, he still wears the ring and the bracelet you bought him. 'His pretty hands deserve to be decorated' is what you told him when you originally handed him the birthday gift. He then proceeded to finger you until you couldn't think. You cross your legs at the thought and attempt to focus on his words again.

"I'm sorry, y/n. I've been horrible to you. I want nothing more in this world than for you to forgive me," his words are familiar, a repetition of the same bullshit apology he had been feeding you for almost 3 years now.

"Before we continue talking," you pause and he finally meets your eyes, "Can I do something?" you ask and he nods but before he can even think you're crawling over to him, throwing a leg over his thighs and straddling his lap.

Your head falls into his neck and you inhale deeply, his familiar scent filling your lungs before you place a soft kiss against his pulse point. He inhales sharply before his hands land on your thighs, kneading you through your jeans. You let your hips shift, grinding against him and you can't hear him moan but you can feel the deep vibration against your lips.

"L-listen. I-I don't know if this is a good idea," His voice is shaky and your hands slowly caress down his chest, over his stomach then back up, resting on his shoulders.

"I need it," is all you reply with, pulling your head away to look at him, his cheeks flushed, his hat pushed back slightly and you can see him swallow, adam's apple bobbing before he nods at you once and that's all the approval you need.

You stand from his lap and tug your jeans down your legs before kneeling in between his legs and unzipping his jeans, pulling them down slightly so you can see him bulging against his briefs.

"As much as I can't stand you," you lean forward and press a kiss on his hip bone, just above his waist band, "Nobody fucks me like you," you admit and he inhales sharply when you finally pull his waistband down slightly, allowing him to spring free.

He's mostly hard despite only a little grinding and neck kissing. You figure he also hasn't been with anyone else. The wounds still too fresh to try to get with someone new.

You finally lick a stripe up the length of him before taking him into your mouth and slowly sinking down.

"Fuck... been missing this mouth, baby," his hand threads into your hair, heavy on your head but not forcing you down, just resting there.

"Such a good, pretty mouth when you aren't being cruel to me," his fingers grip your hair at his statement and he pushes you down further, making you choke around his length. He suddenly pulls you off of him, your lips slick and drool dripping from your mouth, tears already forming in the corner of your eyes.

When your eyes meet his, they’re much darker. Not nearly as sorrowful as they have been all evening, no sign of guilt in them. Now they’re filled with lust and you bite down on your lip when his intense gaze travels all over your face before reaching your eyes once more.

"Open, slut," you obey, opening your mouth and he leans forward, spitting directly on your tongue. Before you can close your mouth, he guides you back to his hard cock and pushes it down your throat once more.

The combination of his saliva along with his making you glide easily down his shaft, your jaw already beginning to ache at the size of him. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to relieve some of the tension between your own legs.

His hand takes full control, guiding you up and down his length, choking you on his cock. You're gagging and coughing around him, barely able to breathe and tears begin pouring from your eyes but he still doesn't stop.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it? Wanted me to use this smart mouth however I want?" He pulls you off of him once again, his hand grabs your jaw and pulls you to standing before turning you and pushing you down to lay on your back on the couch without warning.

His left hand makes its way to your panties before unceremoniously ripping them from your body. His middle and ring finger of his right hand tap against your lips and you immediately part your lips to let his fingers in. He pushes them in further than you expected, making you gag around them and he chuckles.

"So pathetic under me like this," he pulls his fingers from your mouth and slaps you on the cheek once, not too hard but enough to make you groan.

"Please," you start to beg, desperate for attention on your most desperate part.

"Patience is a virtue," is all he says back before his fingers enter your mouth once again, sliding back and forth on your tongue. You try to clench your thighs together but his left hand makes it difficult, still resting on the couch between your thighs but not touching you where you need it most, just keeping you from closing your legs.

"Such a needy little thing, aren't you? Since I'm feeling generous, I'll give you what you want," he shoves his still jean clad thigh between your legs and presses against your wet pussy. You moan around his fingers, eyes rolling back when you finally get some friction.

"Now hump like the little bitch in heat that you are," his words make your hips automatically start to grind against the jeans. At first, the friction is a little harsh but as you get wetter, it keeps feeling better and better.

You start to pick up the pace, hands grabbing the cushion under you before deciding to settle them in the waistband of his jeans. Your fingers wrap around the unzipped fabric, making them slide against his hips. He groans at the friction created when the jeans move against where he has tucked himself back into his jeans.

Your hands wrap around his wrist when he goes slightly deeper down your throat and he finally pulls them from your mouth. He pulls his thigh away from you and you whine out at him, hips trying to follow him.

"Shut up. You'll take whatever I decide to give you," his words are harsh and silence you instantly, making tears well up behind your eyes but even if you were to start crying now, he wouldn't stop. He knows your limits better than you do at this point and likes to push you right to the breaking point.

His wet fingers make contact with your clit, circling the bundle of nerves and making you bite down on your lip to keep from moaning out. His pace is perfect and you know exactly what he is about to do to you. He's taking you to an orgasm immediately and you hope he grants it to you.

"Please, please, please," you don't even know what you're begging for at this point. Beginning him to let you cum? Begging him to just fuck you already? Begging him to stop? You're just begging, hoping he knows because you surely don’t.

"All you can do is beg, isn't that right, pretty girl?" The nickname contradicts his torturous and almost down right mean words and actions. You just nod in response, your orgasm quickly approaching when he stops completely, staring down at you.

"Did you not hear me clearly or are you choosing not to answer me when I speak to you?" Your eyes fly open and you finally meet his eyes for the first time since you laid on the couch. His hair is messy from being under the hat but he still looks insanely hot. His pupils blown, a slight sheen of sweat on his face as he looks down at you, his free hand wrapped around his cock and stroking himself lazily.

You don’t have any idea when he pulled himself out, too lost in your own world to be able to pay attention to anything around you.

"I'm sorry I..." you trail off before you swallow and realize you don't even remember what you're apologizing for. A smirk covers his features, eyebrows raising at you.

"Little thing doesn't even remember what we're talking about does she?" Your eyes cast down and before you can say anything, his hand that was stroking himself grabs your jaw and forces your head up, hand wedged between your jaw and throat.

"Eyes up. I want to see your face every time I make you fall apart. I want you to remember who is doing this to you. I want you to remember that it's only me who can get you this ruined. I've ruined you for everyone else and you are mine forever," He forces your eyes on his as he speaks, tone casual, as if he didn't just claim you for the rest of both of your lives. And the worst part? He's right. He's ruined you for anyone else and you hate him for it.

"I hate you," you whisper out, voice cracking and he just chuckles again before suddenly plunging two fingers into you, making your back arch off the couch.

"Yeah, yeah. I know," his tone is dismissive and you clench around him as he fingers you, forearm flexing as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you. He suddenly curls his fingers, pushing against the gummy spot inside of you, making you squeal.

"Now I want you to cum and scream out the name of the man you hate so much," His pace picks up, pushing you back towards your previous orgasm again, "Let me hear you. Let me hear who you belong to," he demands and a choked out moan leaves your mouth as your fingers grab the cushions of the couch again.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum, oh my god," he continues his pace, slowly pushing you over the edge.

"I'm not God but I'll take the compliment," he’s so fucking cocky and as much as it annoys you, you cum with a scream of his name, soaking his hand and the couch under you. He continues to finger you, letting you ride out your orgasm but as you start to come down, overstimulation begins to hit.

"I-I just came wait," your hands wrap around his wrist and his free hand grabs both of your wrists, pinning them to your chest as he continues to finger you and you begin to writhe beneath him.

"You can take it. Give me one more. I'm not asking," his pace begins to pick up again, his only goal in mind is making you cum on his fingers again. And you do, quickly. Much more quickly than you ever have before and he releases your hands from his grip.

You reach out, smacking your hand down on the couch cushion a few times, trying to calm your nerve endings down. Only when tears start to form at the corner of your eyes does Seungmin finally stop.

You take a deep breath and before your mind is even clear, you feel his hands on the back of your thighs, pushing them to either side of your chest. Your eyes fly open and drop to between your legs, his hard cock out and you look back up at him again.

You sniffle, trying to wipe tears from your face, mascara all over your hands and probably your face too but you don’t care right now, you can’t care right now if you wanted to.

“Min, please, sensitive,” your words barely make sense and he scoffs before leaning forward, his tip kissing your entrance. He rubs through your arousal a few times, sending chills up your spine, body subconsciously jerking away from him.

“You started this. Now you’re going to finish it,” his tone and the way his gaze is locked on your’s silences you instantly and you just nod once as he pushes in.

You both let out a moan at him finally being inside of you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your back arches off the ruined cushion. He grabs the hem of his shirt and places it in his mouth before he finally begins to move.

He doesn’t start out slow, his first thrust knocks the air from your lungs and you immediately reach down and press your hands against his lower stomach when his tip presses against your cervix.

“Move your hands,” he demands and you do, decided to grab at his toned sides instead. You can feel every muscle rippling under his skin with each brutal thrust into your drenched hole. Before you can stop yourself, you reach out to try to slow him down again, which doesn’t bode well.

“I said move your fucking hands,” he pulls out, grabbing your throat before flipping you over the arm of the couch, your chest pressed to the rough fabric. He slips back into you with ease, a hand wrapping into your hair tightly.

Every time he slides into you, a whimper escapes your throat and your fingers grab onto the arm of the couch even tighter. You feel like you’re fighting for your life, tears streaming and his cock buried so deep that it feels like it’s in your damn throat.

He releases your hair and wraps a hand around your throat instead, squeezing the sides and making you see stars. He pulls you back by your throat, your back flush against his chest and his thrusts somehow never falter once.

“Come on now. You can take it. You said you hate me so let me fuck you like I hate you,” he whispers into your ear, words coming through clenched teeth as another tear escapes. He turns your head towards him and licks the salty liquid from your cheek before pushing you back down onto the couch.

That’s all it takes for you to cum again. You don’t even have time to warn him before your orgasm comes crashing over you like a tidal wave. He slows down but doesn’t stop completely.

“Shit, Min. If we keep going I feel like I’ll pass out,” you whimper out and much to your dismay, you hear him chuckle behind you.

“Well that’s too bad because I’m not done with you yet,” his words send a chill down your spine and be grabs both your elbows, pulling them behind your back before drilling into you.

Once again, you can’t warn him when you feel a sensation like no other in your lower stomach.

“Seungmin! Fuck baby I’m-” you can’t finish your sentence when you feel it rush out of you and all over the couch beneath you, along with Seungmin’s thighs.

You just squirted every where and it was enough to send Seungmin over the edge as he buries himself deep inside of you.

“Gonna fill this pussy with, hope it takes so everyone knows exactly who you belong to,” he rambles, slowly pumping in and out of you before collapsing on top of your body. You both lay there, bodies wet from sweat and…other excretions before you hear and feel Seungmin take a deep breath.

“I went on a date and could only think about you the entire time,” his words are quiet and the room falls into silence shortly after, the only thing you hear is your heart pounding in your ears.

You feel the tears well up behind your eyes and bury your face into the couch, trying your best to not let him see you cry.

“Get out. I hate you. I fucking hate you,” you murmur out and Seungmin freezes. You sniffle, still fighting tears. He has to fight every instinct in his body to not wrap his arms around you. Instead, he pulls out and stands up.

As he begins to pull his clothes on, you grab a blanket and wrap it around yourself before making a beeline towards your once shared bedroom. You shut the door and lock it before sinking to the floor and letting the tears fall from your eyes.

You hear the front door open and close before you hear the door lock. He still took his key. He’ll be back. You’ll fall into the same cycle again and you’re excepting that. The part that hurts the worst?

He didn’t try to kiss you even once.

[skzot8forever]

this wasnt in the poll but i would be interested in seeing 2min bot

i totally forgot to put 2min on that poll! I went with poly 2min so I hope that's ok! thank you for requesting 🩵

Minho and Seungmin had just returned from the last episode of their radio show, Kiss the Radio, which they hosted with Young K from Day 6. When they returned home to your shared apartment and saw you relaxing on the sofa, Seungmin was first to cuddle up beside you.

"Yah Kim Seungmin... move up," Minho loomed above the two of you, not wanting his puppy like boyfriend to hog you with his paws.

"Aish... this hyung..." Seungmin complained, but with a smile nonetheless as he hauled you along with him so that Minho could join the two of you.

If you want to chat with this bot you can here! Or if you want to explore more bots then my c.ai account is @/skzot8forever! Asks are also open if you have any bot requests!

[leeknowsnot]

CHAPTER 5 — “He Waited Again”

The morning air inside Lina’s apartment was still and cool, the usual scent of her shampoo lingering faintly after her routine. The soft click of her toothbrush being placed back in its holder echoed in the quiet. Another school day. Another long stretch of hours spent trying to keep her thoughts in order.

And yet, as she slipped on her backpack and reached for the doorknob, she hesitated.

Her hand hovered over the metal handle for just a second too long.

She hated that she was even wondering.

Was he going to be there again?

The memory of yesterday—of Seungmin leaning against the hallway wall, the baseball flipping in his palm, that casual smile on his lips—flashed through her mind. She blinked it away quickly.

'Don’t be silly,' she scolded herself silently. 'It doesn’t mean anything. He probably just left at the same time as you. Coincidence.'

Still… her heart beat a little faster as she twisted the knob and opened the door.

The hallway was still and quiet.

But when she stepped out and turned her head—

He was there. Again.

Leaning against the same patch of wall, foot propped lazily against it, one hand tossing a baseball in the air while the other was tucked into the pocket of his school pants. A navy cap rested backwards on his head. As soon as he heard her door, his gaze flicked up, a smile forming—familiar and effortless.

“Morning,” he said.

Lina froze for a split second—then relaxed, though her heart felt strangely lighter.

“…Morning,” she muttered back, softer than intended.

They stood there in a calm, shared silence, the kind that felt like it could hold a million unsaid things.

Then, Seungmin tilted his head and gave a little motion with his chin.

“Let’s go?”

She nodded.

The two of them walked together, side by side, just like yesterday. Her steps felt more natural now, but her thoughts weren’t nearly as quiet.

Seungmin tossed the ball up, caught it again, over and over—his rhythm oddly calming. Lina glanced sideways once, twice. Her thoughts wandered.

'Who did he meet last night?'

'Was it someone important?'

'Why did it even matter to her?'

Her eyebrows creased slightly.

She stole a glance at him. Same relaxed posture. Same gentle rhythm of tossing the ball. Same unreadable expression.

He noticed her silence before long.

“You’re quiet,” he said, eyes still forward.

“Hm?”

“You’re not this quiet. Usually you're already bullying me by now.”

She scoffed faintly. “I’m just sleepy,” she lied smoothly.

Seungmin smiled to himself like he didn’t quite buy it, but he let it go. “Mm.”

The rest of the walk passed in a peaceful rhythm, footfalls against pavement, birdsong in the distance, and the occasional clack of the ball against Seungmin’s palm.

When they reached the school gates, and the two began to split ways, Seungmin called after her casually.

“Hey.”

Lina turned her head slightly.

“Wanna watch my baseball practice later after school?”

She was blinking fast like her brain hadn’t caught up with the question. The question was so sudden and casual—and somehow intimate—that it caught her off guard. “I—I…uh…”

“Yessss!”

Two familiar voices cut in from behind. Hana and Soojin, appearing out of nowhere, flanked her like mischievous twins.

“She would love to,” Soojin added with a sly smile.

“She’s been dying to,” Hana winked toward Seungmin.

Seungmin looked amused as his eyes flicked between them, then to Lina.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said with a small laugh, turning toward his classroom.

Lina stared after him, flustered and wide-eyed. “Wait, that’s not—!”

But he was already disappearing into the growing crowd of students in the hallway.

Beside her, Hana smirked and looped her arm through Lina’s.

“So he’s the one you were thinking about yesterday when you spaced out.”

Lina’s jaw dropped. “Wh—No! I wasn’t—!” she stammered, flustered.

“Please,” Soojin teased. “You looked like you were picturing a drama scene.”

“I hate both of you,” Lina muttered, shoving her face into her hands.

The three of them stepped into the classroom, their laughter mixing with the sounds of chatter and chairs scraping. But as they entered, Lina’s eyes drifted toward the hallway once more—where Seungmin had disappeared moments earlier.

Just a glimpse of his back through the crowd, but it lingered longer than it should’ve.

Lina barely made it past the classroom doorway when she felt it—that unmistakable pressure of eyes burning holes into the side of her head.

She sighed before even looking.

Sure enough, Hana and Soojin were already seated at their desks, their heads turned toward her like synchronized statues, matching wide grins plastered on their faces. The moment she sat down, the two of them leaned in at once.

“…What?” Lina asked flatly, sliding into her seat and adjusting her hoodie like armor.

Soojin beamed. “Tell us everything.”

“Tell what?” Lina deadpanned, avoiding their stares and pulling out her notebook a little too forcefully.

Hana wasn’t having it. “Seungmin, obviously! Don’t play dumb. Just the other day you were denying everything—‘I don’t even know his name,’ ‘we didn’t lock eyes on the bleachers,’ blah blah—now we catch you walking together like it’s nothing?”

“And!” Soojin added, leaning even closer, “He personally invited you to watch his practice. Are you guys, like��� dating already, and you’re just too shy to tell us?”

Lina gave her a pointed glare, leaned forward—and promptly flicked Soojin on the forehead.

“Ow! Rude!” Soojin pouted dramatically, rubbing the spot.

“I’m not dating him,” Lina muttered, slumping into her hoodie like a turtle retreating into its shell.

Hana giggled. “We’re just surprised, that’s all. You’ve been, like, the queen of emotional lockdown since freshman year, and now you’re casually chatting with one of the most good-looking guys on the baseball team like it’s nothing.”

Lina shrugged, eyes fixed on the edge of her desk. “It just… happened. We only talk during class rep meetings. That’s it.”

She wasn't about to tell these two that they live beside each other. Otherwise, they wouldn't let her hear the end of it. That and she respected Seungmin's image.

Soojin narrowed her eyes. “Yeah? Then explain the walk to school this morning.”

“That—!” Lina faltered. “That doesn’t mean anything.”

“Uh-huh.” Soojin leaned back in her chair with a smug snicker. “If it doesn’t mean anything, why did you stutter like that?”

“I didn’t stutter.”

Hana and Soojin both raised their eyebrows at her.

“…Much,” Lina mumbled, retreating even further into her hoodie.

The girls exchanged another look, bursting into soft laughter. But eventually, they took mercy on her.

“Alright, alright,” Hana said with a grin, “We’ll drop it.”

“For now,” Soojin added.

Lina didn’t reply. She simply slouched lower, tugging the hood over her head until her face was half hidden. But the frown she wore wasn’t an irritated one—it was the embarrassed, overwhelmed kind. The kind that silently begged for a break from teasing, just until her heartbeat slowed down and her face wasn’t burning anymore.

She peeked at the doorway for a moment, but Seungmin was long gone. Still, her gaze lingered on the hallway outside before she forced herself to focus on her notebook.

Right on cue, the classroom door creaked open again.

Their homeroom teacher entered, pushing his glasses up as he stepped to the podium. “Alright, everyone, quiet down. Take out your materials.”

Conversations died down as students shuffled to open books and turn pages. Hana gave Lina’s shoulder a playful nudge before sitting up straight, and Soojin stifled one last giggle before mouthing, We’ll talk later.

Lina sighed and scribbled something meaningless in the margin of her notebook, her mind miles away from the subject already.

Why did she still want to look toward the door again?

She didn’t.

Not really.

…Right?

⸻

The locker room buzzed with the familiar rustle of jerseys and the thud of rubber shoes against the tile floor. Seungmin sat on the bench with one knee raised, tugging at his shoelaces, looping them tightly before double-knotting. His head was down, brows furrowed in focus.

The door creaked open. “Gather up, boys,” their coach barked as he strode in, clipboard in hand.

The team shuffled around him in a semi-circle, a few still slipping on gloves or adjusting caps.

“We’ve got two weeks,” Coach began, voice firm. “Two weeks before the game against Jeonghwa High. And I don’t want anyone treating this like just another drill. You give me a weak swing today, and that’s exactly how it’ll look when you’re under pressure later.”

A few players exchanged glances, nodding.

“Treat this like the match itself,” the coach went on. “Communicate. Move with purpose. Be sharp. Got it?”

“Yes, Coach!” they chorused, voices echoing off the lockers.

“Good. Get out there.”

The team raised their fists. “One, two—hurrah!”

They clapped each other on the back as they filed out into the sunlit field. The brightness hit them instantly, some squinting and shielding their eyes with gloved hands. But the energy stayed high—players thumping each other's backs, offering quiet “let’s do this” nods as they jogged toward their positions.

Seungmin smiled faintly at the camaraderie, returning a few shoulder taps of encouragement. But before he headed off, his eyes instinctively flicked to the bleachers.

They were empty.

He paused—just for a second. He wasn’t… upset. But his smile faded slightly, his lips pressing into a firm line. His eyes lingered longer than they should’ve before he finally turned and jogged toward centerfield, slipping his cap on tighter and rolling his shoulders.

'Focus,' he told himself. 'It’s just practice.'

For the next thirty minutes, the team moved like clockwork. Balls cracked against bats, soared through the air, and slammed into leather mitts. The sun beat down hard, and shouts of direction and signal codes bounced across the diamond.

Seungmin was there. Present. But not fully.

His swings were a fraction too slow. His throws slightly off-angle. He moved, but without his usual precision. And his expression stayed locked in a subtle grimace.

“Timeout!” the coach’s whistle shrieked.

Players straightened and wiped sweat off their brows, a few groaning as they bent to catch their breath.

“Seungmin,” Coach called, gesturing him over.

With a sigh, Seungmin jogged toward him, both hands propped on his hips as he exhaled heavily.

“What’s up with you today?” the coach asked, eyes narrowing. “You’re usually cleaner than this. You play like that in two weeks and we’re toast.”

“I know,” Seungmin muttered, squinting up at the sky. “I’ll fix it.”

“You better. You’ve got the skill. Just don’t let your head screw with your game.”

Seungmin nodded along, jaw tightening, even as the sun made it hard to see straight. But then—

His squinted eyes focused on something. No—someone.

A trio of girls was climbing up the bleachers, arguing and bumping into each other like kids choosing seats at a concert. Hana playfully shoved Soojin before pointing to the middle row. Lina trailed behind, hoodie sleeves covering her hands as she shook her head and tried to rein them in.

Seungmin blinked.

'She came.'

His lips twitched, and then curved fully into a grin. It wasn’t loud or boastful. Just genuine.

He turned back to the coach and gently patted the man’s arm. “I’m good now, Coach. Thanks.”

Before the man could even question the sudden shift, Seungmin turned and jogged back toward his position—his steps quicker, lighter, more energized.

“Alright, alright,” the coach muttered under his breath, still baffled. “Let’s resume!”

With the whistle blown again, the field sprang back into life—but this time, Seungmin moved like he’d woken up from a fog.

Sharp eyes. Fast reflexes. Steady rhythm.

And every now and then, as he caught a pop fly or landed a clean throw to second base—he’d glance toward the bleachers.

Lina didn’t notice at first. She was too busy pretending not to be watching at all.

⸻

“OH MY GOD, NUMBER 24!!!”

Hana's voice cracked mid-scream, but she didn’t care. She was practically vibrating where she stood, fists clenched in excitement as her eyes followed the team sprinting around the bases. Beside her, Soojin was nearly hanging over the rail, her hands cupped around her mouth.

“He just smirked while catching that pitch!”

“Did you see that jump??” Soojin screamed back, her ponytail flying behind her. “Number 8 has insane calves—this is elite content!”

The two of them collapsed against each other dramatically, half-laughing, half-crying, as the other students nearby glanced at them with equal parts amusement and alarm.

“My future husband is literally playing shortstop right now,” Hana declared solemnly, as if narrating her wedding vows.

Meanwhile, Lina sat behind them on the bleachers, arms crossed over her knees, silently observing the field. Unlike her loud friends, she wasn’t cheering for every play or squealing about jawlines and muscle definition.

Her eyes? Trained solely on Seungmin.

She pretended to look casually interested in the game, but the truth was obvious in the way her gaze flicked toward him every time he stepped forward. Whenever he got ready to pitch, or moved to intercept, Lina’s breath hitched and she leaned forward—just slightly—her feet sliding back on instinct as if bracing herself to run with him. Her grip on the edge of the bench tightened when he sprinted; her whole body relaxed when he made the catch. Every time his brows furrowed in focus or he wiped his forehead with the back of his wrist, something about it made her heart clench.

She didn’t scream like Hana or Soojin—but her silence was just as loud. Just as telling.

The moment shifted again.

“LOOK at Number 11’s swing,” Soojin shouted, “He’s like a Greek statue in motion!”

“HE SMIRKED AT THE BALL. THE BALL, SOOJIN.”

The two of them were now practically sobbing from excitement, clinging to each other as the team rotated positions.

Lina didn’t react.

But when Seungmin walked toward the dugout for a short break and paused to wipe his sweat with his jersey—her eyes followed every movement like he was the only person on the field.

Then all three girls were clasping hands—silently, reverently—as Seungmin stepped up to pitch again.

“Please let him nail this throw,” Hana whispered, even though she wasn’t even rooting for him in particular.

Lina, lips pressed into a tight line, just nodded once—her eyes wide with hope she didn’t want to show.

The ball flew.

The crowd erupted.

“WOOOOOHOOOO!!” Hana and Soojin shot up and screamed, jumping up and down again.

“I DON’T EVEN CARE THAT HE’S NOT MY FAVORITE,” Hana yelled. “THAT WAS SO COOL.”

Lina just blinked.

And smiled.

⸻

The sun had begun to dip by the time the coach finally blew the whistle, signaling the end of practice. The players were gathering their things, some already flopping onto the grass with exhaustion.

Soojin let out a long sigh, fanning herself with both hands. “Okay. I have to admit it. That wasn’t just practice. That was artistry.”

“Also,” Hana added, wheezing, “we’re not just talking Seungmin now. That entire team has no right being that attractive and talented. Like—what’s in the water here?”

Lina, arms crossed, gave them both a look. “You guys screamed like you were at a STRAY KIDS concert. It was practice. They were literally just tossing a ball around.”

“You were quiet but you were more on edge than both of us combined,” Hana teased. “I saw you lifting your butt every time Seungmin did something remotely athletic.”

Soojin wheezed. “You literally forgot to blink at one point.”

“I did not—”

“Hey.”

They turned.

Seungmin stood near the bottom steps of the bleachers, his uniform still slightly dusty, his hair tousled and damp. He looked flushed from exertion but his smile was easy and warm. He gave a short nod at Hana and Soojin in greeting, then turned his full attention to Lina.

“Did you guys enjoy watching?” he asked, voice casual but with a slight rasp from all the shouting and running.

“YES,” Hana and Soojin blurted at the same time.

“Absolutely,” Soojin added with a dazed grin. “It was very… stimulating. I think I developed like... five new crushes today.”

Seungmin laughed, raising a brow. “Five?”

Hana leaned in toward Lina, whispering loudly, “Don’t let her lie. She said earlier she wants to be Number 8’s water bottle.”

Lina nearly choked. “Oh my god, please stop talking—”

Soojin made this wiggling move that Lina could swear she'd twirl in place, and spoke. “I mean, I don’t wanna be weird or anything—”

“Too late,” Lina muttered under her breath.

“—but your sweat was like, really aesthetic. It just kind of… slid down your temple and I was like, wow, that’s a whole K-drama moment.”

Lina nearly choked. “Soojin!”

Seungmin’s shoulders shook slightly with quiet laughter. He looked over at Lina again, something gentler in his eyes. “Are you guys heading home now?”

“We are,” Soojin said quickly, sharing a knowing glance with Hana. “But Lina’s free.”

“Totally free,” Hana chimed almost too immediately. “As in, mentally and physically available for post-practice ice cream.”

“SHE’S NOT,” Lina hissed, eyes wide with horror. “THEY’RE LEAVING.”

But it was too late. Hana and Soojin were already jogging off, laughing like cartoon villains as they waved back.

“Have fuuuun~!” they sang over their shoulders.

Lina stood frozen, expression caught between outrage and total embarrassment.

Seungmin glanced after them, then back at her, lips twitching. “They’re very… lively.”

“They’re monsters,” Lina muttered, tugging at her sleeve. “I need new friends.”

He laughed again—soft, fond. Then he looked at her, tilting his head slightly.

“…So that makes just both of us, then?”

Lina paused. Her heartbeat jumped slightly. Her breath caught for half a second.

“…I guess it is hot,” she mumbled, eyes shifting away but a small smile betraying her.

Seungmin laughed under his breath. “Then let’s go. Before they come back to chaperone and before you change your mind.”

Lina quietly snorted, rolling her eyes and shaking her head in amusement before finally walking ahead of him.

[skz-fanfic-recs]

hii 🥰🥰

Do you have any angst 2min fic recs?? THANKS!!! and thanks for all your other recs, I’ve been reading all of them this past week lol 😊

hey 🥰🥰 yes i do! and ofc <33

hand over hand by afterthedisco

thistle by thisismk

cloud chasing by sapphirenightingale

no one dies from love (guess i'll be the first) by afterthedisco

In the lost corner of your heart by sapphirenightingale

waving at you by afterthedisco

[bangchansspicybuldak]

Alright, what do we think about a circle of unrequited loves? (Related to "Words Existed, but yours broke my heart", 2min, my fanfiction on Ao3)

Entry will be of:

Hyunjin, Minho, Seungmin, Felix and Chan >:D (I've kept Han and Changbin and Jeongin as neutral)

[hearted-anon]

Trend

Words: 764 Notes: I wanted to give this trend a try! T/w: Read at your risk.

He felt nothing. Seungmin felt everything, while Minho felt nothing. Despite the multiple arrows shot through his heart at the hear of his elimination, Minho hadn't uttered a word since the announcement, solemnly keeping a neutral expression on his face as the members gathered around him and sobbed their heart out.

The usually quiet Seungmin was no different.

Grabbed by the arms of the puppy, Minho continued his eerie silence as Seungmin engulfed the older in his embrace, tears sinking into the same clothes that were meant to be the ones that stuck with them for life, why did Minho have to leave so soon? As the younger continued to wail, Minho could feel his own tears welling up in the corner of his eyes, quick to wipe them away. He was their hyung, their protection and their support, not some baby that needed stupid comfort.

"Stop crying, you all need to go to the next segment soon." The older mumbles, not in the tone meant to let the younger detach without warning with tears in eyes, but almost desperate for him to move on, not with someone as useless as him. Seungmin only seemed more wanting to cling onto Minho, his cries getting louder as he refused under any circumstance to let go.

The members were hesitant at the sight, not wanting to pull Seungmin out of his numb clinging onto the older, looking as if they were twins that were about to be separated forever. Seungmin didn't move an inch from his spot with his arms wrapped around Minho, besides the shuffling where he lifted his head for a gasp of air.

"Please Seungmin, don't make this more difficult than it has to be." This time, he let go. Slowly but surely Minho felt the younger slipping through his fingers, it made him frustrated. Frustrated he couldn't save the members from their emotional hurt that they are experiencing, frustrated that he wasn't good enough for them.

The younger only let go after much relentless coaxing, staring at the older with teary and shiny eyes, the reflection of the failure Minho was looking right back at him under those pleading eyes, silently begging him to stay. Seungmin looked akin to a kicked puppy, as if the waterworks were about to start again as the distance between the two grew further and further. His heart squeezed and suffocated itself, he didn’t want to lose his partner in crime, his hyung, and his own family.

“Thank you for teaching me everything…” Seungmin mumbles, afraid to go any louder should his voice crack any moment. Minho just stared back blankly like a stone statue, rotting in the reminisce of time and awaiting his turn to finally leave. It just made the younger want to bawl all the more, rushing out of the member’s comforting hugs to claw and squeeze and the fabric of the older’s shirt. He didn’t want this, he didn’t want Minho to leave, he tugged and begged for him to come along but it was futile.

He was eliminated, and it was going to stay that way.

Eventually after being quite literally pried away from Minho, they both stood between each side of the stage this time, but it felt like they were in different universes, about to close the portal to each other’s worlds. Seungmin felt knives slash into his heart the farther Minho was from the group, like a distant memory to them finally fading away. He could hear the member’s quiet sobs in the background, as if they were afraid to let Seungmin know they were hurting too, knowing how badly hurt he was by this.

“I’LL COME BACK FOR YOU! I PROMISE!” The younger yells out with what little breath he had left, feeling the tears well up again when they was no response, only the quiet echo of the stage that hummed back at him remorselessly. He vowed that Minho would come back hook or by crook, he would beg, borrow and steal for his hyung to be back, he couldn’t risk losing what felt like his other half. The member’s had no response to the shout of a promise, only comforting pats and shakes of head, as if they didn’t believe that Minho was here anymore, grieving the lost of their loved one.

“Go.” He heard the soft whisper of a broken voice, he recognised it immediately. However, there was no turning back, he couldn’t doubt that it was the older, who still stood like a ghosting waving in the background.

Maybe one day they would reunite.

[taeiun]

i hv a question of upmost importance.. taste test yes or no !!!!!!!

ERM UH yes!! 😻

[sereia4skz]

A-Side MASTERLIST

#500StarsForYaya | #1kShootingStars | B-Side Masterlist

FAKE TEXTS

fluff: 🫧 | comfort: 🌸 | angst: ⛈️ | suggestive: ✨ | smut: ❤️‍🔥

OT8!

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as something my friends have said 🫧

pranking them with “she’s busy” 🫧

they accidentally confess to you 🫧 ✨ ⛈️

you accidentally confess to them 🫧✨

texting them to come over ✨ ❤️‍🔥

they get you flowers when they’re on tour 🫧

sending them an ootd 🫧

hidden hobbies 🫧

sickly birthday 🌸

sending them a rauncy sleepwear picture | hyung line ❤️‍🔥

sending them a rauncy sleepwear picture | maknae line ❤️‍🔥

relationship status: in trouble | hyung line 🫧 ⛈️

relationship status: in trouble | maknae line 🫧 ⛈️

freaky bf texts | hyung line ✨ ❤️‍🔥

freaky bf texts | maknae line ✨ ❤️‍🔥

'how did i get you' bf texts | hyung line 🫧✨

'how did i get you' bf texts | maknae line 🫧✨

wait... we're dating? | hyung line 🫧

wait... we're dating? | maknae line 🫧

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BANG CHAN

bf!bang chan texts 🫧✨

you have an anxiety attack | 3racha ⛈️ 🫧

tunnel vision down-bad 🫧

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LEE KNOW

bf!lee know texts 🫧 ✨

soft lino and pda 🫧 ✨

dating minho 🫧 ✨

unprofessional professionalism ⛈️

nevermind professionalism pt2 🫧

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CHANGBIN

bf!changbin texts 🫧 ✨

you have an anxiety attack | 3racha ⛈️ 🫧

lonely breathes ⛈️🌸

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HYUNJIN

bf!hyunjin texts 🫧 ✨

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HAN

bf!han texts 🫧 ✨

you have an anxiety attack | 3racha ⛈️ 🫧

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FELIX

bf!felix texts 🫧 ✨

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SEUNGMIN

bf!seungmin texts 🫧 ✨

jealous vocalracha 🫧 ✨

tsundere puppy seungmin 🫧

drunk apologies ⛈️🌸

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I.N

bf!jeongin texts 🫧

jealous vocalracha 🫧 ✨

“am i just a dick to you?” ✨

cultural differences: 'cute' 🌸

strawberry milk apologies ⛈️🌸

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POLY!

poly!minsung texts 🫧✨

you and jisung are crushing on minho 🫧 ✨

you and jisung are dating minho pt2 🫧 ✨

you and minho turn on jisung pt3 ✨

poly!seunglix texts 🫧✨

poly!seunglix | double, double toils and troubles 🫧✨

surprising them on tour | poly!seungjin 🫧

surprising them on tour | poly!vocalracha 🫧

poly!3racha bf texts 🫧✨

poly!danceracha bf texts 🫧✨

poly!vocalracha bf texts 🫧✨

poly!vocalracha texts 🫧✨

adventures of being stupid in love | poly!paboracha 🫧

poly!paboracha vs the skirt 🫧✨

brats poly!2min ✨

poly!waxingracha bf texts 🫧✨

poly!jilix bf texts 🫧✨

[justastraymoa]

You call another member Daddy

2Min version

Thirsty bitch y/n swears smutty talk some angst disguised as crack or crack disguised as angst you choose

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl. Pics off pinterest or has a watermark to owner.

Masterlist

Also new contact pic for Seungmin.

[twobluegoldfish]

why can't you hate me? -2min

pairing: seungmin x minho synopsis: seungmin is sure of one thing. he will never be good enough. not for school. not for finding a job. and certainly not for minho. genre: angst, fluff, college au wc: 2,000 | masterlist

Another rejection. 

He can’t say that he didn’t expect it but that didn’t make it hurt any less. It had been weeks of “Thank you for your interest, but you’re not quite what we’re looking for at this time” and “We will get back to you later” with no response later. Despite all the places that Seungmin had applied to, hoping that he would score an internship for his last semester of university, nothing seemed to be working out. 

Sighing, Seungmin just stared at his phone screen as it faded to black. This was one that he really thought could work out. He knew that he wasn’t the most qualified applicant but still. He thought that there would maybe be someone who could see his potential and be willing to take a chance with him. 

It had been multiple minutes since the call had ended yet, he stayed seated in the study room where he had taken it. He wasn’t quite ready to face the world outside of the safe haven he had created in that room. Outside there were plenty of his peers who were getting somewhere with this. They had easily gotten whatever jobs or internships that they wanted but Seungmin just couldn’t. He wasn’t even sure what he was doing wrong. His resume was good, maybe not perfect but it was good enough. He thought that he presented himself well in both his application and on these calls. 

But they all ended the same way. Rejection. 

Seungmin would be lying if he said that it wasn’t starting to bother him. 

It was. 

Thoughts that he had worked so hard to prove wrong seemed to come back full force. The only difference was that this time, he found himself believing them. 

He wasn’t good enough for any of these positions. He wouldn’t find somewhere that wanted him. He would be stuck where he was forever. His degree was going to be pointless because he wasn’t enough. He wasn’t qualified. He wasn’t good. 

He started to accept all of these things as true. There was nothing that was proving them false. Despite all of the effort he had put in to rid these thoughts, they were stronger than ever. To the point where they were bleeding over into other aspects of his life. 

He will never be good enough for his boyfriend. Minho will see how you really are eventually, there’s no hiding it. Minho is so good and all Seungmin was doing was dragging him down. No matter how much effort he put into being better, Minho would always deserve better than him. 

Minho was too good for him. 

Eventually, Seungmin was able to pull himself out of his head enough to pack up his belongings and finally leave the study room. His classes were over for the week and he and Minho had plans to go on a date that weekend. The plan was for Seungmin to go over to Minho’s apartment after class and just spend the weekend there. He had even packed all his clothes and brought them to his class so he didn’t have to go back to his own apartment. 

However. he found himself hesitating. Before he could convince himself not to, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

From Min <3: hey minnie, work is running a bit late today so you’ll probably beat me to my apartment

From Min <3: i know you have your key but i just wanted to let you know anyways

From Min <3: can’t wait to see you later <3

From Seungmin: okay, be safe. heading over to your now, i’ll see you soon <3

With that, he pocketed his phone and started on his way to Minho’s. The pair had been together all four years of university and Seungmin had gone apartment searching when looking for this apartment. It was basically a second home. He was there just as much as he was at his own apartment. They had talked about moving in together but decided that they wanted to wait until they were both graduated. Even being a few years older, Minho had only graduated about a year before. 

Part of Seungmin had always felt guilty, that he was making Minho wait for him as he struggled to keep up. He knew that his thinking was irrational but it didn’t stop those thoughts from popping up from time to time. 

His walk to Minho’s apartment was one of those times. 

Since he knew that route to the apartment like the back of his hand, he was able to let his mind wander. 

He couldn’t help but think that Minho saw Seungmin as something holding him back. It had never been a problem when they were both students, both of them bound to the area around the university. Now, however, Minho had free range of the entire world but Seungmin was still stuck. After graduating, Minho had picked up a job at a local dance studio, teaching dance lessons. Seungmin knew that he loved his job but it wasn’t what he wanted to do forever. He had always talked about opening up his own studio in a big city somewhere. That fit perfectly with what Seungmin wanted – to work at a big law firm somewhere. 

Minho was free.

Seungmin kept him stuck right where he was. Restricting his abilities to accomplish his dreams. 

When he was finally able to shake the thoughts from his head, he was already at the door to Minho’s building. He chose to take the stairs up as Minho only lived on the third floor and the elevator was currently on the fifth. 

Seungmin let himself into the apartment like he had done time and time again. He set his backpack on the kitchen counter and made his way into Minho’s bedroom. Unsure of how much time he had until Minho got home, he grabbed an extra pair of his clothes that he kept in the apartment and decided to take a shower.

Mid shower, he heard the front door open.

“Hey Minnie, I’m home,” he heard Minho call out from somewhere in the apartment. 

“In the shower, I’ll be right out.” He yelled back. 

Quickly, he finished up his shower and changed into the fresh set of clothes. Exiting the bathroom, he found Minho sitting on the bed waiting for him.

“Hi baby,” he greeted from the bed, looking up from his phone. “How was your day?”

“It was fine, how was yours?” Seungmin responded with a shrug before taking a seat next to Minho. He was deliberate with the space he left between them, unsure if Minho even noticed. 

“It was really good. I had my 3 to 4 year old class this afternoon and they were surprisingly really good listeners today. I was able to get through a good amount of the number that we are going to do for their recital.” Minho told him. “Then my teens solo is coming along really well. I really think that she has the potential to place in some competitions this season.”

Seungmin tried to smile and nod along when appropriate but he knew that his smile wasn’t reaching his eyes. He really did care about his boyfriend and how his day was but he couldn’t ignore the little voice in the back of his head telling him that he was just holding Minho back, that he would be achieving so much more without Seungmin in his way. 

Minho seemed to notice how preoccupied Seungmin was, despite him trying his best to hide it. Minho knew him better than that. He always knew.

“Did you hear back from that place that you applied to the other day?” he asked, hoping that the change of topic would help Seungmin refocus on their conversation.

“Yeah.” He didn’t offer anything more.

“How did that go?”

“They said that they didn’t think that I would be a good fit for the company.”

“Oh love, I’m really sorry. Did they say why?”

“Do they really have to?” Seungmin’s voice rose along with his anger. He wasn’t even sure why. He knew that he was misplacing his anger and that Minho had been nothing but supportive throughout the entire process. “I’m not fucking good enough for any of these companies. I’m not what they’re looking for. They all want someone with experience but I don’t even know how to fucking get experience because everyone is turning me down. I’m fucking stuck here.”

It was all bubbling over. 

The weeks of phone calls that got nowhere. The weeks of rejection email after rejection email. The weeks over seeing everyone else in his life accomplishing things while he was stuck in the same cycle that he was never going to get out of.

It had finally become too much for him to handle. 

“I know this process has been so long and so hard on you but you’ll find somewhere. The right place just hasn’t come along yet.” Minho tried to pull Seungmin into a hug but the younger fought him and was eventually able to pull away.

“You don’t get it, Minho!” He was unable to stamp down any of the anger that had flared. “I’m just wasting everyone’s time. I’m wasting all these companies' time with these stupid phone calls. I’m wasting my own time on this stupid degree that I’m never going to get anywhere with. I’m wasting your time by keeping you here and making you deal with all my shit! I don’t get why you don’t hate me. Why can’t you just hate me? It would make everything so much easier. You could finally see that you deserve more than this. You are so, so good and I’m just holding you back from the rest of your life.”

“I could never hate you.” Minho stated it as if it were fact.

“I’d hate me if I were you.” Seungmin knew that he was just fighting to fight, his words didn’t hold as much venom anymore. “I’m the reason you’re stuck here for another year.”

“I’m not stuck anywhere. I’m choosing to stay here with you for one more year. Everything that I want in life, I want to do it with you by my side.” Minho had finally managed to pull Seungmin onto his lap, holding him close as if he were going to run away. “I like where I am now. I like my job, my apartment, and I love my little life with you. It’s not what I want to do for the rest of my life but it’s exactly where I want to be now.”

“You could be doing so much more.”

“I don’t want to. Not right now at least.” He placed a kiss onto Seungmin’s forehead. “There is nothing about my life I want to change right now.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just having a hard time seeing why I’m worth it to you.”

“I wish I could show you the Minnie that I get to see everyday. The one that wakes up extra early so that you can make me breakfast and pack my lunch before you go to class. The one that always makes sure I’m taking care of myself and will help me do so on the days where it’s hard. The one that always thinks of me. The one that I am so excited to know for the rest of my life.”

“You just deserve so much more.”

“I don’t want more, Kim Seungmin. I want you.”

“I don’t get it.”

“Please let me spend the rest of my life showing you why I love you.” Minho grabbed Seungmin’s chin and turned his head so they were looking each other in the eye. “You are the only thing I want in this life. Why can’t you let me show you how much I love you?”

“Is this really worth it for you?” Seungmin asked, hesitantly.

“You are worth everything to me. You always will be.”

[doitforbangchan]

All Bark and No Bite - 19

oops i couldn’t wait for the weekend 😅 happy 4th of july to my fellow american homies 🫡🫡

Masterlist /Series masterlist

Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8

ABO!Nonidol!SKZ Alternate Universe

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Chapter warnings: Afab/fem reader, smut, unprotected p in v, oral (f + m), kissing, Dom!Chan, Dom!Minho, Dom!Seungmin, Sub!reader, subspace, threesome (m/f/m), Double penetration (mouth and Vagina), 2min being absolute deviants, face smacking, choking, crying (a TON), Dacryphilia, voyeurism, spanking, sir kink, dirty talk, pet names, spit, cum eating, fluff, angst, cursing, violence, blood, threats, broken bones, (sorry to all the wooyoung stans- this hurt me to write), Chan is not a good guy here but he’s hot so 🫠🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

WC: 10.2k

Sun beams streamed into the room, the early morning light dancing across your lids as you woke up. You groggily creaked your eyes open then instinctually reached your hand over to find your alpha- though you found the spot empty. Chan's side of the bed was cold, he had to have been up for far longer than you.

Click 

Clack

Click

 There was a quiet clicking sound that filled the room. It was the first thing you really took notice of as you came to your wits.You rubbed your eyes and lightly lifted your head up. In the corner of the room at his laptop sat Chan. He was still in his underwear that he wore to bed and he was typing away at the keyboard in front of him. He hadn’t noticed that you had awoken yet, so you observed him for a few minutes. His brow was furrowed and he kissed his teeth. 

The alpha typed away for a few more minutes, then he sighed in frustration and threw his head back. It was at that moment he noticed you were awake, looking at him with sleepy eyes. He smiled at you with a tender look. “Good morning, gorgeous.”  

“Mmph. Morning Channie. What are you doin?” You swung your legs over the side of the bed and reached your arms up in a stretch. 

He sighed again and turned back around to his computer. “Just some work that couldn’t wait until after the weekend.” He wouldn’t tell you that he had gotten up early to do some digging on Wooyoung and had gotten fed up when he didn’t find anything of note then checked his work emails. “There's a buyer who wants to see a huge property a town over.” 

You padded slowly over to your alpha and draped yourself over his shoulders, nuzzling your face into his neck. “That must be exciting for the company.” 

“Mmhm, it’s a really expensive piece of land. The buyer wants to get this deal done asap and is sending me over there tomorrow to meet with them. On a fucking sunday.” He huffed and rolled his eyes.

 You could feel his frustration radiating out of him so you brought a hand up to his head and ran your fingers through his curls, trying to comfort him. You felt him physically relax and you let out a gentle purr. “M’ sorry alpha. You work so hard for your company, you deserve some time off.” 

He snorted, “Yeah like that’s going to happen anytime soon. I’ve already taken too much time off the last few weeks thanks to a certain someone.” He playfully kisses your arm that was wrapped around him then leans into you. “My old man understands how important bonding with an omega is so he’s been lenient but since I’m the one that's going to take over the business I have to make sacrifices sometimes. Being able to provide a comfortable life for you and the pack makes it all worth it though.” 

“You’re a good man, Chan.” You kissed his neck again, your scent sweetening with your pure love for him. The smell was so heavenly it made his eyes almost roll into the back of his head. “I am so lucky to have the most perfect Alpha as my mate.” 

Chan tried to hide his bashfulness and the dusting of pink that appeared on his cheeks by turning his head but you managed to catch a peek anyways. You giggled and reached a hand to pinch his cheek. He shook his head and laughed along with you. “Don’t tease me! And don’t pretend you're not the perfect one, my little omega.” He turned and gave you a kiss on your lips this time and hummed. “I do have to get back to this for now though my love. Not much longer.” 

“Anything I can do to help?” You stood but kept your hands on his shoulders, massaging them lightly. 

He turned back to look at you with a smirk and his eyes shining with mischievous intent, “Wellll there's one thing I can think of…” 

“Hmm,” You hummed wearily, “what’s that Channie?” 

“Cockwarm me while I work.” 

You choked on your air intake. That is certainly not what you had in mind. “You- you want me to do what?” 

He patted his lap cheekily, making you look down to notice his member hardening in his boxers. “Come on pretty omega, take a seat on alphas dick and keep me company. That would really help me get some work done.” His grin was teasing as if daring you to do as he asked, as if you truly had an option. 

You licked your lips as you felt your panties dampen instinctually. You weren’t naive enough to think it would help him that much or that his intentions were pure but you also weren’t going to deny your alpha anything he desired- which right now was you.  

Your hands fell from his shoulders as you circled around to the front of his chair. You held eye contact with him when you crouched down in front of him and reached for the hem of his underwear. His gaze was sharp as he took in your every miniscule movement,brown orbs  already dilating like a beast of prey. Your breath was shaky when you hooked your pointer fingers into the hem and slowly pulled them down his thighs until his hard length sprang out and slapped against his stomach.  

You stood up again and this time pulled your own panties down, letting them fall to the floor as you stepped out of them. Chan licked his teeth and patted his lap once again. “Your throne, my queen.” 

That made you huff a laugh and eased your nerves a little. 

“You’re a dork.” 

 Bracing your hands on his shoulders you positioned yourself to be straddling his lap and he helped you line yourself up. With a deep breath to prepare for the stretch, you sank down onto him and engulfed him completely. Your eyes screwed shut and you let out a whimpering moan. Chan sighed blissfully when you were fully seated, his strong arms pulling you into his chest. 

“Thata girl.” 

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and gave him a small grind. He held back a moan, instead tutting at you. “Uh uh baby, just sit still f’ me and keep me warm.” 

Settling into a good position the both of you let out a content sigh. You kept your head buried into the crook of his neck while he let go of you and went back to his laptop. You closed your eyes and relaxed into him, trying to pass the time with a nap. The both of you managed to sit like that for about a half hour. You did your best to focus on napping but you were beginning to get needier and needier. Chan was doing a good job at keeping a poker face and typing away as if you weren’t clenching and leaking all over his dick. 

Your thighs started to burn from the position you were stuck in so you tried to subtly adjust to relieve some tension, but the movement made you push him deeper into you. You let out a quiet moan when you felt him twitch inside of you and couldn’t help but shift your hips, making your walls drag against him which caused him to moan in return. 

“F-fuck baby, can’t go moving your hips like that.” 

“M sorry, you just feel so good.” You whined in his ear. You could feel your slick dripping out of you and onto Chan's dick,“S’deep in me, feels so good alpha.” 

He let out a growl at your words, his resolve quickly crumbling. “Feelin’ needy now, baby? Can’t even sit here and be good, you need your alpha to take care of you?” 

You nodded rapidly, clenching around him tightly at his words. “Uh huh. I tried to be good for you Alpha. I sat here as long as I could.” 

“Well it’s a good thing I’ve just answered my last email then huh?” 

With no warning the man beneath you lifted his hips to buck into you, making your back arch as you moaned. “Nnnnghh alpha!” 

“Hold on to me baby.” 

You did as you were told, tightening your hold on his shoulders. When he felt that, Chan put his hands under your spread thighs and gripped the meat there. He used his strength to lift your body up then brought you down again. You felt every ridge and vein of his cock rub against your walls, making you whine and throw your head back. 

Chan used your body as if it was his own personal fleshlight, lifting you up and down over and over again. His panting in your ear sent shivers down your spine. The alpha relished in the feeling of your slick dripping out of you and falling down to his thighs, the sloshing making him want to pound into you even harder. Your little breathy ‘ah’s filled the room along with the sounds of your ever accumulating slick.

“Fucking hell omega, you’re taking me so well. Nice and tight and so fucking wet. Is that slick all f’ me?” You were too caught up in the pleasure, not registering that he had asked you a question. The alpha halted his movements, making you let out a desperate whine that turned to a cry when he laid a sharp slap against your butt. After he smacked it he grabbed a handful of the tender flesh and squeezed. “I expect an answer when I ask you a question.” 

“Yes yes! M’ so wet for my alpha.” You began to cry as you tried to bounce on his dick but he kept you stationary. He gave your ass another hard slap, this time groaning when he felt you clench down on him even as you hissed from the pain. “Please alpha, need to move, need to cum please.” 

He hummed in thought as if weighing his options. You couldn’t stop your squirming as you tried to gain more friction but his hold on you was too tight. Just when you were about to cry again he delivered one more stinging strike to your skin, then roughly fucked up into you and resumed his previous pace. 

Your nails were clawing into his bare shoulders as you felt your high approaching quickly. You started nibbling on his neck hoping to stimulate the man even more than he already was and it seemed like your efforts were not in vain. 

“Fuck omega, I’m getting so close, need to feel you cum on my cock then alpha will give you his knot. You want alphas knot, pretty girl?” His voice was throaty and rough and it made your eyes roll with how sexy it sounded as it sent you even further into that deep subspace that only he could send you too. The alpha could make your brain fuzzy with a single look; when he fucked you it sent it into overdrive. 

“Uh huh, wan’ your knot.” Your words were slurred, barely making it out of your mouth before he changed up the tempo and made his movements more of a deep grind into your core, hitting your special spot and also letting his pelvis rub perfectly against your clit. “Fuck oh my god gonna cum. Alpha m’ gonna cum!” 

“Go ahead, baby. Make a mess on my lap.” 

With his permission you let go and felt the snap within you, your pussy tightening around him as you came. “Ngggggghhhhhhh Channie! Alpha!” 

There was a deep rumble from within the man's chest as he gave into his instincts and started rutting up into you harder than ever before, making you scream at the overstimulation. He gave you three more rough thrusts before you felt his knot begin to inflate within you, locking himself into place within you and warm spurts of his essence coated your walls. You couldn’t stop spasming and squirming on his lap as you felt him fill you to the brim. 

After a few moments Chan seemed to catch his breath but you couldn’t stop shaking and whining. He let go of his hold on your thighs and ass, bringing one hand to the back of your head as he stroked you to soothe you. “Shh baby, you’re ok. I’ve got ya.” He gave your cheek a gentle kiss and he pumped out calming pheromones. It took you a few minutes to finally come back down to earth. When you came to your senses you lifted your face from his neck, both your face and his neck were wet with your tears and you looked dazed. “Are you ok my love?” You nodded with a ‘hmfp’. He chuckled at how cute you were. “Did alpha fuck you too good?” 

You nodded again and felt your face heat up at his words. “Mmhmm. So good. Missed alphas cock.” 

“My baby is turning dirty!” He mocked a gasp in shock. “You’re spending too much time with those heathens, they’re corrupting you.” 

You giggled and kissed his cheek, “I think it’s you who's doing the corrupting around here Channie.” You tilted your face to align with his and you gave him a deep kiss on his plump lips. His tongue invaded your mouth and mingled with your own, giving you a taste of each other. 

He pulled away with a loud ‘mwah’ and rubbed your noses together, making you giggle and peck his lips again. You could feel his knot beginning to deflate, so the alpha adjusted his hold on you to lift you up gently and pull you off of his member. You hissed when you felt him leave your body, the knot not yet down completely so it gave you a small tug as it left you. That pain turned to relief when you were able to move your legs- the appendages burning from the held position. 

Chan helped you off his lap and to your feet. Your legs felt like jelly and almost gave out but he was there to catch you and steady you. “Easy baby, gotta be careful after a rockus love making like that.” His tone was cocky and he grinned the same way, making you roll your eyes and stick your tongue out at him. “You watch that little tongue of yours omega, you stick it out too much and something may just come by and snatch it!” He made a quick pinching motion at your face making you squeal and back away from him. 

“You can’t have it, it's mine!” You pushed his hands away as they reached out to grab you again, both of you unable to control your laughter. “Get away you monster!” 

“Monster? Oh no baby, I’m the big bad wolf.” He grinned evilly and wiggled his fingers at you. “And if I catch you I’m gonna eat you up.” 

“You won’t eat me!” You backed away further and towards the door while still keeping your eyes on him. Just as your hand reached the doorknob he pounced, making you shriek. “Ahhh no no no!” You wretched the door open and flew out of the room, the alpha hot on your tail.

“Where ya goin little red? Don’t you wanna play with the wolf?” He reached for you but you barely made it past his fingertips.

“No thanks! I don’t play with monsters!” You managed to get down the hall to the bathroom in the hallway, closing it and locking it a mere second before your alpha got to the door. “Yes I made it! Take that you dirty wolf!” He pretended to scratch at the door and you stuck out your tongue again at the door. “You can’t see it but I’m sticking my tongue out at you!” 

You could hear him chuckle and scratch at the door again. “Come on out and play with me some more little omega. Give this wolf another taste of you.” Both of you knew he could make you come out if he really wanted too, but the chase was more fun. No sense in ending it with an alpha command. 

“Nuh uh, I’m fine here.” 

“Hmm, I’ll get my hands on you eventually, little red. I am a patient wolf.” The playful bite in his tone sent a quiver through your body and your brain fuzzy. It made your hands twitch and you almost opened the door for him. Almost. 

“We’ll see about that. Now get outta here so you don’t listen to me pee!” 

He just laughed and then you heard his footsteps walk away from the door. 

Coming out of the bathroom after doing your business and brushing your teeth you caught a glimpse of a stocky figure rounding a corner down the hall. 

Changbin 

You sped after him reaching your hand out before he could go into his room. “Binnie, wait. Where have you been? Are you ok?” 

His head spun around to you then quickly back around, not looking you in the eye and seeming nervous. “Hi Y/n.” 

“Y/n? Since when do you call me by my real name?” You were confused and honestly a little hurt and it showed in your voice. You reached a hand out to touch his shoulder but he jerked it away, still not looking at you. “And why won’t you look at me? Have I done something wrong?”

That made him whip his head back to you, balking at you. “You get borderline assaulted because of me… and you ask me if you did something wrong? Are you serious?” 

“Oh Bin..” You knew he would be taking it hard. “I’m fi-” 

“Don’t say you're fine or it’s ok like I know you’re about too. It’s not ok, Y/n.” He put up a hand and cut you off. His hard gaze went back to the floor. You could just barely see his lash line fill with unshed tears. “Nothing about me being a shitty alpha to you is ok, so let’s not stand here and pretend it is.” 

You shook your head, a deep furrow in your brow. “Binnie don’t say that-” 

“It’s true! If I had been more aware -paid more attention to you- then you would have never been grabbed, let alone touched at all. I selfishly put my own wants before your needs. A good alpha wouldn’t have let that creep touch you.” His voice was raised and harsher than you had ever heard it. Usually he was loud with laughter and fun; it felt unnatural and made a pit settle in your stomach.

Now your own eyes were filled with liquid and all you wanted was to comfort him. “Changbin, it’s not your fault. Will you look at me please?” He still refused to look at you, choosing to keep his head down instead but you did see him sniffle a little bit.

“I don’t deserve to look at you.” 

“Seo Changbin” You tried to make your voice as hard as possible and you put your hands on his cheeks tilting his head back up and making him look at you. “Look at me. I. am. Fine. Do I look hurt? Do I seem like something is wrong with me?” 

“No..” He mumbled, a tear escaping his eye. You were quick to wipe it away with your thumb. 

“Then why are you beating yourself up about it, huh? I am here safe with the pack. Safe with you. We are all here together safe and sound, isn’t that all that matters?” 

“Only because Minho stepped in.. If he hadn't, who knows what could have happened to you.” By now the tears were streaming down the man's face, wetting his cheeks and your hands that still held them. 

“Changbin, that is enough! You are a great alpha and I have no doubt in my mind you would have come to my rescue soon enough. And it doesn’t matter who got there first anyway, what is important is that you and I are both here together. So please, please stop being so hard on yourself. It’s breaking my heart. I cannot bear to see you so upset.” You meant every word and looking in your glassy eyes he knew you did. He knew you weren’t one to lie. 

The alpha couldn’t hold it in anymore and released a quiet sob, attacking you into a much needed hug. “M’ so sorry baby. I love you so much. I don’t know what I would have done if he had hurt you.” 

Even though you were also crying you attempted to sooth him, your hand going from his face to his back as you held on to him. “Shh it’s ok. I love you too, Changbin. My sweet, wonderful, handsome alpha.” 

He sobbed even harder, his grip on you tightening as he tried to get as close to you as possible. You let him hold on to you for as long as he needed, the both of you crying and comforting the other. After a few minutes he slowly pulled back from the hug, instead choosing to bring your mouths together for a tender kiss. You practically melted into his kiss, his soft lips molding with yours. Even though there was no teasing or tongue involved it was just as deep and full of passion. 

This time it was you who pulled back first, your hands coming back up to his face and wiping away the remaining wetness from his perfectly rounded cheeks. “No more tears from you, I can’t stand to see you in pain.” You whispered, giving him your most sincere eyes. 

“Now you know how I feel when you cry.” He replied just as quietly. Changbin gave you one last quick peck then let you go completely, stepping back from you and a pink tinge appearing on his cheeks. He cleared his throat and you couldn’t help but to giggle. Of course you giggling made him join you; your laugh was just that contagious. 

The mood was instantly lightened, the tension visibly lifting from the alpha as he calmed down. But there was still a question remaining in your mind. “Binnie, where did you go last night? I didn’t sense that you came home, I was worried.” 

“I uh,” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “I just spent the night walking around the woods. I was too ashamed to face you or Minho, so I thought it was easier to just walk home from the carnival to collect my thoughts.” 

You nodded in understanding, grabbing his hand and rubbing the back of his knuckles. “I’m just glad you came home at all. Chan told me he had talked to you but he didn’t specify what he had said so I was scared he had given you an unjust punishment.” You noticed the grimace in his expression. “Wait, did he? What did he say to you?” 

Bin shrugged as if it was no big deal but the crack in his voice gave him away. “Nothing crazy… He just took away my gym privileges for a while.” 

You quietly gasped and pulled him into another hug, “Oh Binnie, that’s horrible I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s ok Baby, all it means is I have to work out at home. Give ya a show.” He flexed his muscles at you, giving you a wink and making you laugh. 

“How about you come give me a show right now? I need to take a shower and you could join me if you want.”  You made a show of biting your lip dramatically and wiggling your eyebrows. 

Changbin burst into that high pitched laughter that you loved so much and nodded his head. “I could definitely use a shower after being outside all night.” 

You sniffed him and made a fake disgusted face, waving a hand in front of your face. “Yeah I’ll say.” 

“Hey now don’t you start bullying me! You’re turning into those jerks!” 

“H-O-T-T-O-G-O. YOU CAN’T TAKE ME HOT TO GO!” 

It was about three hours later after your shower with Changbin (which to your surprise did not turn sexual), and you were just finishing up sweeping the kitchen floors after you cleaned up breakfast while listening to music. You wanted to get a few things done today; feeling energized and needing to dance it out while you cleaned up. You offered Changbin to help you but he was exhausted after his night meandering the woods. 

“H-O-T-T-O-G-O, snap and clap and touch your toes

Raise your hands, now body roll, dance it out, you're hot to go” 

You did as the song said, bending down and body rolling, getting lost in the music. You were so thankful there was a radio in the kitchen. A low whistle from the kitchen entryway scared you, making you turn in fright and a hand fly to your chest. 

“Seungmin, stop scaring me!” 

The beta snickered, leaning on the wall. “Can’t help that we keep meeting like this little puppy.” His darkening eyes raked over your form, subconsciously licking his lips. He had observed you dancing for a few minutes before he whistled; drinking in the sight of you in a little maroon skirt and one of his t-shirts. Don’t get him started on the little peek of your little purple panties that he got to see while you were bent over. It was enough to make a grown man cry. 

A grumbled ‘hmpf’ left your lips and you crossed your arms, clearly unamused. “I don’t know if you have some sixth sense but you always seem to know when I’m distracted.” You narrowed your eyes playfully at him. “You obsessed with me or something?” 

Seungmin scoffed and pushed off the wall, coming to stand right in front of you and keeping eye contact. “More than you know, little puppy.” His gaze was so intense it made you backup a foot until your back touched the edge of the counter, where the beta put his hands to cage you in. His eyes flickered to your lips then back to your own and he leaned down ever so slightly. 

Your lids began to close in anticipation of his kiss, but it didn’t come. Instead you were surprised again when you felt his hands go down to the back of your exposed thighs and you were suddenly lifted off the floor. “Seungmin!” You shrieked, and smacked at his shoulder. 

“Calm down pup, don’t go throwing hands I’m just putting you on the counter.” 

As he said he lifted you and seated you promptly on the counter behind you. Your legs were dangling off the side and Seungmin got another peak at your underwear.  

“You drive me crazy enough to throw hands so really I don’t think I am to blame.” You stuck out your tongue at him and he rolled his eyes, then pinched you quickly and backed away snickering. “Ow!” 

“Dramatic omega.” He wagged a finger at you in jest, laughing again when you huffed. The man turned and opened the freezer, pulling out two mini popsicles. “Put the claws away or you won’t get one of these.” He waved one around in front of you. 

You made grabby hands at the sweet treat , giving him your best teasing pleading voice. “Gimme please!” You cheered when the beta handed you the frozen pop. “Hell yeah!” 

Without wasting any time you unwrapped the treat and started to eat it. You hummed in satisfaction as you took in the flavor. Blue raspberry; your favorite. Seungmin just watched as you ate your pop lost in your own world. He felt the tent in his pants grow tighter as you sucked and licked the phallic ice pop and were oblivious to the show you were putting on for him. 

“That looks good, where’s mine?” 

Both you and Seungmin were pulled from your thoughts by Chan who had walked into the kitchen. 

“Uh” The beta stuttered, then pointed to the freezer. “I picked them up the other day, do you want one, Chan?” 

Chan had taken notice of you both before he even spoke, already getting a read on the younger male's dominant and lusty energy. Well, that, and he watched as Seungmin couldn’t take his eyes off of your sinful mouth or your panties that were on display. 

“Hmmm, no thanks Seung. But I may just steal a taste of yours, baby.” The alpha smiled cheekily as you happily stuck your treat out for him. He stuck his tongue out as if he was going to take a lick, then he chomped down quickly on your pop, biting off a large chunk. 

“NO HOW COULD YOU?!” You yelled, shocked at the sudden loss of your popsicle; your now blue mouth open and eyes wide. “YOU SAID YOU WANTED A TASTE! A TASTE!” 

Both boys were laughing at your plight as you stared down at your now almost gone pop. “M’ sorry my love, alpha will buy another whole case while I’m out, just for you. How’s that sound?” He brought you into a hug with you still sitting on the counter as you pouted. 

You perked up at the idea of your own box- then his other words registered in your brain. “Wait where are you going?” 

“Just gotta go run an errand. I won’t be too long.” There was something malicious behind his usually kind eyes, it was so subtle but you and Seungmin both caught it. Chan laid a kiss to your cold lips and gave your knee a pat. “Be good for Minnie, I’ll see you soon omega.” He winked then he was out of the room. 

You looked to Minnie hoping he would give you an answer to the alphas behavior but instead you found him already staring at you. Or more specifically the melting ice in your hand. The juice was dripping down your fingers now and you cursed softly when you noticed the mess it was about to create. 

Before you could grab a nearby towel to clean it up your wrist was grabbed by warm fingers. “M-minnie?” 

The beta plucked the stick from your hand and threw it in the sink a few feet away- the wood making a quiet thump as it landed. Seungmin took the hand that was in his grasp and lifted it up to his face and stuck out his tongue. You held your breath as he slowly licked up the dripping juice that lingered on your fingers. The action was so erotic and abrupt that you felt a flood of slick form in your underwear. 

Seungmin held eye contact while he licked and sucked each individual finger, and you were too entranced to move even an inch. Only after each finger had been ~thoroughly~  cleaned by him did Seungmin let you go. He licked his lips and smirked down at your still dumbstruck expression. “That was pretty tasty. I wonder what other sweet treat you're hiding from me.” 

The boy dropped a wink at you then he fell to his knees in front of you; his hands went to your bare thighs, where they made quick work of pushing your skirt up and out of the way of his next meal. He groaned at the sight of the wet patch of the front of your panties, making you feel self conscious and you threw your palms over your face. “Seungmin! We’re in the kitchen! We can’t do this here!”

He scoffed, “No better place to eat than in the kitchen.” You could feel his hand leave one of your thighs, then you felt the rough pad of what you could assume was his thumb on your clit, rubbing you through the purple material and making your hips buck on reflex. “Looks like you want it too, huh pretty puppy? Gonna sit like a good pup and let your master give you a treat?” 

You didn’t answer him while you sat in contemplation, but that was not what Seungmin wanted. You gasped when your hands were yanked away from hiding you and his rough fingers gripped the underside of your chin, squishing your cheeks harshly. 

“I asked you if you were gonna be good for me, don’t act like a mutt and answer my question.” His growled words held a warning in them and you knew better than to test his patience right now. 

“Yesh Seunminf.” You answered the best you could with your smushed lips, eyes already glassy and begging for his mercy. 

“Good girl.” 

His signature smirk returned to his beautiful face and he let your face go then brought his attention back to your center. This time he decided to not waste anymore time, and he dove in face first to your clothed core. Seungmin nosed your clit through the fabric and it had you gushing even more. He was breathing deeply as if trying to absorb as much of your pure scent as possible and you could see a hint of his eyes rolling back into his head. It made you want to hide behind your hands again but you didn’t want to risk the repercussions. 

He hummed when his wet tongue stuck out and he pulled your panties into his mouth, sucking your essence out of the fabric. The act was one of the lewdest things you have ever fucking seen; it made your body burn with both embarrassment and titilation. 

“Minnie” You couldn’t stop the moan that escaped when he kept licking into you, making obscene grunts as he feasted on you and made your underwear beyond soaked. As good as it felt it was not enough. You craved more. “Minnie please.” 

He ignored your plea, instead he dug his face even further as he suckled your panties into his mouth. The beta was getting lost in you- in your pussy- it was his favorite thing in the world (everything about you was, really). He kept at it until he felt your thighs squeeze against his head. 

Seungmin pulled his face back and glared at you for interrupting him. “Thought you were gonna behave.” 

You whimpered and bit your lip. “M’ sorry Minnie. Didn’t mean too. Just need more.” 

“More?” He scoffed, “My greedy puppy wants more? You think you deserve it?” 

You nodded rapidly, rushing your words out.  “Yes, please. Been good.” 

He huffed in contemplation, then he surprised you by ripping your soaking underwear off your body and suddenly you were hoisted from your place on the counter. “Fine, I'll give my puppy a real treat then.” He crashed his lips into yours, his mouth instantly devouring your own. You moaned against his lips and you felt him smirk again, and he nibbled on your tongue, making you squeal from the light pain. 

Thinking he was going to set you down on the ground you had no time to react before you found that the beta had basically thrown himself down onto the ground on his back, and hauled you down with him so you were sat atop of his chest. Then he gave you an expectant look. 

“Uhh” You were utterly confused, “I dont…I don’t know what…” 

Seungmin rolled his eyes and sighed, “Thought it was pretty obvious.” He motioned to his face. “Sit on my face.” 

“Huh?” 

“Sorry. Please sit on my face.” 

The casualty of his request was staggering; it left you in absolute shock especially since he had requested it in the kitchen. That was the biggest hurdle that you were having trouble getting over. “But..We’re in the kitchen… during broad daylight where anyone could walk in on us... Maybe we should go up to your room?” 

Your defiance was starting to irritate the beta, his eyes hardening even further and he let out a growl. “I don’t give a flying fuck where we are or what time of day it is. I will fuck you whenever and whereever I want. Now scoot your ass up here and sit on my fucking face and let me eat your pretty pussy. I’m done asking.” 

You yelped when his hands harshly gripped your thighs and he forcefully dragged you up until you were hovering over his awaiting mouth. The grip he had on you only tightened when he immediately dug his face into your core, making you gasp at the contact and your hands flew to his hair to balance yourself or you would have risked falling over.  

“Oh my god, Seungmin!” You couldn’t help but rock your hips as you moaned and called out his name as he lapped at your center; greedily swallowing down the nectar that flowed freely from you.  By now his nails were embedding themselves into your skin with how hard they were digging in, trying to keep you still so he could enjoy his meal. “M-minnie, s’good.” 

“Mmmmmm” He hummed and slurped at you obscenely, his lips encircled your clit and you felt the vibrations hit your sensitive nub. You jerked and spasmed when he gave your clit a teasing nip with his teeth. He chuckled when you tried to get away from the painful pleasure and held on even tighter; so tight you could feel the blood begin to rush from the wounds his nails inflicted. “Nope, you’re staying right here.” 

The slurping and moaning was so loud that honestly you were surprised someone else hadn’t already walked in to find you in this compromising position. Though the music was still playing so the tunes must be drowning out your obscenities. You looked down at the boy beneath you and his face was hidden by your skirt, the flimsy material hiding his rapturous expression. 

“So fucking tasty.” The beta mumbled, his words muffled,  feeling himself become almost drunk on your ambrosia. “Most delectable pussy I’ve ever tasted.”  

“You really have no fucking shame, do you Seungmin? I can smell what you're doing from outside.” 

Your head had been thrown back in pleasure so you hadn’t noticed a new arrival to the kitchen, nor had you noticed said arrival leaning against the counter a few feet away watching your fucked out expression for at least five minutes. 

Seungmin growled from under you, feeling possessive over his bounty. “Go away Minho. We’re busy.” 

The elder beta snorted a laugh, “Yeah I can see that.” Minho waltzed over to where Seungmin laid on the ground and crouched down in front of you. He reached out and lifted the skirt that hid the boy's face, meeting the mean glare that the younger boy was sporting; though Seungmin never stopped his ministrations. Minho flipped the skirt back over the others face and stood again. 

Minho took in your glassy eyes and the little whimpers that escaped your lips with every suck and swipe of the younger boy's tongue. He noticed the way your mouth puckered subconsciously as if it were searching for something. Minho reached out and cupped your cheek in his warm hand, his thumb running along your open bottom lip. 

“M-min” Your voice was pleading, though you didn’t know what you were asking for. 

“Mmm what do you need omega?” He cooed at you condescendingly, already having an idea but wanting to piss off the other beta. “Need me to take care of you too?” 

“I said go the fuck away you asshole. She doesn’t need anything from you.” Seungmin all but snarled at Minho, his voice raspy and wet from the juices in his mouth. 

“I wasn’t asking you, Seungminnie. I was asking our beautiful omega.” He stroked your cheek and kept looking down into your watery eyes, holding deep eye contact. “And by the looks of it she needs a little more stimulation. So what do you say, Baby?” 

You didn’t want to upset Seungmin but you needed something more. With trepidation you nodded your head, and grabbed onto the man standing in front of you. 

“M-more, Minho. Please.” 

He tsked, “Is that what you call me, omega?” 

Was he really about to embarrass you in front of Seungmin? 

He looked down at you with that domineering gaze and a flicker of arrogance on his face.

Yes. Yes he was. 

“Sir.” You whined, trying to keep your voice low. 

“Hmm? What was that, I couldn’t hear you. You’ll have to speak up like a big girl.” 

Seungmins tongue buried particularly deep into your hole, making you moan and lurch forward into Minho who held you steady. 

You took a deep breath and blinked back tears. You raised your voice a few octaves and held him tighter. “Sir, need something. Please Sir.” 

“Oh my fucking god” You heard Seungmin murmur in disbelief at the nickname you called Minho. 

“That’s my good girl. Here you go baby.” The patronizing beta ran his thumb along your lip again before forcefully shoving it into your open mouth. Instantly you started sucking on the appendage, it being just what you needed for your oral fixation. You hummed around the digit and lathed your tongue on the pad of it. 

Your hips started bucking even more and your whines got louder. You could feel your high approaching at a rapid pace now and apparently the two men could tell you were close. Just as you felt the knot begin to tighten within you, Seungmin gave your clit a big suck into his mouth and that was the kick you needed. 

The welled up tears started to leak down your face as you came, and your eyes fluttered shut at the delicious pleasure that went through your whole body. Your eyes snapped back open when you felt a sharp sting on your cheek and Minho was glowering down at you still with his cat-like eyes. 

“Look at me while he makes you cum. Don’t you dare look away from me.” He hissed and shoved another finger down your throat, making you choke. 

You fought to keep your eyes open as you came, shaking and whimpering from your place on Seungmins face. The slurping from below got louder as your sweet essence was dranken up by the beta man. The sound was downright filthy. 

Finally, Seungmins tongue had stopped moving within you and had returned to his own mouth. He gave you a moment to finish shaking then he scooted you down so you sat on his stomach once again. Minho let his hands fall from your face as he drank in the fucked out sight of you. 

Seungmin lifted his head from the floor as he comfortingly ran his fingers over the small wounds his nails left. His face was drenched in your slick, the liquid dripping down his chin as he sat up slightly and his tongue shot out to catch the drippage. He made a show of groaning at the taste of it when he licked his lips. 

“Mmm delectable.” 

You felt your face heat up as the mortification caught up with you. You peeked up to see Minho still standing there watching your every move and you couldn’t bear to look him or Seungmin in the eye so you cast them down instead. 

“What’s the matter, puppy? Are you embarrassed that Minho Hyung caught you out in the open acting like a dirty mutt in heat for me? Or are you upset you didn’t get to cum on my cock instead?” 

The teasing words had you whimpering and you involuntarily clenched your thighs around Seungmins waist. Seungmin was growing more and more open to the help of Minho, seeing how desperate it had made you and he knew the new possible ways to play with you were endless. 

Minho bent down and got close to your face as he fake pouted. “Aww I think she wants you to fuck her properly, Minnie. Look at her writhing at the mere thought of it.” It was true, you were fidgeting and you could feel even more slick gathering from your pussy and onto Seungmins shirt. “Poor baby needs your dick, Seung.” 

They both grinned at each other mischievously, both betas locking eyes in a silent understanding. This was going to be so fun.

The maps on Chan's phone alerted him that his destination was on the right hand side. The alpha kissed his teeth as he threw his phone on the passenger seat, then opened the door and stepped out. This was his last and most pressing matter of the day and he was ready to get it over with. 

Stepping up to the doorstep of the small house Chan knocked on the door and waited. After a minute the door was opened to a familiar face. 

“Chan, what a surprise! What can I do for you?” The elder man had a kind smile and seemed genuinely happy to see Chan. 

“How are you, JYP? It’s been awhile.” Chan shook hands with the beta man and he peered past the door for a moment. They exchanged quick pleasantries but Chan declined the offer to come inside. “Oh no thank you, I can’t stay long. I was actually looking for Wooyoung. I heard he was staying with you and wondered if he was in?” 

“My nephew? Yes he is in right now, I’ll get him for you.” Chan smiled and thanked JYP. “WOOYOUNG YOU HAVE A VISITOR!” 

A thundering of feet could be heard walking through the house and then Chan got his first in-person look at Wooyoung. The beta was slightly taller than Chan was, and he had long arms but he was on the lankier side. He noticed the smile fell from Wooyoung's face when he saw just who was at the door for him. Chan heard him whisper a quiet ‘shit’, and he had to bite back a devilish grin. 

“Hi, my name is Chan. I was wondering if you had a second to speak with me.” He noticed the hesitation on the boy's face, so he pressed the order a tad harder. “It’ll only take a minute.” 

Wooyoung was shoved out the door by his uncle, who gave him a pat on the back. “ Of course he has plenty of time! Chan does alot for this town, so be polite Wooyoung.” With that the elder man shut the door and gave them some privacy.

Chan could see the nerves that laid within the boy; the twiddle of his fingers and the anxious run of his tongue on his lip gave him away instantly. Good, he should be scared. 

“Nice to meet you Wooyoung. Changbin has told me alot about you.” 

“O-oh. Changbin is a good friend.” 

The alpha hummed in agreement, nodding. “He is. He is a good man and a great pack mate.” Chan took a subtle step closer to the beta. 

“Did Changbin send you here?” Wooyoung asked, mentally running over what Bin could have said to Chan. 

Chan clicked his teeth, and shook his head. “Nah. I came of my own volition. I actually had a question I wanted to ask you.” 

“Ok, what is i-” Before Wooyoung could finish his question, Chan's hand shot out and grabbed onto the younger man's throat. Suddenly Wooyoung's face was shoved forcefully against the wood of the house, his nose smashing and he could feel the crack of his bone and blood start to drip out. 

Chan snickered at the noise of pain Wooyoung let out and he tightened his grip on his neck. Chan dug his nails sharply into the skin and he felt the betas windpipe beneath his fingers. He got closer to Wooyoung until his broad body was trapping him against the wall.

“Do you like being grabbed, Wooyoung?” Chan seethed but kept his tone relatively calm, albeit a bit menacing. “Do you like it when a stranger that's stronger than you puts his hands on you?” When the beta didn’t answer Chan yanked him back and re-shoved his bloody face into the wood and made the beta hiccup from the pain. Chan's other hand had a tight hold on Wooyoung's hands and he kept them locked behind his back so he couldn’t fight back.

 “Let me tell you something, motherfucker. Changbin is a good man. But I’m not.” Chan increased the pressure on his neck, the beta letting out a choking gurgle as the blood flooded his mouth. “And I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty. So this is going to be your only warning.” Chan lowered his voice to an ominous sneer. “If you ever put your filthy fucking hands on my omega or my packmate again, I will rip your arms from your torso and throw them in the woods for the bears to eat.” 

Wooyoung squirmed and moaned in pain, his airways closing more and more with each passing second. For a split second he wondered if he would ever escape. Suddenly all the air he had been searching for came rushing back to him as he was released. Wooyoung fell to his knees and his hands flew to his neck as he coughed and sputtered, the blood of his face flying in specs everywhere.

“The only reason I haven’t done so already is out of respect for your uncle, who has been a pillar in our society. Be grateful he was able to save you… This time.” Chan stepped back and straightened himself out. “Go clean yourself up before you make too big of a mess on that poor man's porch.” 

With that Chan stepped off the porch and left the beta crying and sputtering, and slipped back into his car. He drove away without so much as a single glance back- as if the ordeal hadn’t even occurred at all. 

“Ngghhh” You gurgled out the best you could around Minho's cock but it only came out in a slobbery whine. His member was pistoning in and out of your mouth as he held your hair, using your face to get himself off but also making you incredibly horny. 

Seungmin was still under you but now instead of his face you were sitting atop his dick reverse cowgirl; the thick appendage sliding in with reckless abandon. Your thighs were burning but the divine pleasure of being used by them was too delicious for you to care. The sloshing from both your pussy and your mouth makes you dizzy and your brain mushy- you had no choice but to give yourself over to them completely (much to their- and your- delight).

“Feels so good, your pussy is always so damn tight. My dirty pup. So fucking good for us.” Seungmin could feel the way your walls clenched around him at the praise and it made him moan loudly. He cursed and his own hips started to quiver with the impending orgasm. 

“The best omega we could have asked for.” Minho was next to praise you, his head thrown back and his breathing hard. He himself also was not far from cumming. He groaned at the sight of your tears continuously leaking down your cheeks and mixing with the saliva on your chin. 

Minho opened his eyes when he sensed another presence nearby. Or to him it was more like a pest lurking around. Big boba eyes peered slowly through the threshold, hoping to catch a good look at what was happening in there, his cock twitching in his pants. Minho bit back a grunt, and he called out to the boy. 

“Get outta here Jisung, go jerk off somewhere else you pervert.”

A squeak left the younger boy and he turned around, bumping into his accomplice that seemed just as alarmed at being caught. Felix. He could hear them scurry down the hall together and rolled his eyes at their antics. It didn’t seem like you even noticed they had appeared or left at all.

For the two betas this was sort of poetic. A few weeks prior they had been at odds about you- and now here they were, coming together because of you, both with a common goal in mind; ultimate pleasure. 

“Touch your clit, baby. Make yourself cum on my dick, get me all messy with your slick pretty girl. I wanna be soaked in it from head to toe.” Seungmin requested through his moans and you did as he said, your nimble fingers traveling down your body and to your aching nub. You spasmed and whined when you made contact with it, which in turn made your walls quiver around Minnie's length. 

Minho's hand that wasn’t in your hair was on your now bare breast, fondling the heaving flesh and pinching at your nipple. You cried louder when he pinched particularly roughly on your already abused nipple. It was the final push you needed before you came for the third time today. You gasped and choked on Minho's length, making him pull out of your mouth so you could breathe. 

When you came your walls clamped down on Seungmin and triggered his orgasm, the betas hips stuttering as he filled you with his essence. “Fuuckkkk holy shit, so tight puppy.” 

The view of you both cumming together was too much for Minho and he stroked his member quickly in front of your open mouth, “So hot, what the fuck” he said through clenched teeth as his high came forcefully and his cum spurted out of the tip and onto your face, some of it getting into your open moaning mouth. 

All three of you were quite a sight, all shaking and crying with pleasure together in the middle of the kitchen. You and Seungmin were both covered in cum and slick, the combination of the two leaking out of you and all over the beta man's thighs and onto the floor. Minho couldn’t help himself and he leaned down and ran the fat of his tongue along your cheeks, collecting the salty mixture of your tears and some of his cum, and moaning from the taste. 

After a few moments all three of you were able to collect your breath and calm down. You were drifting in deep space and barely registered Minho's arms scooping you up and off of Seungmin. You let out a quiet hiss when your thighs were able to move from the held position. 

“Shh it’s ok baby. I know you're sore, we’ll take care of you.” Minho cooed and set you down on the counter again. “Hold still f’ me baby.” He used a damp rag to clean the remaining semen off of your face. You sat perfectly still as he made you sip a cup of water provided by Minnie. After every sip you took you were rewarded by pecks on your lips and a soft ‘good girl’. 

 After you finished your water you were scooped up again but this time by Seungmin. He had pulled his shorts back up but you were still completely naked as he carried you through the halls and to Chan's bathroom and to the massive bathtub. 

The two of you bathed together as you slowly came back down to earth. The beta smothered you with kisses and made sure to clean you thoroughly. It was just what you needed after the rough fucking they had put you through, even though you enjoyed it immensely. 

Minho was in the kitchen cleaning up the mess when he heard Chan come in and head into the kitchen, a grocery bag in his hand. Chan noticed the blush on the betas cheeks and the mop in his hand, a knowing smirk coming across the alphas face. 

“Make a mess?” 

Minho eyed the specs of blood that stained Chan's shirt and raised a brow. “I could ask you the same.” 

Chan shrugged and set the bag on the freshly cleaned counter top, pulling out a brand new pack of popsicles that he promptly stuck in the freezer. “Just went to clean up a mess, actually.” 

The beta hummed in understanding. “Baby is in the bath with Seung. She is feeling really delicate right now so I’d change my shirt if I were you.” 

Chan shot him a grateful thumbs up and headed up to his room, tearing his shirt off before he entered. He could hear you giggling and the sound of the drain from his bathroom so he quickly shucked on a new shirt then went into the adjoining room. 

“Stop Minnie!” You were laughing as you playfully pushed Seungmin away as he tried to tickle your sides. You were sitting on the counter as the beta dried you off after your bath. 

“I can’t help it, rules are rules, I have to tickle you after a bath. I can’t change the law, omega.” 

“You liar! Stop your nonsense!” It was then that you noticed Chan enter the bathroom. “Alpha!” You beamed and reached a hand out as a plea for help against the beta.

“I’ll save you, my love.” He laughed and dramatically grabbed Seungmin by the shoulders and shook him, making the beta laugh even louder and try to hold on to you. Chan was able to pull Seungmin away and held his arms as the younger boy struggled. “I got him, run baby!” 

You wrapped your towel tighter around you and hopped off the counter, only for your legs to give out after you took a single step and you plummeted to the ground. Your thighs were so sore you couldn’t even walk. 

At once both boys stopped playing and rushed to your side, with Chan hauling you up into his arms. “Are you ok baby?” 

You nodded, giggling and burying your face into his chest. You noticed that he wasn’t wearing the shirt he left in, but you decided not to bring it up. “Yeah I’m fine. My legs are just too weak right now. You guys really did a number on me.” You didn’t miss the low five Chan offered Seungmin. “Hey!” You smacked his shoulder and he only laughed harder. “You guys are ridiculous.”

Seungmin realized he was still borderline naked; with only a towel wrapped around his waist- and gave you a tender kiss as you sat in the alphas arms. “I’m gonna go get dressed. I’ll see you in a little while, pup.” 

Nodding you returned his kiss, “Ok Minnie. I love you.” 

“Love you too.” He felt his face heat up as he murmured the sentiment, glaring at the alpha who smirked at him and wiggled his brows. “Oh fuck off Hyung.” 

“Loooovee youuuu Minnniieeeee” Chan drawled teasingly as the younger passed him, cackling when Seungmin flipped him off as he left the room. Chan carried you to his bed and set you down on the soft sheets. Then he gathered a tank top and a pair of his boxers for you to wear. 

“How was your day, Channie?” You asked him once you were dressed. 

He tossed his head back and forth with a grin. “I had a pretty good day. And by the smell in the house I could say you did too.” Your face heated up and you pouted. “You won’t be pouting for long, omega. I got you something special while I was gone.”

That perked you right up, eyes showing your excitement. “Really? What is it?” 

“Close your eyes.” You did as you were told, screwing your lids shut tight. You heard him shuffle until he was on his knees on the bed behind you. Ever so slightly you felt the coolness of a metal chain fall around your neck, and you could feel Chan clip it behind you. “You can open your eyes now my love.” 

You snapped them open and instantly looked down at the necklace. Hanging down on a little silver chain was a ‘C’ made of rose gold. You cradled the pendant and turned to face your alpha, your lip wobbling. “Oh Channie. I love it. Thank you so much.” You launched yourself into him and wrapped him in your arms. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” 

Chan felt sheepish all of a sudden, holding on to you just as tight. “You’re welcome, baby. I know you have my bite but I wanted you to have another little piece of me with you always. Somewhere I can stay close to your heart.” 

You were literally melting at his words, your heart feeling light in your chest as you squeezed him. “I love you Channie. So, so much. I’m so grateful to have you.” 

“Aww baby, I love you too. More than words could express.” He kissed the top of your head. 

Chan couldn’t imagine his life without you in it, he loved you so much. Hell, you were soulmates for crying out loud. He would do anything for you. Care for you, love you, protect you. And nothing and no one was going to take you from him. That he was certain. 

“Oh and I picked you up another pack of popsicles.” 

“Fuck yeah!” 

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♯┆adams apple "experiment" with bsf lix .ᐟ

⋇┆Felix at 12:59AM (0:59) ♡

Seungmin ౨ৎ 승민

⋇┆shy boyfriend minnie .ᐟ

❥┆ reader with subdrop & minnie with domdrop .ᐟ 𓆩𓆪

⋇┆heats with puppy!seungmin .ᐟ

I.N ౨ৎ 아이엔

❥┆ Who Are You Calling Baby? .ᐟ

⋇┆daddy jeongin .ᐟ

♯┆'ATE' promo video inspired drabble .ᐟ

♯┆me being feral about his stage-name collar .ᐟ

⋇┆fox!jeongin's reaction to bunny!reader's heat nesting .ᐟ

𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

❥┆ Sharing is Caring masterlist : Poly OT8 & Fem!Reader Series [includes mxm] .ᐟ

⋇┆fingering argument with vocalracha .ᐟ

♯┆2min teaching jeongin how to fuck you .ᐟ

𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛

❥┆ After Last Night [I.N. x Chan] .ᐟ

♯┆subby chan x ot7 .ᐟ

?┆ ChangSeung .ᐟ coming soon

𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝙸𝙿𝚜

toys series (felix & seungmin specifically)

"the trip" ('Incidents' chapter)

changbin x seungmin smut (from kinktober lol but i separated it for my ocd's sake

frat boy skz series <3 (jeongin & chan's kinktober is unoffical chapter 1)

[bangrychannie]

Stray Kids Fic Recs- Camboy/Sex Worker

One of my favorite types of skz fanfics is camboy/sex work fics-- so much so that I have a specific tab for them in my fic spreadsheet lol. I've compiled a few of my favs here! Under read more bc they are all obviously NSFW. Mostly Minsung but there's other pairings as well!

My other rec lists:

College AU

Time Loop/Time travel

Demons

Angst Free

Misc.

maid for you by hyunnies (minsung | 3/3 | 31903 | Explicit)

Felix jokingly tells Jisung he should visit the local tsundere maid café. Jisung can't get the thought out of his head. "The waiter in front of him is so, so, so hot. ‘My name is Minho,’ he says. ‘Not that I think you really deserve to know that. Come on, let me find you a table.’ He spins on his heel and starts walking towards the back of the café."

Jisung is an absolute loser in this and I'm obsessed. I love this one so much I've read it like 3 times lol. There's also a part 2 in Minho's POV!

up all night by sshhadow (hyunchan | 3/3 | 81224 | Explicit)

Chan: so genie isn’t gonna be in racy lingerie and jerking off? I.N: :D I.N: keep ur mind open hyung

OR: Chan is a video game streamer who gets [lovingly] bullied into joining an adult cam site, and Jeongin just so happens to have a few friends to recommend. Chan is an immediate simp for 'Genie', who grants him a birthday wish.

This fanfiction is AMAZING, the descriptions are delicious and every chapter is so good you'll be on the edge of your seat and begging to read the next one. Luckily for you it's completed, I had to wait for the updates which was very hard lol

this is what it feels like by iamnotme (minsung | 4/4 | 42260 | explicit)

Minho didn't mean to walk on his roommate touching himself on camera. He didn't even know Jisung was a camboy. He certainly didn't mean to appear on camera with Jisung himself, but he's too in love with him to think twice.

This fic is the definition of porn with plot. There is obscene amounts of yearning that will have you shaking your head at Minho the whole fic. 10/10 recommend

afterimages of you by leebitcore (minsung | 3/3 | 50000 | explicit)

"Sell your plasma, or your sperm,” Minho reads. Jisung’s eyes widen and his jaw drops in horror, sending Minho into a fit of giggles. “Easy, legal ways to make quick money. Number three: Sell your sextape to Pornhub.” Jisung abandons the remote on the table to lean into Minho’s shoulder, looking at the screen with him. “I think we’d do better on OnlyFans,” he comments mindlessly, followed by a sharp inhale when he realises what he's just said. Minho nearly snaps his neck to look down, meeting widened eyes that are staring right back at him.

after breaking their dishwasher, college roommates Jisung and Minho resort to unconventional methods to afford a replacement.

Another fic with obscene amounts of yearning from Minho. leebitcore is an amazing author!

boy of my dreams (on my screen) by nyxlogs (2min | 1/1 | 16129 | explicit)

Minho clicks on the link instinctively, too curious. It leads him to a profile named @minnie. He's about to ignore it when the site and channel description catch his attention—oh. The face in the picture is half hidden in shadows, only the lower part visible. It could be anyone else, but Minho would recognize those lips anywhere.

Minho discovers his crush, who is also his roommate is a camboy. He tries to deal with it normally (he fails).

There's a trend with a lot of these which is Minho yearning obscene amounts for his bestie/roommate. It usually results in a great story tho lol. You need an ao3 account to read this one but it's well worth it

i want you flowin' through my veins by lilies of dreams (minbin | 1/1 | 10336 | explicit)

“Come again?” Minho finally utters, placing his fork back down beside his plate. It takes him a minute but Changbin clears his throat, a seeming burst of confidence perking him up. “I want to start an OnlyFans.” Changbin gives a little nod as he says it, as if he’s reaffirming them both that that’s what he wants.

We love down bad Minho in this house!

oh, you kissed me just to kiss me by natigail (minsung | 6/6 | 91063 | mature) Jisung has never quite gotten the hype about sex, but touch-starvation is creeping up on him. When Felix jokingly suggests going to a sex worker to “get exactly the kind of affection and experience he wanted”, Jisung can't quite put the idea out of his head. He ends up in bed with kindest man who is willing to just hold him and let him ask dumb questions. He should have known he was doomed to fall. Or The five times Jisung books an hour of Minho's time, and the one time Minho shows up unannounced on his doorstep.

I think most people have read this one but if you haven't, you def should! No smut in this one but a lot of beautiful nonsexual intimacy and discussions about asexuality. I'm planning on doing an asexual rep rec list soon so you'll probably see this one again lol

LMCat_98 has joined the chat by foxieyny (minsung | 3/3 | explicit)

> Hey! Congratulations, I’m dming to let you know that you won the 50k giveaway for a private stream. You get thirty minutes free, can request whatever you want, and if you wanna keep it going after your thirty minutes are up, we can talk a little about payment. Please see my pinned tweet for more info about payments + what I will and won’t do! Hope to hear from you soon! Jisung drops his phone to his lap, slapping his hands over his face hard enough that it hurts. “Fuck,” he says, to nobody but himself. “Fuck.” — Or: Jisung wins a private stream with his favourite camboy. He stresses out about it a normal amount.

Another thing we love in this house is pathetic down bad Jisung. Another one I've reread a bunch hehe

Power and Control by Starlost29 (Seungin | 1/1 | 6706 | Explicit)

Kim Seungmin is an established Camboy who has gained popularity due in part to the unique dynamic he has with his viewers. One evening, an unusual guest enters the chat and everything Seungmin thought he knew about himself and his role starts to crumble.

Short and very hot!

tell them what you saw in me by Yourfriendlyneighborhoodficwriter (minsung | 1/1 | 13000 | explicit)

“He contacted my account just earlier, saying that I won and that I have 48 hours to get back to him with my information to verify and ensure safety so I claim the prize.” Minho finally looks up from the food going soggy on the dinner table. He thinks he’s gonna be sick. “You think it’s stupid, right? I mean it is. Stupid. Why would—” He stops him before he finishes that sentence. “Jisung,” he says, and it comes out strained, like a final cry for help, a plea to some god he doesn’t really believe in. There’s no time to consider the best way to go about this, what he should share and what he should not. He just wants Jisung to stop talking before he says something that ruins everything. “It’s me.” - - - or: If Minho can't be loved, he needs to be wanted. And if he can't be wanted, he'll let himself be used. Enter Jisung, who threatens to ruin the order of things for him.

This one is angsty af but has a happy ending!

Shockingly that is not all of the fics on my list, if this post does okay I'll do another one! My next plan is college AU part 2, asexual rep fics, roommate fics, then maybe another fantasy one! If you have fics you'd like recommended from any category and don't want to wait, shoot me an ask and I'll compile a list for you! I love spreading the love of great fanfics <3

[seospicybin]

The last 30 seconds of Cinema by 2min is sooooooooooo beautiful it makes me want to write angst 😂