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houpss · 6 months

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SKZ in love with you, but you're not theirs

Two members are involved in the work. a few tears, melancholy, unreciprocated love

Bang Chan

Every beautiful person needs their own beautiful person.

Chan was like that, he loved you.

Oh..it seems you love not him, but Hyunjin.

Chan only wants the best for his members and cares deeply about them.

He would never go against them.

Chan never showed his sadness and disappointment, but maybe not this time.

He loves you. he loves your looks, your soul, your smile...he loves everything about you.

But you never noticed him as a boyfriend.

please...why don't you love me?

Chan is used to hiding pain behind a smile and overloading himself with work.

He will pour out unrequited love into songs, he will give free rein to his feelings in music.

Chan would like to take Hyunjin's place, he wanted you to love him. But you love Hyunjin and he loves you.

He wanted to take you away, take you away from everyone, so that you would only know about his existence. Be my universe.

He always wanted you to be happy and let Hyunjin be happy.

Only Bang Christopher Chan is unhappy here.

With trepidation in his soul he treasures the little things you gave him, he treasures your Polaroids and the smell of your perfume.

"I love you....I love you so much...and you....and you love me?" Words locked in his heart, words of his pain.

He will always smile at you and treat you like an angel, even when you announce that you are now Hyunjin's fiancée.

Lee Know

Love is so stupid.

Minho hated being attached, Minho didn't love loving. But he wanted to be loved.

God probably hates him?

Why did he love you and you loved Felix?

Oh..Felix is so kind, so sunny and friendly!

It was impossible not to love Felix.

And Minho was sarcastic, a little rude, but he had a soft soul. who will love his soul?

He was angry with himself because he allowed himself to love you.

He was angry at Felix...no, not really.

It was Felix who made the effort to woo you, he made you fall in love with him.

Felix gave you flowers, gave you gifts and took you on dates. Minho watched this from the shadow of his jealousy.

His soul is like snow, he is gentle, but not everyone loves winter, right?

He will want to confess to you, he is sure of his feelings

Loving is painful, love is never happy.

You love me too, don't you?

He was ready to be your world, but your world is sunny Lee Yongbok.

He confesses, you will accept his feelings... but you love Felix so deeply.

Guilt torments Minho's soul, he blame.

Warm your soul with this lonely love.

Seo Changbin

He listened to you talk about how you liked Yang Jeongin with a smile on his face.

In fact, it is very painful, it breaks soul.

He didn't want to hurt either of you, he didn't want you to be separated because of him.

He just loved you so much.

It hurts so much to see you two so in love with each other.

Jeongin deserved to be happy with you.

"Hyung, I love Y/n so much, she is my ray of light.." Yang Jeongin was happy and Changbin wanted him to be happy.

Why didn't he confess to you at the very beginning?

Perhaps..you would love him too, instead of Jeongin?

He sees your eyes burning with love, your gentle smile and the words frozen on your lips: “My Jeongin so handsome.”

Yes, you are happy next to the maknae.

And who will give happiness to Changbin? Why is he always behind?

He loses you again and again.

You are his first thought in the morning and his last thought at night.

He would probably never be sincerely happy for you.

"Just be happy and I'll handle it"

Hwang Hyunjin

Why Lee Minho?

Why did you love Minho and not him.

Hyunjin remembers everything about you... he was closest to you, he merged with your soul.

But you love Lee Minho.

He didn't even understand how it happened.

He dedicates lyrics and paintings to you, you're his aphrodite.

He sees how much Minho loves you, but what hurts is that you love Minho too.

Hyunjin is the perfect guy, he would be everything to you.

I will miss you and love you more.

Minho gave you so much happiness, Minho was your support and eternal happiness..why wasn’t it Hyunjin?

The boy was so tired of crying in pain at night. He washes himself with tears of pain.

One evening he will come to you in tears, lie quietly next to you and ask only for a little of your presence. Please don't refuse him.

He is like a faithful dog, he will always be faithful to you.

Love is cruel, love leaves deep scars on the heart.

Always in his mind are the words: “She loves Minho, not me.”

Lee Minho is probably the happiest person next to you? Hyunjin wanted it that way too.

It wasn’t him who kissed you that day, it was Lee Minho.

He will never accept the fact that you agreed to become Minho's wife.

He so wanted a little of your love, at least a little of your attention.

Han Jisung

He probably would never have confessed to you.

Chan has already done this.

Chan was such an amazing and good person. Chan was the best leader, rapper, dancer, singer and producer. This man could literally do everything.

What could Jisung do?

He saw how happy you were with Chan, you both glowed with happiness.

And Jisung could only silently swallow the pain and watch you.

The pain is so great that he will cause himself physical harm.

He could never admit his love for you.

But Chan did it, now Chan was kissing you. Jisung had the same dream.

He will withdraw into himself, he will push you away strongly. He hurt you on purpose so that it wouldn’t hurt him so much.

Jisung’s fears got the best of him, he just silently watched as you and Chan lived your best life.

Jisung would love to be your heart or be the love in your heart.

"It was so painful... I really don’t have anyone, you know?”

Jisung was helping Chan choose a ring so Chan could propose to you.

It's so painful to watch someone else's happiness.

He will never get close to you, he will never get into your soul.

He would never stop loving you, it was impossible.

Lee Felix

Felix has known you for so long and loved you just as long.

He wanted you to love him. You were his ideal and his dream.

But there was another person in your heart.

Seo Changbin.

He was always genuinely happy for the two of you. Lie.

Felix never understood why Changbin.

Felix was better...Felix wanted to be better.

He wanted to take a place next to you.

But you no longer loved him.

Changbin was your everything.

Felix knew every little thing about you, he knew your family like he was part of the family.

So why is Changbin next to you and not Felix?

Changbin was handsome, strong, kind and friendly. He smelled good.

But wasn't that what Felix had?

He knew you longer...he loved you more.

Felix is very jealous.

He remembers your friendly kisses on the cheek, but he wanted to taste your lips. They must be so sweet.

He silently watches you and wants to deceive himself that he is happy.

The sun has gone out, you aren't his.

You love Seo Changbin, but not Lee Felix.

Kim Seungmin

Of course, you didn't love him.

You loved Han Jisung.

It hurts, he understood everything perfectly.

Jisung was your boyfriend, your smile and your support. Seungmin could only dream about it.

But was Seungmin worse?

You were close friends with Seungmin, he knew how much you loved Jisung.

He would make sarcastic jokes at the expense of the two of you, hiding the pain behind the sarcasm.

He's even glad that Jisung is protecting you. He won't let you get hurt.

Jisung was a good producer, singer, dancer and rapper...Seungmin didn't have that, but he was the only one who thought so.

Seungmin will try to stop loving you, but he will fall in love with you even more.

You were too perfect.

He will deceive himself, because he thinks that he has stopped loving you.

But as soon as you call him, he will come immediately. He will always come to you.

He will try to smoke to replace one addiction with another.

And he will like it.

"I lit a cigarette when you left so it wouldn't hurt so much"

Last love, cigarette ashes.

Yang Jeongin

So cute, you love Kim Seungmin. And Jeongin loves you.

It hurts to accept that you love his Hyung and not him.

Maybe Jeongin isn't good enough?

Jeongin wanted to confess to you, he wanted to do it romantically and tenderly, he knew how much you loved it.

But Seungmin beat him to it, now Jeongin has lost you.

If Jeongin had rushed...would you have been his?

Now he locks the pain deep in his heart and hopes that you are truly happy with Seungmin.

Seungmin had a beautiful appearance, a beautiful voice and something that Jeongin didn't have.

Seungmin had your love, all your love.

Jeongin would also like at least a little bit of your attention and love.

You always considered him a younger brother and nothing more, you saw Jeongin as a close friend.

He probably didn't have a chance.

Beautiful lies, beautiful pain.

Jeongin will love you and wait for any mistake Seungmin makes.

He will get your attention.

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capricule · 9 months

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get yourself a freddy krueger lookin' ass who will look at you softly like that

alternatively, baby felix before he dyed his hair!

#capri art #infamous if #infamous #seven lawless #infamous seven #oc felix

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strawberryblue-blog · 21 days

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Hey so I looked for request rules and I didn’t find anything maybe I skipped over it or something I don’t know but I wanted to ask if you could write something for Joao? For smut😭 I don’t really mind but I need more fics for him🙁

Call out my name —Joao Felix.

summary: After breaking up with your boyfriend, you have a special night at a club with a complete stranger.

warnings: YES. +18. (smut, public sex, strangers to lovers, p in v, kinda angst, etc)

words count: +2.5k

A gulp of alcohol went down your throat as you tried to forget the memories of the past that were still pounding in your head. It was the first time you had been out in a long time and you were somewhat shaken, not only with the lack of partying you had but with your feelings of sadness that still haunted you.

Your friends had insisted that the first date after the breakup had to be wild and ruthless in order to forget your ex-boyfriend, who had cheated on you many times with his co-worker. So after almost four months in bed, depressed and lonely, you decided that his life had to go on and you were ready for an adventure.

Dancing and getting drunk has never killed anyone and it's what you need most right now. Your friends disappear into the crowd as you drink your last drink and stagger towards the dance floor. The music fuels your body and you begin to move your body to the rhythm of the melody, you meet your friends again who squeal when they see you coming and begin to dance.

You don't know how long it's been since you've been here but you can feel your feet hurting and the air starts to get thin, yet you keep moving your body against your friends. It's been a long time since you've felt like this and you've really missed feeling free. Your friend surrounds your waist and pulls you closer, trying to get your attention, you stop moving a little when her face gets close to your ear.

"You have an admirer up there" she whispers amused moving a little to position yourself. You swallow as your saliva feels dry from your sudden movements.

You turn your head slightly, dissimulating as you continue to move slowly. Your gaze focuses on a young man in the VIP area, he is holding a drink in his hand and leaning on the railing on the upper floor of the club. His gaze makes contact with yours and you feel the world come to a standstill.

Too handsome.

Seeing him in the glare of some light, you realize he is a young guy, with tousled dark hair and a dark gaze, which can be seen even when you are somewhat far away from him. His skin is so tanned that it glows in the flickering lights, his dark hair is shiny and he looks so natural tousled like this. Dressed in a simple white shirt a little unbuttoned on the first few buttons and black pants, simple but formal and handsome. You want to stop looking at him but you can't as a shiver runs down your spine. He is too handsome.

He was standing still, watching you while swaying your body to the music and your gaze can't move from him either. He's so handsome that you just had a crush on him and you're curious to know more about the guy and the atmosphere starts to get suffocating. For some reason, your stomach feels funny and you start dancing taking all the feelings out of your body, you had come for that. You don't care about making a show, you don't care that he is watching you, you just want to enjoy your night.

You close your eyes moving over your body, your hands spread all over your body, you lift your hair, you shout the song with passion, you have fun. Tonight you feel ready to let it all go and start over with your life.

You have a feeling that boy is still looking at you and that makes you want to keep doing it, so you keep dancing like there's no tomorrow. Enjoying the music at full volume, your head free of thought and your mischievous fun. When you open your eyes in his direction again, you notice that he is no longer there, watching you. Something of emptiness surrounds you, he must have left or maybe he was there with someone else. You sigh a little shaking your head and slowing your chest, it was probably an equis person taking a look around like everyone else here. He didn't even look familiar, it was the first time you were in this place and probably the last, so you didn't think anything of it. You sigh looking for some air in your lungs to start dancing again when you feel some hands surrounding your hips softly, leaving you a little surprised. The touch doesn't scare you, in fact, it feels warm and caring.

Your body freezes and you feel someone else's body approach yours from behind. You smell a strong, manly scent, as if it were an expensive perfume, one of those honeyed, sweet ones that attract. His fingers encircle your waist holding you as he turns you on your axis. The first thing you meet when you turn, are dark eyes that make you tremble, you quickly rest your hands on his firm chest and you can feel how his mouth is almost glued to yours, he looks at your lips and back to your eyes, while you watch him stunned.

He is much more handsome than he looked up there, his tanned skin is exotic and perfect, his jaw is set in a straight line, the color of his eyes dark brown. Your belly roars at his beauty. He is so precious that it leaves you speechless. With a simple gentle movement, your hands crawl across his skin and encircle his face, he smiles a little and makes your heart race. His touch on your skin makes you bristle and you can see his pupils dilate at your gaze, he licks his lower lip a little teasing you but you are too lost in the color of his brown eyes.

His hands move down your body and rest on your lower back, helping you move a little. That's when you finally hear the background music again, you had been lost in it. With your hands you caress his hard clothed skin, holding onto his neck as you move to the music.

Through the track light you can see him give you a look and you smile at him too, stroking the beginning of his hair at the nape of his neck. He presses you against his body and you gasp. The atmosphere becomes tense and suffocating. He guides you with his own body, moving you delicately as you don't stop looking deeply at each other.

You seem to be alone on the dance floor as you dance slowly and delicately, your smiles shy and somewhat desperate. You don't feel at all uncomfortable dancing with a stranger, in fact, you like it. The distance between you is cautious, your faces are close but not as close as you would like.

The music is too good and your bodies move freely as you sing, play and look at each other. You felt sexy, free and desired. You knew he wanted you, he had been staring at you for a while and now he had come for you. Suddenly the urge to do something crazy crossed your mind, your body vibrated at the idea and you closed your eyes feeling the music take over you.

With his strong hand he grabs the sides of your hips again and turns you again, pressing your back against his chest. He circles your lower belly and his fingers make contact with your skin, making you bristle. Your hands caress his forearms and you gasp at the feel of his warm body so close to yours. The sensation that takes over you feels different and you feel the tingling start to walk down your legs. His body fits perfectly into yours as you continue to rub against each other, dancing and easing the desire from your bodies. His hands move around your waist and begin to move up as he caresses your hot skin, you lift your hands as he caresses them and wrap them around his neck from behind.

It's the first time you've done something like this and you're honestly wondering why it had taken you so long to do it. Dancing with a stranger was fucking sensual.

Everyone is having fun tonight, why can't you have fun too? You had come to forget your ex, to forget your failed relationship of almost four years, to forget the old Y/n. When you open your eyes again, your surroundings spin and you begin to make room for yourself among the people. You take one last look at the unknown guy who is still staring at you and start to make your way out of the crowd.

Your body is hot and tired, you need some air to think well, the lights dazzle your eyes making your way difficult but you reach a kind of lonely corridor. You sigh taking a breath of air as your vision focuses on the figure of a man walking towards you, softly as you lean against the wall. You bite your lip shyly as the young man stops in front of you, close to you. Your heart started to pound as you feel him start to get closer and closer and you swallowed saliva as ideas shoot from your mind. You don't stop him, in fact, you long for him to come closer.

His eyes haven't left yours for a moment and the atmosphere becomes intense, his hand goes to your waist and rests it gently on you. His fingers feel warm on your skin and you feel the heat run through your body making you sweat. Your back is pressed completely against the wall, so he wraps around you and pulls you to him, making you gasp.

Your whole body feels strange, your soul resonates inside you. You just felt a connection that's hard to explain with an unknown person you've never seen before in your life, in a place where you never thought you'd find anything.

You were normally an old school girl, who liked to meet guys before making any moves. In fact you were kind of against one night stands, I mean there was nothing wrong with it, you just weren't that type.

But tonight all your convictions vanished, like the pain you felt in your heart.

Maybe you were a little drunk or maybe you are tired of so much shit you have lived and you prefer to erase everything from your memory, enjoy your new life, your body, your mind. Enjoy something completely new and crazy with you, that could save you from your misery or sink you but for the first time in your life, you were willing to risk everything to feel the boy's lips on yours. His face is so close you can feel his breath mingle with yours, his eyes look at your lips and back into your eyes, as if asking permission and you just blink flirtatiously.

His lips crash against yours warmly, in a quiet, soft and tender kiss, taking his time until they get used to you and ask for more. His touch feels warm and juicy, his lips mold perfectly to yours and he caresses them innocently. The stranger's hands spread across your body, wrapping his muscular arms around you as you hang from his neck. Then that's when your tongues spring into action and they battle touching, licking and tasting each other.

It feels good. Dancing so close with a stranger, letting them touch you as if you know each other. Kissing a stranger didn't feel like you thought it would, well actually, you never thought about kissing a stranger to tell the truth. But you liked it. Although you're not sure if you liked it with any stranger. But you liked it with this stranger.

Blinded even by the lights and his presence, his hands take yours and direct you somewhere you can guess and you reach the empty bathrooms and quickly go inside. You are thankful no one is there when your lips crash against his in a fleeting, sticky kiss, now completely wild and desperate, making you gasp as you feel his hands on your body again. He bites your lips as your hands grab his hair and tug at his limp locks, pulling you quickly into the cubicles.

You have not a hint of embarrassment as your back whips against the cubicle door and the young man lifts your dress, wrapping it a little around your waist. His lips never leave your neck as you hold your tongue hiding the gasps.

You have to admit this is probably the riskiest thing you've ever done and you're enjoying it. It may be the first time but it may also be the last time and you want to file this memory away at your young age. Your eyes admire the boy's toasty skin as your fingers tangle in his dark locks, tugging on them a little.

"I need you, please" you ask in a pleading whisper.

His crotch slams against yours and you gasp, feeling electric currents run down your back. The touch of his bulge makes you yearn to feel him inside but the stranger just wants to play with you, teasing you a little. His fingers play with the straps of your black dress and his white shirt brushes against your chest, giving a little friction to your erect nipples. He takes your lips again swallowing your gasps as his tongue does crazy things inside your mouth and his hands pull down your dress, your bare breasts come into view. His palms encircle your mounds and you gasp as he squeezes them around your flesh, making your legs tremble.

"Damn, you're perfect" he murmurs against your mouth as he continues to brush his intimate part between your legs.

Your cheeks burn with excitement but also burn with embarrassment. His words sound familiar to you, your boyfriend used to say them all the time but even though whoever says them is a complete stranger to you, they still ring truer than you've ever heard.

"I need you inside" you moan desperately.

The brunet smiles with his perfect white teeth and undoes his pants, just enough to pull his cock out. Your hands take care of undoing the buttons of his shirt and you open it to caress his pecs.

He pulls a condom from his pocket and you smile as you notice he was ready for this. Anyone would think you were a prude but you don't care at all, you need him to fuck you. After placing it over his big aroused cock, you lick your lips at how sensual it looks this way. His hands take your hips again and he lifts you up, helping you support your legs around his waist. When you are properly positioned and ready, the stranger takes his cock and directs it to your cavity.

He doesn't even have to check how wet you are because he can see for miles and you gasp as his cock strokes your clit a little and then slides into your slit, smearing himself with your juices.

You both gasp as he finally positions himself in your hole and slowly his hips jerk forward, thrusting in. Your eyes close as your head slams against the hard bathroom door and you bite down on your own hand to silence your moans, even though no one has entered yet they could enter at any moment and you don't want to be discovered right now.

His cock goes all the way through your cavity and takes the time for you to get used to him. As his hands took your legs around him and his mouth licked one of your nipples. This was glory. He began to move inside you gently, moving in and out carefully as his moans came out in whispers. You felt so full. Damn. Not fucking for so many months had made you tighter, so much so that his movements hurt but it was a pleasurable ache, one you didn't want him to stop. Or maybe he was too big, that definitely played a part too. His cock was perfect, pounding your cavity deeply and vehemently.

"You're too tight and wet, princess" he whispered in your ear as he began to pound harder.

Pleasure dispersed throughout your body as the stranger rammed you rough and continuous. You felt your belly contract with each movement. Your hands were on his head, then his chest, then the back of his neck, shoulders and neck. You needed to grab him from all sides, you wanted to feel his hot skin on your fingers as he kept pounding into your spot.

Your moans went unnoticed with the music in the background but you wanted to scream until your throat was torn, you needed it. You needed to scream his name, to recognize his eyes, his skin, his cock. Damn, you were feeling so good.

"Fuck" you squealed without noticing it came out in a scream.

The young man's hand positioned itself in your mouth and shut you up as you felt the pleasure well up inside you. At that moment, you heard some people enter the bathroom and squeal happily. These were some women who were clearly drunk and were playing with each other, laughing and screaming.

Yet he didn't stop.

His hand squeezed your mouth and with your dry lips you kissed his hand, feeling his strokes slow down so as not to make noise. With his other hand he squeezed one of your breasts and you bit into his hand, squealing in pleasure. Your head rested against the cool wood as he rammed hard again, more erratic and dirty, holding you by the ass with his other hand. You were so close.

His hands let go of your body and go to your cheeks surrounding it to focus your gaze on his. For a moment your eyes get lost in the young man's gaze, in that shiny dark brown. There is something in his gaze. Something different from the other looks, as if his eyes understand yours. As if he were feeling what you are feeling.

As if you were meant to meet.

You don't even know him but you can feel his familiar look. Your hands go around his neck and you pull him closer to you as his thrusts begin to accelerate, hitting your special spot. His face is so close to yours that you tremble under his gaze, you feel yourself melt under his eyes. Your eyes want to close as you begin to experience climax but you refuse to stop watching him, you can't stop watching him.

It feels so intimate. So special. So close.

How is it possible? You don't remember ever feeling this way with your boyfriend, with whom you were head over heels in love. Nor with your other sexual partners. This was so different.

"Joao" he murmured loudly and your face with a mixture of confusion and pleasure watched him. "That's my name, princess"

Joao. You wanna scream while he fucks you hard against the door of this bathroom in the club.

A whisper comes from your lips with his name 'Joao' barely audible. What an exotic name. Just like he was. Beautiful just like his name. Joao. You thought going over it to remember his name.

"Call out my name while you cum" he whispered dirty and hard. Just like he was hitting you in your thirsty hole.

"Fuck, Joao!" you squealed as you felt the orgasm hit you.

His name came out like a shout of glory. You saw him smile with your blurred vision as if he had been the champion of the war. This was too much.

Your whole being ignited, like a flare of fire growing in you, as you trembled whole. His strokes kept sending me waves of pleasure as your soul left your body and you levitated in a pleasurable cloud. His eyes never left you as he gasped into your face, pounding and pounding into your hole.

Orgasm hit you and you both came in unison as you felt your souls unite in pleasure and passion and gasped for air as it stopped inside you, still trembling and enjoying the sensation.

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strayflowersstarsandlove · 5 months

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Bf!skz finds your baby pics/you find his😇💌

🖤hyung line🖤

🖤maknae line🖤

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acidinduceddaydreams · 3 months

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Skz corrupting reader Pt 2 ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

Synopsis: ot8 corrupting innocent crybaby reader slowly but surely. Again.

Part 1 here

Warnings: dub/con corruption kink; big time; mean skz bc i want them all to bully me so badly; unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it folks; anal; spit; hair pulling; reader is really Innocent and really dumb; cries a lot too; kind of leans in to age play but never really gets that far; humiliation kink; daddy kink; deepthroating.

a/n: thank you to @vivienne-sim @skzskzskzskzskzskzskzzzz @gnab-nahc for requesting a part 2💗

The boys suggesting you all watch a movie that’s more mature and you’re not up for it but do it anyway because your best friends are very convincing. In one of the more raunchy scenes a girl gets slapped during a make out session. Why did that do something to you? Why did it make you feel good down there? You sat in binnie’s lap and all the boys definitely saw the way you tensed up, sharing knowing glances.

When you watch the two main characters kiss this time and were about to cover your eyes binnie stops you right there.”What did we say about being shy sweetheart?” “Here we’ll teach you.” Hyunjin piped up next to you. You didn’t want to protest. You wanted to feel his lips on yours. Maybe you weren’t so innocent after all. His pillowy lips were rough against yours. It felt almost like all the pent up sexual energy you caused them was going to manifest in them being rough and having their way with you. You didn’t know what to do when his tongue slid in to explore your mouth but you knew you didn’t want it to stop.

Suddenly you were being passed from Changbin’s lap into Seungmin’s. Laying on Seungmin’s lap you accidentally exposed your panties to him while still being in shock, head fuzzy from your very first kiss. Hyunjin’s smirk made your tummy fill with butterflies. Seungmin’s dick hardened instantly when he saw your bright blue and pink hello kitty underwear. He wanted to ruin you. “Wow puppy, is that really what you’re wearing.” He says between laughs. “I didn’t think I was friends with such a baby.” The blood rushed to your cheeks but made you feel wet. Why are they making you feel so naughty?

You couldn’t hold back your tears anymore. You were embarrassed and utterly humiliated. Before you knew it you hot fat tears rolled down your cheeks. Trying to defend your childish choice of underwear and failing miserably. Suddenly being made to keep quiet by Seungmin’s fingers in your mouth. “Shut up. Do you ever stop crying?” His hands never caught your eyes until now. They were so long, so perfect. You needed more of them, now. “Minnie” you say muffled against his fingers. “Need more.” Fuck why were you so needy? Why did your existence have to turn them on? Why was their innocent friend looking ready to be ruined?

“Oh sweet girl, what a slut you are. Only for us.” Jisung piped up. Felix’s smirk growing wider. “We’re going to fucking ruin you.” The feeling of your hair being harshly tugged on made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Cupcake, do you know what a safe word is?” Minho questioned you. “Yes.” You let out shakily as his grip on your hair tightened. “What do you want yours to be?” After a while it came to you. “Gummy bear.” Even though your safe word was just as childish as you were it was still a safe word all the guys took very seriously. Making sure they all heard and registered it before continuing. Tilting your head harder so you could face his mouth directly, your mouth automatically widened seeing his spit leave his mouth wanting it all to land in yours. “Good little slut.” He chuckled. While you were stuck in your own little euphoria Seungmin was still staring at your panties. You were soaked and your nimble little underwear did nothing to hide it. He hooked his fingers through the sides of your panties and slid it down your legs.

You still had your light pink sweater and frilly skirt on. White knee high socks added to your overall look. Even though your clothes were still on the removal of your panties left you cold and eight pairs of eyes staring at your princess parts made you feel very shy. “Fuck, pretty. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” Changbin broke the silence. “She’s a beauty.” You heard Chan say. You tried to cover your lower area to no avail. Your hands were immediately swatted away by someone else’s. You were so shy and their comments didn’t help with the blood rushing to your cheeks.

You needed more than just their eyes on you. “Please, need some friction.” That was all the affirmation they needed to get to work on ruining your innocence. Your skirt was the first to go, landing somewhere on the floor. Eight pairs of hands were on you. Exploring your half naked body. Your sweater was being removed now. “Lift your head for Jinnie, angel.” Jeongin uttered. You did as you were told. You always did with them. “Please.” “What are you begging for, sunshine?” Felix questioned. “Need you all to make me feel good.” They all seemed to chuckle at that. “And how would we do that, little one?” “Touch me, please?” “Our pretty baby doll isn’t as innocent as she seems, hmm?” Chan said in a mocking tone watching your little hole clench. “Shit, she liked that. What else do you like, honey? We’re here to make it happen.” Seungmin answered for you “The bitch liked it when that girl got slapped, bet she likes that too.” The hot sting from his hand on your cheek cause tears to fall but man did it feel so good. The moan you let out was all they needed to know.

Eight hands were exploring every inch of your body. The sounds you were letting out were warranted since you’ve never felt this before though that didn’t stop your friends from being so irritated with all your whining. “Now the crybaby will finally shut up.” Jeongin said as he shoved his now very hard cock down your throat without warning or prep. He barely fit before the tears in your eyes started again. He was just so long. As Jeongin was abusing your little throat you were allowed some time to breathe when he repositioned you to be on all fours. Chan sliding in underneath you wrapped his hands around you upper back to remove your thankfully less childish bra. “Hey bubs.” He finally let out. “Hi Channie.” “We’re gonna make you feel good m’kay?” “If it hurts just tell daddy, sweet girl.” Daddy? That was almost all you needed to cum untouched right then and there. You looked down. He’s huge. You couldn’t believe that he was going to break your little hole. As he slid in you had to grip down hard on his shoulders. Jeongin still abusing your throat. As Chris started moving Jeongin’s load was shot down your throat. He pulled out a little for some of it to land on your tongue. “Don’t even think about swallowing yet, angel.” Felix’s face replaced Jeongin’s pelvis near your face. You two started making out. Exchanging Jeongin’s cum and spit. Felix stopped to allow you to catch your breath. Chin messy, lips puffy. “Put it all in my mouth, sweetheart.” You did just that, pooling up all of the mixed saliva and cum into Felix’s mouth. Just for him to spit it out onto your tits.

Chan started moving in and out at a slow pace for you to get used to once he laid you out on you back. Eventually speeding up. The pleasure was almost too much. You felt like you were going to burst… or pee. You hadn’t ever felt this knot in your stomach. “Daddy, stop it feels so good, but I need to pee really bad.” “Dumb baby, you don’t need to pee it’s called cum.” Seungmin said giving you another harsh slap. This time to both your tits. “Dada, I’m cumming.” “Cum for me, little one. Make daddy’s cock dirty.” The knot in your tummy broke leaving you to ride out your high while Chan was still pounding into you. His cum coating your wall white. “Fuck, fuck, baby see what you’re doing to us.” You turn to see all the other guys ready to bust their loads. Binnie came first. His shooting hot cum landing on your tummy. Hyunjin was next. Landing his cum in your hair, ruining your two plaits. “Fuck, lovely” Lixie was next cumming on your tits. He loved painting them apparently. Jisung and Minho were helping each other with their hands. Cum from both of them landing right on your face. It was hot and sticky. You felt naughty. Still not believing what you and your best friends had just done. Head too floaty to think. “Daddy, can we do that again.” “Sure, but not now little girl. You need rest. Your body must be so exhausted.” “Let’s clean you up, hmm?”

You were almost fully asleep when you felt yourself being placed in a bath tub. Hyunjin sitting on the edge, ready to wash your hair. Then you were out. “We love you, our pretty baby.”

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blue sticky note (part 2)

OT8 x reader!! stray kids x reader!! word count: 5.9k

stray kids fic wherein, you know the answer of the mystery of the blue sticky note in your binder, but then keep denying it.

AN: i literally love this guys. please tell me your thoughts also im crying.

(part 1 here!!)

Does Bang Chan like you?

Why did he create a song for you?

Your mind raced as you held the blue sticky note, staring at the familiar handwriting that had been haunting your thoughts for days. You replayed the moment when you confronted him, hoping for a straightforward answer.

“Are you the one who put this in my binder?” you had carefully asked, showing him the sticky note that had left you sleepless for nights.

Bang Chan didn’t answer right away. His eyes softened as he looked at you, and for a brief moment, you thought you saw something deeper in his gaze. But instead of responding to your question, he gave you a gentle smile, one that made your heart skip a beat.

“Did you know we all made this song?” he said, his voice calm, almost as if he was leading you from the truth you were seeking. “We all helped to do this.”

His words left you more confused than before. What did that even mean? Was it some kind of cryptic message?

“You know what,” he suddenly said, his tone shifting to something more casual, “you should really attend Changbin’s party this weekend. I’ll be the one to pick you up.”

And just like that, he left the studio without waiting for your reply, leaving you standing there with a thousand questions swirling in your mind. The mystery you thought you were close to solving only seemed to deepen, the answers slipping further from your grasp.

You tried to focus on your upcoming presentation in class, but Bang Chan's words and that blue sticky note kept intruding on your thoughts. Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, you wondered why this was all becoming so hard to figure out.

Suddenly, a knock on your door snapped you out of your thoughts. You opened it to find Felix standing there, a soft smile on his face as he greeted you.

“Hi,” he said, holding his favorite yellow plushie—a chicken. “I’m back again.”

You let him in, and without a word, he walked in and instead of heading to the sofa like usual, he went straight to your bedroom and flopped down on your bed..

You followed him, sitting at the edge of the bed as you pulled the blanket over him. You felt a pang of sympathy for your friend. He always seemed so worn out whenever you saw him in the mornings at school, his eyes heavy with exhaustion. You knew it must be because of his noisy neighbor.

“I think my neighbor is angry with me,” Felix mumbled, his face half-buried in the pillow.

“Why?” you asked, your voice gentle.

“He only makes noise whenever I’m about to sleep.”

“Maybe we should complain to the landlord,” you suggested, but you knew Felix. He was too kind-hearted to make a fuss about it. He’d rather suffer in silence than cause trouble for someone else.

"I’ve decided I should move out here," he said quietly.

"Really? Finally," you replied, a bit of relief in your voice. You’d wanted someone to share your apartment with for so long. Living alone had become so lonely.

"But I’ll be moving next door," he added.

Oh. That was fine too.

You couldn’t help but smile as you lay down beside him, both of you staring up at the ceiling. The silence was comfortable, but your thoughts were still tangled up in the mystery of the blue note.

“I think I should talk to someone about this,” you finally said, breaking the silence. The questions were too much for you to keep inside anymore.

“Talk about what?” Felix asked, his voice calm but curious.

“The blue note…” you began, turning your head to look at him. “Do you know who owns it?”

Felix took a deep breath, clearly expecting this conversation. He didn’t answer right away, instead asking, “May I ask you a question? Who do you think owns it?”

“I don’t want to assume anything,” you admitted, “You guys are giving me a hard time. I don’t want to jump to conclusions.”

Felix’s gaze softened as he looked at you, his expression unreadable. “What would you do if you found out who owned it? Would it change things between you and us?”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I see all of you as my brothers. But if it really was one of you… then…” You trailed off, not knowing how to finish the thought.

“What if it was all of us?” Felix’s voice was quiet, almost hesitant.

“What—” Before you could react, Felix leaned in and pecked your lips, the suddenness of it leaving you frozen.

“Do you know how hard it is?” he whispered, his eyes locked on yours. “Loving you means risking our whole friendship. But as long as I could hold it in, I thought I should. But right now, I can’t.”

His confession hung in the air between you, heavy and filled with emotion. He searched your eyes for a reaction, his heart clearly on the line.

“Please,” he continued, his voice breaking slightly, “when tomorrow comes, forget what I did. And I hope… you’ll forgive me.”

And then, before you could process everything, he claimed your lips again, this time with more urgency, as if trying to convey everything he couldn’t put into words.

The next morning, you walked to class feeling like you were floating. Felix was already gone when you woke up, leaving behind only a note saying he had to go.

The memory of last night's kiss made your cheeks flush as you touched your lips, but you quickly shook the thought away.

Why does this feel so wrong?

You've been friends with these guys since middle school, and now, everything felt like it was spiraling out of control.

You slumped into your seat next to Yuji, dropping your head onto your table.

“Girl, you look stressed,” she said, combing her fingers through your hair.

“I know. I think I should just die.”

“No, not yet! We still have that concert to go to, remember? Physics might make you want to drop dead, but focus on the bright side—concert!” Yuji playfully shook your shoulders.

“What concert? Why didn’t you invite me?” Seungmin’s voice interrupted as he approached, handing out papers.

"Oh! it's seungmin." Yuji immediately straightened up, trying to play it cool. “I have two tickets. One for me, and one for her.” She pointed at you with an exaggerated modesty. “But she can always buy new her own, so I’ll give you hers.” She smiled sweetly at Seungmin like a puppy.

Seungmin didn’t even look up as he continued distributing papers. “Never mind. I’ve got plans with her, anyway.”

You blinked, confused. Plans? He hadn’t mentioned anything to you.

“What plans?” you asked, tilting your head in curiosity.

“It’s a surprise.” He finally looked up, flashing a small, knowing smile before moving on to the next student.

Yuji’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, is there something going on between you two?” she asked, crossing her arms and pouting. “You betrayed me?! I thought you were on Team Seungmin and Yuji!”

You barely registered her words, your mind suddenly flashing back to what Felix said last night.

“What if it was all of us?”

Was there a chance that Seungmin… liked you? Or were they all just playing with your feelings?

The stress of it all made you tug at your hair in frustration. But then you remembered Felix’s kiss, making you feel even more confused.

After class, you were about to leave when Seungmin called out to you.

“Hey,” he said, jogging over. “Let me treat you to the cafeteria.”

Normally, you’d jump at the chance for free food—who wouldn’t? This was just how you and Seungmin usually were. But after everything that happened, you found yourself questioning his intentions.

Still, you plastered on a smile and nodded. “Sure.”

As you both sat down, Seungmin played with his spoon, eyeing his food. “Do you think short hair would suit me?” He ran a hand through his hair, “I’m thinking about getting a haircut.”

You looked at him, trying to picture it. “Honestly? I think everything suits you.”

“Oh really?” He laughed, raising an eyebrow. “Well, if it turns out ugly, I’m blaming you.”

“It won’t,” you assured him. “Promise. Trust me, just imagining it, I think it’ll look great on you. And why would you blame me? I’m not the one asking you to cut it; I already think it’s perfect.”

You forced yourself not to think about what Felix said, focusing on keeping the conversation light and normal, just like always.

“Hey, why are you two eating alone without me?” Changbin suddenly appeared, sliding his tray onto the table like some kind of cool bad boy—though you knew he was a softie at heart.

“Because according to Seungmin, you eat too much,” you teased, even though Seungmin hadn’t actually said that. Changbin shot Seungmin a playful glare, his expression saying, ‘How dare you?’

“Why? It’s true,” Seungmin teased back with a casual shrug.

“Well, it is,” Changbin admitted with a grin. “But do you really think you can get away without buying me food? I put it on your tab at the cashier.”

You laughed, enjoying their playful banter. This is what you wanted to keep, this easy friendship with them. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Hey, don’t laugh! You owe me, too!” Changbin suddenly turned his attention to you.

“What? I don’t remember owing you anything. If anything, you owe me,” you shot back, munching on your food.

“Well, you’re right about that.” He chuckled, then leaned in closer, his tone turning serious. “But you owe me a promise. You have to come to my party. And you too.” referring to Seungmin.

“Tell me why I should attend instead of going to my weekly seminar,” Seungmin challenged, always enjoying a good tease.

“There’ll be lots of food.”

“Valid, but not enough,” Seungmin replied, feigning disinterest.

“I’ll be there,” Changbin said. Seungmin just rolled his eyes before standing up.

“I’m done eating,” he said, grabbing his tray. Then he looked at you, “Finish your food and eat well. I’ll go ahead.”

“What happened to you?” Hyunjin asked, concern etched on his face as he glanced over at you.

You were lying on one of the beds in the school clinic, feeling utterly drained. “I think I’m coming down with a fever. Can you give me some medicine?”

Hyunjin’s eyes narrowed slightly, a familiar sigh escaping his lips. “Again? Don’t tell me you’re pulling that trick to avoid PE.”

It was Wednesday, and Hyunjin was on clinic duty again. It seemed like every time he was here, you somehow managed to find your way to the clinic as well.

“I just really dislike playing volleyball,” you complained, curling up under the blanket.

“You know it’s part of the curriculum,” Hyunjin said firmly, reaching out to help you sit up. “Now, get up and get moving.”

But you stayed put. “I’m serious this time. My head is pounding.” You pressed your fingers against your temples, trying to relieve the discomfort.

Hyunjin’s expression softened, though he still looked slightly exasperated. “Alright, alright. Just stay here.” He walked over to the medicine cabinet, opening it and rummaging through the various bottles.

You watched him, admiring how he looked in his white lab coat. He seemed so professional and competent, and it made you smile despite your discomfort.

After a moment, Hyunjin returned with a small bottle in hand. “Here, take this.”

You examined the label. “Gummy vitamins? Really?”

Hyunjin grinned. “Yep, gummy medicine. It’s actually quite effective.”

“But… isn’t this for kids?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re never too old for gummy vitamins,” Hyunjin said with a teasing smirk. He leaned closer and playfully tapped your forehead. “And besides, you’re basically a kid.”

“Ouch!” you said, rubbing your forehead as you accepted the bottle. You popped a gummy into your mouth, making a face as you chewed. The taste was oddly medicinal, and you struggled to hide your reaction.

Hyunjin chuckled, his laughter bright and genuine. “You look like you’re eating something terrible.”

“It’s not as good as the regular gummies,” you said, grimacing slightly. “But I guess it’ll do.”

Hyunjin shook his head, his smile softening. “You really need someone to take care of you. I swear, you can’t even handle a gummy without making a face.”

“I can take care of myself just fine,” you insisted, stretching your arms out as if to demonstrate your health. “Look, I’m perfectly okay.”

“Yeah, right,” Hyunjin said, sitting down on the chair next to you. “But even if you can take care of yourself, you don’t need to do it alone. I’m here for you, and I’ll always be here to look out for you.”

His words were meant to be comforting, and they were—though they took on a new weight as you recalled what Bang Chan and Felix had said. It suddenly seemed like there might be a deeper layer to Hyunjin’s concern.

You pushed those thoughts aside, forcing a smile. “I’m really glad to have you guys around. It means a lot.”

Hyunjin’s eyes softened as he returned your smile. “I’m glad to hear that. Now, try to get some rest. You need it.”

“Hey, Han,” you called out as you entered the library, spotting your friend among the sea of students hunched over their books. Probably finished of his schedule in the counter as a librarian assistant.

“Oh, hi!” Han looked up from his desk, his glasses perched on the edge of his nose. His eyes were bright with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. You often wondered how he managed to juggle work, study, and his other responsibilities so effortlessly.

“I finally finished that novel you recommended,” you said, making your way over to his table. “..And it was so boring.”

Han’s eyes widened in mock horror, his hands flying to his chest. “What? Don't do that to my most favorite book!"

You couldn’t help but laugh at his dramatic reaction. “Just kidding. It was actually really good.” You gave him a thumbs-up, your voice low but full of mirth, mindful of the quiet atmosphere in the library.

Han let out a relieved sigh and shook his head with a smile. “You almost had me there. What did you think of the ending?”

You shrugged, a hint of frustration in your tone. “I’m still confused. How can the main character like her but never pursue her? It just doesn’t make sense to me.”

Han’s face took on a look of mild exasperation as he leaned back in his chair. “Did you read it with your whole heart, or were you skimming through it?”

“Of course I read it!” you protested, feeling a bit defensive. “I just didn’t get it.”

Han’s expression softened into a more thoughtful one. “Well, sometimes love isn’t as straightforward as we want it to be. The character had reasons for not pursuing her, even though he wanted to.”

“What reasons?” you asked, genuinely intrigued. You leaned forward, eager for an explanation.

Han sighed, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice, can't believe he has to explain it to you. “It’s not always easy to explain. Sometimes, there are external factors, personal struggles, or circumstances beyond our control that affect our decisions.”

“Oh, I see,” you said slowly, trying to digest his explanation. “I still think the ending was a bit of a letdown, though.”

"Me too." Han chuckled, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, it’s definitely not the happiest of endings. But that’s what makes it memorable, I guess.”

“So, why is it your favorite if it’s so depressing?” you asked, genuinely curious.

Han hesitated, a thoughtful look on his face as he stared into the distance. “Because…”

He didn’t finish his sentence, leaving you hanging. You could guess what he might mean, understanding more than you let on. Sometimes it was easier to pretend you didn’t get it than to face the deeper implications of his words.

“Why would you need another cat when you already have three?” you asked, following Minho around the animal shelter. The space was filled with the soft meows and playful purrs of the cats, and you tried to keep up with his purposeful stride.

“Having one more won’t make me poor,” Minho replied, his gaze fixed intently on the cats. He seemed completely absorbed in the task of finding the perfect feline companion, his focus unwavering.

You chuckled softly, “Based on your face, you don’t look like someone who’s a father to a bunch of cats.” well he does look like a cat but you'll never tell him that, it might boost his overflowing confidence

“I don’t take opinions from anyone who’s trailing behind me,” Minho said with a smirk, still not turning to look at you.

“Oh, so you brought me here just to hear my complaints?” you sighed dramatically, trailing behind him. The endless walking was starting to wear you out, and you couldn’t help but think about the stack of assignments waiting for you at home.

Suddenly, Minho stopped in front of a white cat who was sitting calmly, watching him with wide, curious eyes. Minho crouched down and began speaking to the cat in a soft, melodic tone that seemed to mimic the cat’s own meows.

“I think I already found it,” Minho said with a satisfied smile, glancing up at you.

Back at the shelter’s counter, Minho was busy with the paperwork, preparing for the adoption. You watched him efficiently handle the forms and place the cat into its carrier. As he completed the final details, he turned to you with a beaming expression.

“Let’s go,” he said cheerfully.

You both headed to his car. Once inside, you buckled up, only for Minho to place the cat carrier on your lap. You opened it gently, letting the cat come out and stretch. Its beautiful white fur was soft and silky under your touch.

“What should we name her?” you asked, stroking the cat’s fur as she nuzzled closer to you.

“I don’t know,” Minho said, adjusting his seatbelt. “Why don’t you name her?”

"why would I be the one to do that?" you protested,

“Then, I’ll just name her after you,” Minho teased, looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Oh no, don’t do that,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“Right? She seems to like it.” Minho chuckled as the cat responded positively to being called by your name. “She’s our daughter now.”

You felt a flutter of surprise at his words, but you tried to keep your emotions in check.

“Well, now you’re officially the baby of our friend group,” you said, hugging the cat gently. The little creature purred contentedly in your arms, and you couldn’t help but smile. “Welcome to the family.”

You were about to drift off to sleep when your phone buzzed with a FaceTime call from Jeongin. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you fixed your hair a bit and answered.

"Hey, what's up?" you greeted, trying to sound awake as you adjusted the phone to make sure you looked presentable.

"Hey!" Jeongin's cheerful voice came through, though his face was momentarily obscured as he set the phone down. The background of his room appeared on screen: a collection of action figures and band posters. He returned, holding his guitar. "Got a minute? I have a performance evaluation tomorrow, and I was hoping you could listen to my song and give me some feedback."

"Of course," you replied, leaning back against your headboard. "Why me though? You have plenty of musician friends who could help."

Jeongin laughed softly, adjusting the tune on his guitar. "Well, I think I’ll get the most honest comments from you. Han just tells me I sound like bread—whatever that means—and Changbin mostly just laughs at me."

You smiled at his playful tone. "Alright, hit me with it."

With a nod, Jeongin began to strum his guitar and sing. His voice filled the room with a soothing melody, performing Day6's "Afraid." His rendition was as captivating as always.

When he finished, you sighed in appreciation. "That was beautiful. Seriously, the song fits your voice perfectly."

“Really?” Jeongin’s face brightened with a hopeful smile.

You nodded enthusiastically, giving him a thumbs up. “Absolutely. You did an amazing job.”

Jeongin chuckled. “The truth is, that wasn’t the song I intended to perform,” he admitted with a playful grin. “but i hope you enjoy that song. It's for you.”

You laughed softly, feeling grateful for the unexpected late-night serenade. “I did. Thanks for sharing it with me.”

You enter Bang Chan’s studio, balancing a coffee cup in one hand. The studio is buzzing with activity, but Chan looks up with a smile as you walk in.

“Hey, thanks for the coffee!” Chan says, taking the cup from you with a grateful grin.

“No problem. I figured you’d need it. I’ve heard you’re practically living here these days,” you tease, slipping into the casual banter you’re used to with him.

“Yeah, it’s the price of fame,” Chan chuckles, pretending to adjust an imaginary tie. “I’m basically a coffee addict now.”

“You’ve always been one. Remember that time you tried to make your own coffee blend and nearly set off the fire alarm?”

Chan laughs, shaking his head. “Oh, don’t remind me. I’m still convinced it was a conspiracy by the coffee machine.”

You laugh along, feeling a comfortable ease in the familiar exchange. “So, are you busy today? Or can you spare a few minutes?”

“Earlier, I was buried in work, but now I’m taking a break. What’s up?” Chan asks, settling into his chair.

You nod, setting your coffee down on a nearby table. “I actually came to talk. And, well, I left my glasses here the other day.”

Chan raises an eyebrow playfully. “So it’s a dual-purpose visit: coffee delivery and a retrieval mission?”

“Exactly. I’m multitasking,” you reply with a wink.

“Impressive. I’d expect nothing less from you,” Chan says, leaning back in his chair. “But seriously, what’s on your mind?”

You take a deep breath, shifting your focus from the lightheartedness to a more serious tone. “You know, Chan, I’ve been thinking a lot lately. About everything that’s been happening with us.”

Chan’s expression shifts to a more serious one, sensing the change in tone. “Go on.”

“You know I’m always proud of you and everything you’ve achieved,” you begin, your voice softening. “And I’m grateful for everything you’ve done for me. But lately, I’ve been worried. I don’t want to ruin the friendship we have.”

Chan looks at you with a mixture of concern and curiosity. “What do you mean?”

“I just hoped that everything you’ve said, and everything I thought, is wrong,” you continue. “I don’t want to ruin the friendship I have with you guys.”

Chan’s smile is gentle but sad. “You know, now that everyone likes you?”

You look down, fiddling with your coffee cup. “Well, I hope it’s because you all care for me as a friend and not something more.”

Chan’s eyes are filled with a warmth that both comforts and troubles you. “You’ve always been special to us. And we’re okay if you have to choose one of us. We promise it won’t ruin anything.”

“I don’t want to choose any of you,” you say, your voice trembling slightly. “You’re all special to me.”

It was Changbin's birthday, and you were carefully wrapping the gift you had bought for him—a watch. You knew it wasn’t as extravagant as the ones he usually wore, but it was thoughtful and sincere, a gesture from a poor uni student to a friend who seemed to have everything. Still, you hoped he would appreciate the sentiment.

A knock on your door startled you, pulling you from your thoughts. You were expecting Chan, who had offered to pick you up for the party, so you hurried to answer the door.

But it wasn’t Chan.

“Hey.” Felix stood there, a small, familiar smile on his lips. The sight of him made your heart skip a beat, especially after everything that had happened between you two in the past few days. You had promised yourself to forget about it, to push those feelings away, but seeing him now made it all come rushing back.

“Hello, gorgeous,” Felix greeted you, his voice as smooth as ever. He looked effortlessly handsome in his suit, his charm radiating as always.

“Thank you,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. You appreciated the compliment, but there was an undeniable awkwardness in the air, a tension that neither of you wanted to acknowledge. “You look great too.”

Felix chuckled softly, his eyes briefly meeting yours before he looked away. “I try,” he said, his tone light, but you could hear the underlying edge to it. He cleared his throat, trying to ease the tension. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, grabbing your bag. “Chan’s waiting downstairs.”

Together, you walked down to the first floor, where Chan’s car was parked outside. He rolled down the window as you approached, flashing you both a bright smile. “Finally! I was about to start the party without you guys,” he joked.

“Wouldn’t be much of a party without the birthday gift,” you teased back, holding up the wrapped box.

Chan laughed, unlocking the doors. “Get in, then. Can’t have you showing up without it.”

In the car, the three of you quickly fell into easy conversation, laughing about inside jokes and reminiscing about old memories.

“So, what did you get Changbin?” Felix asked, looking over at you with genuine curiosity.

“It’s just a watch,” you said, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “Nothing fancy.”

Felix shook his head. “It’s the thought that counts. He’ll love it.”

You smiled at his reassurance, but the heavy tension lingered, especially with Felix sitting so close to you. You could feel his presence, his warmth, but there was a wall between you—one neither of you seemed ready to address.

As the conversation continued, you found yourself getting lost in the sound of Chan’s voice, trying to push away the awkwardness. But no matter how much you tried to immerse yourself in the moment, you couldn’t shake the heaviness in the air.

Finally, you arrived at the party. The venue was stunning, elegant in every way. All your friends were already there, looking beautiful and sophisticated in their formal attire. As soon as you entered, they complimented you, making you feel like you belonged in that glamorous setting, even if you often doubted it yourself.

Yuji, who had also been invited, greeted you with a warm hug, her energy infectious. “You look amazing!” she gushed, her eyes wide with excitement as she took in the atmosphere. “This party is insane, right?”

“Yeah, it’s something else,” you agreed, smiling at her enthusiasm. “You look great too, by the way.”

She grinned, doing a little twirl. “Thanks! I can’t wait to see what happens tonight.”

The party began, and you found yourself seated at a table with your friends. Minho, who had always been obvious about his feelings for you, couldn’t take his eyes off you. He looked at you like you were the only person in the room, his gaze intense and unwavering.

“Are you okay?” Jeongin whispered in your ear.

You nodded, trying to act nonchalant. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Jeongin didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t push it. Instead, he casually wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. “Just let me know if you need anything,”

You smiled gratefully at him, though the tension between the table was palpable, and you could feel the weight of Minho’s gaze even more acutely.

Then there was Han, who had always been more subtle about his feelings. He had never made it obvious, but tonight, when the air began to cool, he quietly draped his coat over your shoulders, his fingers brushing against your skin as he did so.

“Thanks, Han,” you said, looking up at him with a soft smile.

“No problem,” he replied, his voice low and warm. “Can’t have you freezing out here.”

As the evening went on, the program began, and Seungmin took the stage to offer a song. His voice was beautiful, capturing everyone’s attention as he sang. But as he performed, your heart began to race. He kept looking at you, his eyes locking with yours in a way that made you feel both flustered and vulnerable.

Yuji, sitting nearby, was practically glowing with happiness. She leaned in close, whispering, “I think this song is for me!”

You forced a smile, unable to bring yourself to tell her otherwise. “Maybe,” you replied, but your heart knew better.

Hyunjin, ever perceptive, seemed to pick up on the tension in the air. He observed quietly, his sharp eyes darting between you and the others, before taking a long sip of his wine. “Quite the night, huh?” he murmured, more to himself than to anyone in particular.

Then, out of nowhere, Changbin appeared at your table. His face lit up when he saw you, and without hesitation, he pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m so happy you’re here!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine joy.

You laughed softly, hugging him back. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Everyone at the table watched the interaction closely, some with smiles, others with unreadable expressions. But as you stood there, enveloped in Changbin’s embrace, a strange feeling crept into your chest.

And in that moment, you realized that perhaps it was better not to know. Ignorance, as they say, might be bliss.

As the night deepened, the more you wanted to go home. It wasn't that you didn’t enjoy spending time with your friends—quite the opposite—but with the tension growing thicker by the minute, you’d rather be curled up under your blanket, away from the chaos.

You were about to take another sip of your wine when a hand gently stopped you.

"You should stop drinking. You shouldn't get drunk," Han said, his voice soft but firm. He took your glass and, without hesitation, drank it himself.

The loud music continued to play in the background, filling the air with a vibrant energy that contrasted sharply with the underlying tension. Everyone else was getting more and more absorbed in their drinks, except you—Han never let you have another sip.

"Hey, do you want me to sing a song on stage?" a voice asked, leaning close to you to be heard over the music. You turned to find Jeongin grinning at you.

You laughed, feeling a bit lighter in his presence. "Why would you ask for my permission? You should go up there and do what you want. I'm just here to support you."

Jeongin nodded, his smile growing wider. "That's the reason I like you." He stood up from his chair, leaving you momentarily stunned by his words.

As the seat beside you became vacant, Seungmin slipped into it, his presence bringing a different kind of tension. He smiled at you, his eyes soft and warm as he said, "You look beautiful tonight." Then, almost as if he couldn't stop himself, he added with a slightly slurred voice, "You know, I realized I should have kept you to myself."

You went quiet, not sure how to respond. Seungmin had been the reason you met all of his friends, the one who had introduced you into this complicated circle. Now, his words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken feelings.

He rested his hand on the back of your chair, and you let out a nervous laugh, trying to shake off what he said by teasing him instead.

"Hey, Seungmin!" Felix called out, drawing everyone's attention. He smirked as he teased, "That song you sang earlier—it didn't sound like a birthday song at all. Are you sure you weren’t serenading Changbin?"

Seungmin, who was still looking at you, replied without missing a beat, "Well, it wasn't for him."

The tension at the table thickened, and you could feel everyone’s eyes on you. Hyunjin, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke up, his voice cutting through the charged atmosphere. “Changbin, you were the one who put the note, right?”

It was the question you were asking, but then you suddenly don't want to know the answer now.

Changbin, who had been busy entertaining guests earlier and was visibly tired, looked up with a blank expression. “Yeah, that was me,” he admitted, his voice flat.

Minho scoffed, taking a sip of his drink. “That was weak, Changbin,” he remarked, his tone dripping with disdain.

You could sense the unease building, the tension wrapping around you like a vice. Jeongin returned, plopping down in the seat Seungmin had vacated, his carefree demeanor a stark contrast to the heaviness in the air. “The band didn’t want to let me sing,” Jeongin said with a laugh, though even he seemed to feel the strain. “I think Changbin didn’t let me.”

“Well, it’s true. I put it in there,” Changbin confessed again, this time with more emphasis. He looked at you, his gaze heavy, and you realized how exhausted you were by this whole ordeal.

Chan, ever the mature one, noticed the growing tension and tried to intervene, but before he could speak, Felix’s voice rang out. “I kissed her.”

The words hung in the air, heavier than anything that had been said all night. The atmosphere at the table grew unbearably thick, and for a moment, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Yuji had left earlier, and suddenly, you wished you had gone with her.

You stood up abruptly, your chair scraping against the floor. “I… I need to go to the bathroom,” you muttered, not waiting for a response as you made your way through the crowd, your steps unsteady.

In the quiet of the bathroom, you stared at your reflection in the mirror, your heart pounding in your chest. This couldn’t go on. You had to do something before everything fell apart, before you lost the friendships that meant so much to you.

Determined, you took a deep breath and opened the door, only to be pulled into a dark corner. Before you could react, Minho’s lips were on yours. The kiss was desperate, filled with emotions you didn’t want to face. You pushed him away, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Minho, stop!” you cried, your voice breaking. Minho stepped back, his expression one of shock and regret.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to…”

Without another word, you turned and hurried back to the table, grabbing your bag as everyone’s eyes followed your every move. “I’m going home,” you announced, your voice steadier than you felt. Chan offered to drive you, but you shook your head.

“No, it’s fine.” You left before anyone could argue, the night air cold against your skin as you flagged down a taxi.

As the car sped away, tears streamed down your face, each one heavy with the realization you had been avoiding all night. You knew why you were crying, why you wanted to run away. Because deep down..

you already knew who you wanted to choose. But the thought of hurting the others, of breaking the delicate balance between you all, was too much to bear.

an: who do you want to choose?

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