#Han seo and his hyung

[filthy-mudeoki]

Hyung - Jae

Vincenzo : Song Joong Ki and Kwak Dong - Yeon

[five-star-stay]

Han's wake up call to changbin....bin is so much stronger than I ever will be for not folding and kissing him right there

[helianthus21]

thinking again about Han-seok's plan in the finale. how cruelly symbolic it was to have Han-seo beat Vincenzo, his chosen brother, to death. like there you have your fratricide, but not in the way you wanted. if he even expected to make it out alive himself Han-seok'd probably have left Cha-young there or even killed her too, escaped with Han-seo who, newly traumatized, would be back under his control. Or he'd have killed him in some atrocious way like hunting him through the forest or sth.

but Han-seo was never gonna let that happen. I don't think anyone in that room understood that. after all he'd done to escape the cage Han-seok put him in, after having breathed fresh air as a free man for the first time since he was a child, he was never gonna let Han-seok put strings on him again, he'd literally rather die. being his puppet was like dying anyway, or worse. so yeah he'd risk it all for the family he found in Cha-young and Vincenzo but he was also just. not gonna let that happen to himself again.

[jubileesstuff]

Vincenzo : Han Seo, is that my mug you’re drinking out of?

Han Seo: No, it’s mine.

Vincenzo : It... looks just like the one I have...

Han Seo: You don’t have one like this anymore.

[helenreads28]

Hello hello, guess who's back with a new chapter everyone😁

To anyone who waited for the new chapter, I'm thankful. I hope you enjoy this ~7.5k word chapter. Tell me what you think of the story so far!

Alright, so now for what I actually didn't write on the notes section of the story. As the story goes on, it is quite possible that the characters are going to be getting a bit ofc progressively more and more. I do believe that Rang and Han Seo are already starting to deviate slightly from what their characters are on the show. I do explain ( I think, I mean it when I say don't edit my chapters guys. You get my 2am sleep deprived writing and ideas as they are, sorry) Rang's character and why he gets as he gets in the story.

I mean, we've seen that he is actually a sentimental and sensitive guy. This is something I love about him; as tough as he may want to appear, truly he is just a big softie. He is by no means a "all bark, no bite" person. We've seen that he barks and bites alright. Though, I may be turning him into a better person in the story, I believe that is because it's who he is as a person. Dude literally sacrificed himself for his idiot of an older brother. HE'S A SOFTIE.

Now, about Han Seo I've taken an approach that says he knows he is being abused and just tried to survive. Isn't this what he was trying to do on the show as well? Of course, he wanted someone to acknowledge him too. It was what drove him the most in the series I believe; to be seen as a person, that he exists and does things too. Han Seo had South Korea as a whole fooled; he is not the idiot they tried to portrayed him as. There are so many kinds of intelligence; it's so stupid to only show the book smart or wit smart kind of it. This young man, who everyone mocked, outsmarted the entire Korea and his brother, the person who underestimated him the most. Yes, Han Seo might not have been the smartest person when it came to wits, but he was so smart in the way he had them all fooled into thinking he was the real CEO of Babel.

Again, in the show we saw how when Han Seo started studying he was able to stand on his own to feet when it came to the company. This only proved that he was not an idiot; the man just never had the chance to develop his critical thinking in a necessary way that would allow him to rule Babel successfully. When did this happen? When he was no longer under the constant pressure of being abused. When he knew that he had a plan and a way to escape Han Seok's evil hands. This sweet baby never had the chance to truly discover all his potentials due to all this TRAUMA his brother caused him. I could write an entire essay on this, but I'd rather say something that I believe is actually more important.

No-one is stupid or an idiot. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. You can do whatever you want in life. If something doesn't come as easy to you as it does to others, it doesn't make you less intelligent. You're probably better at something else. No-one is born being good at everything, we can always try and work hard to achieve things that don't come to us naturally.

[catiuskaa]

Game On, Game Boy.

SUMMARY: dating someone from the opposing team is banned? So what? Minho isn’t dating that cute girl with the purple headset, they clearly hate each other! …wait, what? You never said it was her? O-oh… um, well…

REQUESTED! here by my pookie dookie @15092000volcano, who OMG LOVE YOU GOT SOME IDEAS™️ and i’m 100% here for it!

WC: 3.8k

CW: extensive use of curse words, use of petnames, gaming lingo that i won’t explain (sorry), a sneaky mention of changlix and a ridiculously explicit mention of hyunin because idk broski i just felt like it

[♦️★ 🎯 ★♦️]

“Are you sure this is the section you’re supposed to be in, Lee?”

Minho’s eyes turned darker and he chuckled a cold laugh that could’ve frozen the Han river over a hundred times.

No one noticed the slight smile he let out that was quickly hidden again.

“Look who it is,” Minho beamed a newly found energy, as if a dark, bad, and rude soul had just taken control of his mean smile. “If it isn’t other than the wrongly chosen personality hire of… mhh… I don’t remember… sorry, dollface, what’s the name of your team again?”

Behind him, a blond guy stared at him, eyebrows shot up, eyes wide. He turned around and faced one of his other team players.

“Hey, hyung. Does Minho know that girl?” Felix asked in a low voice. “He… doesn’t look too happy.” That was a nice way to put it.

Changbin rolled his eyes at the encounter, throwing his arm over Felix’s shoulders.

“Her username is something like ‘soondondori25”. Minho and her met a while back, in high school. As little as he’s said, one thing’s for sure: they really don’t like each other.”

Despite it not looking too good for the team the fact that its leader wasn’t behaving with their opponents, Seo huffed, not paying any mind to the arguing pair, unlike Felix, whose eyes stayed glued to his other hyung and the new girl, still going at each other.

"I bet you’re still using the overpowered weapon. Can’t really get past Nerf Bastian, can ya?” You stated mockingly, your cheeks red as you kept arguing. “I guess you need all the help you can get."

"Says the one who relies on camping. Can't face me head-on, huh?” Minho grinned with a sense of superiority, stepping forward. “Scared, dollface?”

You bit your lip, your eyes locked on his.

"You won’t need to worry about my team’s name, sweetie. I’ll make sure you never forget it.” Your stare would’ve burnt a forest just by staring at the grass for a bit too long.

“Still can't win without relying on cheap strategies, can you?"

Minho settled his hands on his pockets, halfly staring down at you, as if mocking your height.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You chuckled lowly. You said it with a smirk, which Minho was fast to return. “Still stuck on that low-tier character, right? It seems like you need to step up your game, buddy."

“Oh, please!” Minho passed a hand through his hair, his tone hinting mocked amusement. He bent down lightly, his face in front of yours. “You're just a sore loser who can't handle a fair fight. Go back to your corner and cry some more, dollface.”

“Keep telling yourself that. We both know you're just jealous I'm better at this game than you."

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, dollface. I still manage to win against you. Seems like you're just bitter about losing."

The battle of comebacks kept going on, both of you stepping closer to each other with each sentence, as if about to throw hands.

“Ah, fuck! They do this every year!” Someone from your team approached the both of you while cursing. You ignored him at first, but then halfly gasped, facing your teammate.

“Jisung, I swear he started.”

“Yeah, Jisung. I started.” Minho cackled mockingly. “Tell Santa so I don’t have toys this Christmas.”

Han squinted at Minho. “Sure. As if I fucking care.” He then turned to face you, handing you a red shirt. “Yours. We’re red for the first round.” He stated seriously, taking on the role of team leader.

Minho and you stared at each other deeply just as Jisung flew the scene, missing how you two were basking in the glow of shared secrets.

“I’m team red, bunny,” you snickered at him in a smug tone. “You know what that means.”

“Superstition is for the rookies, dollface,” he said, his smile confirming the nickname you gave him was well justified.

No one knew the troubles the both of you had gone through. That’s why you smiled, knowing that when the round ended and you were both done for the day, —when you won, of course—, your boyfriend would still owe you a kiss.

All this mean smack talk was purely for the benefit of the other rival teams. Minho was happy to let you prove yourself to those who couldn’t grasp the idea that a girl in sparkly, cute dresses and what some would call ‘over the top’ makeup belonged in the competition. Minho and you both knew that one of the toughest rounds would certainly be against one another. You know exactly how good of a gamer he is, and likewise, his team had already heard about how your team had broken records during trials —named team Levanter, even if your endearing opponent pretended not to know it—, but there was no real animosity here.

Not an easy thing to hide, considering that to you it was obiously noticeable how Minho’s eyes hadn’t left your lips in what seemed like ten minutes. But yeah. No animosity. Just a knack for competition. And a bet that decides who’s making dinner for the night, but right now…

Right now was about the fight.

Both team Levanter and team Thunderous were sat in places, red vs blue once again as several cameras from the streaming platform that broadcasted the event were turned on, recording each player while the ref briefly introduced them with a loud tone for the crowd.

“Levanter, ready?” He asked with a smile meant for the thousands and thousands of viewers streaming online as the camera focused on him shortly.

“Ready,” Jisung smirked, to which everyone in your team logged in the computers before you as a response.

“Thunderous, ready?”

Minho smiled in your direction, holding back a chuckle when he noticed you had already been staring, then threw a wink at him.

“Ready,” he said.

You two exchanged a glance, openly competitive, any other meanings hidden between you two and the red thread that joined your little fingers, a silent agreement breaking the rules —the same ones you broke barely half an hour ago, when his lips consumed yours, or that you’re probably going to be rehashing the whole gameplay in your shared apartment and no one will know.

(And sure, you might do other things, too.)

The sound blasted in your headset when you settled it in place. You gave one last look to Minho, and he mumbled towards you with a smile.

“See you on the other side, dollface.”

“You’re the worst.” An easy shorthand for love you.

He smiled, and there was a knowledge that made your heart smile too, because winning or losing, in the end, you were coming back to his arms.

Your hands tightened and you cracked your knuckles, settling them back in place, one over the keyboard and the other on the mouse. You were nervous, yeah, but not afraid. This was your comfort zone. This is your comfort zone.

“COUNTDOWN,” the ref shouted, the numbers showing up in the complete view in the big screen behind him. “STARTING IN 3…! 2…! 1…!”

[♦️★ 🎯 ★♦️]

The vehicle shuddered when you closed the door with a thud.

You two stayed in silence for a bit, merely listening to the rain as the droplets hit the car nonchalantly.

“Can I be smug about it?” You smiled cheekily.

“Just ‘cause I ain’t that much of a sore loser, you get two minutes.” He scoffed with fake annoyance, which wasn’t truly worrying because he didn’t put any effort on hiding his smile, too.

You snickered, turning your body to face him, teasing him even before starting.

“But you owe me something first, dollface.”

You rolled your eyes. “It ain’t even that good of a nickname, Min.”

But then his hand, always a little colder than yours, swiftly gripped you by your neck, fingers stroking your nape as you held back a shiver, easily less than an inch away from him now.

“Would you rather I call you buddy?”

You smiled, eyes wondering where to focus, in a trance between his eyes, deep and enticing, or his lips, sweet and so stupidly kissable.

“Hurt much?” You pouted mockingly. You were obviously not expecting him to bite your lower lip.

He laughed, a menace he was, but he was quickly winned over —dare I say once more— when you pulled him towards your lips by tugging at the collar of his shirt.

Minho smiled as you let him take control.

“Your two minutes are over.” He whispered over your lips, leaving a small peck on your forehead before turning to the steering wheel.

You were about to complain, but that was before his hand, a bit warmer now, was strategically placed just a bit further up your knee.

He gave you a playful side eye.

You rolled your eyes again, to which he chuckled.

“Before you start snickering and bitching about what you want for dinner, princess,” Minho started speaking with a smile, his hand not leaving your leg as he started the engine, “seeing as I didn’t go to the grocery store and neither did you, we’re doing take-out.”

“That’s so unfair!” You argued as he manoeuvred to get the car out of the parallel spot. You stayed silent until he did, faking a pout. “You made me buy groceries last time I lost.”

He cackled. “Because I drive, silly.”

You glared at him. He grinned.

“I’ll call your mom.” You threatened. “I’ll make sure she takes the cats with her the days you have free.”

He gave you a stare with wide eyes once he encountered a red light.

“But honey, those are my children too.” His fake tone of worry was too funny to not burst out in laughter, to which he happily joined in.

“Shits and giggles aside, don’t,” he smiled. “Last time you did she told my dad and he still makes jokes about it.”

You acted smugly as you fetched for the aux cord and plugged it to your phone, scrolling down through your music app.

“Of course he does,” you snorted with a toothy grin. “I’m amazing. And even if we’re doing take-out I will beat the shit out of you if you don’t make lasagna before Friday.” You threatened again with a silly smile. “You know I can.”

He snorted too, his hand playfully squeezing your leg for a second.

“I know,” he mumbled absentmindedly, tracing patterns over your knee. “But we’re getting sushi tonight.”

The idea seemed nice enough, so in a silent agreement you settled on a playlist you knew he’d sing along to. Just as Wonder Girls started to play, he giggled, his hand tickling your knee —something as ticklish as confusing, really—.

“Cheeky.” He snickered, unable to not join in to your efforts into making the korean lyrics make sense, singing for a fun time, not a long one, specially when after Tell me finished, the next songs calmed down the upbeat vibe and soothed it sweetly, your boyfriend humming only when he concentrated on the road ahead.

He shoved you one of his hoodies that he had kept in the seats in the back, because he knew you’d show up with clothing that as beatiful as you looked with it, he just clicked his tongue and tutted at you when you tried to enter the restaurant after he parked, and sneakily locked the doors. You squinted your eyes at him.

“Put that on, missy.” He snickered, eyebrows up. “As funny as the idea may seem, cold as a concept isn’t psychological.”

You chuckled at his commentary, and quickly threw it on, a silly smile on your face when you realized that it smelled like him.

“Sure, Mr Charmer.” You shook your head sideways, smirking once he unlocked the car and you could open the door. “For the record, pretty boy, I’m just doing it cause you left money on the pocket.” You cackled and skipped inside the restaurant, with him chuckling just a bit behind you.

The restaurant was fairly empty, saving a couple of tables that were reserved for later and other customers that had barely started to eat.

You hid the twenty bucks bill you found in your phone case, and Minho pretended to forget about it when he saw you grin. You smiled at him gingerly, thinking where would it be a good place to put the it in where he could find it later.

He let you choose from the menu, trusting your taste and letting you pick the items for the both of you, doozing off slowly, distracting himself with the strange tipping device that the restaurant had on the counter top. Upon inspection, it was clearly a lucky cat figure, that when coins were placed on its hand, he’d just… eat them…?

“To go, yeah?” the young man at the counter asked with a tiny smile, wearing a small name tag that read “JEONGIN” in big letters.

You nodded, but noticed ‘Jeongin’ gave your really-interested-in-the-stupid-ass-tip-animal-robot company a look, and you stared at Minho too, scratching your cheek absentmindedly.

“Is he with you?” He asked nonchalantly, merely starting small talk.

You smiled. “Yeah. A girl needs a wallet from time to time.”

He snorted, nodding in agreement. “He’s… something.”

“Thanks. He’s rescue.”

You felt a hand slither into the pockets of your hoodie. Well. Technically his.

“Stop telling people that.” He huffed, laying his forehead on your shoulder.

Jeongin snickered at the two of you. “My boyfriend is a rescue too,” he winked. “This is his uniform, because he used mine by mistake and stained it with soja sauce.”

“Oh. So you’re not Jeongin, I guess?” You chuckled gently.

“I’m Hyunjin.” He corrected with a smile. After a bit, he handed you your order in a plastic bag. “It was nice to meet you two!”

You waved back with a sheepish smile as you two exited.

[♦️★ 🎯 ★♦️]

“WHAT?!” You screamed, the mic on your purple headset able to catch it flawlessly, as in response you started hearing laughs.

You stared at the screen, the music lowering as your character approached your house —or what used to be your house—.

“Y-yeah,” Seungmin’s voice chimed in, who tried to explain once more in between laughs, “Changbin added landscape mods o-or something,” he chuckled. “The storms can start fires.”

“B-HUH?” You frowned, trying to extinguish the fire that remained around. “Fuck that! What the fuck was Notch onto with this bullshit?”

Felix and Changbin still were unable to speak, as they continued to laugh loudly in the call. You went to Discord for a second, and muted them both. “You guys, shut up!”

They were muted, so you couldn’t possibly know if they had listened to you —most likely not—. Going back to Minecraft, you went in your house, and started looking around in your chest room if you had any wood to spare to repair the ceiling.

“Motherf- I gotta go chop wood?” You scoffed. “Brother.” You were starting to get pissed off, so you breathed in, fixing your glasses in position and your mind went back to the stream, and you started talking to the chat while getting the materials.

“Shit, I ran out of torches,” you cursed, going on your inventory to see if you had more. Oops. You didn’t. And you didn’t have much food either. Suddenly, zombie noises started to blast in your headset, several arrows hitting you.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” you used your shield, trying to find your enemies. “Where is this bitch?”

Minho went to the kitchen, that was a door away from your streaming room, able to hear loud noises coming from inside. He raised his eyebrows, wondering what could be happening in the gameplay.

“MOTHERFUCKER?! I DON’T— FUCK THIS SHIT! IT’S DISGUSTING. HEY, IT’S DISGUSTING THAT- THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE. HE’S AN IDIOT. HOPE HE CHOKES ON LENTILS, FUCK!”

You stormed out of the room, encountering Minho barely a couple steps away from the door.

He blinked, puzzled. “I’m making lasagna…?”

You struggled to calm down, just knowing you didn’t want to lash out at him.

“Time-out?” He questioned, wondering if you wanted some time on your own.

You flinched when you finally realized he was in front of you, your shoulders lowering and your body physically relaxing as you sighed and shook your head sideways.

“A storm burned down part of my roof and then a creeper blew me up when I was trying to fix it.” You sighed. “And then Changbin stole all my materials.”

“Did you turn off stream?” He wondered soothingly, his hands cupping your face and lightly scratching the back of your head.

You shook your head again. “I just turned the camera and the mic off, but it’s still on.”

“And you want to keep playing?”

“Yeah.” You smiled, one of your hands traveling to his. “Thanks, Min.”

He entered the streaming room with you, his arms over your shoulders.

“Where is she though?” Changbin questioned. “She’s not answering.”

“Dude.” Felix let out in shock.

“Lix?” Seungmin questioned.

“Guys, look at her stream.”

Minho left a peck on your head and ruffled your hair.

“Text me if you need anything, yeah?”

You smiled. “Thanks, bunny.”

You put your headphones back on, moving the mouse to turn on the screens again.

…maybe the camera hadn’t exactly been turned off.

You stared at the stream, eyes wide open as the chat started going wild.

…oops.

[♦️★ 🎯 ★♦️]

catiuskaa, may 2024 ©

~kats, who now wants to go play some minecraft.

[astralis-is-typing]

Gossiping with skz

⚝fic type: head cannon (comedy/crack)

⚝word count: 1.4k

⚝A/N: I had so much fun writing this lmao, enjoy my unhinged assumptions ʕ⁠ノ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠ノ Thanks to @yonglixx for helping me find the gif.

｡Bang Chan*ﾟ

Knows all the tea before you even bring it up.

Homeboy knows everything about everyone somehow. I guess it’s because Chan has this really welcoming aura that just makes people deem him trustworthy. He won’t even pretend to be surprised by what you’re telling him, so you might feel a little put out… but he’ll more than make up for it by telling you what he knows! Your eyes are literally bulging out of your skull, your jaw hanging open by the time he’s done. It feels like you brought a snack and he pulled up with a whole five course meal. He’ll smirk at the expression on your face and tease you for thinking you could top his tea.

To put it simply, you cannot outdo the doer. Bro literally knows it all haha. Also, he’s very low-key about what he knows– so consider yourself lucky that he’s chosen you as his gossip buddy.

｡Lee Know*ﾟ

He'll pretend he’s uninterested and act like he’s ignoring you, only dropping the act to scold you that it’s bad manners to gossip. That is, until you mention something or someone that piques his interest. Now he has to know.

You’ll probably be teasing him like, ‘oh, I thought you didn’t want to know’, sticking your tongue out and walking away. If he needs to pin you down to the seat/couch HE WILL. As Han once said, “I can’t tease Lee Know-hyung, he’ll use force”. Will grant you one of his death stares if you try make him apologize before you finally spill for ignoring you. Literally will not let you leave till you finish the story.

Lee Know probably gets so smug when he’s the one bringing in the tea. Like his eyes glimmer and everything. I feel like he’d do that pose where he’s got his legs crossed and his hands on his lap; flashing you a cat-like grin and sitting so stoically upright while you’re borderline dangling out of your seat, just to hear what he’s saying because he won’t speak up.

  ｡Seo Changbin*ﾟ  

Gossiping with Changbin would have to exclusively be done in private because he’ll be reacting so loudly! Gaping and pointing when you mention someone in his line of sight. And heaven forbid the tea in question walks past you guys… man will STARE.

Brace yourself because he’s the type to smack your shoulder exceptionally astonished.

I feel like both he and Lee Know would ask loads of questions. They love gossip but also would like to verify that it isn’t all just hot air, you know? Also, whenever the two of you were in the same room as the people you were gossiping about he’d keep looking over at you and grinning or pulling faces that make you struggle to hold in a laugh. You’d be scolding him and hitting him (playfully of course) afterwards, vowing to never share ANYTHING with him again. He’d whine, promising he won’t be as obvious with future topics of discussion (a promise that barely lasts 2 days).

Bonus: Changbin is the type to store screenshots from group chat arguments like court documents. He has pretty incriminating evidence on that android of his so better not test the guy.

 ｡⁠Hwang Hyunjin*ﾟ

The type of friend to have just as much beef as you do with whoever you guys are talking about by the time you’re through with the tea.

Very reactive and will definitely be adding things on. Stuff like, ‘It isn’t even in their place!’ if someone’s talking smack about you and what not. With him it’s like sparring or a tennis match. When you serve, he will serve back; it builds up like a jenga tower. Just best friend material if you catch my drift.

Honestly there’d be a lot of tone variation haha. At some points you’d be whispering conspiratorially, leaning close to each other and whispering even if you two are alone. At other points your exaggerated hand gestures will be running the conversation. Gossiping with Hyunjin would be such a rewarding experience to be honest. In addition, he’s got a really expressive face, so you’d be knowing his opinion on whatever you’re saying immediately. Would definitely be slapping a hand over his mouth, frowning in disgust… the whole package.

Hyunjin has previously mentioned that he doesn’t judge a book by its cover, preferring not to believe rumours about people, and this is true. Nevertheless, he’d indulge you (thoroughly) because he trusts your judgement and you aren’t one to think badly of a person without reasons.

Bonus: Snacks and actual tea (or in his case, iced americanos) are FOR SURE part of the conversation. Would be sipping dramatically with raised eyebrows when you mention someone he knows. Let’s out a dramatic ‘SAME!’ because he doesn’t like them either. “I thought I was the only one,” he’d say while clutching his chest before shaking his head and continuing to munch on whatever flour-based snack he’s brought that day.

 ｡Han Jisung*ﾟ

Cannot keep still while gossiping. Will keep standing up and will even pace/ walk around when something is particularly juicy. And with his weak ass legs he’d probably trip and end up just lying on the floor for a while… unbothered by it because the story is getting good. Yes, Han is a floor gossiper. (Insert Rose’s “everything I need is on the ground” meme.)

Han also is the type to get SO wrapped up in a tea time session that he won’t notice the time passing lmao. He’ll probably remember an even juicier story mid-story haha. “BY THE WAY! Did I ever tell you-?”/ “SPEAKING OF WHICH-!”.

Like, every new point you make reminds him of something else. The two of you are out here putting pieces of a puzzle together until you’ve found out who the neighbour is cheating on her husband with or something lol. Like it’s part gossip part detective work, you two actually deserve salaries for how good you are. If you guys are texting and you drop a bomb, be prepared (preferably with low phone volume) for an impromptu facetime with a SHAKEN Jisung. Also, if any of the other members know something about what you two are talking about he’ll be dragging them in. If it’s Seungmin, who’s very stingy with his tea, the two of you will be offering your kidneys for the information he most definitely can give you.

No snacks/ drinks here because he’s probably the type to spit out his water in shock haha.

 ｡Lee Felix*ﾟ

Bro gets astronomically shocked. Like his reactions when he’s gossiping, watching people roast each other or similar situations are just priceless.

At first he’s pretty tentative with it because he doesn’t gossip much, but he’ll come around. He’s more subtle than Changbin but will still be nudging you with his elbow or foot when the ‘issue’ is in the room with you.

An adlib gossiper- he even gasps on beat and all that. You’ll be all like, “Felix you won’t believe what they said-” and he’ll be like, “Gurl what did they say??!” (You know, in the best aussified alternative for this sentence, cannot imagine the term gurl/gworl coming out of Felix’s mouth lmao).

If someone’s watching you guys they’ll feel so excluded (how I felt when watching skz talker in the gif *sigh*… feeling intensifies when there are no subs). Also I feel like a prime location for a gossip session would be the car! Long journeys where there’s not much to see outside the window, and you turn to him like, “Did you hear about…”

 ｡Kim Seungmin*ﾟ

Now if you’ve ever watched 2kr (2 Kids Room) you KNOW this man has the inside scoop.

It’s an elite feeling to be gossiping with Seungmin because, as I’d mentioned before, he’s very choosy when it comes to who he shares his tea with. That stuff is scalding hot. Like between him and Chris, those two know all the jyp ent. secrets. Like bro probably has documents proving that Hyunjin and Yeji are related. Seungmin is INFORMED.

This is another member who’ll have actual tea with him, cradling the cup delicately with both palms and sipping slowly as he watches you lose your mind over the rim of the mug. Crosses his legs and acts so nonchalant while slapping you with the fattest, juiciest conspiracy/rumour you’ve ever heard. If you tell him something he actually doesn’t know, his composed aura will fade so fast- mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ as you share your story.

 ｡Yang Jeongin*ﾟ

Jeongin will 100% end a gossip session saying, “But anyways, who are we to judge?”

Between Innie’s attitude and Grandma identity your boy is a prime candidate for a gossip buddy. He’s just THE ONE. His yt/vlives are literally titled ‘Maknae’s Private Life’- doesn’t that scream tea to you? Like if you’re gossiping in a group his input is for sure the most awaited. People will be leaving to go look for him if he isn’t already present.

Gossiping with Jeongin is all hushed tones and huddled conversations. Bro might even go as far as putting his phone on silent if the tea is hot enough. I feel like he’d unintentionally switch to his Busan accent when things start to get really juicy lmao.

Abruptly keeps quiet or changes the topic whenever someone passes by the two of you. If you aren’t used to this you’ll get so confused, looking at him like ‘???’ when he randomly starts telling you about the new shoes he bought.

Idk why, but to me I.N’s really good at insta stalking and he would be pulling up people’s pages if you didn’t seem to know who he’s talking about.

⚝A/N: How would you rank them MTL? I'd love to hear about it. P.s: in case you like them, the orange dividers originally by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more​ 

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where the fire department is called. And Nirvana might not just be a word on a hoodie. or The twenty-sixth installment of the Skz!Pack Prequel series.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, SKZ!Pack, Pack!prequel, ot8, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, skz smut, skz fluff, skz angst, skz imagines, skz reactions, skz scenarios, abo, a/b/o, skz abo, alpha beta omega, femreader, poly!skz

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Light Smut

Title: Emergency Stop

12 Hours Earlier

Chan sighs heavily and leans back in his chair, spinning a few aimless circles as he lets his gaze wander across the tiled ceiling of the student studio. 

He listens to the sound of fingers clicking across keyboards, the quiet hum of equipment, and then announces finally, to no one in particular, just to get it off his chest, “I think she’s avoiding me.” Hongjoong pulls his headphones off his ears, letting them drop down around his neck, as he turns from his current project to stare at Chan in exasperation, one dark brow arched. 

“I think that’s a little dramatic, mate.” 

“Wellllllll-” Changbin hems from the other side of the room, a grimace going across his features, as he swivels in his chair to face them, not quite meeting Chan’s gaze. 

Chan bolts upright, his voice loud with triumph. “Ah ha! I knew it!” 

“Oh my goood.” Hongjoong groans, scrubbing at his face with his hands, before he must decide that they’re not worth the trouble, turning back to his computer and pulling his headphones back up- on both ears this time. 

Changbin’s lips twist to the side in an obvious guilt ridden expression, his dark eyes finally meeting Chan’s. 

Chan feels his stomach drop as he regards his best friend and packmate’s worry. 

“What?” He asks, suddenly breathless, leaning forward in the office chair, his alpha suddenly on high alert. “What did I do? How did I fuck it up? You gotta tell me how to fix it, Bin, it’s fucking with my head.” 

Changbin reaches up to rub at the back of his neck, Chan recognizes the nervous gesture, and clears his throat, his eyes darting around the room, as if trying to focus on anything except the man in front of him. 

“You didn’t do anything, hyung. I swear to god, but I can’t tell you anything else, because (Y/N) will fucking eat me alive.” 

“She is pretty fucking scary.” Hongjoong chimes in once more, glancing over his shoulder at Chan, his fingers paused on the mouse. “Almost in Seonghwa’s league. Almost.” 

Chan glances back to Changbin, who is nodding avidly along in agreement with what the other alpha is saying. 

Chan’s alpha is growling at his mate’s resistance, at the way he’s holding back, even if he knows how to fix this whole mess, but he takes in a deep, steadying breath, and clamps his hands in his lap, willing the angry wolf back down. 

“Bin.” He tries again, glancing back to the other man, his voice steady, calm, imploring. “You gotta tell me something. If I don’t know what’s wrong, I can’t fix it, and I’m going crazy over here.” Changbin’s chest heaves with a sigh, and then he swallows, Chan watches the way his Adam's apple bobs, as he looks up to the ceiling, as if for some form of silent approval. 

Finally, he sighs again, audibly this time, and rakes a hand agitatedly through his dark hair. 

“Fine.” 

Chan feels his entire body tense, waiting on what comes next. 

He can sense a headache starting to pound to life behind his left eye. 

He doesn’t know if it’s because of the current situation, or because he hasn’t really seen you much over the last week, and his alpha is taking direct note of the loss of contact. 

Changbin shakes his head slightly to himself, as if he can’t believe what he’s going to say, going to reveal, and then he grits out, “She’s worried about something she said.” 

Chan’s mind races, going over every tiny interaction the two of you have had in the last week and a half. 

Nothing significant comes to mind. 

“What?” He asks, puzzled, as if Changbin can reveal the clues to him. 

Instead, the other alpha gives a half hearted shrug. 

“I dunno, hyung. She wouldn’t tell me anything besides that. I’m sorry, man.” 

Chan shakes his head, still analyzing every time you’ve spoken, or interacted, since he saw you during Jeongin’s heat. 

Honestly, it wasn’t much, considering you’d been avoiding him at all costs. 

He manages a weak grin, and stands, walking over to pat Changbin on the back. 

“Nah, it’s fine, mate. Thanks for telling me that much. I’ll figure it out.” 

Changbin glances up at him, expression unreadable, and gives a curt nod, already reaching for his headphones again. 

“She feels things really fucking deeply. Deeper than the rest of us. Sometimes she just needs a little space to figure it out. But she cares about you, hyung. A lot. She wouldn’t be this fucking worried if she didn’t.” 

Chan grips his shoulder a little tighter, a silent sign of acknowledgement, and goes back to his own work station. 

He knows Changbin’s right. Knows he speaks from experience. 

So why is his stomach still in knots? 

*******

Fuck. 

Your eyes dart around the small kitchen, helplessly looking for an escape route, before they settle on the two men sitting at the table, staring you down. 

You clear your throat, and try to work up an easy smile. 

“You were talking about me? I’m flattered Min.” 

Minho’s smirk widens, growing sharp and dangerous, as if he knows exactly what you’re trying to do. 

You’re sure he does. 

He pats the chair beside him, in the middle of he and Chan. 

“Have a seat.” 

You can’t think of literally anything worse in this moment, your skin already hot underneath Chan’s stare, your fingers itching at your side, your alpha begging you to please get the fuck out of here already.

You take a step backward, back toward the safety of the hallway. 

“That’s okay, I actually was just leaving to go on a run.” 

Minho’s brow arches a little higher. 

“At eleven PM?” 

There is amusement in his tone, as if he knows he’s caught you in an outright lie. 

You give a little shrug, and take another step toward the door. 

“I do my best running at night. Must be the wolf in me.” 

You don’t dare look at Chan, not when he’s right here, staring at you, expression unreadable. He hasn’t said one word since you entered the room, and you can practically feel your body withering from the shame of his heavy gaze. 

It’s like he can see right through you, and you need to get out of here, right now. 

“Anyway-” You’re halfway into the hallway now, the front door, your shining savior, within sight. You give the men a little wave and another unconvincing, weak smile. “-gotta go. Have fun.” 

You dart for the front door, nearly bowling an emerging Jisung over, sending his popcorn flying. 

“Hey!” He protests with a glare in your direction, but you don’t stop, tugging on your sneakers with record speed, before you barrel out the door of the apartment. 

“Sorry, Jisungie!” You call over your shoulder, because you are, but honestly, in times of crisis-

You can breathe easier out here, in the quiet darkness of the dorm hallway, even though you’re still practically jogging, headed directly for the elevator. 

You’re making a beeline for your dorm a few floors down, and you’re staying locked up in there until Chan decides to leave. 

Well, not leave, because he lives here too, but at least until he decides to go back to his own kitchen and stop talking to Minho about whatever the hell they were discussing. 

You slide through the gap of the doors in the elevator before they’re fully open, and pound the second floor button a few more times than necessary, catching your breath as you wait for the doors to close. 

They’re almost down to a sliver, and you think you’ve gotten away with your hasty escape, when an arm shoots through, bouncing them back open, and Chan steps into view. 

Immediately, the breath you’ve just regained leaves your body, as he joins you in the elevator, the doors hissing shut quietly behind him. 

There’s silence, the space suddenly feeling smaller than normal, as you stare him down warily from your corner. 

“What-” You start to say, in an attempt at least to fill the uncomfortable quiet, but Chan beats you to it.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He demands, dark eyes flashing, as the elevator jolts into motion. 

You brace yourself against the wall, your mouth dropping open at his serious, commanding tone. 

“I’m not avoiding you-” You start to protest weakly, the lie sounding unconvincing to even your own ears. 

“Bullshit” Chan cuts you off once more with a growl, taking a menacing step toward you, and suddenly, you know, you’re not dealing with Christopher Bang any longer, you’re dealing with his alpha.

His irrational, incredibly pissed off and slighted alpha. 

Fuck. 

The elevator feels tiny now, saturated with the scent of thunder, and you swallow hard, your own alpha flattening its ears in response. 

The sound of a ding signals the arrival of the next floor, and before you can make a move to do something, anything, Chan reaches behind him without a glance, and slams his palm down over the emergency stop button. 

The elevator grinds to a sudden halt with an eerie shriek of gears, and then there is silence, all movement ceased. 

Your mouth falls open once more, but you feel your own anger flare to life in the pit of your stomach, rising to meet his. 

“Chan, what the fuck do you think you’re doing-” 

He stalks toward you, and you shrink back into the corner, the cool metal of the hand bar digging into your back. 

“Exactly what I should’ve done when this whole nonsense started.” He growls, caging you in as he puts his hands on either side of your head, fingers digging into the slick, cool brushed metal of the elevator’s walls as he glares down at you. 

You’re choking on the storm now, your heart pounding against the wall of your ribs. 

But you hold your ground regardless, lifting your head as defiance flashes across your gaze, and frost starts to crackle outward from you, freezing the storm. 

“Oh? And what’s that? Emergency stop an elevator in a little temper tantrum?” 

His dark eyes flash, and a muscle ticks in his jaw, but his voice is steady when he responds. 

“If I have to trap you in a room with me to get you to talk over things like an adult, like my mate, then yes.” 

You scoff, looking away from his burning gaze. 

“There’s nothing to talk about.” 

“That’s not what Changbin said.” 

Your head jerks up, your angry gaze meeting his. 

“Fuck Changbin.” 

“I do, and I enjoy it.” Chan fires right back without missing a beat, crowding you into the corner further, his scowl deepening. “But that’s not what we’re here to talk about, is it?” 

“I’m not. Avoiding you.” You grind out through gritted teeth, your jaw clicking with the immense pressure of keeping your rage back. 

It’s a blatant lie, and you both know it. 

Chan’s eyes darken, dripping golden around the pupils now, and when he parts his lips, his teeth flash in what’s almost a snarl, dangerous and threatening. 

You can practically feel his alpha’s teeth poised warningly over your exposed throat. 

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this angry before. 

“You think-” He begins, and his voice has dropped dangerously, a menacing growl in the back of his throat, a rumble in his chest. “-that even if I was stupid enough not to notice, he wouldn’t?” 

Your lips part, ready to spit something back, but something about his words ring true in the hollow pit of your stomach. 

He’s right. You could avoid him all you wanted, but your alpha, and his, would know. They were the ones who were suffering because of the distance, keening for their mates. 

Fuck, if it was hell for the two of you, it was fucking torture for them. 

Chan’s gaze hasn’t wavered from your own, not once, and when he speaks again, his words are just above a murmur, and you don’t miss the way his breath trembles on his next inhale. 

“I can’t fucking sleep, (Y/N.) I can’t eat, I can’t study, I can’t produce, I can’t do anything, because every single waking moment is spent trying to figure out what I did wrong and how to fix it.” 

You feel guilt drop like a hot pound of lead into the pit of your stomach. 

You lean your head back on the wall behind you, and meet his gaze head on, your voice quiet, but steady, when you reply back, “It wasn’t anything you did.” 

Confusion starts to pool into his expression, easing some of the anger, and you feel your own fury start to melt away like sand with the tide, leaving your body tired and heavy. 

“Then why?” He questions back, gaze boring into your own. 

You sigh, and glance behind him to the still blinking emergency stop button, wondering how much time you have before someone notices the elevator hasn’t moved and calls the fire department to rescue the two of you. 

That’s all you need right now. Better hurry this up. 

“I said something.” You announce without preamble, shifting your gaze to meet his own once more, sudden fear rising like bile in your throat. You force through the feeling, and swallow hard. “The day you asked me for help during Jeongin’s presentation.” Chan watches you closely, silently, and you give a little shrug and half a laugh-it’s awkward, and fleeting, and leaves the space in between you feeling heavier than before. 

“And I wasn’t sure if what I’d said-what I’d admitted-made you feel weird. I was scared I’d messed shit up, and I wanted to give you space to deal, if that was the case.” 

Chan cocks his head-the motion is endearing, like a puppy-and you resist the urge to reach up and push some of the curls back off his forehead with your fingers. 

Confusion is clear on every inch of his features now. 

“What did you-” He starts to ask, and then something clicks behind his expression, his eyes going wide and his jaw going slack. “Oh, you mean the love thing.” “Oh my god.” You groan, covering your face with your hands, already feeling your cheeks heat up. “Do we have to call it that?” 

When you peek back through your fingers, Chan is smiling, his lips pulled crookedly to one side, the gold fading slowly from his gaze. 

“That’s why you were avoiding me? You were worried about that?” 

“Yes!” You shriek,a little bit louder than necessary, and Chan’s grin widens even more. “I mean, that’s a fuck of a thing to announce to someone out of the blue, when they’re already dealing with a ton of shit and I didn’t know how you’d take it.” 

Chan tilts his head, regarding you. “But you’ve already told me you love me. Once before. Remember?” 

You stare at him like he’s just grown another head, and then it clicks. 

“That didn’t count!” You cough out, choking on your own spit, waving your hands wildly as you try to regain your breath. “That was like a post fuck thing, I was feeling sappy,  I just threw it out there to everyone in general, you guys had just saved me and given me the best orgasm of my life and it wasn’t-” “True?” Chan finishes for you, though there’s no hurt on his face, only slight amusement. 

“No!” You protest, growing angry again as you grow more flustered by the second. “It was true, it just wasn’t so-”

“Direct?” Chan tries once again, watching you closely. 

“Yeah.” You finish helplessly, your shoulders slumping. 

Chan gives a little laugh, and slides one of his large hands down the elevator wall to grip your chin in his fingers, raising your embarrassed gaze to his once more. 

His expression softens, the corners of his mouth settling into an affectionate smile, as you struggle a little and try to resist his gaze. 

“Baby. Look at me.” 

You finally do as he says, reluctantly meeting his eyes, and he arches a brow at you. 

The air between you is heavy with ice and storm, but it doesn’t feel so oppressive now. 

In fact, the headache you’ve been battling all week seems to be miraculously gone. 

Chan’s lips twitch, and you huff at him a little, folding your arms across your chest at his obvious amusement in your sheepishness. 

“Listen. If it hasn’t been incredibly fucking clear since the first time I met you that I’m head over heels for you, then I must not be doing enough to prove it to you.” 

Your own lips twitch into the hint of a smile then, and you begrudgingly uncross your arms from your chest. 

“No, you’re doing enough. Trust me. Following me around like a little lost puppy when I openly hated your guts for the first couple of weeks definitely sold it.”

Chan laughs, and the sound sends warmth cascading down your body. 

Your tired muscles feel a little more manageable now. 

 Chan leans in, and rests his forehead against yours. 

You take a moment to breathe him in, and then he murmurs, breath warm on your face, “Now, say it again, but don’t run away this time.” 

You smirk, keeping your eyes closed as you whisper back, “There’s not really anywhere for me to go. You saw to that.” 

He chuckles, breath fanning across your skin, but doesn’t move to pull away. 

You take in a deep breath, and let your hands skim up the warm length of his arms, letting your fingers take him in for a moment, before you breathe out, “I love you, Christopher Bang. Even though I hated your guts, and fucked up a couple of huge things, and you trapped me in an elevator with you-twice, I might add, against my will-I love you, and I don’t think that’s ever not been true.” 

Chan opens his eyes, and you stare into the golden flecks of his irises, before he pulls back, and his lips curve into the start of a smirk. 

“Now, was that so hard?” 

You swing an arm out and hit him lightly in the chest, giving him a fake glare. 

“Say it back.” 

He grins, and leans in, caging you with his forearms once more against the cool metal behind your head, his nose brushing your own. 

“I fucking love you, (Y/N), I always have. Even when you hated my guts. In fact, in retrospect, I think that made me love you even more.” 

You giggle, and Chan covers your mouth with his without warning, swallowing the sound. 

You let your hands trace up his back and into his hair, fingers tangling in his curls, as he flicks his tongue between the seam of your lips and into your waiting mouth. 

The sharp points of his canines graze and tug at your bottom lip, and you moan, breaking the kiss as you let your head fall back to the wall behind you, breathing heavily, as Chan presses kisses down your jaw, the column of your throat, tickling and teasing your skin as he nibbles your collarbone, traces your scent gland with his tongue. 

“They’re gonna send the fire department after us, you know.” You gasp out, gaze flicking beyond him once more to the flashing button on the wall, as he drops to his knees in front of you, fingers finding your hip bones. 

Chan looks up at you, lips red and kiss bitten, a grin stretching the pink skin over white teeth. 

He arches a brow. 

“Lucky for you, baby, they’re not incredibly known for their fast response time, and I’m a fairly quick worker.” 

You reach out a hand to stop him as he reaches for the closure of your pants, and when he looks up at you in confusion, your lips lift into a smirk. 

“What if I told you I wanted to take my time?” 

His lips slowly lift into a wicked grin of his own. 

“I think we can make that happen.” 

********

Your apartment is closer than Chan’s (by one floor, but hey, a floor is a floor), so after apologizing to some severely annoyed alphas who were waiting on the stalled elevator, you push through your front door and Chan doesn’t wait a second before he pounces. 

He backs you against the wall of the hallway, his hands dropping to your waist once more, his mouth already on yours. 

His tongue swipes around the inside of your mouth, and you groan into him. “About that taking our time thing-” 

Chan chuckles huskily, the sound going right to your core, and if you weren’t already incredibly wet before, you sure as hell are now. 

There’s a quiet sound behind the two of you and you freeze, leaning up to glance over Chan’s shoulder, suddenly on full alert. 

“Jeongin?” 

Chan follows your gaze, your mouth open in shock, to the omega standing beside the front door, waving sheepishly to the two of you, his cheeks almost as red as his hair. 

“Hey, noona.” 

You slip out beneath Chan’s arm and approach him, surprise clearly etched across your face. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“I was waiting for you.” Jeongin gives a little shrug, but he won’t meet your eyes, embarrassment clear on his pretty features. “You said later earlier and I thought-” 

Oh. Fuck. 

You let out a sigh, suddenly feeling more than a little remorseful. “Sorry, Innie. I was hanging out at Minho’s and then Chan was there-” 

Jeongin glances down, scuffing his shoe into the worn carpet. “No, it’s fine, noona. I was just gonna sneak out when I heard the two of you, but I should’ve known I had no chance when up against a wolf’s hearing.” 

His hand reaches for the doorknob, and without thinking, you reach out and stop him. 

“Wait-” You swallow, his large, dark eyes flicking to you in surprise. “I mean. You can join us? If you want?” 

Jeongin stares at you, his pupils huge. 

“What?” Chan approaches, his hand going on your shoulder as he addresses Jeongin. “Yeah, Innie. It’s up to you, but we don’t mind-” 

You notice the way Chan reaches up to rub his neck as he speaks, as if he’s just as nervous over this as Jeongin is. 

“Don’t feel any pressure.” You hurry to reassure the omega standing in front of you. “I know you don’t have much experience, and one alpha on a good day is a lot, so if this is too overwhelming-”

Jeongin bites his lip and glances between the two of you. Finally, he says hesitantly, voice barely above a whisper, “I think I’d like that. But-” He takes in a nervous breath. “Can I just watch for a little bit first? Would that be okay?” 

You smirk. “Oh, so you’re one of those?” 

Jeongin instantly flushes, and you rush to reassure him you were only teasing, looping an arm around his shoulders as you lead him back toward your room, Chan following on your heels. 

“I’m just kidding, baby. There’s nothing wrong with a little voyeurism. Minho loves to watch.” 

“He also loves to boss.” Chan says with a slight smirk, as he steps ahead of you and pushes open the closed door, allowing you both to pass first into the room. 

“That he does.” You laugh a little, and then turn to Jeongin. “Okay, pup. Pick your poison.”

Jeongin glances around, clearly still a little shy given the circumstances, and then he settles into the desk chair in the corner of your room, opposite the bed. He pulls his knees up to his chest and nods. “Okay. Just pretend I’m not here.”

Chan has come to stand against your back, tickling his fingers up and down your spine, brushing his nose across the juncture of your throat, and at Jeongin’s words, he groans, and you feel him press into you from behind. He’s still clearly worked up from before, the momentary pause hasn’t even phased him. 

“That’s gonna be pretty hard to do when you smell so fucking good, pup.” 

Jeongin looks wide eyed at Chan’s throaty admission, and leans over to not so subtly sniff his own shirt. “I don’t smell anything crazy.” 

Chan growls in his throat, and you smirk, reaching back to palm him through his jeans. He bucks his hips up into your hand, his fingers digging into your shoulders. 

“That’s because you’re used to how you smell, but you’re kinda blooming, Innie. It means your omega has sensed the presence of alphas-pack alphas-and is desperately trying to get our attention.” 

“Oh.” Jeongin murmurs, looking suddenly small. “I’m sorry, I can leave-” He makes a move to get up. 

“Sit down.” You command, and his pupils dilate at the sound of your timber, but he does as he’s told. You soften your tone a little. “You’re fine, Innie. You’re not going to distract from anything. If anything, your scent is going to make this all the more enjoyable.” 

Chan’s teeth graze over your scent gland, and you glance back at him, arching your brow. “Eager, are we?” 

Chan growls again, the sound a low rumble against your back, and snakes his hand around your waist, letting his fingers find the inside of your thighs. He applies pressure with the palm of his hand, and you arch your back in response, letting out a quick hitch of breath. 

“Very.” He replies, licking a stripe up the side of your neck with his tongue, tasting you. 

You turn to face him, your eyes flashing gold to match his own, but before you fully lose yourself in him, you glance once more at the omega over your shoulder, saying in a soft, serious tone, “Innie, if you want us to stop at any point, say something, and we will. Without hesitation.” 

He nods. “Yes, noona.” His eyes are wide, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips as he watches Chan pull you toward the bed. 

“Sit down.” Chan orders you, much like you had commanded Jeongin earlier, and you do so, but not without a slight smirk in his direction. 

“I’m not going to make this easy.” You warn, settling onto the edge of the bed, your expression wicked. 

Chan knocks apart your knees and stands between your legs, a look of annoyance on his features. One hand tangles into your hair and he yanks your head back, forcing you to look at him, as the other hand comes to loosely wrap around the front of your throat. 

You feel your pulse quicken under his hold.

“Don’t play that game, pet. Not right now. You already made me wait far too fucking long already.” Chan lifts his lips into the hint of a snarl, and the flash of his sharp canines has your inner thighs slick with want. 

He slides his hand slowly up the column of your throat, finally letting his fingers find purchase beneath your chin, tilting your head back even further. 

“But you know that already, don’t you?” He murmurs, staring down at you with something akin to a hungry predator in his dark gaze. 

You swallow beneath the hold he has on your throat, and arch a brow pettily in response. “Care to remind me?” 

Chan’s lips curl, and another animalistic growl slips through the barrier of his teeth. 

You hear Jeongin let out a sharp exhale from the corner, but you don’t look over.

Your entire body is electrified, waiting for Chan’s next move. 

“I could remind you who you belong to-” Chan muses, eyes flashing golden as he stares at you. “-but I don’t think that’s necessary, do you?” 

He leans down, and without warning, slips a hand down underneath the band of your pants. 

His fingers immediately touch your heat, and just by the look of satisfaction that flickers across his features, you can tell he feels just how wet you are already. 

He pulls back, and holds up his slick, glistening fingers for you to see with a cock of his head. 

“I think you already know.” He repeats in a low tone, advancing toward you now, backing you onto the bed, until he’s straddling you, leaning over your prone form. “Don’t you?” 

“Yes.” You breathe out, tired of playing already, tired of staying away from him. 

“Yes what?” He prods, lips curling up into the hint of a dangerous smirk, as he moves to strip you of your clothes. 

“Yes, daddy.” 

Chan freezes, his pupils blowing at the nickname, and a muscle in his jaw ticks, as if he’s silently fighting himself for control, his hands curling into fists beside you on the bed. 

You openly smirk up at him. “Oh, I knew you’d like that one. You know, given your certain proclivities.” 

His irises are completely drowning in gold now, his lips parted slightly as he stares down at you, his breath coming in harsh pants, his chest heaving. 

Still smirking, you roll your head to the side and find Jeongin in your line of sight, arching a brow in the omega’s direction. 

“Did you catch that, Innie? When he was fucking you through your presentation?” Your voice is smooth like butter, dripping with taunting. You’re playing with the alpha on top of you now, and you all know it. 

Jeongin stares at you, his stare moving slowly to Chan and then back again. “Catch what, noona?” His voice is hoarse, like he’s been holding his breath. 

You shift so you’re staring back up at Chan, looming over you, and your lips tick upward into a dangerous expression meant to goad. 

“Our Channie here has a little obsession-a fantasy, if you will-with breeding. He probably went easy on you the first time he knotted you, because you’re inexperienced, but he just loves to fill you up when he fucks you, loves the idea of stretching you with his seed and then his pups, hm, Channie?” 

A low growl rolls from Chan’s chest, and you hear Jeongin’s breath catch. 

The smell of cinnamon is overpowering. 

Chan pins your hands above your head in one smooth, quick motion, and leans over to bite down-hard-on your scent gland in the curvature of your shoulder. 

Not hard enough to mark or draw blood, but damn near close. 

Your body goes limp beneath him, your mind going blank, your jaw slack, and suddenly, any of the teasing from before is long gone, and the only thought is-alpha, alpha, alpha. 

He pulls back, licking his lips with a wicked smirk, and fuck it, he knows he’s won already. 

“I should punish you for teasing me, pet, but lucky for you, I’m far to eager to feel you squeezing every last drop out of me to make myself wait any longer.”

And without warning, he leans over and sinks his teeth into your muscle once again, sheathing himself fully inside of you in the same frantic motion. 

You cry out, the sensations hitting you all at once, and arch your body up into his hold. 

He hadn’t prepped you, but honestly, you were wet enough that he slid in without much resistance, and the friction was honestly close to pushing you over the edge already. 

Chan growls, the sound sending goosebumps over your skin, muffled by his hold on your shoulder, and thrusts wildly a few times, like an animal gone mad with desire. 

You let him, your fingers scrabbling at his skin, and letting your head roll to the side to give him more access to your neck, you catch sight of Jeongin, watching the two of you with something clearly hot, but tentative, on his features. 

Reaching a hand out, you splay it across Chan’s bare chest, stopping his movements, and he releases his teeth’s hold on you, as you say quietly to get his attention, “Chan.” 

He’s panting, but he stills, and the feeling of him filling you without moving is enough to drive you crazy, but you keep your focus on Jeongin as you hold out your free hand. 

“Done watching, Innie? Wanna join in?” 

The omega swallows, you see the way his throat bobs, and then he stands, looking suddenly nervous, but you can tell he’s intrigued and more than a little hot and bothered at this point if the tent in his pants is any indication. 

He approaches the bed, and swallows again. 

“You don’t have to.” You say softly, taking his hand in yours and rubbing his fingers. “I know this can be overwhelming, but if you want to-” 

He nods, glancing down at you, his eyes trailing down the length of Chan’s body atop yours, before he meets your gaze once more with a look of determination. 

“No, I want to.” 

“Good boy.” You praise, before you tug him forward and onto the bed beside you and Chan. You jerk your head at his clothes. “Take those off.” 

He does so quickly, and then sits back down beside the two of you once more, looking unsure. “Now what?” 

You give him an encouraging smile. “Now, you’re gonna kneel above me and slide yourself into my mouth.” You open your lips and lean your head back to show him, careful not to jostle Chan. 

Jeongin’s eyes go wide. “What? But what if I hurt you-?” 

A raspy chuckle leaves Chan’s lips, and he gives the omega a soft look. “You’re not gonna hurt her, pup. I promise.”

“You’re not.” You reiterate, as Jeongin finally takes a breath and moves to kneel above your head. You glance up at him, as you wrap your hands around the back of his thighs. “And besides, now is as good a time as any to talk about safe words and safety gestures. I won’t be able to talk, obviously, but if I need you to stop at any time, I’ll tap you twice, like this, okay?”

 I tap the back of his thigh with two fingers hard, twice. 

Jeongin nods, staring down at my head between his knees. “Okay.” 

“Okay.” You repeat back, parting your lips once more. “Whenever you’re ready.” Jeongin hesitates briefly, glancing to Chan, who gives him a little nod, and then he leans forward and places the tip of himself into your mouth. 

You adjust slightly to allow easier access as he slowly slides between your lips. 

You see the way his body tenses as he feels your tongue on him, but he still gives you a worried sort of glance. “Okay?” 

You nod slightly, and hum a sound of affirmation, before you let yourself suck, creating suction with your tongue. 

Jeongin instantly groans, his head falling back and his hands scrabbling to tangle in your hair. 

Chan takes that as his cue to move again as well, and he resumes his thrusting from before, his hips moving more rhythmically now. 

You feel Jeongin hit the back of your throat, and oh god, he tastes just like he smells, and fuck, with Chan moving like that-

You can feel the muscles in your body tensing, readying for release, as you keep working Jeongin with your mouth and Chan shunts your body over and over with his. 

“Fuck, noona, I-” Jeongin starts to say, and then he’s shuddering, and you feel him release, tasting the sweetness on your tongue. 

“Fuck.” Chan swears, watching Jeongin come for you, and then he leans forward, his sweaty skin sticking to yours as he rests his forehead on your chest, fingers digging into your wrists, and roars through his own release. 

Everything whites out for a moment as your own body uncoils, and you have to remind yourself to breathe, as Jeongin slowly pulls himself from your mouth and Chan lies on top of you, catching his breath. 

“Fuck.” Jeongin repeats, staring down at you, his eyes full of awe. “Fuck.” 

You give a weak little laugh and reach out to brush Chan’s sweaty hair back from his forehead. He glances up at you, his chin on your chest, and releases his hold on your wrists, one of his hands moving to your jaw and pinching your mouth open so he can look inside. 

A small smirk quirks the corner of his mouth as he says hoarsely, “A shame to waste all that perfectly good come on your mouth, baby.” You grin down at him, wincing slightly as he pulls himself out of you with a long, low groan. 

He flops down beside you on the bed, covering his face with his arm as his chest still heaves. 

On your other side, Jeongin collapses down as well, his hand finding yours, even though his eyes are closed. 

After a few moments of silence, Chan pushes himself up with effort, and scoots to the edge of the bed. He waves a finger between you and Jeongin’s prone forms. 

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” 

You give a sound of assent, but don’t open your eyes. 

Soon though, you hear the sound of his footsteps padding back, and he nudges you with his hand. 

“Drink this, baby.” You crack open your eyes, and take the bottle of water he offers you, passing the other one to Jeongin, who guzzles it down immediately. 

Chan slides back onto the bed between your legs, and begins to wipe down the sticky skin of the inside of your thighs with the warm rag, cleaning up all the residual juices that were left behind. 

You relax into his gentle motions, and when he’s finished, he turns to Jeongin, arching a brow at the younger boy. 

“Can I?” He asks, and Jeongin hesitates, before he nods slightly, spreading his legs for Chan to clean him up as well. 

You watch them-how gentle Chan is, how trusting Jeongin is-and you feel warm from head to toe. 

Warm and content. 

When he’s finished with Jeongin, you finally sit up and reach for the rag, motioning for Chan to lay back on the bed. 

“Okay, now you.” 

He opens his mouth, as if to protest, but Jeongin pushes him down gently with a hand to his chest and a small smile. 

“C’mon, hyung. It’s only fair.” 

Chan rolls his eyes, but lets you wash him over with the warm rag anyway, and you can tell, by the slight hint of pink on his cheeks, that he enjoys the tender touches just as much as you do. 

When everyone is cleaned up, you motion for Jeongin to snuggle down between the two of you, your arm looped comfortably across him, your fingers making nonsensical patterns on the warm, bare skin of Chan’s chest. 

Leaning over to press a kiss to the tip of Jeongin’s nose, you say softly, “I love you.” Jeongin glances up at you with large eyes, and his lips curve into a smile. 

“I love you too, noona. And you, hyung.” 

You grin and press another kiss to the top of his soft, red hair, before he glance across to Chan, who is watching you affectionately, a small smile on his lips. 

He arches a brow at you and whispers over the top of Jeongin’s head, “I’m proud of you. You’re getting better.” 

You grin back at him, and reach up with your free hand to cup his jaw, before you squish Jeongin between you as you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips. 

“I love you, Bang Chan.” 

He tugs you forward for another kiss, and Jeongin whines slightly at being squished. 

“I love you too.” ********************************

“So, I’m guessing the two of you made up?” Changbin remarks offhandedly, leaning against the desk as he eyes you with an arch of his brow and a smirk on his lips. 

You give a little shrug, sifting through Chan’s papers to find the one you’re looking for. “I guess. How can you tell?” You stop, glancing back at him with a narrowing of your eyes. 

Changbin grins, his eyes dropping pointedly to the large black hoodie you wear. “That’s his favorite hoodie.” 

You hold out the heavy fabric so you can see the Nirvana logo printed across the front of it, staring at it skeptically. “Really? This old thing? I just stole this the last time we went over to his dorm after hide and seek.” 

Changbin laughs and shakes his head, leaning around you now to pluck up a piece of paper and present it to you. 

It’s the one you’ve been looking for. 

You snatch it from him with a teasing glare. 

“Really.” He nods, tugging at the hood of the hoodie teasingly. “This fucking thing is his favorite fucking thing on the whole planet, so the fact that he let you take it and wear it-” He shakes his head in slight disbelief, and smirks down at you. “-well maybe that just means that he has a new favorite fucking thing on the whole planet.” 

You grin at that. 

“I kind of like the sound of that.” Changbin grins back and tackles you onto the futon in the corner of the studio, tickling you as you shriek and struggle to get away from him.

“I knew you would.” 

[hyunebunx]

　く♥︎　　―　　𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓　!

—﹒♡⃕　i don't allow my works to be translated, rewritten or reposted anywhere else!

( 🫧 - fluff ! ∿ ☁️ - angst ! ∿ ❤️‍🔥 - suggestive ! )

—﹒♡⃕　last updated: 10/10/2024

⊱ ────── headcanons :

𓂃 . “what are we?’ with skz ! 🫧☁️

𓂃 . ‘make me’ with skz ! ❤️‍🔥

𓂃 . late night moments with skz ! ����

𓂃 . spin the bottle with skz ! 🫧❤️‍🔥

𓂃 . skz and the reason you aren’t together ! ☁️

𓂃 . show, don’t tell with skz ! 🫧

𓂃 . early morning moments with skz ! 🫧

𓂃 . when you aren’t dating but aren’t just friends either (hyung line) ❤️‍🔥🫧☁️

───── ❝ bang chan ❞ ─────

nothing yet...

───── ❝ lee know ❞ ─────

kissing in the rain (one shot, kissing prompts) — 🫧

───── ❝ seo changbin ❞ ─────

nothing yet...

───── ❝ hwang hyunjin ❞ ─────

painting his nails (one shot, request) — 🫧

morning cuddles and kisses (one shot, request) — 🫧

‘a deep, slow, and deliberately intense kiss filled with passion and desire’ & 'a longing kiss shared after being apart for a while’ (one shot, kissing prompts) —🫧❤️‍🔥

───── ❝ han jisung ❞ ─────

‘a sudden kiss to catch the partner off guard’ (one shot, kissing prompts) —🫧

‘spiderman kiss’ (one shot, kissing prompts) —🫧❤️‍🔥

───── ❝ lee felix ❞ ─────

pies and cuddles can fix anyone (one shot) —🫧

‘a kiss shared during sunset’ (one shot, kissing prompts) —🫧

‘a trail of kisses along the partner’s jawline or collarbone’ (one shot, kissing prompts) —🫧

───── ❝ kim seungmin ❞ ─────

‘a tender kiss on the partner’s shoulder’ (one shot, kissing prompts) —🫧

───── ❝ yang jeongin ❞ ─────

nothing yet...

[midyiderit]

Stray Kids Fic Recomendations

I didn't write any of these. I just like them. I'm also a Chan bias, so it's a lot Chan.

Part 2

Key:

Fluff ☁️

Angst ⛈️

Mature 🌹

Smut 🔥

Comfort 🫂

Reverse Comfort 🔁🫂

Idol 🎤

Dynamics:

Strangers 💛

Best Friends 🩵

Strangers to Lovers 🧡

Friends to Lovers 💜

Exs to Lovers ❤️‍🩹

Established Relationship ❤️

Lovers to Exs 💔

Reactions/Scenarios

☁️🫂 You Have Insomnia by @mazeinthemiroh ❤️

☁️ When You Don't Use Thier Card by @cheeseceli ❤️

☁️ When You Aren't Affected By Nightmares by @justsomefluff ❤️

☁️🫂 They Put Their Jacket On Your Lap When You're Uncomfortable ❤️ by @softstraykidshours

☁️ They Find You Alseep Cuddling Their SKZoo by @blue-jisungs ❤️

☁️🎤 9th Member!Reader Shows Their Abs on Stage by @mazeinthemiroh 🩵

☁️🌹 They Refuse to Take Your Virginity When You're Drunk by @mazeinthemiroh ❤️

☁️🌹 They Find Out You Prefer to Sleep Naked by @mazeinthemiroh ❤️

☁️ When Their S/O is a Stylist by @mazeinthemiroh ❤️

��️🎤 When Their S/O is an Idol by @mazeinthemiroh ❤️

☁️ They Introduce Their S/O to the Rest of SKZ by @liknws ❤️

🔥 When Their Dick Doesn't Fit by @spiceofvy ❤️

☁️ When They're Falling for their Best Friend by @skzshortcake 🩵

☁️🎤 When They Meet Their Idol Crush For the First Time by @localminstrel 💛

☁️ Fighting Over the Bill by @cheeseceli ❤️

☁️🎤 You Choose Them as Your Ideal Type by @dongyucks 🩵

☁️ They Find a Kiss Mark on Their SKZoo by @cheeseceli ❤️

Fake Texts

☁️ SKZ as Dads by @skzfairyyyf8te ❤️

🫂 They Know You're Not as Tough as You Act (Hyung Line) (Maknae Line) (Part 2) by @charmerchannie ❤️

☁️ Simping Over a Hot Photo of Them by @bloomingbutterflysworld 💜

☁️ Princess Treatment With SKZ by @wegc ❤️

☁️ They Know You're Dating Another Memeber by @bloomingbutterflysworld 🩵

☁️ Accidentally Gushing Over Their Trailer Pics to Them by @emithecharmer 💜

☁️ Messing With Their SKZoo by @ilovemesomeshortking ❤️

☁️ SKZoo Texts (Hyung Line) (Maknae Line) by @chvnmax ❤️

🌹 They Find Out You Read FanFics About Them by @snowyquokka 💜

🌹 They Wake Up Alone After Your First Night Together by @imagine-a-life-like-this ❤️

🫂 They Convince You to Take a Break by @imagine-a-life-like-this ❤️

🌹 You Accidentally Confess to Them (Hyung Line) (Maknae Line) by @snowyquokka 💜

🌹 Accidentally Gushing to Them About How They Look Bareface (Hyung Line) (Maknae Line) by @bluejutdae 💜

☁️ They Accidentally Confess to You (Hyung Line) (Maknae Line) by @stayteezdreams 💜

☁️ Accidentally Confessing to Them by @soonyoungblr 💜

☁️You Steal Their SKZoo by @hyunedew ❤️

Individual Memebers

Bang Chan

☁️ Missing Wolf by @baby-yongbok ❤️

⛈️🫂 Start Over by @skzstannie ❤️‍🩹

🔁🫂 Picture Perfect by @bchan95 ❤️

🌹☁️🎤 Don't Touch by @prettiestboyev ❤️

☁️🔥 Let Me In Your Ocean by @skzms 💜

☁️ Secretly Dating Chan by @charmerchannie ❤️

Lee Know (Minho)

🔁🫂 Cold by @jinhyun ❤️

☁️ Finding Minho's Missing Cat by @charmerchannie 🧡

Seo Changbin

☁️ Changbin "Subtly" Pines Over You by @lixie-phoria 🩵

Hwang Hyunjin

⛈️ The Other Woman by @slutforleeminho 💔

☁️ Drunk Confessing to Hyunjin (Part 2) by @jinhyun 💜

Han Jisung

☁️🔥 Catfish...? by @seungminheart 🧡

Lee Felix

☁️ Subtext by @forlix 🩵

☁️ Suprising Felix on His Birthday by @stayteezdreams ❤️

Yang Jeongin (I.N.)

☁️ I.N. "Subtly" Pines Over You by @lixie-phoria 🩵

Multi

🔥 Loser Has To Share [OT8] by @luvyeni 🩵

☁️ Threatening Their SKZoo [Chan, Felix, and Minho] by @secretsecretbunny ❤️

[therandompagesblog]

SKZ Pack: Cast and Roles

Name: Christopher Chahn Bang Role: Pack Alpha of Straykids Pack nicknames: Chris, Alpha, Chan, Channie, Hyung, Baby Description: Chris is the pack alpha of the Straykids pack who resides in Wolfgang territory that borders Moonwood Mill. Chris is a headstrong determined leader that has built up a reputation for being one of the most dangerous werewolf packs across the universe. His pack are known for their obscure werewolf traditionalist beliefs, especially when it comes to their views on omegas. Overall he is a high-ranked Alpha and no one dares to challenge him.

Name: Minho Lee Role: First Beta, Pack Chef Pack nicknames: Min, Minho, Asshole, Beta, Devil, Alpha, Jagi Description: Minho is a hard werewolf to read. He lacks a lot of trust, which fuels his anger and hatred towards new people. Minho doesn't care about people easily and can come across as incredibly evasive and sometimes blunt. Some of the pack believe it is due to his alpha/beta complex. Overall when it comes down to it he is the one everyone trusts to handle or deal with things, because deep down he has your back.

Name: Changbin SEO Role: Beta, Pack Defense Pack Nicknames: Changbin, Bin, Binnie, SEO CHANGBIN, Description: Changbin is the pack defence leader known for his agile fighting skills. He's light and quick on his feet making it easy for him to close in on a target. Other than his fighting skills he is incredibly big-hearted and loves to comfort his pack mates. Overall he is a gentle giant.

Name: Hyunjin Hwang Role: Second Alpha, Pack torturer and interrogator Pack nicknames: Hyunjin, Angel, Devil, My Alpha, Jinnie Description: Hyunjin is another challenging pack member with a dark past. He is the most closed off but all round the most respective pack mate. He is rather calculating and loves to intimidate but may change when you get to know him. Overall, he is the most misunderstood werewolf. He is so morally grey.

Name: Jisung Han Role: Beta, pack defence and hunter Pack nicknames: Jisung, Beta, Jisungie, Baby, Description: Jisung is the most carefree werewolf who loves to live in the outdoors when he is not with his pack members. He is a sleep in the woods kind of guy. Jisung spends most of his nights hunting for raw meat to give to Minho. Overall he is incredibly laid back until put under pressure.

Name: Felix Lee Role: Beta, Pack medic Pack nicknames: Felix, beta, Lixie, baby, Angel Description: Felix is the purest werewolf in the pack and is often the most naïve out of the other werewolves. He wears his heart on his sleeve and often submits to people when he shouldn't. He does have omega tendencies which can affect the other members. Overall he is a loving man who needs someone to put him on the right path.

Name: Seungmin Kim Role: Beta, Pack torturer and interrogator Pack nicknames: Seungmin, Minnie, Little Shit, Angry Puppy, Jagi Description: Seungmin is the last beta to join Straykids. He often appears quiet and aloof but is actually calculating your moves. He can be incredibly lazy but acts when he needs to. Overall he can be incredibly caring and does put others before him.

Name: Jeongin Yang Role: Alpha, pack hunter Pack nicknames: Jeongin, innie, baby, little alpha, alpha Description: Jeongin is the last alpha and the youngest. He is still rather new to the werewolf world and has only recently phased so he does find things a struggle for him. Once he gets used to his role he can become quite protective and defensive of his pack. Overall he is the most alert werewolf and can think quite quickly.

Name: Y/N L/N Role: Omega, Pack Mate Pack nicknames: Y/N, baby, angel, puppy, little omega, omega, kitten, princess, babe, little wolf, little minx... Description: Y/N is a very nervous werewolf who has been succumbed to mistreatment of wolves. She doesn't trust easily and has a dark past. She can be often defiant and a little bit obnoxious but has an incredibly big heart. Overall she is the best omega.

[dazed--xx]

Stray Kids Masterlist

Key: (A)- Angst| (F)- Fluff |(🔞)-mature or smut| (⚠️)- Trigger warning| 📱-SMAU!| ❌-Angsty fake texts | (C)-Crack/humor | ?- not sure what this shit is

OT8:

Reactions

⚠️Break up: ⚠️

Hyung Line

Maknae Line

Make up:

Hyung line

Maknae Line

Hyunjin, Jisung, Jeongin

⚠️S/O has Childhood trauma ⚠️

Hyung line

Maknae Line

⚠️Member Hurts the reader⚠️

Hyung Line. Part 2

Maknae line. Part 2

📱Fake Texts📱

❌ExFWB! SKZ is embarrassed of you ❌

Hyung line

Maknae line

❌He Calls you Clingy❌

Hyung Line Part 2 Part 3

Maknae Line Part 2 Part 3

❌It was all a bet❌

Hyung Line Part 2

Maknae Line Part 2

❌The Anti-Confession❌

Hyung Line

Maknae Line

AUs:

Cardinal: Coming soon…

⚠️HeartBreak Playlist⚠️

Bang Chan:

AUs:

Rewriting Destiny: (A)(⚠️)(F) teaser 1

Fake Texts:

Break up: (A) Part 2: (A)

He Rejects You: (A)

Showing up with his ex!: (A)

Lee Minho:

AUs:

Coming soon

Fake Texts:

Break Up: (A)

Make Up: (A) (F)

Parents don’t approve: (A)

Showing up with his ex: (A)

Seo Changbin:

AUs:

coming soon

Fake Texts

Break Up: (A)

Make Up: (A) (F)

Parents don’t approve: (A)

Showing Up with his Ex: (A)

Hwang Hyunjin:

AUs:

Breathless: (A)(🔞)(F) TW! 2 (Alt. Ending) 

Amorous Play : (📱)(🔞)(A)(F)

When Hearts Collide: (A)(F)(📱)

Fake Texts:

Break Up: (A)

Make Up: (A)(F?)

Shows up with his ex: (A?)

Break up with Tsundere Bf: (A)

He Rejects you: (A?) (C?)

Han Jisung:

AUs:

coming soon

Fake Texts:

Break Up: (A). Part 2: (A)

Breaking up with Tsundere Bf: (A)

Showing up with his ex!: (A)

He Rejects you: (A)(C?)

Lee Felix:

AUs:

One more time

Fake Texts:

Break Up: (A)

Make Up: (A)(F?)

Shows up with his ex: (A)

He Rejects you: (A)

Breaking up with Tsundere Bf: (A)

Kim Seungmin:

AUs:

coming soon

Fake Texts:

Break Up: (A) Part 2: (A)

He rejects you :(A)

Breaking Up with Tsundere Bf:(A)

Showing Up with his ex:(A)

Yang Jeongin:

AUs:

Unraveling Hearts: (A)

Fake Texts:

Break Up: (A) Part 2: (A)

Break up with Tsundere Bf: (A)

Showing up with his ex: (A)

[helianthus21]

Deserved winner🥳

[jubileesstuff]

Jang Han Seo: I WOULD DESTROY THE WORLD FOR YOU!

Vincenzo: Okay, can you do the dishes?

Jang Han Seo: No!

[gnabnahc317cb97]

Fake text/SMAUs

Bang Chan-

Chan gets ghosted

Trading gym photos

He texts asking 'what are we?'

Secretly dating

Bestie asks you how he looks

You text the wrong number

He wants you back

Texting your bff a sexy pic

You text a stranger

His Instagram update

You see him in glasses

Daddy's good girl

Lee Minho-

Drunk texting during a fight

He has a crush

You tell him you can't have kids

You relapse

Bestie asks you how he looks

He confesses

Texting your bff a sexy pic

You're sick

Seo Changbin-

Brother's best friend

Trading gym photos

Reader has a crush

He confesses

Hwang Hyunjin-

Brother's best friend

You were a bet

Texting your bff a sexy pic

He forgets your birthday

Han Jisung-

He calls you jealous

Sexting

Your father doesn't approve

Brother's friend

He accidentally texts you a spicy video

You send him a fan edit

Lee Felix-

You tell him a secret

You relapse

Kim seungmin

Reader has a crush

You're a virgin

You relapse

You were a bet

You text the wrong number

Texting your bff a sexy pic

You're 'roasting' him

Yang Jeongin-

You text asking 'what are we?'

You relapse

You were a bet

OT8-

SKZ Confronting Chan in your group chat

Texting your FWB that you're pregnant

Why didn't you kiss me

Hyung line/Maknae line

Asking what it feels like to be inside you

Texting SKZ a lingerie pic when they're on schedule

Texting SKZ 'this you?'

Texting SKZ 'thanks daddy'

Flirting with bff gets a little too serious

Texting SKZ 'will you be my sugar daddy?'

Texting SKZ when you have a snack emergency

Hyung line/Maknae line

Texting the group chat making a fat joke about yourself

They accidentally hurt you

Texting SKZ outfit approval for a date and they confess

Hyung line/Maknae line

Texting SKZ SOS on a bad date

He tells you to behave

You text the wrong group chat

Fruit snacks (paboracha)

You send unhinged memes

He sends unhinged memes

You're overworked

You text him 'I think we should break up'

Horny ass fucking texts

Hyung line/Maknae line

Cucking (Bang Chan/Jeongin)

[beesspacedotorg]

han jisung boob sucker

hello anon. thank you for the request. please don't be upset about the liberties I took.

notes for porn. and uhm. well. I don't want to spoil it. so. ft. han jisung and seo changbin

When you walk into your room, you’re greeted with the sight of Changbin topless. This isn’t an unwelcome sight, it never is when your Changbin is built the way he is. Muscles strong from years of dedication to working out and his body, yet still soft, because he doesn’t sacrifice simple pleasures to maintain his look. His ethics in regard to his body and physical and mental health is something that inspires you everyday. It’s also very nice to see all of that in person, and even nicer to get your hands on.

It’s nice to see him without his shirt, the shock though, is what he has in his lap. Resting in his lap, mouth suctioned to one of your boyfriend’s perfect tits is Han Jisung. You set your stuff down and close the door softly. You’re leaning onto the bed when Changbin finally notices you.

“Oh, yeobo. Hi.” He sounds out of breath and his eyes are glassy with pleasure, and at the sound of his voice Jisung pulls off to look at you.

“Hi.” He’s out of breath too, and you wonder how long they’ve been at it. Long enough for both of them to have wet patches on the front of their boxers, but that’s not saying much as Jisung leaks like a faucet and your Changbin is easy to work up.

“Hi, boys. Is this what you two get up to while I’m at work?” You sit with your back against the headboard, getting comfortable. It’s not long before Changbin is touching you where he can, always unable to keep his hands off of you.

“Only sometimes,” Jisung says, and Changbin frowns at him and punches his shoulder.

“Yah! Can you keep your mouth shut for two seconds?” He’s shy about this, despite your saying that you don’t mind what he does with his members, as long as he comes home to you. Jisung smiles crookedly at you before opening his mouth again.

“Yesterday, I heard Changbinnie and Lino hyung in the dorms-” Changbin roughly shoves his palm against Jisung’s mouth. You laugh at the two of them.

They’re both still hard, despite your interruption and their playful bickering, and your eyes are drawn Changbin’s chest. His nipples are swollen, and he’s got hickeys forming in the rough shape of a dick that you’re certain Jisung did without Changbin noticing. Jisung is bitey today, and it shows in the teeth marks that litter your boy’s tits. You hum and trace one, and huff a laugh at the way Changbin’s breath hitches. Jisung hits your hand with his head like a cat, not wanting to be left out, and you grab a fistful of his hair and drag him back onto Changbin’s boobs.

You feel one of them try to reach under your shirt to get at your chest too, and you bat their hands away.

“Don’t let me interrupt. Continue what you were going to do before I got here.” Changbin whines at you.

“Wait, I want-” you tut.

“Don’t get greedy, Changbinnie. Take what Jisungie is giving you and maybe you’ll get me later.” Jisung perks up at that.

“Me too?” You roll your eyes at him.

“Maybe.”

“Please? I give great head! Ask Changbin! Let me-” You place your hand on his forehead to stop his journey towards you, redirecting him.

“You won’t get anything later if you don’t listen to me now.” He huffs and returns his mouth to Changbin’s chest, glaring at you before he gets sufficiently distracted and closes his eyes. He’s got Changbin on his back, and you watch as he starts to grind himself against one of Changbin’s thick thighs. You know from experience that it feels like heaven, especially when Changbin is squirming around the way he is now.

His nipples are sensitive, and you’ve made him cum just from those alone. It looks like he’s halfway there now, pouty lips parted with soft moans escaping him. He’s got his hands tangled in Jisung’s hair, and you’re sure he must be pulling painfully, but you’re equally as sure that Jisung likes it.

“You look so pretty like this, Changbinnie. You like it when Hanji sucks on your tits? Hmm?” He moans. “Yeah? Is that why you made ‘em so big? So people couldn’t help but want them in their mouths?” You know that Changbin likes the way you’re talking to him, but you also know that when he’s worked up like this, a lot of it goes in one ear and out the other, so you turn your attention just slightly over to Jisung instead. That, and, you can see a pout forming the longer Jisung doesn’t have your attention on him.

“Jiji, you having fun?” He nods. “Yeah? Is that why you’re fucking yourself on Changbinnie like that?” He stills. “Did you think I didn't notice?” He moves to pull off, to defend himself from your icy stare, probably. You shove his head back down.

“Did I say you could stop?” His hips start hesitantly moving again and the longer you stare at him the faster his hips move.

You can tell when your Changbin is close, and judging by his noises, you can tell that Jisung is close, too. You’re struck with the sudden urge to kiss Changbin. He looks so good like this, hair fluffy from the way he’s wiggling his head on the pillows, mouth open, and the noises he’s letting out are loud. You almost don’t want to kiss him, not wanting to risk silencing those pretty whines, but you’re only human, so you lean forward to kiss him anyway.

You reach a hand forward to cup Jisung’s face, so he won’t whine at you, and it ends up tangling with Changbin’s. You aren’t surprised when Changbin’s head tilts back and he lets out a longer louder moan as he cums in his underwear, but you are surprised when Changbin’s release triggers Jisung’s.

They both look beautiful when the cum, and their voices both get high and whiny. You giggle to yourself because despite how similar they sound, Jisung still manages to sound slightly pathetic.

They’re panting, Jisung’s forehead smushed between Changbin’s tits before he turns to look towards you.

“So. Can I give you head or what?” Changbin takes the liberty of smacking him for you