#Hanjisung

[strayflowersstarsandlove]

Baby daddy!skz vs your baby bump pics 💓💌

🖤hyung line🖤

🖤maknae line🖤

[skzandkpop]

Minho in his sugar daddy era 💸💰💳 24.08.23

[yaniiiiism]

nerd. -l.mh ✿ !

pairing : lee minho x fem!reader

info : short fic , oneshot , adult au , humor , fluff , slightly rushed , drabble ?

persona : minho as his usual self ; play-mean , teasing , sassy , flirty , sarcastic , playful , cat daddy, simp , member of skz x fem!reader as a nerdy , sassy , sarcastic , has bangs and glasses , girlie who loves producing + writing + reading, being his best friend since childhood.

word count : 1310

warnings : none but minho is so omg im giggling

notes at the end ! ♡︎

Minho leaned back on the couch in the dimly lit recording studio, his eyes half lidded with a mix of exhaustion and contentment. It was— well, past midnight. But the studio was still buzzing with eternal life, the faint sound of taps and muted rustle of paper filling the air.

And on the chair, writing in front of him, sat her, her fingers deftly gliding over her laptop keyboard as she worked on arranging of a track they’d been working on all day. She was— oh so, in her element, completely soaked in her work; her glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, bangs slightly disheveled from hours of concentration. But Minho? That man could not help but smile at the sight.

She had always been like this, ever since they were as young as elementary kids. While the other students in middle school were busy gaming and gossiping about who-knows-what, she was rather lost in her own little world of melodies and papers. Always been the academic weapon, she devoured literature as if they were going out of style. It was, so, endearing, the way she immersed herself in music, spending countless hours reading and writing, producing and perfecting. 

Nerd, you say?

Then you’re so correct. Minho was constantly teasing her about it back in middle school, calling her a "nerd" whenever she carried a stack of music theory books that was nearly half her height. But there definitely was something about the way she looked with those oversized glasses, her bangs framing her face, her intense focus on whatever she was working on—it was impossibly adorable, and it made his heart flutter more than he cared to admit. 

The way his eyes twinkled whenever she spoke. The way he caught himself staring at her lips a tiny bit longer than ever. Boy, was he down bad.

“Still tweaking that bridge?” Minho’s voice broke the silence. “If you keep obsessing over it, you’re going to burn a literal hole through your screen.”

She glanced up, rolling her eyes but failing to suppress a tiny smile. 

“I’m not obsessing. I’m refining. There’s a difference.”

“Uh-huh. Refining.” Minho drawled, leaning on the armrest of the couch, resting his head on his hands from the side, as he watched her. “You’re still the same nerd from middle school— you know? If not, prettier.”

“Better a ‘pretty’ nerd than a slacker,” She shot back, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose with a finger, a simple action that made his chest tighten with internal giggles. “At least I’m not the one who had to ask for help with his choreography last week.”

Minho winced at the reminder. “Please, I was just... creatively blocked.”

“Right.” A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, her left dimple in clear view. “And who helped you out of that ‘creative block’? Oh, that’s right— me!”

He huffed, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah, you’re the genius here. Happy?”

Minho watched her for a moment longer, his heart pounding a little harder than usual. 

The pair had grown up together, shared countless memories, and been there for each other through every awkward, confusing stage of life. But somewhere along the line, his feelings for her had deepened, evolved into something more than just friendship. And the fact that the other members knew about it, in such a short span of time—and teased him relentlessly for it—didn’t help that at all.

“You know,” He began, trying to sound casual, “the guys think I’m head over heels for you.”

She snorted, her gaze still fixed at her prized MacBook. “Delusional enough? Bet they’re just sulky over all the rumours, honestly.” She teased, chuckling softly. “They’ve also probably been teasing you endlessly, haven’t they?”

He groaned. “You have no idea. They won’t let me live it down. They say I get all starry-eyed whenever you’re around.”

“Do you?” She finally looked up, a glint in her eyes. “Get all starry-eyed, I mean?”

His grin faltered, and he felt a slight panic rising in his chest. This was dangerous territory, the kind where a careless word or a slip of the tongue could reveal far more than he was ready to admit. 

He cleared his throat, trying to maintain his usual cool demeanour. “Maybe I do..?” He immediately shook it off. “Nah, I don’t. Like you said— they’re just delusional. But.. you are kinda mesmerising when you’re in your zone, actually.”

She laughed, a light, melodic sound that sent warmth spreading through his chest. “Well, if that’s the case, then I’m flattered, Lee Know.”

He rolled his eyes in utmost sass, at the use of his stage name but didn’t protest. He was about to retort with something equally teasing when the door to the studio burst open, revealing the infamous insomniacs; Chan, Felix, and Jisung stumbling in, their grins wide and eyes twinkling with nothing but teasing.

“Minho hyung!” Jisung sing-songed, dragging out the last syllable as he waltzed over to the couch, plopping down beside him. “What’s this we hear about you being all googly-eyed over her again?”

Minho groaned, slumping back in his seat. “Eavesdropping now, are we?”

“Only when it’s entertaining,” Felix chimed in, leaning against the wall with a grin that screamed trouble. “And watching you get all flustered around her is very top-tier entertainment— almost like a drama—  no, better!”

“Lix,” She sighed, her tone exasperated but affectionate. “Do you guys have nothing better to do?”

Chan, always the voice of reason, held up his hands in mock surrender. “We were just passing by and couldn’t resist. Besides, we have to make sure Minho doesn’t mess things up with his childhood sweetheart, y’know?”

Minho shot him a withering glare. “I hate you all.”

“Mmm, liar, you love us,” Jisung quipped, nudging Minho with his elbow. “Almost as much as you love her.”

Minho’s face burned at that, and he tried to stammer out a response, but she beat him to it, her voice laced with amusement. 

“Alright, alright, that’s enough. Let the poor guy breathe.”

Chan, Felix, and Han exchanged glances before erupting into laughter, clearly enjoying his cute discomfort. But they took pity on Minho, retreating with exaggerated bows and blown kisses before filing out of the room, leaving him alone with her once more.

There was a brief silence after they left, and Minho could feel the weight of her gaze on him. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, knowing he’d never hear the end of this from the guys later.

She chuckled lightly, making literal pigs run around his unbearable heart. That— oh fuck, that little laugh. It made him go just a little too— nuts?

“Classic skz,” She said, a smile escaping her pretty lips.

“Don’t worry— if it’s like— uncomfortable, i’ll just go and let them know. You know it’s all fun—“

She smiled, a small, genuine smile that sent his heart soaring. “Min, it’s fine, really.” 

“But are they wrong though?”

He raised an eyebrow, his heart slightly racing quicker. “W-wrong?” That head-over-heels motherfucker just stuttered. How did it even escape his lips? 

He composed his posture, clearing his throat, “I mean— about— what?”

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the realization hanging in the air between them like a fragile thread. Then, slowly, Minho reached out, his hand hovering over hers before gently taking it.

And they made eye contact. Her eyes searching his brown ones; while that man’s gaze turned all heart-eyed. Get a grip, Minho, will you?

But his heart was not stopping, nope.

“What would you say if—” He began,

Only to be interrupted.

By her.

By her— soft lips embracing his in a gentle yet deep, kiss.

After a long minute— they pull away; breaths heavy and skin crimson.

“Holy fuck those pretty lips taste sweeter than I expected.”

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｡ﾟ✿ author's note !

IM BACK UEDJWNFBKWQKEWEWKEDWKWNEKN plz i love minho sm its concerning + NERDS.

plz lmk if yall liked it - im very open to feedback <3

i also have a looot of other drafts which ill post soon.. theyre all skz ㅠㅠ

WELL then thank you for reading, i appreciate it ! ✮

[skz-streamer]

2023 VMA's

<- BACK TO MASTERLIST

<- EVENTS TAB

Pairing: ot8 (skz) x fem!reader (9th member)

Genre: Fluff?, Crack? Idol Au

Warnings: suggestive kinda, a small mention of nudity with some outfits.

Notes: When I was watching the VMA's I KNEW I AHD TO DO SOMETHING. sooo here it is :) I realized I forgot to add their interview in here but whatever, also thing is literally all based off of Bongos because of their reactions to that performance LORDDD FUNNY AS HELL. so yea... im also insanely obsessed with them...

Summary: 2023 VMA's turned out to be a little funnier then you thought they would be.

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately face claims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

Word count ~1.8k ;)

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As the van pulled up to the annual 2023 VMA's, the excitement among you and your fellow members of Stray Kids was palpable. This was a momentous occasion, the first time the group had the privilege of attending the prestigious awards show. The energy in the vehicle was infectious, a mix of nervous anticipation and uncontainable joy.

Inside the van, you couldn't help but admire the transformation of your fellow members. They were all dressed to the nines, their stylish suits and glamorous ensembles adding to the aura of excitement that filled the air. Hyunjin, in particular, had undergone a striking change for the occasion. He sported a fresh undercut, a hairstyle he had been yearning to try for a long time. The change suited him perfectly, adding to his already striking appearance.

As the only female member of Stray Kids, you knew that all eyes would be on you, so you had taken extra care with your outfit. You were dressed in a stunning Lapel blazer top button slit skirt set, which you had carefully chosen for the occasion. The top was a sleek black with slightly puffed-out shoulders, a V-neck with a stylish collar, and two buttons at the bottom. It exuded confidence and sophistication. The skirt, on the other hand, was a bit more daring. It hugged your body tightly, emphasizing your curves. It featured a daring slit that ran from the middle of your thigh down to your ankles.

Your choice of outfit had raised some eyebrows, with both the stylists and some of the boys expressing concern that it might be showing too much skin. However, you were quick to defend your choice, reminding them that VMA fashion was all about pushing boundaries and making bold statements. Growing up in the United States, you had been a dedicated fan of the VMA's for as long as you could remember. You had spent years watching the show, voting online, and dreaming of the day when you would be a part of it. Now, that dream had become a reality, and you were determined to make a memorable entrance.

As the van rolled towards the VMA venue, the nervous tension among you and the boys was prominent. Small talk filled the air, a feeble attempt to ease the apprehension that gripped each of you. It was clear that this was a significant moment, one filled with both excitement and trepidation.

You could sense the jitters in the van, a stark contrast to the exuberance that had filled it earlier. The boys were fidgeting, adjusting their suits, and stealing glances at each other. You, too, had thought that stepping onto the pink carpet would dissolve your nervousness, but as the van pulled up and the doors swung open, you were greeted by a frenzy of flashing cameras and enthusiastic shouts.

Cameras flashed from every direction, capturing your every move. The carpet was a vibrant sea of celebrities, some of whom you had admired for years. Your heart raced as you recognized familiar faces, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of fangirling yourself. The sheer star power in the vicinity was overwhelming.

As you walked through the barricades and onto the pink carpet, you were swiftly directed to your designated spot, and the command to smile was given. Your outfit, though daring, suddenly seemed rather modest compared to some of the ensembles on display. Megan's netted, see-through dress and Cardi's low-cut attire were enough to make anyone do a double-take. The boys' jaws nearly hit the ground, especially when Jeongin accidentally bumped into Doja Cat, who was rocking an absolute see-through dress.

Jeongin stammered an apology, and Doja Cat simply smiled and continued on her way. The boys' expressions were priceless, a mixture of shock, amazement, and perhaps a touch of embarrassment. You couldn't help but at their shared amused look, one that communicated, "Did you see her outfit?!"

You didn't need words to convey your thoughts; you your raised eyebrow and rolled your eyes, the boys interpreting it as an “I told you so virgins”, one of your most used lines. The boys understood, and though they didn't say it out loud, their sheepish grins and laughter betrayed their astonishment. Clearly, they were not entirely prepared for the bold fashion choices that often graced the VMA pink carpet.

As you made your way inside the building and found your seats, you realized that you weren't in the front row, but you were still pretty close to the stage. The excitement continued to build within you as you looked around at the familiar faces in the audience. Growing up watching these artists and admiring their work, you couldn't wait for the performances to begin. The nerves from earlier had started to fade, replaced by a sense of anticipation and wonder.

The atmosphere inside the VMA venue was electric as you and the boys chatted excitedly before the performances began. You took the opportunity to introduce some of the artists to them, explaining their music and significance. While most of the artists were already familiar to the boys, you could tell they were particularly excited about Demi Lovato's performance. It wasn't a surprise, given that you had caught them listening to their music in the practice room on multiple occasions, either vibing or dancing.

You, on the other hand, were eagerly anticipating the performances by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion. Their recent collaboration on the song "Bongos" had become one of your favorites, and you couldn't wait to see if they would perform it live. You had a feeling it would be a showstopper.

The show began with NLE Choppa and Nelly, delivering a bold and energetic opening performance. The boys were starting to get into the groove of the VMA's, and you couldn't help but chuckle at some of their flustered moments during the performance, especially when there was some intense "ass-shaking" involved. It was undoubtedly a cultural difference they were experiencing.

As the night continued, you watched Olivia Rodrigo's performance, knowing that Felix was a fan of hers. You couldn't help but notice the reactions of your members to her high notes, particularly Han's expression of awe.

Then came the moment you had been waiting for—Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion's performance of "Bongos." You knew that the boys were in for a surprise, especially with the explicit lyrics and slang used by the two artists. You were sitting next to Changbin, who seemed engrossed, a smirk playing on his lips. You were equally captivated by the performance, and you and Han matched each other's energy as you sang along to the lyrics. You were well-versed in the song, so you had no qualms about singing the explicit parts.

The boys' reactions were priceless. Felix and Chan, who were fluent in English, appeared somewhat surprised by the lyrics, but they couldn't look away from the mesmerizing performance. Jeongin's mouth hung open, and Hyunjin and Changbin were engrossed in a hushed conversation, probably trying to decipher some of the slang. It got so loud that toward the end, both Changbin and Hyunjin turned to face the wall, clearly flustered.

You couldn't resist teasing them, tapping their shoulders and playfully saying, "You don't gotta look away; their sexiness is part of the whole performance. It's the whole point." Your giggle and their embarrassed reactions were amusing.

Seungmin and Minho, although harder to see from your vantage point, likely had similar reactions. The whole scene was a mix of awe and embarrassment, and you couldn't help but laugh heartily at their expense.

The performance concluded with everyone turning back, their faces flushed red. You continued to chuckle and pat them on the shoulders, thoroughly entertained by their reactions. Han was right there with you, and the two of you had a blast throughout the entire performance.

When Demi Lovato took the stage, the boys went wild, fanboying over their incredible talent. It was a joy to witness their enthusiasm.

Later in the evening, awards were announced, and you and the boys engaged in random conversations. Your ears perked up when they discussed K-pop awards, and you paid close attention. You knew that TXT was also nominated and set to perform, so there was an element of nervousness in the air.

Then came the moment you least expected—they announced Stray Kids as the winners! It was your group! The shock initially left you in a daze, and you stumbled slightly on your way to the stage, but Changbin caught you, saving you from a potentially embarrassing fall.

Walking onto the stage with your fellow members, your mind felt fuzzy. Was this real? Chan and Felix took a few words, expressing gratitude and excitement. You chipped in with your thanks here and there, the elation clear in your voice.

----- Backstage

The anticipation backstage was palpable as your performance was up next. You couldn't contain your excitement, even though you had initially pitched a mashup of songs that you believed would be iconic. You had suggested blending "Hall of Fame," "S-Class," and "Super Bowl" into a medley, envisioning a performance that would leave a lasting impression. The combination of "Hall of Fame's" grandeur, the seductive whispers of "Super Bowl," and the catchy vibes of "S-Class" seemed like a recipe for an unforgettable show. However, it seemed that your idea had been outvoted, and the group settled on a remix instead.

Nonetheless, you were determined to give it your all. Backstage, you and your fellow Stray Kids members exchanged reassuring glances, a silent reminder that you were a team and that you had prepared for this moment together.

As you stepped onto the stage, the spotlight illuminated you, and the nerves threatened to shake you. Your heart pounded, but you focused on the task at hand. You were dressed in a short top with gold buttons, paired with shorts, and an undershirt with a yellow print that matched Han's outfit. The stage lights were blinding, but you pushed through the nerves.

The music started, and you gave it your all. Singing loudly and pouring all your energy into your dance moves, you felt the adrenaline rush through your veins. The crowd's cheers and screams were deafening, and that only fueled your determination. The energy in the venue was incredible, and it was a testament to the love and support of your fans.

As the performance reached its climax, you executed the choreography flawlessly, ending with a dramatic head tilt before turning your back to the audience. You were out of breath but exhilarated. It was a performance to remember, and the applause and cheers from the audience were music to your ears.

You resisted the urge to turn around and gauge the audience's reactions. Instead, you noticed Seungmin doing the same. Smiles exchanged between the two of you, a shared moment of pride and satisfaction. You both walked off the stage with the rest of the boys, following the well-rehearsed exit routine.

Despite the exhaustion, you felt a sense of accomplishment and euphoria. The performance had been tiring, but it had been worth it. The rush of being on stage, sharing your music with the world, and feeling the love from your fans was an experience like no other. You couldn't help but love every moment of it. The car ride home was gonna be fun.

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[skzimagines]

Hide & Seek

“What are you doing? You can’t hide here!” I whisper-shout, trying to push Minho out of the closet I am currently taking shelter in.

Being in our 20’s and playing hide and seek, from the outside… it looks absolutely ridiculous, but to all of us.. it was just another way to bypass time.

“What do you mean? You can’t just take ownership over a friken closet.” He says, pushing my hand away and shutting the door. Its pitch black and the only sound heard is our slow breathing. “If I get found, I’m going to kill you.” I whisper. “You wouldn’t,” he states. “Oh.. yes I would.”

“You want nothing more than to be alone with me y/n.. I’m not dumb.” He says. My heart sinks at his words. I’m thanking the gods above that we cannot see each other, or he would be making fun of the redness appearing on my face. “Don’t think so highly of yourself Minho.” I spit back. He lets out a low chuckle. “Even in the dark, you suck at lying.” He states. “You’re the absolute worst, do you know that? Why must you be so insufferable… all of the time! Don’t you ever get sick of being sarcastic constant-” My rant is silenced by Minhos hand covering my mouth. “Quiet, they’re right outside the door.” He whispers, so close to my ear I swear I feel his lips graze my lobe. Goosebumps form on my skin at the feeling. His hand is still gently placed over my mouth.

Through the crack of the door I heard footsteps and the dark shadow of Changbin pass by the crack of the door, who’s been chosen to be the seeker throughout half of the game. “Are you done complaining about me now?” Minho whispers into my ear once again. The feeling of his soft, slim fingers lightly clasped around my mouth, and the feeling of his chest pressed against my shoulder is enough to send me into a firing pit of euphoria. I nod my head slowly. His hand moves from my mouth, dropping down to my knee, where it rests. His touch is so gentle.

“Don’t make a sound.” His thumb rubs circles slowly, making his way up my thigh, giving it a light squeeze. “I see the way you look at me… all that love in your eyes y/n…” My heart races as his hand leaves my thigh and rests on my cheek. He gently presses, moving my face towards his. “Do you see the way I look at you?” He asks. My words are caught in my throat, it’s gone completely dry at this point. My nerves have left my body completely. “Do you know how much I want you?” His face inches close to mine. His thumb rubs small circles on my cheek.

“Cat got your tongue?” He smirks, bringing his face closer to mine, not taking his eyes off of my lips. I slowly move mine toward him.

Our lips just barely touch, before the closet door slams open. “Found you!” Changbin yells with a laugh. Minho and I quickly pull away, each of us letting out a nervous laugh. “Come on, gotta find the others still!” Changbin says excitedly, jogging through the rest of the house.

“We’re not finished with this conversation..” Minho whispers before catching up with Changbin.

[junhannies]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ao3 minsung fic recs

hi hii! here are some of my favorite minsung fics from ao3, i wanted to keep them as a list + share them with you <3 since you can see the tags by clicking the links i won’t categorize them deeply here!

the blue ones are honorable mentions since they are my all time favorites, links are under the cut!

ᡣ𐭩 what if we bought matching turtle shaped mood rings at the aquarium and we were both boys | fwb, virgin hjs, mutual pining, weird lmh

ᡣ𐭩 hoodie season | friends to lovers, straight han jisung, smut

ᡣ𐭩 the sweet salt of peaches | food sex, friends to lovers, cmbyn inspired

ᡣ𐭩 la la lost you | angst w happy ending, friends to lovers, long distance

ᡣ𐭩 until we get there | nerd hjs, dancer lmh, strangers to lovers, virgin hjs, developing relationship

ᡣ𐭩 hands-on learning | tutor lmh, straight hjs, friends to lovers

ᡣ𐭩 the one for me | best friends brother, top hjs, bottom lmh

ᡣ𐭩 don’t blame me | vampire hjs, hunter lmh, enemies to lovers

ᡣ𐭩 we're at the beginning | roommates, friends to lovers, smut

ᡣ𐭩 dancing amongst the flames | ballet lmh, skater hjs

ᡣ𐭩 light me up | childhood friends to lovers, bugs

ᡣ𐭩 seven years | friends to lovers

ᡣ𐭩 so darling, come on in (the water’s fine) | merman minho, human jisung, 5+1

ᡣ𐭩 everything changed (and nothing changed at all) | best friends to lovers, idiots in love, loss of virginity

i hope you enjoy them!! lmk if you want more of these 🩵

[minsungrecrd]

The way Han pulls Lee Knows to him

Aww 🥹

SOURCE

[strayklds]

when the ending fairy embarrassment hits

[fcknmetall]

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ᡣ 𓈒⋅ ⩊ ⋅𓈒ྀིა ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

[dotaeisms]

𝙨𝙠𝙯 𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 ☆ (𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦) ☆

song recommendation: ‘my universe’ (seungmin & i.n) (feat. changbin) ♪

an; omg! thank you all so much for the support on the hyung line ones !! now, prepare for the cutie maknae line <3

📂; bolds are a summary, use of pet names (sprout, sugar, puppy, peach), use of the word dada (x1), a bit of crack in seungmins, pure fluff other than that, barking at people T-T, thats all i can think of. 

𝙟𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜

< 🐿️ > HAN;

CHAOS DAD

definitely makes pillow forts and has pillow fights.

‘good night sprout, i love you so much!’ 

movie night sundays :(

sits the kid on his lap and cradles them, all while watching a silly cartoon movie that both of them enjoy, probably the lego movie or something.

his child would be the brightest light of his life, enough said

constantly talks about them, nothing but praise, just thinks they are perfect in all ways.

writes every single song about them, just finds one thing to compare in every lyric.

lullaby king.

sings them to sleep every night, and will stay at their side until they fall asleep.

he always, ALWAYS, tries to see himself in the kiddo, whether it be through looks or personality, it finds comfort knowing he put effort into raising a fragile human life. 

< 🐥 > FELIX;

thinking about this makes me SO SAD.

baking cookies together :(

‘you alright sugar? good, make sure you don’t spill the milk ok? be careful.’

his mini assistant in pouring, measuring and every step in the process.

if his child had freckles, he would make sure to count them, making a note of each one as they fall asleep in his arms.

if felix is sunshine, his child is a brighter ray of sunshine.

always speaks highly of his child, nothing but endless praise, as he loves them for who they are nonetheless, and it can turn into rambles, but that’s just how much he loves them.

GIRL SCOUT DAD (if he had a daughter).

the best field trip chaperone ever, gets immersed in the experience and makes it all the better.

plays video games with the kiddo in his lap, teaching them the controls and holding their hands to play with the controller. 

<🐶> SEUNGMIN;

the type of dad to affectionally call his kid, ‘dog’ or ‘puppy.’

‘aw yeah, i think this puppy here is ready for their nap.’

loves to play with the kids toys, like make the whole experience better for them.

‘playing pretend’ >>>> especially with seungmin.

similar to felix in the sense of a girl scout dad.

goes adventuring outside in the backyard, playing in the plants and whatnot.

after they get inside, bath-time! the lord of giving bubble baths. 

teaches his kiddo to bark at people, at first it was a joke until it got out of hand. 

‘see uncle jisung? yeah, bark at him.’ T-T

his kid would always try and run and hide from him, as if they were always playing, which makes them a handful in public spaces. 

but he plays it cool, the hide and seek king he is.

<🦊> JEONGIN;

HE’S SO CUTE AND TINY AUHFDBID

he randomly buys things because, ‘oh, this looks like them!’ and it’s literally like a plushie.

most caring dad ever.

king of playdates, he has a whole color coordinated calendar of events dedicated to his kiddo, along with sticky notes of drawings they made.

scent king, he wants his baby to smell good. 

fresh baby, lavender lotion, or the really good smelling lotion.

this whole scenario makes me have butterflies in my tummy :(

TUMMY KISSES 

he holds them up and just tickles them with silly little kisses to their tummy, and laughs along with them.

and then they fall asleep together, the sweet smells wafting together as they doze off. 

‘goodnight my peach, dada loves you.’

[hazeracha]

• // I need you // •

pairing // jisung x reader

summary // you are attending one of stray kids concerts when your boyfriend desperately needs you, he needs your comfort and of course you will always be there for him.

warning // fluff, anxiety, crying

wc: 2.1k

A/N I’m back kinda, I will try to update more life again had just been a mess aha but I will try to upload more regularly again I have many works on the go that are ready to post.

Today you we’re sitting front row centre stage. Admiring your beautiful boyfriend and his friends perform on stage in front of thousands of people.

They were in their element performing, and hearing the fan's screams and chants was always their favourite part of performing in front of a crowd.

You always enjoyed watching them perform, especially Han as you know how difficult it was for him to get here and overcome his fears. Anytime you attended a concert he always made sure you knew how much he appreciated it in different ways.

Such as waving at you or sending a wink in your direction, which always made the fans around you scream even louder. If that was even possible, and argue about who he was directing it towards.

Watching the boys perform was always amazing, but getting to tell them how much you enjoyed it and your favourite parts of their performance as you all sat backstage had to be your favourite.

However today's concert seemed a little different, Han wasn’t his usual self. To the fans, he seemed his normal energetic self putting on the performance of a lifetime. You knew he was nervous about this concert, but this was normal for him and all the boys. But once they were out on stage the nerves disappeared and it was just the eight of them together, the music and the fans.

But with how much the members were checking in on him and the deep breaths he was taking you could tell something was wrong.

As the boys finished one of their songs Han walked backstage. You knew they did this sometimes for a few minutes to cool down or take a breather and many other reasons, but still at the back of your mind too couldn’t help but think something was wrong.

You waited a few minutes for Han to return but when he didn’t you had to make sure he was alright. Without even thinking you made your way through the crowd and towards the hallways which led backstage. Just as you reached the door you felt your phone vibrate.

Three words. Three words, that's all it took to make your heart shatter.

Hannie 🐿️ : I need you…

Quickly showing your pass to the staff you made your way to the waiting room, where you assumed your boyfriend would be.

Opening the door slowly you saw Han sitting on one of the couches with his head in one hand and the other gripping his phone tightly. You could see your contact on his phone as if he was about to call you but just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Hey, what’s going on?” You kept your voice low as you approached him and took a seat beside his trembling body.

“What do you need me to do?” This was a question you always asked because sometimes he needs you to talk to him or touch him to distract himself. Other times he needs space and silence to collect his thoughts as he could become overwhelmed with everything going on around him.

“You, I just need you. I don’t know why I feel like this. I should be out there performing, Chan Hyung is going to be so mad at me” his voice was weak and trembling. But the more he spoke the more his mind was going into overdrive. You took his phone from his hand and set it on the table in front of you.

“That’s okay baby, you don’t need a reason to feel sad sometimes it just happens. You are probably just feeling a little overheated from the concert. As for Chan, he’s not going to be mad at you. He’ll understand. I’m going to get you a drink of water from the other room. I’m going to leave but I will be back in two seconds. Is that okay?” Han replied with a nod of his head.

You stood up placing a small kiss to the top of his head and making your way to the vending machine that was next door.

Two seconds, two seconds that’s how long you were gone for. But in those few seconds, Han’s condition changed dramatically. He was no longer crying, instead, his hands were shaking and his leg was bouncing uncontrollably. He looked up at you with bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks. The sight broke you and the only thing you could focus on in that moment was helping him.

“I stopped crying and then I… I… well…. I don’t know I couldn’t stop it. I tried... I really did. This hasn’t happened in so long. I feel like I can’t… I ca- I can’t breathe” he continued to ramble as you sat beside him.

“Yes you can baby. You can. Just take deep breaths with me okay? Deep breath I-“

“NO! I can’t” Han's voice interrupted you harshly. “I can’t breathe!” He tried to take deep breaths but they came out shaky and inconsistent.

“Let me help you then. Is it okay if I touch you?” You asked him and without a second thought, he nodded his head in desperation.

You started by unbuttoning his shirt and taking off his mic pack. You also grabbed his headphones from his bag connecting them to your phone. You placed them on his head and began playing one of the playlists you made him for moments like this.

Taking his hand in yours you began to check his pulse and tapped on his thigh every time you felt his pulse under your finger. This always helped reassure him that he was okay and nothing was wrong. It also helped him to feel the speed of his heart rate so that he could try and slow it down.

After sitting in silence for around ten minutes Han finally opened his eyes and took one last deep breath. You took the headphones off his head and let go of his hand.

“How are you feeling?” You asked opening the bottle of water you had brought him and handing it to him.

“A little better, can you do something for me?” He replied after taking a sip of his water. You nodded your head and waited for his response.

“Can you cuddle me please” he responded.

“Of course I can. Come here” You opened your arms for him as he lay his head on your chest and wrapped his arms around your waist. You placed a kiss on top of his hair and rubbed small circles on his back.

“Can we stay like this for a little bit before I go back on stage” his voice was muffled as he spoke into your chest. You were a bit shocked but at the end of the day, it was his choice. If he wanted to go on stage then that was his decision. But you still wanted to make sure he knew he had options and didn’t feel forced or like he needed to go out for anyone but himself.

“Are you sure you want to go back on stage? You know you don’t have to. The boys will understand and so will Stay.” You reassured him as you rubbed his back.

“No. I have to. I need to back out and show everyone in okay.”

“Only if you are sure and you feel ready. I don’t want you to think you are being forced and are doing something that will make you uncomfortable” he nodded his head at your words as he untangled himself from your grasp and stood up from the couch.

“Can you help me get ready I don’t want to talk with the staff right now” he pouted as he looked down at you.

“Hold on, I thought you said one more thing” you joked standing up from the couch.

“Oh yeah. I’m sorry I’ll just go and ask one of the sta-“

“Baby, I’m joking of course I’ll help you” You grabbed his face to stop him from talking and kissed his lips. “I’ll go and ask the staff what they need and I’ll be back”

You walked back into the waiting room a few minutes later holding clothes and make-up. The staff has talked you through everything and what you need to do to fix it. Hopefully, your knowledge of doing your own make-up for years was enough, but the staff also told you that Han should know how to help you.

You let Han get changed first and hung up the outfit he was wearing so it didn’t crease. You would not want to be the reason one of their outfits which cost hundreds if not thousands got ruined. You helped him fix the hood of his jumper and tuck up the bottom of his jeans so they weren’t dragging and so he didn’t fall. Because you knew how clumsy he could be sometimes.

“Come sit,” you said pointing to the couch you were both previously cuddled up on. You pulled over a chair and sat in front of him.

As you were applying a little concealer to his under eyes his hands found their way to the pocket of your trousers. He started to open and close the small pocket located on your thigh.

“You okay?” You asked as you applied powder to set the make-up in place.

“Yeah all good, just nervous” he answered.

“I’ll stay right here or even stand at the side of the stage in case you want to come off again. Don’t force yourself to stay up there if you feel uncomfortable” you tried to comfort him.

“I’ll be fine. I want to prove to myself and everyone that I can do this” he spoke as you nodded and made the finishing touches to his hair and make-up.

You both stood up and made your way to the stage and waited for the song to finish, before Chan came to the side of the stage. You saw Han’s body tense and you instantly reached for his hand.

“You ready to come back on?” Chan asked and Han nodded his head.

“Okay come on then” Chan said reaching for his hand. “We will talk later” he continued as he looked between you and Han.

You would usually have a talk with Chan after one of Han’s episodes so you could both learn from each other how to help him or even prevent it from happening in the first place. Han always liked to call this quality time with Mum and Dad, which always made you laugh.

You continued to watch the concert from the sidelines but soon enough it was time for the boys to wrap up the concert.

You joined them backstage in the waiting room as they got ready to go home. You told them your favourite part of the concert or rather favourite moments, as it was always impossible to pick just one.

Once they were all changed and out of their stage outfits you were joined on the couch by Han. He lay his head on your shoulder with one hand on your thigh.

After a few minutes a ray of sunshine who may also be known as Felix plopped himself on the other side of you. Felix also placed his head on your shoulder and let out a deep sigh, snuggling his head deeper into the crook of your neck.

“You okay Felix?” You asked taking his hand in yours and drawing small circles on his palm.

“Yeah, I’m just tired” he replied as you kissed the top of his head.

“Why don’t you take a quick nap whilst everyone else gets ready and the staff finish packing up”

He nodded his head and closed his eyes. You felt a nudge on your shoulder and looked down at your boyfriend to see what he wanted.

“Thank you for today. I love you so much”

“I love you too baby” You tilted his head his head up with your free hand by holding his chin and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“Hey, Y/N do you not love me” Felix mumbled sleepily into your shoulder.

“Of course I do Felix. I love you so so much” you giggled shaking his hand around.

You looked up from Felix to see if the boys were nearly ready to go. They all stood with pouts on their faces pointing to themselves.

“Oh, my god. You're all ridiculous. I love you all very very much!!” You almost shouted but not loud enough to startle the sleepy boy on your shoulder.

Large smiles appeared on all their faces as they all looked at each other before running towards you in sync. It was like they had all rehearsed this before and attacked you in a cuddle pile.

“We love you too!!!” They all said….

One thing is for sure, Felix never really got the nap he needed.

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❀┆pairing : kim seungmin x fem!reader ͏ ❀┆ info : oneshot / twoshot ?? , a lot of fluff , and a lot of 'apparent' unrequited love (im sorry) , happy ending , cutesy , uni love , feelings and angst , short ! ❀┆ personas + bg : uni students ; dormmates w benefits ❀┆ word count : ❀┆warnings : cute and dread but dw happy ending yall notes at the end !!

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♥︎ ! now, we share the same dream called, 'us'.

The night was thick with the kind of silence that made every little sound feel magnified. The rustling of her sheets, the faint crack of his breathing, even the soft creaks of the bed beneath her felt louder than the thoughts swirling around in her restless head.

She turned over again for what felt like the hundredth time, face buried in her pillow as she tried to will herself to fall asleep. 

But her mind was wide awake, racing in that frustrating way it did sometimes, hopping from one thought to the next with no intention of slowing down. The warmth from the body beside her, instead of comforting you into rest, only added to your awareness. 

He lay still, his back rising and falling gently in rhythm. His arm, usually flung over her waist, had fallen away sometime in the night, giving her space, but her squirming was testing the limits of even his patience.

A loud sigh slipped out, unintentional but filled with the kind of frustration she only felt when she’s tired, and can't do anything about it.

She felt movement before she heard him, the mattress dipping slightly as he shifted beside her. “Y/n,” he mumbled, his voice low and hoarse, dripping with sleep. "What are you doing?"

Startled, she froze. She hadn't meant to wake him. 

He really didn’t wake easily, so the fact that he was up meant she’d been tossing and turning for a while.

"Sorry," she muttered, feeling a wave of guilt wash over her as she turned on her side to face him. The dim light filtering through the window barely illuminated his face, but she could make out the mess of his hair and the way his eyes, barely open, squinted in her direction.

"Seriously," he continued, rubbing his hand over his face before letting it drop lazily on his bare chest, his voice thick with sleep. "Why are you moving so much?"

She shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, biting her lip. "I can't sleep," she admitted quietly. 

It was a stupid response, one that obviously didn’t explain why she was writhing like a fish out of water, but it was the truth. She just couldn’t sleep.

He blinked at her, clearly processing her words through his sleepy haze. 

Then, to her surprise, he shifted closer to her. His arm reached out, wrapping lazily around her waist, over the thin, black camisole she wore, as he tugged her towards him, pulling her into the familiar space against his chest.

"Then just stop moving," he murmured, his voice muffled by her hair as his lips brushed against the top of her head. 

He wasn’t fully awake, that was clear. 

This was Seungmin in his most unfiltered state, without the usual layers of sarcasm or that teasing grin he wore during the day. 

This was him in a space where he let her in more than either of them were willing to admit out loud.

His body was warm, radiating heat in a way that made her immediately feel guilty for disturbing him. His fingers, though a little clumsy with sleep, rubbed slow, lazy circles against her back.

The motion was surprisingly soothing. She let out a long breath, slowly sinking into him as her muscles began to relax.

"You’re restless," He murmured after a few seconds, his hand still moving against her back in that gentle way, keeping her anchored against him. His lips brushed the top of her head again, a ghost of a kiss that she wasn’t sure he even knew he gave. 

"Always overthinking."

She felt her chest tighten at his words. He knew her too well. And maybe that was why it was so terrifying—the way he could see through her, even in his half-asleep state. 

But at the same time, it was why she kept coming back, why she never left his bed after nights like these. He knew her, and despite that, he stayed.

"I’m not overthinking," She mumbled, but the words lacked conviction. He let out a small scoff that vibrated against her forehead, assuring her that he was definitely conscious yet sleepy. Cute. 

"Sure," he muttered, but his tone was softer now, less teasing, more understanding. His hand slid from her back to beneath her the fabric that hugged her waist, fingers tracing mindless patterns across her skin.

"Just... try to sleep."

"That’s exactly what i’ve been doing for the past—"

"Shush."

At his lazy voice and his hand slowly prompting her figure, she nestled deeper into him, her body naturally curling against his, her cheek resting against his collarbone. 

He smelled like the faint traces of his vanilla scented cologne mixed with warmth—Seungmin’s warmth, something uniquely his that made her eyelids feel heavier.

"Close your eyes, and don’t focus on anything other than sleeping."

"I’ll sleep if you stop talking,"

He let out a quiet, annoyed breath, his grip on her waist tightening just a fraction, pulling her closer to him. 

"You’ll sleep," he replied simply, his voice now barely above a whisper.

His body was comfortable, solid against hers, and his steady breathing began to lull her in ways her own mind couldn’t. 

The itch to move, to toss and turn, slowly began to fade as his fingers danced across her clothed waist, occasionally slipping under the hem of the same camisole once again to skim her skin.

She wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, caught in a limbo between wakefulness and sleep, with his heartbeat beneath her ear acting as her lullaby. 

But eventually, the weight of the day began to catch up with her.

Just as she was on the cusp of sleep, she felt his lips brush against her forehead, barely there, like a secret.

"Sleep well," he whispered, so soft that she almost missed it.

"Night, Seung.." She whispered back, letting herself finally fall into sleep, comforted by the fact that, for now, things were exactly how they were supposed to be.

No nonchalance. No heavy talks.

Just the quiet, unspoken connection that somehow made it all make sense.

— next morning. 

The first thing she noticed was the cold.

It wasn’t the kind of cold that came from a draughty window or a forgotten blanket. 

Not really. 

No, this was the absence of warmth—the absence of him. 

Her body, once cocooned in his embrace, now lay exposed to the chill of the early morning air. 

She blinked her eyes open slowly, the sunlight beginning to creep through the half open curtains, painting the room in soft shades of orange and gold.

But his warmth? Gone. Just like always.

With a heavy sigh, she turned her head toward the empty space beside her, the sheets already cooling where his body had been only a few hours before. 

The faintest outline of his presence was still visible—a wrinkle in the bedding, the faintest impression of his form in the pillow. 

But Seungmin? He was long gone.

It had become a routine by now, one she was all too familiar with. No matter how late the night before — no matter how close their bodies were tangled up in each other, or how intimate the way he held her — he always left before she woke. 

Sometimes, she’d wake in the middle of the night, find him still there, his arms snug around her waist, his breath soft against her hair. But by morning? Always gone.

She stretched out a hand, her fingers brushing against the cold pillow where his head had been, and a familiar pang of emptiness settled in her chest. 

It wasn’t like she expected anything different. This was their agreement, after all — being friends with benefits, emphasis on the “friends” part. 

No strings attached. No feelings to complicate things.

Just two music majors, as close as dorm-mates, fulfilling their hollow desires. 

Or at least, that’s what they kept telling themselves.

With a groan, the girl pulled herself up into a sitting position, running a hand through her messy hair as she stared at the empty side of the bed for a moment longer. 

The apartment was quiet, the early morning stillness only punctuated by the faint sound of birds chirping outside the window. If she strained her ears, she could probably hear him in the kitchen, going about his morning routine like nothing had happened. 

Like they hadn’t spent half the night wrapped up in each other’s arms, skin pressed to skin, whispered breaths filling the silence between them.

Pushing the thought aside, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, the cool floor beneath her feet sending a brief shiver up her spine. 

She grabbed her robe from the back of the door and wrapped it around herself, over her camisole, tying the belt with a quick knot before stepping out of her bedroom.

As expected, he was already in the kitchen.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the small apartment, mingling with the sound of soft clinking dishes. He stood at the stove, back turned to her as he focused on whatever breakfast he was making. 

His hair was still slightly tousled, sticking up in a few places from sleep, but otherwise, he looked like his usual self — calm, collected, completely unfazed by the night before.

Yet, adorable. Enough for her to fold over. 

She lingered in the doorway for a moment, watching him. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, his usual morning attire, and he moved around the kitchen with an easy grace, like he belonged there. 

Like this was just another normal day.

Because to him, it was.

Or, at least that’s what she assumed. 

She sighed, pushing the door of his room open a little wider as she stepped out of it, walking to the kitchen. 

"Morning," she mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep.

Seungmin glanced over his shoulder at her, his expression unreadable as always, yet he gave her a tiny smile, which she knew was genuine. 

"Morning, insomniac." he replied, as if he hadn’t left the bed they shared, just an hour ago.

She made her way to the counter, grabbing a mug and filling it with coffee from the pot he had brewed, a small smile tugging her lips at his reply. 

She leaned against the kitchen counter, her fingers wrapped around the warm mug of coffee. She took a small sip, letting the heat spread through her as she watched the guy move around the kitchen with his usual quiet efficiency. 

But as she took another sip of her coffee, she couldn’t help but feel the growing weight of those unspoken feelings, the ones that clung to her chest like a secret she didn’t want to acknowledge.

She glanced at him again, the way his hair was still a little messy, the way he absentmindedly hummed under his breath as he cooked. Her chest fluttered, just a bit, at the sight.

“Slept well, did you?” 

His voice broke through her thoughts, casual as ever, but there was a softness to it – obviously since he already knew the answer, a smirk tugging the corner of his lips.

She shrugged, setting her mug down on the counter with a soft clink. “Surprisingly,”

He didn’t respond right away. He flipped the eggs with practised ease before turning off the stove, and when he turned around to face her, there was something unreadable in his eyes. His usual teasing smirk was absent, replaced by something quieter, more thoughtful.

She was sitting on the chair, fingers idly tracing the hem of the mug, gaze right on it but mind elsewhere.

For a moment, they just stood there, the silence between them heavy with all the things they never said. 

The guy’s heart did that stupid thing again where it skipped a beat whenever she seemed like that – he could see straight through her.

Her baby hair framing her face, the sunlight bouncing off of the curves of her head. Pretty, black, eyes concentrated on the green mug, carrying the same depth they always did, and he would oh so fondly dive into them.

“Coffee too strong?” he asked, breaking the silence as he moved to pour himself a cup.

She let out a small breath she hadn’t realised she was holding. “It’s fine, just kinda tired,” she chuckled, crossing her arms over her chest, feeling suddenly exposed under his gaze. 

“How.. about you? Sleep well?”

He shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee. “Slept fine until someone decided to practise gymnastics at 3 am.”

His words were teasing, but his voice was gentle, and for some reason, that made her heart skip a beat again. 

She awkwardly smiled, scratching her arm, a habit she grew familiar with, and he knew it quite well.

“I’m sorry, I was– warm, okay?”

He chuckled, “Warm, and sleep-deprived but lost in thought? Yeah, I know,” he replied softly, his eyes lingering on her for a beat longer than necessary before he looked away, focusing on his coffee instead.

And that was the problem, wasn’t it? He always knew. Even when she didn’t say anything, even when she tried to brush it off, he always knew.

She hated that about him. And she loved it too.

“Thanks.” She suddenly murmured, “I mean, for uh, h-helping me sleep. Last night.”

He smiled, this time, softer than ever. “It’s nothing. At least you had a good sleep after.. I don't know, weeks?” 

“It wasn’t that long!”

He shot her a look that she knew too well.

“Okay maybe it was. But that doesn’t matter for now,”

The corners of his lips curled up at her indignant reply, but he didn’t press further, simply shaking his head as he took another sip of his coffee. 

His eyes flicked back to her, soft and observing, and for a moment, he let himself get lost in the simplicity of the scene – the quiet morning, the soft golden light filtering through the windows, and her, sitting at the counter, her sleepy, tousled appearance making her look unfairly adorable.

For a while, they just stayed like that, bantering and sipping their coffee, the easy silence between them filling the room. 

It wasn’t awkward. It was never awkward with him. 

That was part of the reason she kept coming back to this – whatever this was. It was easy. Comfortable. 

But lately, that comfort had started to come with a twist – a knot of feelings tangled somewhere deep in her chest that she wasn’t quite sure what to do with.

His eyes were still on her, his teasing grin fading into something more thoughtful as the quiet stretched between them.

“You’re doing that.. thing again,” he said suddenly, voice low.

She blinked, tilting her head. “What thing?”

“The thinking thing. The kind that keeps you up all night.”

She felt her cheeks flush slightly and quickly looked away, pretending to focus on her coffee instead. “I’m not—”

“You are,” he cut in, his voice soft but firm. He set his mug down on the counter and took a few steps closer, stopping just a foot away from her. 

“You get this look when you’re overthinking. Your eyebrows scrunch up, and you kind of space out, like you’re solving the world’s most complicated puzzle.”

Her lips parted slightly, caught off guard by how easily he read her. “So you stare, hm?” She grinned, trying to lift away the tension.

She didn’t know what to say, so she just stared down at her coffee, feeling a little too exposed under his knowing gaze.

“It’s kinda hard not to.” He replied a minute later, the same expression on his face.

“Well, I’m not always thinking about something.. deep.” she mumbled, but the protest was weak, and she knew it. “It’s just about uni, and other stuff, nothing to worry about.” She shrugged.

Seungmin just chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that made her chest flutter. “Sure,” he teased lightly, but then his voice softened. “Look, if something’s bothering you—”

“Nothing’s bothering me,” she interrupted quickly, her gaze flicking back to him, trying to muster a convincing smile. “I’m fine.”

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “You know, for someone who’s known me this long, you’re terrible at lying.”

She let out an exaggerated groan, sinking further into her chair as she covered her face with her hands. “You’re so annoying,” she muttered, but there was no real heat behind her words.

“I try my best,” he quipped, the smirk back in full force. But then his expression softened again, and after a beat, he reached out, his hand ruffling her hair gently. “But seriously, Y/n. If you need to talk, I’m here.”

She peeked out from between her fingers, surprised by the sudden contact. His hand was warm, his touch soft and uncharacteristically gentle. She wasn’t used to this side of him—the one that was careful with her, the one that wasn’t constantly teasing or sarcastic. It made her chest tighten in a way that was both terrifying and comforting.

“I know,” she whispered, her voice small.

He gave a small nod and pulled his hand back, leaning against the counter again like nothing had happened. “Good.”

The room felt warmer now, despite the cool morning air seeping through the windows. Her heart was beating a little faster, and she wasn’t sure if it was because of his touch or the way his gaze lingered on her for just a second too long.

She cleared her throat, desperate to break the tension that was creeping in. “So,” she said, trying to sound casual. “What’s for breakfast?”

– almost 5 minutes later.

“You know,” she spoke, her voice casual now. “You’re really good at this.” She took a bite of the toasted bread, looking at him.

He glanced at her over his shoulder, flipping the last omelette, eyebrow raised. “Good at what? Making breakfast?”

“What? No,” she said, shaking her head with her eyes judging him. “Why do you think I don’t let you make lunch or dinner? I don’t want to be fined because someone blew up the oven.”

“Hey, I'm not that bad,” He glanced her way, defending himself. “I’m literally making breakfast right now.”

“You’ve cooked the same eggs or burnt pancakes for breakfast for almost 4 weeks in a row, Seungmin.” She rolled her eyes, speaking again. “But, what I meant was.. you’re good at comforting me.”

For a second, the air between them shifted, the teasing banter falling away as her words hung in the space between them. He turned fully to face her now, his expression softening as he met her gaze.

“Well,” he said slowly, his voice soft, “you make it pretty easy.”

Her heart did that stupid fluttering thing again, and she quickly averted her gaze, suddenly feeling shy under his intense stare. “You’re such a sap,” she muttered, though her voice lacked the usual bite.

He chuckled, his smile reaching his eyes as he turned back to the food, finishing plating the eggs and toast for himself. “Maybe,” he admitted, sliding on the chair beside her. “But only for you.”

She blinked, silently, as her heart skipped a beat at his words. She stared at him, but he didn’t seem fazed by what he’d just said, casually sitting down across from her and taking a bite of his toast like he hadn’t just made her entire world tilt on its axis.

Oh, but little did she know, he was as surprised as her at those words leaving his mouth. The fluttering feeling inside his heart, the way she was looking at him, when he tried so hard to act nonchalant.

She picked up her fork, her hands suddenly feeling clumsy as she poked at her food.

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a/n ♡︎

OMGGGG happy birthday to the love of my life my baby seungminieneeiensiseesn I STILL HAVENT COMPLETED LIX FIC. I AM SO SORRY YALL ILL POST WHEN I CAN 😞😞😞😞 exams start tmr kms this is a twoshot btw. so wait patiently for the final part tysmmm <3 plz reblog/comment/like if u like my fics <33 made another spam acc for skz @loveforseung ALSO I HAVE AO3 !! user's same as @loveforseung go follow !! making a masterlist for all of my posts, plz lmk if u wanna be a part of it ! <3 have a good day ~ – love, yani ♥︎

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SIMPTOBER ;)

Hiiii :))) so Ik kinktober planning is going around....and since I dont rlly write smut I thought I would create a spin off 😍 sooo I present to you... a fluffy, comforting, and feet-kicking October!

The small things that you do M-List

Day 1: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Day 2: Lee Know x Fem!Reader

Day 3: Changbin x Fem!Reader

Day 4: Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Day 5: Jisung x Fem!Reader

Day 6: Felix x Fem!Reader

Day 7: Seungmin x Fem!Reader

Day 8: Jeongin x Fem!Reader

Reminders! M-List

Day 9: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Day 10: Lee Know x Fem!Reader

Day 11: Changbin x Fem!Reader

Day 12: Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Day 13: Jisung x Fem!Reader

Day 14: Felix x Fem!Reader

Day 15: Seungmin x Fem!Reader

Day 16: Jeongin x Fem!Reader

First Dates M-List

Day 17: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Day 18: Lee Know x Fem!Reader

Day 19: Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Day 20: Jisung x Fem!Reader

Day 21: Felix x Fem!Reader

+ Changbin x Fem!Reader

Day 22: Seungmin x Fem!Reader

Day 23: Jeongin x Fem!Reader

Skz as tropes M-list

Day 24: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader - First love

Day 25: Lee Know x Fem!Reader - He Fell Harder

Day 26: Jeongin x Fem!Reader-Childhood Lovers

Day 27: Hyunjin x Fem!Reader -Love @ first sight

Day 28: Jisung x Fem!Reader - Bffs to Lovers

+ Changbin x Fem!Reader - Brothers Bestfriend

Day 29: Felix x Fem!Reader - Soulmates

Day 30: Seungmin x Fem!Reader - Secret Crush

DAY 31! FIC: Lee Know x Fem!Reader - Crash Course

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[skzimagines]

Hyunjin x female reader drabble

Warnings: 18+ minors dni

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“What did I tell you… about wearing this fucking skirt…. When we’re out in… public.” He grunts, slamming his cock into me with every sentence.

I’m pinned up against the wall, because I didn’t listen to him tonight. I’ve been told multiple times to not wear this skirt in public, it was for his eyes only. But I wanted to push his buttons…

“You never want to listen.” He growls, pulling my head back by my hair. Sucking on my neck, leaving behind a purple and red bruise. Still fucking in to me with no mercy.

He slams his hand down hard on to my ass, causing a loud moan to escape my lips. His other hand squeezes my waist, holding me in place as he fucks me.

“You just want everyone to see that fucking pussy huh?” He groans. He wraps his free hand around my neck, fucking in to me deeper. “Its my pussy, do you understand?” He whispers in my ear. Pushing me back up against the wall, fucking me into oblivion.

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