#Kim Seungmin

[linolinoing]

he wants to be part of the rap line so bad

[hyunjiiza]

miss manager ?

↳ skz! members asking you something when you’re their new manager

incl: ot8 !

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a/n ! special reference for my fav mootie <3 contacts are the same for convenience :)

[hyunjiisa]

hey pretty boy !

skz ! members and what type of loner they’d be

incl. ot8 !

chan as the stoner! loner

shows up to school smelling like weed but no one cares because he does all his work and never causes trouble

you make eye contact with him for the first time in the parking lot while he’s smoking, he falls in love when you smile and wave

turns down everyone that hits on him after that

when he finally musters up the courage to talk to you all he can do is tap your shoulder in the same parking lot he first saw you and ask if you smoke

no matter your answer, he asks to get to know you better

“ come on , give me a chance ? ”

follows you around like a bodyguard after that

never ever lets you carry your own bag and always makes sure you have something to eat for lunch whether he has to pay for you or not

pretty smart in most subjects so you have study dates often because he just likes your presence

won’t smoke around you if you don’t like it

never posts anything besides you and aesthetic pictures he takes

isn’t the type to fight but he will if someone disrespects you, but they back off because of his size before it gets to that point

hyunjin as the artsy! loner

has one black pen and one red pen that he abuses every day

pays attention for the most part but occasionally gets distracted doodling in his notebooks

def has drawings all over his hands

the first time he noticed you was in art class and he thought you were so pretty he started drawing you

you glance over and he’s mortified when he realizes he probably looks like a creep

too nervous to go up to you and explain so he leaves you a note with little drawings all over (plus the drawing of you) and a replacement of the pink gel pen he notices you using all the time

gets super nervous when he sees you walking up to him the next day

you ask him to partner up for a project and thank him for the drawing

“ i couldn’t help it , you’re just so pretty . ”

ends up kissing you at your last project session

asks you out with the most thoughtful basket filled with things you like and a letter with another drawing of you and almost cries when you don’t answer right away

does everything for you after you get together

the art teacher is yalls biggest fan

has no one else to cling to so he’s all over you 24/7

gives nasty glares to men who simply look at you

felix as the fashion design! loner

like hyunjin, spends most of his time sketching out designs in his scrap book where he keeps all his miniature fabric samples in

sulks because there’s no fashion club for him to join

is initially drawn to you because of an outfit you wore that he loves

eventually asks where you got your top when you wear it again and his heartstrings pull at the way you answer so sweetly and compliment his hair

after that the two of you gradually got closer and closer

you help him learn to sew and he starts planning marriage then and there (he wants to help design your wedding dress)

sews matching patches on your backpacks

you catch him texting his best friend that lives abroad about you

gets so nervous he cries

you tell him you feel the same way and he cries even harder

“ be mine ? please ? ”

just gets even clingier once you end up together

loves kissing you and laying together while he sketches

takes you out whenever you want and spoils you rotten because he has rich parents

matching outfits = fire insta pics

jeongin as the sour patch! loner

never talks to anyone so everyone thinks he’s mean but he’s really an angel

your elective teacher makes your class do a secret santa and he gets you

he gives you oddly specific gifts (he has a massive crush on you and overhears you telling your friends your wishlist) and includes a note sweet talking you

you go up to him and thank him with a kiss on the cheek and he turns red

he asks you to hang out and pays for brunch and the cutest pottery painting date

“ will you go out with me ? n-not like that ! ”

gets the teacher to move you two to sit next to each other

everyone’s a little surprised when they see how he’s so gentle with you

decides he needs to get over himself and ask you out and gets you a pandora charm bracelet and a pretty bouquet of flowers

pampers you with your favorite snacks or meals randomly, refills of makeup you use, randomly does your homework for you

flips off ur exes and flexes on them when you aren’t looking then turns around to kiss you

is at your house 24/7 because he can’t breathe without you but is supportive when you go out with your friends or need a solo day

loves going to the beach with you and carrying you so your feet don’t get sandy

jisung as the nerdy! loner

has good grades and the teachers remember his name because his work is always on time

eats alone in the library because he has no one to sit with

you walk in on him while picking up a book you need and he’s super embarrassed (he’s had a crush on you since middle school)

you ask to sit with him because you think he’s cute and he trips over his words answering you

you spend lunch with him every day after that and he starts packing a lunch for you too

accidentally confesses he has a fat crush on you when you ask if he has a girlfriend

he starts rambling after and shuts up when he notices you’re giggling at him

you kiss him and he swears his lifelong dream has come true

“ i like , really like you . ”

is the sweetest boyfriend ever

does all your homework for you and insists it’s really no problem

drives you to and from school every day because “that’s what boyfriends are for”

never looks at anyone but you and writes down threats and shoves them in guys lockers when they hit on you

minho as the gym! loner

purposefully gets his free period after his weightlifting class so he can spend two periods working out

isn’t really shy, just doesn’t like anyone enough to have friends

girls check him out occasionally but he always ignores them

catches you freaking out when you have no clothes to change in and offers you his shirt because he thinks you’re cute

uses that as an excuse to mess with you

“ if i can bench you , you owe me a date ”

spoiler, he can.

makes sure to tell you you don’t really owe him anything and he’s just messing with you

you agree to the date and he picks you up and takes you on a surprisingly thoughtful date

drive around town, food and watching the sunset, takes your pictures next to pretty flowers and keeps his arm around you the whole time

asks you if you really have to go when he’s dropping you off

walks you to your door and gives you a hug (he’s never dated anyone and too scared to kiss you)

texts you that he had a really good time and he would “work to make you his”

it doesn’t take much work and he kisses you right after he asks you to be his

is way too proud of his build and wears sleeveless shirts just to scare anyone that looks at you

carries you around any chance he gets

seungmin as the music lover! loner

walks around with his headphones in 24/7

hums to himself quietly while he studies

you ask him about a song he was humming and he’s surprised you were talking to him

you think he hates you till he smiles at you when you walk into class

makes you a playlist to make his move on you

doesn’t know how to tell you he likes you at all so he just kinda teases you to flirt with you

takes you to a record store at lunch because he wanted to show you the spot

stares at you a little too hard so you ask him if he wants a kiss as a joke

says yes and moves your hair out of your face, you guys have a make out sesh and only stop when the owner clears his throat awkwardly at the both of you

“ so , if i ask you to be mine what are the chances of you saying yes ? ”

you make him go back inside alone and buy you the vinyl you want

he comes back out with it and 5 more that you didn’t wanna ask for but knows you wanted anyway

you skip the rest of the day and go to his house and use his record player

you fall asleep on him and he takes 0.5s of you

shares his headphones with you, but doesn’t share his food (until you make a sad face at him and he gives in instantly. works every time.)

changbin as the sweetheart! loner

all of his professors adore him, all the school staff does at this point

has the maximum hours of community service that he can have but won’t stop helping around where he can

notices you from the start because he thinks you’re pretty, but really starts liking you when he sees you volunteer at an elementary school

accidentally scares you coming up behind you when you’re hanging a banner

you guys start helping at the same places and make a tradition of hanging up banners together

after a while he figures he might as well just tell you how he feels, is elated when you hug him and tell him the feelings mutual

“ oh thank god . ”

confesses that he was actually really nervous and gets flustered when you tease him about it because he thinks you’re the prettiest

when you ask why he never hangs out with anyone he says he doesn’t like people with unpure hearts and that’s why he loves you so much

definitely takes you out and buys you guys matching stuff

married couple

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a/n: i’m not pushing any of these narratives onto them, it’s just dif scenarios i wanted to write them in ᡣ𐭩

[strrykais]

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[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗕𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗨𝗽 𝗮𝗻 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆 | 𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗻𝗮𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗣𝘁𝟐

Warnings: None

Maknaeline x Reader. Angst.

Pt1

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ᒍIᔕᑌᑎG

The hours after Jisung had walked away felt endless. The silence in the apartment was suffocating, filled with all the words you wanted to say but hadn’t. You replayed the moment in your head over and over, wishing you could take back your careless joke - wishing you had realized sooner how much Jisung had been hurting.

It was a only an hour later when you worked up the courage to knock on his bedroom door.

You and Jisung had always been so connected to each other you had never been angry with each other for more than an hour before one of you went to fix things. And this time you knew you had to be the initiate it.

There was no answer at first, and for a moment, you thought he might be asleep or just ignoring you. But then, you heard the softest sound - a sniffle, barely audible but enough to tell you that he was still awake, and still hurting.

You knocked again, more gently this time. “Jisung? Can I come in?”

A few seconds passed before you heard his quiet, broken voice. “It’s open.”

You pushed the door open slowly, stepping into the dimly lit room. Jisung propped up against the foot of his bed, his knees pulled up to his chest, and his face buried in his arms. His shoulders were shaking, and you immediately started crying as well.

Without saying a word, you sat down beside him, your hand resting gently on his back. You sniffled as well and at first he didn’t move, didn’t acknowledge you, but after a few long moments, he finally leaned into you, embracing you as he spoke, his voice thick with emotion.

“I hate feeling like this,” he cried, his face hidden in your hair. “I hate that no matter what I do, it feels like I’m never good enough at anything other than what people say I'm good at.”

You cried as well. “You are good enough, Jisung. More than good enough.” You sobbed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel that way. You are good enough baby."

He shook his head, his voice trembling. “Then why does it feel like no one takes me seriously? Like I’m just...there for comic relief or being cute?”

The pain in his voice was palpable, and you realized just how deeply your words had cut him. Jisung, who was always so full of life and energy, was crumbling under the weight of his own doubts, and you had unintentionally added to that burden.

“I’m so sorry,” you whined, your voice breaking. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. I was just trying to make you laugh, but I didn’t realize how much you were hurting.” You sniffed and choked on your sobs in a rather ugly manner.

He finally looked up at you then, his eyes red and swollen from crying- looking just as messy as you felt as he sniffed up his snot loudly. “It’s not just you,” he said. “It’s... everything. Everyone. I feel like I’m always falling short, no matter how hard I try.”

You wiped away your tears, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek. It was wet with tears, and you saw the humor in Jisung's eyes when he saw how snotty your face was as well as his. You couldn't help but both break out laughing amidst the chaotic emotions.

“You’re not falling short, Jisung. You’re amazing at everything you do. You’re talented, hardworking, and you have the biggest heart of anyone I know. I’m so sorry if I ever made you feel like that wasn’t enough. It is enough for me- matter of fact it's more than I deserve. You're not just there for comic relief of being cute. You are funny and you're the single most-cutest thing I have ever seen; but you are also the kindest soul, so smart, and sweet and gentle, and the best boyfriend. The best person to love.”

Jisung leaned into your touch, his eyes closing as a fresh tear slipped down his cheek.

“You’re not a joke,” you reassured firmly, your thumb brushing away his tears and snot. “You’re so much more than that. You’re kind, passionate, and you put your heart into everything you do. You deserve to be taken seriously, and I’m sorry I didn’t show you that earlier.”

He opened his eyes again, searching your face as if looking for the truth in your words. “Do you really think that?”

“I know that,” you whispered, your voice full of sincerity. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life reminding you if that’s what it takes.”

For a moment, Jisung didn’t say anything, but then, slowly, a small, fragile smile appeared on his lips. It wasn’t his usual playful grin, but it was a start - a sign that maybe, just maybe, the weight on his heart was starting to lift.

He leaned forward, his breath shaky but steadying. “Thank you,” he whispered. “For seeing me.”

“I’ll always see you, Jisung,” you whispered back, your hand gently running through his hair. “Always.”

The two of you sat there in the quiet of his room, the unspoken promises hanging in the air. Jisung sniffed and you guys looked at each other, his body relaxing against yours as the tension faded away.

"You look a mess." He commented, placing a closed eyed kiss on the corner of your lips and then nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

You smiled and laughed. "You're one to talk." You said, wiping your face.

"I want to cuddle." He said, smiling as you guys laid down with each other.

And as you held him, letting him tell you about everything under the sun in between kisses, you knew that while the doubts and insecurities he had might never fully disappear- as for most people- you would be there to help him through it. Because no matter what, Jisung wasn’t alone. And you would never let him be.

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ᖴEᒪI᙭

Four days passed since the argument, and the silence between you and Felix had been deafening. You hadn’t gone to work- your absence marked by the sudden wave of cold and flu symptoms that hit you not long after that terrible night. You had remembered it had been rather cold in his living room, and maybe this cold was payback for you hurting Felix but either way, you were grateful to have an excuse to hide from the world. The pain of what happened with Felix, however, refused to go away, and still ate at you visibly.

You had barely left your bed, bundled up in blankets with tissues and medicine scattered around your nightstand. Your phone was filled with missed calls and unread messages from concerned friends, but nothing from Felix. That was, until the fourth day. There was a soft knock on your front door, followed by another, more insistent knock when you didn't answer right away. With a groggy sigh, you slowly forced yourself to your feet, shuffling to the door and opening it just a crack, even if you didn't feel like it.

Felix stood there, looking hesitant, holding a plastic bag filled with soup containers, medicine, and tissues. He looked at you with wide eyes, taking in your messy hair, the red-tipped nose, and the dark circles under your eyes. You looked miserable, and his expression softened immediately.

“I was in a rush so I forgot the extra key- I heard you called off work.” he said gently, his voice barely louder than a whisper. “For four days. Are you okay?”

You swallowed, feeling your throat burn. "Just a cold," you mumbled, stepping back to let him in. You couldn't find it in yourself to tell him to leave, even though the ache in your chest was still raw. Seeing him made you want to burst into tears, even though you knew you were cause for the problem. Felix stepped inside, slipping off his shoes and closing the door behind him, the sound loud in the stillness of the apartment.

He set the bag down on your kitchen counter, then turned to you, his face filled with concern. "I thought you might need some soup or something,” he said, his voice gentle, like a caress. "So, I had Minho Hyung help me make some, he said to keep him updated and that he hopes you feel better. He helped me make your favorite cake too so we can eat it when you feel like it."

"Thank you," you said softly, your voice scratchy. You stood there, arms wrapped around yourself, unsure of what to say. You didn’t want to make things worse, but you also knew you couldn’t just pretend everything was fine.

Felix didn't seem to concerned about anything other than you though, and he gently grabbed you by the shoulders. "You should be in bed though, so go lay down while I fix all of this stuff up. Hm?" you noticed the way his gaze softened as he looked at you. “You look terrible.” He said it lightly, teasingly, but there was an edge of guilt in his tone.

You felt a lump rise in your throat, a spur of tears suddenly stinging your eyes. You didn’t want to cry- not now, not in front of him- but you couldn’t help it. The stress, the sickness, and the weight of what had happened between you and how Felix seemed to just let it go all crashed down at once, and before you could stop yourself, a sob escaped your lips.

Felix’s eyes widened in alarm. "Hey, hey, no," he said quickly, stepping forward and gently placing a hand on your shoulder. "You’re too sick to be crying like this, baby."

But you shook your head, your tears falling faster. "No," you choked out, your voice breaking. "I need to say this. I need you to know-" You paused, swallowing hard, forcing yourself to meet his eyes even though it hurt. "I’m so sorry, Felix. I didn’t mean what I said that night. I didn’t mean to make you feel like you’re not enough or that you’re just…just this one thing. I love you for you, and I never wanted to make you doubt that. I just…I didn’t know how much you were struggling."

Felix’s expression crumbled, his own eyes filling with unshed tears as he listened to your broken apology. He moved closer, his hand cupping your cheek, thumb brushing away the tears that wouldn’t stop falling. "Shh, don’t cry," he said softly, his voice shaking. "Please, you’re sick, and you’re going to make yourself feel worse-"

"No, I need you to hear this," you insisted, your voice hoarse but determined. You reached up, clutching his wrist as if afraid he might pull away. "I don’t care if you’re not always happy. I don’t need you to be sunshine all the time, Felix. I just need you. The real you. And I’m so sorry if I made you feel like you had to be anything else."

Felix let out a shaky breath, his thumb still caressing your cheek. He looked down, his forehead pressing gently against yours, and you felt the warmth of his breath on your skin. "I was scared," he admitted, his voice raw and vulnerable. "I was scared that if I wasn’t enough, if I wasn’t the person everyone expected me to be, then I’d lose everything. I didn’t mean to push you away, but I…I didn’t know how to deal with it."

You shook your head, your tears slowing as you looked into his eyes, feeling the honesty in his words. "You don’t have to be anything but yourself. I love you, and nothing will change that."

For a moment, there was only silence, the weight of your words hanging in the air. Then, Felix pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest, his fingers tangling in your knotted hair, brushing it out. You felt the relief wash over you as he buried his face in your neck, his breath hitching like he was holding back his own tears.

"I’m sorry," he whispered, his voice muffled against your skin. "I’m so sorry for leaving that night, for not talking to you. I just… I just really didn’t know how to handle it."

You wrapped your arms around him, holding him just as tightly, your face pressed against the warmth of his shoulder. "We can handle it together,” you murmured, your voice soft and steady now. "I’m not going anywhere, Lix. I’m here. Always."

Felix pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes shining with tears, and he gave you a small, shaky smile. "I love you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "More than anything."

“I love you too,” you whispered back, and he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle, lingering kiss that tasted of salt and unspoken promises. It was soft and tender, filled with all the words you couldn’t say, and when he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his smile real and warm this time.

"Lix...you're going to be sick now." You let out exasperatedly.

"Well, it was worth it because I missed you, love." He smiled. “Let’s get you back to bed, yeah?” he continued softly, wiping away the last of your tears with his thumb. “I brought soup, and you need to rest.”

You nodded, feeling the exhaustion settle back in now that the weight had been lifted. Felix led you back to your room, tucking you in with the blankets and bringing the soup to your bedside. He sat with you while you ate, his fingers gently playing with yours, his presence a comforting warmth.

And as you lay there, Felix’s hand in yours you knew that regardless of what insecurities he had, while he sometimes felt his world was dark- he'd always be the light in yours.

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ᔕEᑌᑎGᗰIᑎ

The silence in the room was suffocating, and you felt it wrap around you, squeezing tighter with every passing second after Seungmin left. You stood there, your chest tight, unsure of what to do or say. What just happened? You thought you understood, but you were so wrong. You wanted to fix things. You needed to fix things.

It wasn’t maybe even an hour before you heard the door creak back open. You turned, almost expecting him to not be there, but the figure standing in the doorway was Seungmin, looking smaller, his shoulders hunched. His usual confidence was gone, replaced by a vulnerability that made your heart ache for him. He was holding something small in his hand, but you couldn’t tell what it was.

"Seungmin," you immediately started, your voice shaky as you stepped toward him. "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. I never wanted to hurt you. I just…I didn’t know what to do. I wanted you to open up but I made things worse and I'm so sorry. I never want you to feel like I'm trying to hurt you. Because that's the last thing I want to do."

Seungmin didn’t respond immediately. He looked down at the ground, his thumb absently tracing the edges of the small box he was holding. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he let out a long sigh and finally spoke.

"I’m the one who should be apologizing, YN." he said quietly, still not meeting your eyes. "I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. But I… I’ve been struggling with this for a while now. I didn’t know how to talk about it, and I didn’t want to drag you into it."

You tilted your head, confused. "What do you mean? Struggling with what?"

Seungmin hesitated, his hand tightening around the box. He glanced up at you, then back down at the object in his hand. "Our anniversary is coming up...and...I’ve been thinking about proposing. And...it scared me. To the point I shut myself off from you..."

You blinked, processing the words. "Proposing? But…why?" You immediately started tearing up. "Shit...I thought you pulled away because you wanted to break up...I..." You let out a nervous giggle, as you fanned your face. "But...you're scared- why?"

He paused, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, his voice cracked ever so slightly. "Because… I didn’t know if you’d say yes. And that made me doubt everything I thought I knew about myself. I’ve always been the dependable one, the one people turn to…but I’ve never been the one people choose first. And I guess I was scared. Scared that you’d think I wasn’t enough, scared you’d see me as just… Seungmin. The guy who’s always there, but never the guy you truly want."

Your heart ached. You stepped closer to him, reaching out slowly as if he were fragile. "Seungmin…I…I never thought that. I never would. You were never my second choice. You've always and forever will be my first."

He looked up at you then, his eyes conflicted, his lip trembling the slightest amount. "I thought you’d be better off with someone else. Someone who…doesn’t have this baggage. Someone who’s not always so quiet and distant when they don't know how to deal with something. How am I supposed to be a good husband when I can't even deal with my own problems sometimes-"

You shook your head, reaching out and gently taking his hand, the one with the box in it. "You’re wrong. I’ve never felt that way. You don’t have to be someone else for me. I love you for who you are. And for all the problems that come with you. I don't need anything changed for me to want to be with you because I already love you."

Seungmin looked at you, his eyes softening just a little. "I’ve always been afraid of letting you see me as weak," he admitted quietly. "I thought you’d think less of me. That I wasn’t good enough. I was wrong...I guess."

You smiled softly, squeezing his hand. "Yes, you were Seungmin." You chuckled. "Thats a first- getting to tell you you're wrong."

You took a breath. "But that doesn't make me anymore right. I wasn't able to figure out when you were struggling. Maybe-"

"Aish! Jagiya! No! Stop." Seungmin shook his head ferociously. "Don't...my problems aren't yours to deal with-"

"But they are, MinMin." You urged quietly. "We're going to dedicate the rest of our lives to each other so our problems are going to be for both of us to solve together, okay? You don’t need to be perfect for me. You’re enough, always. And I’m sorry for ever making you feel like you weren’t. And for letting those insecurities root down in you. I love you Kim Seungmin."

There was a long pause before Seungmin took a deep breath and finally spoke again. "I love you, Y/N." He let his head fall onto your shoulder, as you pat his head.

His eyes fell to the box again, and with a small, tentative smile, he opened it, revealing a delicate ring inside. It was beautiful, simple yet elegant, just like him. Your breath caught in your throat.

"Seungmin…" you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

He looked up at you, his expression vulnerable but hopeful. "I was going to ask you to marry me, on our anniversary but I don't want to wait anymore...besides you already said yes, technically. I mean you said we're dedicating are lives to each other." He explained as he slipped the ring on your finger.

"Of course, I want to be with you. You’re everything to me."

Seungmin’s eyes shone with happiness. "Well just for tradition will you marry me?"

Your heart fluttered as you nodded, a soft laugh escaping your lips as you grabbed his cheeks gently. "Yes, Seungmin. Yes."

He smiled and kissed you lips softly.

"Now," you said with a soft smile, "Can I give you my anniversary gift early? Since you've already given yours early?"

Seungmin smiled faintly, and for the first time in what felt like forever, it was genuine, reaching his eyes. "I’d love that."

You quickly grabbed the small gift bag from the coffee table and handed it to him. He opened it to find a framed photo of the two of you from the first time you had gone on a trip together. It was a moment of pure joy, frozen in time. Paired with it was a small leather bound journal, filled with notes you had written whenever you thought about him since your first anniversary. You fidgeted nervously.

"I know it’s not much," you said softly, "But it’s us. And I want to remember us, every moment."

Seungmin gazed at the photo, his expression softening. He looked up at you, his voice low and filled with affection, his eyes a little glassy. "It’s perfect. You're perfect."

The tension between you was gone now, replaced by a newfound understanding. You stepped into his arms, and he wrapped you in a warm embrace, holding you close.

"I’m sorry," you murmured again, this time with more certainty. "I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I promise I’ll do better."

"No more apologies Jagiya," Seungmin said, his voice full of tenderness. "We’ll figure this out, together. I believe that with all my soul. But for right now let's focus on us." He kissed your nose and then your hand on which the ring was place. "Let forever focus on us."

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ᒍEOᑎGIᑎ

For the next few days, the silence between you and Jeongin was suffocating. He had distanced himself, giving polite responses to your texts but never lingering long enough to have a real conversation if you saw him in person. It tore you apart to see him like this, to know that you had hurt him in a way you never intended.

The truth was, Jeongin’s unintended vulnerability was something you cherished. His soft heart, his kindness, his playful nature- those were the things that made you love him even more. You had taken them for granted, never realizing how much he felt the weight of the "maknae" label.

And you needed to make things right.

On the third night after the argument, you decided you couldn’t let another day go by without apologizing properly. You headed to the dorm he shared with Chan, clutching a small bag that contained his favorite snacks, a note you’d written, and something else that you hoped would show him just how much you cared for every bit of him.

When you arrived, Chan let you in, and you found Jeongin sitting alone in the living room, headphones on, staring blankly at his phone, the little pout you adored . He didn’t notice you until you called his name softly.

"Innie…"

He looked up, surprise- and what you thought might be relief flashing in his eyes, but his expression quickly closed off. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice flat and tired, but with a hint of something else.

You swallowed hard, feeling the nerves twist in your stomach. "Can we talk? Please?"

Jeongin hesitated, his gaze flickering to the door as if he was debating whether to make an escape. But after a moment, he sighed and nodded, pulling off his headphones and setting them aside. "Fine," he said quietly, though the guarded look in his eyes didn’t disappear.

You sat down next to him, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his body, close enough to inhale his scent, but careful not to touch him. "Jeongin, I’m so, so sorry," you began, your voice shaking with the weight of your regret. "What I said the other day…it was thoughtless and hurtful. I never meant to make you feel like you weren’t taken seriously or that you don’t work just as hard- no, harder -than everyone else."

He didn’t say anything, but his gaze softened just a little, a sign that he was listening.

"I love you, Innie," you continued, your words coming out in a rush. "I love everything about you, not just because you’re the youngest or because you’re cute. I love how strong you are, how you always manage to keep a smile even when things get tough. You work so hard, and I see it- every single day. I’m sorry I ever made you feel like I didn’t."

His expression wavered, and you could see the struggle in his eyes. He wanted to believe you, but the wound you had unknowingly opened was still raw.

Reaching into the bag you’d brought, you pulled out the small box of snacks he loved, handing it to him as a peace offering. "I know this won’t fix everything," you said, your voice soft, "But I wanted to show you that I care. And…I made something for you."

Jeongin looked down at the snacks, his fingers brushing over the familiar packaging, with a miniature smile, but it was the second item you pulled out that made him freeze.

It was a photo album, small and simple, filled with pictures you had taken of him over the course of your relationship- moments he probably hadn’t even realized you’d captured. There were shots of him laughing, concentrating, dancing, and even the candid moments when he thought no one was watching. On the first page, you had written:

I see you, Jeongin. Every part of you.

"Jagiya..." He whined, tears welled up in his eyes as he flipped through the pages, his fingers trembling slightly. He stopped on a picture of him practicing late at night- a night where you had stopped by to make sure he was taking care of himself- a night where you had, evidently, take a picture of him exhaustion evident on his face but determination burning in his eyes. It was a photo that perfectly captured the weight he carried.

"You took this?" he asked, his voice cracking.

You nodded. "I see you, Innie. I always have. I just didn’t realize how much I had missed…until now. Maybe I was focusing on how perfect you are to me so much that I missed the parts of yourself I could have helped you love more...I'm sorry."

Jeongin’s face crumpled, and before you could react, he set the album down and pulled you into a tight embrace. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close, his face buried in your shoulder. You could feel his body shaking, and you held him just as tightly, your own tears spilling over.

"I’m sorry," you whispered over and over into his hair, feeling the warmth of his breath against your neck. "I never want to hurt you like that again. I want to be the person who sees you for who you are, who supports you, and loves you without making you feel small."

Jeongin didn’t pull away, his grip on you tightening instead. “I was so scared,” his voice was muffled and thick with emotion. "I was scared you’d break up with me because I was being childish over this. And when I realized you loved me too much to do that, I was afraid you'd see the childishness in it and see that I just proved your point- I'm just a baby in the end aren't I?"

Your heart shattered at the raw vulnerability in his words. You pulled back just enough to cup his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing away the tears that had gathered in his eyes. "Never, Jeongin. Never. You belong right here with me. And you're not childish. Not at all to me. We all struggle with expression sometimes." you said firmly. "I’m so proud of who you are- every part of you. Even the parts that need work."

A slow, shaky smile spread across his face, his dimples reappearing, and he let out a soft, relieved laugh. "I don’t deserve you," he whispered, his forehead resting against yours.

"Yes, you do," you said, your voice gentle but unwavering. “You deserve everything, Innie. That's why your hyungs spoil you so much. Not because you're the youngest. But because you undoubtedly deserve all of it."

You saw the light return to his eyes, the tension easing from his shoulders. He leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your lips- a kiss that spoke of forgiveness, of understanding, and of a love that went far beyond the roles you were expected to play.

When he pulled back, he looked down at the snacks and the album, his cheeks pink with a shy, genuine smile. "Thank you," he said softly, his fingers lacing with yours. "For seeing me…and for loving me."

"Always," you replied, squeezing his hand.

Jeongin looked at the photo album again, a small laugh escaping his lips. "You’re so cheesy, you know that?" he teased, his voice back to its usual playful tone, the spark of mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Yeah, well, you like cheesy," you shot back, nudging him playfully. "Ja- hana dul set- CHEESE!" You sung, earning a melodic laugh and dimpled smiled as he pulled you closer until you were nestled comfortably against his side, his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

"I guess I do," he admitted softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I guess I do."

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@abovenyx @wolfs-archive @oddracha

@iyeeeverydee @parisanmorovati @seungmincenteric

@panbish-1209 @fxiry-vtt @sseawavee

@shuporanporang @amarecerasus @softkisshyunjin

@whoa-jo @meanergreener @rikibun

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@skzstan12345 @mariteez @allys-reads

@jazziwritesthings @skzstannie @yongbokkiesworld

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@minsungsthirdwheel @everlastingspring143 @joyofbebbanburg

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[incorrectskzquotes]

Seungmin: Can you turn on the light? Hyunjin: I don't need to. You're the only light I need in my life~ Seungmin: Seungmin: Hyunjin I can't fucking see-

[broken-glowsticks]

This MV was wild and had some truly unserious moments BUT SEUNGMIN LOOKED SO GOOD THE WHOLE TIME

SEUNGMIN + GIANT MV.

[innieseong]

“𝐒𝐊𝐙 - 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒”

✧꡴ - 𝟎𝐓𝟖 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 - ꡴✧

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 - As the leader of Stray Kids, Bang Chan has a natural sense of responsibility toward his members and fans. His caring, mature, and thoughtful personality aligns perfectly with the “Overprotective Best friend” trope. He is the type who would always look out for you, making sure you’re comfortable and safe. He's deeply responsible and tends to put others first, showing his affection through acts of service and attention to detail.

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨 ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

𝐄𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - Lee Know's sharp tongue and playful, teasing nature could easily lead to a lot of "banter" with someone who he might clash with. His mischievous side might create moments where you start to think he's difficult or even annoying at first. (Start of the enemies) However, beneath all that sarcasm and teasing is a caring side that slowly slips through. As you spend more time together, the initial tension would turn into affection, making him the perfect candidate for the "Enemies to Lovers" trope.

𝐒𝐞𝐨 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧 )⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲 - Changbin's playful, lighthearted side fits best with the "Sunshine Boy" trope, especially when paired with you, who's a little more closed-off or grumpy. His vibrant energy and optimistic outlook on life would be the perfect antidote for you, who is more serious, moody, or skeptical about love. While you might roll your eyes at his over-the-top enthusiasm at first, Changbin's genuine affection and refusal to let things stay gloomy would gradually win you over. He'd shower you with constant support, jokes, and little thoughtful gestures that bring you out of your shell, proving that no matter how grumpy you get, he's always there to brighten your world <3

𝐇𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧 )￣▽￣)

𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 - Hyunjin has a striking, almost ethereal beauty, his sharp features, smooth dance moves, and charismatic stage presence make him a visual standout. In this trope, you would be the one who sees beyond his physical beauty and fame, recognizing the sensitive, more fragile parts of him. You would be there to support him through his insecurities, offering comfort and reassurance when he doubts himself. While Hyunjin may initially push you away or feel unworthy of your love, over time, you help him heal, fostering his emotional growth and self-acceptance. Your love would be blossom, and it’ll show Hyunjin that his worth isn't defined by his appearance or achievements, but by the person he is inside. (Love him so much :/)

𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 (●’◡’●)ﾉ

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 - Han, with his playful, energetic, and fun-loving nature, fits best into the "Childhood Sweetheart" trope. He seems like the type who would have been a bright, cheerful presence in your life even from a young age. Growing up together, you and him would have shared countless memories, like riding bikes, playing games, and perhaps even dreaming about the future together. Han's mischievous, teasing side would have made him the kind of friend who'd always find ways to make you laugh, even during the toughest moments.

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐨𝐤 (*^‿^*)

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 - like changbin’s, Felix's gentle, sweet nature, combined with his signature bright smile, fits the "Sunshine" trope a bit too well. He's the kind of person who literally radiates positivity and warmth, making others feel instantly comfortable and cared for. In a relationship, Felix would be the one who showers you with affection, always providing comfort and making you feel loved:3

𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧 (•̀ᴗ•́)و

𝐅𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - seungmin’s often seen as a dependable and somewhat no-nonsense type of guy, especially when he's focused on his work or the group. If he were to enter a fake relationship, it would likely be because of some practical reason, like helping out a friend, fending off annoying relatives, or making someone jealous. Initially, Seungmin would take the role seriously, maintaining the image of the "perfect couple" with a calm and composed exterior, which might feel a bit awkward for him at first— especially if you’re more playful or exuberant.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧 ヽ(♡‿♡)ノ

𝐏𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐬 - Jeongin, being the youngest member of the group, has a shy, sweet, and sensitive personality. He's often seen as a little quieter compared to the other members. As someone who may be more introverted or private, Jeongin could definitely fit into this trope, where he feels more comfortable expressing his true thoughts and emotions through writing than in face-to-face conversation. Jeongin starts exchanging letters with someone online. At first, the letters would be simple-talking about your lives, favorite music, or interests. However, over time, Jeongin would begin to open up more about his personal struggles, dreams, and hopes-things he might find hard to express out loud. (Best one yet :3)

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[chancheols]

Average 2Min interaction.

[writeonwhiskey]

how about a seungmin drabble? something dirty and sweet? plz 💕

This is an ask that I'm including with a comment that requested a Seungmin one-shot. The more specific request was for a "best friend's brother" type story. I hope you and @miniversed enjoy it!

a/n: a semi-sweet drabble. i'm working on keeping things short because I really started writing the entire backstory for these two lol but i've narrowed it down to this one scene! this has not been edited, take it easy on me.

warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f receiving) - 18+ ONLY

word count: 2,362

You’re seated on the vanity counter with Seungmin between your legs. You don’t know how you got here, but a voice in the back of your head is screaming that you shouldn’t have accepted the invitation to come see him perform—especially without your best friend.

You part your lips as his tongue invades your mouth, satiating the desire that’s been growing in you for fourteen years. You’ve fantasized about this moment countless times and now that it’s finally happening, you want nothing more than to give in to the moment.

But you know this isn’t right. You shouldn’t be doing this.

You shouldn’t have come to this room with him.

You tangle your hands in his short, dark hair, leaning back as he starts kissing down your neck.

This is your best friend’s brother for crying out loud. What would she think? What would she say?

“Wait, wait, Seungmin,” you tug on the strands of his hair to pull him away from you. You should probably shut your eyes while you say this. You can’t look at his face—his perfect fucking face. You’ve been drooling over his face even more than usual since he cut his bangs and added that slit in his eyebrow. You turn your head away from him, shaking it, “We can’t.”

“Why not?” He softly pushes your hands away from his hair and resumes kissing your neck.

“No—wait, wait,” you say again. “What about your sister?”

“What about her?” He pulls back from you, his face scrunched up. “I don’t want to think about her right now.”

“Well, I can’t not think about her—she’s my best friend. I don’t know if she would forgive me for this.”

“She doesn’t have to know,” he shrugs.

“Seungmin,” you plead softly. “You have no idea how badly I want this. How long I’ve wanted this.”

“How long?” he asks, resting his hands on your thighs and spreading your legs apart. He doesn’t wait for your response before asking a follow up question. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted it?”

Your eyes open wide. You watch as his finger inches higherup your thighs, slipping beneath your skirt. You shake your head again.

“You remember that summer vacation you took with us to Jeju?” he asks softly.

Of course, you remember that trip. You were sixteen. He was seventeen. You were nervous to go out on the beach in your bathing suit—your first time wearing one since your body had fully developed. You were afraid what people might think or say, but Seungmin smiled when he saw you and all your worries were flushed down the drain.

“I’d never seen you like that before,” he says. “You want to know what I did that night?”

Your eyes are locked on his arms on your thighs, his hands have now fully disappeared beneath your skirt. You feel his fingers rubbing along the edges of your underwear.

“I stroked my cock while thinking of you, y/n,” he admits.

“Seungmin,” you whisper. You place your hands on his chest to keep his mouth from coming back to yours.

He uses one finger to pull your underwear towards him.

“Do you want me to stop?”

You look around the empty dressing room, eyes keying in on the door to make sure it’s locked. You don’t want any of the other members or staff to come in and see you like this. This secret can’t get out. It could ruin everything.

“No, I don’t,” you tell him. “But that doesn’t mean we should keep going.”

He slips his other hand between the opening he created in your underwear, sliding a finger up and down your slit causing you to gasp, then moan. Your hands slide up to the back of his neck, clasping together.

He takes the opportunity to lean forward again and reclaim your mouth. You part your lips, allowing his tongue to enter. He tastes of adrenaline and betrayal. He keeps leaning forward, forcing you back against the mirror as he kisses you, his finger still sliding along your slit.

“We could stop,” he says, breaking the kiss momentarily. “If we keep going, though, I promise you I’ll never say a word.”

You weigh your options as his finger keeps teasing your pussy. You pull him to you to kiss him again—a bad decision. You’re ready to throw caution to the wind so long as he’s touching you like this.

This is the boy you’ve had a crush on since he walked you home in second grade and it hasn’t faded. As much as you willed it to. This is the boy who came to your rescue in the middle of the night when you started your period and his sister was asleep—he found pads for you and provided a change of clothes since you’d ruined your own.

This is the boy you cooked countless meals for when you would stay the night, and he returned from practice at 12:00am. When everyone else was asleep and he wanted a hot, fresh meal, you were there to serve him. This is the boy whose compliments on your cooking encouraged you to pursue culinary school. This is the boy who brought his entire group to the restaurant you work at and ensured them it would be the best meal of their life.

This is the boy you can’t get enough of. You have to have him. Even if it’s just once. Even if it has to be a secret. Even if it can never happen again.

You slide your hands down and push back on his chest once more. You hold your fist out in front of him, pinky raised. This is so wrong.

“Promise?” you ask.

He hooks his pinky through yours with a crooked grin, “Promise.”

He lowers your intertwined pinkies until your hand is at the waistband of his pants and as you fumble with the button, his lips crash against yours.

So many thoughts are racing through your head—is this really okay? Will his sister ever find out? Will you be able to live with this secret?

But then, he’s pulling your underwear down and, quite frankly, you couldn’t give two shits. That’s for the you of tomorrow to worry about. Tonight you get to have him. Fucking finally.

You successfully unbutton and unzip his pants, and he steps back to pull your underwear completely off. You relax against the cold mirror, watching as he removes the sweatshirt he’s wearing and when his bare torso comes into view, you know you’ve made the right decision for yourself.

You have to experience this. Even if it’s just once. You have to get him out of your system and lay this crush to rest.

He pushes his pants and boxers down as he steps back towards you, freeing his cock. You subconsciously lick your lips at the sight, and he chuckles in response. You wiggle around on the desk, lifting your skirt up higher and scooting to the edge.

He grabs you by the waist with one hand, and spits in the other before sliding it against your pussy. He grips the base of his cock and lines himself up at your opening.

You lock your hands together behind his neck, biting your lip and holding your breath for what’s to come. His lips are back on yours as he slowly eases his cock inside. You moan into his mouth as he buries himself in you, partially in shock that this is really happening and not another dream.

He places his other hand on your waist and moves you closer to the edge of the vanity counter as he starts slowly thrusting in and out of you.

You squeeze your eyes shut, reveling in the feeling. You rock your hips back against his. He groans and breaks the kiss, pulling back to watch his cock at work.

“You’re so wet for me, y/n,” he says.

You moan and nod.

“How long?” he asks.

You’re so focused on fucking him back it takes you a moment to realize he’s even asked you a question.

“Too long,” you breathe.

“And is it as good as you imagined?” A coy smile is on his lips.

“Better,” you reply without hesitation.

He suddenly withdraws from you, but before you can panic that you’ve said the wrong thing, he drops to his knees. He hooks his arms under thighs, hands reaching over them to spread your pussy apart. He presses a long, hard lick up your slit and you just about collapse.

Your brain cannot comprehend. Seungmin is on his knees. Licking your pussy.

“Mmmm,” he moans between licks, “we taste good together.”

You fall back against the mirror with a heavy, satisfied sigh.

Why would he say that? How can you live knowing his lips have uttered such a phrase. How can you look him in the eyes the next time you’re with him and his family, and your best friend, knowing he’s said that?

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

And then, his fingers are inside you while he sucks your clit into his mouth. And it doesn’t fucking matter. You’ll figure it out.

“Seungmin,” you pant.

He doesn’t stop his actions, but he looks up at you with those deep, brown eyes and your heart all but explodes at the sight. His face, buried between your thighs, eyes locked on you and only you as he fucks you with his fingers; his mouth working wonders on your clit.

“Can you—please,” you try to get a sentence out but your head falls back against the mirror with a thud, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your hips thrust against his fingers and mouth of their own accord and your arch your back.

“Fuck, yes,” he pauses sucking your clit to say, “Give it to me, y/n.”

And how could you not?

You grit your teeth to keep from alerting the entire backstage crew of your activities. You place your feet on the counter, gripping your hands in his hair and pushing your hips against his face as you come.

His fingers and mouth don’t stop until you’ve finished trembling. You collapse against the counter with a sigh as he stands, his mouth smiling and glistening with your juices. Holy fuck, you can’t believe your eyes.

Even in your weakened state, you still want to taste him. You use all your remaining energy to sit up and reach for his cock.

“Next time,” he says pushing your hand aside as he pulls you down from the counter.

You stare back at him, blinking. Dumbfounded.

You never intended for this to happen in the first place. Now he’s insinuating there will be a next time? You don’t know if you can handle it. But you do know that it shouldn’t happen.

He kisses you, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. And he’s right—you do taste good together. It’s a shame.  

He turns you around, forcing you down with a hand on your back until your torso is pressed against the counter. He pushes your skirt up higher, exposing your ass. He palms one cheek as he lines himself up at your entrance again. You glance at him over your shoulder, watching as he eases himself into you and let out a sigh when he’s all the way in.

It truly feels better than you could have ever imagined. Is it because this feels taboo? Is it because having his cock inside you feels like everything you could ever want or need?

You wiggle your ass back against him and turn your head to face the mirror. You watch his reflection as he slowly withdraws, then slams himself back into you. You both moan as he repeats the process, gripping your hips to pull you to him with even more force.

You lay your palms flat against the counter, bending your knees slightly to bounce back against him.

“Y/n,” he groans, his eyes glued to where your bodies are connected, “I never thought—oh, fuck!”

You fuck him back as he loses his train of thought and smacks your ass. He bares his teeth, breathing heavily as he rams into you.

This is so wrong, and you both know it. There may be consequences to pay, but it will be worth it.

“I’m gonna come,” he warns you.

You lock eyes with him through the mirror and give a subtle nod. His fingers dig into your waist, and he pulls you back against him with all the strength in him as he comes.

His thrusts slow down as he spills into you. You rest your head against the counter to hide your smile, satisfied with each groan that falls from his lips.

When he’s done, he fully withdraws his cock and takes a step back to admire his handiwork.

“Don’t move,” he says, pulling his pants back up. He then digs inside his back pocket and retrieves his phone.

“Seungmin,” you protest and start to stand.

He lowers you back against the counter and presses his jeaned thighs against your bare ass. He angles his phone above you and snaps a picture.

“I need something to get me through this tour,” he tells you.

You’re not sure what to make of that, but it feels like a compliment.

He puts his phone back into his pocket and palms your ass again, making you moan. He steps away and picks up your underwear from the ground, tucking them into his front pocket. He reaches over you for the tissue on the counter and finally wipes you clean.

“You should come out with us tonight to celebrate the start of the tour,” he says, tossing the tissue into the trash.

“I should probably go home and shower,” you say, standing up and turning to face him.

“Not yet,” he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you to him. “I want you to walk around with us on you for a while.”

You look up at him and take a deep breath. What have you gotten yourself in to?

a/n: how was that? did my best to keep it short and to the point! hehe this was fun! once again, asks are open for one-shots!

[scorpi14]

why is han's tongue out like that tho. like SIR

STRAY KIDS ★ 合 (HOP) TEASER IMAGES / ‘WALKIN ON WATER’

[userchali]

SEUNGMIN IN EVERY SKZ CODE: EP. 01

[loserlvrss]

𝐁𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 k. seungmin ( 김승민 )

synopsis | seungmin as your boyfriend through instagram stories.

pairing : seungmin x gn!reader genre : smau, fluff, lowk crack ? warnings : language, calling min a dog word count : n/a

authors note : new theme new me ???

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[hyyunjinnn]

Why do I find this cute lol 😂

brokie ..

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[faunandfloraas]

SONG by ep.06 그리워해요 (2NE1 Cover)

[midnighthazee]

Greenridge ABO Series

Series Masterlist Masterlist

Warnings: explicit language, pet names, mentions of your past trauma, mentions of rape, fluff (I think that's it?)

WC: 5209

Chapter 9

(Day 12 with Greenridge)

It had been a week since you finally began to nest. You’ve changed your room around three times since then but you finally have it the way you like… you think…

You were, however, settling in nicely. You’re getting used to being around all the boys and find yourself more comfortable around them. While you haven’t initiated any type of physical contact, you’ve allowed them to be more touchy with you. Sure you still flinch here and there but you’re also instantly melting into their touch. Never mind the fact that now you seem to crave their company. You spend as much time as you can with at least one of them, only alone when sleeping, getting ready for the day, or getting ready for bed.

Jeongin’s rut lasted the whole five days, which was new to him. He thanked everyone for their help, everyone having pitched in at least once to help out. While he did get through it, he believes it lasted the whole five days because his body didn’t get what it was craving - you.

He came back a few days ago, avoiding you at first to freshen up. He had spent the morning with Hyunjin straightening up the rut house. Things were back where they went, dishes returned, fridge restocked, and sheets changed. Jeongin took his time getting dressed, worried how he would react upon seeing you - worried you would go off on him even though Chan said you were ‘surprisingly understanding’.

He definitely didn’t expect you to come knocking on his door and hand him a plate of brownies.

“I made them myself.” you had said, a big smile on your face.

He looked warily at them.

“It’s Felix’s recipe. I didn’t poison them. It’s a peace offering.”

He smiled, taking the plate and eating one (four actually). You giggled as he kept eating them, Hyunjin eventually snatching the plate away. He was happy you were okay with him, although he felt so detached seeing how close you were with everyone else. He had to make up for lost time.

So for the past couple days, if he wasn’t training, he was hanging out with you. You didn’t mind. In fact, you grew quite fond of the little alpha. And in no time, it was like he had been there all along and not isolated away.

No more members of the Nykos had shown up, thankfully. At first Chan didn’t tell you, afraid to upset you and make you worry. But he also didn’t want to keep secrets from you. Truthfully, he didn’t know if he was relieved or more worried without their visits but as far as he knew, they didn’t know you were here. Of course it wouldn’t be surprising if they somehow did. 

Chan thought it best to increase his numbers while he could and had gone to some of the neighboring packs to bring more allies to his side, should a fight ensue. He knew a few packs that hated the Nykos and refused to submit to their rule - going to them first. In no time he gained twenty new men - one of the packs had thirteen members, the other only seven. Today he was going to go to the pack the farthest away. It was going to be a toss up whether they agree to help since they usually stay out of the drama between the younger packs. But with age comes wisdom and strength, and Chan wanted that on his side.

“Minho, do you need anything before we leave? We should only be gone overnight.” Chan asked, flanked by Jisung and Hyunjin.

“I think we’re good. Don’t worry about us. We got this. Go get us more people.” Minho said with a nod.

“Alpha Jaebeom will hopefully agree to help us. He’s an old friend of Alpha Seungcheol, so I’m having him meet us there.” Chan informed.

“Okay. I have Alpha Jungwon’s number if I need to call him.”

“Seungcheol is bringing a couple of his with him too so call Wonwoo if you need the pack.”

“I got it. Now go.” Minho practically pushed him out of the kitchen.

Chan looked over to where you were sitting on the island, your lips turned to a pout and eyes sad.

“Don’t worry, baby.” He said, coming over and kissing you on the forehead. “We will be back as soon as possible. No one is going to get you while I’m away.”

You nod, forcing a smile. He pulled you into a hug.

“That’s my girl. So brave and strong.” Pulling back, his thumb grazed your cheek as he cupped your face.

“Alright. See everyone tomorrow.” Chan waved, kissing Minho goodbye. 

Felix of course ran over to get his goodbye kiss from the three of them, and then they were gone. You hadn’t even properly kissed any of them yet and you wondered who would be the first. 

Suddenly, you knew who. And you didn’t want to wait. Taking off, you swing open the garage door and hurried over to the car, Chan backing out. He gets out of the garage, stopping when he sees you running over. He rolls down the window, worried. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Before you can talk yourself out of it or get nervous, you lean into the window and smash your lips on his. He’s taken back, but soon his lips move with yours. Your whole body feels like it's thrumming with electricity. Butterflies in your stomach and for the first time, you feel… alive. You’ve never felt this good, feeling your bond growing stronger by the second. His hand is resting on your cheek as he deepens the kiss.

Someone clearing their throat brings you both back to reality and you pull away, biting your lip.

“Drive safe.” you say, staring deep into his eyes.

“I will.”

“Where’s my goodbye kiss?” Hyunjin asks, leaning over from the passenger side with a pout.

“Me too.” Jisung rolls down his window, puckering his lips at you.

You blush, hiding your face.

“You better come back home if you want a kiss.” You say, scurrying back inside the house.

Chan had the biggest grin plastered on his face the majority of the drive, high off your initiated affection and feeling closer to you. He also liked that it was just him that you had kissed, however selfish that made him. He couldn’t wait to get back home and do it again.

Minho smirked at you, clearly knowing what just happened, as you walked through the garage door. You avoided his gaze, the others clearly oblivious as they were watching TV in the living room. You went to the barstool and sat next to Minho.

“So if you’re Chan’s right hand man…aren’t you supposed to go to important meetings like this?” you question.

Minho turns to you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as he smiles.

“Normally I do. Changbin too since he’s the head beta. But with you here, Chan wants the next strongest in the pack with you while he’s away….given the circumstances.” Minho explains.

Of course he was still protecting you even while away. He had been doing it from the start - the whole time you had been here, Changbin or Minho was always with you if Chan wasn’t. It made so much sense now. 

You went over and opened the pantry, browsing for a snack. You finally found one you liked and grabbed it. You stepped back to close the door, only to have the snack snatched from your hand.

“Hey!” you exclaimed.

Your snack thief was Seungmin.

He giggled as he moved away. But you weren’t having it. You began to chase him around the island, demanding he give it back. Of course he opened it and began eating it.

“That was the last one!” You complain.

Seungmin froze, looking at you pouting. “Really?”

You nod. 

“Fine. You can have it.” Seungmin gave it back, kissing you on the cheek.

“Chan just bought a new pack yesterday.” Minho noted.

You glared at him, peeking at Seungmin as he realized you tricked him. Your grip on the snack bag tightened as you squealed when Seungmin lunged at you. He just missed you but quickly made up for it. He scooped you up, making you giggle.

“You lied to me, darling” He feigns shock. “You’re a little trickster.”

You giggle. “Put me down.”

“Nope.” Seungmin walked over and dropped you on the couch, hopping over the back to sit next to you. You collected yourself, dramatically eating the snack in front of him. He just smiled at you, enjoying this moment. 

It was late afternoon, the six of you watching the k-drama Vincenzo, when Changbin paused it.

“Hey!” Everyone whined.

“We all need to get off the couch. We’ve been sitting here for the past two days. Everyone needs to go for a run.”

The boys groaned, definitely not in the mood to go for a run. You didn’t want to either - you wanted to finish the show since you were so into it. 

“Yah! Do you wanna be in fighting shape or not? I’m sure the Nykos and their allies aren’t sitting on their asses.” Changbin argued.

You swallowed thickly - they most certainly weren’t. You had hardly ever seen them watching tv. They were always on the move doing this or that. It was like they never took a day off. So it’s safe to say now they have more of a reason to not sit idle.

“You heard him. Get up!” Minho demanded.

They all groaned and got up, going upstairs to get dressed in some exercise clothes. You went too, going to get dressed as well. It wasn’t your first training session with Changbin but you were still sore from the weight training the other day. The day before that, he had you working on cardio.

Your body was not used to all the physical activity, but it also felt better - like your body was thriving off it. It was exhilarating. Plus you liked spending time with Changbin and staring at his muscles.

Changbin made each of them run two miles on the property while he brought you into the little gym for some strength training. Minho was upstairs, being on guard while everyone was busy (he would work out after).

Changbin started you with small weights, having you do reps to strengthen your arms, abs, and legs. You held the weights at your ears, squatting, and when you stood you raised the weights over your head. You did fifteen reps of that three times. He also had you do lunges, squats and situps too.

Everyone finished running and Changbin instructed them on their own version of strength training as you finished up. Panting, you lay on the floor as your body aches. 

“Running time.” Changbin says. 

“I can’t run two miles!” you exclaimed.

“I know. But we are going to have you run for a bit. Now come on.” Changbin insisted.

He gave instructions to everyone else to finish off their workouts. Then after they would do some sparring. Then he dragged you outside and started a timer on his watch.

“Ready? Go.” 

You began jogging, Changbin at your side. You took the trail on the west side of the property, keeping away from the Nyko border. You didn’t know how long he was going to make you run but he was keeping pace with you, even though you knew he was much faster. You stole a glance at him, smirking. 

Suddenly you push your legs faster, now sprinting as you initiate a race. Changbin chuckles and speeds up, catching up easily and passing you. You dash through the brush on the side, taking a shortcut Jisung had shown you and come out in front of him once more.

“Cheater!” he called out, moving impossibly faster to catch up to you yet again.

You smiled, the wind in your face and the earth beneath your feet. Running was so freeing to you, that you loved it despite the groans you give Changbin about it every time. Maybe it was because you’d been locked in a cage the majority of your life. But this…this was so freeing and didn’t want to lose it.

Changbin called out to you, but you didn’t hear him. You were too lost in the euphoric feeling as the sun shined down on you. You jogged through the trees, darting over branches and bushes, falling logs, and the small creek. You were getting stronger and faster. You could feel it. You didn’t run this fast when the brothers hunted you. But then again, maybe you didn’t because you wanted them to end your suffering.

“Y/N!” Changbin said, cutting you off.

He caught you before you bumped into him, spinning you around. His hands were around your waist, your faces close enough to each other you could kiss. He placed you down, you both panting and catching your breath.

“You’ve gotten so fast in the past couple days.” Changbin noted.

You were too out of breath to talk, exhilarated from the run. You could feel the slight pressure he had as he held you by the waist, your skin feeling tingly. Blushing, you step back and he drops his hands.

“We should head back.” you say between breaths.

“Can I kiss you?” Changbin blurted out.

“What?” you asked, not sure you heard him right over the pounding of your heart in your ears.

“I know you kissed Chan. I figured you would want the alphas to be first, so it’s okay if you say no. I won’t be offended, but I just… I can feel the bond between us getting stronger. And I don’t know if you c-” Changbin rambled.

“Kiss me.” You cut him off.

Changbin froze, looking into your eyes.

You stepped forward, bodies pressed together, and whispered, “Kiss me, Changbin.”

He pressed his lips to yours, softer than you thought he would, and wrapped his arms around your waist. He pressed your body into his, as your lips moved in sync with each other. It felt like another puzzle piece of the bond clicked into place, strengthening what you already knew was there. 

His tongue swiped across your lips, pleading for them to part. You did so, allowing your tongues to dance together as your arms wrapped around his neck. His lips were soft, his body firm against yours. He made you feel so safe - your own bodyguard.

Breaking away, you two caught your breaths. Changbin knew if he didn’t stop himself, he would take you right here in the woods. But he also knew you weren’t ready for that, so he released you. You cleared your throat, wiping your palms on your pants. Your body felt like it was on fire, craving more of the affection. You didn’t want to stop but you knew it was for the best.

“Race you home?” you quirked an eyebrow.

“You’re on.” Changbin said.

With that, you both took off, Changbin letting you win. The boys greeted you, stopping their sparring.

“Tomorrow, you’re gonna learn some sparring.” Changbin says.

Your eyes go wide. You’re excited to be included in all the things they do, treated equally, but the thought also scares you. You were definitely going to get your ass beat.

The drive to the Ahgase pack took a few hours but they finally made it. It was early evening and they were expecting them for dinner. Seungcheol had already arrived but was waiting for Chan to arrive before heading inside.

“Alpha Chan. Good to see you.” Seungcheol shook his hand, bringing him into a hug.

“You too Alpha Seungcheol.” Chan smiled. “Uh, these are my betas Hyunjin and Jisung.”

The two betas bowed towards Seungcheol.

“Minho must be on omega duty.” Seungcheol laughed.

Chan nodded, smiling.

“This is my Alpha Joshua and Head Beta Woozi.” Seungcheol introduced.

Joshua bowed his head, same as Chan, and Woozi bowed fully as did Hyunjin and Jisung.

“Shall we go in?” Seungcheol gestured towards the front door, allowing Chan to lead the way.

“You think we can convince them?” Chan spoke in a low voice to Seungcheol.

“He’s gonna play hard to get, but I believe you can.” Seungcheol gave him a reassuring smile.

Chan rang the doorbell, taking a breath and collecting himself. The door swung open, an attractive male answering. He smiled, stepping aside to let them enter. Chan could smell him in the breeze - beta.

“Welcome. I’m beta Jackson.” he introduced once everyone was inside.

They all slipped off their shoes and proceeded inside, following Jackson through the house. It was an immaculate house - definitely of old money. There was so much ornate detail in the railings of the stairs and balcony, and even in the crown molding. There were statues and figurines on display worth more than the Greenridge house. 

The house was modernized and tastefully done. It held the true character it had developed with time, but still was up to date. Chan was in awe at the place, hoping one day to move his pack into a house like that. He knew you would love it and wished you could see it.

“Welcome.” A male voice spoke, emerging from the kitchen on the right. “Seungcheol, good to see you.”

“Likewise. It’s been too long.” Seungcheol hugged his old friend. “Jae, I would like to introduce you to my good friends from the Greenridge pack. Alpha Chan and his two betas Hyunjin and Jisung.”

“Pleasure to meet you.” Jaebeom offered his hand. 

Chan took it, shaking it as he bowed.

“Are you a pack of only one alpha?” Jaebeom asked.

A few others emerged, flanking Jaebeom.

“No. I have two other alphas, one of which just recently presented.”

“Ah, I bet he keeps you busy.”

“Yes.” Chan laughs nervously.

“This is my alpha, Mark. And you met my beta Jackson. This is one of my other betas Jinyoung.” Jaeboem introduced the people behind him.

All six of them bowed, showing respect for the older pack.

“Shall we eat? Dinner is currently being served.” Jaebeom clapped his hands together.

“Please, I’m starving.” Jisung blurted out, earning a glare from Chan.

Jaebeom laughed. “I like him.”

They followed them into the dining room, a huge live edge oak table in the center of it. There were fourteen upholstered chairs in a merlot velvet with wooden legs. They had tall backs, two seam lines going down the inside. The walls were paneling painted in a deep olive green, windows on one side overlooking the backyard just as luxurious as the house. The wall opposite of the windows held a rectangular mirror the length of the table, two china cabinets on each end displaying exquisite china.

The table was fully set for a six course meal, a few wine bottles at each end. The centerpiece was an overflow of flowers, some drooping white fillers, tall grass, stems of lavender, bushels of moss looking foliage and dahlias the color of the seats.

Suddenly, Chan felt they were very underdressed. Not that the Ahgase members were dressed formally - they were just as casual. Chan was sitting next to Jaebeom, who was at the head of the table, opposite of Seungcheol. Hyunjin, Jisung, Joshua, and Woozi were mixed in with Jaebeom’s pack at the table.

“Please, sit.” Jaebeom instructed as a butler pulled out his chair.

Jaebeom sat, placing his napkin on his lap. Everyone pulled out their chairs and sat, except for Seungcheol and Chan who had their chairs pulled out for them by Jaebeom’s employees.

Before Chan could get a word out, a few employees exited the kitchen carrying little plates. They all stood behind each chair, waiting for everyone to be in position before leaning around the person’s right to place the plate down.

“Thank you.” Chan said, slightly bowing at the woman.

Everyone began eating, small chatter starting towards the opposite end of the table. It was an amuse bouche of smoked salmon and cream cheese with diced cucumber on a two-bite sized slice of toasted french baguette.

“So Jaebeom..” Chan began. “We came here to-”

Jaebeom raised his hand to Chan. “Let’s enjoy dinner first. Then we can talk business, yeah?”

“Of course.” Chan nodded.

He was impatient of course, but he had to play along and prove himself if he wanted to be taken seriously.

Dinner was four courses and dessert. After the amuse bouche was a garden salad with the best dressing Chan and Hyunjin had ever tasted. But Jisung wasn’t the biggest fan. After that was a small plate of chicken and gnocchi in a creamy red chili basil sauce. It was heaven and Jisung wanted a whole plate to take home. Jinyoung assured him he would share the recipe, which Jisung said he would have Minho make.

The final entree was a plate of Brown sugar dijon glazed pork medallions on a bed of grilled asparagus and red skinned mashed potatoes. Hyunjin’s mouth was watering just looking at it. It was paired with a delicious red wine that complemented the pork beautifully. They dug in eagerly, enjoying every bite of it.

Small talk went around the table, even between Chan and Jaebeom, but the important topic was left till later.

“We have a few minutes before dessert…” Jaebeom spoke. “I hear you’re looking for help regarding the Nyko pack. Seungcheol was vague in his explanations but why would you pick a fight with them?” 

“I thought there was an agreement between the two packs.” Mark spoke.

“Yes. We do have one, which unfortunately I think I may have broken.”

“You broke the agreement and now you want us to help you?” Jaebeom quirked an eyebrow, looking at Seungcheol who smiled sheepishly.

“It’s not like that. I didn’t break it intentionally or maliciously. A young omega showed up on our territory. She was injured and unconscious, nevermind underweight and malnourished. They were abusing her.”

Jaebeom shifted in his seat, eyes flicking to the members of his pack as they all were on the edge of their seats. They had a few omegas in their own pack and they knew how valuable and precious they were. To hear of one being abused and unloved was…unsettling to say the least.

“I guess the rumors are true.” Jinyoung muttered.

“What rumors?” Seungcheol asked.

“I’ve heard Lewis was an…unfair and abusive leader. There’s no proof so the higher ups never do anything. You know they don’t like to get involved unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

“Y/n says there’s two other omegas still there.” Hyunjin added.

“So what’s your plan? Invade their territory, kill them all and rescue the omegas?

“More or less.” Chan shrugged. “I can’t stand around and do nothing. He needs to be stopped. And if I don’t make a move first, he will come for her and try to take her back.”

“These young packs are so… what’s the word?” Jaebeom said with a sigh, rolling his neck. “So impulsive.”

“What would you do then?” Chan asked.

“I’d watch my tone for one.” Mark commented.

“She is your soulmate, yes?” Jaebeom asked.

“Yes. All of ours actually.” Chan stated.

“Wait….she’s the soulmate to all….eight of you?” Bambam questioned.

“Yes.” The three Greenridge members said.

“Aish.” Jaebeom ran his fingers through his hair. “No wonder you are so worked up about it.”

“Would you not be for your omega?” Chan challenged.

“I am truly sorry your omega went through the things she did. But she made it out and she has you now. I’m sure the mental trauma will take time to heal through but physically, I’m sure she’s healed. That doctor Quinn is a miracle worker.” Jaebeom sipped his wine. “The twenty-eight of you should be able to enforce the agreement to stand, seeing as Lewis was in the wrong first. Have you not tried speaking with him first? I have found that a lot of conflicts in my younger days could have easily been solved if we had talked things out and reached a…well if we had reached an agreement. Your fathers did the same years ago, did they no?” 

“Lewis is not a man to reason with. He’s all violence and control. If we were to talk it out, it would have to be on his terms.” Chan ran his fingers through his hair, thinking over how he would even go about it.

“So make it seem like it’s on his terms… that it was his idea.” Jaebeom suggested. “Unfortunately, I’m not a fan of getting involved with the juvenile packs and their squabbles.”

“Please.” Chan begged, not even embarrassed in the slightest to show his desperation to his lessers. “She was shot forty four times that night - four cobalt and the rest silver. She told us they liked to hunt her for fun and only let her out of some dungeon cell to entertain themselves. They raped her, used her with their friends doing god knows what, and beat her down till she had no hope left.”

“She was also marked by Lewis.” Hyunjin added, knowing it was hard for Chan to say himself.

Chan clenched his jaw.

“He marked an omega that wasn’t his soulmate?”

“Yes.” Chan said through gritted teeth. “He made her believe he was her soulmate.”

Before Jaebeom could respond, a lady came over and leaned down asking if they were ready for dessert. Jaebeom nodded and everyone straightened in their chairs. The tension in the air was palpable.

“Please enjoy dessert while I talk with my pack.” Jaebeom says.

The entirety of his pack stood and exited the dining room as the women came out with plates of dessert. It was a square of pink looking jello, some sort of white cream and yellow cake bottom. It had a flattened flower garnishing the top. After all the plates were set down, one of the servers stood behind the head chair.

“Dessert is a rose blossom panna cotta tart. Please enjoy.” She bowed and walked back into the kitchen with her team.

“Rose blossom?” Jisung whispered, eyeing it.

Hyunjin took a bite and his eyes opened wide. “Mmmm”

Jisung tried a bite and also enjoyed it.

“It isn’t looking good, is it?” Chan asked Seungcheol.

“If he’s discussing it with the pack, that’s a good sign. Jaebeom doesn’t force his pack to do anything he wouldn’t. So he makes sure everyone is on board with something. If they aren’t he hears them out and considers it. He’s a very fair leader.” Seungcheol explains.

It was a little while longer when Jaebeom finally returned. He sat down, as did his fellow members. The members began eating their dessert, Jaebeom also taking a bite.

“We will agree to help you, should it come to a fight.” Jaebeom announced. “If my omega were to have been in that situation, I would probably have been pleading on every door to find help to stop the son of a bitch that refused to treat her like a queen.”

“Thank you.” Chan stood abruptly from his chair and shook Jaebeom’s hand. “Thank you so much.” 

Hyunjin and Jisung shook the hands of the Ahgase pack and thanked them for their support.

“Just call me and we will be there to help fight.” Jaebeom nods his head. “No one who treats an omega like that should be an alpha. I have connections with people of the Hybrid Association. I will send word and hopefully they can intervene before this becomes a full on war.”

“I appreciate that. Thank you so much.” Chan says.

Now that the main issue was settled, you all continued with conversation for the next hour, drinking more wine and touring the mansion.  The grounds were as immaculate as the inside with top notch landscaping done. Rose bushes trimmed to the nine, flowers planted strategically, and even shaped shrubs of a wolf, bunny, and elephant adorned the land. They also had a fountain in the backyard amidst a gravel pathway that led down to a gazebo in the far corner of the main lawn. Their property stretched onwards, beyond a dense woodland but there wasn’t anything to see back there.

“Please come by for breakfast in the morning before you leave. We truly enjoyed your company.” Jaebeom insisted.

“We appreciate the offer, but we don’t want to impose.” Chan smiled.

“You wouldn’t be.” Jaebeom assured.

“Okay. We would love to.” Chan smiled, his betas nodding in agreement.

“Great. See you at nine am.” Jaebeom said.

They said their goodbyes, heading to their motel for the night. With full bellies of delicious food, they were ready for sleep.

Back at the pack house, everyone was also settling down for sleep. You had a great day with the pack, even though you were sore as hell from your workout. Everyone was a little sore honestly.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, the coziness of your new sheets and room comforting you. Your nest was much better now, appealing to how you like it. You even had the boys’ scents mixed in now that they would come in there more often. It was definitely home.

You had been sleeping for only a few hours until a nightmare jolted you awake. You panted, looking around your dimly lit room. Your nightmare consisted of Chan being tortured and abused while you screamed, begged, and pleaded for Lewis to leave him alone. 

Shivering at the memory of the dream, you climb out of bed and step into the hall. You found yourself seeking the comfort and security of being with someone and not alone. Next door was Minho’s room and you found yourself opening his door.

You stepped inside, looking at him sleeping in his bed. Subconsciously, you walked over to him, reaching out to wake him. You thought better of it, and turned to leave.

“Where you going, kitten?” Minho asked in a raspy voice.

“I..uh..”

“What’s wrong?” Minho sat up, alert.

“I just…nothing.” you turned to leave once more.

“Y/n…”

“I just had a nightmare. I’m okay.” You whispered.

“You don’t have to go.” 

You turned around, looking at Minho. He opened the covers to his bed, encouraging you to come lay down. It felt so vulnerable…but you really didn’t want to go back and lay alone in your room. So you walked forward, going to the opposite side and crawling into bed.

You were a safe distance away and settled into his sheets, smothered in his scent but you didn’t mind. It was already lulling you to sleep when you felt Minho’s arm snake around and pull you to him.

You tensed, only to relax into his warmth as you were flush with his body. He was breathing in your scent, your hair in his face as he snuggled closer. You had never felt so safe and secure, falling asleep easily.

It was a peaceful slumber and you woke up feeling so rested. His bed was so comfy, his scent all around you. But…there was another scent. A scent you knew all too well.

Not again… you thought.

Minho had gone into a rut.

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