#Stray kids headcannons

[charmercharm3r]

Hihi! I really like your writings. 💕

I would like to make a request. One for ot8.

I would like to know the boys' reaction when you moan their name in your sleep. Like, you're best friends with so and so member and your sleeping over and you're having a wet dream and you moan their name out loud. What would their reaction be? What would they do? Would they say something to you or keep it to themselves? Would they make a move?

If you do this request, thank you so much! 💕

And if not, no worries and thank you nonetheless. 💕

i kept this in the vault for TOO LONG im sorry

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chan is a slut for you. S. L. U. T. even if you don’t know it. everyone knows this man is a night owl, so to get in your channie-time, you stay up with him a couple nights a week. one of those days happens to be in his bedroom. while he’s on a roll with this melody that’s stuck in his head, he’s humming into the microphone and has his big ass headphones on, so he doesn’t see you start to drift off. but when he finally returns to the outside world, he hears you mumbling in your sleep. you look so cute wrapped up in his bed, blanket tucked under your chin and taking up the entire single pillow he has. then you do it again, more intelligible this time. is that… his name?? he doesn’t do anything to stop you or wake you up. hard as a fucking rock, excuses himself to take a cold shower and get rid of the filthy thoughts swimming in his head. little does he realize that his mic is still recording. only later the next day when he’s going over the project does he catch the small moans in the background. those get put in an extra secret, extra secure folder on his phone. just for him, his hand, and the late, late night.

minho is the most straight forward out of all of them. he warned you, he didn’t want you to fall asleep in the first place because he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep fighting off the stupid warm bubbling in his belly cus you’re so damn cute. you always thought he was being his normal teasing self whenever he’d tell you, “stop falling asleep around me, i’ll fall in love with you, i swear.” no way did he have a crush on you, too. refusing to admit it, you fall asleep in his bed one night anyways. doesn’t get hard cus he’s in shock and almost bursts into laughter at you moaning his name in your sleep. not because he thinks you’re funny, but because he can’t believe you’re actually doing it. of your own free will— well, as much free will as you have when you’re unconscious. wakes you up immediately by tapping the pillow you lay on. his face is right in front of yours with the most serious look on his face. you don’t remember the dream, but still, he won’t let you sleep until you admit what you did >:(

changbin would wake you up immediately. what the fuck do you mean, you moan his name in your sleep?! this whole time?! he’s not gentle about it, his cute aggression a lot stronger now that he knows you feel the same. it was the first time you’d fallen asleep in front of him, and this happens?! he would’ve made you stay over more often if it would’ve led to this. cus he kisses you as soon as you confess that yes, you’re incredibly into him and care for him more than a friend. things get steamy, but you’re still half asleep! it is the a.m., after all. don’t worry, he doesn’t wanna move too fast. you’re the needy one (his words), so he’ll do all the work for now. some nice, desperately in love head for the first of many mind numbing orgasms, it practically rocks you back to sleep. this time, with him cuddled up beside you.

hyunjin knew it from the beginning. he’s intuitive when it comes to other people’s feelings and emotions, is also very emotionally mature. it helps that he knows you so well. falling asleep in his bed, you can’t help the wet dreams when he’s a dream personified. light touches of his fingertips over the outline of your body from your head to your ankles, not wanting to disturb you but also not being subtle. you mumbling his name in your sleep solidifies that you want him just as bad, he can’t pass up the opportunity! brushing your hair with his fingers softly, that wakes you up but only enough to know that it’s him touching you. he’d come in close to press a kiss to your cheek and you think that it’s just a sweet gesture, until he comes in closer and closer to your lips. oops, now you’re making out— and you don’t wanna stop. he’ll stick his hand down your sleep shorts, let you use him however you’d like, but that’s as far as he’ll go until you’re more of a sound mind. would love if he could kiss you until he fell asleep, too.

jisung is another one where you think he’s kidding every time he tells you he’s in love with you. he says it to everyone! he pretends to kiss all of his friends! except he only started doing it to mask how much he liked you. a movie night with him turned into a slumber party, you on the couch and him on the floor in front of you. when you fall asleep on your belly, one hand hanging off the edge and it whacks him in the face, then he hears the slightly incoherent murmurs of you saying his name. ohhh he’s hit the jackpot now, and bricked up like no fucking other. would kiss the inside of your palm to softly wake you up, except you’re deep in this dream and need a bit more than that to come back to reality. slips a hand under the back of your shirt to feel your warm skin and he almost melts cus you say his name louder, consciously. at least, semi. would— and will— rut against the side of the couch when you lead his hand down the back of your shorts to feel how much you want him. rips the fucking fabric off you immediately and goes to town just like that. does not care whatsoever if it’s an unconventional position for a first intimate moment together, he wants you. and later intends to make it clear that he will not try to kiss his friends anymore if you say you’ll date him.

felix is so timid when it comes to romantic relationships, so his mouth is like a vault locked and sealed away when he hears you moan his name in your sleep. however, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t pitch a tent in his pants, cus holy hell is he fucking hard. he isn’t shy when it comes to anything sexual, though. you two are close! so close that he feels comfortable enough to roll onto his back and pull his dick out of his underwear and dry fist himself to the sounds of your pretty whimpers for him. does he feel guilty? a little. would he do it again? absolutely. cums hard when your hips start to twitch slightly as though you’re reaching your own peak within the dream. will he be confessing after this? maybe, maybe not. who knows if he can even look you in the eyes again.

seungmin would also wake you up as soon as you say his name even just once. he’s not sweet about it, but he doesn’t make you feel like shit. kinda teases you and goads you into annoyedly confessing that yes, you have a massive fucking crush on him and yes, you were having a wonderful wet dream until he decided to ruin it. raises his eyebrows and smirks, “a wet dream about me,” as if you didn’t already fucking know that. asshole. kisses you to make you stay and forgive him for waking you up, but won’t outwardly admit he likes you back. intends on showing you that the feelings are reciprocated by making you cum on his fingers and in his mouth, “isn’t the real thing better? should’ve been having wet dreams about me this whole time.” “i have been.” “good to know. now, think you can handle more? one for each dream you’re gonna tell me about. who knows? maybe i’ll be nice enough to make it come true.”

jeongin is more flustered than you are when he accidentally falls off the bed and wakes you during his attempt at escaping. he’s only embarrassed because he’s hard as fuck and should not be thinking about his best friend like that— even if you’re thinking the same about him. it’s wrong! it’s immoral! and that’s why it turns him on so much. when you jolt awake to see him on the floor clutching his dick, he gets red in the face and ultimately admits that he was listening to you whimper his name in your sleep. it’s you who makes the first move and invites him back to bed, making him lay beside you while reassuring him that it’s okay to feel this way. he’s not doing anything wrong when you feel exactly the same. uh oh, you’re leaning in, does he kiss you? he wants to so bad. you’re so warm and smell so good. shivers covers his body when you trail your hand towards his waistband and simultaneously guide one of his towards your aching center. who would’ve thought a routine sleep over would’ve ended in the two of you hand fucking each other until you were kissed breathless and eventually fell back asleep in one another’s arms? he definitely didn’t.

[minhosimthings]

Girl Dad!Skz headcannons

Pairings: husband!Skz × wife!fem!reader

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff, mentions of pregnancy, reader wears a dress, mentions of food, teensy swearing

A/N: GUESS WHO HAS BABY FEVER AYY ITS THIS BITCH RIGHT HERE. I am so DONE with watching my fav idols play with babies and not expect me to die. WHERE IS MY CHAN WHO'LL GIVE MR A BABY HUH? anyways enjoy my very drunken headcannons

Bang Christopher Chan

DID I JUST HEAR BEST DAD IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD

This man was born to be a dad istg

He'd be so amazing when you're pregnant, like he'd ask his mom for advice, give you belly rubs if your ask and will willingly lend his entire closet to you.

Would be so supportive through the birth process, is not disgusted or anything because he is him.

"She looks just like you."

Would be just a teensy bit overprotective, just a teensy bit.

"And you will bring her back by 7 yes? Oh and what's your address for unrelated purposes?"

*sends the address to Minho incase he needs to murder anyone*

Would be so comforting when she gets her period

"you know I used to do this to your mother.", While massaging her back.

The baby would grow up multilingual and Chan would be so smug about it

"my daughter is my second producer

Lee Minho/Lee Know

Would have such mixed emotions when you tell him you're pregnant

On the one hand A PERSON MADE UP OF BOTH OF YOU? WOAH

On the other hand OH SHIT A PERSON WHO HAS BOTH OUR GENES

Cooks all your weird ass cravings for you but not before giving you a side eye

"Alright y'all are gonna get a sibling." *Is talking to the cats*

Buys everything cat themed

"baby what if the baby is a dog person?"

Y'all have twins, a boy and a girl (manifesting my twin dad Minho fantasies)

Would dance for them when they're babies and would get elated when they try to copy him

Pouts when their first word is mama

Brags so much about them

"I mean they are MY spawn, obviously they're better at dance than your kid, Susan"

Seo Changbin

GIRL DAD GIRL DAD GIRL DAD

So elated when you tell him you're pregnant

PREGNANT CUDDLES KZKSNSNJ

Would be a 100% on board with lifting your belly to save your back

When you find out it's a girl, he straight on sobs.

"I CAN'T HANDLE ANOTHER PAIR OF ADORABLE YN EYES LOOKING AT ME"

Holds the baby extra carefully in his buff ass arms

She looks like you part 2

Tea parties with her are serious buisness for him

"jagi can't you see im currently discussing with the princess about her magical dragon I'll do the dishes later."

Would probably ask her if she wants to go to the gym with her dad and when she says yes he'd be so happy

"you're better than your mother she can't even lift her ass up and go to the gym"

Hwang Hyunjin

When I say this man would paint you a portrait when you tell him you're pregnant-

HE'LL PAINT YOU A FUCKING PORTRAIT

So sweet with you all throughout but also a nervous wreck

Much like me

Would love to paint your belly if you allow him to

Would try your weird cravings with you

And actually like them

Let's not pretend like Hyun doesn't do the pregnant woman pose everyday

Cries so hard when your baby is born

He doesn't mind the gender or anything, but when he found out it's a girl-

"GUYS ITS A MINI Y/N"

She looks like you part 3

Such a clumsy mess when it comes to taking care of her

ART CLASSES ART CLASSES ART CLASSES

"Darling, we painted this for you."

Han Jisung

Immediately freezes when you tell him

Jisung.exe has stopped working

"wait so the protection didn't.... Protect?"

Now Y/N.exe has stopped working trying to figure out whether you actually used protection or not

Talks to your belly all day

Treats the baby like a gossip partner

"girl you won't believe what Hyunjin did today."

"what did he do?"

"yn shush I'm talking to our baby girl."

Is your personal high school cheerleader during the birth

"jagi you are slaying right now you can do this."

Cries when baby is born part 3

Calls her a co-producer part 2

Spoils her shitless

She has him wrapped around her finger, much like her mother :)

Making playlists with her is his love language

Lee Felix Yongbok

Did I just hear breeding kink

Cries when you tell him

Bakes so many brownies when you tell him like one time that you're craving his brownies

Makes your weird cravings part 3

Idk what it is with me and DanceRacha making all your weird cravings

Runs you baths, with bath salts, bath bombs, scented candles and massages your aching muscles I WILL DIE RIGHT NOW

Is the best during the birth, holds your hand allowing you to squeeze it as hard as you want

Dresses baby up like the fashionista she is

Is so amazed and ecstatic when the baby gets an Aussie accent

"JAGI SHE JUST SAID BREKKIE"

Kim Seungmin

Tsundere daddy meow

Will literally melt like his face will be like 🥺

Buys all the cute stuff on day one

I'm talking cradles, blinkies, toys, bonnets for some reason

"of course she needs a ponyo outfit darling come on"

Tones down his teasing a bit

Still makes fun of your penguin walk tho

And if you cry, he will comfort you and never forgive himself for it

Is kinda disgusted by the birth process but he's a strong soldier

Cries when baby is born part 4

Like Kim Seungmin crying is a real thing chat

Singing lessons are free for her, and she has her dad's angel voice!!

Also inherits her dad's roasting style, and she's the only one who can roast him back hehe

He kinda died inside when she told him he was old (he's never been prouder)

Yang Jeongin/ I.N

Bruh this guy istg

Mixed emotions part 2

"IM TOO YOUNG TO HAVE A CHILD"

Calms down eventually (after a slap on the head)

BELLY RUBS

Spoils the shit out of you because obviously

Asks his mum for advice part 2

Sings to your belly at night when he thinks you're asleep

Secretly hopes baby will have his dimple

He loves kids, so parenting is a natural thing that comes to him

Probably more experienced at holding a baby than you are

Feeds her for the first few days when you're tired

Perfect husband honestly he should marry me

Loves braiding her hair and giving her fashion advice

Mini fashion shows!!!

Dances with her a lot

[lovscb97]

synopsis: nerd!chan headcannons. that’s it. that’s the tweet.

tags: nerd!chan x cheerleader!fem!reader, fluff, meet cute, nerd!chan being in love, mentions of alcohol and drinking, kissing, nerd!chan being an inexperienced cutie, etc

wc: 1.48k

add. notes: while you guys wait for nerd!chan pt. 2 as i need to complete writing it and cannot really Do that w/ my current busy schedule (im nearing the end of first sem so i have lots of assignments #sad), i thought i’d treat u guys to some headcannons about him in the nerd!chan universe :3 enjoy!

pt. 1 / pt. 2 (coming soon!)

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#one. meeting you for the first time

chan has always been a shy kid. he doesn’t stray from his introverted bubble of close friends that he’s either grown up with or gotten to know through extra-curriculars, nor does he ever participate in social activities like parties the way most people in his university do. it’s his firm belief that he has no means to engage in stuff that will, in his words, lower his intelligence and distract him from his studies. he’s perfectly content remaining the way he is; a social outcast (according to changbin at least), because at the least in that sense he’s gaining something from not wallowing in alcohol every other night.

you, on the other hand, are actively always taking part in gatherings as such, having fun with your cheer girls and drinking to drown out the bitter reality of life (although you’d never admit that out loud). it’s your firm belief that college is for letting loose and having fun before entering the corporate world, and what better way to do that than to grind against strangers and throw away all your responsibilities for a night (or ten)? you don’t have too much regard for your studies, but you do have a strong policy on your social life.

it’s because of these reasons that in terms of both hierarchy and hobbies, you and chan couldn’t be any more different. you’re two sides of two separate coins, and if you were to swap lifestyles, you’re sure neither of your friends would recognise you both. what he likes, you loathe, and what you like, he loathes. so why did you do mesh so well? why did you two even begin this charade? 

and how in the everloving fuck did chan even get to know you in the first place? 

it all started before the first day of the first semester. orientation was about to finish right around the corner, and everyone was obviously buzzing with excitement on commencing their first term in university. one guy made the mistake of mentioning throwing a party at some nearby club, and it quickly spread to the entire group of first year students. naturally, it spread to you and your friend group, and it also just happened to spread to the small circle of chan’s best friends, who dragged his ass to the party the day of despite his incessant complaining that he wanted nothing to do with what was happening.

that was, until he saw you.

you’d had one too many shots to drink, stumbling into the balcony after having been separated from your friends and coincidentally landing up where chan just so happened to be admiring the scenery. he’d caught you in his arms as you lost your footing, heart racing and ears reddening at the sound of your drunk giggles. “i bet you’re a ladies man.” you’d teased him, raising a finger to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose, which only made him stutter even more. 

your friends eventually did come to find you and take you back with them, barely even batting an eye at chan who tried to make sure you were being cared for properly as his pleas and tips on handling a hangover the next day fell upon deaf ears. and when jisung and changbin came up to find him, he was completely out of it, stuck in a daze as he repeated all the random information about yourself that you’d rambled to him in his head. he’d pressed a single hand to his chest whilst ignoring his friend’s questions about what the hell he was doing, instead focusing on the feeling the rapid rhythmic beating of his heart under his palm.

it was that night, that chan's love for the moon transcended to his love for you.

#two. kissing you for the first time

chan is just as much of a nerd as they come in every cliche. 

when he met you, when he got to know you, and when he first began whatever twisted relationship he currently has with you, he was completely inexperienced. he knew next to nothing about pleasing a girl that wasn’t acquired from his knowledge of scouring the internet, and he also knew next to nothing about the world of pleasure he was in for. when you’d first leaned in to initiate a kiss, he’d merely pushed you away gently, gasping over his words as he tried to explain to you how new this was all to him.

but you didn’t mind. you didn’t mind that he’d never even gotten close to holding a girl’s hand unless he counted his elementary school crush, and you didn’t mind that he barely knew what to do with you. you didn’t mind that you had to teach him the ropes of everything (mostly because it fed into your corruption kink), and you didn’t mind it even when you had to reassure him you weren’t going to judge him as you got him to relax before leaning in once more.

and when your lips had touched his for the first time, chan swore he felt sparks fly. you were soft, and sweet, and real. instead of being a mere figment of his imagination or the skin of the back of his hand, your presence was electrifying. the way your mouth had moved against his, the way you’d let out a soft sigh at the feeling of it pressing back into him, and the way you’d pulled away and flashed him the prettiest smile he’d ever damn seen in his life before, it was all so dizzying. 

“you’re a pretty good kisser.” you’d winked at him afterwards, and he felt himself flush under your gaze which only made you double over in laughter. you’d even leaned in once more to plant another soft kiss on his lips before motioning for him to continue with whatever demand and supply topic he was teaching you about. chan didn’t give a fuck about that anymore though, the only thought on his mind the entirety of the rest of your study session how to get better at kissing you, and when he could look forward to doing it the next time.

#three. what he likes about you

if anyone asked chan what he likes about you, he’d be at a complete loss for words. not because there’s nothing he can come up with beyond superficial reasons, but because there’s too much that he has to say and isn’t sure of where to actually start.

chan isn’t even sure when he fell for you in the first place. yes, when he first met you that fated night on the balcony at that premature freshmen party he caught feelings for you, but those feelings snowballed and grew into something much larger as the days went on. each night was filled with replaying your conversation (although he barely spoke out of his shock upon seeing you) and wondering what it would be like to be in your presence once more. it got to the point that his friends began asking him why he was spacing out so much during classes and staring at one specific section of the lecture hall, but he didn’t have the courage to admit it was because of you sitting there. 

to simply put it, chan likes everything and nothing about you. he likes the fact that you’re nobody like he’s ever met before, you have a fire to yourself that nobody comes close to claiming, but you laugh sweet enough to extinguish that flame at the same time. something about you draws him in, tantalising and captivating in nature but all too consuming to the point he can’t get you out of his brain no matter how hard he tries. the time you came up to him to ask if he’d help you with tutoring, his mind almost short circuited because holy shit, were you actually talking to him in real life instead of the made up interactions he plays out with you before going to sleep? and you knew his name and who he was on top of that? it was too good of a dream to be true.

that’s precisely why chan can’t let go of you now. even if it hurts him, even if it’s painstakingly hard to be hidden from the public eye whilst being together with you, he doesn’t want to let go of you. because letting go of you entails that he’s giving up on his aspirations of being with you, and chan is nothing next to a quitter. he’ll have you in any way he can, even if that means not abiding by his friends’ requests to just let you go and being kept in the dark by your lack of confrontation for your feelings.

at the end of the day, chan is head over heels for you, and that’s something that’ll never change. 

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comments and reblogs are always appreciated! <3

[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

Night Rides | Skz Reactions

Summary: it's late at night and you and a Skz member go for a ride/OT8 members/gn!reader/ reader can drive (Lee know, Jisung)

Warnings: too fluffy

Notes: my favorite is Jisung's it's so cute🤧 I'm sorry Changbin's and Seungmin's are so short :/

@alyszaen sorry that you drive in this 🤪

CHAN

You both were up late anyhow. He had been playing back the same song on repeat, not quite liking how it sounded. He insisted that being in the living room, as opposed to his studio in your shared apartment, would get his "creative juices" flowing again. However, he still had a major block.

It wasn't often that you attempted to pry him away from his work, knowing he would politely decline in hopes to finish. Tonight, though, he was driving you insane. He wanted to spend quality time together, which in his mind it meant you sitting on the couch opposite of him and listening to the same tune over and over. You finally got tired of pulling your hair out and stood up to grab his keys.

"Come on," you call for him, barely looking over your shoulder before closing the apartment door.

Surprisingly he followed behind you quickly, appearing in the building hallway in just his socks as he rushed after you, shoes in hand. He called after you to slow down so you could at least hold hands in the elevator. After all, he wanted that quality time.

When you entered the elevator, he slung his arm over your shoulders and pulled you close. "Getting sick of me already?" He teased knowingly.

You didn't admit it, because he definitely was slowly making you insane, so you just smiled and shrugged. Instead, you allowed him to believe whatever he wanted. Because now you were able to have peace and quiet in the car ride.

"Where would you like to go?" Chan questions, walking to the passenger side to hold the door open for you.

"Not many places to go at 1am."

"Playground it is!"

You made sure he didn't turn on the radio so you could enjoy the moment more by filling the air with conversation. You both were far too awake for you to sleep anyway, so might as well take in every second while you still could. Before he drags you back to the living room.

He tells you at the end of the car ride that you inspired him again, like always, and he knew exactly what that song was missing.

LEE KNOW

Hope you're willing to drive. He may have been the one to suggest the car ride, a way to get his mind off of things, but he doesnt want to drive.

Actually, Lino is the type to subtly mention it so that you suggest the idea. He can use that against you, saying it was your idea so you have to be the one to drive. He wouldn't be a normal passenger princess per say, but he definitely would demand the benefits.

Minho would kiss up to you first. Come behind you and rub your shoulders, leaving small pecks along the crevice of your neck. He would be more sweet and cuddly than normal. Obviously, you were no fool. You weren't new to these habits of his. But you let him continue, enjoying the affection while you still could.

It wasn't real late when you finally asked if he wanted to go for a car ride. It was too late to go anywhere like a coffee shop, as he initially suggested. But Lee Know always gets his way, regardless of how impossible it may seem.

It turns out there was one coffee shop nearby your place that still was open for at least another hour. He already had your keys and other belongings in hand before you even noticed. Just as he was about to leave, he stops mid way and reached to grab your debit card.

"Don't need this," he claims, tossing it only to couch before taking your hand.

You try not to smirk at the way he casually tossed your money, as if reminding you than he does take care of you too. Although he'd practically have to be tortured to get him verbally admit it. Or you used his cats against him with catnip.

Despite you being the driver, he reaches over and put his hand on your lap. He only removed it when you needed to shift gears and his arm was in the way. Then he immediately places it back, giving your thigh a squeeze. Might even trace patterns on your bare skin if it's showing.

His nicknames are typically the same whenever, but when the night rolls around he feels more passionate than ever. On the short ride to the coffee place, he looks to you with soft eyes filled with love. Minho starts to remember all the specific times you made his heart burst with love for you. If the time calls for it, he might whisper "my love" to you, because that's exactly what you are.

If you tease him for it, he will never ever say it again so please don't ruin it. You can tease him for pretty much anything else in the world, because he's a confident man, but not that. Not when he's being truthful about his feelings.

He might also slip a mumble of you being more important than his cats, but if you don't catch it he won't repeat it. If you do happen to hear it and comment, he'll take it back immediately and rush into the coffee shop, leaving you behind.

Lino will tease you once it comes time to pay for your coffee. If you aren't shy in public, he'll make a comment about you intentionally leaving your card so that he's forced to pay. This would only make you roll your eyes and tell him to "suck it up". If you are shy, he'll make the remark to you quietly at your table so all you can do is glare.

CHANGBIN

Please, this man is a hardcore simp. If you're up, he's up. Don't let his complaints fool you. He'd rather be woken up by you begging for a ride out, giving him puppy eyes, than finding out you went without him.

He might intially give you a hard time about it anyway. Especially if you do end up waking him to go out. He'll be pouty as he changes into some sweatpants but leaves on the pajamma shirt, mumbling about you stealing all of his hoodies so he has nothing to wear.

Don't expect hin to be pouty for long. Once you whisk him out of the house and into the car, he's already wide awake. Changbin would want to hold your hand the entire drive, scolding you if you take it away.

The nights sky makes you breathe deeply, feeling refreshed. "Isn't it beautiful, Binnie?"

He's a cheesy man. He looks to you while agreeing.

You smack his shoulder with a laugh. "What kdrama have you been watching lately that had that moment?"

He shrugs, laughing lightly. "I'm just that cool."

If you want to go to a specific place and he's hesitant, just feel up his arms. And make it dramatic. Squeeze the biceps, fawn over the muscles, compliment the strength. If you go as far as you mention the veins in his arms, he'll do anything for you. That's exactly why you both end up out extremely late in the night.

HYUNJIN

He was the one with the idea. He loves late night activities with you because he feels like it's aesthetically pleasing. In the past, he's made paintings of the skies you've seen together. You have them framed and hanging on your walls because each one has the most romantic stories behind them.

Tonight he dragged you off the couch to go for a card ride. He didn't explain where you were heading, and he didn't answer any questions that you asked. He just had this determined look on his face that you eventually had to accept.

You pulled up to an empty parking lot of a abandoned plaza. There was few lights scattered around but he ensured he parked under one directly. He then rushes to your side to open your door, taking your hand to help you out.

"Why are we here?" You questioned, looking around you to see nothing but pitch black roads and dark skies.

Hyunjin takes his phone out of the car, playing with it a little before removing a small purple box as well. You recognized the box as a miniature speaker you bought him for his most recent birthday. You smiled as he plays a slow melody and moves to reach for your hand.

"May I have this dance?" He questions with a small smirk, right hand already finding its way to your waist, whereas his left hand interlocked with yours. He then begins to step forward, guiding you to take a matching step back before creating a pattern. Hyunjin steps a few times to the side before stretching his arm out, extending you far out from him before spinning you back into his embrace.

Your back now was against his chest, your arms crossed over you as he held you from behind. You turned your head slightly to the side, unable to meet his eyes as he dips down and presses the side of his face to yours. A hum falls from your lips as you let the beautiful music consume you moves and take control of your thoughts. All that you could think of now was Hyunjin and him alone.

"I made this song for you," he mumbles after entangling you from his arms and back to the original position. "For our next adventure."

The enchanting tune made images of your previous nights out flow through your mind. The wonderful pictures he painted was a great reminder of what those times looked like. As you close your eyes to envision it, Hyunjin keeps the pace. The overwhelming feeling of blissful moments with your lover made you sigh heavily.

"Tell me you love me," you command him, opening your eyes to meet his. You needed to hear his voice say it to you again. "I love it when you do."

He smiles beautifully, dipping his head down to connect your lips together. "I love you with my entire heart."

You took a deep breath in and reciprocated the smile. "I love you with my entire heart."

(sorry the main focus was more on where Jinnie took you for car rides)

JISUNG

Jisung locks his keys out of his car. He did it while running to a gas station near your apartment to grab midnight snacks for you two. He lost the spare key months ago, so using that to open the car was no an option. And getting someone to come open it was also out of the question, seeing how late it was. You had no choice but to go pick him up after he sadly calls you on the cellphone.

When you arrived at the gas station, he was standing inside of it, staring out the window for you. He spotted you immediately, a bright smile stretching across his face as he waves dramatically. You watch as he looks towards the opposite direction as if he was speaking to someone before running to your car with hands full of snacks.

"That was Jack! He's working the night shift today. He started two months ago."

You nod, furrowing your eyebrows. "That's...nice?" You watch as he dumps the multiple bags and drinks on the floor of the vehicle. "Babe, did you make friends with the cashier?'

"Yeah!" He laughs. "We started talking because he apologized for not having grocery bags. Then he asked for my signature."

You smile at his excitement. "Oh, does he know Stray Kids?"

He shook his head, still smiling. "Nope! He said I look like a kpop idol, I told him I am so he was like "sign my napkin" so I signed it."

Your eyebrows raised high. "He has literally no idea who you are and you signed his napkin?"

Jisung pops open a bag of chips and happily munches. "He was so nice."

You snorted, shaking your head at your boyfriend as you tried not to laugh. Despite how silly the situation seemed, he was very excited about it so you kept your giggling to your self, biting your lips and looking away to keep it together.

"Chip," he says, lifting it to your mouth. You open it on command, letting him drop it in. He then lifts a juice box up, pointing the straw to your lips. "Juice."

He kept this routine, swapping to some gummy bears occasionally when he felt in the mood for them. After a moment of stuffing his cheeks full, he finally reaches for his phone to play some music. He asks for recommendations but ends up not taking them.

As the song starts to play, you turn your head to see a smirk on his lips. "Narara syung super board," he mouths along.

"Oh, wow. Never heard this song before," you say sarcastically as he giggles, jumping in his seat. You sit up, preparing for the dance Jisung taught you to do when you were driving.

Now it probably wasn't the safest thing to do, taking a hand off the wheel occasionally to mimic the dance. But the roads were dead and the feeling of excitement radiating off of Han was too hard to ignore. When you both yelled "nyaun" at the top of your lungs, you drag your hand mid air from left to right, imitating a car speeding past your sights.

Han let you attempt to rap alongside of him for most of it, but he wanted his parts to be solo. Of course, he was the star of the show anyhow. After the song ended, he actually let you choose a new one. Your apartment was too close to the gas station to play more, so you took a few extra turns around the block to keep the fun going just a little longer.

FELIX

It was rare that your work schedule allowed you to stay up late like you currently were. Felix would come home at odd times, so it wasn't consistent enough for you to wait for him to sleep together. You had the day off tomorrow, though, so you figured staying up a little bit wasn't going to hurt.

Unfortunately, you lost track of time when the two of you started a movie marathon late into the night. Neither one of you seemed to be tired, both obnoxiously laughing at the television. It may have been because all your apartment lights had been on the entire time, making it hard to tell the time correctly. Whatever it was, it made you antsy after the third movie ended, still being wide awake.

"I can't sit still enough for another," you tell your boyfriend as he scrolls through to find another film to play. "I'm too hyper."

He shoots his gaze over to yours dramatically. "Well, pray tell, what my dearest wishes to do?"

You roll your eyes with a shrug. "Something.  Anything but being in here. It's getting stuffy."

Felix taps a finger to his chin in thought. When he suggested a car ride, you jumped up from your spot on the couch, grabbing his hand to drag him too. He laughed at your excitement and attempted to keep up as you raced out the door. A destination was not even discussed.

He allowed you to be the dj of the car, hesitantly handing you the aux cord with a thin smile. He could tell by the grin on your lips that you probably shouldn't be trusted with such a thing. Felix couldn't resist you, though, and knew that keeping you from your happiness was the last thing he ever wanted.

The windows were rolled down as the night was a comfortable temperature. You stuck your head out, resting it atop of the door to glance outside. The city lights were still so beautiful, even when it was so late. The music was humming in the background softly as the two of you sang much louder than it played.

There was giggles in between the singing, forcing your voices to strain much more than they could. Even Felix's deep voice was cracking, which made you erupt in laughter. You both were almost in tears because of it. When a moment passed after you settled down, you looked at each other again and laughed once more.

"When did you start hitting puberty again?"

Felix scoffs. "Give me some credit, babe! I'm an artist and such talent is hard to keep consistent like this. Plus, Elsa hits some high notes."

You slap your hand across your mouth to cover up the eruption of giggles that came out. You had no control over them, though, and they spilled through your fingers and into the quiet car. Felix couldn't help but giggle too, wiping at his eyes.

"Stop! I'm driving. Cut it out."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" you shout. "Please forgive me," you plead sarcastically, awaiting for his next response.

Felix stops at the red light, throwing the car into park before turning to face you. "You have to act cute for the next five minutes or I won't forgive you."

Your mouth dropped open in shock. "Five minutes?!"

He glances at the light out of the corner of his eyes and smirks. "Five minutes," he confirms.

You look down at your hands in panic, trying to remember ever cute thing your boyfriend had ever done for you. But your mind drew a blank and you could only the hand movement you saw on television once. Hesitantly, you created fists with your hands and brought them up to your cheeks, rocking them back and forth.

"Puing puing?" You say, with zero confidence.

Felix thins his lips to keep himself from laughing at your actions. "Nice try, baby love, but that was the worst aegyo I've ever seen."

You huff. "The lights green. Go."

Seungmin

My darling , Seungmin. Can we please go for a late night car ride like this couple here?" You point to your phone as you show him a Pinterest wallpaper.

Seungmin glances away from the video he was watching, moving his focus over to you. "Now?" He questions, his lips curling up in distaste.

You smiled and nod firmly. "Yes, like, right now."

He looks down to his attire, being in his utmost comfortable clothing and already ready for bed. He hated when you took him out of his nightly routine, but he always caved when you asked him to do something. He genuinely enjoyed spending quality time with you, but he'd give you a hard time throughout it all.

"Now?" He asks again, this time frowning.

You huff. "C'mon babe! Let's go for a ride."

He narrowed his eyes at you, still very hesitant, before sighing heavily and listening to your request. He ignored your squeals of happiness and slowly stood up to grab the car keys off the Totoro hanger by the door. He then opens the closet door and grabs his favorite hoodie before leading you both out of the apartment.

"Calm down," he calls out to you, whom was half way down the hallway already. He took his time in following you, lazy steps all the way outside.

The chilly wind caused him to shiver, rubbing at his long sleeved shirt. He scowled at your figure skipping to your car, hand already on the passenger door and ready for him to unlock. As he came closer, he tossed the hoodie your way.

"Why didn't you change before we left?" Seungmin mumbles the question, glaring at your attire meant for bed and now the cold outside. He proceeds to buckle himself up when he sees your only answer was a shrug of your shoulders.

As he begins to pull out of the parking lot of your apartment complex, you begin to fiddle with the radio channels. Upon seeing you do this, he smacks your hand out of the way and points a finger at you.

"My car, my songs. I don't want to hear your music if I'm dragged along for this."

"Well, what do you want to hear?"

Seungmin took a deep breath and closed his eyes briefly at a stop light. "Classical."

You made a face, a mix of surprise and disgust, and waited for Seungmin to take it back. When he didn't change his mind, you hesitated on putting the songs on. He noticed this and snorts.

"Ours songs are on my phone. I specifically cut out everyone else's parts, so each song is only me."

You widened your eyes in shock and bite your lip to keep from laughing. "Are you serious?"

He nods confidently. "Very."

Jeongin

Jeongin seems to visit your place often after rehearsals. Although he hadn't officially moved in yet, majority of his belongings were in your home. He often told you it was because he could only tolerate the others so long before he needed peace and quiet. If he came after rehearsals, Jeongin would find you asleep and ready for nighttime cuddles. Perfect for relaxation.

However, when he came home, he was not expecting a fully awake and hyper you. He couldn't complain, though, because this version of his lover was kinda rare. He thought it was too adorable to miss. And lucky for him, he also was a little giddy this evening.

Next thing you knew, the two of you were jamming songs in the car. You took to the country roads in hopes not to disturb the people sleeping soundly in their homes. The idea of them all waking up to you and Jeongin playing one song on repeat was admittedly funny, though.

"Maknae on top! Ooh oh!" You both yelled, jumping in your seats as the bass to the song was boosted, encouraging the hype you felt.

You sang the lyrics to your Innie, waving your hands around his form to gesture to the 'maknae' in reference. He laughed at your actions and continued to bob his head enthusiastically. The third time the song came to an end, he rolled the volume nozzle down completely to catch your attention.

"What if we call Bang Chan to sing to him," he suddenly suggests, peering over to your direction to watch your expression to gauge interest.

You pondered on it for a moment. "I dunno, he might murder us."

Jeongin nods. "Maybe." He watched you sit in wonder still and reaches over to poke your cheek. "Come on, you know he's probably still awake. This will either encourage him to write good songs or make him go to sleep."

You finally agree, reaching for his cellphone as he hands it to you. You pull up Chan's contact before setting it snuggly into the holder attached to the car dashboard. Jeongin corrects his position so he could be seen better on camera as the called started to ring through.

All it took was a greeting from the leader and Jeongin started blaring the song again, singing happily into the phone. He occasionally glanced to you as you also want along, hearts absolutely filling his eyes as he watches.

After the song ends, Chan stares into the camera with a grimace. Jeongin proudly explains his reasoning behind disturbing Chan, whom was in fact not asleep, and in return gets a light scolding on why you and Jeongin should both be enjoying each other's company without involving someone else. He finally hung up after the lecture.

"That's going to make a perfect video for my memories," you say happily, removing the phone from the holster.

Jeongin peers over at you. "What did you do?"

"Only recorded the entire call." A devious smirk appeared as you send the recording to yourself and the other members of stray kids.

Your boyfriend reaches his hand to give you a high five.

[20cmstar]

new canvas ✐ᝰ.ᐟ

pairing: hyunjin x reader

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive (?), short fic

warnings: none ◡̈

word count: 517

Painting is sometimes described as a window into the artist's soul, a narrative of hues and emotion captured on canvas. Each picture conveys a narrative, be it one of comfort, recovery, love, passion, or grief. A picture can paint a thousand words. Through their own images and emotions, artists communicate stories and heal themselves and others. Thus, their artworks serve as societal medicine, offering fresh viewpoints and a glimmer of hope.

In a world full of artists, you thought Hwang Hyunjin was the finest of them all. You were always in awe of Hwang Hyunjin, a man so passionate and creative that he exceeded all other artists in your opinion. His ideas were limitless. His seemingly inextinguishable devotion resulted in each and every one of his magnificent pieces. It was almost as if he was navigating an endless universe composed of various motifs and muses in his mind. And he let you into that boundless cosmos. He opened a door for you into his creative and expressive world, which was full of breathtaking form and structure and a perfect balance of cool and warm tones. Many times, you considered yourself fortunate to be a part of that infinite cosmos.

The sensation of smooth bristles brushing across your skin woke you. The bristles covered your midback in a sweeping motion, creating a subtle, tingling sensation that, when combined with the damp paint on your skin, sent shivers down your spine. A gentle laugh came from behind, and soon after, a warm breath touched the back of your neck, causing you to shiver once again. "Don't worry. I'm almost finished." Hyunjin spoke, his voice sweet and appealing. It was like his voice was made of velvet. The warmth and familiarity he exuded filled even the most remote portion of you. "No, it's alright. I just fell asleep." You reassured, and a warm blush enveloped your cheeks. A wave of mild embarrassment washed over you. However, it was quickly eased by another of his endearing laughs.

A soft mouth made contact with the point where your neck and shoulder meet. His lips remained there, making your heart race with anticipation and adoration at the same time. There were times like this one when he could make you feel giddy, no matter how long you'd been dating or how many times he'd seen every aspect of you. Hyunjin gently hummed on the smooth surface of your skin, and you could feel the vibrations reverberate throughout your body and gently brush against your heart. His lips' velvety feel quickly extended from that point up your neck and stopped to caress the lobe of your ear. By now, your heart raced sporadically, and a bright scarlet tint coated your cheeks. "So, what motivated you to do this?" You ask, trying to soothe the irregular beating of your heart. Its irregular rhythm rang loudly in your ears. Hyunjin smiled softly against the lobe of your ear, then nibbled at the delicate flesh. "Nothing extravagant. I just wanted to work with a new canvas. My dear, who else could be a better fit than you?"

[onekeii]

jeongin x reader - "firsts are the worst"

pairings: skater!jeongin x fem!loner!reader

genre: romance, fluff, dash of angst, childhood friends to lovers, highschool!au

warnings: reader is socially anxious, making out, jisung + minho (with his girlfriend) make an appearance

word count: 6.4k

summary: jeongin and you have seen each other almost every day since you were kids. that is, until he made new friends - cooler friends. will the two of you reconcile, or will you spend the rest of the school year hiding out in the toilets?

a/n: the first of the high school sweet hearts series !! this is a wholesome one to start off with but i'm so excited to start working on the rest >:))

masterlist - series masterlist

reblog if you enjoy!

“Y/N! You’re going to be late!” 

You make a dash for your backpack in the corner of your room, ramming your shoulder into the doorframe on your way out. It doesn’t hurt, you’ve done it so many times. You take care not to fall down the stairs in your rush and opt to pull your shoes on today - thank god you left the laces tied up.

Your mother waves a lunchbox in your face, “You need to stop doing that, I can’t afford to keep buying you new shoes."

You’re already opening the front door when you snatch it from her, “Just take it out of my allowance.”

“Have a good first day!” she calls out to you, her voice growing quieter as you burst into a run.

“I’ve done it many times before,” you think to yourself, glad that you didn’t have time to say it to her out loud. She’d clip you round the ear for it.

Rounding the corner, you let out a sigh of relief when you see the bus just pulling up to the stop. And Jeongin is there too. 

You barrel into him, almost knocking him over in the process as you use him to break your sprint. You were never very good at slowing down, anyway. He’s gotten very good at catching you these past few years, always holding you at arms length by the shoulders. 

It’s different this time, though. You only saw him just last night, but today was your first day of your last year of high school. Maybe he had just forgotten over the summer, but this time his hands land firmly on either side of your waist. It feels weird… different, but it does the job. You pull away and try not to think about it.  

“Late on the first day?” he tuts at you, taking a step back to let you on the bus first as the doors open.

“Wow, such a gentleman,” you retort, making your way to your favourite seat at the back corner of the bus and waiting for him to sit down next to you before you continue, “At least I wasn’t waiting there for ten minutes like a loser.”

“It was only five today,” he huffs.

“Oh, an improvement from fifteen the other year. It’ll be zero next year,” you grin.

He squints at you, “There is no ‘next year’.”

“Right, so my mother keeps reminding me,” you roll your eyes, watchful of how he opens his mouth, hesitating for a moment to say something, “And you better not start harping on about applying to university, too.”

The rest of the ride is spent in silence. So is the walk into your all too familiar school. It’s not a good silence, but not a bad one either. When you’ve seen someone every day for the past seventeen years, you run out of things to talk about. But you liked the silence, it was comforting. Especially on your first day. 

Nothing has changed - the hallways are the same, the people who pass you, your locker code. Hell, you even have the joy of keeping your chemistry teacher from last year. Still, you couldn’t stop your heart from leaping out of your body with every step you took. Your voice cracked when speaking to the teachers, your hands shaky when you received your timetable. 

In three years of high school, the only friend you had was Jeongin, and you were lucky enough to be placed in the same classes the entire time. Your luck had to run out at some point, though, and you absolutely dreaded the waiting game you had to play on this day, every year, to find out if you were going to be a loner or not.

“Firsts are the worst,” you sighed, already holding your timetable out to him as you finally retreated from your teachers’ gaze. 

He grabbed the sheet of paper from you, holding it next to his as his eyes scanned them. Peering over his shoulder, you felt your heart drop into your stomach. Snatching the two timetables from him, you looked closer as if it would change what you just saw.

“We have no classes together!” you whined, pushing his timetable into his chest.

“Are you really gonna miss me that much?” he laughed, “I see you, like, every day after school anyway.”

“How does this school even have enough people taking media studies for there to be more than one class?” you look up at him with a frown.

“Calm down,” he awkwardly pats your back twice, “It’s not the end of the world.”

“It is!” you pinch your nose bridge between your fingers in a feeble attempt to calm yourself down, “I don’t have friends!”

“Well, maybe you can finally make some.”

“Says you,” you scoff, “you don’t have friends either.”

He purses his lips together, “Well, maybe this will be a learning experience for the both of us.”

So the two of you began your first ever school day apart. You made a point of picking the most isolated seat in every class - usually a table in the back corner. You knew you weren’t going to be able to make any friends, so you thought that keeping to yourself was the best option. You just about manage to make it to lunch without bursting into tears, although you were close several times, but the thought of seeing Jeongin again kept you going.

[You] usual place?

[Jeongin] actually i’m gonna hang out with minho today

[You] minho?? the kid who always wears that old leather jacket

[Jeongin] yes, minho

[You] i wonder how old it is, actually

[You] let me know if it smells

[Jeongin] no smell

[You] how did you even end up hanging out with him

[Jeongin] he sat next to me in maths

[Jeongin] did you not make any friends?

[You] what do you think?

[Jeongin] you’re free to join us

[You] thanks but no thanks

[You] i’ll see you after school

Refusing to wait even a second to read his reply, you dropped your phone into your backpack and slung it over your shoulder. Your media teacher kept talking as the bell rung, music to your ears, but you were quick to file out with the rest of your classmates. You felt free as you finally stepped out, merging into the background with every other student in the school that bustled into the corridor. 

You quickly put one foot in front of the other. Just like the rare few days where Jeongin had been too sick to come in, you would retreat to the comfort of a bathroom stall to enjoy your lunch. Alone.

The end of the day finally rolled around and you followed the path you had taken after school every day for the past three years. Only someone was missing next to you. His absense weighed down on your shoulders even more when he was nowhere to be found at the bus stop. He was always there before you, always making sure the bus waited for you and scolding you for showing up at the last possible minute. The only reason you were on time today was because you were so eager to see him.

Did he go home sick? Had he finally had enough of you? You quickly propped your backpack up on the brick wall next to you, cursing yourself for ditching your phone underneath all your folders and textbooks. When you finally retrieved it, you weren’t surprised that the only notifications you had were from Jeongin - the ones that you had refused to read earlier.

[Jeongin] oh i think i’ll hang out with him and his friends after

[Jeongin] it’s the first day so we won’t have any homework

[Jeongin] i told my mother, i’ll see you at dinner anyway

It was bound to happen eventually, you thought. He was the more sociable one, always ordering at cafes or speaking to retail employees for you. You sometimes didn’t understand why he always preferred sticking with you instead of making other friends, especially when he did it so easily just today.

The bus journey home was silent, again. But it wasn’t the good silence. You made a mental note to bring earphones tomorrow, in case this happens again. Your mother greets you at the door with a slightly lopsided smile.

“You’re not going round Jeongin’s today?”

“Later. For dinner,” you slip out of your trainers using only your feet, not even sparing your mother a look as you make your way to the kitchen.

“Are you not going to tell me how your first day was?” she prompts, following you around like a lost puppy.

She only pries because she loves you, you know this, but after the day you’ve had, you don’t feel up to talking with her. You want to snap, but it would only result in an argument. You settle for something blunt, but not directed at her, “It was the worst.”

She sighs, “You say that every year.”

“Yeah?” you finally look up at her, away from the selection of snacks lined up in the cupboard, “Well, it was actually the worst. Jeongin and I aren’t in any of the same classes.”

“Oh, are you afraid, sweetheart?” she saunters over to you in an attempt to pull you in for a hug, but she’s done it too many times for you to not successfully sidestep away.

“Afraid? Me?” you scoff, “About what?”

“Well, you’re not going to be spending as much time with him this year… are you worried he’s going to forget about you?”

Not having picked a snack yet, you slam the cupboard door shut, “You forgot to buy poptarts.” 

She tried calling out for you, but by the time you had withdrawn to your room and made a point of closing the door with a bang, she gave up. She knew by now not to bother you when you were like this, knowing how you were aware of how childish you were being. At least she gave you that space.

Jeongin’s parents usually made dinner at 6:30pm. It was currently only 3:43pm. You didn’t have any homework to do, meaning the next three hours were about to pass very slowly. Usually, you and Jeongin would help each other out with homework, getting it done much quicker than most, before killing time together. Without him there to make a pillow fort with, to go on a walk with, to watch bad movies with… you finally realised just how lonely you were for the first time. If only you were good at making friends.

You fall backwards onto your bed, staring at the misshaped glow-in-the-dark stars plastered all over your ceiling. You had painted those with Jeongin when you were seven, your father letting the two of you take turns in sitting on his shoulders. Today was the first time in a while you had actually acknowledged they were there, their presence so normal to you that you had taken them for granted.

Jeongin didn’t show up to dinner that night, his mother welcoming you with a sigh, “He texted a couple minutes ago saying he was getting food with some other friends instead - he didn’t tell you?”

You shook your head. You would’ve known if he had messaged you. It’s not like anyone else does, anyway. 

“Honestly, he could’ve let me know earlier. Or he could have at least told you,” she continued to berate her son despite the fact that he wasn’t there to listen, “he’s never done something like this before, it’s beyond me.”

The two of you pinkie promised not to talk about it any more, agreeing that it would upset your stomachs too much to enjoy dinner. You ate with her, strangely happy to discuss how ridiculous the price of eggs were these days. You made sure to eat all the eggs on your plate after that. 

You would’ve preferred silence, but only the type of silence that could be achieved with Jeongin. Silence on your own was too much - you could hear all of your thoughts. But talking with his mother, helping her clean up, randomly deciding to bake cookies with her after, all of those things would have to suffice for now.

“They just need to cool down now… It’s getting late. Why don’t you go home and pop ‘round tomorrow to pick them up, okay?” she gestured to the tray of cookies on the stove top, the room still warm from all the heat escaping the oven she had opened seconds prior.

“Okay, I’ll be off then,” you announce, not even bothering to slip your trainers on properly as your house was only just around the corner.

[You] where were you today?

[You] your mother wasn’t very impressed lol

When you checked your phone the next morning, you were already at the bus stop. After his flakey behaviour the day before, you realised you might not be able to rely on him to keep the bus waiting for you. 

[You] helloooo?

[You] yang

[You] jeong

[You] in

[You] are u sick or something?

As the bus rolled to a stop in front of you, you thought about yesterday morning. Or, rather, all the details you thought you could ignore. It wasn’t just that his hands landed on your waist; you saw how he looked at you differently, his pupils dilating even though he feigned annoyance, his ears growing red at his brazen action, the way his hands hovered close to yours on the bus journey. Maybe he was ignoring you to play hard-to-get.

You struggled to comprehend it. Why was he suddenly acting like that towards you? Sure, everyone thought you were a couple, and the two of you often made jokes about it, but it was never something that you thought was on the cards, not with your childhood best friend.

If his goal was to play hard-to-get, he was certainly doing very badly. Or, very well. You hadn’t heard from him in weeks. Summer turned into autumn turned into winter. He never showed up to the bus stop in the morning or after school, nor did he ever respond to your texts. He was definitely very hard to get a hold of. 

Meanwhile, you were resigned to waking up early in order to catch the bus, struggling through your classes and your homework alone, spending lunchtimes in a bathroom stall, and scrolling through your phone for hours on end until it was time for bed. You usually struggled to sleep, the sight of the painted stars above only serving as a reminder of what you were missing.

It was those same painted stars you woke up to in the early evening, completely disoriented as to when and where you were. You could have sworn going to sleep at night, but your phone clock read 6pm. It was still light outside, as well - it was still summer. Your throat and mouth were dry, one of your socks missing in your bed sheets and your eyes puffy from sleep.

Knock knock.

Your head snapped up towards the door, suddenly remembering where you were.

“Honey, you should leave soon if you want to eat dinner at Jeongin’s,” your mother called.

Right, of course you had just fallen asleep. Jeongin would never do something like that, even if he had found other friends. But it felt so real, it even felt like months had gone by in the few hours you had been unconcious. 

You remembered what your mother said to you about being afraid, shaking your head in disgust at the thought of her being correct. You had to pretend you were still mad at her for not buying poptarts, after all. 

Reluctantly standing up, you felt something roll off the bed with you, landing softly on the floor. It was your fox plushie - Yangie. You weren’t the type of person who collected stuffed toys, but this one was gifted to you by Jeongin for your birthday a couple years ago. He said he bought it because of how much you loved foxes, never questioning why you named it after him, or how you always kept it next to your pillow. 

“Tell Jeongin he can come over tomorrow, okay?” she reminded you as you slipped your shoes on, only semi-satisfied with how you readjusted your appearance after your nap, “I’ll be making his favourite.”

“Don’t worry,” you sighed, “at this point, he knows he’s allowed over, anyway,” you reminded her - this had been the routine for nearly the past two decades, after all.

“Oh, and don’t do what you did last time, okay? If you’re going to stay over, at least text me.”

You rolled your eyes at her. Whenever you went around Jeongin’s for dinner, you usually ended up sleeping over. His bed was bigger and comfier, and you had left some of your clothes and duplicate toiletries there. Sure, your house was only around the corner, but you would usually get too lazy, huddled up under his blankets watching a film. 

How you two had managed to ignore your feelings for each other for this long was beyond your parents. 

“That was one time,” you mumbled under your breath, quickly stepping out an shutting the door behind you before she could respond.

The front door to Jeongin’s house was already unlocked, his mother fully aware that you were coming over.

“Oh, Y/N, we were wondering where you were,” she hears you immediately, scurrying out of the kitchen with a steaming bowl in her hands, quickly placing it on the table, “we were starting to think you weren’t coming.”

You look over at Jeongin, his eyes trained on you as you walk around to your usual spot. You don’t miss the way his lips slowly curl up into a smile and how he pulls the chair out for you. He’s done it plenty of times before, but it feels different today. Like he’s trying a little harder.

“Sorry, I fell asleep,” you chuckled, “my mother had to wake me up.”

“Rough first day?” his mother chuckled, taking her own seat opposite you, “I thought you two might be tired, having to adjust to the school schedule again, so I made hangover soup.”

“We’re not even hungover,” Jeongin pointed out, reaching for the serving spoon anyway, “Y/N, pass me your bowl, I’ll serve you first.”

You noticed how his mother eyed up all of his movements, slowly nodding her head in approval.

“Don’t worry, whenever I experience my first hangover, I’ll come to you,” you joked, exchanging a knowing glance with Jeongin’s father. 

He never usually said or did much, and everyone usually forgot he was there, but he was cool. He was the one who bought the two of you alcohol as a reward for making it through the semester, and always gave you a lift home if you missed your bus - which happened a lot. And he never told your parents. 

“So, Innie, are you going to take Y/N with you tonight?” his mother asked once every one had started eating. 

You look up at her in confusion before turning to Jeongin for an explanation.

“Did you not see my texts?” Jeongin raised an eyebrow at you.

“No,” you said in between mouthfuls, “I was asleep, remember?”

He rolled his eyes, “Have a look.”

You quickly apologised to his parents for taking your phone out at the dining table, aware that they probably didn’t mind at your age anyway, before having a look.

[Jeongin] so we went roller skating

[Jeongin] remember how i mentioned i always wanted to try it

[Jeongin] they’re going to be at the skate park near our street after dinner. do you wanna come?

“Oh, yes, I remember,” you tried your best, and failed, to refrain from laughing, “You blew your monthly allowance on a pair of roller skates and gave up as soon as you fell on your face.”

“Hey!” he pouted, “I have a scar from that now, you know?”

“Of course I know,” you look over at him for a brief second, instantly pinpointing the small, white scar peeking out from under his fringe.

He looked over, your eyes meeting for a moment before you turned back to your food. You stared at him a lot - whenever you wanted to scare him or if you were just zoning out, but it felt weird to look at him for too long now. You were worried he would get the wrong idea… or maybe the right idea. 

“Anyway, do you wanna come?” he asked again.

“I know nothing about skating, Jeongin,” you pointed out, “I don’t even have roller skates.”

“Just trust me,” he pleaded, “Minho’s girlfriend said you could borrow her skates, she’s your size.”

“You’ve known them for a day and they already know who I am?” you voiced out loud, more for yourself than for him.

“Oh, of course he has,” Jeongin’s mother inserted herself into the conversation, probably growing tired of watching your juvenile back and forth, “He talks about you all the time, I’m not surprised.”

“Mom!” he groaned.

“What? It’s true,” she pointed out, “I think it’s only gotten worse today because you two aren’t in the same classes.” 

“Tell me about it,” you prodded at your food, “it was hell, today.”

“Yeah, I wanted to try spending break without you for a change, but it just felt wrong,” he admitted, but you could see how he was trying his best to ignore his ears turning red.

“Oh, how sweet~” you cooed. 

“Stop.” 

His father was kind enough to change the subject, asking about the people in your new classes before abruptly standing up, announcing he was going to start tidying up. Jeongin’s mother followed suit, collecting all of your empty dishes; his father always insisted on cleaning up to return the favour of his wife cooking, but she always tried to fight him over who should do it. It was a something you had seen many times, but it still had you in awe of them to this day.

“So,” Jeongin stood up, pushing his chair out with an unsavoury scraping noise, “are you coming?”

You shrug, trying to look like you weren’t putting too much thought into it, “Sure.”

The truth was that you were actually very nervous. You didn’t like hanging out with new people, hence why Jeongin was your only close friend, but you also didn’t wanna pass up on the opportunity to spend time with him. It felt a bit pathetic, since you see him every day, but if your dream taught you anything, it was that you couldn’t let him out of your sight.

Without saying another word, he hurried to the door and picked up his skates, which had now found their place among the rest of his shoes. They looked almost the same as when you had first seen them; they were white with teal blue accents, only now they had gained a few more scratches and scuffs.

Once you had left, you asked, “So, who’s actually going to be there?”

“Minho, his girlfriend, and his friend Jisung.” 

“I still can’t believe Minho has a girlfriend. He just doesn’t seem like the type,” you mention, “Wasn’t he, like, a player?”

“I guess so. I didn’t really think about it - he’s actually quite nice, especially to his girlfriend,” he explained.

You sucked in a breath through your teeth, “I’m fine with your parents, but I don’t know if I can sit through more people being lovey-dovey.”

“Don’t worry,” he chuckled, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking at his feet for a moment, thinking of what to say, “we can always ditch and spend time together, just the two of us. Like usual.”

“Honestly, after today, that’s all I want.”

“Was it actually that bad today?” he asked.

“Well, the classes were fine. We don’t usually talk during those anyway,” you started, “But I spent lunch in a toilet stall.”

“In a toilet stall?” he scrunched up his nose in disgust.

“What? I do it every time you’re not in.”

He shrugged it off, “Sounds like you, though. Continue.”

“I was a bit upset when I found out you weren’t getting the bus home after school, but that’s on me for not checking my phone,” you started recounting your day. It was the first time you had to do this in a while, since he was usually there with you, “And then I had that nap, but I had the worst dream ever.”

“You? Had a bad dream?” he questioned, “You only ever have weird dreams - what happened?”

You started chewing at your lower lip, wondering if you could get away with making up the dream, or if you should just finally tell him the truth. Luckily for you, you had just turned the corner at the end of the street and came face to face with none other than Lee Minho.

“Oh, hello there,” he smiled, not even remotely startled as he took a step back to get a better look at you, “Jeongin’s friend… sorry, what was your name again?”

“Y/N,” you introduce yourself with an awkward smile, unsure of what to say next.

“Y/N! Have you skated before?” he asked, leading the way to the park.

You shook your head, “When I was, like, seven.”

“This will be fun, then,” he grinned, “Jeongin started during lunch today and fell over instantly.”

“Hey, I’m better now!” he complained.

Minho patted him on the back with a laugh, “You improved a lot already, don’t worry.”

“Really?” you perked up at the common interest of teasing Jeongin, “I find that hard to believe.”

He rolled his eyes at you, “I’ll just show you.”

When the three of you arrived at the park, you noticed two kids sat on the edge of the skate pool - a boy and a girl you recognised from your year. They stood up and made their way to you, panic surging through your veins as you realised you would have to make conversation with them, too. You knew the boy was Han Jisung; he was in your maths class with Jeongin last year, making innuendos and silly faces whenever the teacher turned her back. You had only ever passed the girl in the corridors between classes, but you assumed she was Minho’s girlfriend.

“You’re late,” she commented.

Minho scratched the back of his head, “We’re here, though.”

“At the cost of my sanity,” she looked over at Jisung, “he keeps going on about that girl in his English class - he’s only known her for a day!”

Minho shook his head, “Come on, you don’t want to scare Y/N off now, this is her first time skating.”

“Oh, right,” Minho’s girlfriend held up her rollerskates, “You might need these.”

You sat down with Jeongin to put on the skates, struggling to do up the laces tight enough. Without saying a word, he knelt down in front of you and diligently tightened the laces before neatly doing them up in a double knot. He made sure both sides of the bow were an equal length before getting up, quickly finding his balance. It reminded you of when you were younger and still struggled to tie up your laces - he was always ready to tie them up neatly, playing with the loops as if they were rabbit ears.

Putting your hands flat on the ground either side of you, you attempted to push yourself up, panicking when your feet started sliding away from you and instantly sitting back down again.

“How the hell am I supposed to get up?” you sighed, staring at the rollerskates in defeat.

Jeongin looked over at the others behind him, occupied in deep conversation in the middle of the skate pool, before turning back to you and holding out his hand, “Hold on to me.”

Using both your hands, you gripped onto his arm and trusted him to pull you up. Your feet started sliding out from under you again, threatening to send you to the floor on your back, but Jeongin quickly grabbed your shoulder with his free hand, keeping you steady. With him holding onto you, you felt a lot safer - braver to stand up properly. 

Eventually managing to stand up straight with the help of clinging onto his shoulders, you smiled, “That was terrible.”

“Don’t worry, that was probably the worst part,” he laughed, looking at your hands still resting on his shoulders.

Blood instantly rushing to your cheeks at your close proximity, you quickly let your hands fall back to your sides. You realised your mistake only when you started to feel yourself lean forward, the skates slowly rolling backwards. You quickly clung onto his jacket for support while his hands landed either side of your waist, just like they did at the bus stop in the morning.

“How have you not fallen over yet?” you pouted, looking up at him and deciding against removing your hands.

“I actually fell over loads earlier today,” he admitted, carefully removing one hand from your side and rolling up his sleeve on his other arm to reveal a nasty graze spanning half of his forearm, “I did this after school today.”

Forgetting your own worries of falling over, you grabbed his arm to take a closer look, “Did you clean it? You could get an infection.”

He nodded, “Yeah, I did, don’t worry, Mom,” he laughed.

You sighed, pulling his sleeve back down to look at him, “If I get injured, I’m gonna kill you.”

“I know,” he pursed his lips together, “so I’m not gonna let that happen.”

He skated backwards a little, his hands slowly sliding up your sides and down your arms until he could hold both of your hands. He held on tightly, moving even further back so that he dragged you forward, doing all of the work for you.

“Do you think you can move on your own?” he asked.

You shook your head.

He lead you to the lampost nearby, gesturing at you to hold onto it. It was cold, and although it was arguably a much more steady object than Jeongin, you would have preferred to keep hanging onto him.

“You can start slowly, but you need to face your feet outwards and move like this,” he demonstrated by skating around the lampost, “And try not to lean forward, even if you feel like it will help.”

He came back to you, carefully taking one of your arms and linking it through his. You copied him, gradually moving faster as your confidence grew with Jeongin by your side. When he unliked your arms, you finally found it in you to stand on your own. 

He made his way back to the lampost, your heart sinking a little when you realised your only support was no longer within arm’s reach, “Do you think you can skate over on you own?”

“No, but you’re gonna make me, aren’t you?” you sighed.

“Yep,” he nodded, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

Letting out a scoff, you started moving towards him, surprised at how easy you found it. Sure, it wasn’t much, but the fact that you were doing something you were certain you wouldn’t be able to was exhilirating. You manage to make it over to him in once piece before your face dropped.

“How do I stop?”

You found at your answer when you held out your arms for support, your hands landing firmly on Jeongin’s shoulders again and pushing him into the lampost. It wasn’t ideal, but you did eventually come to a stop.

Burying your face in his shoulder in embarassment, you mumbled a quiet “sorry” before looking back up at him. A small chuckle escaped his lips, his eyes creasing as a smile slowly spread across his face. You always admired how he looked when he smiled; after all these years, the fox remained your favourite animal, their faces reminding you of Jeongin when he was happy.

“See, you did it! We can work on teaching you how to stop another time,” he suggested. 

“Yes, I think that’s enough for today,” you bit your cheek as you looked away, in disbelief at how you were just gushing over your best friend’s smile.

His friends were disappointed to see the two of you leave so soon, making you promise to hang out with them another time. You decided to go back to his house, remembering to send a text to your mother about how you would be staying over. Jeongin quickly led you to his room, eager to avoid the barrage of questions his own mother probably had for him.

He instantly starfished on his bed while you shut the door behind you and carefully sat down next to him, flicking his forehead. He simply turned to you with a frown, used to your antics.

Suddenly, he sat up and faced you, “What was your bad dream?”

Unsure of how to respond, you could only stutter quietly, “What?”

“You were telling me about that dream you had during your nap - what happened?” 

“I don’t know,” you lied, “it was just a dream - I don’t really remember it.”

He looked at you for a moment, squinting in disbelief before shrugging, “You wanna watch a movie?”

You didn’t even respond, simply moving further up his bed and getting comfy under the covers. He took that as his answer, getting up to retrieve his laptop. 

You opened your eyes, struggling to adjust to the darkness that suddenly surrounded you. The only light you had was the laptop in front of you, the screen asking if you were still watching, and the faint glow of a streetlamp outside pouring in through the window. It was still open, the curtains undrawn and gently swaying in the late summer breeze. You tried to move, but two arms firmly wrapped around your body prevented you from doing so. Even in his sleep, Jeongin was strong enough to hold on to you. 

His face was hidden in your shoulder, chest rising and falling steadily against your side. He looked so peaceful, you almost felt bad for disrupting him - but you really needed the toilet. Methodically extracting his arms from you, you carefully slid out from under the covers, relieved that you hadn’t woken him up.

When you returned, he was sat up waiting for you, his hair sticking up in every direction and his eyelids droopy, threatening to close.

“I thought you had left,” he laughed through slurred speech, reaching out to you.

Despite him probably not being able to see, you rolled your eyes anyway, “Never.”

Slipping back under the covers, he pulled you close to him again. It wasn’t unusual for you two to cuddle whenever you slept over, but only today had you realised how clingy he had become. Usually, it wouldn’t matter if you had drifted apart during the night, but in the past few weeks it was more normal to find him still grasping onto you, as if he feared that you would disappear.

The comment he made when you returned only confirmed that was how he felt, and it made your heart sink. You were so worried about losing him that you didn’t realise how he so obviously felt the same.

“Jeongin,” you whispered, hoping he hadn’t already fallen asleep yet, “can I tell you something?”

He only hummed, too tired to respond, but it was enough for you to keep going, “I dreamt that you disappeared - you found new friends and never talked to me again.”

It took him a moment, but he eventually lifted his head up, supporting himself with his arm, “Why would I do that?”

“You wouldn’t - I know,” you sighed, “But I couldn’t help it.”

“Do you know why I wanted to start rollerskating?” he suddenly asked.

You rolled over to face him, your eyebrows knitted together in confusion, “Bit random, but no.”

“We’ve known each other for so long, I feel like there’s not really anything I can do these days to impress you,” he admitted.

“So you chose skating?” you pointed out.

“Well, it’s fun,” he shrugged, “but you also called that one skater hot in that movie.”

You couldn’t help but laugh before the realisation hit you, “You wanted me to call you hot?” you sat up fully.

He winced at the sudden movement, “Maybe.”

“Okay, my turn,” you inhaled deeply, preparing yourself for what you were about to say next, “Do you think it would be weird if we dated?”

There was a pause, the curtains rustling being the only sound in the room. He pulled himself up and faced you, the faint light from outside softly lighting up his features. He was now wide awake, chewing at his lip in anticipation as he contemplated how to respond.

No words were said - they weren’t needed. Jeongin slowly reached out to tuck some of your hair behind your ear, smoothing it out after your sleep, before he rested his hand on the back of your neck. It was strangely intimate for the two of you. You knew what he was about to do, but you welcomed it. He leaned forward a bit but stopped, unsure if he should continue, so you helped him by closing the gap.

Your lips finally touched. Only now did you realise you weren’t sure what to do, with this being the first kiss for the both of you, but you soon found yourself melting into his touch. In that moment, your lack of experience, your bad dream, nothing mattered. The only thing you could think about was how his lips moved against yours, his tongue meekly begging to feel more of you. With his hand at the back of your neck, he desperately pulled you in closer as if it was possible for the two of you to become one.

Reluctantly, you pulled away for air. He rested his forehead against yours, panting slightly as he tried to catch his breath, “Was that weird?”

You shook your head, a smile forcing its way onto your face. He smiled back, a sigh of relief escaping his lips - the same lips you were kissing just a moment ago. You wanted to feel him again. He slid his arm around your waist once more, pulling you back down onto the bed with him.

Your first day back at school wasn't the worst after all.

“Will you go on a date with me, then?”

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SKZ and their Christmas Clichés/Traditions

☯ Pairing: SKZ x GN!reader ☯ Genre: fluff ☯ Warnings: food ☯ A/N: I hate how short Minho’s is :( Please Let me know if I need to add any warnings! ☯Disclaimer: None of my work represents any of the idols included in any way. This is merely fictional and all based on my opinion as a joke! I have nothing against any of these idols and love them all dearly.

✿Chan⁠✿

Putting up mistletoe

You and Chan laugh as you unpack boxes of twinkling lights and festive ornaments, ready to transform your tiny apartment into a winter wonderland for the Christmas season. Chan, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, discreetly slips mistletoe into his pocket.

Focused on the multitude of decorations, you clap your hands together, "Let's start with the tree, Channie. I want it to be the centerpiece of our decorations."

Chan grins at you, quickly appearing by your side to help set up the tree, "Of course, baby. And we can add some of the new ornaments we picked out together!"

Chan sneakily hangs a tuft of mistletoe near the top of the tree before stepping back to admire the work you both put in. You smile when Chan places a soft kiss on your temple.

As you continue decorating, Chan strategically places mistletoe in various corners of the room, no doorway was left untouched.

Holding the wreath up to the door, you call out to Chan, "This wreath looks perfect on the door, don't you think?"

Chan takes the wreath from you, placing it on the door, slyly adding mistletoe within its pines, "It does, baby."

He presses his lips to your forehead before turning to place more decor around the room. You watch him with a soft smile, chest warming with affection.

Later, you find yourselves in the cozy glow of Christmas lights, admiring your handiwork, "It looks amazing, Channie! Thanks for helping me with all of this."

Chan, seizing the moment, pulls out some mistletoe from his pocket, "Well, there's one more thing missing, actually."

Surprised, you let out a small laugh, playing along, "And what would that be?"

Chan holds up the mistletoe, a glint in his eye and a smile on his face,  "This."

With a playful grin, he leans in for a sweet kiss as he holds the mistletoe over your head. You laugh at his antics, realizing Chan's clever plan all along, "You've been sneaking this stuff everywhere, haven't you?"

Chan, still smiling, connects your lips for a moment, "Maybe just a little. But it's all in the spirit of Christmas, right?"

The two of you share many more kisses under the twinkling lights and mistletoe, surrounded by the warmth of the holiday season.

✿Minho✿

Putting the star on top of the tree

You and Minho laugh as you unpacked boxes of ornaments, transforming the very naked Christmas tree into a colorful pine. Every shiny ball and sparkling light comes together to allow you to bask in the Christmas spirit. The only thing left is putting the topper on the tree.

Grinning mischievously, you hold up a sparkly star, "I think this one deserves the top spot, don't you think?"

The corner of Minho's lips quirk up as he moves closer to you, "Absolutely," he bends down, quickly shouldering your body, "Now you can reach it."

You laugh as you rest your free hand on his shoulder, "Oh? Trying to show off your strength, Min?"

Minho squeezes your thigh, "Maybe just a little."

You sway the star above the tree, trying to keep your balance as Minho playfully wiggles around, "Steady, Minho! I don't want our star to be the first casualty of the season."

He steadies you, your laughter filling the room as he maneuvers your body in a quick swoop, causing you to fall into his arms, "There you go, our tree is officially the best-dressed in the neighborhood."

You kiss his cheek, arms circling behind his neck as he holds you, "Thanks for the lift."

Minho grins, admiring your handiwork as the twinkling lights illuminate the room, "Anything for you, especially if it involves you in my arms."

✿Changbin✿

Making/decorating gingerbread houses

You and Changbin sit at the table, surrounded by a colorful array of candies, icing, and gingerbread pieces. You grin, holding up a gumdrop, "What do you think, Binnie? Should this gumdrop go on the roof or by the door?"

Changbin chuckles, studying his own gingerbread walls, "Let's go for a gumdrop roof, make it sweet from top to bottom!"

As you immerse yourselves in decorating, laughter fills the room. Changbin sneaks a candy from the table and pops it into his mouth.

You raise an eyebrow at his action, "Hey, no snacking on the decorations!"

Changbin grins mischievously, "But they're just so tempting! Besides, we need to make sure they taste good, right?"

You playfully swat his hand away from the candies, "Focus, Changbin! We're building a masterpiece here."

Both of you continue to share ideas as you create a whimsical gingerbread village, having far too much fun to stop at just one each.

Changbin accidentally squishes icing onto the back of his hand, prompting you to burst into laughter, "You're not just decorating the house; you're turning into a gingerbread man!"

He wipes his hands on a napkin, snorting at your joke, "Well, now I can say I've been part of the art."

As you both admire your finished creations, you smile at Changbin, "Our gingerbread village might not win any awards, but it's definitely the sweetest one."

Changbin nods before stealing a quick kiss, "True. It's our masterpiece, and it's perfect."

You place your gingerbread houses along the table, proud of your playful and delicious collaboration, ready to share the joy of your sweet creations with your friends during the festive season.

✿Hyunjin✿

Decorating stockings

You and Hyunjin sit surrounded by colorful fabrics, ribbons, and glitter, ready to decorate your Christmas stockings. Hyunjin, with a mischievous grin, eyes the supplies, "Get ready, my love. This is going to be a masterpiece!"

You, holding a glue stick like a weapon, look skeptical, "I'm warning you, Hyune. I can't even draw a decent stick figure."

Undeterred, Hyunjin grabs a sparkly star and hands it to you, "Start with this! It's foolproof. Stick it anywhere! Then work around it!"

You cautiously apply glue, managing to stick the star to your thumb instead of the stocking, "Oops… Off to a great start, huh?"

Hyunjin chuckles, reaching for googly eyes. You watch as he effortlessly arranges the eyes into a quirky pattern, creating an abstract face.

You eye the googly eyes, unsure if you could make anything less than scary or rediculous, "Maybe I'll just go for the classic look. Red and green, simple and elegant."

Hyunjin, now with glitter in hand, looks horrified, "Elegant? We need more sparkle! Glitter makes everything better!"

You hesitate, then give in, sprinkling glitter over your stocking, "Okay, fine. But if I end up sparkling for weeks, it's on you."

Hyunjin grins, his stocking a kaleidoscope of colors and textures all coming together to look unbelievably amazing, "See, baby? It's all about embracing the chaos!"

You survey your creation, a mix of classic and sparkly elements that look a little like a toddler's craft, "Well, it's unique, that's for sure."

Looking over to your stocking and back to his, Hyunjin smiles excitedly, "Exactly! Our stockings are like us—a perfect, glittery mess!"

As you admire your handiwork, you can't help but smile at the unexpected joy of your playful Christmas crafting.

✿Jisung✿

Watching Christmas movies

You and Jisung cozy up on the couch, surrounded by the twinkling lights of your Christmas tree. The scent of hot cocoa fills the air as you begin your annual Christmas movie marathon.

You are wrapped in a festive blanket, grinning mischievously, "Ji, if our love story was a Christmas movie, what genre do you think it would be?"

Jisung chuckles, taking a sip of his cocoa, "Definitely a romcom with a sprinkle of holiday chaos. You know, like 'Love Actually,' but with more clumsiness."

You carefully elbow his side, "That movie is literally about cheating and sex!" Laughing as he shrugs you continue, "Also! Clumsiness? I don't know what you're talking about."

You reach for the popcorn bowl, only to spill it all over the floor. Jisung raises an eyebrow, "Smooth moves, baby. That's exactly what I'm talking about."

Laughing, you reply, grabbing a handful of popcorn and tossing it at him, "It's all part of our charming holiday chaos, babe."

Jisung retaliates, creating a popcorn war zone as he dodges handfuls, "If this is our movie, it's a rom-com with a popcorn battle scene."

The night unfolds with laughter, cheesy Christmas movies, and a popcorn war that extends well into the early hours of Christmas morning. As the night settles, you whisper to Jisung, "Our love story might be chaotic, but it's the best kind of chaos."

Jisung smiles brightly, pulling you into a warm embrace, "Merry Christmas, sweetheart."

✿Felix✿

Baking cookies for Santa/friends

You and Felix, wrapped in festive aprons, gather ingredients for your Christmas Eve cookie extravaganza. As flour dusts the kitchen, you both forget your worries and bake to your heart's content, "Lix, we are gonna make the most magical cookies ever for Santa!"

Felix grins, digging through the cookie cutters, "Absolutely! We'll make them so good, he'll want our recipe."

You hold a snowman-shaped cookie cutter, teasing, "What do you think, baby? Should we make a snowman army for Santa?"

Felix chuckles, "Sure, why not? Santa could definitely use some company on his journey."

You both cut out snowmen, exchanging playful glances and breaking out into fits of giggles. Eventually, all of the snowmen are placed on baking sheets and put in the oven.

In the midst of frosting chaos, you turn to Felix, "Do you think Santa likes sprinkles?"

Felix winks, slowly grabbing the sprinkles and dragging them closer, "Only if they're as colorful as his sleigh. Let's make these cookies shine!"

You transform your creations into edible masterpieces, adorned with sprinkles that sparkle like Christmas lights. With cookies laid out for Santa, you sigh, "I hope he loves them."

Felix laces your fingers together and gently squeezes your hand, "He will, baby. And even if he doesn't, we had a blast making them together. That's what matters most."

As the doorbell chimes, signaling the arrival of your group of friends you so lovingly named Santa. You exchange excited smiles. The joy of baking and being together is always fun, but the sweetest gift of all is seeing your joint creation be admitted by your friends.

✿Seungmin✿

Decorating Doors

You and Seungmin giggle as you stand in front of one of your apartment doors, armed with an array of colorful decorations. You hold glittering candy canes, while Seungmin clutches a bundle of tinsel.

You both start draping tinsel and hanging ornaments, turning your plain doors into vibrant canvases. You carefully place a sparkling snowman, while Seungmin adds a Santa Claus decal with a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his face.

You step back once you're done with one of the doors, "Look at our masterpiece! Our doors are like gifts just waiting to be unwrapped!"

Seungmin nods, setting aside a wreath, "We'll save this for the outside door."

As you continue decorating, laughter echoes through the hallway. You create a paper gingerbread man on one of the doors, teasing Seungmin as he works on the door next to yours, "Look, Minnie! I made a gingerbread version of you! It even has your iconic mischievous grin."

Seungmin chuckles, rolling his eyes before he sends a wink your way, "Well, then I'll add one of you to mine, with your radiant smile."

Your doors soon become a delightful display of love and creativity. You add a heart-shaped ornament between the two doors, symbolizing your shared joy, "The doors are kinda like a reflection of us—some we work on together and some we work on by ourselves and then come together to make something better!"

Seungmin kisses your cheek, then your temple, then your forehead, "Merry Christmas, my festive partner in crime!"

As you both admire your handiwork, the warmth of the season envelopes you as you turn to press a soft kiss to Seungmin's lips.

✿Jeongin✿

Writing letters to Santa 

You and Jeongin sit surrounded by the faint scent of pine, armed with paper, pens, and mischievous grins, "Innie, we have to make sure Santa knows we've been extra good this year."

Jeongin playfully winces, "Define 'extra good.' Does avoiding laundry count?"

You roll your eyes and begin scribbling on your paper, vocalizing what you're writing, "Dear Santa, Jeongin promises to conquer the laundry pile next year."

Jeongin leans over his paper, pen scratching against it as he speaks, "And the love of my life swears to stop hiding cookies from me. It's a Christmas miracle in the making!"

Laughing at his antics, you link your arm with his, "Santa's got to know we're a package deal, with all our quirks."

Squeezing your arm, Jeongin grins, "Exactly! Like how you sing in the shower—horribly off-key."

You gasp, "Well, at least I don't forget to water the plant, unlike someone I know."

His mouth drops open in mock offense, "Hey, it's a cactus! It's practically a desert survivor!"

The both of you burst into laughter, before continuing your letters. Jeongin snickers as he writes, "Well, Santa, if you need a backup reindeer, my baby's got a mean impersonation."

You demonstrate your ridiculous impersonation, earning laughter from your boyfriend as you try not to crack yourself up in the process, "Okay, Innie, let's wrap this up before Santa reconsiders giving us presents."

Jeongin takes a calming breath and nods, continuing his letter, "Good point. Dear Santa, we may be a little goofy, but we promise our Christmas spirit is top-notch!"

You both sign your letter with laughter, sealing them with a festive sticker. Holding your sealed letter in your hands, you glance over to Jeongin, "We're definitely on the nice list, right Innie?"

He takes your letter from your hand, trading it for his own letter, a tradition you two decided was a fun way to know what the other wanted, "If not, at least we'll be on the fun list. That's even better!"

In a whirlwind of laughter and love, you and Jeongin eagerly anticipate a Christmas filled with joy and maybe a few gifts from Santa. (You will definitely be getting him anything he wants)

[astralis-is-typing]

(reminder: polls are completely anonymous)

[skz-jae-lynn]

RE-UPLOAD! STRAY KIDS EXTRA MEMBER AU / JAE-LYNN

pronouns: she/her (but chill with she/they too)

birth name: jae-lynn reyes-wang

legal name: jae-lynn king

korean name: ji-ae (지애)

stage name: jae-lynn / jae

nickname: jae, lynnie, jade, jae-jae, jae-lynn hyung, the american girl doll, the queen (rap persona)

birthday: may 1st, 1999

zodiac: taurus(sun) scorpio (moon) pisces (rising), year of the rabbit

birthplace: east elmhurst, queens, NYC

nationality: american

ethnicity: korean and russian (dad's side), filipino (mom's side)

languages: (fluent) english, korean, spanish, filipino, (learning) japanese & chinese

height: 5'2" / 157.48 cm

group position: main dancer, lead vocalist (vocalracha), songwriter, sub-rapper and visual

instruments: piano, guitar (electric and acoustic), bass guitar, orchestral bass, and learning drums

skzoo character: jade the purple raccoon 🦝

──────── ❝ skills ❞ ────────

rapping: ●●●○○

dancing: ●●●●●

singing: ●●●●○

producing: ●●●○○

song writing: ●●●○○

acting: ●●●●○

──────── ❝ traits ❞ ────────

positive: honest, hard-working (driven), “street smart”, confident when she wants to be, trustworthy, creative, supportive

negative: loner / introvert, blunt (doesn’t ‘beat around the bush’), impulsive, no filter, can be very lazy, idealistic, stubborn

personality type: INFP-T

face claim: Beatrice Kristi Ilejay Laus (beabadoobee) [I will also be using a variety of pics from an assortment of ig users]

body claim: hannah kim (hannahkae27 (IG))

voice claim: jini, devita, sabrina carpenter

dancing style: Bailey Sok, Jade Chynoweth, Briar Nolet, Autumn Miller

──────── ❝ family ❞ ────────

father - james wang (1979) [deceased]

mother - elessia reyes-torres (1982)

(c. ‘19) step father - richard torres (1980)

older brother - aleksandr "aleks" reyes-wang (1995)

older adopted sister - faith reyes-wang (1998)

little brother - ezra reyes-wang (2002)

baby half-sister - andrea “andie” reyes-torres (2020)

─────── ❝ fun facts ❞ ───────

Born in East Elmhurst, Queens, NY to Elessia and James King in 1999.

Since 2019, her mom has been remarried. 

As of 2021, Jae has 4 siblings: Aleks, Faith, Ezra, and Andrea.

Her dad died when she was 9 years old (as stated in Jae’s vlive, he was a cop and got killed on the job)

She began to dance at age 2 (ballet and jazz) and as she got older she took on more styles of dance - her favorites being contemporary and hip-hop.

Her and her older sister (Faith) were in the same dance classes for most of their lives. 

She attended PS 329Q East Elmhurst Community School (K-5) and Louis Armstrong Middle School (6th grade)

She moved to Korea at age 12 after getting scouted at her school’s dance competition and completing several at-home auditions.

She lived with her grandmother in Gwangjin-gu when she starting training  at JYP Entertainment. 

She completed middle school at Shingu Middle School and then transferred to Cheongdam High School to finish out her schooling. 

She struggled greatly with her Korean when she first moved into the country.

Her hobbies are: playing video games, watching horror movies, listening to/ playing music, doing makeup, and skateboarding. 

She has a Minecraft server (that she runs with her younger brother) where she plays with Stay almost every weekend

She is obsessed with drag race shows (especially Dragula)

She also watches a lot of youtube, mostly Trixie Mattel and Katya, spooky content youtubers (Loey Lane!!!), and gamers :P

She learned how to play the piano from her grandfather and she taught herself how to play the guitar and bass guitar. 

She loves snow and enjoys the colder seasons more than the warmer ones. 

When she first started training under JYP, her main focus was dance, but she naturally became a rapper.

As time went on, she transformed into a vocalist to fit into Stray Kids.

She was a trainee at JYP Entertainment for 6 years before debut with skz.

She was supposed to debut with Twice in 2015. 

Since 2018 she has been in a groupchat  called 'ghoulfriends’ that includes idols: Son Chaeyoung (Twice), Rosé Park (BlackPink), Jeon Somi (soloist), Kim Yeri (Red Velvet), Jeon Jiwoo (Kard), Momo Hiari (Twice), Shin Ryunjin (Itzy), and Alexa Schneiderman (soloist)

She was a co-host of Dive Studios’ show 'How Did I Get Here’ with Jae Park and AleXa (late 2020 - June 2021).

She is now a co-host to an all new series under Dive Studios, 'That's Like, Really Crazy', where the co-host that works alongside her changes per-week (the show mostly focuses on foreign members of kpop groups / the idol world, and covers korean/world media news in the form of each week being a new trending topic).

Her rapper persona used to be 'The Queen’, but now she only references the name in present-day work. Now she just goes by Jae-Lynn (/Lynnie) or Jae-Lynn King.

Her role models are Britney Spears, Beyoncé, Prince and Billie Joe Armstrong. 

She has two dogs, a golden retriever named Looney and a bulldog named Beaver, that live back in nyc.

She also has one black cat named Brownie.

Currently she has two guinea pigs, Blini and Dulce, and a cat named Naysu.

Her mom co-owns a salon with Jae’s aunt. 

She loves spicy food, and has a strong tolerance for it.

She hates aegyo, and refuses to do it. 

She has a lot of stuffed animals that she sleeps with, her favorite being a bear her and Bang Chan made at build-a-bear one year (named Roger).

LOVES BUILD-A-BEAR WITH A PASSION

She is a Hufflepuff (Harry Potter house)

Her favorite color is purple.

She has said that if she weren’t in Stray Kids she wouldn’t know what she’d be doing. 

She often releases covers or original songs for Stay. 

Calls her vlives, ’Jae-Lynn’s weekly date with Stay’ (usually happens every Friday), where she likes to react to new music that had come out during the week and give feedback, and sometimes she practices guitar or dances. 

Her, Han and IN shared a dorm room, which she called the 'J³ room’. 

In 2020, her and fellow idol, AleXa, moved in with each other into a new apartment, however later in the year, they decided to live separate.

As of 2021, Jae-Lynn now lives alone in an apartment (in the same building as the other skz members).

She has been on 5 survival shows:  Sixteen, Unpretty Rapstar 3, Stray Kids, Good Girl, and Kingdom.

She is very close with NCT’s Mark Lee - they have been best friends since they met in 2nd grade. 

She has her driver’s license, and drives her grandmother’s old car. 

She has 7+ tattoos (& counting) and she also has her nose pierced.

She has said that she doesn’t like to define her sexuality, but if she were to put a label on herself she’d be bisexual. 

She collects crystals and incense sticks (has burned sage in the old skz dorm before bc “the vibes are all off”)

She is deathly allergic to strawberries, and is mildly allergic to nutmeg and grass. 

Jae-Lynn has several solo mixtape/ep/album releases, and a wide discography (she has around 115 KOMCA credits).

Her motto: “Until you’re ready to look foolish, you’ll never have the possibility of being great” - Cher

Jae-Lynn’s Type: Jae has said that she thinks all people are beautiful as long as they bring beauty to the world through their actions.

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[post originally from my other page @ignooy-nim. I decided to make a full page for jae-lynn just for shits and giggles, and because I was slowly losing my mind with the amount of drafts I had accumulated on that account LMAO, hope y'all enjoy this, and remember that none of this is supposed to be super serious, and that at the end of the day I AM ot8. this is just meant to be a creative writing project for me on a group I really love, so lets just have fun and create some madness together! - mars]

© ignooy-nim / skz-jae-lynn 2023 - all posts tagged with the ’skz-jae-lynn’ tag on this tumblr account are my genuine work unless stated otherwise. I only post this au on this tumblr account from here on out, so if you see anything pertaining to my work elsewhere, please be kind and reach out to me to let me know. thanks 💞

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[ericshoney]

Stray Kids Masterlist

Bang Chan

~ Brother!Chan (Heacannon)

~ Made for me (Oneshot) (Yandere)

Lee Know (Minho)

Changbin

~ Brother!Changbin (Imagine)

Hyunjin

~ Out of love (Oneshot) (Yandere)

Han

Felix

Seungmin

I.N.

[charmercharm3r]

BURYING YOUR HEAD IN MINCHANBIN TIDDIES BC BIGTIDDYRACHA

going around the dorms trying to catch them shirtless like its a game, cus it is! a silent bet with yourself to get all of them to hug you after a shower or a work out so you can shove your head into their chest. big arms wrapping around your shoulders so you can nose between their pecs. they’d be so confused at first, like “wtf are they doing.” minho’s the first to catch on, you’re not very subtle and practically motorboat him. then chan realizes after you blow raspberries into his skin. changbin just thinks you really wanted to hug him and would gladly let you motorboat him again if it means you’ll give him a cuddle.

[minhosimthings]

Skz under the Mistletoe

Pairings: bf!Skz × implied fem!reader

Warnings: FLUFF FLUFF NOTHING BUT FLUFF, mention of food, a bit suggestive in Minho and Changbin's

A/N: I needed something to help refresh this dumb brain of mine cause I CANNOT work on any of my smut wips rn so here ya go! Also I know it's not Christmas yet and this is really Christmassy but y'all I live in Scotland. ITS ALWAYS CHRISTMAS MUHAHAHA

Bang Chan/ Christopher

this mf would start giggling so hard

I'm like a hundred percent positive he would deliberately hang mistletoe above you

Imagine you're baking cookies and you're too busy to give him a kiss

And he just pouts and stalks off ☹️ somewhere to do God knows what

And then you find him sitting on the couch with mistletoe on his hair

"baby quick! Kiss me I'm under mistletoe! Don't you know it's bad luck if you don't kiss someone under mistletoe?"

You'd give in of course, not wanting to sadden your adorable boyfriend,🥺 who looked even more adorable with heaps of mistletoe stuck to his curls

Please save me I am obsessed with this man

Lee Minho/ Lee Know

This man

This man istg

HE WILL STRAIGHT UP REFUSE TO KISS YOU

"I wouldn't kiss your dumb face normally why would I do it now?"

Meanie 😐

But he'd immediately melt on seeing your pouty face and sad expression

So like the great boyfriend he is, he'd tie strings of mistletoe to Soonie's collar and send her to you.

"alright we need to kiss your mom on her stupidly cute face so go to her and don't mess this up."

Soonie would walk up to you followed by Minho and he would just meekly be like "Mistletoe?"

CUTIES NXJSJS

Would a 100% pick you up and throw you on the bed, saying that mistletoe doesn't only consist of kisses 😏

Changbin/ Seo Changbin

ISTG I WILL COMBUST RIGHT HERE

Bang Chan part 2

He'd be so giggly and blushing so profusely when you both would notice you're under mistletoe

Like if it was at a party or something, and everyone was shouting "Kiss!" At the both of you, how could he refuse?

Would definitely do that thing where he squeezes your waist

It would be such a soft kiss istg

Would probably take you up to the bedroom after the kiss though

Hyunjin/Hwang Hyunjin

GIRL THE WAY HE'S BLUSHING SO HARD YOU'D THINK HE SMEARED PAINT ON HIMSELF

You'd decorate his art studio with mistletoe

Specifically putting it above the place where you'd pose for him when he's painting you

This man would probably be confused at first like he's so immersed in painting,

And then you're like "Hyunjin look mistletoe!"

Bitch will be like "You want me to paint the mistletoe in the picture too?"

Truly the leader of PaboRacha

But afterwards he'd give you the most precious kiss ever

Just so soft, warms wrapped around your waist

"Wanna make some hot chocolate darling?"

I need to stop Hyune is wrecking me too hard

Han/Han Jisung

Ngl he would be the one badgering you

"ooh baby where did this mistletoe come from?"

*holds the mistletoe above your head*

Would pout when you'd say you'll give him kisses later, because you need to get ready for work

Literal sparkly eyes begging you for a kiss

You'd give in eventually, how could you refuse the power of the Han Jisung puppy eyes?

"baby did you kiss me because of the mistletoe or because of my charms?"

SO FUCKING ADORABLE

Felix/Lee Yongbok

Alright I'm imagining this is Australia because obviously you guys went to visit his family for the holidays

His sister's would a 100% prank him with mistletoe

NAUR cause they'd hang mistletoe over your bed, and when you and felix spot it, they'd pull out their phones to record you guys kissing

DEFINETLY did not do that to my gf once nope

"oh sunshine look mistletoe! Should we have a kiss then?"

MY SWEET POOKIE BROWNIE SUGAR PUMPKIN PIE I love him saur much

Seungmin/Kim Seungmin

Bruh this guy

I swear to god this guy

KIM MF "it's a childish thing to do" SEUNGMIN

NAUR he WILL make fun of you for wanting to do it

Like you're just goofing off, decorating the house for Christmas

And you decide to jokingly put mistletoe on his hair

He'll just roll his eyes and go back to his book, completely ignoring the grass on his hair

And you'd be like bitch kiss me we're under mistletoe

"Seriously pup, you still believe in that childish crap?"

And he's done it, he's upset you great job Seungmin (I don't know why I'm so salty towards him rn)

And then he'd just sigh, looking at your pouty face

Then he'll proceed to grab your face in his hands and kiss you in the most devastating way ever

"next time when you want a kiss, just ask for it darling."

Wodjdjeb you will not survive

I.N/Yang Jeongin

AHH INNIE KDISSHD

Lemme calm down first

THIS GUY WOULD BE SO AMAZING

Look if there's anyone in Skz who believes in miracles and the holy spirit and whatnot

IT'S HIM

Flashback to when he wanted to be a priest

Giggles and blushes part 3

Girl he legit kiss you for so long if you do that

Iike sir you need to breathe too stop with the smooches

He'll legit kiss you in the middle of a store if there's mistletoe there

Like just in the middle of the hygiene aisle, where there's mistletoe decorating the shelves

Just BAM his lips are on uours

"We can't resist the power of the mistletoe honey."

I swear to God this man will be the death of me

[lovscb97]

# miscellaneous masterlist

. . .

key: f = fluff, s = smut/suggestive, a = angst/hurt, c = comfort, h = headcannons, p = nsfw links

↻ stray kids !

⥽ … BANG CHAN: 

#one. bangchan fic recs (f, s, a)

#two. nerd!chan headcannons (h, f) (1.4k)

⥽ … LEE MINHO: 

n/a.

⥽ … SEO CHANGBIN: 

n/a.

⥽ … HWANG HYUNJIN: 

n/a.

⥽ … HAN JISUNG: 

n/a.

⥽ … LEE FELIX: 

n/a.

⥽ … YANG JEONGIN: 

n/a.

⥽ … OT8/MULTI-MEMBER:

#one. hyung line links (p, s, f) (2.7k)

↻ enhypen !

⥽ … LEE HEESEUNG: 

n/a.

⥽ … PARK JONGSEONG: 

n/a.

⥽ … SIM JAEYUN: 

n/a.

⥽ … PARK SUNGHOON: 

n/a.

⥽ … OT4/MULTI-MEMBER: 

#one. hyung line links (p, s) (2.3k)

[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

His Kisses | Bang Chan

Summary: just fluffy kisses with bang Chan. Reader has curly hair. I just am absolutely obsessed with this Chan and miss it so here's if you kissed this Chan.

Warnings: it's a little sensual but no smut

"Christopher Bang, if you run your fingers through my hair you're dead meat."

Chan laughed loudly, removing his hand from your head immediately. "Why did you say it like that?"

You glare his way. "You know the rule: if my hair is curly you can't touch it. You'll tangle it and ruin the curls if you try to comb it. I'll have a poofy cloud on my shoulder."

He giggles, shuffling closer to you on the couch. "That's fine, I'm sure you'll look cute with cloud hair too."

He was being cheeky today. More so than normal. You wanted to coo at him, pinch his cheeks and give him sweet pecks on his lips. But the hair touching was unacceptable, and you couldn't cave for this. He was going to be told no a million times if that's what it took for him to listen.

"Hands. Away. From the hair," you warned, pointing an accusatory finger his way. "I swear on your grave you will regret this."

Chan feigned offense, hand immediately moving to cover his chest. "My grave?! I'm wounded!"

You scoffed but couldn't help the smile that teased its way across your lips. This caught his attention and he cheered loudly. Suddenly his arms were wrapped around your waist, tugging you into his lap. He situated you so your legs dangled off the couch but your body was turned to him. Gently, he swiped the curls from your face and tucked them behind your ear.

"There," he softly says with a smile. "Now I can see your pretty face."

His index finger snuck its way under your chin, giving it a small push to encourage you to lift your eyes to his. He narrowed his eyes, a smirk forming his features. A blush began creeping up your neck and he noticed this.

Chan's thumb came up to your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly to release your clenched jaw. His head tilted to the side before he swooped in, lips meeting yours fervently in a passionate kiss. His free hand reached to the bottom of your back to draw you in closer.

You couldn't resist him when he was like this. Kissing and holding you so passionately your heart fluttered. He was able to get away with everything once he kissed you, and this he knew very well. It was that cheeky side of his personality that came to find these weaknesses of yours.

His thumb pulled a little more on your bottom lip to open your mouth to him. He kept the kiss clean, not yet sliding past your lips for a deeper kiss. Just his open mouth to yours was enough to keep you wanting more. Once he felt you reach an arm around his neck and beckon him closer, he pulled away.

He grinned at you. "You are so beautiful," he says, admiring your pinkend lips.

Your right hand came up to poke his cheek. "And you, my friend, are very evil." It traced up his cheekbone to his eyebrows to softly move his bangs from his eyes. "A tease."

Bang Chan wore a proud look at your words. "Anything for you, baby."

With your left arm still around his neck, you use it to pull him closer to you, shifting on his lap. "Kiss me again," you whisper, glancing up to his eyes. They were dark, alluring, and full of temptation you were just itching to release.

When he leant in again, he didn't meet your lips. Instead, he nuzzled his nose against your own with a small laugh. "Don't touch my hair," he mimicked you quietly. "Kiss me again. So needy."

You smacked his chest. "You started this! Now I want more."

He licked his lips immediately at your words, but he didn't give you the satisfaction of leaning in anymore, keeping his nose against your own. "Well, you're just going to have to finish it."

That was easy enough, you thought. You reached your left hand up to the back of his head, digging your hands through his blond hair and pulling it gently. Guiding his head back down to your lips, you finally took the second kiss you had been waiting for. However, you didn't leave it at just that. You pecked his lips three, four, five times.

The pecks were long, drawn out and sensual. Compared to the first one you shared, where he led the two of you passionately and short, these kisses were more emotion filled and felt connecting. Kissing him was always the feeling you had when you became attached to something. It was a bond that would never die out.

His hands fell to your hips, squeezing slightly to signify he was going to move you. You allowed him to disconnect his lips long enough to drag one leg over his hips so you were more comfortable. Then he immediately left long kisses down your neck with your hands in his hair, almost guiding him.

"I love you my darling," you whisper to him, pulling him into a hug. His head rested on your shoulder, both of you ear to ear, arms around each other. "I love you so much."

He hummed pleasantly. "I love you too."

After a moment of you basking in each other's presence, feeling nothing but each other's touch, Chan broke the silence.

"How come you get to touch my hair?"

[thoughtsforsoob]

I love the genre of bf’s who have beef with your plushies. It’s so cute yet so mean! Your plushies are just babies and they have feelings too.

You’d brought him over to your apartment for the first time and decided to change before leaving to get dinner. You left him on your bed and went to your bathroom to change. While you were gone, he took this opportunity to examine your plushies. You seemed to have a lot of them and he didn’t really mind that. What he did mind was the fact that you were probably cuddles up to them all night when it should have been him that you’re cuddling. He takes the big Tuxedo Sam you had propped up against the wall and he sets it on his lap. He gently punches it, letting out ‘she’s mine’ and ‘you won’t be here for long’ under his breath as he does so. The poor penguin has a little divot in his tummy when your boyfriend is done with it.

You come out when you were done getting ready and gasp when you see what he’s done. Your poor plushie was on his lap, looking flatter than ever. You ran over to save your plushie, causing your boyfriend to pout and cross his arms. You pick up the penguin and cradle it to your chest. “It’s gonna be okay, Mr. Sammie. I can’t believe your daddy was doing that to you?” Your boyfriend basically melts at the idea of being a ‘dad’ to your plushies. “Wait wait! I didn’t mean it. I didn’t know I was their dad!” He gets up and hugs you and your plush from behind. “Can I say sorry? Please?” You turn your head to look at him, “hmph, fine. Here, hold him well.” You pass over the oversized plushie into your boyfriend’s muscular arms, a funny image that you’d love to take a picture of. He takes a deep breath and leaves a kiss to its forehead. “I’m so sorry, little one. Dad will never do that again. You forgive dad? I was just jealous you get to cuddle with your mom every night and I don’t. I’d love to trade places with you. I think we should still be really good friends though.” He talks to the plush who stares back at him. You giggled and got on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, “I think he forgives you. Now let’s go for dinner. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you replace him tonight.” Your boyfriend has never looked more excited.

skz: changbin, Han, Felix, seungmin

txt: yeonjun, BEOMGYU, taehyun

nct: Chenle, yuta, jisung, haechan :(((

ateez: San, Jongho, Mingi

[onekeii]

10:52pm. yang jeongin - happy birthday

pairings: yang jeongin x gn!reader

genre: romance, fluff

warnings: none

word count: 500+

a/n: i'm a little late but it's still the 8th where i live so it counts. i love jeongin sm so i wanted to write a little smth for his birthday <33. also this is the first thing i am posting i hope u like it

masterlist

reblog if you enjoy!

[10:52pm]

He’s usually home by now. You had been pacing around the kitchen for over half an hour now, the sound of your own footsteps driving you crazy. It only made you want to pace around more. Where was he?

Your eyes fell on the clock, relieved to see that it had not yet struck midnight. 68 minutes. You and Jeongin had 68 minutes left to celebrate his birthday. You began to panic again, dragging your feet across the floor even though your legs screamed for a break. There were twenty-four hours in a day, and yet the both of you were somehow only left with 68 minutes. And counting.

The truth is, today was just like any other day. The two of you rarely ever got to spend time together; life had a habit of getting in the way. You were usually up and out of the house at the crack of dawn, careful not to wake your boyfriend up. By the time you arrived home, he was usually at work. He always came back a little too late, too, finding you already fast asleep in your shared bed. The same thing was likely to happen again today if he didn’t hurry up - you could feel your eyelids grow heavy at the idea of the clock drawing closer to midnight.

It wasn’t an ideal arrangement, but the two of you still made it work; that’s what you do when you love someone, after all. The rare days where both you and Jeongin were free were spent joined at the hip with him, your body unable to leave his side even if you wanted to. 

And on the normal days, where you hardly ever saw each other, you would find remnants of his love - evidence that he still existed in your life - dotted around the house. Your house. Post-it notes stuck to every surface imaginable: they wished you a good day, they told you random facts he had learned, they filled you in on the drama between his friends, they made sure you didn’t forget to pack your lunch. There was a stack of post-it notes and a pen in every room for this reason, and you made sure to keep every single one, neatly tucked away in your bedside drawer. 

Just this once, you wanted to do something nice for him. It was his birthday, after all. You didn’t have any presents for him; whenever you asked Jeongin what he wanted, the answer was always the same. You. So that was your gift for him - fighting off the sleep that threatened to consume you, just to welcome him home. To hold him, to kiss him, to tell him happy birthday. 

A deep sigh escaped you as you turned to the stack of post-it notes on the counter. With just under an hour left, you contemplated leaving a measly little note for him and giving up for today. Just as you picked up the pen, the front door unlocked with a click.

Adrenaline immediately shot through your veins. He’s finally home. You could’ve sworn your heart was going to burst through your chest. He wasn’t expecting you to still be awake, so he very much got his birthday surprise when you stuck your head out from the kitchen with a little too much excitement. When he realised it was only you, his face softened instantly, dropping all his stuff just to hold his arms out to you. You accepted without hesitation, slotting yourself perfectly within his embrace.

“Happy birthday, Yang Jeongin.”

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