#changbin and seungmin in particular actually

[withleeknow]

for the upcoming comeback i'd like to humbly request some of them to go on jaejoong and friends to promote the album

[faunandfloraas]

"Seungmin would be SO hot if he got muscle like, can you imagine?" You would be hotter if you shut your mouth but we can't always get what we want so <3

[godslino]

GUTTER BALL | changbin first date series. one night stand to lovers.

pairing: changbin x fem!reader word count: 5.2k genre: non idol au, fluff warnings: implied sexual content, swearing, mentions of drinking summary: a one night stand with changbin ends in pancakes and the promise of a date. the rest is history.

chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin · · · ♡ series masterlist · · · ♡ taglist · · · ♡

a/n: finally! the changbin chapter! i just want to take a second to say THANK YOU for all the support you guys have given this series so far. reading everyone's comments is genuinely the highlight of my day and i'm so happy you're all enjoying it. please remember that both my taglist and my requests are open, so don't be shy. once again, any and all feedback is appreciated. you guys are awesome, happy reading <3

The first thing you notice when you wake up is that this is not your room.

Blackout curtains, a lamp on the bedside table painting the walls in a warm glow, navy blue sheets that are pulled over your bare chest and—oh.

Oh.

“Fuck,” you mutter, throwing your arm over your eyes, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Everything comes flooding back in an instant: the bar, dark curly hair, one too many drinks, a voice low in your ear, stumbling through his apartment door, the most ripped arms you’ve ever seen, and that tongue—

The sound of a door unlocking shakes you from your thoughts, followed by shoes being kicked off as you scramble to sit up and hug the sheet tighter around your body.

What was his name—Changbin? Changbin. That sounds right. At least from the memories you have where it was coming out in strangled moans from your throat. Which is dry, by the way, undoubtedly from the amount of alcohol and the…strain it was put through.

You don’t really have time to unpack that particular part of last night’s events when there’s a knock at the door—funny, because this is his room.

Flattening your back against the headboard, you clear your throat as best you can, “Come in.”

When it opens, Changbin’s head pops through, tufts of his hair sticking out from under a baseball cap. “Hey,” he says softly before stepping all the way in. He takes one look at you, your hands holding the bedsheet in a death grip, and wordlessly walks over to his dresser.

“I bought food,” he says with his back turned, pulling out a sweatshirt. He pulls out a few sweatpants too, shuffles through them until he finds some with a drawstring, and then turns back around to face you with the clothes held in his hand.

He looks…apologetic? Nervous? Really, really cute? That’s not a question, actually. He is cute.

You’re not sure if it’s the fact that you’re seeing him in better lighting for the first time, or maybe because you’re sober, or maybe because the only other image you have of him is when he’s hovering over your body and making you see stars, but you can’t help the little fluttering feeling that starts in your chest when he gives you a small smile.

“Your dress is kind of…I, uh…it’s ripped.”

Your eyebrows shoot up in shock at the same time you feel heat rush to your cheeks. “Oh,” is all you can say as you desperately try to remember that part of the night. Hands are all you see, big and strong, and you silently let your gaze fall to them as he moves forward to place the clothes at the foot of the bed.

“Yeah,” he rubs the back of his neck, “You can have these. They should fit you, and I don’t mind losing them. Consider it my reimbursement for ruining your dress.”

You lean forward slowly, still holding the blanket to your chest, and Changbin has to stop himself from staring at the exposed skin of your shoulder when your hair falls forward in the process. “These are—” your eyes go wide, “Balenciaga?!”

He blinks like you didn’t just name drop a brand that sells singular articles of clothing for double your paycheck. “Yeah?”

“I can’t take this.”

“Why not?”

“This costs more than me,” you say incredulously.

He moves to argue, but then a slow grin starts to spread across his face. He tones it down, minimizes it to a single upturn of the left side of his mouth. “I mean, you don’t have to wear anything. I don’t mind either way.” Changbin smirks, and you narrow your eyes.

“However,” he continues, “I would really, really like to see you in my clothes.”

🎳

“He gave you a what hoodie?” Felix’s voice is distant on the other end of the line. The clicking of his keyboard stops, there’s a rustle, and then suddenly his mouth is a lot closer to the speaker than it’d previously been.

Changbin’s en suite is huge, just like his bedroom. Once he slipped out to give you privacy, claiming he was going to set up the food, you’d allowed yourself to fully take in your surroundings. A california king sized bed, a walk in closet, an attached bathroom with a balcony.

You sigh, leaning back against the marble sink. Changbin’s sweats sit low on your hips, his hoodie all but swallowing your figure into the material.

“That’s not the point, Felix. Were you even listening to me? An entire five minute monologue about how I’m in his house and all you care about is the Balenciaga?”

“Does he have any, like, really hot friends?”

“Felix.”

“Wait. Is he really hot?”

“Felix!” you bring a hand to your forehead, using your thumb and middle finger to rub at the spots just above your eyebrows. “You’re not helping here.”

“Okay,” Felix says, his voice low, “It’s just that I’m having an issue seeing what the problem is.” You pinch the bridge of your nose to fight the oncoming headache as Felix rambles on.

“This guy brought you back to his place, rocked your world, and then what? Cuddled you? Bought you breakfast? Gave you his clothes that are worth more than my car and is now waiting for you to come out of his bathroom and enjoy a nice meal? And that’s bad because…?”

“You know what? I’m hanging up.”

“The hell you are! I left my fucking fortnite match for this! You’d better go out there and—” You slam your phone down on the bathroom counter, the sound echoing. If Felix wasn’t going to validate your very unnecessary nerves, then so be it.

You stare at yourself in the mirror, unfamiliar with the person looking back. It’s a little jarring, the sight of you in someone else’s clothes. A man’s clothes, no less.

It’s been a long time since you’ve had anything close to this sort of…intimacy. Hookups are normal for you, sure. But the mornings after are usually never more than a hurried goodbye as you gather your things and haul ass out the door. Most of the time you don’t even stay, sobered up enough after your post-coital state to slip out into the night and call an uber.

Your memory had come back in full as you were slipping Changbin’s clothes on once he left the room. The sex was great—amazing even. But afterwards, when he turned over and slipped an arm around your waist and hooked his chin on your shoulder was what really scared you.

Okay, maybe scared is an exaggeration. You aren’t scared, it’s just been a while. So what if you don’t crave male validation? Sex is the fun part anyways. Dating doesn’t necessarily go well for you, and feelings are definitely off the table when it comes to hookups. Because that’s all it is: a hookup. Changbin is no different.

You give yourself a total of thirty more seconds before braving a step out into the hallway, sheepishly peeking around the corner.

The apartment is unsurprisingly huge as well: a high ceiling, intricate marble flooring, a chandelier hung in the center of the living room that reflects the sunlight coming in from the floor-to-wall windows on the opposite side.

“Woah,” you say to no one in particular, walking into the dining room area, “This place is intense.”

Changbin looks up from his phone. His hat is off now, a mop of curls sit messily on his head, thick-rimmed glasses are situated at the tip of his nose, his arms—straining against the fabric of his black t-shirt—rest heavily on the table. You watch as he lets his eyes travel the length of you, painfully slow, something unreadable behind them.

“Food’s ready,” is all he says with a smile.

You sit down across from him, eyes wide. It’s like he bought out the entirety of an IHOP while you were asleep. There’s pancakes and waffles, hash browns and toast, an assortment of fruit, two different omelets, two cups of coffee, and at least five different types of syrup options.

“Are we…” you trail off, meeting his expectant gaze, “…expecting other people?”

Changbin nervously scratches his chin. “No, uh, I just—I didn’t know what you liked. And you were sleeping, so…yeah. I tried to cover all the bases.”

When you don’t respond, your eyes transfixed on him, he clears his throat. “Please eat,” he says, extending a hand to gesture at the food, “Let me know if there’s anything else you want.”

“Thank you,” you say, grabbing a fork. Changbin waits until he’s certain you don’t immediately hate it and then starts to eat, too.

It’s quiet, comfortable, sounds of cutlery clinking against plates are the only thing filling the silence as the two of you try to soothe your hangovers with full stomachs. You steal glances at him throughout, watch the way his lips pout when he chews, and then shyly look back down at your plate when he catches you staring. It’s kind of sweet, the idea that he did all this despite only having met you twelve hours ago.

It should be more awkward, too. You’re going to have to talk at some point. There’s an elephant in the room that’s shaped a lot like post-nut clarity mixed with morning-after regret and neither of you are making a move to address it.

“So um, about last night…” Changbin starts a few minutes later. He looks nervous, like he doesn’t know how to vocalize what he plans on saying next.

You nod, putting your fork down. This was to be expected. “I’ll be out as soon as I’m done eating, don’t worry.” Changbin’s head snaps in your direction. “It was really nice of you to get food and stuff, so thank you. I can put my dress back on too so that way I don’t have to take—”

“What?” Changbin furrows his eyebrows, “No. Wait. I’m not kicking you out, Jesus.”

You blink. “You’re not?”

“Of course not.” He stills. “Is that how these things usually go for you?”

Well that isn’t exactly a question you planned on answering. What are you supposed to say? Yeah haha I actually just kind of leave before they have a chance to come back from the bathroom?

“I mean, is that not how it goes for you?”

The blush that spreads across Changbin’s cheeks is hard to ignore. “I don’t—uh…I don’t do this.”

“You don’t buy girls breakfast after you sleep with them?”

“No I don’t—I don’t bring girls home.” He admits.

Oh.

“So I’m…?” The first, you want to ask.

“Yeah.”

Oh.

You’ve never been in this situation before. Apparently that’s Changbin’s specialty: helping you experience things that you normally wouldn’t.

“Listen,” he starts again, licking his lips. His leg is bouncing nervously, visible through the glass table. “I didn’t intend to sleep with you last night. Not because I didn’t want to! Fuck, I—I wanted to. And it was…God, it was amazing. But I feel kind of bad, because everything is out of order and I don’t want it to seem like I’m only trying to ask you now just because I want to get in your pants again or something but like—”

“Changbin,” you cut him off, “Breathe. You don’t—whatever it is you want to say, you can say it.”

He visibly relaxes as soon as his name comes out of your mouth.

“Can I take you on a date?”

There’s a long silence that follows, one that makes you question whether or not he actually said what you think he did. It feels a little surreal, not just the situation but Changbin himself. You went into this blind, completely void of any expectations, but somehow came out of it with—

“A…date?” you ask hesitantly.

“A date.” He repeats, more confident this time. “A real one. Not just a hookup. I mean, I thought you were beautiful—still do! That’s why I approached you at first. I wasn’t expecting to come back here but we were both drinking and then one thing lead to another and your face was so close and I—”

“Okay.” You say, stabbing at a piece of pancake with your fork.

“Okay?” Changbin asks, blinking at you like he didn’t hear correctly.

“I mean,” you swallow your food, “Typically I’d say you’re just trying to sleep with me, because what guy does all of this for a girl he knows literally nothing about?” Changbin nods in understanding. “But we’re kind of past that, aren’t we? So clearly you don’t have any other motives.”

He shakes his head vehemently. “No. Nope. Definitely don’t.” You quirk an eyebrow at him, to which he visibly pales. “Wait, not like that. I just mean that I’m motivated by the fact that you’re beautiful and I want to get to know you not…anything else.”

When you laugh it’s soft, no more than a few heavy exhales out of your nose. Changbin wishes he could hear it more, could get you to open up to him. “I’m not too sure there’s much you’d want to know.” You admit.

“Well that’s for me to decide, isn’t it?”

His tone is different now, much more confident. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s more at ease with the conversation, or maybe it’s because he wants to prove you wrong. Either way, it makes anticipation stir deep in your gut. Changbin is different, a good different.

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess it is.”

“So it’s a date?” He picks up a piece of watermelon with his fork, holds it out to you in some sort of a toast.

“Depends,” you poke another piece of your pancakes and let it hover in front of your face, “Are you gonna buy more of these?”

“I could make that happen.” He smiles, and for the first time you let yourself get lost in it.

“Then yeah,” you push your hand forward, clinking the sides of your forks together, “It’s a date.”

🎳

changbin [8:30am]

for you 🥞

you [8:31am]

are you going to do this every day?

changbin [8:31am]

absolutely

what kind of a man would that make me if i didn’t deliver your pancakes in the morning?

you [8:34am]

a normal one

changbin [8:34am]

sounds boring

do you want syrup with those?

🎳

“I can’t believe you’re doing this.” Felix says, leaning against the doorframe. He watches as you adjust your hair in the mirror, a wary look on his face from where you can see his reflection over your shoulder.

It’s been two weeks since you and Changbin hooked up. You’ve texted nonstop since then, most of it just casual conversation. It’s kind of nice; you get to hear about his day, what songs he’s currently listening to, and find out that he’s one hundred percent committed to the pancake bit. You let him know more about yourself too: your job, your annoying coworkers, which one of your comfort shows you’re rewatching for the fourth time. Changbin makes it a point to text you every morning and every night. You open your eyes to a pancake delivery and then close them after answering the question of: What type of pancakes do you want tomorrow?

Today, it was blueberry. Because today is the day you’re finally going on your date—and because Changbin’s sheets (that you haven’t stopped thinking about for some reason) are blue.

“What’s there to not believe, Lix?” you ask, turning to face him.

“I’m just worried.” He says, walking forward to place both hands on your shoulders. His face is serious, eyebrows pulled together slightly in that concerned look you know too well. Felix has seen firsthand what your last relationship did to you, spent nights with you tucked under his arm as you cried it out and he shoveled ice cream into your mouth. So yeah, he has the room to be worried.

“What if you mess up and I lose my chance to be his friend so he can give me a Balenciaga hoodie?”

Record scratch. Freeze frame. Whatever the hell happens in the tv shows. You shove his arms away with a scoff, rolling your eyes when he stumbles to the side as he laughs.

“You are so annoying.”

“And you better not ruin my chances of getting with one of his producer friends!” Felix calls out as you walk towards the living room. “I saw a cute one on his instagram. Don’t know his name—there was no tag, but oh my God, I love his nose.”

“You went through his socials?” you ask in disbelief, staring at him as he bends down to rummage through the fridge.

“Uh, yeah? Had to make sure he wasn’t some sort of weirdo that could possibly turn out to be a serial killer. Please, I’m not that bad of a best friend.”

“Sure. Whatever you say.” You smile, laughing at the pout he shoots your way.

Changbin’s got his hands in his pockets when you swing the door open. His hair is even fluffier than you remember, a white t-shirt hugging his chest perfectly beneath his jacket and—the glasses. The damn glasses. Your stomach starts churning at the sight, the smallest of cracks in your reserve starting to form.

“You’re early,” you say, giving him a questioning look.

Changbin shrugs. “I was excited.”

“Sweet talking to me isn't gonna work, you know?”

“I don’t have a reason to sweet talk, I’m just being honest.” Changbin’s teeth are white when he flashes them, bright and sincere. He makes talking so easy, like he’s practiced it a thousand times. You like that.

“Well,” you clear your throat, “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” Changbin grins, grabbing your hand and leading you down towards his car.

🎳

Changbin, as you come to find out, is full of surprises.

First, he’s ridiculously good at driving. One hand on the wheel, the other mindlessly playing with yours where his hand rests on top of your thigh. The way he maneuvers the car is, well, it’s hot. It’s also really hard to focus your attention anywhere but his hands, especially when you know what they can do.

Second, he’s really, really silly. Most of the usual small talk made on a first date was done over text since it took so long to find a day that both of you were free, but that just made it so falling into step beside one another was that much easier.

Changbin isn’t afraid to sing along with whatever song is on the radio. In fact, he’s actually really good at singing. Well, when he’s not forcing the dramatics and belting at the top of his lungs while he pretends to romantically serenade you in the passenger’s seat. You can’t help but giggle, swatting his hand away when he makes exaggerated gestures in your direction during certain high notes.

Third, he makes your heart flutter. And not just the usual Oh you’re cute kind. No. Changbin makes your heart feel like it’s going to melt into the floor, all of your senses hyper aware of every part of him, wanting and craving more even when he’s right next to you.

He makes you laugh at unexpected times, encourages you to keep speaking if you ramble on for too long about something completely random, and his smile—oh man. Maybe Felix was right to be worried. Not about you messing up, but about you being absolutely head over heels for this guy.

By the time Changbin pulls into an empty parking spot, the two of you have settled into a natural back and forth that has your head reeling with how much fun it is.

“A bowling alley?” you ask, turning to him. Changbin turns the car off, stares at you in expectation. “You spent, like, five minutes telling me that you were taking me to the one place you feel most at home and it’s a bowling alley?”

“Woah, hold on. Are you mocking me?” Changbin smiles again, and suddenly nothing else matters.

“No I’m just—I feel bad.”

His eyebrows furrow. “Bad? Why?”

“I’m gonna, like, kick your ass at this. You know that right?” You say, chuckling.

Changbin stares at you for a moment, and then he’s laughing. A high pitched, steady trill of laughter that sends you into your own fit of giggles just from the residual joy that’s oozing out of him.

Once he’s composed himself enough, he points a finger in your direction, “Oh you are so on.”

The alley is pretty empty, the only other bowlers being at a far lane at the end of the building. Changbin takes the liberty of paying and grabbing both of your shoes, and you silently follow behind him as he leads you to your assigned lane.

“Weight?” he asks, tying his laces.

You glance up from your own shoes, watching as he shucks off his jacket. His arms flex nicely under the material of his shirt, straining against the fabric as he ties a knot.

“Huh?” you ask, not entirely present.

Changbin stands, smirks slightly. “What ball weight do you use?”

“Oh, uh, an eight please.”

He nods and disappears off towards the racks of balls, leaving you alone to scold yourself.

“Christ. Get a grip.” You mumble, smacking your forehead lightly with the palm of your hand.

It’s been a while since you bowled. When you were younger, your dad used to take you every once in a while and marvel at how good you were. That was a long time ago, when you had the time to enjoy things rather than work nonstop to keep yourself afloat. It’s kind of bittersweet being back in an alley, different circumstances but still the same familiarity.

Changbin comes back with two balls in his hands and places them on the ball rack. He glances over to where you’re keying in the names, smiling softly when he notices that you put him down as BIN.

“Ready to have all of your hopes and dreams crushed?” you ask, knocking your shoulder with his.

Changbin fakes a stumble, rubs his arm like you full on punched him. “Oh God, I don’t think I can play now.”

“Nice try sweetheart,” you scoff, picking up your ball just as the screen signals for the game to start, “Watch and learn.”

You move up to the beginning of the lane, trying to ignore the way Changbin whistles playfully when you do. The ball fits perfectly in your hand, round and smooth. One deep breath, you pull your arm back, slowly walk forward, and bend at just the right moment to send it off with a thud as it hits the lane. You watch with your breath held, hope that you’re able to prove you’re not all talk, and smile proudly when the ball goes crashing through the center pin, knocking them all out.

Changbin’s jaw is on the floor when you turn around. “Your turn, hot shot.” You say sweetly, patting his shoulder as you plop down in the seat next to him.

He clears his throat. “Alright.” He grunts, stretching his arms for dramatic effect. He lets out a loud yell, one of those Hoo! noises that people make before they’re about to do something crazy.

As he lines up to go, he turns, kisses his hand and blows it in your direction. “This one’s for you!” He shouts, winking when you hide your face in your hands out of embarrassment.

You watch as he rolls it forward, leans his body to the left when it curves way too far to the right, and then your hand is flying to your mouth to stifle your laughter when the neon pink ball goes straight into the gutter.

“Ah!” He screams, throwing his hands up and behind his head. He whirls around, points an accusatory finger in your direction, “You did this!”

“Me? What’d I do?”

“You distracted me!”

“I did not!

“How am I supposed to focus when the most beautiful girl in the world is watching me?”

“I—” you scoff, fighting the blush on your cheeks as Changbin walks toward you with a shit-eating grin, “Shut up. Stop that.”

“Stop what?” He crouches in front of you, trying to catch your eyes when you avert his gaze.

“Stop sweet talking. That’s a violation of the game rules. Cheating. You’re trying to distract me.”

“Trying to distract you or trying to get you to fall head over heels for me?”

You blink, “You don’t have to try and do that.”

Changbin searches your eyes for a long while, like he’s trying to decipher whether or not you’re being sincere. It looks on his face is one of disbelief, like it’s hard for him to be convinced that you reciprocate any of what he feels.

“Now who’s sweet talking?” He laughs.

“I’m not sweet talking, I’m just being honest.”

“That’s my line!”

“Well,” you say, standing to take your turn, “I wasn’t gonna steal your bad bowling skills was I?”

The game continues on after that. Changbin somehow manages to score three more gutterballs until you decide to take pity on him.

“Here, like this,” you say, walking up behind him. Changbin freezes when you press yourself up against his back, your hand steady on his forearm as you adjust his positioning.

“This is a little—”

“What? Don’t like it?” You giggle.

He clears his throat, “Quite the opposite, actually.”

When he sends the ball straight into the middle of the pins, earning his first strike of the night, he can barely contain his excitement as he yells, picking you up and spinning you around while you laugh and throw your arms around his neck.

It feels like floating, being with Changbin. He’s goofy and sweet and he knows exactly how to push your buttons all while making you feel as though you’re the only girl in the world. His smile is as bright as the sun and the way his eyes lock on to yours at any given point in time have you wishing you could lose yourself in them forever.

🎳

In the end, you win. It’s not a surprise to either of you, but Changbin couldn’t be bothered to care less. It doesn’t matter to him, not when he feels like he’s won the lottery every time you smile in his direction. And if that wasn’t enough, when you silently slip your hand into his as the two of you walk back to the car, he swears that he’s the richest man alive.

The feeling is mutual for you, too. Changbin has a way of making you feel like nothing else exists, not when he’s grinning at you from ear to ear and making you laugh so hard your stomach hurts. He’s unprecedented, a stroke of good luck, someone who came into your life when you least expected it.

Changbin, to you, is uncharted territory. He laughs loud and smiles unabashedly. If there’s a lull in conversation he’s not afraid to fill it with one of his many noises or silly dances. He says what he thinks and doesn’t care if it’s too cheesy or makes your cheeks turn just a shade darker with embarrassment.

Changbin is consistent; the first guy that hasn’t thrown you for a loop when it comes to figuring out who he is and what he likes. Changbin is someone you could see yourself falling in love with, one terrible pick up line at a time.

“So…” he says as soon as he walks you to your front door, “I had fun.”

You laugh, glancing down at where he has your pinkies linked on both hands. He’s so cute, everything about him. Changbin, Changbin, Changbin.

“Mmhm, it was really fun teaching you how to bowl.”

Changbin groans, leans his head against your front door. “I was under pressure.”

“That’s okay, I thought it was cute.”

“Hm. Does that mean I didn’t ruin my chances at a second date?”

“Depends,” you say, moving your hands up to clasp behind his neck. Changbin’s immediately fall to your waist, almost like second nature. Right, right, right. Everything feels right. “You could come inside and show me if it’s worth it or not.”

“Jesus,” he mumbles, “Don’t do that. You’re gonna drive me crazy.”

Changbin’s words are slow, each one more breathless than the last. It’s almost intoxicating.

“Maybe I want that.”

“Good,” he whispers, leaning down to brush his nose against yours in silent question, “Because I’ve been crazy about you since the moment I first saw you.”

When his lips finally connect with yours, you’re thankful for the grip he has on your waist that prevents you from stumbling. Sweet like the syrup he bought for you that first morning, kissing Changbin is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. It’s not hurried or messy; it’s not done with the intent of something more to be given. It’s slow, purposeful, Changbin takes his time like he’s worried if he doesn’t you might break right beneath his fingertips.

He hums softly when you tangle your fingers in his hair, pulls you closer until you’re flush against him. Chest to chest, heart to heart—Changbin holds you like he never wants to let go.

When you finally pull away, his eyes are glossy, shining with adoration. You could get used to that.

“So you don’t want to come inside?” You ask again, smiling when he bites his lip.

“Not tonight babe, it’s only the first date. I don’t put out like that.”

You scoff. “Yeah? Well you definitely put something somewhere when I was—”

Changbin cuts you off with a palm over your mouth. “What kind of pancakes do you want tomorrow?” He laughs.

“Mmrrnnf.” You say, muffled his hand. When he removes it, you push your lip out into a pout. “I don’t want pancakes—just want you.”

Changbin closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and then lets his forehead fall against yours. “You’re making it really, really hard to hold myself back right now.”

You giggle, jutting your lips forward to give him a quick kiss. “Good, it’s working.”

He sighs. “Second date, and then maybe we can talk about…other things. But right now, I just want you to enjoy this. Let yourself settle with the fact that I really, really like you. This wasn’t just a one night stand for me, nor did I ever want it to be.” He plants a kiss on your nose, “I’m kind of, like, crazy about you.”

“Me too,” you say quietly, “About all of it. I want to keep seeing you, Bin. I want to see where this goes.”

Changbin beams. “Good.” He leans down to kiss you one last time, nothing more than a press of his lips to yours, but it’s more full of emotion than the last.

When he pulls away and starts walking backwards to head back down to his car, he feels like he’s on top of the world.

“I’ll text you in the morning?”

You nod. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”

“Good,” he says with a wink, “The pancakes are on me.”

There’s a tug in your chest at his words. It’s crazy how something so small, something so simple can make you feel so strongly for someone. But you guess that Changbin is just like that.

And when you open the door, Felix’s entire body falling over the threshold from where he was leaning against it, you can’t even be bothered to get mad.

[tags: @palindrome969 @summergirlsmj @n1staytiny @strwbrrychannie @drhsthl @shays-library @giuliadesu @jisunglyricist @itsgghowitsgg @snowyquokka @caitxx1 @skzstarnet] **colored tags indicate my inability to link your account. this could be due to an error when you filled out the google form or you do not have tags on.

© all rights reserved. godslino 2024. please do not steal, translate, or re-upload.

[bahablastplz]

All in | Chapter 14

pairing: Lee Felix x f!reader (mafia au)

summary: You didn't know what you were getting yourself into when you started dating Yang Jungwon, notorious mafia boss. Your life gets flipped upside down when you're found beaten and bloody by SKZ, the rival mafia group, and you're quickly integrated into their lives. What will happen when you try to leave your old life behind and start anew?

chapter summary: You try to make amends with Seungmin. Chan wants to meet with both you and Felix.

warnings: please see series masterlist for all warnings.

series masterlist ~~ series taglist ~~ main masterlist

<< previous ♡ next >>

Felix shakes you awake in the early morning to let you know he’s leaving. You want him to stay just a little longer, to relish in his warmth, but you know it’s too risky to actually be caught in bed with him. He gives you a kiss on the forehead and you find yourself smiling as he shuts the door behind him. He invites you to train after breakfast, with both him and Changbin this time. You don’t downright decline his offer but you tell him there’s something you need to do first. 

Seungmin’s absence at breakfast is notable. The tension is in fact palpable and you find it gnawing away at your insides. You know deep down nobody here actually blames you for what happens (except maybe Seungmin), but you still can’t help but feel like it’s your fault. 

Felix knew where you were going after breakfast before you even told him. You weren’t surprised by this. Still, at 10 a.m. you knock on what you know to be Seungmin’s room. You pick at the split-end strands of hair while you wait for a response. It’s Jeongin who answers the door. 

He lets you in wordlessly. You wonder if Seungmin would have done the same. 

You stare at his sleeping frame on his mattress. You can tell these sheets are fresh because the ones stained in blood sit in a heap in the corner of his room. When he’s sleeping like this he looks awfully young for his age. You can’t help feeling sorry for him, for all of them really, having experienced way more than a lifetime of trauma. You’re reminded that he’s human, that you’re all human, but Seungmin in particular is just trying his best to get by. Surely, things were smooth before you’d arrived and you’ve just become a hindrance. 

You almost think for a moment that maybe you should have brought flowers and you nearly laugh. Would you have picked them from the backyard? Re-purposed the ones Chan gave you for your date? That probably would have been rude. Seungmin doesn’t seem the kind to appreciate the gesture behind giving flowers, at the moment. 

“He’s not mad at you, you know,” Jeongin says. You suppose you had been staring at Seungmin just a bit too long, not saying anything. You let out a half-hearted laugh at his words. “No, I know,” he starts, running his hands through his hair. “I mean it though. The aggression, the anger, it’s not you it’s really directed at.” 

You mull over his words. “Felix said the same thing yesterday.” Jeongin gives you a sad smile, looking up at the ceiling. 

“He’s not the only one upset with Chan,” he says finally. “I think we all are, in our own ways.” 

“You’re angry at Chan?” you ask quietly. 

“I wouldn’t say that,” he says quickly, almost defensive. “I… I don’t know that I’m allowed to say that. If I’m allowed to be angry at him. It’s just, I… we all owe him so much, you know?” 

You swallow thickly at his words. “That sort of sounds like a toxic relationship to me, don’t you think?” you joke. It’s not a joke. 

Jeongin doesn’t look at you. He just smiles but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“Did he promise you something too?” you ask, walking a little bit closer to him. You’re worried if you pry too much, he’ll close up and not reveal anything else to you. 

“You don’t… you don’t know the whole story,” he explains. 

“I don’t,” you confirm. “But I know that something’s not right. I know you could probably be doing something so much more. You have passions, desires, dreams…”

“I can’t get there on my own.” He’s justifying it, whether to you or himself, you’re unsure. 

“Jeongin, what did he promise you?” you ask him finally. 

“He’d pay for my school,” he tells you, finally making eye contact. “He would pay for my fashion school in full. I can’t afford it without him, without this.” Your heart sinks in your chest. You wonder how long Chan has been holding that over him for. You don’t get a chance to respond, however, because another voice interrupts you. 

“Y/N?” Seungmin asks groggily. He seems to have just woken up, but he’s definitely still a little bit out of it. 

“Hey,” you say, walking to the side of his bed. He reaches his hand out for you and it takes you by surprise. You tentatively accept his reach, intertwining your fingers together. 

“I’m sorry,” he croaks, voice raspy. Out of all things, you were not expecting this. This is not the same Seungmin who screamed bloody murder last night, who had to get dragged out of the room because he was in hysterics. This is the Seungmin you have come to know. 

“Don’t be,” you console. “It was a perfectly justifiable reaction. I’m sorry, really. I hope you get better soon.” 

He squeezes your hand before letting it go. He really, truly seems remorseful for last night. You’re unsure if he has anything to apologize for. You probably would have done the same. 

“Seungmin, you want meds?” Jeongin asks, shaking a little orange pill bottle. Seungmin takes the bottle, dry swallowing two blue pills. You don’t want to know what it is. 

“He’s going to be a little out of it,” Jeongin tells you. “You’re probably good to go.” You wave to Seungmin, wishing him well before you leave the room. You shut the door behind you, taking a deep breath. You feel better now that you have a little more closure. It went better than you thought it would. 

You meet Changbin and Felix in the training room shortly after. You’re flipped onto your back more times than you can count during self-defense training, and though you’re slightly frustrated you can’t help but notice your own improvement. Even though you’re defeated, it takes a lot longer to get you there. You can get in a few hits, and you’re doing better at blocking and reading their hits. 

You have shooting practice with Jisung after. It goes… a little less smooth, admittedly. But you can’t help but feel like you’ve become a force to be reckoned with. You’re not the same, easily threatened girl that showed up a month ago, beaten close to death. You’re not the same girl that Woojin dared to mess with, and you’re certainly not the same girl that you were before you were in captivity and watched Jungwon die. You’re confident–you’re different. You’re glad you accepted Felix’s help after all. 

And so that night you drag Felix into your room after dinner. You can’t keep your hands off of him. You’re not sure what has gotten into you, but the two of you rush. Clothes are discarded without a second thought, and when hands roam each other's bodies it’s fast, hard, for quick pleasure rather than explorative or sensual. 

Felix licks onto your neck and you need to remind him not to suck; you can’t risk him leaving a mark. When his hand finds your center you’re already soaking, bucking your hips desperately into his hand. 

He’s quick to bend you over your mattress and fuck you from behind. His hands cup your breasts, using them as leverage when he snaps his hips into yours. You’re surprised how quiet he is–he’s usually the talkative type, but it seems you both have one thing in mind. 

Your release comes fast and his follows. He helps you dress, look presentable again. He sits on your bed and you sit next to him, your head resting on his shoulder. You play with his fingers, running your fingertips up and down his calloused hands. You’re not sure why it feels so different this time, why there’s a pit in the bottom of your stomach. Why neither of you are talking. 

Then the knock comes. 

It’s as if you had both expected it before it happened, like you had a sixth sense for being interrupted in these quiet moments with one another. 

It’s not Minho you’re expecting. But it’s the news he brings that you are. 

“Chan wants to see you.” 

“I’ve been summoned,” you say, cracking an anxious smile at Felix as you make to leave your room. 

“Actually, he wants to see both of you.” Oh. Oh. That you were not expecting. Felix seems perplexed by this news as well, and the two of you walk to Chan’s office in silence. 

When you open the door, Chan is standing with his arms crossed across his chest. It makes you nervous, immediately thinking that he knows. He knows about you and Felix and something bad is about to happen, you’re sure of it. But once again, your intuition proves you wrong. 

“Sit,” Chan urges. 

You do. 

“I wanted to check in with you, Y/N, after what happened last night,” he starts, still not sitting. 

“Oh, um, it’s okay, really. Everything’s alright now.” You smooth your hands out on your lap, torn between making eye contact and staring at the floor. You choose to meet his gaze despite the way it unnerves you. 

“I’m glad to hear that.” he clears his throat. “As you now know, Heeseung has been making efforts to move forward against SKZ. He has been pushing with some more aggressive tactics.” 

“Won’t it end if you just let me go?” you ask him. 

“Ahhhh. Well, you know better than that, don’t you? He has it out for you sure, but he has it out for us just as much. So, no. Nice try, though.” 

You wring your hands together, choosing your next words carefully. 

“You could let me into ENHA, to infiltrate.” 

Felix stands abruptly but Chan silences him with a single gesture. He immediately sits back down. 

“Are you out of your mind?” Chan says with a charming smile that doesn’t match his tone. “You must be mad. I’m not going to turn you over to the enemy.” 

“Think about it,” you say. “I show up, beg Heeseung for forgiveness—”

“Forget about it.” 

“And when he’s least expecting it, I kill him. Our problem is solved, Chan! Nobody will have to get hurt because of me again.” 

“I said NO.” His voice booms as he enunciates the word. You watch his chest rise and fall and he rounds the desk to where you’re seated. He crouches right in front of you, his face inches from your own. 

“What do you know about killing?” he asks, voice laced with venom. “What do you know about attacking someone, about infiltration? You’re weak. This is not a job meant for you, Y/N.” 

You’re weak. You try not to smile at that. Because whereas that might have stung a while ago, not an ounce of you believes that to be true. Felix blinks. 

Chan stands, his back cracking as he stretches his arms above his head. 

“Felix, I was hoping I could borrow you tomorrow for a mission,” Chan says, ignoring the way your jaw clenches when he doesn’t meet your gaze. 

“Yeah, whatever you need,” Felix confirms. 

“Y/N, you’re dismissed,” Chan states, his eyes still on Felix. With a small huff you stand, making your way to the door of his office before you hear him suck air through his teeth. “Wait,” he says, closing the distance between the two of you.” Your heart stills for a moment as he gets infinitesimally close, his warm breath against your skin. 

“Y/N…” he pauses, his fingers gliding up your neck to poke a spot against your neck. “What the fuck is this.” 

“Um… Chan, what…”

He lets out a sigh, his fingers running through his hair. “A hickey. You have a fucking hickey, Y/N. Want to explain how that happened?” 

You close your eyes just so you don’t look at Felix by mistake, but Chan’s fist slams into the wall next to your head, causing them to shoot open. A frame on the wall falls to the ground, the glass on it shattering open. 

You don’t bother to deny the accusation. What’s done is done. You cannot help but guffaw when Felix finally speaks, incriminating himself when he tells Chan “It was me.” 

Chan does not seem surprised by this information. He blinks once, twice, and lets out a half-hearted, cold laugh. 

When Chan crosses the room in an instant punching Felix square in the face you let out a blood-curdling scream. Felix does nothing to block the hits, taking them one after another. At one point you recognize your own body crossing the room, grabbing onto Chan’s bicep, begging, pleading for him to stop. You make eye contact with Felix for one split second, watch him spit blood out of his mouth before smiling a sad smile at you, and you’re pulling onto Chan again before you hear a loud thwap. 

He has just backhanded you across the face. You barely register the pain–you more feel the warmth radiating across your face. 

It’s now that Felix has stood up and the fight has truly begun. 

It gets messy fast. A slew of curses and fists are flying, and you even get in a hit or two of your own. Chan doesn’t hit you again, but someone does have to pry you off of his back where you’re desperately trying to get him to stop his fight against Felix. You think it’s Minho’s arms that wrap around you, pulling you away from the man, and you see Changbin step in between Chan and Felix. 

“Y/N, go to your room,” Chan spits harshly. 

“Don’t hurt him, please, I’m sorry, just please don’t hurt him–”

“I’m not going to repeat myself.” 

And so you walk to your room, a mess of tears and snot and blood that’s not your own. You’re not sure why you’re even following his directions, but you don’t know what you would do otherwise. When you get to your room you slam the door behind you and slump to the floor, succumbing to your sadness. 

A hickey. You got caught over a fucking hickey and the problem is you can’t even recount the exact time that Felix left it. You thought you had been so careful… that gut feeling you had that something was wrong wasn’t so far off after all. 

Twenty minutes have passed by the time Chan enters your room. You look up at him from your spot on the floor, shaking only slightly. 

“I said this to Felix, but I’m going to tell you as well. If I ever catch you two touching ever again, you’re dead. Both of you. Are we clear?” You nod your head at him with a grimace. “And as for you… you are not to leave this room. The only person to give you permission to leave is me, the only person allowed in is me. You’ll have meals in here from now on until I decide you can handle otherwise.” 

You don’t dare to speak or protest. You feel sick to your stomach. 

When Chan leaves your room, he shuts your door behind you. The loud click that comes after is deafening. After a few minutes you check that, yes, the door is indeed locked from the outside. You’re stuck in here. The window is already bolted shut from your escape attempt on your first night here, and now you are completely locked in this room, stuck between these four walls. 

The only good thing about this place has been taken away from you, though, and it’s not even your freedom. You never really had that to begin with, did you? What you did have was someone who showed you kindness, someone who cared and made you smile. Someone who saved you time and time again but then helped you to get stronger so you could save yourself on your own. 

You cry yourself to sleep but you are smug in the fact that you got in more than one hit on Chan. You stood up for yourself in that room and fought back even if it wasn’t a success. 

You are not the same person you once were. You will find a way out of this.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

taglist: @shuporanporang ; @purp13st4r ; @eurydiceofterabithia ; @heartsbyandra ; @thicccurls ;

@rylea08 ; @the-sweetest-rose ; @oddracha ; @kapelover ; @goldenmellow ;

@zerefdragn33l ; @uhh-awkward-rightt ; @astudyoftimeywimeystuff ; @kaleigh-2002 ; @thatonexcgirl ;

@mindfreecreator ; @linoalwaysknows ; @velvetmoonlght ; @minahaeyo ; @crystalchuuu ;

@hash2013 ; @skzswife ; @b0bbl3s ; @thecutiepieme ; @bear8585 ;

@moss-the-man ; @softkisshyunjin ; @sylveonitesworld ; @m00njinnie ; @nicoleparadas ;

@starsofasteria ; @klopez01 ; @luvlinos ; @hyunjinnnnnnnnnnnnnn ; @skz-akira ;

@boi-bi-ahaha ; @l33bang24 ; @hermione640 ; @gal82 ; @b-chansbbygirl ;

@kayleefriedchicken ; @notsojourni ; @hogwartslife64 ; @stilltrynafuckingtumble ; @ellelabelle ;

@melleus ; @hyun-bun ; @luminouskalopsia ; @leftovercigarettes ; @sabrina-gal-kpop

@ghostedgameplays ; @wealwayskeepfighting ; @meloncremesoda ; @Lovelino23 ; @honeyybbuubblleess ;

@blossominghunnie ; @sunlitangel777 ; @kkamismom12 ; @slaykanejvetsi ; @eastleighsblog ;

@skzskzskzskzskzskzskzzzz ; @k-keya ; @moonlight-sunrise-channie ; @estella-novella ;

@mbioooo0000 ; @lovemepie67 ; @lemonn015 ; @jaeminie-cricket ; @cookiesandcreammy ;

@jchotch726 ; @cookielixie ; @xxeiraxx ; @chuuyaobsessed ; @anime-addictot8 ;

@raspberrii ; @holdontoitwhileitlasts ; @korthbum ; @nxtt2-u ; @drinkingrumandcocacola ;

@changbokkii ; @1810cl ;

[writingforstraykids]

Letters Of Love - Felix🖤

Pairing: Felix x gn!Reader (poly!skz)

Word Count: 813

Summary: Next you remember a day with Felix, baking brownies together.

Warnings/Tags: fluff

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Chan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Jisung | Seungmin | Jeongin

You scroll through your photo gallery until your eyes catch on a particular image that makes your heart flutter. It’s one of your favorite pictures—one that perfectly captures a day filled with sweetness and laughter. The photo is of you and Felix, standing side-by-side in the kitchen, covered in flour and chocolate batter, both grinning as if you’ve just shared the world’s funniest inside joke.

In the image, Felix is holding up a wooden spoon with a bit of brownie batter on the tip, his other hand making a playful peace sign next to his cheek. There’s a smudge of chocolate on his nose, and his freckles are even more prominent under the bright kitchen lights, like tiny constellations dotting his sun-kissed skin. You’re beside him, leaning in close, a flour handprint marking your cheek—the culprit being Felix, of course, who had decided a few minutes earlier that making a mess was half the fun of baking. The two of you are surrounded by mixing bowls, measuring cups, and ingredients scattered haphazardly across the counter. In the background, you can see the oven’s timer counting down, the scent of chocolate almost tangible in the photo.

That day had been one of those unexpectedly perfect moments. You’d been feeling a little down, overwhelmed by the stress of the week, and Felix, with his uncanny sense for your moods, had suggested you bake something together. “Chocolate makes everything better, love,” he’d said with that sunshine smile of his, and you couldn’t argue with that logic. So, you’d put on some music, rolled up your sleeves, and let Felix lead the way.

It hadn’t taken long for the kitchen to turn into a chaos of laughter, teasing, and stolen tastes of sweet batter. Felix, ever the perfectionist, had tried to follow the recipe step-by-step at first, but it didn’t take much for him to abandon his usual precision in favor of playful improvisation. He’d ended up accidentally flicking flour at you, which had spiraled into a lighthearted war of ingredients. By the end, there was more batter on the counter (and on each other) than in the actual pan, and you both had to pause multiple times just to catch your breath from laughing so hard.

But the real magic happened when the brownies went into the oven and you both settled onto the kitchen floor, backs against the cabinets, just talking softly. Felix’s voice, low and soothing, had filled the space as he shared stories and dreams, his eyes shining with that quiet passion that always leaves you in awe. You’d listened, mesmerized by the way he seemed to light up just from being able to share a small moment like this with you. When the timer finally beeped, you’d both jumped up, eager to see the finished product, and the look on his face when he took the first bite—eyes wide, cheeks dimpling into that radiant smile—was sweeter than any dessert.

With a fond smile, you attach the picture and start typing your message, knowing exactly what you want to say to the boy who turned a simple baking session into a cherished memory.

---

Message to Felix🐥❣️:

Hey Angel,

I was looking through some photos, and I found this one from our brownie-baking day. Do you remember? I swear we got more batter on each other than in the pan! But I loved every second of it. You always know exactly what I need, even when I don’t know it myself. That day, I was feeling so stressed, and then you came along with your smile, your warmth, and your endless positivity, and suddenly everything felt lighter.

It’s not just the baking itself that I loved—it was being with you. I think that’s what you do best, Lixie. You make even the simplest moments feel special just by being yourself. I still remember sitting on the floor with you, listening to you talk about everything and nothing. You have this way of making life sweeter, of turning every second into something to smile about. Like magic.

Thank you for always knowing how to brighten my day, for bringing that sunshine energy wherever you go. Happy anniversary, my Angel. Here’s to more brownie battles, more flour fights, and more moments filled with your laughter.

Love you to the moon and back.

Your partner-in-baking and forever taste-tester

---

You send the message, a soft laugh escaping your lips as you picture Felix’s reaction. He’ll probably smile that wide, dimpled smile, eyes crinkling with joy. He might even send back a photo of his own—maybe of the same batch of brownies, or maybe just of him holding up a wooden spoon, ready for the next round. Because that’s Felix—always looking for ways to make you smile, to keep filling your days with the sweetness that only he can bring.

Chan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Jisung | Seungmin | Jeongin

MASTERLISTS | PROMPT LIST | GUIDELINES

Taglist (Please let me know if you want to be added to or removed from the taglist):

@zehina @jinnie-ret @atinyniki @galaxycatdrawz @silverstarburst @aaa-sia @lilmisssona @kthstrawberryshortcake @channieaddict @soullostinspaceandtime @rebecca-johnson-28 @lixie-phoria @kibs-and-bits @xxstrayland @ihrtlix @pheonixfire777 @mellhwang @palindrome969 @theo4eve @harshaaaaa @rylea08 @heeyboooo @manuosorioh @gisaerlleri @andassortedkpop @lailac13 @bbokari711 @kazuuuuru @rssamj @wolfyychan @stellasays45 @chrizzztopherbang @ionlyeverwantedtobeyourequal @silentreadersthings @myforevermelody143 @sapphirewaves @minh0scat @dis-trict9

[staysdelulus]

Stray Kids - Lee Know [MDNI!!]

Kinktober Day 12!!

Summary: Lee Know and you, the ninth member of SKZ

Warnings: fem!reader, pinv, no protection, blowjob, and more

Word Count: 1740

The ninth member of Stray Kids. That’s what fans liked to call you, as the only female member of the group, and being the youngest, the boys adored you, always taking care of you, incorporating you in their fun, and making sure you were always staying safe and feeling okay.

And the closest member of yours? Lee Know. He was always nice to you, shifting on the couch to press against you, dropping a bag of chips in your lap, sneaking into your room to cuddle with you late at night… you always felt good in his arms. Always.

But somehow, everything had gone south. The members liked to tease, it was glaringly obvious to even fans. But today in particular, Lee Know was in a worse mood, and as a few of the members - Changbin, Han, and Seungmin - began to tease him, he had lost it, snapping at everyone and getting mad.

And now, everyone was seated in the living room, gathered around the TV for a movie night. You cautiously make your way to Lee Know, sitting down next to him. “Hey, Lee Know.”

He only huffs slightly in response, shifting away slightly when you try to nestle next to him. You chew your lower lip, sighing softly before offering him a bag of popcorn to share. “I made extra for us to share, if you would want.”

He grunts softly, looking away and focusing on the TV screen. Understanding that he wanted space, you stay to the side, glancing at him from time to time. Each time you attempt to move closer to him, he only shifts away, giving you a good glare. When he does it for the sixth time, you give up, looking down at your hands. The sight of the popcorn you had prepared for him reaches your eyes, and you put it down on the table, muttering an excuse to leave. Without another word, you leave, the eyes of the other members following you worriedly.

Bang Chan makes his way to my now empty seat, sitting next to Lee Know before he speaks. “Lee Know.”

Being the eldest, the others often joked about his age, but with Bang Chan’s tone right now, his leader-tone, as everyone liked to call, made Lee Know begrudgingly answer. “Yes?”

“Did you really have to do that to Y/n?” Bang Chan asks, the movie long forgotten. “You know how she is. And she didn’t… she wasn’t even part of the teasing, Lee Know.”

“I know,” Lee Know hisses. “I just-”

“Lee Know.”

He rolls his eyes, huffing slightly and crossing his arms stubbornly. When he does so, Bang Chan rolls his eyes, sighing in exasperation. “If Y/n is crying right now, Lee Know, it’s going to be your fault.”

At his words, Lee Know’s eyes snap up to Bang Chan’s. The last time Lee Know and I had fought was ages ago. He had been stressed, and in his irritation, he lashed out at you, telling you to just leave him alone. You listened. For far too long. Avoiding him for a full week before he had finally found you and forced you to listen to him, to explain that he had snapped in his irritation, and he wasn’t going trying to get you to actually avoid him. You had broken down to tears, crying in his arms as his eyes filled with guilt. And that was when he had silently vowed to never hurt you that way again.

“I-” Lee Know’s voice falters, but Bang Chan cuts him off. “I’ll go take care of her right now. You can go fix it later.”

Lee Know’s eyes follow Bang Chan’s, and when Bang Chan opens the door to my room gently, he catches a glimpse of my teary face, and he freezes. Without another word, he stands up and makes his way to your room, hovering outside.

His ears catch onto the words. Bang Chan’s voice rings out. “Come on, Y/n, you can do it.”

“I can’t-” your voice comes out in a slight whine, slightly strained as you speak. Lee Know presses his ear closer to the door, his hands clenching at the soft whine that came from you.

“Y/n,” Bang Chan sighs softly. “Come on, you can do it. Just a little more-”

“Chan, please-”

At the words that come out of your mouth, Lee Know barges into the room, his eyes blazing as he focuses on the sight in front of him. You were on your tiptoes, jumping up to try and grab a box on a shelf you couldn’t reach. Right as Lee Know enters, you manage to grab it, and Bang Chan cheers. “You got it!”

He grins, jumping up from where he was sitting on your bed, grabbing your hands and twirling you around as you giggle, dropping the box to the side as he scoops you into his arms. That’s when he freezes, immediately setting you down when he sees Lee Know. Lee Know, whose eyes shift to you, your eyes wide when you see him, immediately shrinking into yourself and subconsciously hiding behind Chan.

“I think… I think Lee Know wants to talk with you,” Bang Chan says gently, although his voice remains firm.

“But-” your voice is cut off by Lee Know, whose voice hisses at Chan. “Go.”

Bang Chan raises an eyebrow at his words, but he doesn’t argue, instead stepping out of the room. When he’s gone, Lee Know closes the door, eyes fixed on you.

“So what? You’re dating Bang Chan now?” he snaps. Your eyes widen at his words, and you take a small step back at his snarl. In your eyes, he seems out of character, his face slightly flushed as he glares at you. In his mind, he can imagine it. The sight of you and Chan, you in his arms, face slightly flushed, the way he would hold you and touch you, your voice breathless as you-

“God, Y/n!” he snaps. You flinch, jumping in surprise at his sudden change of tone. At your flinch, his hands clench into fists, and he makes his way to you, his eyes closing for a second. “Y/n, I…”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, looking down as he approaches you. “I wasn’t- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you mad-”

“Y/n,” he whispers again. He gently reaches out to you, tilting your chin up as he presses closer to you. “I think- no, I- I know I like you.”

Your eyes widen at his words, breath hitching. “Lee Know- I-”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his eyes brimming with tears. “I just- I need- I want you to be mine, okay? Seeing you with Chan- just- I just-”

You press your lips against him, leaning up on your toes to meet them, his hands immediately falling to your waist, eyes closing as he pressed back. His tongue flicked out, hands finding the hem of your shirt as you gasp, pulling away for a second. Quickly locking the bedroom door, he groans softly as you gently push him onto the bed, your knees falling to the ground, him handing you a pillow to make sure they didn’t hurt.

Soon enough,, he’s bare, his arousal throbbing as you look up at him, eyes wide. He lets out a groan, head thrown back as his hips twist slightly in desperation, pre-cum leaking out of him already. Without another word, you take him in your mouth, gagging slightly at his size. Grabbing your hair gently, he guides you, one hand reaching for the length you can’t reach as you continue to suck, tongue laid flat in your mouth.

You let go for a second, gasping as you spit onto him, running your hands over him as he groans softly. Without warning, he pushes your head down onto him again, and you’re taking him in once again, whimpering softly at his length. He grasps your hair tightly, hips thrusting up as you gag, him coming right into you.

Lips wrapped around him, you drag your lips off of him, his eyes wide as he watches you open your mouth, showing him what you had held in your mouth. He taps on your jaws, his breath hitched. “S-Swallow- fuck, Y/n-”

You whimper softly, swallowing it fully before your eyes lock with his, licking his length once more before he loses it, losing his mind as he stands up, grabbing you gently and pushing you onto the bed.

Without another word, his lips are on you, hands finding your thighs and pushing your legs apart. “Y/n. I- Do you want this? Are you sure?”

You swallow, eyes watching him nervously. “I- I’m sure, Lee Know. Please- I- I need you, please-”

At that, he groans, pushing himself into you, his head thrown back for a second before he focuses on you again, watching your face flush, his lips meeting your, falling to your neck as he groans at the feel of you.

“Y/n- you feel so- so perfect, fuck,” he groans, leaving marks on your necks.

You whimper, his length stretching you out perfectly as you begin to reach the high. “L-Lee Know, I’m g-gonna come- c-come-”

And with that, you reach your high, whimpering and whining, moaning his name as he fucks you continuously, overstimulating your body before he finishes in you, gasping as he falls on top of you, body rested on your elbows to stop himself from squashing you.

He lays down next to you, eyes fixed on the ceiling before he speaks softly. “Y/n, you felt… you felt really good.”

You flush slightly, turning to him before snuggling against him. “You too, Lee Know.”

He laughs softly, turning to face you, eyes brightened as he kisses you gently. “This won’t be the last time I’m going to be all over you, Y/n. I’m… I’m going to take you out. And- And make you all your favorite foods and- and I’m going to make you the happiest girl alive.”

You giggle softly in return, smiling sleepily as his arms wrap around you. “And I’ll do my best to make you the happiest man alive.”

“You already did, baby,” he whispers. The two of you continue to talk softly, murmured voices filling the room, unaware that the other members had given up watching the movie, having heard the whole… ordeal.

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡𝔼𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕔𝕪 𝕨/ 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕪 𝕂𝕚𝕕𝕤♡

...because there's 1001 ways outside of physical touch to be loved on by your darling bias/wrecker ♡

When you bring up something you’re passionate about and the other person doesn’t say much it can feel like you aren’t being listened to. With Lee Know you don’t have to worry about that. He might be quiet but he’s hanging on every word you say, memorizing the things that make your beautiful face light up. It’s important to him that you believe the things you say actually matter. That what has meaning to you will always by default have meaning to him too.

Chan is your safe space. Wherever you are you’ll always feel like you’re at home as long as he’s by your side. The whole world could be crumbling around you and you wouldn’t be afraid because you know he’ll protect you. There’s nothing you could ever do to deem yourself unworthy of his love. You could make what you think is the biggest mistake of your life and that wouldn’t change a thing. You are forever the same wonderful human he fell for. 

There’s nothing wrong with crying. If it’s because depression’s kicking your ass today or because you saw a particularly cute cat video, Felix won’t make you feel weird about it. Honestly, he might end up crying right along with you. There’s nothing you can’t open up to him about. He wouldn’t dare tell you that you’re being too sensitive or that you need to suck it up. Shed as many tears as you have to and he’ll be right there to dry them. 

Seungmin has got his own unique way of showing affection. A way that sometimes makes you want to bop him in the back of the head for being such a menace. As much fun as it is annoying you, he goes out of his way to make sure you’re taken care of. You’ll never want for anything and if you do he makes sure that you have it. Ice cream craving at 2am? He’ll drive to the gas station to get it for you, even if he whines about it a little bit. 

Any random idea you have I.N will be on board with. Matching Halloween costumes? Let’s do it. Dancing on the kitchen table to that one song you love that you only listen to when no one’s around? He’s already up there extending his hand to pull you up with him. There’s nothing too “weird” or “random” for him. All of the things about you that you feel are strange are the exact reason why he can’t imagine a life without you. They’re what makes you you. 

Hyunjin is here for the deep early morning/late night conversations about things you might be too afraid to open up about. Of course, he loves to see you smiling and happy but he also knows that life’s not that way all of the time. There’s bound to be days, even weeks maybe, where the darkness creeps in and it’s a bit too much for you to bare. It’s much easier to cope with knowing that you won’t have to bare it in secret. He’s right there with you. 

Speaking of having tough conversations, Han is never afraid to hear you out if he hurts you. Naturally, it’ll upset him that he hurt you to begin with. He won’t get defensive though or ignore the pain you’re experiencing. Accidental or not, he’s gonna spend as much time as it takes to hear you out so that it doesn’t happen again. Open communication is everything between the two of you. He doesn’t see how he can say that he truly loves you without it. 

Changbin is very particular when it comes to you. He treats you like an absolute princess and anyone who comes around you better do the same or there will be hell to pay. It’s not that he doesn’t think you’re capable of taking care of yourself. You’re not some fragile thing to him but you do deserve to be treated delicately. He showers you with every drop of softness he has in him because he treasures you so dearly and he’d wage war if anyone put a scratch on you. 

[ionlyeverwantedtobeyourequal]

Don’t ever tell yourself that you’re not enough, I am certain that you’re truly fine

PART ONE

Ot8 x reader

Word count: 867

Just a warning, this is my first fanfic! Does have age regression themes so if you’re not a fan, I ask that you respectfully just don’t read <3 also this will definitely have some angst

!THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!

It had its hard days being their friend, part of it was from the hate you would receive from fans and another was how you eventually fallen for them through the years. You always liked Han, way before his debut, but you never wanted to tell him. You didn’t want to mess up the friendship you cherished with him and you also figured he wouldn’t feel the same. Now those same feelings of possible rejection only grew.

Friday quickly came, that meant the weekly game night with you and the guys. When Han told the guys how much you loved video games, Felix was over the moon and decided that once a week, we all would spend our night playing games and enjoying each others company. We all sat in various places in the living room, some were seated on the couch, some on the floor. I was seated on the floor, leaning against the couch with a controller in my hand as I played against Hyunjin who is sat next to Changbin on the couch.

“Yah! You cheated!” Changbin tells me once the match is over, showing how I beat Hyunjin in a one on one match.

I turn quickly to look at him, but before I can say anything, Felix interjects for me. “How can you say she cheated when we all was watching her?” He ask, eating a brownie. “Also, why are you speaking for him?”

Then the dorm was filled with banter, something that always happened during these nights. Han would stand, start arguing with Jeongin for God knows what. Chris would try and make peace amongst everyone, Seungmin would have his camera out recording everything, and I would just sit their laughing, not wanting to be in the middle. But tonight was different, instead of laughing, I stayed quiet.

Today was a particular hard day at work, and just like Han, sometimes your anxiety gets the better of you. But I did not feel like burdening the guys with my problems. Normally on days like this, it wouldn’t fall on game night and I can go home and regress. I knew if i passed on game night, that the guys would worry, so I tried to push my anxiety and the need to regress aside and I came here.

“That’s enough!” Chris speaks up to the guys after realizing I been quiet since the match ended. Chris’ worried eyes stay on me, but he doesn’t mention anything to me. Instead he sighs, “Clearly the arguments are doing more harm than anything, so let’s just all watch a movie.”

“It is actually getting pretty late, I should get going.” I tell the guys softly as I stand up which makes the guys worried.

“You never leave on game night.” Minho says suspiciously, his eyes squinting as if he’s trying to read me. “And if you do, you let one of us bring you home.”

“I just have some work to catch up on.” I trying making an excuse, earning a scoff from Minho.

“That’s bullshit and you know it. Since when you care about doing work on your days off?”

I sigh, knowing he is right, but I have to leave before I have a mental breakdown. “Min, I just have work-” I start to say but he cuts me off.

“(y/n) I swear if you start giving me that excuse again, I am not going to be happy.” Minho says firmly, concern written all over his face. My eyes slightly widen from his firm voice, my mind threatening to fall into that familiar headspace. Before I can say anything, Han interjects.

“She might have just had a long day.” Minho sighs and stands up.

“Well I had a long day too but I am not making up lame excuses to try and leave.” Minho’s words cut me like a knife. I know deep down, his words are coming from one of concern, but I still can’t push past the hurt he is making me feel.

I stand there, as I see Minho walk away, my eyes filling with tears that threaten to fall. When I hear the door slam, I flinch and that’s when my tears break free. Han immediately comes hug me, holding my tightly.

“He didn’t mean it (y/n/n), Minho Hyung is just worried.” He tries telling me only for my tears to fall harder, which makes it even harder not to slip. I can’t do that infront of the guys, they’ll judge me, they’ll hate me, I can’t lose them. These thoughts keeps flying through my head, not realizing that my tears is making the guys panic since they haven’t seen me cry before, besides Jisung.

PART TWO

[chocotonez]

skz sitting on your lap

a/n: ahhhh why didn’t I think of this </3 such a cute request!!

warnings/genre: fluff, gn reader but if anything implies otherwise pls let me know!! slightly suggestive in lee know’s, swearing

chan

-likes to do it because you’re comfortable

-he gets all blushy and flustered so he just wants to be in your lap to calm down and relax

-rests his head against your shoulder like a big kangaroo baby

-likes when you play w his hair, but he’ll never explicitly say it, he just likes you nudge you with his head until you get the message

-puppycat chan whenever he gets to sit in your lap, gets all giggly and needy for your attention, he just wants u to gush over him and make him feel loved <33

-he’s actually so cute I’m sobbing

lee know

-does it more often when you’re making out or if he needs your attention

-slides smoothly into your lap like ;)), somewhat straddling you

-your lap is insanely practical for spontaneous makeout sessions, or if you’re concentrated on something other than him >:(

-please wrap your arms around his waist or neck when he’s sitting on your lap, facing you, he melts and he just gets so soft over you and he’s like “you’re so good to me”

-rests his head on your shoulder, and plays with your hair with his free hand while the other keeps him securely glued onto you

changbin

-im going to be fr I feel like he’d be insecure to sit in your lap

-“i don’t wanna crush you and like…u die or something” “I’ll die a happy person”

-but honestly he enjoys it a lot more than he expected, loves to jump on your lap while you’re sitting in the couch and makes you cradle him like a big baby LOL

-can be a touch annoying, he can get whiny if you don’t pay attention to him so he squirms around in your lap until he gets what he wants

-he just plops onto your lap, wrapping his arms around your neck like a sitting bridal style pose, and then “hey babe so about that thing I wanted…”

hyunjin

-does it just to relax

-more of a sitting bridal style type of person, and I know a bit irrelevant but he’s def a head in your lap type of guy

-likes to be in your arms while sitting on your lap, you on a couch or the bed just trying to do whatever you’re doing

-doesn’t really inherently initiate it for any particular reason, he just finds it a comfortable form of affection, and likes to look up at you and just admire all your features

-“hehe you’re so pretty” “you’ve been on my lap for forty minutes” “preeetttyyy :]”

han

-also does it when he’s overwhelmed or just wants to be in your arms

-pretty much just a big koala, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, arms around your waist and legs tucked either behind or around you

-it’s usually very quiet and an intimate thing, maybe he’s exhausted from working too hard or he’s just had a rough day, you make him feel so safe

-might hum a little bit or ramble, but it usually leads to him falling asleep or just going into a groggy daze

-likes when you put your arms around him to bring him closer, being in that position makes him feel so secure

-ur like his personal bunch of lavender <333

felix

-does it when he’s nervous or anxious

-lowkey hides in your arms ?? like nuzzles his face into your shoulder or neck if someone’s teasing him and he’s blushing

-needs your arms around him, pretty much just a koala hug

-it’s comforting to know you’re there with him, and how secure you make him feel. likes to ramble about his day or rant in this position, because it always feels like it’s just the two of you.

-plays with your hair or once again, traces shapes on your back LMAO, but he’s less mean this time, maybe just a hexagon <3

-tends to fall asleep when he’s in your arms, leading you to have to drag him to the bed

seungmin

-p much does it to be annoying and to distract you

-jumps in your lap while giggling and poking your cheek, one arm around your neck to keep him up

-or he’ll have his back facing you, blocking the view of whatever you’re doing

-“hehe what’s this?” and you just sigh while he giggles like he’s the funniest man alive

-sometimes he stays there because he just realizes how nice it is, adjusts into a more comfortable position for both of you, but keeps asking to cuddle

-“this is cool but cuddling is better” “please let me finish my work”

-tries to play with your hair but usually just messes it up/tangles it, so he likes to make funny hairstyles while he’s at it LMAO

jeongin

-just does it because comfortable and yay!

-sits with his back facing you, your hands around his lap while he’s scrolling through his phone and smiling like :]

-has tried many times to reach behind him to show you something he saw on his phone and then dropping it on your face

-he usually only does it for short periods of time because he’d much rather be doing something else with you or cuddling while laying down

-has probably elbowed you multiple times while adjusting on your lap

-“hey babe, later can we-I’M SO SORRY” and he’s laughing but still apologizing profusely after elbowing you in your face LOL

[alyszaen]

𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

You were looking for my masterlist? Here you go.

Disclaimer: Nothing here is sorted in any particular order!

Cooperations

I take part in posts by @chiskz: check out the Masterlist, but my absolute favourites are the small Red Lights Series: Music Video, Reaction, Behind the Scenes Another fic of theirs I love: kawasaki once more

Things I requested

~Build Me Up Buttercup by @longingpurity~ I asked for a period comfort and JayJay DELIVERED ~Did you know? by @longingpurity~ Jay always makes me feel better whenever I ask for a fic ~Boyfriend texts with Han by @boydepartment~ Im so delulu i will cry :(

~Movie Night by @skz-jisoo~

~Changbin x bff!reader by @caseiloveu~ ~Felix x reader by @caseiloveu~

~Flower-ed Playlist for Han by @venusdailyblog~ ~Flower-ed Playlist for Changbin by @venusdailyblog~

~Stray Kids when they break your favourite mug by @minvho~

My absolute favourite reads ever

~Ignite | Lee Felix by @pettypuppy-jonghyun~ Y'all I don't like AUs and this shit made me tear up, read it rn ~Kiss me | Han by @pettypuppy-jonghyun~ KABEDON, HAND ON THROAT, BOYFRIEND ~Greaser Boy | Seo Changbin by @pettypuppy-jonghyun~ I literally love u so much for endulging in my thirst ~Cuddling with you | Hyunjin by @pettypuppy-jonghyun~ by now y'all can tell that her writing has a chokehold on me but this is SOFT ~Together Is Better | Jisung (skz) by @pettypuppy-jonghyun~ tysm for this, i am so soft for it nobody will ever understand ughhh ~Sweet Night Talks | Han Jisung by @pettypuppy-jonghyun~ just me being delulu for hanji and loving this bitches fics

~under the same sky by @almondespresso/@chiskz~ this made me feel so safe

~Pink Chamapgne - Lionel Newman by @longingpurity~ the fluffiest fluff

~Before We Go To Bed by @chachachannah~ this is about me and hanji obv ~last embrace by @chachachannah~ gut wrenching. i hate this. fucking painful

~Lee Know x reader by @lino-nyangi~ I am very soft for this Lee Know

~Han x reader by @bbyquokka~ Jisung soft hours best hours ~stay with me by @bbyquokka~ a realistic depiction of mental health, incredibly comforting ~my soul mate is my cat by @bbyquokka~ this one hurts so good

~boop, and there he glares by @byjeekies~ SOFT SOFT SOFT

~Lee know x reader by @rachalixie~ I need all of you to understand how obsessed with this I am ~sleepy seungmin. by @rachalixie~ I want to put him in my pocket

~Politely, Shut Up by @skzonthebrain~ soft lino >>>

~The moments.. by @taeminsung~ toothrottingly sweet

~dance practice (h.h) by @yxngbxkkie~ the concept alone already has my heart aching

~they call you clingy by @yangfleurs~ I come back to all four of these posts regularly for sad hours

~not recommended by @skzinka~ this broke my heart

~Better Than Ever by @thevampywolf~ this one actually made me cry, the emotions are portrayed perfectly ~Stars At Home by @thevampywolf~ this is just so soft in a way that it made me physically warm

~does she? ; lee felix by @loveliestfelix~ unrequieted love? or not?

~skz treating your skzoo plush by @strayedstars~ funny af

~anything for you by @binniecorre~ this is so damn good y'all it healed every heartbreak i ever felt

~the dating experiment by @caseiloveu~ i need everyone to read this, genuinely, this did things to my heart

~You like me too? (H.JS) by @mxnsxngie~ I am delulu

~purposely loved | hyunjin x reader by @svngcore~ comforting in a painful way

~What about us? by @skzhua~ a masterpiece

~Clean Teeth & Goodnight Kisses by @jae-bummer~ it's not a want it's a need

~Hand hug by @hwaightme~ an absolute masterpiece that feels like a hug you've needed for years

Favourite Series

~Pizza Parlor by @longingpurity~ My absolute favourite ongoing series ever, i need new chapters RN

~Heart Attack by @cupidsheqrts~ I get full on giggly when another chapter is out

[v--143]

AHHHH I READ UR HYUNE FIC IT WAS TOOO FREAKING GOOD UR SO AMAYZANG ALSO CANI REQUEST PLS PLS PLS can i have lee chan ler everyone pls

I’m going on a rampage with Lee Chan rn it’s tooo good I’m adoring it 😚 thank you for the request! And I’m SOO glad you liked the Hyune one! <3

< Make Up, Makeup! >

[Lee! Chan]

[Ler! SKZ]

———————————————————————————

Skizji was discussing the best way to do Chan’s makeup for his Wolfgang performance. It was towards the end of the year and one of their biggest performances yet, making or breaking the end of their year and public view as a group. Needless to say, Chan as the leader was scared shitless about how it could go.

It all had to be perfect. The performance, the styling, the facial expressions, the lighting, the music… and especially the makeup. Skizji spent hours trying to figure out the best way to compliment his makeup to his clothing style. That is, having almost no clothes at all.. at least on his torso.

He was wearing an open wolf hair coat that hung from his shoulders, a single chain across the top at his chest to hold it together. Since his entire torso would be exposed, it needed some work to be done on it. They had to practice it now before the actual day of.

“Chan, we were thinking some sort of lightning strikes across the center of your abdomen for it to reflect with the light on the stage” A staff member suggested to a frustrated Chan.

“No that won’t look good. Lightning has nothing to do with the performance.” Chan said sternly.

The kids were in the breakroom along with the staff and Chan, listening to them bicker back and forth about what would look good and what wouldn’t.

“Yes, but it may be the best thing to do considering we won’t have too much time that day and it can’t be something too intricate in case-“

“No. It just doesn’t fit it. Can’t we try something like wolves eyes or fur or something?!!” Chan suggested.

“That’s too intricate and detailed, it just wouldn’t work out in the moment” Skizji tried their best to explain the situation to Chan, but his frustration and stress was getting the best of his attitude at the moment.

Staff sighed and looked to one another. “Well, we have a few days before the performance. Maybe you all can discuss what may or may not look best for the day of” Skizji said to nobody in particular. They quietly exited the room as Chan sighed and went to sit down on the floor.

The rest of the members just looked at each other in awkward silence, unsure of what to really say. They were dispersed around the room on couches, the floor, and really on top of one another. They just silently stared at Chan.

“So… no lightning huh” Han said, earning a smack to the arm from Lee Know.

“What are we even gonna do..” Chan said while grabbing at his hair.

“Hey there’s, like, a week left until the show. There’s plenty of time to figure something out” Changbin said.

“It just needs to be good, better than good” Chan said.

“It’ll be good just give yourself time to think it over and find the best choice-“

“There isn’t time is the problem. This show is one of our biggest and it’ll bite us in the ass soon if we don’t figure out the makeup for my very important stage part and-“

“Okay. Fine. Then let us do it” Seungmin said, standing up off the couch.

“What?”

“You heard skizji, they said to let us pick something out, so let us! Hyunjin’s an artist, there may be actual potential there” Seungmin suggested.

“I’m not guaranteeing anything but I can try my best” An eager Hyunjin said.

“No that’s stupid. You guys don’t even know what you’ll make, there’s no point-“

“Oh shut up just take the damn shirt off and let us try” Lee Know told Chan.

“No. It’s dumb and gonna waste time and materials.”

“You’re dumb and wasting time and your voice. Come on” Seungmin said to the members as they got up and made their way over to Chan on the floor. IN went ahead and got a towel and some tissues while Hyunjin got the body paints.

“NO! They said DISCUSS what may look best, not to actually do it.” Chan said while scooting back away from them.

“Guuuys” Felix said while holding a long black strip of cloth, “they cut this off a tank top a while ago. I’m thinking blindfold” he said smirking.

“Absolutely not. What. No, Lix” Chan laughed at his idea but was getting gradually more annoyed by the members’ commitment to actually doing this, “put all the stuff away because it’s not happeni-“

Changbin and Lee Know suddenly jumped at Chan’s arms, each grabbing one wrist and stretching it out all the way to the side. Despite Chan’s efforts to keep them by his side, Bin and Minho were eventually sat comfortably on his wrists.

“You don’t want me to see or move?!” Chan said, irritated, “how bad is the makeup gonna turn out?!”

“Hey! That’s mean. We haven’t even started” Minho said with a quick scribble to his side.

“DOhon’t, quihit asshole”

“Oooh this is bad for you Chan” Bin giggled.

“Wait no I think this is a bad idea, let me up, please” Chan began to look nervous after Minho reminded him of his extreme sensitivity around his torso, especially with brushes. He tried to wiggle his way away or pull his wrists back but nothing was working.

“Oh my God. Fine. Just do the damn makeup” Chan said while trying to look annoyed when in reality he was nervous as shit anticipating what he knew was gonna be a long and loud laughing fit.

Han went up behind him unexpectedly and put the black strip around his eyes.

“There we go” he pat his head lovingly.

Hyunjin took a seat on Chan’s waist while the rest of the members sat around his torso area, paints ready and brushes in hand.

“Okay so, first step of the artistic process is sketching. I brought this black graphite chalk thingy to help us since it’s easy to draw on skin with. We could try to sketch out a rough idea” Hyunjin spoke.

“CHALK?! Will that not hurt..?” Chan said.

“No it won’t just let us do the work, relax and take this time to nap or something”

That’s gonna be really hard.. Chan thought, terrified.

Each member grabbed a piece of the graphite and got to work. Bin and Minho, still sat on his wrists, began to trace vines from his wrist down to his shoulders. Chan immediately tensed up and made fists.

“Yah! His veins are popping!” Lino laughed, “I could literally just trace these” he said as he went over his veins with the chalk.

“QUIHIT” Chan tried to pull at his arm as the leaned the opposite direction of Lino’s attack, later leaning in his direction as Changbin began to scribble the chalk right where his elbow met his underarm.

“STOP STOHOP” Chan yelled in a futile attempt to keep a straight face.

The members all looked at each other with the same idea in mind. Stressed nervous Chan + him being trapped and blindfolded + them having painthrushes and all the time in the world = Destressing Chan time.

“Hey Chan hey Chan how does this feel” Seungmin said as he traced down straight down his torso from his neck to his bellybutton.

The entire 5 second trip was excruciating.

“NAHAO WAIT SEUNGMIN STOHOP HEHAAHA” Chan laughed loudly while kicking at the floor behind Hyunjin. It didn’t help that Seungmin dragged the chalk slowly and at times would vibrate it into his abs.

“Oooo let’s trace the abs so we know what we’re working around” Felix said mischievously. He was one of the few that knew of Chan’s extreme sensitivity around his sides and chest area, and was determined to not let this moment go to waste.

“Fehehelix?!?!” Chan said, betrayed.

“Yes?” Felix said as he grabbed two bits of the chalk and began tracing around his abs.

“QUIHIT STOHop stop PLEHEASE I won’t live throhohough this AHA” Chan yelled out.

“Ooo Felix I think you messed up a bit on this part, here I brought a towel” IN said, handing Lix a small white towel he’s brought along with a cup of water to clean up any errors. The towel was soft yet had a spiky-rough texture… perfect.

“Thank you IN! I actually did mess up around his sides a bit didn’t I…”

“YOU DIHIDN’T EVEN DRAW ON MY SIDES YEHET?! Oh my GOHOD LEE KNOW QUIHIHIT, AAAHH” Chan screamed as Lee Know got a little too close to his underarm and he scrunched up his neck and legs.

“HAHAHA” Lee Know laughed at him, “look at him kicking awww” he cooed.

Meanwhile Lix was wetting a corner of the towel and spinning it around for it to have a sort of corner to it. While Chan was focused on his arms, Felix went ahead and dug the towel into his lower ribs and shook it back and forth.

“NeaAHAHAHAHA FEAHAHAHA FELAHAHA NOOAHA” Chan screamed.

He tried to turn his torso the other way until Hyunjin began to scribble his fingers on his other side and ribs.

“HYUAHAHA NO PLEHEASE STOHOAHAAPAHA” He threw his head back.

Han, sat behind Chan’s head, lifted it and put it in his lap as he sat criss cross under it. He then began to flutter his fingers across the top of Chan’s shoulders and collarbones, driving him insane.

“EEAAHAHA NOOAHAhaha plehease eeEAAHAHaha” He squealed as he tried to shake the feeling off his chest.

“Guys, this is crucial to the artistic process. We all must draw the same design at the same time. I will do it first to demonstrate” Hyunjin said, grabbing some chalk, “this is called ‘stipling’ and it’s used to make kinds of abstract paintings. It takes forever since it’s a lot of tiny dots, but we could all try it for practice!”

“NOHOHO DO NOHOT TRY IT” Chan begged, “what design are youho guys even DOHAHAHING?!”

“Oh we’re still on a specific design? I just kinda hoped it’d look good in the end to be honest” Seungmin said.

“WHAT?! AHAHAA MINHO” Chan yelled as Lino, again, attacked his underarm.

“Okay let me demonstrate first” Hyunjin said. He grabbed a chalk and began to tap tap tap it around Chan’s bellybutton, making sure to vibrate it in certain spots.

“Youho are awful” Chan said. While it wasn’t that bad yet, the feeling of something coming down onto his stomach over and over again had his nerves hypersensitive, and the fact that they were all gonna be doing it made it 10x better worse.

“See? Easy. Everyone get to work!” Hyunjin clapped.

At once, the 7 began to tap on some part of Chan’s torso. Arms, neck, collarbones, abs, sides, anywhere and everywhere.

While the feeling in itself wouldn’t have been terrible had the kids done it normally, this wasn’t the case since Seungmin chose to dig the chalk into the spaces between his ribs while IN mischievously grabbed 2 and tazed his sides with them. Not to mention the rest of the members sneaking their wiggling fingers onto the canvas.

“NAAHAHAHA PLEHEASE GUYS GUHUHUYS I CAHEHE SHIHIHIT” Chan loudly laughed his beautiful laugh as the attack went on.

“Ay, watch that language” Felix said as he squeezed his hips.

“Okay my artists I think we’re ready for the next step” Hyunjin clapped his hands together.

Chan was already panting hard, tears formed and his torso had its nerves on fire. He wasn’t sure how he’d survive actual brushes.

“Waihit guys no let’s leave the rest for ahanother dahay” he tried to say sternly but instead came out all giggly and embarassed.

“Awww is he just now realizing he can’t take it” Han teased.

“Noho no no there’s still so much to do how about we work on thahat first and then-“

“Mmm no. There’s time. Later. Now you suffer” Hyunjin said matter-a-factly as he handed each member a different brush from the pack staff had handed him. Some were long and rectangular, others were softer and more flimsy, some were super long and thin… perfect!!

“I brought the makeup brushes too, they’re not made for body paint but we could use power to do shading!” IN suggested.

“That’s an amazing idea IN” Felix clapped.

“Okahay finish up…” Chan whispered.

“Patience patience” Lee Know said as he wiggled a makeup brush on his nose. Chan yelped and shook his head side to side, Changbin giggling at him.

“S- stohop! MINHOHO!”

“Sorry you’re so funny”

Chan jokingly went to bite at the makeup brush and Lino began to scribble it around his neck and collarbones.

“NAAHHA WAIT WAHAIF NEEAHA HAHAEEA EHAHEHEAHA” Chan scrunched up and shook his chest trying to get the awesome awful feeling of feathery brushes off of it.

The rest of the members got to work too. Since they weren’t focused on a particular design and just chose whatever color came to mind first, it gave lots of chance to tease at Chan.

Felix simply dipped his long thin brush in the water and began to swivel it inside and around Chan’s belly button. Hyunjin took two large brushes and used the ends of them to vibrate between Chan’s upper ribs. Seungmin and IN both had small fan brushes, which they used to lightly drag around his sides and abs with lots of paint.

“ITS COHOHOLD AHAAHAHA”

Chan arched his back and laughed loudly as there was a mix of feelings on his torso. Cold wet paint, water, little and big brushes, he felt overstimulated in every way possible… yet distracted from all his prior worries and nerves.

“PLEHEHEASE” he begged, “I CAHAN- HAHAHEHEHEA AHAHA” tears ran down his neck as Lee Know and Changbin began to scribble at his underarms with the bigger brushes.

“NOOOOAHAAHA GET OHOHOFF QUIT ITEAAHH AAAHA AAAAAAHHHHHH”

“Can you stop moving I’m trying to draw a tree branch swirling around your abs” Seungmin said.

“GO FAHASTERAHAAHA”

“I MESSED UP. Oh my God Chan now I have to start over. Thanks a lot” Seungmin said, jokingly annoyed.

“IM SOHORRY PLEHEHAAE DON’T” Chan screamed as he heard Seungmin grab the towel and pass it roughly across the expanse of his stomach.

“NOOOOAHAHAHAHAHA AAAAHHH”

Chan jerked his head side to side with the widest smile plastered on his face, his honey like laughter filling the room as his members stared at him in awe. They hadn’t seen their leader so laid back and carefree for a while with all their work recently, so it was safe to say they all felt he was in for some well needed rest.

“The sun and moon are always nice. Lix, help me paint them?” Han looked to Felix as he pointed at Chan’s chest, his death spot.

“NOHOHO. DO NOHOT DO WHAT I THIHINK YOU’RE GONNA DOHO PLEAAASE FUCK FUHUCK”

Han and Lix grabbed some rectangular long brushes and got to work swirling circles on his chest and filling them in excruciatingly slow.

“NAHAHAHA HEHEHAH OH MYGOHohohod” Chan laughed deeply.

They continued to fill in the circles they made, one bright yellow and one gray.

“Hey, this is a sky isn’t it? We’re gonna need some stars” Lix said.

“NOHO! NO YOU DON’T! FEHELIX IM SEHERIOUS”

“So am I!! It’ll look ugly!” Felix teased as he grabbed a small brush and began drawing tiny stars across his collarbone.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHH” Chan screamed as the feeling of tiny bristles attacked his sensitive upper chest area. It felt like thousands of tiny feathers were getting at him. Felix and Han then saw it fit to do some shading with powdered makeup, making his situation even better worse. Not to mention the mixture of all other things on his body already.

“I CAHA- I CAHAahahan’t plehehease-“

“Guys I think we’re breaking him” IN said while painting a weird looking smiley face on his side.

Lee Know laughed loudly at Chan’s red face and teased him for being literally unable to form any coherent words. It was true that it got worse as time went on, he couldn’t even be poked now without screaming.

“I think our work here is done” Hyunjin said while lifting himself off Chan’s lap. Everyone lifted themselves up off the floor, except Changbin who was concerned as to why Chan was laid so still and decided to pull his arm out to the side and attack his top ribs to check for life.

“STOAHAP BIN FUHUCK” Chan yelled.

“Yep he’s fine”

Chan removed his blindfold quickly and crossed his arms in an X form across his torso and curled into a giggling ball on the floor. Tears fell from his chin onto the ground as Felix kneeled behind him and massaged his shoulders.

“I cahant even- I cahan’g think strahahaight”

“Well that was kinda the point Chan” Han said laughing, “you needed to chill out. You’re welcome~” he said, scribbling his hand across his hip.

Chan swat at him. “Youho guys could have KIHILLED ME”

“But we didn’t! And look at our art” Hyunjin said while bringing a mirror over to a curled up Chan.

He looked at himself in it first and realized he hadn’t seen himself smile that way in weeks. He has crinkles next to his eyes along with the deepest dimples. His cheeks were rosy and wet from the tears while his hair was sopped over to the side, his eyes glinting with joy.

He then looked down at his torso. It was… a mess, to say the least. A large sun and moon on his chest, fandom smiley faces over his sides. A tree branch..? Across the center of his stomach, and random black chalk markings around his abs and arms. His arms also had some sort of design on them he tried to make out. They swirled around and had little leaves coming off. Vines.

“Wait, vines. Vines would be the perfect makeup idea for it! It goes with the theme and wouldn’t take too long to complete before the show” Chan said with a relieved sigh.

“Bingo” Changbin said with a clap.

“Seeee? We’re helpful. And you were all whiny with your ‘nO iTs GoNnA LoOk BaD’ pouty ass” Felix teased him.

“Yeah yeah okay, thahank you” Chan said, grabbing the little towel and wiping his torso clean of paint.

“Need help?” Hyunjin asked.

“NO.” Chans eyes widened, “No thank you.”

They all laughed and went to let skizji know the plans. Vines was the perfect design idea considering it went with the outdoor Wolfgang theme, wouldn’t take too long to complete, and looked good with the clothing he’d be wearing.

Chan was still sitting on the breakroom floor cleaning himself off. His face was red as he thought back to the brushes and hands all over him. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t grateful that they cared so deeply for him and found a way to both make him laugh carefree and solve his problem all at once. It also wouldn’t be false to say he didn’t entirely enjoy the last 20 minutes.

Skizji came in a few minutes later with a smile on their faces.

“So we heard about the vine idea, we love it. It’s the perfect design choice.”

“I’m glad you guys think so too! It just seemed like it went well with the theme.”

“Yes, about that… the vines they painted on you ended up really perfect. A great mixture between messy and clean and detailed in all the right places. Well, we wanted to ask… you mind if they help us on the day of?”

Lee Know and Changbin smirked at him from outside the room.

It was gonna be a long performance day.

———————————————————————————

My heart melts at Lee! Chan every. Single. Time.

Hope u enjoyed ^^

[sp4ceboo]

Taking Care of You When You're Sick: SKZ OT8 x Reader

Bang Chan:

• Mama Chan mode activated

• Will give you random supplements and vitamins to make sure your body has all it needs to fight whatever you have, and happily sits by your bed to sing to you or talk to you or just sit there if you need him

• Makes you food and hovers around you; he has this weird ability to suddenly appear when you need anything

• You'll have to fight him if you want to get up, because he'll be right there at your bedside claiming you need to sleep and tucking your blanket in

Lee Know:

• When he comes home to see you bundled in blankets, your sad face peeking out of the top, he chuckles and teases you, laughing when you pout

• You know he cares, though, because a little later, he arrives in your room with Soonie, Doongie and Dori, who curl up in the blankets with you like three purring hot water bottles

• He'll kiss your forehead and come back a little later with a bowl of soup

• You happily drink it up and he'll lie down beside you, like a fourth hot water bottle

Seo Changbin:

• Internally struggles because he wants to kiss you and cuddle the sad pout of your face, but also highkey doesn't want to get sick

• Ends up giving in and absolutely coddles you, making sure he's ready to help whenever you want something, but also complains because he wants to make sure you're appreciating him (lol)

• Falls alseep at some point because he's so exhausted he passes out on the bed next to you, then freaks out once he's woken up because you're making yourself some instant noodles in the kitchen, and that's his job

• More sad that he couldn't be your knight in shining armour than that your sick, so you have to comfort him and tell him he looked too cute sleeping to wake him up

Hwang Hyunjin:

• Asks you how you're feeling every five minutes

• Pampers the shit out of you, piling every single blanket in the house on top of you, then cuddles you, peppering kisses all over your face

• Occasionally randomly wails, and when you ask him why, he says that it's because his poor baby is sick

• Is attached to your hip, so when he gets sick it's no surprise to anyone - but by then, you're better, so you can look after him youself

Han Jisung:

• Does his best to make you feel better, first showering you with medicine and food, then showering you with jokes to put a wobbly smile on your face

• Wraps you in a blanket burrito and does anything you want him to, whether it means taking your snotty tissues to the bin or running around/digging through the kitchen cupboards to find that particular food you're craving

• Watches movies with you, cuddles you and probably gets sick but powers through it to make sure that you recover quickly

• Buys your favourite foods, and has a weird knack for knowing if you want something cool and soothing or something crunchy for your sore throat

Lee Felix:

• Cooks so much food, and freezes it so that all you need to do is warm it up if he can't be with you

• Generally just a wonderful ball of sunshine, has the ability to make you smile about nothing, and is an actual angel 

• Is so attentive - if he feels out of his depth, he won't hesitate to call his mom, asking if she has any tips to help you get better or clear your blocked nose

• Sings you to sleep, and if that isn't the most soothing thing ever, you don't know what is

Kim Seungmin:

• Is actually really good at looking after sick people without getting their illness

• Which means less cuddles but a faster recovery

• Knows random hacks for soothing headaches or curing blocked noses, and knows which foods will help get rid of your sore throat and which ones will make it worse

• Definitely has one of those aroma stream things, and puts it on with some oils that will clear a blocked nose and headache, so your room smells amazing and you feel better almost immediately 

Yang Jeongin:

• Definitely calls Chan, asking him what to do, and takes detailed notes so that once he takes care of you, it's amazing

• Panics but then realises that it won't help, so un-panics

• Is really cute for no reason, like he'll just be giving you some food he's made you and he'll have the most adorable pout

• Actually becomes a pro at taking care of you while you're sick 

[thekentraptor]

This has been weighing on me and I saw so few other people saying it that I thought I was taking crazy pills. But I want to speak my mind and show my solidarity with the other intelligent, attractive people on here who agree with me:

Stray Kids' Met Gala outfits were bad. Particularly the jackets. The boys looked gorgeous because *they* are gorgeous and charismatic and know how to carry themselves. But the outfits were not only Boring, a sin for this particular event, the actual fit of the clothing was atrocious.

Like what is going on with the sleeves? (they're too tight and the wrong length, to start). Look at that enormous pucker where Hyunjin's sleeve meets the chest. And those aren't just movement wrinkles in Han's shoulder, those are deep set-in creases.

These are both 10/10 pretty boys, holy moly. I have less than zero beef with the hair and makeup team. But Han's jacket has the same kind of pucker that Hyunjin's does, and those creases from the event shot above are here too, meaning they were visible in the fitting room and nobody did anything about them before sending the boys out into the world. And Chan's sleeve looks like a tornado which, I don't think I need to explain why that's wrong.

HOW is Changbin's jacket too tight in the chest and shoulders when it doesn't even close?? And let's just dress The Hwang Hyunjin in a slunchy-lookin smoking jacket, I guess that's fine.

Felix's sleeves are also a mess, and I don't even know where to START with Seungmin.

Meanwhile, these?

Gorgeous. Stunning. Exquisite. A bit casual for the Met but my GOD they look good. I even like the safety pins on Changbin's shirt - if they'd done something like that intentionally it might have been a fun approach to the "fleeting beauty" theme.

In conclusion, SKZ deserved better and I'm mad about it. They deserved to be dressed by a more interesting, creative fashion house to begin with, but that's another issue. I'm one million percent sure that their measurements are kept track of at JYP and it's hard to believe that they weren't sent over before the boys even got to America, so the team SHOULD have been able to cook up jackets that fit at least approximately right. If I were one of the tailors in those behind the scenes shots I would go into Witness fucking Protection because this is embarrassing.

[redpiperfox]

was rereading rosette, and your author's note mentions that you chose specific characters for specific roles. i am VERY curious about All Of Them, i cant pick just one, so i'll leave you with the jurisdiction of choosing which ones to talk about? or you could mention all of them... haha jk unless

tldr: GIVE ME THE INSIDER INFOOOO

Just so you know how much I waffled this answer, I've currently been text-character-limit blocked on my response O.o Did not know there was a limit, but uh, I reached it trying to reply >.<

Will give you the answer over a couple of reblogs!:

I saw Rosette and my heart started racing, I clutched my pearls, I needed to sit down, I AM NOT NORMAL ABOUT THAT FIC ToT

I could Actually write endless essays about so many little details of that work... so much went into it, and I have to remind myself that I need to remind myself that the streets aren't aware of how Insane I am, and that is probably for the better XP

BUT YOU ASKED AND I SHALL DELIVER SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO:

Hwang family: other than the obvious of all the characters featured in the extended family home 2hwang grow up in sharing the surname "Hwang," I picked dancers and the sort of connections that reflect canon. Niki looking up to Hyunjin and following in that legacy (yeah, I know he's not a "real" Hwang, but my au so I do what I want XD), SinB [Hwang Eunbi] as the kindest to them as the pioneer in 4th gen dancing gems. Also, the name Eunbi gives me mother-hen visions from my time knee-deep in Iz*one so XD

Hometown village: I had decided I needed to save all of SkzItzy for the new village they move to, which left me with the current village to fill of good friends, but not found family people. Aespa was an obvious choice as Itzy's irl friends, and I decided to dust in Enhypen members since I already had Niki. "Taeyhyung" was a generic enough name that I didn't feel like I was villainizing any particular boy group member XD Picking 2PM's Wooyoung was probably my favorite part of the hometown village-- it's been so sweet watching him be this JYP mentor figure for all of skz publically since Kingdom, and for the group personally since much before from what Chan's told us. This "respectable gentleman" figure who's removed enough from current happenings seemed to fit him really well.

Foster family: [giggles] Okay so SeungBin being siblings? Absolutely completely canon, Seungmin is such an annoying younger brother and Changbin takes the preachy protective older brother so well, and making them the first thoughtful and concerned people 2hwang meet was the perfect way to build them into the new village. I built the rest of the family around them: Chaeryeong is already Changbin's annoying baby sister confirmed XP Sunmi was easy to fit next to them, I think of Chaeryeong as sort of the next generation Sunmi performance wise, and Seungmin is always joked as being the role Sunmi was in teasing the company and JYP himself. Younghyun I knew needed to be central in someway, and as a very involved, very well known and respected idol of his generation who has so much history and present influence in the company, I put him right in the center as an older adult who makes the village feel like home.

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

ask for the pack!!

how would they react if someone flirted with y/n right in front of them?

Chan laughs, a slightly nervous sound, and shifts in his chair.

"Okay, before we even answer any of these, I just wanna start off by saying that no one here thinks (Y/N) can't stand up for herself or watch out for herself in any way, before she gets defensive."

You gasp dramatically. "Why would I get defensive?"

Chan looks at you blankly, his expression deadpan.

"I know you're joking right now, and I want you to know I don't appreciate it."

You grin and lean over to snap your teeth close to his throat teasingly.

"Ahh, Channie. C'mon. Live a little."

"He can't. He's too uptight." Minho interjects casually, inspecting his nails, pretending not to see the glare the head alpha throws his way.

"Okay, to be fair though-" Changbin proceeds, his expression cautious, as he glances at you. "Hyung's got a point. How many discussions-probably borderline arguments-have we had since the beginning of our relationship about 'not treating you like a helpless female, you're an alpha too, you can protect yourself and the pack, etc.'? He's not wrong to give a preface."

You huff a breath and cross your arms over your chest, but you can't really be angry, not when they're right.

"You almost came to blows with Minho over it more than once." Chan points out unnecessarily, and you turn to him with a glare that could peel paint. He doesn't waver.

You huff another sigh and roll your eyes. "Fine. Sustained. Move on."

"Moving on-" Changbin repeats your words, and you stick your tongue out at him, even as he gives you a grin in response. "-I think it's in a wolf's nature to be protective of their packmates, no matter the circumstances."

"You're right." Seungmin nods, glancing at the alpha beside him with a sort of proud look on his features as he regards his moonmate. "Wolves are pack creatures instinctually, and once they pick their pack, they never abandon them. Well, that's not true, I guess they abandon them when they're old and ready to die, they go off on their own, but only because they want to spare them the emotions of grieving."

"Cheery." Jisung grumbles beneath his breath, playing with Hyunjin's long fingers that are resting in his lap.

"The flirting thing-" Chan hums beneath his breath, a thoughtful sound, and seems to consider before he goes on. "That happens a lot actually, and not just with (Y/N). Though she's definitely more of a target unfortunately because of her primary gender."

"Sexism abounds." Hyunjin rolls his eyes.

"Mating marks, because of their location, aren't always visible." Chan goes on. "They're sometimes hidden by clothing, and a lot of times, flirting turns out to be an innocent mistake from someone who didn't know you were taken. When that happens, there's an apology and all parties involved move on."

"When it's not so innocent-" Minho's eyes flash now, his lips pulling into the hint of a snarl. "-well, the offender gets put in their place quickly, especially if another member of the pack is present."

"Touching is a whole other thing." Changbin's brow furrows, and his eyes darken, as he cracks his knuckles in agitation. "Physical limits are a huge thing in wolf society and pack mentality, so if it's someone you don't know well or aren't acquainted with, things go downhill pretty quickly, especially if the touches are ill intentioned."

Seungmin nods again. "Yeah, scent is super important to wolves, and packs in particular, and when you touch someone, it alters their natural scent, leaves a part of you behind, and if you're not someone trusted and safe and sanctioned, it can set everyone-but especially alphas-off."

"Basically, if someone were to touch (Y/N), or anyone involved in the pack, in front of one of us without previous permission, they'd get their fingers snapped off." Minho remarks coolly, looking entirely nonplussed, and you don't doubt in the slightest that he would actually do it.

"Talking shit wise-" Jisung pipes up, breaking his silence, still playing with Hyunjin's hands. "-we do enough of that on our own that it probably wouldn't even phase us. We'd just laugh along and agree."

"Okay, not true-" Chan starts to protest, glaring at the beta halfheartedly.

"No, it's true." You remark beneath your breath, biting back a smile, as the head alpha turns to you now.

"Don't tell them that." He sighs, wiping a hand down his face in exasperation. "Listen, if someone outside the pack-" He shoots a pointed look at Jisung, who shrugs. "-came to us talking shit about one of our mates, we'd stop it. Point blank."

"Not me." Seungmin states matter of factly, and Chan looks like he's about to give up. "I'd wait, let them say their piece, nod along, act like I agreed with them, and then mention, very casually, at the very end, 'oh, by the way, (Y/N) she's one of mine.' And then watch them sputter and try to backtrack and fall apart into disgrace."

Jisung whistles, long and low, under his breath, and looks at the other beta with newfound appreciation.

"Damn. Savage."

"Slay." Jeongin agrees with a reverent nod, and Minho promptly knocks him none too gently in the back of the head.

[sunnibearr]

stray kids — valentine's day flowers for you!

note: it's past midnight for me but i still really wanted to post this so here you go!! happy valentine's day from me and stray kids, i hope you enjoy their flowers! photos from pinterest

CHAN → chan is a classic guy but he is romantic nevertheless. he's just as cheesy as the people in the romcoms you two watch - maybe that's where he gets his ideas when it comes to valentine's day gifts. you get surprised with a similar bouquet of pretty red roses and a little note every year, yet somehow it always feels as if it's the first time all over again.

MINHO → minho knows your favourite flowers and always sticks to them. maybe he'll play around with the colours or the way they're arranged but usually he just goes with the ones he knows you adore. there's always a personalised note attached to them alongside a new photo of the cats, he knows you love them just as much as he does so he makes sure to pick a new photo that he knows you don't have every year.

CHANGBIN → he's a bit lost sometimes but he's trying his best. he knows your favourite flowers, except he doesn't know what that means. once he asked a florist for help and they laughed at him because "chris-ye-mum" isn't a real thing but he insists that that's exactly what you told him. that doesn't matter though because every year since you've been together, you have a sweet surprise of which flowers will be in your bouquet because it's never the same ones as the year before.

HYUNJIN → you are no stranger to hwang hyunjin's romantic side, he's always taking you out on dates and buying you flowers so valentine's day is no different - except it is. everything is scaled up. from bigger flowers and teddies to longer, tear wrenching letters that he has hand written just for you. hand picked flowers amidst a bouquet from your favourite florist shop. you are dating the world's most romantic guy and he'll never let you forget it.

JISUNG → jisung may be a bit silly and goofy at times, and he may have forgotten to get you flowers for valentine's day once or twice (or many) but that doesn't mean he's not trying. once he gets his head on straight he'll go out and buy you the nicest flowers he can scavenge, often mixing multiple different types of flowers he finds to make one big, beautiful bouquet just for you. he may not give you a had written love note but he will give you a box of chocolates to share!

FELIX → felix is always so sweet and thoughtful, so when it comes to valentine's day he has it all planned out days before. he has made a banner that he puts up in the kitchen and bakes you your favourite cake alongside a homemade meal with the help of minho. he has pretty flowers in the middle of the table and mood lighting candles surrounding the vase - there is no one that does it like lee felix.

SEUNGMIN → seungmin often seems indifferent to the lovey-dovey aspect of the holiday but he does enjoy spending time with you. so he makes sure to dress up nicely and take you out, maybe buy a particular bouquet of flowers that caught your attention just a bit more than all the others did and he does so with a smile because the shimmer in your eyes when you look at him as he holds the flowers is everything he needs to feel alive.

JEONGIN → a lot of people think that jeongin is inexperienced when it comes to relationships and valentine's day, however, he always brings you the prettiest flowers you could imagine. always knows when your favourite flower has changed so that he can get them in your favourite colours - and he has never once been wrong or out of date. he puts in the utmost care when he picks out the bouquets, makes sure that the meanings behind them are just as beautiful as the actual flowers.

masterlist

taglist — @septicrebel @bakugossanity @moon-320 @ameliesaysshoo @mynameisnotlaura @amara-mars @cutiepie25162 @meowmeowisdaname