#changbin imagine

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cuddly | hyung line

summary: texting hyung line when you’re high n cuddly.

ss: 8

warning: nothing? high!reader, a hint of hyunibini in bin’s, little!reader if u squint really hard.

a/n: i was high and wanted cuddles lol. i might do maknae line next time if u guys want em :3 anywho, i hope you all enjoy, remember to eat, take ur meds and ily <3

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Doubt's Duty

Changbin gains not only confidence, but also clarity by being with you.

🌠 Changbin/ GN!Reader

🐋 fluff, handholding, cuddles, kisses, literally sleeping together

🔹️ ~600 words

Changbin doesn't wonder anymore. He had spend enough time questioning, contemplating, even doubting himself, and secretly partially you as well. One day he just decided he doesn't want to do that anymore. You deserve better, he said and moved on as what he believes is a better person.

Now he doesn't wonder what you see in him when you smile across the room before he can even hear your voice, evidently happy to see him. Every. Single. Time.

He doesn't question if he is good enough, right enough, when you kiss him, when you hold him, even when you simply take his hand. Instead of wasting energy on finding out what could possibly be wrong in the way he touched you he turned his focus on the way he hopes to make you feel, that being first and foremost: safe.

He doesn't contemplate whether he should ask for something or leave it be a silent idea. He now asks boldly, being okay with whatever you answer, but he believes in the significance of you getting to know as many glimpses of him as possible. Time is limited. He wants this relationship as little as possible, which includes himself. There is no need to be small with you and he makes damn sure you know that counts for you as well.

'I don't want you to be uncertain', he whispers one night as he holds your hand u der the covers, staring at the ceiling that is enveloped in the night.

'There will always be doubt', he hears you whispering back, not sadly, just matter-of-factly.

'Alright, sure, but you can't just leave doubt coexist with you', he grunts, squeezing your hand.

'I can', you giggle and roll on your side, to bury your nose in his neck.

'I don't want you to', he whines and rubs your shoulder.

He hears you hum, tired, relaxed and he shift to tace you, too, to cup your cheeks and kiss your face.

'Don't doubt. Move on. Either you realize it's not worth thinking so intensely about it or you do something about it and transform doubt into something easier to carry', he mumbles against your lips, and he tastes you with every word he speaks.

'Alright', you respond and he hopes you concentrate on his taste as much.

'What's easy to carry?', you ask lowly. Changbin feels how you press your body against his, and he breaths deeply, making sure his stomach expands fully, so you can feel him, and he can feel you.

'You are', he immediately sighs and licks over you lips, a bit obsessively, but much more softly, assuringly, reverently than anything else.

'All if you. Doubt is concealed hope and you have a good eye. You'll find hope everywhere', he mumbles, feeling warm because of your closeness.

Then your palm pressed into his waist, not forcefully, never painfully. It makes him feel his muscles, his strength, his built, and also how much he longs for softness, for his weakness to take up as much space as his strength, having a spot right next to his strength, because he only feels certain about being strong when he knows how weakness feels like. He wants to break down without the expectation to build himself up right away, in the same way he was before, but with the opportunity to be different.

'I'm so sure of myself when you touch me like this', he whispers and with one more kiss lets you fall asleep, and with one more inhale pushes his body into your palm, feeling himself.

[bbokicidal]

Soft & Creamy | Cotton Candy

Possibly the best thing you will ever put in your mouth.

Changbin ☼ Smut ☼ Mentions of sex (PinV, oral, anal, etc.), Lingerie, Skinship ☼ The post that started it all

Chan | Lino | Changbin | Hyune | Jisung | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

Hot Fudge - A sexual fantasy of his

Changbin DREAMS of having you choking on his cock; He's really into facefucking. The idea of your mouth stretching around his length, his tip kissing and prodding the back of your throat to make you gag and drool around him - God, it all turns him on so badly. Every time he really needs to get off, that's what he'll picture. Or you marking his biceps, but that's a topic for another time.

Caramel Sauce - What he watches/listens to/indulges in to get off

I'm like 90% sure that he could watch anything and as long as there's sex involved, he'll be able to get off because he's just not a picky guy. BUT it can't be from a site with too many ads because he will get distracted and he can't multitask!

Strawberry Drizzle - Something non-sexual that turns him on

When you wear tighter fitting clothing. Could be a tighter compression shirt for working out or something, jeans that fit your hips nicely, or a dress that is snug to your curves. Anything, really! And the only reason it turns him on is because you mentioned once how much you love when he wears compression shirts and since then he's started paying more attention to what you both wear.

Chocolate Chips - If he's interested in threesomes/orgys

He's not, to be honest. He has no interest in sharing you with any of the guys or anyone else in general - man, woman, in between, off the spectrum - You're his and he'd like to keep it that way. <3 (He's not even into threesome porn either.)

Peanuts - His favorite position

Mm, man loves when you ride him. He's such a sucker for being on the bottom and feeling like you have a little control over him. He's not submissive, not really at least, but sometimes if you treat him really well you might get a nice whimper out of him. Also, he likes being restrained so you should tie him to the headboard or lace some nice rope around his biceps or... sumn. ;)

Candied Almonds - His favorite location to be intimate

He prefers anywhere BUT the bedroom. The bedroom is fine but sometimes it feels... too private, maybe. He doesn't like threesomes or orgys but that doesn't mean he doesn't like making sure people hear your moans, so.. yeah! He's not gonna say no to having sex with you in the dressing room where people can hear.

Whipped Cream - What he prefers his partner to wear during intimacy

Nothing. Plain and simple. Get naked. Get all that lace off and all that stringy shit and PLEASE no candy underwear. Just wear nothing and Changbin will be happy. (But he lowkey loves a good reveal so like.. slowly taking off your robe after you shower in front of him? He eats that shit up and will absolutely pounce on you.)

Marshmallow Topping - Where he likes to be touched

Absolutely on his arms. But also.. his sides. He's a little bit ticklish but he really does like when you caress his body and not just over the very prominent muscle. He likes when you touch his soft areas, too, like his tummy. He loves it, to be honest, because it makes him feel like (and reminds him) that you aren't just with him because of his impressive physique. You love all of him. ~

Cherries - His favorite toys/If he likes using toys

He's not super into toys but very rarely you might get him to use a plug on you. Except it's not.. actually a toy, he's just cockwarming you because he's so thick and even when he's soft it's perfect to keep his cum in you. <33

Coconut Flakes - How he likes it (soft/rough/etc)

Either or! He's okay with both. If you're in the dressing room and he's purposefully trying to get you to be loud he's definitely going to go rough on you, using your shoulders as leverage to pull you back against him. He fucks hard and we all know it.

Sprinkles - His favorite part of your body

Tits/Pecs man, not gonna lie. He loves boobs of all sizes and the reason he loves them most is because he's obsessed with making sure your nipples get attention using his mouth, his hands, anything. He loves spitting on them, drooling all over them, sucking and biting. He just loves having them in his mouth I make the rules.

Oreos - His favorite intimate act (oral/vaginal/etc)

Oral is definitely Changbin's favorite. Specifically, and I am firm on this belief; Road head. Have you seen the way he drives with one hand and leans back so comfortably? He's absolutely the type to give you plenty of space to suck his cock and his free hand can be all tangled in your hair to hold it back. AUGHHHH-

M&Ms - An instant turn on for him

When you show appreciation to his body. Touching and groping his arms? He's blushing. Caressing his waist and hips? He's chubbing up. Talking about how good his back looks when he gets out of the shower? He's creaming in that towel. And if you even LOOK at his thighs when he wears shorts, he's going to pin you down and fuck you right then and there. So don't let him catch you! Unless that's something you want him to do. ~

Reeses Pieces - His favorite act of foreplay

He doesn't have a favorite other than.. sucking on titty. But if he had to choose something it would be generally worshipping your body before you two get to the finale. He loves touching all over you, kissing your skin, marking you up a little so you know how much he loves every inch of your body. (Your chest is always covered in bite marks though.)

Pretzels - What position he oftens takes in bed (top/bottom/vers)

He's a top, but if you play your cards right then there's a chance he'll be a little more submissive in bed. AKA what I mentioned earlier w/ tying him up and riding him.

Graham Crackers - His favorite part of his own body

He really does like his physique, and he loves it even more because of how much appreciation you show it. Specifically, he likes his arms and how much you ogle them and Felix oops who said that and gawk at them. He's always flexing around you and finding any excuse to be able to show off his strength, though he often forgets it's not just for show.

Sea Salt - A roleplay scenario he wants to try

Honestly Changbin isn't super into roleplaying BUT if he had to pick one it would be officer + prisoner/you just being someone he's arresting, all because he saw how much you drooled over the skzcode episode where they wore officer uniforms.

Popping Pearls - How he sexts/If he sexts

He sexts. OH BABY HE SEXTS. Absolutely is sending you pics of his leaking cock when he gets hard at the studio for whatever reason, asks you if you want to come help and then showing you videos of him jerking off because you're 'taking too long.'

[xoxo-lixie]

Tough Guy ᝰ.ᐟ

Paring- Changbin x Reader

Summary- Y/N brags about Changbin on the phone, making him shy. He tries to act tough, snatches the phone, and silences her with a kiss—only for her to tease him even more.

Y/N lay sprawled out on the couch, phone pressed against her ear, a smug smile stretching across her lips. The apartment was peaceful except for the faint clatter coming from the kitchen—where her boyfriend, Changbin, was pretending not to listen.

She knew better.

“So, I’m just saying,” Y/N continued, kicking her legs up onto the armrest, “if there was an award for best boyfriend, Changbin would win. No competition. He’s just that perfect.”

From the kitchen, a utensil clattered onto the counter. Y/N smirked.

Her friend on the other end laughed. “Oh? And what makes him so perfect?”

“Oh, where do I even start?” Y/N drawled dramatically, making sure her voice carried. “First of all, have you seen him? Like, I get to wake up every day and see the most gorgeous man ever. It’s honestly unfair to everyone else.”

A muffled cough came from the kitchen. Changbin had his back turned, but she could see the tips of his ears glowing red.

She grinned. Time to turn it up a notch.

“And don’t even get me started on how strong he is. He picks me up like I weigh nothing.” Y/N sighed dreamily. “He could probably carry me with one arm while rapping flawlessly. Actually, scratch that—he has done that before.”

Changbin finally turned, narrowing his eyes at her. “Y/N.”

She waved him off, still talking into the phone. “Oh, and you should hear how deep his voice gets when he’s serious. Like, wow. It’s honestly illegal how attractive he is.”

Changbin groaned, dragging a hand down his face, but the pink on his cheeks was unmistakable. “Baby…” he muttered.

“Oh, oh! And you should see how soft he is when he thinks no one’s looking,” Y/N continued, biting back a laugh. “He acts all tough, but last night? He cuddled me so tight in his sleep and mumbled, ‘I love you’.”

Changbin’s head snapped up. “Y/N—”

She gasped dramatically. “Oh, no! He’s getting embarrassed!”

“I am not,” he huffed, crossing his arms. “I’m just—you’re lying.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So you didn’t say you love me in your sleep?”

Changbin opened his mouth, then closed it. His jaw tensed as if he were searching for a counterargument. Finally, he grumbled, “…That’s not the point.”

Y/N beamed in victory. “See? He’s so cute.”

Changbin, unable to take any more of her teasing, strode toward the couch and plucked the phone straight from her hand.

“Hey!” Y/N protested.

Changbin held the phone up to his ear, his voice a mix of exasperation and amusement. “She has to go. She’s too busy embarrassing me.” Without another word, he hung up and tossed the phone onto the coffee table.

Y/N pouted. “Rude.”

Changbin sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You really like talking about me that much?”

She grinned, reaching up to poke his cheek. “I mean, you are my favorite topic.”

He groaned, but his lips twitched like he was fighting a smile. “You’re so annoying.”

“And you love it,” she teased, grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers together.

He exhaled slowly, his tough-guy act crumbling under her playful gaze. Then, without another word, he leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, lingering kiss.

Y/N blinked when he pulled away, slightly breathless. “W-Whoa.”

Changbin smirked, finally regaining the upper hand. “That should keep you quiet for a bit.”

She stared at him for a moment before breaking into a laugh. “Oh, now you wanna act all cool?”

“Always been cool,baby,” he said smugly, though his pink ears betrayed him.

Y/N rolled her eyes and pulled him back down for another kiss. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever helps you sleep at night, tough guy.”

[stayteezdreams]

Bf!Skz Favorite Habits Headcanons

Headcanons: BF!Stray Kids and their favorite habits of yours

Requested By: @thunderous-wolf

Pairings: Bf!Skz x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Not all of these will be relatable of course, and some are a bit personally fulfilling. Headcanons related to food/eating in Changbins, Seungmin & I.N's.

Words: 1.6k

Bang Chan:

Bang Chan loves listening to you hum or sing quietly as you are working or doing errands.

Your soft voice or hummed melodies send a gentle comfort through him that makes him happy.

He also uses it as an indicator to tell how you are feeling.

If you are stressed or upset in any way, you tend to stop humming or singing.

This allows him to know something is up without you having to tell him anything.

You are always confused how he could tell when you weren't showing any signs (that you knew of).

In a similar vein, you often drum or tap your fingers or pen/pencil when you are lost in thought.

He also finds this quite cute and sometimes get distracted while watching you hum and tap your fingers as you work.

When you come back to your senses you often find him staring at you with an adoring smile on his face.

Chan can't help himself sometimes and when you are humming or singing he will join in.

He sometimes pulls you into his arms and starts singing and dancing with you to make you laugh.

Lee Know:

Minho always notices your habit of stacking, straightening or lining up objects.

Your notebooks are always stacked straight, your pencils lined up or placed in their own holders.

You sort your belongings like books in very specific orders, that might only make sense to you.

If you notice crooked paintings or objects you subtly straighten them.

Every time he notices he smiles softly to himself.

He is always careful not to mess up the way you straighten things.

He also has his own habit of noting this, so if he ever has to use something, he will put it back the exact way it was.

If he wants to playfully annoy you he will purposefully move something so its crooked while making eye contact with you.

Peak cat behavior.

You also tend to by matching things. Decorations, kitchenware, pencils, notebooks, etc, that all match or go well with stuff you already own.

So if he ever buys you anything, he makes sure it matches.

Even at his dorm, he has a mug that matches his own so you can use it.

He uses this habit of yours as an excuse to buy cute matching couple stuff, even though he also likes matching with you (but he wont admit it).

Changbin:

Changbin finds amusement in the way you eat food.

Saving the best bite till last. Eating everything individually, eating your least favorite thing first, and leaving your favorite food until last, things like that.

He noticed it early on in your relationship, and it eventually bled into his own eating habits.

He would find himself saving the perfect bite until last, or his favorite food till the end.

He didn't notice he was doing it at first until I.N pointed it out.

If you have particular ingredients you don't like, you pick them out and put them on the side.

If Changbin orders food for you, he does this ahead of time so you don't have too.

He also finds your gym/work out routines adorable.

The way you psyche yourself up, and then prepare the perfect playlist of songs before you start anything.

He also notices how you do the same stretches in order each time before your workout.

If you ever miss out on any or skip them he knows you aren't feeling it that day, and often tries to psyche you up himself or will tell you to rest and not force yourself.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin loves that when the two of you are hanging out, you often doodle or sketch things on loose paper.

He will find little doodles on sticky notes or pieces of paper he was going to throw out.

They make him smile because they are little reminders of you, so he often keeps them when he finds them.

If you are in college, he will sometimes flip through your notebooks and see all of the little drawings you did when you got distracted or bored during class.

When the two of you are hanging out doing nothing, he will purposefully give you a pencil and paper, or he will give you his arm to doodle on.

He jokes about getting some of the things you drew on him tattooed, but you would never let him. (But he definitely thinks about it)

He thinks it would be a nice reminder to always have you with him.

But he settles for taking his sketchbook with him and often flipping through the pages he let you sketch on.

Sometimes you take turns on a drawing, adding to it randomly, like a co-op piece. You did it with some paintings as well.

He has a few of these framed.

Han:

Han was confused at first, when he would find his hoodie ties braided or tied into knots.

It wasn't until one day when the two of you were lounging together that he noticed you absentmindedly making a decorative knot out of the tie on your own hoodie.

It clicked in his mind that it was you who had been doing it to his when you would wear them.

He thought it was adorable, and began purposefully wearing hoodies with long strings on them so you could play with them when cuddling.

At times when you are fidgety or antsy, or even just bored Han will ask you to play with his hair, knowing you will add little braids and get distracted by doing it.

It's his way of not only silently comforting you, but it also makes him feel good.

Yes he does forget about the braids and leave them in, often resulting in teasing from the others.

He doesn't care though and just calls them love braids, displaying them with pride.

Sometimes he takes selfies of them and sends them to you, 'The others keep making fun of me, but I love it!'

Felix:

Felix notices a lot about you, and something he noticed that he absolutely adores, is your habit of silent acts of service.

The way you help people without them noticing, or you making it obvious.

Casually fixing something without someone noticing. Picking up something they dropped without realizing. Making sure they don't hit their head when they reach down to do something.

You have a knack of noticing when someone wants something but is too shy or afraid to ask for it.

So you do it for them. Whether it is getting a drink, listening to them speak when others are talking, or asking them to do something with you, when in reality it was what they wanted and you are silently helping them to achieve it.

Felix is similar in this way so he noticed you do it as well.

He admires it and adores it and believes it shows just how lovely of a person you are.

You are also the type to pick up trash on the street, tell people is their shoes are untied, or if they have something in their teeth even if they are strangers.

You do the things you wish more people did for you, and Felix loves this about you.

Seungmin:

Seungmin notices your routines, big and small.

It ranges from doing the same steps every morning and evening with your facial care, taking showers at the same time of day, when you have your meals if your not working, etc.

He was able to figure out your routines pretty quickly so now he motions himself around them so you do them together.

This turns into him sharing the bathroom with you and being a menace.

Messing you up when you are brushing your teeth, cause you to smear toothpaste on your chin.

Him taking a shower as you are doing your nighttime routine, and singing loudly to entertain you.

When you are in the shower, he does his routine.

You also tend to get the same types of drinks and foods when you stop at the same places.

So if you are ever unable to make it, or he wants to surprise you with coffee/tea or food in the morning he knows exactly what to get you.

You never have to tell him what you would order, because he knows what you would order on pretty much any menu.

He says you are predictable, but in a cute way.

Bonus: If there are two dishes you can't decide between, he will get the other so you can try both.

He acts like he didn't do it for you, and says its because he wanted to try it but you know this is a lie

I.N:

I.N. loves that when you cook (especially for him), you put your heart into it, often making the food cute or aesthetically pleasing.

You cut strawberries into hearts, and the vegetables into cute or fun shapes, you are alarmingly good at coffee art, making cute desserts, etc.

He sees the care you have, in every small detail and he loves it.

He has a photo album dedicated to the cute food you make.

Sometimes he has trouble convincing himself to eat it because it's too cute.

I.N adores that you get happy and do a little dance when the food you are eating is good.

Other habits you have that he finds cute is when you are angry, you chew on the inside of your cheek or absentmindedly mumble under your breath.

He finds it adorable, and will tease you to lighten the mood. But he also just finds you cute when you are irritated. (He will pinch your cheeks before hugging you and being cute).

Folding paper/Origami

When you are bored you have a tendency to turn random pieces of paper into various forms.

Planes, flowers, stars, animals, etc.

I.N has kept an embarrassing amount of them and you will find them in various places around his room.

xx

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[bangchangbinnie]

Unsteady roads S.CB, H.JS, L.F, Y,JN

Pairing: Changbin x Reader (feat. jealous Felix, Jeongin, and Jisung)

What was supposed to be a simple car ride turns into absolute chaos when Y/N is forced to sit on Changbin’s lap due to lack of space.

Suggestive, Humor, Fluff, Tension, (the members are perverts?)

I don’t know what this is, but enjoy!

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It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

The drive back to the dorm was already chaotic enough, with everyone cramming into the van, exhausted from their schedules. Changbin had taken the front seat initially, but after some last-minute changes (and Jisung calling dibs before anyone else could react), he ended up in the back with you and the others.

And now?

Now you were sitting on his lap, squeezed in between him and the car door, because the guys were too lazy to rearrange their seating.

“Just sit on Changbin-hyung,” Felix had joked at the start, grinning

“You are such a brat,” Changbin had grumbled under his breath, but he didn’t argue when you hesitated, looking around at the lack of space. Instead, he pulled you down onto him with an easy strength, hands steadying you at your waist.

“You good?” he had asked lowly, voice near your ear. You had nodded quickly, adjusting in his lap—only to realize, a little too late, that movement was the worst possible idea in such a cramped space.

That had been 15 minutes ago.

Now, as the car rumbled down a particularly bumpy road, you were keenly aware of every single pair of eyes watching the situation unfold.

Felix, Jeongin, and Jisung were squeezed together in the row in front of you, turning their heads every so often, throwing each other knowing looks. Jisung, in particular, was grinning like an absolute menace. The thing was, Changbin had big thighs. Thick, muscular thighs. And with every bump in the road, you were practically bouncing on them.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath as the van hit another rough patch.

Changbin stiffened beneath you, his fingers gripping your sides ever so slightly, as if trying not to react. His jaw was clenched, his body tense, and though he wasn’t saying anything, you could tell—he was feeling everything.

“Hyung,” Jeongin snickered, his eyes filled with far too much amusement. “You okay back there?” Felix, the little instigator, turned in his seat, resting his chin on the headrest. “Yeah, Bin, you look a little… uncomfortable.”

You felt your face burn.

“I’m fine,” Changbin gritted out, but his voice was just a little too strained.

Another jolt in the road had you gripping onto his arm for stability. Your leggings weren’t helping, the smooth material of the leggings you were wearing sliding against him way too easily.

Jisung wiggled his eyebrows. “You sure? ‘Cause Y/N looks pretty comfortable.” Felix choked on his laughter, Jeongin slapping his arm.

Changbin exhaled through his nose like he was gathering the patience of a saint.

“Do you guys want to walk back?” he threatened, his hands flexing against your waist like he was trying to keep his cool.

Jisung and Jeongin exchanged glances before quickly facing forward, but Felix just smiled lazily, like he knew exactly what he was doing.

You swallowed thickly, shifting ever so slightly to find a better position. Changbin’s hands tightened. You felt it. He definitely felt it.

Jisung? Oh, he was having the time of his life.

“Wow,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I should’ve made Y/N sit on my lap instead.” Jeongin huffed. “You? I called shotgun earlier—I should’ve been back there.”

Felix, not one to be left out, gave a casual shrug. “Not my fault Changbin-hyung gets all the luck.”

Your breath caught, and you instinctively turned to look at Changbin, whose ears were now noticeably red. He let out a slow, controlled exhale, his hands gripping your waist with more intent, grounding both of you.

“You guys,” he said in a low voice, slow and deadly, “better pray we get home soon. Because if this van stops…”

Felix, Jeongin, and Jisung immediately shut up.

You swallowed down your embarrassment. The van hit one final bump, and Changbin caught your hips firmly, keeping you steady. It should’ve been an innocent move. Should’ve been nothing.

But the way Felix, Jeongin, and Jisung groaned at the sight of it? Yeah. You were never living this down.

———

The rest of the drive back to the dorm was absolute torture.

For you? Because the van hit every possible bump in existence, forcing you to cling to Changbin in ways that made your entire body heat up. For Changbin? Because he had to sit through it, his large hands keeping you steady while pretending he wasn’t seconds away from murdering the three smug idiots watching him suffer.

For Felix, Jeongin, and Jisung? Because they had to witness it and not be in his place. It wasn’t even subtle anymore. The way Jisung dramatically sighed every time the car dipped, or how Jeongin kept mumbling under his breath about how unfair life was. Felix, to his credit, was playing it cooler—but the way he kept glancing back with a sly smile said otherwise.

You had long given up trying to adjust, knowing that every time you moved, they would say something. So instead, you went completely still, clutching onto the fabric of Changbin’s hoodie for dear life.

Changbin, however, was done.

“Hey,” he muttered near your ear, voice just for you. “Relax.” Relax? In this situation? Impossible. Your grip on his arm tightened, and you felt his chest rumble with a quiet chuckle.

“You’re overthinking it,” he added, voice lower this time. “Just lean into me.”

It wasn’t a suggestion.

And, okay, maybe part of you wanted to disappear, but another part of you—a much bolder part—figured that if Changbin was so confident, then you should be too. So, cautiously, you let yourself relax against him, resting your head against his shoulder.

The shift in his breathing was instant.

Felix made an offended noise.

“Are you kidding me?”

Jisung groaned. “I’m actually about to open the door and throw myself out.”

Jeongin just crossed his arms, looking thoroughly annoyed.

Changbin, though? He finally smirked. “You guys are so annoying,” he drawled, his grip on your waist almost possessive now. “All this whining, and for what?”

Felix rolled his eyes. “We all know you’re suffering too, hyung.”

Changbin tilted his head, all confidence. “Am I?”

The van hit another bump, sending you bouncing ever so slightly in his lap again.

Oh.

Oh, he was suffering.

Jeongin caught it immediately, smirking. “You totally are.”

Changbin’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he pressed his palm against your waist, fingers sinking into the soft fabric of your leggings as if to keep you still.

Jisung’s grin was wicked. “Aww, poor Binnie.”

Changbin exhaled sharply. “You guys are so lucky I can’t fight all of you at once.”

Felix smirked. “I dunno, you could just… let Y/N switch seats with one of us.” Jeongin perked up. “That’s a great idea.”

Jisung actually reached out, like he was ready to physically pull you away. “C’mere, princess—”

Changbin’s arm locked around your waist, tugging you closer, chest pressing into your back.

“Don’t,” he warned, eyes dark.

The van went silent. Jeongin’s lips parted slightly, like he wanted to say something, but eventually just let his mouth shut. Felix leaned back in his seat, blinking once. “Huh.”

Jisung, though? He let out a slow whistle, shaking his head. “You’re so lucky,” he muttered at you, looking deeply wronged. “So. Lucky.”

You swallowed, heat creeping up your face again. But before you could respond, the driver finally pulled into the parking lot of the dorms, ending your suffering. Or so you thought.

Because as soon as everyone started piling out, stretching and groaning from the ride, Jeongin, Felix, and Jisung all turned to you. “You’re sitting on my lap next time,” Jeongin declared, crossing his arms.

Felix gave an easy, dimpled smile. “Mine too.”

Jisung pointed at you, then at himself. “Same. And I won’t hold back the way he did.”

Changbin, who had just stepped out of the van, let out a sharp laugh. “Yeah? Let’s see you try.”

Jisung clutched his chest. “Oh my god, he’s actually going feral.”

Felix raised an eyebrow. “He’s always been feral.”

Jeongin smirked. “But now he’s feral over Y/N.” Changbin growled. You, at this point, were done.

“You guys are so stupid,” you muttered, adjusting your glasses and marching toward the dorm entrance.

Behind you, you heard Jisung snicker. “Love you too, princess~”

And Changbin? Well, you swore you heard him mutter something about making sure you only sat on his lap from now on.

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AN: I wish I was more comfortable writing smut because this would be miles better with it. Hope you guys enjoyed!😭

[jsabimi]

— BF!Stray Kids React to "Thank You for the Flowers" Texts.

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PAIRING : bf!stray kids o8 x gender neutral reader

GENRE : fluff, barely even there angst - like seriously, just adding this to be safe cause you know there'll be someone that says something

WARNINGS : accusations about cheating in a playful lighthearted manner, playful teasing, insults, bickering, mentions about "admirers", creeps, very light jealousy - again, barely even there

⤷ stray kids masterlist 

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[kangaracha]

Chamomile + skz

Chamomile: 'what it means to stay'

written by @keepswingin

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Chan meets you at your favorite restaurant, smile reaching the corners of his cheeks. His eyes crinkle as he takes your hand and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose.

Your stomach fills with butterflies but you don't miss the way he lingers, the way he tries to busy with hands with touching you so that he doesn't have to reach for his phone, vibrating relentlessly from his pocket. 

The waiter is nice enough, giving you both time to look over the menu as if you don't already have it memorized, but as soon as he walks away you reach across the table and ask for Chan's phone, palm outstretched. 

"My phone?" he asks, sounding baffled - nervous, if you think about it, the way his tone isn't as steady as it usually is. "Why?" 

"Something's going on," you say, because you're sure now, in the way he looks at the menu and doesn't read a single word, the way he keeps tugging at his shirt, the way his fingers are shaking. "What happened?"

Chan's eyes flicker from you to the table and back again. After a long moment, he pulls his phone out and rests it on the table in between you. The notifications are still going, faster than you can keep up, covering up the candid shot of you that he has set as his background. You catch words that make you do a double take. You look up at him, your heart suddenly hammering. 

"You - ?" The words falter before they can be released. Chan grabs your hand, squeezing tightly. The smile on his face is soft, kind, tight at the edges. He looks stressed but...happy. 

"You really thought I wouldn't pick you?"

o

"This is bullshit," Minho seethes, so angry you can feel it from across the room. You put your book down and stand from the couch, comforting words on the tip of your tongue, but before you can offer any he throws the cane across the room and watches as it knocks against the far wall with a loud thud. 

He stands in the middle of the room with his chest heaving for a long moment before his body catches up with the rest of him and realizes that there is nothing there to support his own weight. He tumbles to the ground in a heap, and the sound of that is worse, something you can feel with your own bones as you rush to his side, one hand reaching for his shoulder. 

"Don't you ever get sick of helping me?" he grumbles as you help him back to his feet, his bad leg shaking under the stress of it. You ignore him until you're able to get him back over to the couch, his body slumping against the cushions, your own falling next to him. You check him for any injuries as he sits there, oddly silent.

Your fingers slide across his chin. He turns to face you only after you prompt him and something close to shame flickers across before he can stop it. "I could never get sick of you," you whisper, leaning closer. "You're the strongest person I know." 

"I'm really not," he snaps back, but his words hold little bite. "I can barely walk without help. I can't help you how I used to. I can't move. I can't carry you when you're tired, I can't cook for you, I can't - " 

You kiss him then, careful in the way you press against him, always so careful, always so caring. When you pull away he swallows, eyes flickering across your face. He reaches up and brushes his fingers against your cheek. 

"I can't love you like I used to," he whispers then, vulnerable and nearly empty. 

Something in your own heart breaks. You wish he would realize that all you would ever need is him, no matter who he became.

o

You smile as you balance the child on one leg, his screams full of delight every time you bounce him from side to side. Your own laughter follows as he clutches you tighter, one tiny fist slipping around the front of your shirt. You pinch at his leg and say something silly, listening to his happy reaction, and before you can do more someone else is reaching for him, wrapping him up in their arms and picking him up. 

You grin as Changbin blows a raspberry against the boy's stomach, lifting him high into the air. Your heart fills as you watch his father carry him around with as much joy as he always does, happy to live in the moment, even if the circumstances were far from what anyone wanted. You glance down at your watch and feel your happiness begin to fade as soon as you realize that your time is nearly up.

"Jagi," you call, catching Changbin's attention. "It's almost time." 

You hate the way his smile immediately fades, the way he lowers his child carefully back into his arms and squeezes him tightly, whispering against his ear. He walks back over to you with a sad look flickering across his face, one hand reaching down to squeeze your shoulder. 

You hear the sound of a car door from behind you and don't bother with turning to look, something cold and detached entering where warmth was a moment ago. Changbin stiffens, rubbing circles on the boy's back as he giggles and snuggles closer to his father. You wonder if there will ever be a moment where you don't have to deal with her. 

You hate the way Changbin deflates as he speaks with her, the exaggerated tone of her voice as she takes the child from him. The sound of the child's excitement when he sees his mother. You listen in silence until you hear her return to her car, the sound of the door slamming once more. Tires turning on asphalt. 

Changbin takes a seat beside you on the bench, gaze resting somewhere far in the distance. 

"I love you," he says after a while, voice barely above a whisper.

You reach over and grab his hand. 

You think he never stopped, not even then. 

o

The door creaks as you open it, revealing an array of different canvases that will never see the light of day. Hyunjin sits in the middle of the room, gently adding dark lines to a picture that used to be brighter. Your heart sits heavy in your chest as you make your way over to him, wondering if he even remembers painting it in the first place.

Things were spottier than they used to be, before. 

You hold out the glass you've brought him, filled halfway with water. The pill sits in the middle of your palm. He glances over, taking in the sight before returning to his painting, adding another line of grey. "Hyunjin," you say, trying your best to keep your tone even if it's a daily battle you never forget how to handle. "You know it makes you feel better."

"I just want to paint," he rebukes, paintbrush pushing harder against the canvas.

You sigh. "It'll just take a second," you say, moving closer. "Please?" 

Hyunjin shakes his head. Closes his eyes and curls his fingers tighter around the brush. "Please can I just paint?" he asks, sounding close to...to tears, you realize, the idea startling you back a step. You stand there for a long moment, staring at him like all the answers will just tumble from between chapped lips. But they don't, and you never were strong enough when it came to him. 

"Okay," you agree softly, closing your fist.

Hyunjin's eyes open. He doesn't turn to look back at you, instead returning to painting. You watch him make new shapes over old ones, add color where there already was plenty. You wonder if an artist can ever lose their eye for detail. 

You wonder if you'll ever be able to lose him and not think about every second you could've spent with him, after.

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Silence Between Us ~ YJI/SCB

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅WORD COUNT:2.9K

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅PAIRING: Jeongin? X reader / Changbin x reader

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ GENRE: Established relationships, jeongin in a relationship with reader, changbin ‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅hates you, thinks youre using jeongin,

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - October 2024

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‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅a/n: i did this as an imagine? I hope thats okay!

Jeongin’s fingers gently intertwined with yours as you both lounged on the couch, the steady flicker of the TV screen barely registering in your mind. His head rested comfortably against your shoulder, eyes half-closed in contentment. You smiled softly at the sight of him, your thumb tracing absent patterns along his knuckles. You adored the moments that you had with him like this, wrapped in the warmth of his arms and enjoying the closeness of one another as you cuddled closer together but there was a tension in the air that was hard to ignore.

The tension was so thick you were almost sure you could cut it with a knife.No matter how much time you spent with Jeongin, there was always that nagging feeling in the back of your mind...or rather someone was always in the back of your mind and that was Changbin.

He never spoke to you unless absolutely necessary, his responses were always clipped, his presence cold. And whenever you were around, he was suddenly busy, leaving the room, or worse, not even coming home. It was weird, you never did anything to upset him. Hell, the day you met him you'd been so nervous you'd made a fool of yourself but that was no reason for him to dislike you.

The rest of the guys loved you, and you always found yourself hanging out with them when Jeongin was busy it felt like you were a part of their little family, all apart from Changbin who made you feel unwanted.

You could feel the tension with Changbin but Jeongin never addressed it, almost as though he had no idea that his friend didn't like you but it made things weird between you.

Jeongin shifted beside you and checked his phone, jumping up a little as he went to look for his car keys.

"Hey, I’m gonna grab some takeout for us, okay?" His voice was soft, and gentle, like always, and it made your heart skip a beat. Ever since the two of you first go together he made your heart sing. He pressed a quick kiss to your temple, and the warmth from his lips sent fireworks throughout your body.

“Alright,” you replied with a smile, though a part of you wished he wouldn’t leave. The dorms always felt colder when you were alone, especially when Changbin was around but you prayed he was going to stay in his room while Jeongin was away.

“I won’t be long,” Jeongin promised, giving you one last smile before heading out the door.

The moment he left, the air felt thicker and you could feel your chest tightening at the thought of Changbin coming out. The silence settled heavily in the space, making you acutely aware of the absence of Jeongin’s calming presence, you hadn't realised just how much you relied on him to feel relaxed. You glanced around the living room, your eyes landing on Changbin’s closed bedroom door. Tension stirred in your chest.

As if on cue, the door creaked open and you tore your eyes away, forcing yourself to stare at the TV and trying to focus on whatever it was that was playing. Changbin appeared in the hallway, his eyes barely acknowledging your presence as he made his way toward the kitchen. He had that same expression on his face as he always did when he was around you—guarded, distant like he couldn’t be bothered with you. It was as if you were invisible, a stranger in the house he shared with Jeongin. It hurt more than you cared to admit.

You didn't expect you to be the best of friends but it still would have been nice for you to at least get along for the sake of your boyfriend. The tightness in your chest grew unbearable, you could feel your heart starting to race with anxiety and you couldn’t take it anymore.

Without fully thinking, you stood and blocked his path back to his door. Changbin stopped abruptly, his eyes flicking up to meet yours, confusion, and mild irritation flashing in them.

“What are you doing?” His voice was cold, as if speaking to you was an inconvenience to him and you did your best not to let it show that it was bothering you. He sidestepped you, but you moved with him, determination replacing your nerves.

“Changbin, please. I need to know… What did I do? why don’t you like me?” Your voice cracked slightly, but you held his gaze, refusing to back down. For a moment, he just stared at you, his lips pressed into a tight line. His silence cut deeper than any words he could have spoken. You waited, breath caught in your throat, for him to say something, anything.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” he finally muttered, brushing past you again, but you stepped in front of him once more, desperation creeping into your tone.

“No, you do!” you said, voice stronger now. You weren't just going to back down now that you'd gotten the courage to ask him. There had to be something about you that had driven him to be like this. You just needed to know what it was.

“You’ve been avoiding me for months. I’ve never done anything to you...In fact, I've done just about everything to make you like me so I don’t understand—if you just tell me what I did wrong, I’ll fix it. I just… I want to know what’s going on.” Changbin’s eyes darkened, his jaw clenched so tightly that you could see the muscles flex beneath his skin. His frustration was palpable now, the tension between you threatening to break. He finally sighed, running a hand through his hair in exasperation.

"You really wanna know?” he asked, his tone bitter, almost as if the truth was something you didn’t deserve to hear. You nodded your head at him,

“Yes,” you whispered, heart pounding in your chest, the weight of his words pressing down on you. You didn't care what it was, you intended to fix it.  Changbin’s gaze hardened, and when he spoke, his words cut through you like ice.

“I don’t trust you. I think you’re using Jeongin.” His accusation hit you like a physical blow, your breath catching in your throat. How could he even think something like that? You and Jeongin had known each other before he became an idol, you'd have to be a fortune teller to predict this would have happened,

“W-what?” you stammered, disbelief surging through you. There was no way he really believed the words that had just come out of his mouth.

“How could I be using him?”

“God, don't play dumb and don’t act so surprised,” Changbin scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. The moment he'd met you he could tell something was off,

“You’re only with him because of who he is—an idol. Because he’s got money and y, fame, and you get to be a part of that. I’ve seen it before. Girls like you are all the same.” The words felt like daggers, sharp and cutting through the fragile bond you thought you were building with Jeongin. You blinked, the sting of unshed tears burning behind your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Not here. Not in front of him.

“That’s not true,” you managed to whisper, but your voice felt so small compared to the anger radiating from Changbin. “I care about Jeongin… I love him...I knew him before-”

“You love him?” Changbin repeated, his tone mocking, laughing a little as he shook his head at you.

“Then prove it. Because from where I’m standing, all I see is someone trying to cash in on his success.” Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision, but you didn’t move, didn’t look away. You wanted to scream, to defend yourself, to tell him how wrong he was. But the weight of his accusation, the disbelief in his eyes, was suffocating.

Just as you opened your mouth to respond, to tell him just how wrong he was about everything, the sound of keys jingling outside the door echoed through the apartment. Panic surged through you, and before you could say anything else, the door swung open, and Jeongin walked in, a bag of takeout in hand.

“Hey! I got your favourite—” His cheerful voice trailed off the moment he sensed the tension in the room. His eyes darted between you and Changbin, his brow furrowing in confusion.

“What’s going on?” You quickly wiped your eyes, turning your back to him so he wouldn’t see the tears threatening to spill. You weren't going to be the one to get between two friends,

“Nothing,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I… I have a headache, I should go.” You lied, grabbing your jacket,

"Baby, stay. I can make you some tea and we can go and relax-" You shook your head, biting your lip to keep the tears at bay you weren't going to stay somewhere you weren't wanted.

“I’ll… I’ll call you later,” you said, hurriedly gathering your things. Your heart ached as you avoided his eyes, but you couldn’t face him—not like this. Not with Changbin’s harsh words still ringing in your ears.

Before Jeongin could even try to stop you, you slipped past him and out the door, the sound of it closing behind you echoing in the stillness of the apartment.

It had been a week since you walked out of Jeongin’s apartment, leaving behind a whirlwind of emotions. Every day since, your phone had buzzed with messages from him—each one pleading for you to talk, for you to come over. And every time, you felt your heart break a little more, but you couldn’t bring yourself to face him. Not with Changbin’s accusation still echoing in your mind.

Jeongin didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to be caught between you and one of his best friends. Every time you thought about going back, that tight knot of anxiety would pull you down again, you just needed to do the right thing and walk away from it all.

Today was no different. You stared at your phone, Jeongin’s latest message flashing across the screen.

Innie: "Please. Can we talk? I miss you."

You sighed, pressing the phone to your chest, trying to find the courage you hadn’t had for the past week. It wasn’t fair to him to string him along like this—he had no idea what had happened between you and Changbin, and leaving him in the dark wasn’t right. Stil every time you tried to take a step to make it right you just remembered Changbins words in your mind, hitting you harder each time.

A few minutes later, your phone rang, and when you saw Jeongin’s name again, something inside you caved. You answered. Maybe you were a glutton for punishment or soething...or maybe you were just desperate to hear his voice after a week,

“I’ll come over,” you said quietly, not giving him a chance to speak first. There was a pause on the other end, followed by a hopeful,

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you breathed out, your heart heavy with a mix of relief and dread. “I’ll be there soon.” You whispered as you stared at the wall. You needed to get this over and done with.

When you arrived at the apartment, the familiar hallway felt like it was closing in on you. Your chest tightened and you were finding it harder and harder to breathe the longer you waited for the door to open. The memories of last week flooded back to you all at once. Changbin’s cold gaze, his hurtful words, and Jeongin’s confused expression. You hesitated before knocking again, but the door swung open before you even had the chance.

Jeongin stood there, eyes wide with relief as if he hadn’t believed you would actually come. Without a word, he reached out, pulling you into a tight hug, and burying his face in your shoulder.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he murmured against your skin, his voice shaky with emotion. You hugged him back, the tension in your body slowly unravelling once you felt him holding you. This was everythign you'd been seeking out all week but you hadn't been able to get to it. The weight of the past week still hung over you and you slowly began pulling away slightly, you met his gaze.

“Jeongin, we need to talk,” you whispered. His heart raced as he nodded, stepping aside to let you in.

"If this is about the take-out, I promise I got you something you liked." he joked trying to lighten the mood but once he saw how serious you were he stopped and took you over to the couch. The two of you sat there, the silence in the air completely heavy as you stared at one another,

“I didn’t leave because of you,” you began, your voice soft but steady. Was this the right thing to do? Changbin was his band member and you didn't want to risk making things bad between them simply because he didn't like you but he needed to know. Right?

“I left because of Changbin.” Jeongin’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“Changbin? What does he have to do with this?” You sighed, wringing your hands together as you tried to find the right words. You'd been trying to think of them on the way over but nothing ever sounded right.

“That night, after you left to get takeout, I asked him why he didn’t like me. He told me… he told me he thinks I’m using you for your money.” The hurt flashed across Jeongin’s face, his eyes widening in shock.

"What?”

“I tried to explain, but before I could say anything, you came back, and I couldn’t… I didn’t want to make things worse.” Jeongin ran a hand through his hair, frustration clear in his features. He stood up abruptly, pacing the floor.

“I can’t believe he would say that,” he muttered under his breath, his voice tight with anger. You watched him, your chest tight with worry as you stared at him.

“I didn’t want to come between you two,” you said quietly. “I didn’t want to make things awkward for you.” Jeongin stopped pacing, turning to look at you, his expression softening. This was why you'd been avoiding him? He thought he'd upset you somehow.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. Changbin… he was way out of line.”

Before you could respond, the door to the apartment opened, and in walked Changbin. He froze when he saw you sitting there, tension instantly filling the room. Jeongin wasted no time though, he stared at his friend and shook his head.

“Changbin,” he said firmly, stepping toward him. “We need to talk. Now.” Changbin’s eyes flickered between you and Jeongin, his expression unreadable but you knew he was brewing with anger for you.

“What’s going on?” Jeongin crossed his arms, his gaze hard. It was the first time you'd ever seen Jeongin so pissed off about something,

“I know what you said to her.” Changbin’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond. He hadn't expected you to say anything after running out last week, he figured he'd seen the last of you.

“I can’t believe you’d accuse her of something like that,” Jeongin continued, his voice rising slightly. “Do you even know how long we’ve known each other?” At this, Changbin’s brow furrowed in confusion.

"You met each other a few months ago," Changbin grumbled but you both shook your head. The two of you had known each other a lot longer than people thought.

“We grew up together, Changbin,” Jeongin said, his voice softening as he glanced at you. “We’ve been best friends since we were kids. She’s not using me. She never has, and she never will. I thought you knew us better than that.” Changbin’s eyes widened in surprise, and for the first time, you saw uncertainty flicker across his face, his eyes glanced over to you and he shook his head.

“I… I didn’t know.” Jeongin stepped closer, his tone stern but not unkind. The last thing he wanted was to upset Changbin but he also wanted the two of you to get along,

“You should’ve talked to me first before making assumptions.” There was a heavy silence as Changbin processed Jeongin’s words. Finally, he turned to you, guilt shadowing his features.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his voice rough with regret. “I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. I just… I was trying to protect Jeongin, but I went about it the wrong way.” You nodded, still feeling the sting of his previous accusation, but you could see the sincerity in his apology in his eyes and even hearing it in his voice.

“I understand,” you said softly. “I just wish you’d talked to me instead of assuming the worst.” Changbin lowered his head as he nodded, he realised now how much of a dickhead he'd been toward you when he could have just talked to you.

“I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.” Jeongin stepped forward and took your hand, his thumb gently brushing against your knuckles.

“I’m sorry too. You didn’t deserve any of this.” You squeezed his hand, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. The weight of the past week seemed to lift slightly, the air between you lighter, though the hurt still lingered.

"Movie night?" you suggested to them both, Changbins eyes lingering on you for a second before nodding his head. It was his chance to actually get to know you without making any harsh decisions before he had the chance to know the real you.

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Y/N and Felix have always been inseparable—best friends who shared everything from gaming marathons to dreams of the future. But as their paths begin to diverge, with Felix chasing his K-pop dreams in Korea and Y/N heading to university in Melbourne, the unspoken feelings between them start to surface. What begins as a playful dare at a high school party turns into a kiss that changes everything, blurring the line between friendship and something deeper. As they navigate the chaos of growing up, long-distance, and their own insecurities, they must decide: is their bond strong enough to survive the changes, or will the weight of their dreams pull them apart? A story of first loves, missed chances, and the bittersweet beauty of growing up.

genres: written, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, angst,unrequited love, senior year (highschool), felix and Y/N are aged up to 17, pre-debut,

Trigger Warning: underaged drinking for now

Word count: 5,000

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Authors Note: let me know what u think, I may continue on with this depending on the interest

Circa Late 2017

“How many times are you going to spam the same move?” Y/N complained, her tone a mix of frustration and amusement. She was knee-deep in the world's longest stock-battle stalemate with one of her closest friends.

“I’ll keep at it until you’re as good as dead. I’m not just going to hand you this win,” Felix teased, a smirk on his face as his Pikachu sent her Toon Link flying dangerously close to the edge of the map. 

Both of them were focused, their palms sweaty, eyes locked on the screen. The usual banter and light teasing that typically filled their sleepovers and competitive match nights faded into the background. All that mattered now was winning—something both took very seriously in their shared passion for gaming.

Y/N and Felix could never really pinpoint the exact moment when their friendship had become so close, when they started to latch onto each other like koalas. If you asked, you'd get two different answers, but the overall theme was the same: when they were together, the noise of the world stopped. Nothing mattered outside of each other. 

It had started with casually sparring at the after-school gaming club, but their connection grew far beyond that. She showed up to his Taekwondo competitions whenever she could, cheering him on from the sidelines, and he supported her at her art competitions. Soon, their families knew each other well, and their worlds began to merge without either of them realizing it. 

“YESSSS! I told you!” Y/N practically bounced in her seat after landing the final blow, finally claiming a win after several failed attempts.

Felix rolled his eyes, grabbing a fistful of pretzels from the snack bowl his older sister, Rachel,  had left out for them. The living room table was cluttered with an assortment of junk food—chips, candy, soda—the works for any gaming night.

“Whatever, this game sucks anyway,” he muttered, though his competitive streak was clearly wounded. He dipped deeper into the pretzel bowl, sulking in defeat.

Y/N, still laughing from the high of her victory, nudged him playfully. “Don’t get salty, just get good,” she teased, grabbing her own snack of choice: gummy bears. 

Felix groaned, feigning indifference. “I need a break. My hand hurts.” He switched off the game, pulling up Youtube  instead. The familiar tunes of his favorite group, SHINee, began to fill the room.

Ever since one of his cousins from Korea introduced him to K-pop, Felix had been hooked. The choreography, the passion, the sheer talent—it was mesmerizing. And lately, he’d been practicing more than just his dance moves. His dream of auditioning for JYP was becoming a real possibility. 

“You’ve been practicing your pronunciation, right? Wanna keep going?” Y/N asked, noticing the slight tension in his voice. Felix had seemed more focused, more driven lately, but underneath that ambition was uncertainty—a vulnerability she hadn’t seen before.

Felix hesitated, but before he could answer, Y/N added, “Oh, wait! I need to show you my new painting.” She grabbed her phone, scrolling to the latest photo of her work in progress.

It was a lotus flower, blooming from the depths of a muddy pond. Felix stared at it for a moment, appreciating the symbolism. A flower that represents rebirth, resilience in harsh conditions. 

“I really like this,” he said finally, his voice soft with admiration. “Your brushstrokes are so detailed… it's amazing. I know that competition money is yours.”

Y/N beamed at the compliment, feeling a warmth settle in her chest. “Thanks. Any little bit helps. Trying to get as much free money for college as possible,” she joked, lightening the moment.

Felix chuckled, though the tension from earlier still lingered in his expression. He opened his laptop, playing around with his pronunciation notes. “Honestly, I thought I knew how to speak Korean pretty well, but when I listen to how fast the locals talk, it’s so different. But I have to try… I really want this.”

The uncertainty in his voice was palpable now. His dream of becoming a trainee at JYP was more than just a distant goal—it was an uphill battle, and he knew it. The doubt crept in despite his best efforts to stay confident.

Y/N’s eyes softened as she watched him. “You bring so much to the table, Felix. They’d be insane not to recognize your talent.”

A small smile tugged at his lips, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. He wasn’t used to showing this much vulnerability, but Y/N had always been the one to see past the walls he built. That’s why he cherished her support—it was real, unwavering. 

“Thanks,” he muttered, the tension easing just a bit as they shifted into their joint practice session. Y/N, though adopted, had always wanted to connect more with her Korean heritage, and learning the language alongside Felix had become one of their shared goals. It was a comfort, knowing that no matter what happened next, they were there for each other, even if they didn’t fully realize the depth of their bond just yet.

Felix took a deep breath, glancing at Y/N. There was something about her presence that calmed him, that made him feel like everything might just work out. At least, for now.

You paused for a moment, glancing over at Felix as he focused on his screen, his brows furrowed slightly as he corrected your pronunciation. It felt so easy, so natural, to be in this moment with him. But something about the ease made your chest tighten, a sudden awareness that this might not last forever.

That underlying fear haunted you both in ways you’d rather ignore. Things were bound to change; time would only push those changes forward. It was naive to think otherwise. Like seasons, you and Felix would grow, shaped by new experiences and separate paths. Still, it was a reality you both pretended didn’t exist.

Late-night gaming sessions became your escape. You fantasized about visiting him during the trainee program, imagining he’d somehow find time to indulge in the college life you both knew he’d never get to live. You clung to the delusion, and so did he, until reality began to shift, pressing its weight on your shoulders.

A week later, the shift became real.

“You got into the University of Melbourne!” your Step mom  screamed from the living room, her voice echoing down the hallway as she rushed to your bedroom doorway.

“That’s great…” you replied, nervous, your voice flat. Your gaze barely lifted from your laptop, where you scrolled through Pinterest, saving inspiration for your next art piece. Watching creative content creators passionately pursue their dreams only made your mind race. Was this the start of something great—or the beginning of a path leading to a bitterly unsatisfying life? Worst-case scenarios flashed through your mind, each more vivid than the last.

“Love, what’s wrong? Your grandpa and I are so excited for you, but you don’t seem that way.”

“It’s not that, Nana. I’m happy. It’s all I’ve been working for. I’m just… thinking about what I have to do to get there.”

“I understand, sweetie, but let’s take a step back and enjoy this moment. This is a huge accomplishment! Sit in it. Celebrate!” She placed a plate of fruit in front of you—her way of showing care, via strawberries. “I’m going to call everyone and tell them how amazing my love is! Going to the best school in the country to become a lawyer—how proud we all are!”

Before you could correct her, tell her you planned to double major in Law and Art Studies, she’d already scurried off. You wanted to shout that you didn’t dream of courtrooms and corporations fighting over copyrights. Your dreams leaned toward helping others, blending the creative skills you’d spent years honing with a career that made a difference.  If you conformed to what your father wanted, you’d likely end up defending multimillion-dollar companies that wouldn’t care if you lived or died. Instead, you want to become a public defender—a career that's emotionally satisfying but doesn’t promise a high quality of life.

Instead, you sighed, counting to five as you stared up at the ceiling, willing your nerves to calm before the anxiety could fully take hold.

Ding.

Lix: Sooooo… Did you hear back?

You: Yeah, I got in.

Lix: This is great! Why are you texting so cold? Lol, you should be proud. What’s on your mind?

You: It’s just so much. The parents are great, but I’m thinking about everything I need to get done before I start, and I’m stressed already -_-

Lix: Hey, hey, hey, trust me, I get it. But we can only worry about what’s right in front of us. One day at a time, right? Right? I know I’m right, lol. Why don’t we just hop online and forget about all of this? You can lose again in Smash XD

You: You say that every time, Mr. Lee, and EVERY time I prove you wrong. Lmao. Ok, give me like 10, and I’ll get on Discord.

You smiled, setting your phone down. Felix had a way of pulling you out of your spirals, always knowing what to say to make you laugh—or at least distract you. For a moment, it worked.

But as you stared at your gaming setup, the heaviness crept back. Melbourne was your dream school—not just for its law program but for its vibrant arts community and the chance to live out both sides of your passion. Still, the thought of leaving behind the comfort of your life, and the people in it, especially Felix, was terrifying.

You couldn’t shake the fear of how it would change things. And yet, for now, you clung to the one thing you knew wouldn’t change: Felix would always be there for you.

Two weeks later 

The moments leading up to the audition were some of the most stressful Felix had ever experienced. This opportunity meant everything—a chance to change his life in an instant. Yet, doubts crept in like uninvited shadows. He knew how competitive the entertainment industry was. Thousands auditioned every year. Why would they take a risk on someone like him—a foreigner who doesn’t fit in with the natives?

He let out a heavy sigh as he stood outside the audition venue, his heart pounding against his ribs.

“Felix, listen to me,” Rachel, Felix's older sister, said, her voice steady, offering a small squeeze to his shoulder. “I know you’re nervous, but you’re ready. You’ve been working for this for so long. You’re not just some kid hoping for a shot—you belong here.” She gave him a soft but firm look, as if her words could wrap around him and hold him together. She had always been able to read him, her intuition cutting through his quiet exterior. Even when Felix couldn’t articulate his fears, Rachel could sense them.

Felix ran a hand through his hair, eyes on the building in front of them. “I know. It’s just... There are so many people here, and only a handful get chosen. What if I’m not enough?”

Rachel’s brow furrowed. “Stop overthinking. You’ve got the talent, the drive, and you’ve got yourself—something that no one else can offer. Go in there and show them why you’re our Sunshine.”

Felix tried to nod, but his nerves only seemed to heighten. The choreography he’d practiced relentlessly blurred in his mind. The moves, so ingrained yesterday, felt foreign now, as if his body had forgotten them entirely. He clenched his fists and closed his eyes, exhaling slowly.

This was his dream—his ticket to something greater than the predictable rhythm of Sydney life. He wanted to see the world, to experience everything life had to offer, and to channel that hunger into his newfound passion for dance. But standing here, under the weight of his aspirations, the pressure felt unbearable.

His phone buzzed.

Y/N: Good luck today! Show them the great person I already know you are. Let your light and warmth shine—that’s what will set you apart. I’ll talk to you later when we hop on Steam :D

He stared at the message, reading it twice, then a third time. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He could almost hear your voice, steady and encouraging, breaking through the storm in his mind. Those words quieted the chaos, grounding him just enough to take a step forward.

The audition itself felt like a blur. The music started, and for a moment, he was paralyzed. Then, like clockwork, the moves came back—sharp, deliberate, and confident. His body knew the choreography better than his mind gave it credit for. By the end, his chest heaved with exertion, but his heart swelled when one of the judges complimented his pronunciation during a short Korean self-introduction.

The waiting afterward was agonizing. Felix paced the holding room, his thoughts looping endlessly. What if he hadn’t done enough? What if this was the end of the road? Yet, there was a quiet reassurance that lingered—the memory of your words. You always seemed to pull him out of the mental traps he built for himself, giving him a clarity he struggled to find alone.

“Congratulations, Lee Felix. Please come to the back room to discuss the details of the trainee program.”

The words hit him like a bolt of lightning. He nearly leaped out of his chair, relief and joy coursing through him in equal measure. He couldn’t believe it—he’d done it. He was in.

Later, in the car, his parents’ cheers filled the air. His mom pulled him into a tight hug, her pride evident even as tears shimmered in her eyes.

“Felix, my son, I’m so proud of you,” she said, her voice choked with emotion. “I’m happy for you, but I’m going to miss you so much….”

Felix could feel the weight of her words in the silence between them. He knew what this meant for both of them—his dream was coming true, but it meant stepping away from everything he knew. His family. You.

He didn’t want to leave, not really. But he had no choice. He had to chase this dream.

When he finally got home, Felix felt the weight of the new reality sink in. He picked up his phone and typed a quick message to you.

Felix: You might as well have been my good luck charm. I got in. Details later :)

For now, Felix chose to live in the moment, holding onto the happiness of his success—and the steady presence of you in his life.

With just four months left before everything changed, there was a sense of urgency in the air, but tonight, the world still belonged to you both. The future was looming, but for now, it was all about enjoying the last moments of freedom before things got complicated.

Felix’s voice crackled through the phone, the tiredness evident in his tone. “I don’t know, Y/N. With everything going on for the trainee program... I don’t have time for this kind of thing.”

You leaned back on your bed, staring at the ceiling as you held your phone to your ear. “Felix, come on. You’re not gonna have many chances left to be irresponsible. This could be the last era of your life to just... let be. You deserve it. Plus, I’ve got leftover liquor from last time. You can pregame with me here.” You smirked to yourself, knowing your words might push him just enough.

Felix sighed, the sound almost exasperated. “I don’t know... I have so much stuff to do for the program. I’m so stressed going out would just add to it”

You rolled your eyes. “Ok. lol. Sounds like another day in your life. No offense. What’s one night? You’ve been working your ass off. Don’t you want to enjoy life while you can? I’m not saying we go crazy, but one night won’t ruin your future. You need to relax.”

There was a long pause on the other end, the only sound being Felix’s deep breath. “Okay, fine,” he finally said, with an almost reluctant chuckle. “You’re right. I need to live in the moment, right? Alright, I’ll come. Let me just check on Liv first, and I’ll be at your place around 10:30.”

“I knew you’d come around,” you teased, your voice light and playful.

A few hours later, after too many shots between the two of you, the night had spiraled into a chaotic, unforgettable high school party at Crystal’s parents’ condo. The place was packed with people, most of them barely legal, all drinking cheap beer and dancing offbeat to Kesha. You and Felix stuck together, navigating the crowd, laughing at the awkwardness of it all.

Felix’s voice came through the phone again, a slight smirk in his tone. “Is this really what we’re going to remember about high school?” he asked, glancing at the crowd.

You grinned, holding your cup up to the phone. “Maybe. But I think it’s the people, not the party. You’re not going to remember every stupid thing that happened, but you’ll remember the faces—the ones that were here for the ride.”

Felix sighed, his voice quieter now, as he watched the madness unfold. “I guess... I just keep thinking about how everything’s about to change. It’s hard to imagine how this will look in a couple months.”

You could hear the shift in his voice, the weight of it. You decided to take a different approach, trying to lighten the mood. “Hey, nothing stays the same. And that’s okay. That’s what makes moments like this so important. You’ve got to soak it all in while you can.”

Felix let out a soft chuckle. “You’re right. Yeah, I guess it’s kind of nice to know that we’ll have this to look back on.” His voice turned a little more serious. “Thanks, Y/N. For getting me to come out tonight.”

You smiled softly, even though he couldn’t see it. “Anytime. We’ve got to enjoy what we’ve got while it lasts.”

Felix’s voice softened. “Yeah, we do.”

The party was in full swing, the music blaring, drinks flowing, and chaos everywhere. You could barely hear anything over the chatter and laughter of your friends, but the tension between you and Felix was palpable. It had always been there, but tonight, it felt different.

Mike, drunker than most, slurred his words as he pushed into Felix. “When are you gonna finally make a move on Y/N?” He laughed, oblivious to the shift in the air, pushing Felix in your direction.

Felix rolled his eyes, but it wasn’t the usual playful response. There was something different in his gaze, something more thoughtful than you were used to seeing. The teasing continued, relentless.

“Sure, sure, I bet you won’t ever make a move at this rate,” Mike teased, turning his attention to you now. The conversation quickly shifted, and you couldn’t help but feel the eyes of everyone on you.

“You should just make the first move at this point. What do you have to lose?” Mike’s words hung in the air, and for a moment, everything seemed to freeze.

You hadn’t really thought about kissing Felix, not like this, not seriously. But in your drunken haze, Mike’s challenge hit something inside you. Maybe you should kiss him. After all, what was the harm?

Felix chuckled nervously, shaking his head. “No way, man,” he muttered, but there was an edge to his voice that told you he was conflicted. The idea of it seemed to hang in the air, pulling at something inside both of you. Something you hadn’t let yourself acknowledge.

Without thinking much further, you blurted out, “I’ll kiss him now. It’s really fine.”

Felix choked on his drink. The words left your mouth before you could stop them. Felix’s eyes widened in shock, his mouth slightly parted as if trying to process what you had just said. “Wait, what? You’re kidding, right?” His voice was tight, but there was an unmistakable flicker of something in his eyes, something that hadn’t been there before.

“You just said it,” Mike teased, a sly grin on his face. “Do it. You’re friends. It’s no big deal, right?”

Felix’s mind was spinning, and for the first time, he saw you in a completely new light. The way your dress hung from your body, the way you’d always laughed around him, but now it felt different, like everything was amplified. Felix blinked, his pulse picking up. He didn’t know what it was—whether it was the alcohol, or the way you’d teased him, or how suddenly everything felt so intimate—but he couldn’t deny it.

Felix shifted uncomfortably, suddenly hyper-aware of the space between you. His eyes flicked to yours, searching, but you were already moving closer. The alcohol dulled his usual caution. His mind raced, his heart pounding as your hand reached up to cup the side of his face. Everything in the room felt like it had stopped moving. His eyes landed on your lips for a split second, and in that instant, it was too late to turn back.

The kiss was soft, tentative at first, but it was enough to send a jolt through both of you. Felix’s hands instinctively found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. Something inside him—something he’d buried deep—flooded to the surface. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was everything you hadn’t admitted to each other. The way he felt about you, the way you’d felt about him for a while now, but never dared to say.

Your lips deepened the kiss, and the world outside of you two seemed to vanish. The other people in the room fell away. You were both lost in the moment, but it wasn’t just the alcohol that made your head spin. It was the way Felix kissed you, the intensity of it. The way your heart raced, not just from the thrill, but from the realization that this meant something more.

As you slowly pulled away, your face was flushed, your head spinning. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol, or if it was the fact that Felix had just crossed the line between friends and something else, something you didn’t know how to name.

“See? No big deal,” you laughed awkwardly, trying to cover the pounding in your chest with casualness.

Felix, still caught in the aftermath of the kiss, looked at you for a long moment. His voice was quieter now, almost hesitant. “Yeah... no big deal,” he echoed, but the way his eyes lingered on you told a different story. He wasn’t sure what had just happened, but he knew it had changed everything.

You both tried to go back to normal, but the tension between you was thick. You couldn’t help but notice the way Felix kept his eyes on you the rest of the night, his gaze occasionally flickering to anyone who seemed to show too much interest in you. You were too drunk to notice the subtle possessiveness in the way he glared at the guys who came too close. Felix assumed you only kissed him because it was him, and that was something he wasn’t ready to share with anyone.

As the night wore on, the games continued—Mario Kart, Super Smash Bros.—but the energy was different. Your competitive banter was laced with something unspoken, the kind of charge that buzzed between you both every time your eyes met. You tried to act like nothing had changed, but you could feel it in the air. So could Felix, though he didn’t dare to bring it up.

Eventually, the night ended, and in a blur of too many drinks and too many moments that felt too real, you ended up at your parents' condo. They were away for the weekend, and there was no way Felix would let you walk home alone—even if you weren’t drunk.

As you stumbled toward the door, Felix’s hand lingered on your back, guiding you with a care that was almost too gentle for the way he had acted earlier. The unspoken words still hung between you, thick with everything that had shifted between you two in a matter of seconds.

And somewhere deep down, you both knew that everything would be different now. You just hadn’t figured out if or how to deal with it yet.

Stumbling into your room, you both lazily kicked off your clothes and changed into your pajamas before slipping into the bed. The room was spinning less now, the alcohol haze from the night lifting, bringing some clarity to the situation. Felix lay beside you, feeling the overwhelming weight of the kiss, his mind spinning with thoughts he couldn’t push away. He felt guilty, especially if you had only kissed him because of peer pressure.

He tried to distract himself by doom scrolling through social media, but his head was still racing, and he just couldn’t shake it. The thought of losing your friendship over a stupid dare seemed like too much to bear.

“Hey…umm…” Felix sighed, turning to face you. “You didn’t have to do that.”

You glanced over at him, noting the distress on his face. “Do what?”

His heart was pounding, his voice tight. “Kiss me. You didn’t have to, you know? I just want to make sure… I don’t want to mess things up.”

You smiled softly, your gaze steady and reassuring. “Lix, if I wasn’t cool with it, I wouldn’t have done it. You know how stubborn I am.”

Felix hesitated, his chest still tight, unsure of how to respond. “I know… I just want to make sure, because I…”

You cut him off gently, your voice quiet but firm. “I hear you. But I enjoyed it.” You paused, your mind replaying the moment that felt frozen in time. “My only complaint? It was too short.”

Felix’s demeanor immediately softened. That magical ease you always had with him worked like a balm for his frayed nerves, the racing thoughts in his head calming at your words. He had been terrified that he might have ruined five years of friendship with a single reckless kiss, but now—now things didn’t seem so impossible.

“Well,” Felix said, a small chuckle escaping his lips, “I guess I owe you a second kiss one of these days.”

You smirked, inched closer to him, and whispered, “Why wait? Let’s make it ‘one of these days’ right now. YOLO, right?”

Felix laughed nervously, his heart doing a strange flip in his chest. His mind was still caught between the confusion of his emotions and the weight of the consequences of crossing this line. What was the point of pushing the envelope? Things were already changing in both of your lives; maybe you should just leave your friendship the way it was.

But all that went out the window the moment your lips met his again.

This time, there was no pressure. Just the two of you, lost in the moment. Your lips danced together, slow and intricate, matching each other’s pace. Before either of you knew it, you had shifted on top of him, straddling his waist, his hands finding their place on your hips, his fingers brushing against your bare skin.

Felix had touched you before, but never like this. The sensation sent electric waves up both of your spines, and the world outside of the two of you seemed to disappear. You pulled away slowly, your breath quiet in the stillness.

“That was nice…” Felix whispered, his voice barely audible as he pulled you back down beside him.

You snuggled closer, your voice soft and sleepy. “Yeah. It was. Can we do that again?”

Felix didn’t answer with words. Instead, he kissed you again, and again, and again, each kiss a little deeper, a little more heated than the last. Slowly, you both relaxed into each other’s embrace, falling asleep tangled together, content and peaceful.

Just two friends, sharing a moment, and nothing more….right?

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Update 4/7: Changed some minor details about Y/N to set up her character for later chapters

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skinship | s.c

summary: you thought changbin hated you, but that all changed one day when you showed on his doorstep, moments away from an anxiety attack.

wc: 1.8k

warnings: descriptions of an anxiety attack

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you didn’t think changbin hated you per say, however you did notice his hesitancy towards you, so that definitely didn’t make you think he liked you either.

you noticed he’d keep his distance when you would hang out with the boys and forget about skinship, he avoided you like the plague. you were a very touchy person, similar to felix, you tended to cling to your friends. so you’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt your feelings even a little bit, especially because of how he clings to your other friends.

you brushed it off though, you know not everyone was going to like you but it stung a bit coming from changbin. truth be told you had a lil crush on him when you first met him but you had given up a while ago.

this changes one day however, you found yourself outside of the 3racha+hyune dorm, seconds away from an anxiety attack. you don’t remember how you made it to the building but you knock regardless hoping anyone but changbin would open the door.

luck was not on your side as the rapper opens the door, coming face to face with your panicked expression. “h-hi-“ quickly wiping your tears, attempting to plaster a small smile on your face. “sorry- is chan home?” you were fiddling with the hem of your shirt, attempting to calm yourself long enough to get to your best friend.

“no he’s at the studio- are you okay?” he asks, concern lacing his voice. “yeah! sorry to bother you, i’ll just go to the studio, sorry again!” you say quickly, turning around to make a quick exit.

“hey wait, are you okay?” he steps out, grabbing your wrist, stopping you.

you pause, attempting to collect yourself, “yeah, i just need to find chan.” you go to leave again, his grip tightens slightly. “please let me go.” you whisper, a lump forming in your throat, as you focus on the concrete below your shoes.

“y/n, what’s wrong?” he starts panicking, never had he seen you so distraught. you were usually a ray of sunshine, kind-hearted and smiley, but this- this sent a shock to his core and he knows he can’t let you leave.

he moves in front of you, going to grab your other arm when your head whips up as his hand makes contact with your skin. your eyes are wide and full of panic, unshed tears line them as the panic took over your body.

your reaction has him dropping your wrists immediately. “i’m sorry- i’m sorry, i just want to help.” his voice soft, as if he were speaking to a scared animal.

“can i help you? please, i don’t want you driving like this, it’s not safe.” he explains gently, holding out his hand, trying not to let his panic show. “no- it’s okay, i’m sorry to bother you.” you plaster a fake smile on your face as you stumble backwards, changbin catching you before you could fall. he wraps his arms around your middle before pulling your back to him.

“i’m sorry, i’m just gonna go.” you attempt to free yourself from his arms, feeling the anxiety building in your chest, weighing down on you with each passing second.

“y/n.” his voice stern as he tightens his hold, keeping you in your place. you freeze, locking eyes with the floor, refusing to look at him.

“please,” he begs softly, “let me help you.”

your facade breaks. your knees weaken as sobs wreck your body, changbin tightens his grip, pulling you closer to him. once you regain your footing, he circles around you pulling you into him once more.

you become inconsolable as your arms wrap tightly around him, shoving your face into his neck. “i’m sorry-” he cuts you off with a gentle shush. “don’t apologize. you’re okay.” he rubs soothing strokes on your back as you calm down. 

once your breathing was semi-normal he pulls away, almost missing the pain that flashes in your eyes. almost. “come on, let’s get you inside.” he grabs your hand, carefully pulling you into the home.

he leads you to the couch, “sit.” you didn’t know what came over you but as he pulled away your gripped on his hand, stopping him in his tracks.

your eyes wide, gasping softly, “i’m sorry!” quickly releasing his hand. “oh my god, i’m so sorry, i don’t know why i did that.” you suddenly realize the reality of the situation, it washes over you like a wave of cold water. you get up and make your way to the door. “i-i’m so sorry changbin-” you feel your chest tighten, the grips of your anxiety tighten with each passing second.

all you could focus on was getting out of here as quick as possible. but changbin wasn’t letting that happen.

he panics and all he can think about is calming you down, so he did the one thing he can think of. he grabs your wrist once again, turning you to him placing his lips on yours. you freeze before melting into him, placing your hand on his hip, him placing his free hand to your cheek.

once he felt you relax he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. both of you taking a moment to catch your breath.

“why did you do that?” you whispered, still not moving. “uh, i read somewhere that if you hold your breath, you could stop a panic attack.” he pauses, taking a breath. “so when i kissed you, you held your breath.” you nod, pulling away slightly, still processing the fact that he just kissed you.

“oh, that’s really smart.” he nods with a shy smile. you quickly realize you’re still holding on to him, pulling away quickly, “oh!” you backed away slightly. “sorry-” you clear your throat, “thank you,” you make a circle motion between the two of you, “for that.” you smile shyly.

“uh yeah, anytime.” your cheeks warm as a light pink brushes his. you both stand there for a bit before you speak. “can i ask you something?” you ask suddenly, causing him to look to you.

“yeah anything.” he says, prompting you to continue. you hesitate, “do i make you uncomfortable?” you ask quietly, fiddling with your shirt once more. you glance towards him, catching the confusion on his face.

“no not at all,” he furrows his brows, “why would you think that?” he wants to move towards you but he hesitates. 

“i’ve just noticed, you just always seem,” you pause, trying to find the right words, “i guess, closed off? like you’re really open with everyone else but with me you always seem to avoid me a bit.” you can see him processing the information but the lack of response was making you panic a bit.

“well! i guess not avoid but like kinda closed off? which would make sense because you’ve known everyone a lot longer than me but you just always hug everyone and then kinda just avoid me, which is fine! totally okay! i just-” he cuts you off with a kiss.

while your rambling was super cute, he couldn’t watch the panic again. his hands on your cheeks once more, he waits for you to relax into him before he pulls away.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers out of breath, “you’re just so cute when you ramble.” you let out a breath as you smile. you place your hands on his wrists, keeping his hands on your skin, basking in the closeness of each other.

a few moments of silence pass before he moves to kiss your forehead, bringing you into him. he wraps his arms around you before he speaks, “you don’t make me uncomfortable, and i certainly wasn’t avoiding you on purpose.” he pauses as you wrap your arms around him.

“i’m so sorry i made you feel that way, i just didn’t know how to approach you.” you tighten your arms around him as he speaks. “i now see i had nothing to worry about huh?” you giggle, shaking your head before pulling away.

“i don’t know if you could tell but i like you, i have for a while but i thought i made you uncomfortable so i kept my distance.” you say looking into his eyes, his coming up to rest on your soft cheek once more.

“not at all, i’m sorry i made you feel this way.” he says, eyes sorrowful. you give him a shy smile, “it’s okay, i’m glad i know why now.” you place a quick peck to his lips, as if it was a seal of confirmation.

he gives you one in return but that quickly became many more… all over your face. you squeal as he continues his attacks, “bin! okay okay, mercy mercy!” he giggles stopping his targeted attacks before quickly picking you up, pulling a noise of surprise from you.

you quickly wrap your arms around him, “where are you taking me?” you giggle as he walks through the dorm, taking you along for the ride. “i’m taking my girlfriend to my room to cuddle because she was having a rough day.” he states proudly, planting a big kiss to your kiss as he enters his room.

“your girlfriend huh? not even gonna ask me?” you tease as he lays you on his bed. “i figured the two passionate kisses and the other kiss attack was enough to solidify that.” he shrugs, looking down at you.

you take a moment to ‘think’. “yeah that’s pretty fair.” you nod, giving him a cheeky smile. he gives you a big kiss before deciding to lay on top of you. “oof!” you giggle as he settles his weight on you.

you look down to find his boba eyes staring back at you, big grin plastered on his face. “move up more, what are you doing all the way down there?” you give him a teasing smile, as he realizes what you meant.

“yah! you’re not allowed to tease me any more.” he whines as he moves up, closer to you. “oh no?” you wrap your arms around him and he lays down once more. “says who?” he nuzzles his head into your neck before relaxing. “says me.” you can’t see his face but you know he’s pouting regardless.

“okay, i’m sorry bub.” you giggle placing a kiss to his hair. what you don’t see is the light blush that dusts his soft cheeks at the pet name. another moment of silence passes, “i’m glad you answered the door.” you say softly. 

he lifts his head to look at you, small smile on his face. “me too.” he places one more kiss to your lips before melting back into you where you both fell asleep, smile gracing both of your lips.

this doesn’t last long before hyunjin and han both wake you up with their surprised screams when they find you two.

[linopls]

kinktober day thirteen

size kink changbin x fem!reader warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, unprotected shower sex, semi-public sex 0.3k words

“god, you’re so fucking tight,” changbin moans into your ear.

when you agreed to have your friend changbin as your personal trainer, you didn’t expect each of your sessions would end with your body pressed to the cold, tile walls of the gym showers. 

all you can do is moan out in response. you’ve never felt so full and satisfied in your life. 

changbin has your face pressed against the shower wall with one of his muscular arms wrapped around your center and the other holding your leg up by the knee. 

“y-you’re so strong and big, binnie,” you whimper. you reach one of your arms back to grab onto his defined biceps. 

“fuck,” changbin grunts, his voice sending goosebumps down your spine. he moves his hand from around your center down to your sensitive clit and rubs circles on the bud. 

you cry out at the overwhelming pleasure. “your cock is so big, binnie. feels so good!” you whine.

“your pussy is so tight, baby doll.” changbin’s hip thrust into yours even harder if it was possible. 

you arch your back, trying to push yourself further into changbin’s body. you lay your head on his broad shoulder and can see the handsome boy out of the corner of your eye. seeing his fucked out expression, you feel yourself coming closer and closer to your release and changbin must feel it too.

“gonna cum around my big cock, hm?” he asks, licking and sucking bruises onto your neck.

you nod and changbin quickens his pace on your clit. before you know it, you’re begging changbin to let you cum and you’re seeing white and creaming all over his thick member. changbin is soon to follow, filling your pussy with his own sweet release.

changbin pulls back and crouches down to be face-to-face with your ass. he spreads your legs with his large hands.

“wow,” he moans, watching his cum drip down your legs. “i could watch my cum drip from your stretched pussy all day.”

CHANGBIN MUSCLES &lt;3

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[bbokicidal]

One's Easy, Two's.. A Task. | SKZ [S.C]

Since changbin can't multitask, how about making a story based on this traits? Perhaps like how will he do during the session since he has a "limited capability" to do things simultaneously hahahah A/N: Suggestive content, MDNI

Changbin's embarrassed as all Hell - and the way his ears tint pink at your soft giggling seems to show it off.

He'd been peppering your thighs with kisses; Wet, warm, biting here and there to leave imprints of his teeth. He sucked on the skin and let his tongue drag over it after to feel the way it swelled and bruised under his mouth. He was being a little more rough tonight, growing grabby and getting to it quicker than usual - Maybe feeling a bit rowdy or possessive.

But the hot, sexy nature of his possessiveness over you in bed was broken down by his inability to multitask with you under him. Or at all, really.

One hand had traveled up your body to grab at your breast, kneading the warmth in his palm and fingers carefully until he began kissing at your skin. His hand stilled as he sucked and bit at your thighs, only to start kneading again for a few seconds and then fall short once more. You didn't even notice at first - until he'd slipped two fingers into your dripping slit.

He'd pumped them a few times in effort to stretch you out, prep you for his cock that was straining against his grey sweats - but again, he'd fallen short. That you noticed.

He could do what was right in front of his face with no problem; That being kissing and marking up your thighs. But his hands were useless to him when his mouth was wandering; so there he laid between your legs, two fingers inside of you and the other resting on your chest.

Your giggles pull him out of his trance and he looks up, curls messy against his forehead and pupils blown wide with lust. "What?" His voice is rough and low, dark eyes blinking at your smiley expression.

"You're so cute when you're focused," You murmur in reply and he seems to pick up on it immediately. The other members had teased him about it before; How he didn't hear them talking to him when he was working on music, how he couldn't be on his phone or watch a show when he was eating. It seemed his inability to focus on two things at once also applied to him in the bedroom...

But you figure it out. With him beneath you and you on top rolling your hips down so he had to tongue-fuck you from below, it kept his mouth busy without him even having to think about it. That way he could focus on something else, like winding his arms around your thighs and pushing his thumb into your clit, or reaching up to grab at your chest with both hands. The only problem now was his inability to breathe at times when you wouldn't let up on riding his face. Not that he was complaining - or ever noticed.

[solarswonderland]

boyfriend texts w/skz!

genre: fluff, crack

pairing: bf!skz x gn!reader

warnings: cursing, dad jokes, roblox, mentions of being drunk, mentions of food (hyunjin and felix) + lmk if there are anymore!

summary: everday texts with your bf ♡

masterlist

✩ bang chan

✩ lee know

✩ changbin

✩ hyunjin

✩ han

✩ felix

✩ seungmin

✩ i.n

taglist: @kflixnet @k-labels

[stayteezdreams]

How they surprise you for Valentines Day: SKZ Hyung Line

Plot: How they surprise you for Valentines Day

Pairings: Bang Chan x Reader (est. relationship); Lee Know x Reader (friends to lovers); Changbin x Reader (friends to lovers); Hyunjin x Reader (est relationship) *all Gn!Reader Inserts

A/n: These aren't going to be super in depth. I originally planned on writing multiple fics for Valentines Day but my motivation has failed me. But I wanted to get something out, so this is what I was able to do lol

Warnings: Gifts include jewelry, but I kept it vague so it could be anything really.

Words: 1.3k

((Maknae Line))

Ateez Version; Hyung Line; Maknae Line

Chris: Proposal

Chris would definitely be a 'day full of surprises' person

Starting with the classic, breakfast in bed.

He would make heart shaped pancakes (or waffles if you prefer), he would cut up strawberries into shapes of hearts as well.

All your favorite breakfast sides would be included as well as some of your favorite flowers.

Once you were up and out of bed, you would exchange gifts.

You got him a new watch, a cute stuffed animal, and some tickets to an event he really wanted to attend.

He got you a cute plush as well, a set of matching couple sweatshirts, and a piece of jewelry designed by him that he knew you would love.

Even though you offered to help with Valentines plans, he insisted he plan everything.

Though you were nervous, you let it slide, forgoing the anxiety surprises gave you.

Chris didn't plan anything over the top, and it ended up being a very cute Valentines Date.

You had lunch at one of your favorite spots, and then you went to a variety of stops both of you enjoyed and knew well.

The arcade you went to you on your first date, walked through the mall you first met at (introduced by mutual friends), you took photos at the photobooth he first asked you out in (to capture your reaction in physical form)

It was a walk down memory lane, going through the different phases of your relationship.

As the day progressed you began to grow suspicious he had something big planned.

And you were right.

When the evening came, you had dinner on the rooftop at the same place you celebrated your first anniversary.

After you ate, he presented another bouquet of flowers to you, before giving you a heartfelt speech, and getting down on one knee.

Even though you knew he had something planned, you didn't let yourself think too much about a proposal. But that was exactly what it was.

He wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with you. And you of course, wanted the same.

Lee Know: Camping/Get Away

You and Minho were not dating, but instead, close friends (who were secretly very in love with each other)

Both of you were not too excited about being around all of your lovey-dovey couple friends, so when Minho invited you to join him on his camping trip, you said yes.

It was a bit late that you realized you would be stuck together with the guy you had had a crush on for years. So you were struck with nerves a bit too late to back out from.

Unbeknownst to you, this was his plan.

You were staying together in one large glamping area, large tent, proper beds, tv, etc.

The first day, you walked and explored, made food for each other, and star gazed.

All the while, you noticed Minho was acting a bit softer to you, and finding excuses to be closer to you.

The second day (Valentines Day), you figured out why.

You woke up that morning to find Minho gone. He had gone out early and cooked you breakfast to surprise you with.

And he even presented you with a bundle of hand-picked flowers, the same ones you had pointed out and admired the day before on your walk together.

You were bewildered and very touched by this and asked him why he bothered doing it.

Though he tried to give his normal Minho straight-faced demeanor, you could tell he was a but sheepish when he said, that 'since you were here together, that you should be his Valentine.'

Not wanting to assume anything with his words, you thanked him somewhat jokingly, until he added on:

"Since you're my Valentine, we should be dating too, right?"

You were so stunned that he laughed at your expression before he confessed his feelings to you.

Minho is not great with heartfelt speeches, so he was quite straightforward, but this was better you thought, since it was more believable.

So even though you left on a camping trip single and annoyed by Valentines Day, you came back with a boyfriend and a very cute Anniversary date for the future.

Changbin: Cute Date In

You and Changbin were best-friends and had spent Valentines Day together for the last few years.

Buying all the cheesy stereotypical candy and foods, and watching a lot of stupid movies together.

This year, it was the same plan, at least for you. But to Changbin, it was going to hopefully be the first Valentines Day you spent as a couple and not just best-friends.

When he showed up to your house with flowers, it was a bit of a surprise, it was the first time he had brought you some.

The two of you would often exchange cute stuffed animals or weird cards instead.

But the flowers were beautiful and romantic, which was exactly what he wanted you to think of them.

He did bring you a card as per-usual, and inside, you expected to find the normal array of cheesy puns.

But this time, instead, it was a love letter, to you.

When you were done reading it, you looked up at Changbin with teary eyes, having never expecting the guy you had feelings for to return them.

He wiped your tears and admitted that he was afraid to say everything he wrote to you in case he messed it up.

After you confessed your own feelings, you spent the rest of the night having an actual Valentines Date with your now boyfriend.

The evening was spent nearly the same as the previous years, but with many more cuddles, shy glances, and yes, some kissing.

Hyunjin

You and Hyunjin each planned half of your Valentines Day together, wanting to try and pick something you each thought the other would like.

You booked an event at an Art Museum, where you went with your date, had a variety of drinks and foods, while painting each other.

It was casual, and fun, and you even made a few new friends.

Hyunjin's painting of you was beautiful and made your heart flutter. He titled it "My Muse"

Whether you were a good painter or not, no matter how your painting of Hyunjin came out, he would cherish it forever.

If it was a bad painting, he would love it because it made him laugh and cherish it because of how hard you tried.

If it was a good painting; he would hang it in his office, framed and all, and love that you painted him so well.

In between your chosen events, you went on a walk through a park hand-in-hand, talking, joking and just enjoying each other's company (and having some ice cream or other sweet treats).

For the second half of the date, Hyunjin had set up (with the secret help of Felix and Chris) a picnic on top of a building with the perfect view of the sunset.

The area was set up with twinkling lights, cute balloons, flowers, and a blanket with a bunch of cushions.

The food was a mix of both of your favorites, as well as some new dishes to try out.

Even though you had agreed no gifts, he did it anyways and gifted you a piece of jewelry before showing you his matching one.

(You also got him a gift anyways, it was a set of nice paint brushes he had been wanting, that you surprised him with later)

After you had your fill of food and watched the sunset together, you danced together to music, and star gazed while cuddling, talking about how happy you were.

You ended up falling asleep in his arms, and he let you rest for a while while admiring you, silently reminding himself just how happy and lucky he was that you ended up being such an important piece in his life.

He also decided that next year, he would propose on Valentines Day (if he was able to wait that long)

xx

Sorry they were a bit basic, I still hope you enjoyed them!

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May fic recs

So... I'm late again AND I wasn't able to read much this month so this is literally everything I read. I will do better in June 🫡 Anyways, make sure to support the writers too if you are interested in their work

Changbin:

Desire, My Darling by @changbinniescurlyhair (smut) -> completely delicious

Hyunjin:

Room 0406 by @lov3lycosmos (smut) -> waiting for part 2 👀

Third time's a charm by @jehhskz (fluff) -> made for me 💜 best gift ever

Dolly by @jeonginsleftcheek (smut) -> where do I get one of this? Still going to read the whole series

Sweet tooth @jeonginsleftcheek (smut) -> very cozy and heart warming

Han:

Delete my life (but not the playlist) @itsbbokari (fluff) -> I love confessions through music