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dakusan · 3 days ago

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How skz texts you when they're in love.

stray kids ot8 x reader | comfort, soft angst

🌙 synopsis: how skz would text if they were your boyfriend and down bad. i’m talking unhinged voice notes, emoji abuse, and random deep confessions between memes.

💌 a/n: After seeing how much love the mini shots I did yesterday got, I was like... why not make more! Plus I was brainrotting about how skz would text if they were like… hopelessly in love with you. Might make this into a series, like how they text when they're jealous, etc etc. ps. reblogs = love pss. if u want jealous/skz texting you at 3am or other versions… say less. or, if u want another mini fanfic like I did for Hyunjin's bday, idk, whatever you want, send me your prompts might as well advertise my songs too lololol leave me alone T.T

📍credits: @cafekitsune for the divider

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Bang Chan // 방찬

type: text-after-text typa guy

response time: fast unless he’s in the studio, then apologizes like you ghosted HIM

voice notes? yup, especially for soft rambles or late-night confessions

emojis: overuses the 😂, ❤️, sometimes the 💀

chaotic habits: sends memes at 2AM, randomly asks deep life questions mid-convo, follows up a heartfelt message with “ignore me lol”

texting vibe:

"yo" "wait" "i saw a puppy n thought of u wtf" 2 min voice note about how your laugh is stuck in his head "don't replay that i'll actually combust"

Lee Know // 리노

type: dry until he’s obsessed—then he gets lowkey clingy

response time: elite. replies instantly unless he’s annoyed (playfully)

voice notes? rarely. only when teasing or if he has something to prove

emojis: the cat ones. 👍🏻. dramatic use of dots (…)

chaotic habits: sends photos of his cats and says “this is us.”

texting vibe:

"do u even like me" "jk unless" "come over. soonie wants to see you" "also me. i want to see you. but soonie first"

Changbin // 창빈

type: tries to act chill but texts like a man who's in deep

response time: fast. suspiciously fast. like he had the convo open already

voice notes? yes. raspy and low when he's tired = danger

emojis: lots of 🐷 (ironically??), 😭, 💪, and the occasional 🖤

chaotic habits: pretends he's not clingy but sends 10 messages when you don't reply in 4 minutes.

texting vibe:

"are you eating?" "no i'm not checking up on you shut up" "but also don't skip meals or i'll show up" sends gym selfie with the caption: 'working out so i can carry your future' "delete that last msg. i was joking. (i wasn't)"

Hyunjin // 현진

type: romantic poet in a silly man’s body

response time: varies—he’s either blowing up your phone or forgot what a phone is

voice notes? yes, and they’re beautiful, emotional, and sometimes dramatic as hell

emojis: 🌟, ✨, 💘❤️, random aesthetic ones

chaotic habits: sends blurry selfies with “do i look like ur soulmate or”

texting vibe:

"i dreamt of you again" "you were dancing in the clouds" "and then u tripped over a squirrel lol" "still romantic tho" sends 37 Pinterest boards dedicated to your aura

Han // 한

type: overshares. overshares again. disappears. comes back with a meme

response time: fast but forgets mid-convo then apologizes with a TikTok

voice notes? only unhinged ones

emojis: chaos. 🍥 . 🤡, 😭, 🙈

chaotic habits: texts “i love you” at the most random times, like when he’s eating cereal

texting vibe:

"babe" "i just saw a frog and it reminded me of ur ex" "anyway what u doing" "miss u so bad it's medically concerning" sends 12 memes in a row "btw did u know u're my entire world okay bye"

Felix // 필릭스

type: sunshine in text form, but gets lowkey flirty when he’s really into you

response time: pretty fast, unless he’s baking something (which he tells you about in detail)

voice notes? yes, and his voice is so soft you’ll play them 20x

emojis: ✨, 🌞, 🤍, sometimes random food emojis

chaotic habits: sends selfies with “do i look cute enough for u today?”

texting vibe:

"hey angel" "just made brownies and i wish i could feed u one rn" "missing you more than coffee and you know that's serious" sends a selfie with hearts drawn on his cheeks "rate my cuteness out of 10 (be honest but also lie)"

Seungmin // 승민

type: sarcastic menace until he realizes he’s obsessed

response time: elite. scary good.

voice notes? sometimes, especially to roast you

emojis: very minimal. he’s a punctuation man.

chaotic habits: says “you’re so annoying” when he actually means “i miss you”

texting vibe:

"you're insufferable" "also i got u something, check ur door in like 2 mins" "don't cry. i'll block u" "jk. kinda" "be safe. i love you. don't make me say that again"

I.N // 아이엔

type: cute chaos. teases you constantly but gets shy when you flirt back

response time: quick, unless he’s gaming

voice notes? yes, but he re-records them 5 times before sending

emojis: 🥺, 😭, ✨, chaos combo

chaotic habits: sends TikToks that are somehow always lowkey him confessing

texting vibe:

"hey loser" "jk i like u a lot please don't block me" "wanna vc? i need to hear ur voice to survive" "do u think we'd survive in a zombie apocalypse or would u trip and make me die" "nvm i'd save u"

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ateracha · 9 hours ago

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Could you do Felix coming home crying just stressed over everything and all he wants to do is bury his head between your thighs until everything goes away. He sees you curled up on the couch watching his fancam with bbokari. He asks you softly if he can have your taste to cheer him up. He ends up making you finish like 8-9 times while crying nd nonstop with his tongue but you not wanting to stop him because of how upset he seems to be. Could you put a lot of praising and reassurance in it and eye contact? "Eyes on me baby", "Being so good for me, yeah?", "Does that feel good sunshine? Use your words sweetheart."

you sat up at the sound of keys jangling in the hallway. you grabbed the bbokari plushie that was lying next to you on the couch and hugged him tight in anticipation of your boyfriend walking into the living room. “lixie?” you called out as felix walked into your vision with heavy footsteps and a sniffle. felix was someone who wore his heart on his sleeves and you had seen him upset many times before. this didn’t stop you from worrying about your sweetheart of a boyfriend however - you wrapped him in your blanket as he dropped to his knees in front of you. “what’s wrong baby?” “…just overwhelmed and stressed” he answered as he leaned into your touch, resting his head on your thighs. you ran your fingers through his black hair, “is there anything I can do to make it better my love?”. his tearful eyes met yours, making your heart skip a beat at the intimacy. “..can I taste you baby?”. felix’s fingers danced at the hem of your plaid shorts. he kissed your inner thigh sensually, his lips barely touching your skin but just enough to create goosebumps on your skin. how could you say no to him? you nodded and lifted your hips up as a signal for him to pull down your shorts and panties. you had countless amounts of sex with felix, but it felt special every time. as soon as your pussy came in contact with the cold air of the room, you felt yourself dampen and your breath quicken. felix loved to make love to your pussy - he took his time kissing every inch of your inner thighs to your folds, then to your clit. you practically nearly slid off of the couch as you keened at the plush sensation of his lips on your sensitive bud. at the jolt of your body, his tear fell onto your clit, trickling down into your folds. his tongue followed immediately after, disappearing into your pussy. moans and whimpers escaped your lips involuntarily as he repeated this process of kissing and sucking on your clit to making out with your pussy. “Does that feel good sunshine? Use your words sweetheart.” his voice vibrated to your core. “..ye-yes fuck lixie!” at this point, felix didn’t even care if he had a stressful day, all that mattered to him was tasting all of you on his tongue. “that’s my good girl…being so good for me baby.” he lapped his tongue around your clit then, and you grabbed a fistful of his hair, your eyes rolling back. felix’s low groan alone was almost enough for you to tip over the edge. “Keep your eyes on me baby. Cum with your eyes on me.” one last hard suck on your clit sent you seeing stars, your back lifting off of the couch.

as his cock throbbed in his pants, felix now needed a lot more than just tasting you.

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lov3rachan · 3 days ago

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SKZAnniversary

Summary: When everything seemed to catch up with them, a moment of peace arrives too.

Pairing: OT8 (Individual) x reader (not very heavy on a relationship)

Genre: fluff, comfort, gender neutral (you/your)

Warning: insecurity, beauty standard, society

Word count: 1408 words

Comment: Happy 7th Anniversary once more Stray Kids! This started off as soft moments (Chan) and turned into insecurity comfort rip. As always I’m late lol

Requested by: no one

Written: 24.03.2025-26.03.2025

Taglist: @skzdreamer13, @blueohs

Network: @supernovanetwork

Chandsome

« You can rest ».

The moonlight softly caressed his relaxed features, as his light snores fill the otherwise silent room.

It’s like a rhythm, matching his breathing.

Chan’s lips are slightly open, soft lips still.

Beautiful and at peace, calm.

His body melts in your arms, as he is cradled in sleep’s embrace.

The day’s fatigue and pains, after hours of practice and performances, is slowly washed away, like footprints on the sand.

Chan is finally relieved of toil and weight of his hard work, even if just for a few hours.

He’s no longer leader Bang Chan, Channie-hyung or producer CB97.

In the silence of the room, his worries and responsibilities slip from his mind and he is just Chan.

Minpossible

« I’m here »

Being an idol wasn’t easy, especially not when you liked your privacy.

Lee Know… he was like a cat, unpredictable and mysterious, which wasn’t always appreciated in the industry or by his so-called fans.

He’d come up with weird random post ideas or fun messages and he enjoyed messing with STAY… a lot.

However, not everybody liked his teasing manner and they weren’t afraid to say it, at least online.

Sometimes, he’d just grumble and complain, to no one in particular, really.

All his bottled up feelings finally released in a stream of anger and frustration.

From way too exposing outfits, to the fans’ wild theories: every single thing that irked him, no matter how insignificant, was laid out.

Minho didn’t need someone to give him a solution, or explain how the industry worked.

He just wanted to vent, let it all out.

No words were needed, as you held him in your arms.

As the anger dissipated, his face slightly red from his rambling, he listens to your heart beat to calm down.

Then, with a lighter heart, he is ready to face the world once more.

Charmbin

« You’re beautiful »

Changbin was oh-so beautiful.

As you stared at him lovingly, your gaze fixated on him and only him… he felt like a jewel amongst rocks.

He was surrounded by men who fit the beauty standards, who were praised for their good looks and, in an industry like the entertainment one, let alone that of K-Pop, it was easy for him to forget his own beauty.

Sometimes he’d forget about the muscles he built up with dedication, day after day.

He’d ignore his gorgeous face and curly hair.

More importantly, he’d easily forget how talented he was.

He was one of the greatest producers of K-Pop’s fourth generation, a rapper with powerful vocals and perfect enunciation that could also sing just as well, with a touching voice.

He was one of the funny guys of his group but he was so much more: he was reliable, trusted, respected.

Amongst so many stars he’d forget all about his own light.

However, in your eyes he could see its reflection, shining in your eyes as you loved him without a word, as you wanted him for all he was.

And he felt the most beautiful man of all.

Hyunique

« You’re talented »

Hyunjin really didn’t mean to come off as ungrateful but even he grew tired of compliments.

More precisely, of compliments about his looks.

Gorgeous, sexy, handsome… what about who he was inside?

What about all he had achieved?

His powerful dance moves weren’t just because of his beautiful appearance.

He had poured blood, tears and sweat into it, his whole life had been polishing his skills just to get complimented for his looks.

How many people would have really looked at his art if he didn’t look that way?

Who would have ever spared him a glance if he wasn’t handsome?

People would have probably called him an unreliable good for nothing or an idealistic dreamer, if he hadn’t had his looks, wouldn’t they?

He didn’t know but, the more he thought about it the more his blood boiled, as frustration and helplessness gnawed at him.

Then one hug, as he cried his heart out.

One session together through posts and videos complimenting his art, his dancing and his vocals…

It didn’t take away his insecurity, not completely.

But it helped him ignore the ‘what if’s and focus on the present and on his future, that shined as bright as a diamond.

Hanbelievable

« You’re strong »

Small and cute quokka.

Frail, weak, defenceless.

That’s how he felt whenever he saw fans treat him as if he were made of glass.

Not just them, his band mates and staff as well acted as if he was a ball of anxiety ready to crack and crumble at the smallest sign of pressure.

He was an idol, he had been working his ass off and managing his own mental health for ages.

Sure, he appreciated the concern but sometimes it felt suffocating, as he felt babysat by the others.

He wasn’t his anxiety nor his panic attacks.

However, just because he could be lively, fun and happy, it didn’t mean that he was faking it all.

The perception of others, at times, felt more pressuring than his anxiety himself, as they fuelled it.

Han wanted to be supported but he didn’t want anyone on his case 24/7.

It was just a few words as you were cuddling in bed, a whisper that slipped out as you admired his tired form, as Jisung was starting to doze off.

“You’re so strong”.

Just one sentence woke him up, as he smiled, comforted by your unassuming words.

Yeah, he really was.

Lixtroardinary

« You can cry »

The sky isn’t always sunny, sometimes it rains.

Just like that, even Felix couldn’t help but get mad or sad.

He was already known for crying on stage but, with the exception of the survival show, they were always tears of happiness.

The dancer was Stray Kids’ happiness, the one to bring a smile on STAY’s face.

However, sometimes the fatigue and pain was too much;

Sometimes the hate got to him;

Sometimes his day went wrong.

Hidden in a safe embrace, he’d allow himself to cry, let out all the sadness he felt.

There was nothing beautiful about it, it was an ugly cry, raw.

Felix was going to have a headache the hours after but at least his heart felt lighter and the world seemed brighter.

Sure, his problems hadn’t been whisked away but his mind was clearer than ever: everything was going to be okay.

He was going to be okay.

Perhaps he wasn’t always going to be Happy Felix, but he was going to relish all the happiness he could get.

Seungsational

« You’re special »

‘Eight members, eight all rounders’.

Seungmin didn’t feel like he belonged.

He was the vocalist of the group yet he didn’t have the same unique voice as Felix.

He wasn’t an all-rounder genius like Han nor was he a rapper and producer like Changbin or Chan.

He wasn’t a talented dancer like Lee Know nor didn’t have striking, unique looks like Hyunjin.

And he definitely wasn’t as adorable and fashionable as I.N.

He was… ordinary.

Then, whenever you asked, he picked up his guitar and started to play a bit, singing along the melody.

As he saw your heart melt with every note, and your loving gaze on him, he understood.

It didn’t matter how special others thought he was, nor did he need to compare himself to others.

As long as those who mattered believed in him, Seungmin himself included, he was going to keep doing what he loved.

I.ncredible

« You’re enough »

I.N had grown used to being treated like a baby by others but he couldn’t deny his annoyance, at times.

He was a grown man, capable of his own choices and perfectly fine on his own yet his own fans seemed to treat him as a kid.

Sure, being pampered wasn’t that bad but, when his every move is watched and his independence is undermined… he hated it.

However, what could he do about it?

It’s not like he could change his date of birth.

Age is just a number but it always seemed like his role as a maknae overshadowed his vocals and… it stung. I truly did.

So he appreciated whenever he got asked for a favour.

It was a small thing but it showed the intrinsic trust you had in him, that he could handle it.

That even though he was the youngest of his group, he was good enough, he was capable enough.

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furioussheepluminary · 7 hours ago

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Do I feel like having a baby?....no... with Felix? 🤧

Don't cry over spilled milk ◦ l.f

-Accidents happen is an easy thing to say when your daughter didn't just dump a cup of milk on your husband's new black carpet and all of a sudden— you can't breathe

Paring◦ Dad!Lee Felix x Mom!Reader

Words◦ 1633

Genre ◦ Hurt and comfort, ngl this was like really angsty and I didn't mean for it to be 😭, definitely fluffy towards the end though

Warnings �� Kinda points towards the fact that the reader might have been abused, descriptions of the readers father being an asshole, talk about abuse, the term beating black and blue, crying, spilled milk, Felix being sickeningly sweet, overuse of love, descriptions of bad dreams, trauma, bleeding, bad thoughts, and wounds (all these are metaphors).

Taglist◦@thetoastghost222I hope you like it <33

A/N ◦this is just something simple and cute I cooked up real fast I didn't really put too much thought into it honestly I just let my brain go also don't judge me but I literally just looked up "cute Korean girl names that mean sunshine" in the search engine and picked the first thing so... also I'm going to be reuploading all my old stuff into my new blog in one fair swoop soooo I'm rereading this and there's something about my writing I have always noticed is off so if anybody can point it out/ give me advice I would literally appreciate it so much

~cookiecreates 🍪

You took "Don't cry over spilled milk" very seriously because it took every fiber of your being not to sob when Ha-Yun's glass of milk dropped on Felix's new carpet, throwing a vibrant white stain on the expensive black furnishing. You really don't know how many different adjectives your brain could come up with to describe the horror you felt pounding in your heart.

It was as though this moment was a portal into the deepest caverns of your mind—a key that unlocked a swarm of memories flickering in the back of your brain like fireflies. You squeeze your eyes shut, pushing back the flood of bad feelings that seem to wash over you quicker than you can wipe them away—You're transported back to those days when your head was high and your hands were small, spilling milk on your dad's new carpet. You were so little, so naive, you didn't know that the world wasn't all butterflies and unicorns; that milk stained and dads got mad. You vowed to be the parent who held their baby's hand as they picked it up, smiling when they threw the dirty towel in the trash.

Accidents happen.

But you don't know if that's what Felix vowed to do, and with the carpet being 600 dollars, you wouldn't be surprised if he beat the poor girl black and blue.

Just like your dad did.

Your fingers tremble as you grip the cup in your hands, the world seems to swirl around you, swimming in all your bad dreams. It only took a teaspoon to die and a bad thought to drown. How easy it is to be pulled under the waves when you're vulnerable. You thought you kept the sea at bay, but even the most experienced divers can get pulled into a riptide.

The cup clatters in the sink, startling you out of your thoughts. Ha-Yun babbles in the corner, throwing cheerios to the ground. This was all your fault; you shouldn't have put her high chair in the living room.

All your fault.

All your-

The lock clicks.

Your heart drops, plummeting into the grave in which you buried all your pain. You scramble to find something to cover the stain. In all your panic, you forget that shit doesn't magically go away, sticking to your skin like syrup dripping down your spine. Everything was spinning in your vision as your lungs contracted, you wondered if you could really drown in theoretical oceans, especially the ones that occupied your mind.

It all seemed so silly as Felix's frame came into view, like he was made entirely from watercolor pouring down the page. You threw the towel over the mess, attempting to conceal your sobs.

Maybe he'll walk away.

Maybe he's too tired to notice.

Maybe you can spare his wrath.

“Love,” Felix's deep voice floats into your ears like cotton candy disintegrating under the waves of words you drown in. Scars were never promises on the skin; the human body is a delicate chemistry, and with the right motivation, it can crumble.

You snap. Break apart. Succumb to the river of sentences that stuck to your skin, like honey and glass. Time heals all wounds, but what about the ones that never scar, never scab? What about the ones whose vile words poisoned the flesh, eating away at your soul? Time doesn't heal all wounds because sometimes wounds are just too deep. Strong arms wrap around your huddled frame, your face drawn to your knees.

“I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." you sob mindlessly, it was as though your younger self control—caught in a weird form of fight or flight—dissociating from reality.

“Sorry? Sorry for what, love?” He whispers, dropping to the floor and pulling you onto his lap. He's so gentle, so calm, so completely opposite of any love you have ever felt or any father you have ever seen.

"Milk-" You choke; your words getting caught in your throat. You dig your face into his shoulder. "She spilled the milk on the carpet. I'm so sorry." The tears keep coming as though you're bleeding all the emotions you had kept under wraps for too long; it was like an infection, and Felix's loving arms cleansed your wounds.

"Oh, love," he coos, petting your hair, "didn't anybody ever tell you not to cry over spilled milk." You can't help but chuckle, a weird mix between a sniffle and a sob.

You must look like such a wreck right now—face blotchy and red, snot dripping down your nose, tears pouring down your cheeks—you look like you just crawled out of the pits of hell, and he still looks at you like you're the most beautiful woman he's ever laid his eyes on.

In that moment, you feel so silly, so stupid, kinda wanting to crawl back into the pits of hell from which you came. You should have known he wasn't going to react the way your father had. Felix was nothing like the man; he was kind, he was gentle, he was all sunshine and smiles, he was safe.

"I'm sorry for being such a wreck." You cuddle deeper into his chest, sniffling into his shirt.

"Never be sorry for being human, and especially, never be sorry for showing me." It took everything in you not to break down again, letting his strong arms hold you while you scrubbed all the syrup from your soul, but you have a baby and a mess on the carpet that will be ten times harder to clean if you leave it sitting.

"I'll go get another towel," you sniffle, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

"Don't," he pulls you back down on his lap, “Put your arms around me.” You lock your hands behind his neck, yelping when he picks you up bridal style.

“What- Felix, what are you doing?” You squeal as he walks you to the couch, laying you gently on the cushions.

“I'm showing you how to clean up spilled milk,” He smirks like you didn't just destroy his 600-dollar carpet; his attitude genuinely baffles you.

"How are you not mad?” You whispered, dazed, your mind turning into mush. He tilts your chin up, peering at you with a soft smile and kind eyes. Your breath hitches, little heart eyes popping in your pupils.

"Accidents happen, love, you never grow out of’em." You melt, literally disintegrating into a pile of goo on the couch.

"D-Do you, um, D-Do you need help?" You stutter, blinking harshly to try and gather your thoughts. It was as if his gentle heart short-circuited your tangled wires—knotted from years of wear and lack of care.

"You just sit there and look pretty, and I'll show you why you shouldn't cry over spilled milk." He kisses you softly, smiling on your skin, "Okay, baby," he breathes, passion crackling between your lips, "You just keep-" Ha-Yun screeches, slapping her high chair full of Cheerios. Felix groans, tipping his forehead to touch yours.

"You know, one of these days we've got to get a babysitter. I don't know how long I can stand just being able to admire my beautiful wife from afar," your cheeks burn as you tilt your head down bashfully, "Well maybe we can do that when milk isn't marinating on the floor," he claps, jumping up from his arched position, "yep, your right, jeez baby, you really know how to pull me away from a task."

You cheese, pulling the collar of your shirt over your face. "Go on," you shoo him away, "You were going to teach me something."

He smirks, walking over to the kitchen, pulling the roll of paper towels off the counter and tossing them down next to the mess, unlocking Ha-Yun's highchair to lift her out of it.

"What are you-"

"Shh sit there and look pretty," The way his eyes sparkle and his lips tilt makes him appear almost mischievous. You sink back into the couch, folding your arms in front of your chest, assessing him intently. Ha-Yun beams when she sees Felix, waving her arms around, spitting gobbly gook.

"Oh is that right, well I couldn't have ever guessed," he nods attentively like she just stated the stages of evolution, "Well, as much as I love this conversation, baby, you are going to need to clean up your mess". He chastises her gently, and she frowns, glaring at him, he lifts his brows in retort.

"You know you've got a lot of sass for a 4-year-old," he grumbles "Probably got it from your momma," he sends you a look, lips curled up in a smirk. Your jaw drops in faux offense.

"You know what-" he puts his finger to his lips, cutting you off.

"Were you this bad in school? Cause the teacher," he gestures to himself, "is teaching."

"I'm gonna-"

"Looking pretty," He singsongs, a smile playing on his lips. You bite your cheek, holding back your glare. He snickers, placing her down next to the milk—putting a paper towel in her tiny hands.

"Can you help daddy clean it up please," he squats down to her level, stretching his fingers over hers. She blinks down at the splattered milk. You can almost see the gears turning in her head when he starts carefully moving her hand back and forth over the mess.

"See!" he cheers, his eyes glowing with pride, "Accidents happen, you just gotta learn to clean them up."

Watching the scene unfold before you fills you with an obscene form of bliss, like you have achieved one of life's greatest victories—that maybe all dads weren't raging assholes that yelled when you spilled milk because, like Felix said, accidents happen—you never grow out of'em.

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hyuneflix · 1 day ago

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love-coded.exe

season one: finding sunshine boy a hacker group, comprised of five members, has their world changed when a glitch leads to y/n joining their private chat. gn!reader.

-ˋˏ S1 EP 2.1: name dropping ᝰ.ᐟ

are you still watching? << exit // continue watching >>

A/N: I really REAALLLYYY tried to keep the outfits as gender neutral as I could but it was damn hard okay !! Im sowwy :(( i hope it doesn't ruin anyone's immersion <3

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lovebyhyun · 14 hours ago

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the rush

genre : fluff, han jisung x reader

synopsis : when your best friend is finally ready to give his feelings for you a name.

warnings : jisung is shy, reader is unaware of jisung’s feelings, slightest mention of masturbation if you squint

a/n : can someone send me a request so i can check if they even work pls? lmao

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Jisung has always noticed that odd warmth unveiling uncomfortably in his stomach everytime he caught himself staring at you for a bit longer than intended.

He felt every single one of his heartstrings snapping when you flashed him a smile. Even the quickest and the smallest one made his heart skip beats and pump so fast, he almost felt it in his throat.

His feelings drove him crazy, yet he couldn’t shake the thought of you off his mind. All the late nights he spent thinking about you, picturing your face, doing things he wouldn’t admit to doing. Sometimes he felt a little insane with how often you filled his mind.

But deep inside, Jisung knew that he would be the best boyfriend that you could ever dream of. So sweet and loving, so caring and genuine.

He wasn’t in love. It was just a thought.

So he acted normal whenever he was around you. You two were absolutely nothing more than friends. Casual. Yet there was an undeniable amount of despair coating him whenever you’d mention another boy.

Whether it was you talking about yourself going on a date soon, you crying over how your ex cheated on you or you mentioning a male celebrity crush, it made his heart ache.

Han always tried to explain it as “being tired of being single” or “being jealous about how many people y/n is able to pull”. He tried so intensely to believe it, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help but feel that little spark growing bigger at the very bottom of his heart.

Now his eyes still heavy from sleep and limbs still making a mess with the tangled sheets, he opens his phone right after waking up to check for any important news.

And he saw it.

“im coming over tonight. you better have snacks at yours, love ya<3”

A sweet message from you that made his heart do a tiny backflip. Without realizing it, a small grin started engraving itself onto his face. It was normal for friends to be excited to see each other, right?

A few hours and a few back and forth texts with you later, Jisung prepared a cozy setting for the two of you for tonight. Nothing too crazy, just a few blankets, pillows and lots of snacks.

He remembered every single detail about what makes a movie night the perfect night for you, and he always made the expectations come true. It was the only right thing to do for your best friend of so many years. At least that’s what helped him sleep at night

And you came. Looking like an absolute goddess even in your most comfortable clothes, with no makeup on and a messy hairstyle.

Just with a single glance, he noticed every single detail about your appearance.

How singular strands of your hair framed your face perfectly, your hair tie doing nothing to stop them from getting in your eyes.

How your lashes looked extra long today, even though they had no mascara on. You probably curled them right before leaving.

How your sweater had the slightest stain, barely even noticeable. So of course he saw it. He noticed everything. But he told himself that he was just a very observant person.

He welcomed you in as usual, and you made yourself comfortable on the couch as Jisung put on your favourite show.

Grabbing a pint of ice cream and a spoon, you shot your friend a glance and you simply said

“Thanks for trying. It’s rare to find a friend like you these days.”

Han just looked at you and stopped. What was happening to him? Why was he reacting like this?

“You deserve it.” He tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, still he wasn’t sure if it was working.

Even after he finished talking, he didn’t look away. How could he? You were so effortlessly beautiful. You look back at him with a confused look and the tip of his ears went immediately red as he turned to the TV with the speed of light.

Not thinking much of it, you did the same and went back to your ice cream.

Jisung couldn’t quite focus on the characters moving on the screen and the sounds echoing across the room anymore.

Thoughts where rushing through his mind. What was that feeling untying in his chest each time you’d spare him a glance? Was it something more than a friendship he wanted with you?

Breaking him out of his trance, your giggle suddenly filled the room as a funny moment came on the show. And that was it for him.

It was all the confirmation he needed.

Han Jisung loved you.

#han jisung #han jisung x reader #han fluff #fluff #stray kids #stray kids x reader #hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #changbin #i.n #bang chan #changbin x reader #i.n x reader #lee know #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #angst

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kathaelipwse · 20 hours ago

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"Midnight Monsters (And Mischief)"

Pairing: Stray Kids x GN!Reader (Platonic / OT8 Comfort)

Trope: Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Soft & Silly Moments, Them as your partner

Warnings: Mentions of nightmares, teasing, excessive laughter, lots of cuddles and comfort, NO PROOF READING WAS DONE

W/C: 1809 words Reading Time: 10-ish mins

Requested: yes

Summary: You wake up from a bizarre nightmare, heart pounding. Luckily, your Stray Kids members are there to reassure you—until you tell them what the nightmare was about. Between Chan’s barely-hidden giggles, Jisung’s wheezing, and Jeongin’s relentless teasing, you begin to wonder if telling them was a mistake. At least they’re comforting… in their own chaotic way.

Author’s Note: I love the idea of Stray Kids being both the most comforting and the most unserious group at the same time. This is pure fluff with some playful teasing, because let’s be honest—these boys would 100% laugh first, then comfort you later. Hope you enjoy this chaotic but cozy scenario!

Requests are open !!

Bang Chan

You jolt awake, your heart pounding, breath uneven. The nightmare still lingers in your mind, making it impossible to calm down.

Next to you, Chan stirs, his warmth disappearing for a second before he instinctively reaches for you.

“Mmm… Y/N?” His voice is husky, laced with sleep as he blinks himself awake. “What’s wrong?”

You hesitate, gripping the blanket tighter. “I had a nightmare…”

Chan sits up immediately, his protective instincts kicking in. He cups your face, his thumbs brushing softly against your cheeks. “Hey, hey… You’re okay. I got you.”

You nod, but the unease won’t go away. Chan notices instantly and shifts closer, wrapping his arms securely around you.

“You wanna talk about it?” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You sigh, burying your face in his chest. “It’s… really dumb.”

Chan chuckles softly. “Doesn’t matter. If it scared you, it wasn’t dumb.”

You hesitate before mumbling, “I was being chased… by a giant, angry, human-sized duck.”

Silence.

You feel Chan’s chest shake.

You pull back instantly. “Christopher Bang. Don’t you dare laugh.”

His face is a mix of concern and amusement. He bites his lip so hard he might actually start bleeding. “I’m not! I swear, I—”

You narrow your eyes. “You’re shaking.”

Chan snorts. “I’m trying so hard to be supportive, but—”

“Don’t.”

“I mean… a giant duck, babe?” He loses it, hiding his face in your neck as he laughs. “Why was it angry? What did you do to it?”

“I DID NOTHING! It just wanted to kill me!”

Chan clutches his stomach, wheezing. “I— I’m sorry, I swear— I just—” He tries composing himself but fails miserably. “I love you, but this is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard.”

You shove him. “I hate you.”

“Nooo, don’t be mad, baby—” He gathers you in his arms again, still grinning. “Okay, okay. I’m serious now.”

“You’re not.”

Chan softens, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “I am.” His voice turns gentle, reassuring. “I know it felt real, and I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

You grumble. “It was terrifying…”

He nudges his nose against yours, voice playful. “Well, if a giant duck ever chases you in real life, I’ll fight it for you.”

“…You’d fight a duck for me?”

Chan grins. “Hell yeah. No bird is gonna mess with my baby.”

You finally giggle, the tension easing. “You’re ridiculous.”

“But you love me.”

“Yeah, yeah…” You snuggle closer. “Thanks, Channie.”

He hums, stroking your hair. “Sleep now, okay? No more evil ducks.”

Lee Know

You jolt awake, heart racing. The nightmare’s fog lingers, making it hard to breathe properly.

Next to you, Lee Know shifts. For a second, he doesn’t move, but then…

“You okay?” His voice is low and raspy, but you can tell he’s already fully awake.

You hesitate, not wanting to sound ridiculous. “Just… a nightmare.”

He sighs, rolling over to face you, his warm hand sliding over your waist. “Bad one?”

You nod.

Lee Know doesn’t say anything at first—he just watches you, his sharp eyes softened with concern. Then, he reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You wanna tell me?”

You shift awkwardly. “It’s kind of… weird.”

He waits, expression unreadable. “Try me.”

You take a deep breath. “I was… trapped in a grocery store. But every time I tried to leave, the automatic doors wouldn’t open. And the store intercom kept announcing, ‘You live here now.’”

Silence.

Lee Know stares.

You frown. “Minho?”

His lips twitch.

“Don’t—”

“Pfft—”

“LEE MINHO.”

He bursts out laughing.

You punch his arm. “I HATE YOU.”

“No, no, wait—” He grabs your wrists, grinning. “It’s just— ‘You live here now’?? That’s so cursed.”

“IT WAS SCARY IN THE MOMENT.”

He snickers, eyes gleaming with amusement. “So… were you just stuck in there forever? Did you start a new life in the grocery store?”

You glare. “I don’t know! I woke up before I could find out!”

Lee Know smirks. “Guess we’ll never know if you became Grocery Store Royalty.”

You groan, burying your face in the pillow. “I should’ve woken up Han instead.”

Lee Know smirks harder. “Oh yeah? You think Jisung would’ve been nicer?”

“…Okay, no. He would’ve bullied me more.”

Lee Know chuckles, pulling you closer. “Exactly.” He kisses your temple, his voice gentler now. “Still… I’m sorry you got scared.”

You sigh against his chest. “I just felt so trapped.”

His grip on you tightens. “You’re not trapped now. You’re here, with me.”

You blink, his unexpected sincerity making your heart flip. “Min…”

He hums, resting his chin on your head. “You’re safe, okay? No creepy grocery stores here.”

You snicker. “Unless I wake up and we’re actually in one.”

Lee Know grins. “Then I’ll break the doors down.”

You laugh softly, finally relaxing. “You’re the worst.”

He kisses your forehead. “And yet, here you are, still cuddling me.”

You sigh dramatically. “I guess I like you.”

Lee Know smirks. “You better.”

He pulls the blanket over both of you, his warmth completely melting away any lingering fear.

“Sleep, idiot. No more grocery store nightmares.”

You smile, finally at ease in his arms.

Changbin

You shoot up from your sleep, your breath coming in short gasps. The room is dimly lit by the moon, but the nightmare still lingers in your mind, making the darkness feel too big, too suffocating.

Next to you, Changbin stirs with a soft grunt, his warmth disappearing for just a second before his hand immediately searches for you.

“Y/N?” His voice is thick with sleep, deep and raspy. “What’s wrong?”

You hesitate, feeling a little stupid now that you’re awake. “Uh… nightmare.”

At that, Changbin forces himself to wake up completely. He sits up, rubbing his eyes before turning his full attention to you. “Hey, hey. You okay? What happened?”

You shake your head, trying to shake off the eerie feeling. “It’s so dumb.”

His brows furrow. “It’s not dumb c'mon.”

You bite your lip, still reluctant.

Changbin sees right through you and, without another word, he reaches out and pulls you into his embrace

Your protest dies as soon as his arms wrap around you, his chin resting on top of your head.

“Tell me,” he murmurs. “I’ll make fun of it later, but first, I’ll be serious.”

You groan. “That doesn’t help.”

Changbin chuckles, rubbing your back in slow, comforting circles. “Come on, what was it?”

You mumble against his chest, “I was stuck in an endless loop where I had to take a math test, but every time I thought I was done, I turned the paper over, and there was more.”

Changbin pauses.

He leans back slightly. “Wait… That’s it?”

“Yes!” You huff. “It was terrifying! It never ended!”

Changbin’s entire body starts shaking.

“Changbin.”

“I-I’m sorry—” He presses his lips together, trying so hard not to burst out laughing. “It’s just…” He snickers, unable to help himself. “A math test? That’s your nightmare?”

You glare. “Listen, I was trapped in it. I thought I was free, but the questions just kept appearing.”

Changbin snickers harder. “Like, infinite math problems?”

“Yes! And I knew none of them! I had no calculator! No notes! Just suffering!”

At that, Changbin loses it. He throws his head back, wheezing.

You punch his shoulder. “I hate you.”

“Nooo, no, don’t be mad, baby,” he coos, still laughing. “I swear, I care about your suffering.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do!” He cups your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “It’s just that, out of all the things to be scared of…”

You pout. “It felt real…”

Changbin sees your genuine distress and finally calms down. His playful smirk softens into something warm and affectionate.

He presses a kiss to your forehead. “I get it. Nightmares suck, even if they don’t make sense.”

You sigh, melting into his touch.

He rests his chin on your shoulder, voice dropping to a whisper. “And don’t worry, babe. If you ever get stuck in a real-life math test, I’ll come save you.”

You scoff. “With what? Your math skills?”

“Hey! I’ll have you know I was decent at math.”

“You needed a calculator for basic equations.”

“THAT ISN’T THE POINT.”

You giggle, the nightmare finally fading. Changbin smiles, relieved.

“Okay, sleep now.” He pulls you against him again, wrapping you in warmth. “No more math nightmares, I got you.”

You hum, eyes fluttering shut. Safe, warm, and finally at peace.

Hyunjin

Your eyes snap open, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You sit up abruptly, the nightmare still haunting the edges of your mind.

Next to you, Hyunjin stirs, mumbling something incoherent before his long arms instinctively reach for you.

“Why are you up…?” His voice is soft and groggy, his face still half-buried in the pillow.

You hesitate, but he feels you trembling and sits up immediately.

“Y/N.” His tone shifts, now laced with concern. His sleepy eyes focus on you fully. “What’s wrong?”

You swallow hard. “I… had a nightmare.”

Hyunjin frowns, immediately shifting closer. “Come here,” he murmurs, pulling you into his arms.

You hesitate at first but quickly give in, resting against his warm chest. His fingers thread through your hair, soothing and gentle.

“You wanna talk about it?” His voice is soft, low and comforting.

You sigh, embarrassed already. “I don’t know… It was weird.”

Hyunjin chuckles, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple. “I love weird. Spill.”

You hesitate before mumbling, “I was trapped… in a reality TV show. But the host was a talking fish in a suit. And if I didn’t complete the challenges, he was gonna… turn me into a fish too.”

Silence.

Hyunjin doesn’t move.

You blink up at him. “Hyunjin?”

His lips press together. His shoulders shake.

You narrow your eyes. “You’re laughing.”

“No, I’m not.”

“HYUNJIN.”

“I’M TRYING TO BE SERIOUS—” He snorts, covering his mouth.

You shove him. “OH MY GOD.”

“I’m sorry, I swear—” He buries his face in your neck, shoulders still shaking. “It’s just… a talking fish in a suit?”

“Yes!” You huff. “He was terrifying!”

Hyunjin leans back, grinning like an idiot. “Baby, what kind of fever dream did you have?”

“I don’t know!”

He smirks. “Wait, what was the fish’s name?”

“…Bob.”

Hyunjin chokes.

“STOP LAUGHING.”

“I CAN’T—” He throws himself back onto the bed, wheezing.

You glare at the ceiling. “This is the worst day of my life.”

Hyunjin cackles, wiping away tears. “I love you, but this is comedy gold.”

You cross your arms. “I knew I shouldn’t have told you.”

Hyunjin grins, pulling you back down with him. “Nooo, come here. I’m done, I promise.”

You narrow your eyes. “You’re lying.”

He nods solemnly. “I would never lie to you.”

“Mm-hmm.”

He hugs you tightly, lips brushing against your ear. “But just so you know… if Bob the Fish Host ever comes for you again, I’ll beat him up.”

You laugh despite yourself. “You’d fight a fish for me?”

Hyunjin grins. “I’d fight the entire ocean for you.”

You finally relax, nuzzling into his warmth. “Thanks, Jinnie.”

“Anytime, baby.” He presses one last sleepy kiss to your forehead. “Now, sleep. No more fish nightmares.”

You hum, finally at peace in his arms.

Felix

Felix wakes up the moment he hears you shifting beside him, his instincts kicking in immediately. He blinks groggily, his deep voice laced with concern.

"Hun? What's wrong?" He rubs his eyes, sitting up slightly as he looks at you in the dim light.

You hesitate, biting your lip. "I had a nightmare…"

Felix’s brows furrow as he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you. His voice is gentle, warm, and grounding.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asks, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

You let out a long sigh, feeling safe in his embrace. “It’s… really dumb.”

Felix chuckles. “Dumb nightmares are still nightmares, love.”

You bury your face against his chest, mumbling, “I dreamt I was late to school and realized I wasn’t wearing pants. But no one noticed, and somehow that made it worse—like, why weren’t they reacting?!”

Felix stills.

Then, his chest rumbles with laughter.

You pull back, narrowing your eyes at him. “DON’T LAUGH!”

“I’m not—pfft—I swear I’m not—” He bites his lip, visibly shaking as he tries to hold in his laughter.

You pout, smacking his arm. “Felix!”

He immediately grabs your hand, kissing your knuckles. “I’m sorry! It’s just… that’s the cutest nightmare I’ve ever heard.”

You groan, flopping back onto the bed. “It wasn’t cute when I was living it! It was stressful!”

Felix leans over you, smiling fondly. “I know, I know.” He brushes your hair out of your face, his voice softer now. “I’m sorry you had a bad dream.”

You sigh. “I felt so embarrassed.”

Felix snuggles closer, resting his forehead against yours. “Well, if that ever happens in real life…” He grins mischievously. “I’d give you my pants.”

You stare at him. “Felix. What.”

“I mean it! I’d take my pants off and give them to you.”

“…You’d just be standing there? In your boxers? In public?”

Felix shrugs. “If it makes you feel better, yeah.”

You burst out laughing. “Oh my god, you’re ridiculous.”

He grins, finally satisfied that he made you laugh. “But it worked, didn’t it? You’re smiling now.”

You sigh, feeling your heart melt. “Yeah… thanks, Lix.”

Felix presses another kiss to your forehead. “Always, my love. Now, sleep. No more pantless nightmares, okay?”

Seungmin

You wake up with a loud gasp, eyes wide with panic. Your heart is racing, and you clutch your blanket like it’s a lifeline.

Seungmin, who had been sleeping peacefully, slowly peeks one eye open like he already knows you’re about to say something stupid.

“…What now?” he groans.

You turn to him, horrified. “Seungmin, I had a nightmare.”

He sighs dramatically. “Of course, you did.”

You swallow hard. “I was… a dinosaur.”

Seungmin blinks. “What.”

“And you—you were a zookeeper.” You clutch his shirt. “You wouldn’t let me leave the dino enclosure.”

Seungmin stares. His lips twitch.

“You kept feeding me leaves,” you continue, trembling. “And telling kids that I was a ‘gentle giant.’”

Seungmin bites his lip, shoulders shaking.

“It was humiliating,” you whisper. “I tried to tell you I was human, but you just nodded and said, ‘Yes, yes, the T-Rex is very talkative today.’”

Seungmin finally bursts into laughter.

“You don’t understand!” You shake him. “I TRIED TO ESCAPE, BUT YOU—YOU KEPT SPRAYING ME WITH A HOSE LIKE I WAS A NAUGHTY PET.”

Seungmin is wheezing, barely able to breathe. “Oh my God—YOU WERE A PETTING ZOO DINOSAUR.”

“IT WAS A NIGHTMARE,” you yell, gripping his shoulders. “The kids kept throwing snacks at me! A toddler rode my back.”

Seungmin is now fully crying with laughter. “You—PFFT—were a theme park attraction.”

You groan and fall back onto the bed. “I can’t believe you think my suffering is FUNNY.”

Seungmin wipes his tears, still shaking. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.”

“You’re not,” you grumble.

He grins, pulling you closer. “You’re right. I’m not.” He snickers. “But if you ever turn into a dinosaur, I promise to be a very responsible zookeeper.”

You punch his arm as he laughs himself back to sleep.

Jeongin

You wake up with a loud scream, flailing as if you’re fighting for your life.

Jeongin, who was peacefully sleeping, jolts awake and almost falls off the bed. “WHAT?! WHAT HAPPENED?!”

You grab his arm, breathing heavily. “I was STUCK. In a video game.”

Jeongin blinks. “Huh?”

“I was trapped,” you whisper. “In a game. And not a fun one—like one of those cursed, buggy ones.”

Jeongin rubs his face. “Oh my god.”

“No, listen! Every time I tried to move forward, I—glitched backwards. I WAS STUCK IN A LOOP.”

Jeongin tries to keep a straight face. “That… does sound horrible.”

“I tried to pause, but the pause button DIDN’T WORK. Instead, my character just started doing a weird dance.”

Jeongin snorts. “What kind of game were you even playing?”

“I DON’T KNOW,” you wail. “The NPCs were cursed. They kept giving me the same quest over and over—‘FIND THE LOST CAT’—BUT THERE WAS NO CAT.”

Jeongin is shaking with silent laughter.

“And then,” you continue, traumatized, “I finally found a door to escape—but when I opened it… I FELL THROUGH THE MAP.”

Jeongin bursts out laughing.

“I JUST KEPT FALLING. FOREVER.” You grab his arm dramatically. “It was darkness. An endless void.”

Jeongin wipes away a tear. “So, you were just free-falling in a glitchy game for eternity?”

“Yes!!”

He grins, pulling you into a hug. “That’s actually hilarious.”

“No, it was terrifying,” you mumble into his chest.

“Aw, poor thing.” He laughs softly, rubbing your back. “If you ever get stuck in a game again, just call me. I’ll patch you up with a cheat code.”

“You BETTER,” you grumble.

Jeongin smirks. “But imagine if you woke up in real life and everything was still lagging?”

“…Go back to sleep before I punch you.”

Jeongin chuckles, pulling you closer. “Sweet dreams, glitchy protagonist.”

Jisung

You wake up with a gasp, your breath unsteady. The room is dark, the only sound the faint hum of the air conditioning. Your pulse is racing, and the absurdity of your dream only makes you feel worse.

Beside you, Jisung stirs. “Mmmh…?” He lets out a tiny, sleepy whimper before his voice comes out muffled against his pillow. “Whaz happ’nin…?”

You hesitate, swallowing hard. “Just… a nightmare.”

That wakes him up immediately. He rolls over onto his side, blinking blearily at you. “Wait, what? Are you okay?” His voice is still raspy from sleep, but there’s an immediate concern in his tone.

You nod, rubbing your face. “It was just… really weird.”

Jisung, still only half-conscious, blindly reaches for your hand and clutches it against his chest. “Tell me.”

You sigh, already regretting this. “…You’re gonna make fun of me.”

He gasps dramatically. “Me? Make fun of you? Never.”

You give him a look.

“…Okay, maybe a little.” He grins, voice still sleepy. “But I promise to comfort you first.”

You hesitate before mumbling, “I was being chased by a swarm of… aggressive hamsters.”

Silence.

Jisung doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink.

Then his eyebrows slowly rise. “I’m sorry, did you just say… hamsters?”

You groan, flopping onto your back. “Forget it.”

“NO NO—” Jisung suddenly sits up, eyes wide. “Are you telling me you just lived through ‘Attack of the Fluffballs’ in your sleep??”

You shove your face into your hands. “This is why I didn’t wanna tell you.”

Jisung clutches his stomach, already giggling. “W-Wait—were they like… tiny hamsters? Or were they human-sized?”

You glare at him. “Obviously tiny.”

“AND YOU WERE SCARED?!” He howls with laughter, throwing his head back.

“They had TEETH, Jisung! They were like demonic marshmallows!!”

Jisung wheezes. “I can’t— I literally can’t breathe—”

You huff, crossing your arms. “You’re the worst.”

After a solid minute of laughter, Jisung wipes a tear from his eye, still grinning. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“…No, I’m not.” He leans over and wraps his arms around you, pulling you against him. “But hey… if any hamsters try to fight you in your dreams again, I’ll be there to roundhouse kick them into another dimension.”

You laugh despite yourself, relaxing in his embrace. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nuzzles his nose into your hair, voice softer. “Promise.”

A comfortable silence settles between you.

Then Jisung snickers. “…Demonic marshmallows.”

You grab a pillow and smack him with it before laying back down and hugging him.

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urlocalmultigroupfan · 3 days ago

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ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ✦✩ (이용복)

pairing: lee felix x bsf!reader

summary: based off of follow you by imagine dragons

tags/warnings: mentions of another idol (heeseung) non!idol situation, felix is reader's best friend, he doesn't tell her how he feels, probably more, im so tired i most likely missed smth

a/n: second day in a row that i haven't slept, im sleep deprived atp....i js want to finish this up and get it ready <3 also, im thinking of making oneshots based off of u and also ex??? idk its kinda angstyyy....

also credits to @hyuneskkami for dividers!!

masterlist!

The weight of the day bears down on you, and it feels like your chest is too tight to breathe. Another fight with Heeseung. Another argument that made you feel small and unimportant. The love that was once vibrant has faded into something colder, something that no longer feels like home. No matter how many times you try, he never seems to listen. You find yourself asking, Why does it feel like I’m speaking a different language? It’s as though the things that once connected you two now only serve to push you further apart.

Your phone buzzes, and you don’t even need to look at it to know it’s Heeseung. You don’t have the energy to read his message. All it ever is is an empty apology, a quick fix to shut you up, to put a bandage on a wound that’s deeper than words could heal. “Sorry” it says. “I don’t know what’s wrong.” And it hurts, more than anything, that he’s never honest with you. That he never really tries.

You try not to let it overwhelm you.

Instead, you unlock your phone and scroll, searching for someone you can rely on. Felix.

You’ve never told him about your issues with Heeseung, not in full. You’ve never wanted to burden him with it. But Felix has always known when something was wrong. You’re not sure how he does it, but he always knows. His message pops up immediately: “Hey, you okay?”

It’s a simple text, but you know what it means. He cares.

“Yeah. Just tired.”

You close your eyes for a moment, wondering if that’s enough of an answer. It isn’t. But it’ll have to do. Felix knows when you’re lying. So you wait. Seconds later, your phone buzzes again.

“Come outside. I’m in the park.”

You blink, surprised. It’s late, but you know Felix well enough to understand that when he’s insistent, you don’t argue. You grab your jacket and head out the door. Fresh air, a walk in the park—maybe it’s exactly what you need to clear your mind, even if just for a little while.

The park feels quiet and peaceful, with the sound of distant traffic blending with the soft rustling of the trees. You can already see him in the distance, leaning casually against a tree. His blonde hair glows under the streetlight, and his familiar smile lights up his face as soon as he spots you.

“Hey,” Felix greets you, his voice warm. “You look like you could use some fresh air.”

You force a smile, but it’s weak. “You could say that.”

Felix studies you for a moment, his gaze intense but gentle, as if he’s reading you in a way that others can’t. “Come sit,” he says, patting the spot next to him on the park bench. “Tell me what’s going on.”

You hesitate for a moment before sitting next to him. The bench is cold, the metal biting into your legs, but his presence is like a soft, warm blanket. Felix always knew how to make you feel safe, how to calm the storm in your mind.

“You’ve always been there for me, Felix,” you start, your voice quiet, almost hesitant. “But I don’t know what to do anymore. It’s Heeseung. Every time we try to talk, it feels like I’m speaking a different language. He’s so distant, and I don’t know if I’m asking too much, or if he just doesn’t care anymore.”

Felix’s eyes soften, and you can tell that hearing this hurts him too. “You’re not asking for too much,” he says, his voice calm but firm. “You deserve someone who listens to you. Someone who sees you, who values you.”

You blink, your throat tightening at his words. Felix always had a way of making you feel like you were worth something, like you were more than just the sum of your worries. “But… I don’t know if I can fix it anymore. I don’t know if I even want to. But it’s so hard to let go.”

You feel the tears starting to well up again, but you swallow hard, fighting to keep them at bay. Felix doesn’t pressure you. He simply reaches out and brushes his hand against yours. It’s gentle, comforting, like a silent promise.

“You don’t have to let go all at once,” he says softly. “One step at a time. And you’re not alone. I’m here for you. Always.”

The sincerity in his voice cracks something inside you. Before you can stop yourself, you lean your head on his shoulder. His warmth soothes the tension in your body, and you finally let the tears fall, quiet sobs racking through you.

Felix doesn’t say a word. He just holds you, his arm gently around your shoulders. He doesn’t ask questions or try to fix everything. He just lets you be.

Felix watches you closely, his heart aching as you struggle with the weight of your emotions. He’s known you for so long—long enough to see the cracks in your smile, to hear the quiet pain in your voice when you pretend to be okay. He hates seeing you like this, especially when he knows it’s because of someone who doesn’t see you the way you deserve.

But it’s more than that, too. Felix has always been there for you, always done his best to support you. And even though he’s never said it, he’s always cared for you… more than just a friend.

There’s a part of him that wishes he could be the one to fix everything. He wishes he could be the one to hold you close, to make you feel safe in a way that Heeseung bastard never could.

“I’d follow you no matter what,” he thinks, his mind repeating the words from the song that had been stuck in his head all night. It’s a promise he’s always made, silently, in his heart. He would follow you through anything, even if it meant staying in the background, supporting you from the sidelines.

But right now, all he can do is be the friend you need. And if that’s enough, then he’ll take it.

Eventually, your tears begin to subside, and you pull away, sniffling and wiping your face. Felix looks at you, his gaze softer than you’ve ever seen it. His hand is still on yours, and you can feel his warmth, his steady presence.

“You deserve to be happy,” he says quietly, the sincerity in his voice almost too much to bear. “You don’t have to carry all of this by yourself.”

You nod, your chest feeling a little lighter. “I just don’t know what to do. I’ve been trying so hard to make it work with Heeseung, but…”

Felix squeezes your hand. “You don’t have to fix everything right now. It’s okay to take a step back and just breathe. And if you ever need to talk or need someone to listen… I’m always here.”

You look up at him then, really look at him. His eyes are filled with something deeper than just friendship, but he’s hiding it, like always. Felix is always there, always putting you first, always making sure you’re okay. You realize, in that moment, that he’s been more than just a friend to you for a long time. He’s been the one constant, the one person who always has your back.

And maybe, just maybe, that’s enough for now.

You smile at him, the first real smile you’ve had in days. “Thanks, Felix. You’re… you’re the best.”

He smiles back at you, a little softer this time, his eyes lingering on yours for a moment longer than usual. "I’ll follow you, no matter what. You know that, right?"

You nod, the weight in your chest finally starting to lift. “I know.”

As you stand up to leave, you feel lighter, like maybe you don’t have to carry the burden of everything on your own anymore. Felix will follow you, wherever you go, and for now, that’s enough.

hope yall enjoyed <3

todays playlist....

truman by han and felix, cinema by lee know and seungmin, giant (korean ver) by stray kids, burnin tires by changbin and i.n, escape by bangchan and hyunjin, sweet dreams by j-hope ft. miguel, my pace stray kids, airplane by stray kids, blueprint by stray kids, mixtape: gone days by stray kids, moonlight sunrise by twice, off the record by ive, do not touch by misamo, my friend ranting while we played roblox for a bit, wow by 3racha, 3racha (song), love me back by fromis_9, tiktok by 3racha, u by stray kids ft. tablo, case 143 by stray kids, goodness gracious by bbno$ and yung gravy, night dancer by imase, as we are by seungmin, gods menu by stray kids, fever by enhypen, sheesh by babymonster, ggum by yeonjun, matsuri by fujii kaze, only by leehi, real man by beabadoobee, from the start by laufey, fly me to the moon by frank sinatra, can't take my eyes off you by boys town gang, bounce back by stray kids, thank u by ive (my gf likes it so i do too) like him by tyler, the creator

taglist: @rockstarkkami @sirloncelot-of-bananas @jisunggy

taglist is open! please comment if you would like to be added <3

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sunshineangel0 · 2 days ago

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stay safe, baby. (maknae line)

pairing- stray kids ot8 x girlfriend!reader summary- You're feeling under the weather while your boyfriend is away for schedules. He reacts a little dramatic — because he may be extra, but he's your extra. genre- fluff, comfort, established relationship, long-distance vibes word count- n/a warnings- mentions of sickness (common cold), excessive boyfriend energy, emotional support a/n-part two of the stay safe texts!!! hyung line

jisung

felix

seungmin

jeongin

skz general: @velvetmoonlght @scarlet789 @estella-novella @nightmarenyxx

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bangchanwifey · 2 days ago

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boyfriend texts with lee felix ˚ෆ 🩰🦢 .° ༘

i’m planning to continue doing bf texts with the rest of the members so i hope you’re enjoying !! ty for ur love 🎀

contains: bf!felix x female!reader

warnings: language, one kms joke, pet names, fluff !

⇾ be sure to checkout my masterlist if you enjoyed!! any type of interaction is appreciated :,)

⇾ i literally love felix sooo bad and i love making these!! lmk who i should do next thanks for reading <3

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dakusan · 18 hours ago

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Under the weather, under their care.

stray kids ot8 x reader | comfort, sick day fluff

🌙 synopsis: you’re sick. your head hurts, your throat’s sore, and your body feels like it’s made of led. lucky for you, the boys don’t take your sick days lightly. from dad-mode chan to chaotic nurse han, here’s how each member would react to you being under the weather.

💌 a/n: I made this upon request, @cybergracie, she's sick, I HOPE U GET WELL BESTIE 🥺. this is a fluff-heavy, comfort-core piece. each member is written with personality accuracy in mind—not just idealized bf fluff, but the actual way they’d show care in their own unique ways. also: please imagine han beatboxing your fever away. thanks. ps. reblogs = love

📍credits: @cafekitsune for the divider

🎶 Now Playing: "Still With You" — Jung Kook

Bang Chan // 방찬

The second he notices something off—your voice a little hoarse, your body a bit sluggish—he’s on it. Doesn’t matter how tired he is, he’s clocked it. You barely get a chance to brush it off before he’s already adjusting his schedule around you. If he's on tour or at the studio, he’ll be checking in constantly with messages like:

“Did you eat anything yet?” “Are you resting properly?” “Don't make me come home early, I will.”

When he is home, though? You’re not lifting a single finger. He’s all over the place—running to the pharmacy, heating soup, fluffing your pillows, and making sure you’ve got water within reach at all times. He’s quiet about it too, not making a big deal, just subtly doing what needs to be done because taking care of the people he loves is second nature to him.

You try to tell him you’re fine, and he just raises an eyebrow.

“You’re literally shivering. Don’t argue with me.”

He doesn't smother, but he's present. Keeps a calming hand on your back while you nap, plays soft music in the background to soothe your headache, and watches over you without making it feel overbearing. He reads the room well—gives you space when you need it, but never strays too far.

If you get emotional or frustrated about being sick, especially if it messes with your routine or makes you feel helpless, he gets it. His voice goes softer. He cups your cheek with a warm hand and murmurs:

“You don’t have to be strong right now, okay? Just rest. Let me take care of you for once.”

He will pull out the dreaded herbal stuff his mom used to make him drink when he was sick—“it tastes like sadness but it works”—and insists on staying up to monitor your fever, even if you beg him to sleep.

He keeps your hair out of your face, wipes your forehead with a cool cloth, and kisses your temple like it's instinct. Being with Chan when you're sick doesn't feel like being a burden—it feels like you're being wrapped in care, in love, in quiet devotion.

He won’t let you thank him too much either.

“You’d do the same for me. And besides, this just means I get extra cuddles when you’re better.”

Lee Know // 리노

He notices immediately. You don’t even have to say anything—just one look at your slightly pale face, the slower blink, the off rhythm of your breathing, and he’s narrowing his eyes like:

“You’re sick, aren’t you?”

When you try to deny it, he just stares you down until you give in with a sigh. You’d think he’d tease you, but no. Lee Know becomes uncharacteristically serious when it comes to your health.

He's not dramatic about it, but he’s efficient.

The moment you admit you’re not feeling well, he’s already on his phone checking what’s in the pantry, planning what you can eat, and quietly adjusting his day to make sure you’re not alone. He doesn’t announce it. He just does it.

He shows care through actions—not babying, but making sure you’re comfortable. Your favourite blanket suddenly appears around your shoulders. The heating pad is already plugged in. He hands you medicine without saying a word and watches to make sure you take it properly.

He cooks for you—but don’t expect anything fancy. You’re getting classic, warm, nourishing meals, exactly the kind of food that won’t upset your stomach. And yes, he’ll roast you a little:

“It tastes bland because you’re sick. What, you want Michelin-star when your nose is running?”

He absolutely will not cuddle you while you’re contagious. He’ll stay close, sure—sitting at the edge of the bed, folding laundry nearby, occasionally brushing his fingers through your hair with a sigh—but full-on snuggles? Nope. Not until your fever’s gone and you're cleared.

But he doesn’t leave the room either.

He stays just far enough to keep from catching whatever you have, but close enough to monitor you. He keeps one earbud in to give you peace but always pulls it out the second you shift or wince.

And when you wake up coughing at 3AM? He’s already by your side, handing you water before you can ask. His voice low and gentle, like:

“Don’t talk. Drink first. Breathe.”

If you start crying or feeling weak, that’s when he gets quiet. He won’t overwhelm you with comfort, but his gaze softens. He tucks you in tighter, hand lingering just a little longer against your forehead.

“You’re allowed to be sick. Stop trying to act like you're okay all the time.”

Later, when you’re getting better and a bit more dramatic than necessary (maybe asking him to fluff your pillow again), he smirks and rolls his eyes.

“You’re milking this. I know you.”

But he still does it. And when you're fully recovered, that's when the affection comes back in full—teasing kisses, long hugs, and a quiet,

“Don’t get sick again. I don’t like seeing you like that.”

(And maybe a whisper when he thinks you’re asleep:

“You scared me a little, you know.”)

Changbin // 창빈

The moment he finds out you’re sick, he goes from 0 to 100. Like, you text him “I think I caught something” and five minutes later he’s blowing up your phone with:

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SOMETHING??” “How bad is it??” “Do you need me?? Should I come over?? I’m coming over.”

When he does show up, he’s carrying way too much. A full bag of random groceries, multiple drinks (some contradictory—like, why ginger ale and sports drinks and vitamin C packets?), tissues with lotion, and something pink and fluffy that you’re not even sure has a purpose.

And he's breathless, out of breath from rushing, still in his hoodie and slippers like he didn’t even stop to fully change.

“Okay—okay, first things first—do you have a fever? No, wait, let me check—no, you don’t check, I check—”

He's definitely the type to Google your symptoms while sitting next to you, holding your hand like you’re dying. You cough once and he’s already deep into “early signs of pneumonia” and quietly panicking.

But here’s the thing—under all that chaotic energy is someone who really, really cares.

He wipes down surfaces, makes you take medicine on time, and paces while you nap because he can’t sit still when you’re unwell. If you so much as shift in your sleep, he’s immediately next to you.

“Do you need something? Water? Blanket? Me? I mean—I’m here—just say the word.”

He tries to cook. Like really tries. Follows a recipe video step by step, but ends up making the kitchen look like a warzone. The food is edible, and honestly, it tastes way better than you expected—but it comes with a sheepish smile and a “Don’t die, okay? I put my soul in that rice.”

He’s the type to encourage you to laugh through the misery, even if he knows you feel like crap. He’ll pull out his silly voice impressions, make faces, or randomly do aegyo just to get a smile out of you.

And when you’re too tired to respond? He quiets down. Holds your hand gently. Tucks the blanket up to your chin and just stays close.

“Rest, jagi. I’ll stay right here. I promise.”

And if you thank him too much, he gets all bashful and dramatic again:

“Stop being cute when you’re sick! I’m trying to focus on taking care of you, not falling in love all over again!”

Hyunjin // 현진

When you tell Hyunjin you’re sick, he gasps like you just confessed a tragic secret.

“You’re what? Sick? You?!”

He's immediately distraught. Not because he doesn’t know what to do—he actually does—but because he hates seeing you like this. His empathy is through the roof. If you're miserable, he's basically miserable by osmosis.

He shows up in a long coat, scarf, and a tote bag full of oddly curated items: a sketchpad, multiple fancy drinks, a candle he claims will help “cleanse your aura,” and a tiny stuffed animal “to guard your bed.”

But once the theatrics die down, he’s incredibly gentle.

He speaks softly around you, like he’s scared to disturb your peace. Brushes your hair back from your face with his knuckles. Gets you tissues and cool compresses and rubs your back when you cough. He doesn’t make a fuss out of helping—you just look up and he’s already kneeling next to the bed, adjusting your blanket with care.

“I don’t like this. You should always be glowing. You’re supposed to be warm and smiley and annoying me with your weird jokes.”

He doesn’t necessarily cook full meals, but he’ll cut fruit for you like a seasoned Korean mom. Brings you sliced apples and pears with toothpicks and arranges them in little patterns. He lights the candle (of course he does) and hums softly while you rest.

And when you fall asleep, he doesn’t leave.

He curls up at the foot of the bed like a quiet cat, sketchbook in his lap, drawing you as you sleep—not in a weird way, just a soft “I want to remember you like this, even if you’re sick” way. His lines are delicate. Thoughtful. Honest.

If you start crying out of frustration or exhaustion, he immediately drops everything to cradle you, whispering into your hair:

“Hey. It’s okay. You don’t have to hold it in. Let me carry it for you.”

He’ll cry too, but quietly. Not to take the attention off you—just because it genuinely hurts to see someone he loves in pain.

And when you finally start to feel a bit better, he brightens like the sun peeking out after rain.

“You’re healing,” he says, brushing his knuckle under your eye, “and when you’re fully better, we’re going to go out and celebrate your immune system.”

Because of course he would.

Han // 한

Han freaks out immediately—but it’s not super helpful at first. You text him something simple like “I’m feeling kinda sick today,” and within ten minutes he’s calling you with a full-blown gasp:

“OH MY GOD YOU’RE DYING—okay no you’re not dying BUT LIKE—ARE YOU OKAY???”

He’s definitely pacing back and forth in his room, still in pyjamas, with a headband holding his hair back and zero plan on what to do. He panics first, then pulls himself together. His love language is chaos-then-action.

He shows up at your place with a bag that makes no sense: two different kinds of ramen, a random juice box, cough drops, chocolate, three stress balls (“in case you’re bored”), and a neck pillow. No medicine. No actual meals. Just vibes.

“Okay okay, hear me out—I panicked. But I brought snacks and love.”

Despite the scattered brain, he pulls it together when it really counts. He’s attentive. He’ll sit next to you while you rest and hold your hand loosely, thumb brushing over your knuckles. He won’t say anything for a while—just watches you with those big, warm eyes full of concern.

If you’re curled up and miserable, he’ll adjust the blanket for you and say in a surprisingly soft voice:

“I don’t like seeing you like this. I’d rather be sick instead.”

(He means it. But also, if he got sick, he'd be 10x more dramatic than you. Bedridden. Needy. Demanding forehead kisses every five minutes.)

He makes you laugh without even trying. The moment your fever breaks a little and you can sit up, he’s already putting on dumb videos, doing weird impressions of your doctor, or lip-syncing to ballads with way too much emotion.

He’ll also say stuff like:

“If you die, can I keep your hoodie collection? Not because I want them, just so no one else gets them.”

Followed by:

“Wait, no, don’t die. You’re the only person who laughs at my weird jokes.”

He’ll write you a freestyle rap while you nap. It’s bad. It’s so bad. But it’s from the heart. And you wake up to him beatboxing quietly next to you, working on rhymes like “She’s sick but she’s slick, with tissues so quick—uh, what rhymes with thermometer?”

And even if he makes light of it, he doesn’t leave. Not until you’ve eaten something. Not until you’re tucked in. Not until he’s made you laugh at least once.

“You’re not allowed to feel gross. You’re still the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen—with or without the sniffles.”

Felix // 필릭스

Felix immediately switches into guardian angel mode the moment you tell him you're sick. His brows knit together with concern, and he softly goes:

“Oh no, darling… Are you okay? What hurts? What do you need?”

His voice somehow gets even softer than usual, and that’s saying a lot. He doesn’t waste time—he’s already got a mental checklist going. He shows up at your place like a quiet storm, arms full of carefully selected things: your favourite tea, fresh fruit, his cosiest hoodie (the one you steal all the time), and a little handwritten note that just says “rest well, lovebug 🤍” tucked into a book.

He moves around your space like he’s done this a thousand times. Lights a soft-scented candle. Makes you tea—ginger, lemon, honey, everything—and hands it to you with both hands like it’s sacred.

“Sip slowly, yeah? It’ll help your throat.”

He speaks in a hush, like he’s scared to be too loud and disturb you. But even more than that, he listens. He watches your cues. If you don’t feel like talking, he sits quietly and rubs your back in slow, rhythmic circles. If you’re cranky or frustrated with how you feel, he’s patient. He doesn’t dismiss it. Just murmurs,

“It’s okay to be upset. You don’t have to pretend with me.”

He won’t let you feel guilty for needing help. He doesn’t even think twice about it—it’s just natural to him to care for you. He’ll spoon-feed you porridge if you’re too weak to eat (with a soft, teasing “open up, baby~”), fluff your pillows, and offer to braid your hair to keep it out of your face if it’s long.

And when you’re really out of it, in that floaty feverish state? He hums lullabies to you. Soft, low, breathy melodies while running his fingers through your hair, grounding you like an anchor.

He’s physically affectionate but gentle—he won’t cling if you’re uncomfortable, but he’ll press a kiss to your forehead with reverence when your fever starts to come down.

“You’re getting better already. That’s my strong baby.”

When you start feeling a bit better and try to apologize for being so out of it, he just shakes his head and smiles that soft, dimpled smile:

“I’d take care of you a hundred more times if it meant I get to love you this much.”

Seungmin // 승민

You text him: “I think I’m getting sick.”

His reply:

“Wow. Weak.” “Do you want me to come over or are you going to survive this incredibly tragic cold on your own?”

He teases you endlessly, even when he’s already halfway out the door with a tote bag full of essentials. He’s not the kind to show up flustered or chaotic—he’s cool, collected, and annoyingly prepared. He stops by the pharmacy like it’s a casual errand, picks the right kind of medicine, and shows up at your place with soup containers labelled with the exact heating instructions.

“Because I know you’re going to ignore me when I leave. So I made it idiot-proof.”

Despite the constant roasting, he’s weirdly good at caretaking. Like, scary good. He’s probably done this for the other members a million times. He doesn’t hover, but he keeps you on schedule—meds on time, hydration checked, food warm. He sets timers on his phone like:

“Every 4 hours, you're drinking something. I don’t care if it’s water or juice. Just not coffee. Don’t test me.”

He definitely sits at the edge of your bed or couch with a mug in hand, watching you like a judgmental hawk while you eat something.

“Chew slower. You sound like a vacuum cleaner.”

He’ll bring over one of his own hoodies and act like it’s no big deal when you snuggle into it—but there’s a flicker of fondness in his eyes when you do.

If you’re really sick and end up crying or feeling gross, Seungmin’s whole vibe shifts. His voice softens. His teasing fades out, and he looks at you like you’re fragile—but never in a pitying way. Just... attentively.

“Hey. Don’t do that thing where you bottle everything up and pretend you’re okay. You're sick, not invincible.”

He sits beside you, holding your wrist gently and checking your pulse like he knows what he’s doing (and honestly? He kinda does).

When you’re asleep, he doesn’t leave right away. He stays long enough to make sure you’re breathing evenly, your fever’s down, and that your glass of water is full. He’ll tidy your space a little—nothing crazy, just enough so that you’ll wake up feeling a bit more at ease.

And if you ask him why he’s being so sweet the next day?

“Because I don’t want you to die. Who else would I bully?”

And then under his breath, as he's walking away:

“…Plus, I care about you. Obviously.”

I.N // 아이엔

Jeongin freezes when you tell him you’re sick. Like—deer in headlights, soul leaving his body—kind of freeze.

“You’re… sick?? What do I do?? What am I supposed to do?? Do I call Chan-hyung?? Is there a number for this??”

He genuinely panics at first, not because he doesn’t want to help, but because he doesn’t want to mess anything up. He’s never fully confident in these situations, but the second he realizes you need him, he pulls it together real fast.

He shows up at your door with the most random collection of items: yogurt (he read online it helps), a bag of cough drops (he bought 3 kinds just in case), a warm scarf (that he knitted, sob), and a tiny teddy bear he won at a claw machine a week ago.

“He’s here to keep you company when I can’t. Don’t get attached, though. He’s still mine.”

Once inside, he’s constantly checking with you—nervously, but sweetly.

“Do you want porridge? I can try making it… it might be weird though.” “Do you feel hot? Like fever hot, not hot-hot. Not that you’re not hot—okay never mind—”

He’s flustered. So flustered. But he puts 200% effort into everything. He follows tutorials to make you soup and burns his tongue taste-testing it (“worth it”), tries to fluff your pillows in just the right way, and keeps offering you water every ten minutes.

He might pace a bit when you're napping, muttering to himself like:

“Okay, don’t forget the medicine at 2. And check the temperature. And don’t forget to smile when she wakes up. But not creepy. Calm smile. Natural. Chill. I'm chill.”

If you’re too tired to talk, he’ll just sit nearby, playing quietly on his phone, occasionally peeking over to make sure you’re okay. He doesn’t leave until you force him to rest too. And even then, he sets an alarm so he can wake up and check your temperature in a few hours.

And when you’re finally feeling better, all the tension leaves his body in a big sigh of relief—and he gets shy.

“You’re okay now… That’s good. I didn’t really do much but… I’m glad I was here.”

Then adds with a soft, sheepish smile:

“Next time, let me take care of you before you pass out trying to act fine, okay?”

He’s your little protector in disguise—nervous, thoughtful, and quietly proud of himself for stepping up when it counted.

#stray kids x reader #skz ot8 x reader #comfort fic #soft skz #skz imagines #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #minho x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #han x reader #jisung x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #ot8 soft hours #han beatboxing ur fever away

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