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cheeseceli · 2 days ago

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Their crush covers their song

Pairing: ot8!skz × gn! Idol reader

Genre: fluff, reactions, extra delusional

Request: could you do their reaction to their idol crush doing a dance cover of their choreography with their group during a variety show?

Warnings: DELUSIONAL, reader is an idol, that's it

A/n: i changed the prompt very very slightly but the main idea remains | daily click

Bang Chan

‌Congratulations, you are now an idol

‌Which means that in this scenario, you and your group went to a variety show to promote your new comeback

‌Congrats on the comeback!!

‌And overall, you and your members were just having fun and doing a lot of games with the hosts

‌But then! A very interesting game showed up

‌The one where someone had to dance and the rest of the members would have to guess the choreo according to the sound of the footsteps

‌To make it easier, every member was dancing a choreo from your own group

‌And as Bang Chan was watching the video, he was finding it all very fun and cute

‌But then it's your turn to dance while you are facing your members' back

‌And you starts to dance a choreo that he is sure that does not belong to your group

‌Because it's a stray kids' dance

‌S-class actually

‌He has to repeat that part of the video a few times to understand that you ARE dancing his song

‌And the members guessed the song right away because apparently you recently learnt the footwork and has repeating it all the time

‌To the point your members knew the sound of the footsteps (!!)

‌He is now giggling and asking himself how to finally talk to you after this

Because trust me, he will find a way to finally approach you after this video

Lee Know

‌I think he is a bit traumatised when it comes to people covering skz songs lmao

‌I always have flashbacks to that live he reacts to boys planet

‌So he was low-key scared when he saw the thumbline of your group covering thunderous in a new stage

‌Don't get him wrong !!

‌He absolutely loves your group (and you cough cough) and he is aware you guys are like super talented

‌But as I said, traumatised

‌So he is kinda skeptical at first

‌Until I.N sends him a text like "yo your crush sang your part in the cover"

‌After knowing that, he can guarantee he never clicked so fast in a video before

‌Safe to say he was surprised to know your group did the song its deserved justice

‌And he audibly giggled at you doing his parts

‌(And if you're the one who did the laugh at the second chorus, better believe he repeated that part THOUSANDS of times)

Changbin

‌So for this let's imagine you and a few members of your group were doing a live

‌And you guys decided to play kpop random dance

‌Just like that Baekhyun live! hehe

‌As Changbin is your #1 fan, ofc he'd be watching that live

‌He was smiling all the way through because you guys were having so much fun and it was genuinely nice to watch it

‌He was also probably dancing along

‌And then ! Chk chk boom starts playing

‌And you know the chorus

‌You dance the ending like a pro

‌But you also dance THE changbin rap

‌The part where he rolls the r like rrrrrr yk

‌Anyways

‌HE IS SO HAPPY

‌Genuinely impressed because he wouldn't expect you to know so much of the choreo and also

‌Even when you're playing around you still dance so well

‌He just knows he chose the right person to be his bias

‌Starts spamming the live comments section (anonymously) asking you who's your bias in Skz

‌He just couldn't lose the opportunity yk 💔

Hyunjin

‌Did you just... Give him the best opportunity ever to finally talk to you?

‌Cause he's been waiting to have the chance to approach you for MONTHS

‌But then he suddenly wakes up to the news that your group covered God's Menu

‌In South Korea this can only mean one thing

‌please tell me you got the joke 💔

‌Anyways

‌First, he watched that clip of your group (and your fancams!!) so many times YouTube probably thinks he's a bot

‌Second, if you covered his parts, he is totally sure that you guys are actually soulmates and you should get married. If you covered someone else's part, this person will be the victim of his side eyes for the rest of the week.

‌Third, HE HAS AN EXCUSE TO TALK TO YOU !!!

‌He can just randomly approach you and say "hey I really liked your cover, thank you for covering us so well ☺️"

‌And hopefully you fall in love right there

Han

‌Okay so let's say you have this sorta tradition you do

‌That basically, from time to time, you cover a song in your group's YouTube channel

‌Pretty much his favourite event ever

‌And this time you covered twilight ✨

‌According to you, this song was your favourite from skz new album and you couldn't help but repeat it all the time

‌Not me self inserting here

‌And then

‌When he saw the title of the video, he hadn't even thought that it was THE twilight

‌It could've been from any other artist

‌But then the beginning of the song is oddly familiar

‌His eyes WIDEN when he realises you're covering skz

‌And now that's the only song he ever plays when he is on the car with the members

‌They are getting war flashbacks now from how much they were forced to listen to your cover 💔

‌But Han couldn't be happier

Felix

‌Out of all their songs he expected people to cover, he didn't think your group would decide to cover Freeze

‌That one song is intense

‌So first he was surprised

‌Later he was impressed

‌You guys have done such a GREAT job

‌If you covered his rap, he is 10000% more in love with you

‌But even if you didn't

‌He is still so in shock that you captured the essence of the song so well, specially if your group's concept is not that similar to skz

‌Not that he ever doubted it but anyways

‌Watches ALL tiktoks edits of that performance

‌You are all that show up in his fyp for the next five business days

‌And maybe even approaches you like Hyunjin had planned, but without that much overthinking lmao

Seungmin

‌Okay so since we are already being delusional

‌Your group is making a comeback and YOU were invited to Lee Mujin program as a way to promote the new song

‌One of the songs you decided to sing was cover me

‌And let me tell you something

‌Just when Seungmin thought he couldn't love that song more

‌You just made cover me even more special to him

‌Lowkey saves every single video of you singing that song

‌Specially his high note

‌And as a coincidence ofc he posts something on Instagram with cover me as the chosen song

‌But it was a coincidence

‌Trust

I.N

‌Well, since I miss pink hair I.N

‌Your group was covering the one and only case 143 song

‌Very cute choreo with very nice vocals

‌Everything was just really cute

‌And I.N was almost dying when he found out

‌I believe one of the boys would tell him something like "did you know your crush is gonna cover one of our songs"

‌And Jeonging did not believe that not one bit

‌Because the boys loved to tease him about that

‌But then that ended up being truthful

‌And he probably only watched the performance once because that was enough to make him malfunction

‌He'd think about that all the time but, in order to appear normal, he was tryna chill

‌Until your group released a behind the scenes video of you guys learning the case 143 dance

‌And he thought it would be okay for him to watch it

‌Until you compliment I.N's performance skills and tell the cameraman you looked up to him

‌Best jumpscare of his life

‌He's never gonna watch anything of your group ever again😭 (lies)

Masterlist | you'll probably like: meeting a pretty fan

Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @dandelions-143 @sleepyleeji @jinnie-ret @sheraayasherrecs @rockstarkkami @urlocalmultigroupfan @aeinzzzketchup @queenofdumbfuckery @sarita-sunday @lezleeferguson-120

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto | images 1, 2 and 3

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dreamescapeswriting · 2 days ago

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Stray Kids Reaction || You Fall Asleep Against Them/Head In Their Lap

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - July 2025

⤜MASTERLIST

CHAN:

Chan was working on his laptop when he heard soft snores coming from his lap. Slowly, he froze a little and looked down at you, stopping mid-task and smirking to himself as he saw how peaceful you looked. You always tried to stay awake with him whenever he was working late, but every time you ended up asleep with your head in his lap or some other way.

Slowly, he brushed a strand of hair out of your face and watched you with a soft smile, butterflies erupting inside of him as he looked at you. Within seconds, though, he took out his phone and took a picture - just for himself - to remember how sweet you looked. By now, there was a large folder full of pictures of you sleeping against him or on the sofa inside his office.

MINHO:

"Hyung, Yn is asleep." Jeongin suddenly whispers through the quiet room. You'd joined the boys for a night in with a movie, and you'd once again fallen asleep halfway through the film right against Minho's lap. Looking down at you he had to force himself to hide the smile that was threatening to show and he rolls his eyes in front of the others, pretending to be annoyed with how quickly you'd fallen asleep, but while they weren't looking, he slowly traced invisible patterns into your skin while you slept. Secretly, Minho loved it when you would fall asleep against him because it meant he got to have some peace and quiet with you.

CHANGBIN:

As soon as Changbin realised you were asleep, he turned stiff and awkward, not wanting to move in fear of you waking up, he looked down at you and smiled to himself. You looked so peaceful,

"So pretty, baby." He whispers as he looks at you. Proud of himself that you felt safe enough to sleep against him, flexing to the boys that you'd fallen asleep against him, and he was clearly comforting to be around. Whispering sweet nothings to your sleeping form as he ran his fingers over your skin and just enjoyed the feeling of you so close to him.

HYUNJIN:

Hyunjin watches you sleep with your head on his lap, tracing his finger over your features, starting with your jaw and cheekbones, gently brushing his fingers over your lips, and smiling to himself. Luckily, his sketch book was within reach, and he slowly began to sketch you, capturing the peaceful moment just for himself.

Soft kisses were placed on your forehead every now and then, and he placed a blanket around your body since it was on the back of the sofa.

JISUNG:

Once Felix had pointed out to Jisung that you'd fallen asleep against his lap, Jisung went into panic mode,

"What do I do?! Do I move?! Can I breathe?! Do they need a blanket?!" he whispered to Felix who was holding back a chuckle seeing Jisung freaking out a little.

"They've been asleep until now, Jisung...Just relax," he whispers back to him, and Jisung nods with widened eyes, staring at you as you sleep. Smiling to himself as he snuck a photo of you, turning it into a video and speaking in a cute voice,

"Cute, Jagiya sleeping against me."

FELIX:

Without even hesitating, Felix reached for the blanket behind him and gently draped it over your body, grabbed a pillow, and slowly - and carefully - lifted your head and placed the pillow on his lap so it was comfier for you to sleep against him. Smirking to himself as he ran his fingers up and down your back, softly humming songs to you as he looked down at you. Smiling like you were the most precious thing ever in his life.

"Love you, baby." He whispers as he places a soft kiss on your temple and you snuggled closer to him.

SEUNGMIN:

You hadn't meant to fall asleep, but as soon as Seungmin noticed, he smirked to himself,

"Great, guess I live here now," he joked sarcastically, moving himself around to make sure you were in the most comfortable position you could be while on his lap, and he grabbed his phone, scrolling for a while. Seungmin loved it when you slept against him, even if he did make jokes and tease you about it days later, he always enjoyed the silent and quiet moments he got to spend with you, just like this. He wouldn't change a damn thing about it.

JEONGIN:

The moment you shifted a little and moved closer to Jeongin, he stiffened up a little, nervous to mess up your sleep, and he tried to stay as still as possible for you. A subtle blush began to overtake his cheeks as he smiled to himself.

"Channie-Hyung, they fell asleep." He whispered over at Chan, who was in the kitchen, coming over to look at you both as he took a photo with Jeongin's phone and smiled, leaving you both alone on the sofa. Jeongin smiles and puts his hand gently on your arm, grounding you in your sleep as he did his best not to fall asleep with you.

A/n: Hope you guys liked this cute piece

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sunshineangel0 · 3 days ago

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half past promises ! 약속의 절반

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, idol!au, established relationship, fluff. summary: you’re tired of waiting up for him, tired of missed calls, cold dinners, and the quiet ache of loving someone who belongs to the whole world. but tonight, on your anniversary, Felix shows up in the rain with roses, soft apologies, and a promise to stay. pairing: lee felix x reader. word count: 2.0k warnings: arguments, hurt feelings, swearing, soft make-up kisses, mention of loneliness, mild emotional whiplash, felix being a golden retriever bf who tries his best. a/n: this sweet angsty peace was written based on this ask by @sunsh1ne-ch4nlix with the prompt: “I don’t want you to fix me. I just want you to stay.” I hope you enjoy!!!

You were done giving him the benefit of the doubt. Done defending the missed dinners, the “five-minute” callbacks that turned into ghost hours. Tonight was supposed to be different, your anniversary. A night you’d clung to like a promise.

Rain lashed at the windows while you stalked the living room floor. The apartment smelled like takeout you hadn’t touched. Your phone, warm from your grip, vibrated once, a spam text, and you nearly hurled it at the wall. The clock over the kitchen door ticked so loud you wanted to scream.

When the front door finally creaked open, your heart jumped, then dropped like a stone. Felix stood there on the threshold, hair plastered to his forehead, hoodie half unzipped, droplets trickling off him onto the welcome mat. His eyes widened when he saw you, all storm and heartbreak waiting for him in the soft glow of the single lamp you’d left on.

“Hey-” he tried, voice gentle, almost hopeful.

“Don’t.” Your voice was ice over an ocean of exhaustion. “Just… don’t.”

He froze, keys still dangling from his fingers, bag slung low on one shoulder. A puddle gathered around his sneakers. Outside, thunder rumbled like the world wanted to echo you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, softly, as if he didn’t already know.

“What’s wrong?” The laugh that cracked out of you was sharp, painful. “It’s our anniversary, Felix. Did you even remember?”

He dropped the keys with a metallic clatter, stepping forward like he might make it better with proximity. You took a step back, the distance a shield.

“I know what day it is,” he said, quieter now, like he was trying not to wake a sleeping animal that might bite. “I swear baby-”

“Don’t call me that.” The way your voice broke made something inside you twist. “I waited for you. Like a fool. Again. Do you even care? Or am I just… a filler? A pit stop between everything else that’s more important?”

Rain battered the hallway window behind him. He blinked, mouth parting, words bubbling up only to die on his tongue. You watched him try to pick the right lie, the gentle one, the one that would hurt the least.

“I don’t want you to fix me,” you whispered, throat tight, eyes stinging. “I just want you here. I just want you. That’s all I’ve ever asked.”

He stepped closer again, slower this time. You didn’t move. Couldn’t. You were too tired to run from him tonight. Too tired to brace for the same old ache.

He turned, reached behind the half-open door, like he’d hidden something from the storm. When he turned back, your breath caught in your chest.

A bouquet spilled from his hands, roses so red they looked black in the low light, baby’s breath tangled like frost. A silky ribbon drooped, damp at the ends. In his other hand, a glossy shopping bag, the corner of a receipt still peeking out like proof he’d tried.

“I didn’t forget,” he said, voice almost childlike. “I wanted to surprise you. I thought, I thought you’d smile.”

You looked at him, really looked. The wet, platinum blonde hair curling at his temples, the freckles dusted across his nose, the way the streetlight behind him caught the tears that weren’t rain on his lashes. He looked like a boy, not a man, standing there soaked and sorry.

“Felix…” You pressed your palms to your eyes, trying to push back the sting. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I wanted it to be special,” he murmured. “I thought… I thought I could still do something right.”

He set the flowers down on the cluttered coffee table, careless with the fancy bag, like none of it mattered now that you were looking at him like this. He stepped forward, hands warm on your wrists, coaxing your fingers away from your face. His thumbs caught the tears before they could fall all the way.

“Please don’t cry,” he whispered, forehead brushing yours. His breath smelled like rain and cold night air. “I’m here. I’m staying. I promise.”

You searched his eyes for the truth, for the same old lie. You found both, wrapped in that stupid, sincere, reckless love of his. You hated him for it. Loved him more for it.

A sharp laugh tore out of you before you could swallow it down. “You always do this, Felix. Always. Promises you can’t keep. Birthdays, dinners, weekends, you vanish and I’m left here setting the table for two like an idiot.”

His jaw tightened, rain still dripping off his hair. “You think I want to miss those things?” he shot back, voice low but sharp. “You think I like picturing you alone, waiting on food that’s gone cold, because I’m halfway across the world in another hotel room?”

You flinched. His words cracked something open in you. But you pressed on, stubborn. “You could call. You could text. Just something. You disappear for hours, days..”

“Because I’m working,” he snapped, louder now, frustration bleeding through the careful calm he always wore for you. “I’m working, angel. For us. For this. For you.” He gestured helplessly around the room, the lights, the rent, the gifts, the life you’d built in the gaps between his tours. “You think I don’t hate it too? I miss you more than you miss me, you know that?”

You opened your mouth, ready to throw back another hurt, but the words caught in your throat. Because he looked so tired. Bone-deep tired. Dark circles blooming under his eyes, the kind that no makeup could hide on stage. The hoodie clung to him like second skin, rainwater soaking into the floor you’d mopped clean hours ago in a stupid rush to make the apartment perfect.

Your chest caved in on itself. “I know,” you said, quieter now, the fight slipping through your fingers. “I know you do. I just..” You wiped at your cheeks, embarrassed by the mess of yourself. “I just get so lonely, Lix. And then I get mean. I’m sorry. I know it’s not fair.”

He stepped closer, tentative, like he thought you might push him away again. “I’d give it up for you,” he whispered, voice hoarse with truth. “All of it. I swear to God, I would. But you’d hate me for it. And you know it.”

Your breath caught, a soft sound in the hush between you. You hated how right he was. Hated how much you wanted him to shine, even when it scorched you.

Felix let out a quiet sigh, like he’d been holding it in for weeks. He stepped closer, close enough that the damp heat of him soaked into your skin. His hands found yours, cold from the rain but careful as they threaded through your fingers. He lifted your knuckles to his lips and pressed a kiss there, warm and soft and trembling a little.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered against your skin. “I’m so, so sorry, baby. I hate hurting you. I hate that I make you feel alone. I swear I never want you to feel like that.”

Your chest cracked wider, relief and regret flooding through the cracks. “I shouldn’t have said all that,” you murmured. “I know you’re trying. I know it’s not easy. I just… miss you too much sometimes.”

He let out a soft laugh, breathless. His thumbs brushed over your pulse like he could calm the storm inside you by touch alone. He leaned in, nose brushing yours, eyes so close you could see the flecks of tired gold in them.

“I made a reservation,” he said, voice like a secret meant just for you. “I swear. At that place you kept showing me on TikTok, the fancy rooftop one. I thought we could watch the city lights and pretend we don’t have to share the world with anyone else.”

Your breath hitched, your lips parting, but he stole the words from you with a kiss. Slow, tender, tasting of rain and apologies. He kissed you like he was reminding himself you were real, that this, the two of you, was still here to come home to.

When he pulled back, his grin, that crooked, sunshine grin, broke through the shadows under his eyes. “Go put on that dress,” he said, brushing your hair from your face with a touch so gentle it made your eyes sting again. “The one you sent me a photo of, remember? You looked so pretty, angel. Wear it for me tonight, yeah?”

You let out a shaky laugh, half-sob, half-love. You nodded, forehead resting against his. “Okay. But you’re changing too. I’m not going out with a drowned puppy.”

He chuckled, pressing another kiss to the corner of your mouth, like he couldn’t help himself. “Deal. Just don’t run away while I shower, okay?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered.

The city spread out below you in a glittering sprawl of lights and distant thunderclouds. The rooftop restaurant was all soft music and warm, flickering candlelight, the kind of place you’d both scrolled past a hundred times and sighed about visiting one day. Tonight, Felix made it real.

He hadn’t let go of your hand since you stepped out of the cab, his palm warm and sure on your thigh under the linen-draped table. He kept brushing his thumb over your knuckles, like he still couldn’t believe you were really here, beside him, in that dress.

“You look unreal,” he murmured, low enough that only you could hear over the soft clink of glasses and distant hum of laughter. His eyes flicked down to where the silk neckline dipped, then back up with a grin that made your cheeks warm. “I knew you’d look perfect in it.”

You nudged his ankle with yours under the table. “You’re not so bad yourself, Lee Felix.” He’d traded the hoodie for a crisp black shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to show his wrists, hair pushed back and still a little damp at the ends. He looked expensive and soft and yours.

Halfway through dessert, a tiny chocolate something you both barely touched, he shifted, cleared his throat, and slipped his hand into his pocket.

“Okay, don’t freak out,” he said, trying for casual but failing completely. He pulled out a small white box, the LV logo stamped in gold that caught the candlelight and made your stomach flip.

“Felix no-” you started, but he cut you off with that sunshine grin, soft and almost shy.

“I wanted to give you this earlier. But… we were busy yelling at each other.” His laugh was soft, self-deprecating. He nudged the box across the table with two fingers. “Happy third anniversary, angel.”

Your hands shook just a little as you lifted the lid. Inside, nestled in velvet, was a necklace, delicate, glinting gold with the tiniest, sparkling charm at its center. Elegant. Timeless. Just enough to say I love you without needing words.

“Felix…” you breathed. The city lights blurred a little at the edges. “It’s beautiful. You didn’t have to..”

“I wanted to,” he cut in, voice gentle but firm. He reached over, lifted the necklace out like it was spun glass. “Turn around for me?”

You did. His fingers brushed your neck, cool metal kissing your skin as he fastened the clasp. When he was done, he pressed a soft kiss just below your ear, sending shivers all the way to your toes.

“You deserve everything,” he whispered, lips brushing your skin. “Everything I can give you. And more.”

When you turned back, his eyes were so warm it almost hurt to hold them. He tugged your hand back into his lap, kissed your fingers one by one like they were the only thing worth worshipping in this whole shining city.

“Thank you,” you murmured, voice thick.

He smiled, that sunshine smile that made you forgive him every time. “Thank you. For staying. For still choosing me.”

Outside, the city pulsed on. But here, above it all, it felt like just the two of you, your hand in his, his smile soft and golden under the candlelight. And for tonight, that was enough.

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kick127 · 2 days ago

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📲 sending SKZ random pictures of them !

❀ chan

❀ lee know

❀ changbin

❀ hyunjin

❀ jisung

❀ felix

❀ seungmin

❀ jeongin

#stray kids fake scenario #stray kids fake texts #stray kids #stray kids texts #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids x y/n #bangchan x reader #leeknow x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #i.n x reader

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leriexoxo · 4 days ago

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SKZ HEADCANONS (18+)

Stray Kids And Everything About Their Cum💦 (OT8)

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🌸Bang Chan

Taste: Pineapple-sweet with a faint salt edge, smooth and so drinkable it’s unreal.

Details: He stays sipping pineapple juice like it’s holy water, and it shows. His cum is thick but not gross—just enough to coat your tongue and slide down easy. When he cums, he grabs your hair, mutters a deep “Fuck, baby…” and watches you like you’re a new discovery.

Extras: Will literally cum again if you swallow and open your mouth after. Might say, “All that for me? Didn’t waste a drop, huh?”

Reaction to you tasting it for the first time

The moment your lips close around the tip and you swallow without hesitation, he freezes—eyes wide, jaw clenched, chest heaving. He watches you lick the corner of your mouth and his dick twitches again, still sensitive but hardening anyway.

“Fuck,” he growls, voice low and wrecked. “You really swallowed it? All of it?”

And when you hum, eyes heavy and dirty just for him, he lets out a broken laugh, running a hand through his hair.

“Jesus. You’re gonna ruin me.”

🦋Lee Know

Taste: Creamy with a sweet almond or vanilla undertone, like melted soft-serve and sin.

Details: It’s unexpectedly smooth but there’s a lot. He’ll pull your face down and let it shoot deep, holding you there till you gulp every drop. His orgasm face? Glorious. He doesn’t moan, he hisses—low and dangerous.

Extras: Will swipe a thumb into your mouth and make you suck the rest off with a “You better not waste it.”

Reaction to you tasting it for the first time

He smirks when you don’t hesitate, but the second you look up while you swallow, that smirk dies. His gaze sharpens.

“That good, huh?” he murmurs, walking his fingers up your jaw.

You nod slowly, maybe even open your mouth to show there’s nothing left, and that’s it—he’s pulling you up, kissing you hard with tongue and teeth.

“Next time,” he rasps, “you’re getting it twice.”

🍑Changbin

Taste: Hot, musky, and strong—like spicy cinnamon and pure testosterone.

Details: When he cums, it spurts, thick and aggressive. There’s no warning—just a choked groan and then a whole damn flood. You’ll feel it coat your throat and he’ll love when you gag a little, still swallowing.

Extras: Might grab your chin after and spit in your mouth, then say “Now you’re full of me. Just like you should be.”

Reaction to you tasting it for the first time

His mouth drops open when he sees you really go for it, not even flinching as you take every drop.

“Fuck, baby… you took it all?”

His voice is awed, almost boyish in shock, but his grip on your hair tightens when you look smug.

“Oh, you like it,” he groans. “That’s so hot—holy shit, that’s so hot.”

Might start jacking himself again just watching your tongue flick your lip, whispering, “You want more?”

😈Hyunjin

Taste: Tropical—like pineapple and mango mixed with something perfumed. Sexy and rich.

Details: His release is light but so hot—you feel it before you taste it. He’ll cum with his mouth open, eyes locked on yours, whispering shit like “Take it all, angel.” He tastes like temptation—addicting and impossible to spit out.

Extras: After he cums, he needs a sloppy kiss, moaning into your mouth as he tastes himself on your tongue.

Reaction to you tasting it for the first time

The moment your tongue swirls and you moan around it like you love the taste, Hyunjin’s entire soul leaves his body.

He stares at you like you’re a wet dream in 4K.

“You… that was…” He trails off, then crawls forward, kissing you open-mouthed, messy, desperate.

“I wanna cum in your mouth every fucking day,” he moans, already pressing his cock back to your lips. “You were made for it.”

🍀Jisung

Taste: Wild—tangy, a little sour, but kinda good? Like sour gummy worms laced with sex.

Details: It’s explosive. He cums hard and fast, holding your head down with both hands as he spills down your throat with a broken “Fuckfuckfuck—yes, fuck.” It’s messy, chaotic, and so him.

Extras: Might be shaking, laughing, and begging to do it again the second you swallow. He’s absolutely feral for the taste of his own cum on your lips.

Reaction to you tasting it for the first time

He short circuits. Like glitching. He cums, you swallow, and he just stares—wide-eyed, panting, pupils blown.

“No fucking way you did that,” he breathes. “You’re… oh my god.”

He starts rambling—

“You’re insane. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever—wait—did it taste okay? Do I taste weird? Do you like it?”

But then you lick your lips again and he shuts up, eyes rolling back like you just made him cum a second time.

💋Felix

Taste: Sweet like honey butter or vanilla icing—almost too good to be real.

Details: His cum is soft, warm, and doesn’t hit too hard—but the way he moans? Baby, it’ll melt you. He cums slow, rolling his hips like he wants to drown you in it. When he sees you swallow, his eyes go dark.

Extras: “So sweet for me,” he’ll whisper, fingers stroking your throat like he’s memorizing the path it took inside you.

Reaction to you tasting it for the first time

His voice breaks the second you swallow.

“Oh—oh baby…”

His eyes soften, but his cock jerks. He stares like you’re the most divine thing he’s ever seen.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he whispers, flushed and trembling. “But you did. For me.”

He kisses you sweetly, cupping your face with trembling hands—then pauses, smirks, and goes:

“…Did I taste good?”

Boy wants a full review.

🫐Seungmin

Taste: Clean with a herbal, minty finish. Think green tea mixed with sin.

Details: Seungmin’s the slow-burn—you don’t get his cum unless you earn it. But when he finally lets go? It’s intense. He’ll cum with a low growl, one hand wrapped around your throat as he watches you choke on it, whispering, “Swallow. Be good.”

Extras: If you whimper around him, he’ll smirk, and say, “Didn’t expect it to taste that good, did you?”

Reaction to you tasting it for the first time

He watches very carefully. When you take him to the back of your throat and swallow, he doesn’t speak—just stares.

There’s a long pause. Then, in that cold, dangerously low voice:

“Swallowing without being told?”

He leans in, thumb on your tongue.

“Be careful. You’re gonna make me greedy.”

He doesn’t smile, but his cock twitches like he’s ready to go again immediately. You’re his now—and he knows it.

🎀Jeongin

Taste: Light and slightly sweet, like coconut milk and sweat. Innocent but addictive.

Details: He’s still learning what he likes, but he lives to cum in your mouth. It’s not heavy, but his reactions make up for it—eyes wide, lips parted, hips twitching as he cries your name while cumming down your throat.

Extras: He’ll be breathless after, cheeks flushed, stammering, “Did I… did you really…?” and then immediately get hard again watching you lick your lips.

Reaction to you tasting it for the first time

He gasps when he cums, hips jerking—and when he realizes you’re swallowing it? He loses his mind.

“You—oh my god, you’re swallowing?!”

His face turns red, lips parted in disbelief and awe. He watches you lick your lips and has to physically restrain himself from diving in for a kiss.

“That was…” he pants. “I didn’t even think—did it taste okay? I… I wanna do that again. Please.”

Already hard again, poor baby’s addicted now.

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Authors note: I’M OVULATING 🫠 That’s the only excuse i have for this 🌝

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I a m Y O U

stray kids ot8 x reader | one stolen hoodie, eight emotional collapses, zero survivors

💙 synopsis: You haven’t seen them in months. Your summer internship kept you grounded in the city while they were halfway across the world, living on stages and under spotlights. But tonight? Tonight, they’re 35 minutes away. So you show up. Front row, wearing the hoodie that mysteriously vanished the last time you saw them. And when they spot you during “I am YOU” everything stops.

💌 a/n: this unholy mess of front-row sobbing and hoodie theft was requested by 🍒 anon who really said: “what if you showed up to their concert unannounced wearing their hoodie and ruined their emotional stability in 4K.” and i, being a weak, crumbling creature of love and violence, said: yes. yes i will ruin them one by one like a symphony of heartbreak. none of these boys survived. neither did i. enjoy your hoodie-induced devastation. p.s. reblog for clear skin, front row tickets, hoodie theft immunity, backstage passes, and seven uninterrupted hours of REM sleep p.p.s. this fic cures vitamin D deficiency, glows your aura, and unlocks the memory of him mouthing “you’re mine” from the stage p.p.p.s. if you cry reading this just know i wrote half of it giggling and kicking my feet like a menace. i know what i’ve done

📍credits: @cafekitsune , @dollywons for the dividers

🎧 » I am YOU — Stray Kids « 0:58 ─〇───── 3:24 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

BANG CHAN — "I KNEW IT WAS YOU"

The hardest part wasn’t the distance. Not really. Not the time zones or the silences or even the way his studio chair stayed cold on the left side. The hardest part was not knowing when he’d get to see you next.

You’d tried to reassure him before summer started. Told him you’d be busy with your internship, that hospital rotations were brutal and your preceptor was strict, but you’d try your best to come if the San Francisco stop aligned.

That was the promise: “I’ll try.”

And Chan never wanted to make you feel guilty for chasing your own goals. Still. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t stare at the crowd every city since then, hoping. Silly, maybe. But hope had always been his favourite delusion when it came to you.

What he didn’t know—what he couldn’t know—was that you’d called in every favour you had to leave early. That you sat on a commuter train for over thirty minutes, hoodie zipped to your chin, heartbeat tucked in your throat. That you’d bought the front-row ticket the second they announced the tour, just in case.

And now here you are. Middle of the pit. Dead center. Wearing the black hoodie that went “missing” the last time you stayed with him in Seoul.

He doesn’t see you right away. There’s too much light, too much movement. But then—

"I am YOU~"

The opening notes ring out and the crowd screams.

He turns instinctively toward stage left. And freezes. You. Eyes wide. Smile even wider. Hair windblown, cheeks flushed, that ridiculous hoodie drowning your frame.

It knocks the air right out of him.

He stumbles the tiniest bit—nothing obvious, just a half-step off-beat that only his members would catch. His eyes don’t leave yours. Not when the chorus starts, not when the stage begins shifting behind him. Chan walks forward during his verse, like he’s on autopilot, mic close to his mouth but barely hearing himself sing. He’s so focused on you that the roar of STAYs around you blurs into static.

You’re mouthing the words. Every line. The ones he wrote when he was lonely and uncertain and missing you so badly he couldn’t breathe straight. The ones he sang to remind himself who he was—because you helped him find that again.

He stops in front of you. Too long. Longer than he should. And he smiles. Not the rehearsed one. Not the idol one. It’s the one he gives you when it’s 2AM and you’re both half-asleep on a video call. The one you haven’t seen in person since April.

Then, so quietly you almost miss it, he mouths just for you:

“I knew it was you.”

And god, if the cameras catch the way he wipes his eye as he turns back, well.

Let them.

LEE KNOW — "YOU DIDN’T EVEN WARN ME"

Minho didn’t mind being apart. Not in theory, anyway.

He liked his own space. He liked that you had your own dreams. You were busy with your internship—working long hours at the lab, managing back-to-back shifts, and still finding time to call him when you could. It was what you both signed up for. And he respected that.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t miss you.

He’d never say it first. Never in so many words. But you could tell from the way his texts got shorter after a show. The way he paused on calls a little longer before hanging up. How he kept asking if the San Francisco stop was too far from your apartment—casual, like he didn’t care that much, just... wondering.

You told him you didn’t think you could make it. That work was unpredictable. That you didn’t want to say yes and then disappoint him.

Minho had shrugged.

“Don’t worry about it.” “You sure?” “I’ll survive.”

So when you did get approval for a half-day off and found yourself riding the train into the city with a pit ticket burning a hole in your bag—and his old black hoodie zipped over your body—you knew exactly what you were doing.

You just didn’t know how he’d react. After all, you hadn't told him you were coming. Not a single hint. No cryptic text. No missed calls. No breadcrumb to chase. You knew exactly what kind of risk that was with Minho.

He hated surprises. Hated not knowing. But more than that—he hated missing you. And if he’d known you might be in the crowd tonight, he would’ve lost sleep thinking about it. Would’ve paced backstage for hours, checking the front pit with every light test, paranoid he’d see someone who wasn’t you in your place.

So you kept it quiet. You played it safe. And maybe, just maybe, you wanted to see what would happen when he saw you without warning.

He finds you during the second verse of “I am YOU.”

Not by accident. Not by fate. Minho always scans the crowd with surgical precision. It’s not for show. It’s instinct—something in him always alert, always aware. But tonight, as they reach “I am YOU”, he doesn’t expect anything unusual. He’s already chalked this night up to another blur of lights, sweat, and routine.

And then—

You.

Right in front of him. Front row. Slightly off-center. Grinning like you’ve just gotten away with murder.

His brain short-circuits. His mouth twitches—not quite a smile, not yet. He tilts his head, blinking once, then again. Like you might be a trick of the light. Like he’s waiting for you to vanish.

But you’re still there. Still smiling. Still wearing his hoodie. His eyes drop to it, then snap back up. His expression stays neutral, too neutral—like he’s forcing his face to stay composed because if he doesn’t, it’ll give everything away.

And then, with no warning, he walks straight to your section. No fan service. No dramatic gestures. Just that unreadable Lee Know gaze—burning a hole through your skin.

He stands right in front of you during his verse. Too long. Long enough that you see the flicker behind his eyes. The betrayal of emotion. The tension in his jaw.

And then—finally—he lets the mask crack. A smirk. Small. Dangerous. And when he turns away, it’s with the quietest shake of his head.

Backstage, you barely get two words out before he corners you with folded arms.

“You really showed up like that?”

“Like what?”

“Wearing my hoodie, front row, smiling like you didn’t just rearrange my whole brain mid-choreo.”

He steps closer. “You couldn’t have warned me?”

“Would’ve ruined the effect.”

“...Yeah. It worked.”

He tugs the zipper of the hoodie slightly downward, fingers ghosting your collarbone. “Don’t take it off tonight. That’s mine.”

SEO CHANGBIN — “I THINK I’M GONNA CRY”

Seo Changbin is not the type to let distance make him bitter. He’s the type to send you videos of every weird hotel breakfast he gets. To write you midnight voice memos when the homesickness hits. To squeeze you in between rehearsals, even if it’s just ten minutes of shaky FaceTime with his head halfway under a blanket to block out the light.

But still.

This tour’s been longer than the last one. And your internship’s been brutal—double shifts, unpredictable hours, no days off. You’d warned him you probably couldn’t make it to the U.S. stops, and he’d nodded like he understood. Told you he was proud of you. That he could wait.

But secretly… He circled San Francisco on the setlist anyway. Wrote a little “maybe” next to it in pencil. Just in case.

The stage is on fire by the time they reach “I am YOU.”

Sweat clings to his jawline. His heart’s racing from the last dance break. The lights dim to that familiar blue, and his body falls into muscle memory. He scans the crowd like he always does—out of habit, out of hope. And then—

His world tilts. There you are.

You.

In the middle of the front row, pressed up against the barricade, beaming like he just lit up your whole sky. It takes him a full four counts to believe it. He squints. Blinks. Your grin gets even wider.

Then he sees it: the hoodie.

The grey one he’d “lost” months ago—the one you’d tucked into your carry-on when he wasn’t looking. It’s huge on you. The sleeves are pushed up to your elbows. And the hem brushes mid-thigh.

You look like his.

He forgets the lyrics. His mouth moves on autopilot. His chest feels like it’s caving in and expanding all at once. He drifts toward your side of the stage like a magnet. The lights shift, but he’s locked in. And when he reaches the edge, during the last chorus, he plants his feet in front of you like you’re the only one that matters.

“You make me live~ I am YOU~”

He sings it directly to you. Pointing at you. Eyes glassy.

You’re mouthing the words back, and that’s what breaks him.

His voice wavers on the final note. He spins around quickly, hand over his face like it’s sweat—like he didn’t just almost start sobbing in front of fuck knows how many people.

Backstage, he nearly tackles you the second he sees you.

“I knew you’d come!”

“You looked like you saw a ghost.”

“I saw you, baby—what was I supposed to do? I think I’m gonna cry again.”

And when you tug at the hoodie playfully—

“Missed this?”

“Missed you in it.” Then he kisses your forehead like it’s the only grounding he’s got left.

HWANG HYUNJIN — “IT’S REALLY YOU?”

Hyunjin romanticizes everything—especially when it comes to you. Even the distance. Even the ache.

To him, love is in the details: the way your laugh lingers in his headphones, the scent of your perfume still trapped in his airport hoodie, the bookmarks you left in his poetry collection, pages folded like tiny secrets.

You’ve been apart for three months.

Your internship in the city’s arts foundation started just as tour rehearsals kicked into high gear. You were both swept up—him in choreography and interviews, you in galleries and grant proposals. He never told you just how much he missed you. Not really.

He just started painting again. Your profile from memory. The curve of your shoulders in his hoodie. The way your mouth always softens when you say his name.

He’d asked if there was any chance you’d be at the San Francisco stop. You’d said you’d try. But he heard the exhaustion in your voice. He didn’t want to hope too hard.

Still—every night before bed, he imagined it anyway. You in the crowd. Front row. His girl.

He doesn’t see you right away. Not during the first few songs. Not even during “SLUMP”, when he usually scans the pit.

But then “I am YOU” starts. It’s his favorite moment of the night—one of the only ones that still makes him breathe differently. That reminds him why he started all this in the first place.

And then he sees you.

Dead center. Front row. Wearing his hoodie. His hoodie. The one you’d stolen that rainy night back in February when you missed the bus and stayed over at the dorm. The same one you swore you’d return and never did.

Now it’s zipped halfway down, your hair a little windblown, your eyes glassy.

He stops dancing. It’s not obvious to the fans—he covers well, spins out of it with a quick recovery—but he knows. His body stutters in place. His heart slams against his ribs.

He blinks hard. Like maybe he’s imagining you.

You smile—wide and radiant—and point to the sleeve of the hoodie like a total brat.

He nearly chokes on his own breath.

During the chorus, he walks to the edge of the stage and stops right in front of you. Everything fades. The screams. The lights. The movement. It’s just you.

And when he sings “You make me live~ I am YOU~”, it’s not performance anymore. It’s prayer.

Your hand rises, reaching for him. Just barely.

He doesn't touch—but he lingers. Longer than he should. Longer than the cue allows. And then he mouths it, barely audible, voice cracking in his throat:

“It’s really you?”

You nod. Just once.

He presses a hand to his heart. And smiles. And turns away—just in time for the next beat to drop.

Backstage, he doesn’t run. He floats. Finds you just past the wings, grabs your wrist, and stares like he’s afraid you’ll disappear again.

“I thought I made you up.”

“I didn’t even think you saw me.”

“I always see you.”

Then, quieter: “And you wore that hoodie just to end me, didn’t you?”

“Maybe.”

“...You win.”

He wraps his arms around you and refuses to let go until the staff tells him he’s needed for encore.

HAN JISUNG — “YOU’RE KIDDING ME.”

Long distance was never easy for Jisung. Not because he didn’t trust you—he did. More than anyone. But his head was loud even on the best days, and when you were far away, the noise got worse.

You grounded him. In a world of cameras, pressure, deadlines—you were the one person who reminded him he was human before he was an idol.

So when you left for your summer internship, he said all the right things.

“You’ve got this.” “Go crush it, baby.” “We’ll be fine.”

And you had been. You texted when you could, FaceTimed in the middle of the night, sent him photos of your desk and your favorite corner coffee shop.

But lately… The ache had started creeping in.

He missed you in ways he didn’t know how to put into words. The kind of missing that left him staring at hotel ceilings, hoping your name would light up his screen. The kind that made him write whole verses he never showed anyone—ones that started and ended with you.

You’d said you probably couldn’t make it to the San Francisco stop. He’d said he understood.

But the truth was, it broke his heart a little.

He's mid-second verse of “I am YOU” when it happens. The light cues are shifting, the crowd is screaming, and everything is locked into place—until his eyes fall on the front row.

And his entire brain shuts off.

That’s not— It can’t be— What the f—

You.

Laughing. Glowing. Wearing his damn hoodie like you own the place.

His mouth drops open mid-line. He hits the lyric but forgets the next dance cue. His feet freeze. His mind goes blank. The world blurs out like someone hit the slow-mo filter. All he can see is you, tucked in the hoodie he’s been whining about for months.

You catch his stare and smile like the little demon you are. Then you give a tiny wave.

He lets out an audible “oh my god” into the mic. The members definitely hear it. The camera definitely catches it.

During the chorus, he abandons choreo completely and walks right to your side.

STAYs are screaming. The energy is unreal. But he’s not even blinking. You mouth the words with him. Your hand is over your heart. He sees the way you’re trying not to cry. And suddenly his throat tightens.

He stands in front of you—right in front of you—for the final line.

“I am… you.”

And god help him, he smiles so wide it cracks something open inside.

Backstage, he finds you tucked in the corner behind a staff tent. He pulls you into a hug so hard it knocks the breath from your lungs.

“You’re kidding me.”

“Hi.”

“No. Nope. You can’t just appear like that, what the hell—”

“Surprise?”

“You’re wearing the hoodie. The hoodie. I literally wrote two full songs about this hoodie.”

He pulls back just to cup your face, eyes shining. “You wrecked me. You know that, right?”

“That was the plan.”

“...You’re evil. Stay here forever.”

LEE FELIX — “I THOUGHT I WAS DREAMING.”

Felix never minded being the one who loved a little too loudly.

He was used to pouring himself into the people he cared about — voice notes, care packages, random photos of sunsets that reminded him of you. He didn’t need grand gestures in return. Just knowing you were out there doing your best was enough.

But this summer tested even his sunshine heart.

You were buried in your internship at the children’s hospital, pulling long shifts, juggling research hours, and barely managing sleep. Your last visit had been months ago, and though you’d promised to call whenever you could, Felix could tell how much you were carrying. So he didn’t ask for more. Didn’t guilt you for not being there.

He just whispered your name to the stars some nights. And hoped you were eating well. When you’d said, “I don’t think I can make it to San Francisco”, he nodded. Smiled softly.

“It’s okay. You’re doing important things. I’m proud of you.”

And he meant it. But that didn’t stop him from imagining you in the crowd anyway.

He’s mid-spin when it happens. The stage is lit a dusky blue, the crowd roaring, and the opening verse of “I am YOU” wraps around his shoulders like muscle memory.

Then his gaze falls to the barricade.

He falters. Staggers, barely a half-step. Because there you are. Wearing his black hoodie. The one with the worn-out cuffs and faint lavender scent. The one you used to sleep in, curled up on his couch with your legs in his lap and your cheek against his thigh.

You’re standing there, eyes wide and sparkling, smile stretched across your entire face. And Felix? Felix forgets everything.

Every step. Every cue. Every lyric that comes next. He has to press a palm to his chest to make sure his heart’s still beating.

You wave — tiny, nervous — and his whole expression cracks open.

He lights up like the sun. Like no one else in the world is watching. The camera catches it. The fans catch it. His members catch it. He can’t stop grinning. Even when he tries, it just keeps coming back.

During the second chorus, he crosses the stage and stops in front of your section. He sings directly to you, voice soft even in the swell of the music.

“I am YOU~”

You mouth it back.

He swears he could float.

Backstage, he finds you first. You barely get out a hello before he’s got his arms around you, hoodie sleeve crushed against your cheek.

“I thought I was dreaming,” he whispers.

“You weren’t.”

“You wore it.”

“Still smells like you.”

“...It smells better now.”

He pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes.

“You made everything feel real again.”

KIM SEUNGMIN — “YOU’RE HERE. YOU’RE REALLY HERE.”

Seungmin prided himself on being levelheaded.

He was the one who kept everyone grounded on tour. The one who made sure the setlist was tight, the in-ears were checked, the water bottles were full. He made jokes when the tension rose. Kept his emotions neat, folded, manageable.

That’s how he handled missing you, too. Neatly. Quietly.

You were in the middle of your journalism internship with a local paper—chasing deadlines, editing late, covering last-minute assignments. You always answered when he called, always listened when he needed to vent. But he could hear the tired in your voice lately. You’d apologized for not making the West Coast stops. He told you it was fine.

“It’s not like you can teleport,” he’d said with a half-smile. “You’ll be at the next one.”

He didn’t tell you that he’d set aside a hoodie weeks ago—his hoodie—for you to wear backstage. Just in case. Even if he knew you probably wouldn’t be there.

The first verse of “I am YOU” slips into motion. His body knows the rhythm, down to the second. It’s automatic. Seamless. Comfortable.

Until he turns toward the barricade. Until his gaze lands on you. Dead center. Front row. Hair tucked behind your ears, wearing the gray hoodie you stole from his dorm in February—the one with the frayed sleeves you refused to give back.

You’re beaming. You’re mouthing the lyrics. You’re here.

Seungmin doesn’t blink. He goes completely still for a full measure. His mic is at his lips, but nothing comes out for a split second. His brain short-circuits and reboots all at once.

Then the emotion punches him low in the chest.

He plays it off—barely. Keeps his face composed. But his voice catches on the next line. Just a little. Just enough that Chan turns to glance at him mid-beat.

During the bridge, Seungmin drifts closer to your side of the stage. He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t point. Doesn’t break the fourth wall. But he locks eyes with you the entire time. His brows slightly furrowed, mouth set like he’s trying not to let anything show—except he’s already showing everything.

You lift your hand. Just a small wave. And that’s what undoes him.

He exhales sharply, glances away like he needs to recover, then looks back with something impossibly soft behind his eyes.

Not a smile. Not yet. But something like peace.

Backstage, you’re standing just behind the tech booth when he finds you. He walks up slow, arms crossed over his chest, expression unreadable.

“You’re here,” he says, like he’s testing the words.

“I’m here.”

“You’re really here.”

“Took a train, sprinted from the station. Almost missed soundcheck.”

“You wore that hoodie.”

“I never took it off.”

He huffs a laugh under his breath, finally letting the grin break through. Then he steps in, tugs the hem of the hoodie like he’s checking it’s real.

“Don’t disappear after this,” he murmurs. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

YANG JEONGIN — “IT’S REALLY YOU.”

Jeongin had been trying not to get his hopes up.

Not because he didn’t believe in you—but because he did. You had your dream internship this summer with a film production company in the city, shadowing directors, organizing shoots, even helping scout locations. You were working so hard, and he was so, so proud.

But he also missed you. More than he let on.

You still talked most nights—short calls between tour stops, blurry selfies, the occasional voice memo when he couldn’t sleep. You’d told him you’d try to come to the San Francisco show if the schedule allowed. But you’d sounded uncertain.

“Don’t wait for me,” you’d said. “I always wait for you,” he’d replied.

He hadn’t meant to say it out loud. But it was true.

By the time “I am YOU” starts, he’s accepted that you’re probably not in the crowd. The song means something special to him—he’s always said it’s the one that makes him feel the most seen on stage. So he closes his eyes during the first chorus, breathes through the melody, lets the moment carry him.

And then he opens his eyes. And sees you. Right there. Front row. Grinning so wide your eyes crinkle. Wearing the black hoodie he left at your place in spring—the one that still smells faintly like his detergent and mint shampoo.

You’re watching only him.

And Jeongin freezes. He stares like the air’s been knocked out of him. Like you’ve appeared from a dream and he’s afraid to blink. His body keeps moving—barely. He hits his mark, sings the line. But his voice wobbles, just for a second. He forgets the camera. Forgets the crowd.

Just you.

He drifts to your side without realizing it. Heart hammering. Hands shaking slightly. There’s a flush creeping up his neck even under the lights.

And then he sings “You make me live…” with a look so full of awe, you swear he’s never seen anything more beautiful than you in his hoodie, mouthing the words right back at him.

You lift your hand. You tap your chest—three times. Your silent way of saying “I’m here. I’m yours.”

Jeongin nearly forgets the rest of the song.

Backstage, you’re tucked behind a barricade, waiting. He sees you and breaks into the softest sprint, half-laughing, half-breathless.

“It’s really you,” he says, stopping just inches away.

“It’s me.”

“You came. You really came.”

“Wouldn’t miss this for anything.”

He looks down at the hoodie, touches the cuff where it swallows your hand. “I was gonna ask if you still had it.”

“I never stopped wearing it.”

“...You wrecked me up there, you know that?”

You shrug, smiling. He leans forward, bumping his forehead gently against yours.

“Then wreck me again. Every time. Please.”

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sereia4skz · 2 days ago

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idk if you'd do this but im gonna request anyway just in case.. but can you do a threesome between hyunjin, felix and fem reader, with seungmin coming in later? basically hyunjin is fucking felix while reader rides him, and then seungmin comes back (they're at seunglix dorm) and they try to be quiet but seungmin ends up hearing them anyways, and he can't help but touch himself as he listens to them fucking. seungmin never says anything about it and they think they were successful in being quiet..

oneshot | quiet hours

pairing: hyunjin x felix x reader (ft!seungmin)

genre: smut

warnings: threesome, oral, anal sex, voyeurism (seungmin), exhibitionism, creampie, overstim

word count: 1.3k

masterlist: A-Side (texts) | B-Side (written)

Seunglix’s dorm is unusually peaceful. Seungmin had left earlier to run errands, and Felix had been lounging with you ever since, legs tangled under a blanket, heads together, warmth shared in quiet touches more than words.

Hyunjin had been watching.

He’d claimed the armchair across from the couch, pretending to scroll through his phone, but his eyes kept drifting, from Felix’s hand resting low on your thigh to the way you tucked your face into his neck, giggling softly as he whispered something in your ear.

“You two look like a couple,” Hyunjin finally says, head tilted lazily. “Did I miss a memo?”

Felix grins but doesn’t move. “Don’t act jealous, Jinnie.”

“Who says I’m jealous?” Hyunjin tosses his phone aside and leans forward, forearms braced on his knees. “I’m just wondering if you’d let me join.”

Your eyes meet Felix’s for a beat, a glance that says we talked about this, and he raises a brow at you like he’s handing the decision over.

You stretch your legs across Felix’s lap and smile at Hyunjin. “What do you want to do if we say yes?”

Hyunjin stands up. Walks over. Drops to his knees in front of the couch, resting his hands on your thighs. “First?” he murmurs. “I want to taste you.”

You lift your hips just enough for Felix to push your shorts down, his fingers brushing your bare thighs. “Already wet,” he mutters, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Guess Jinnie’s not the only one that’s been watching.”

You giggle, shifting to rest your back against Felix’s chest. He strokes your hair as Hyunjin leans forward, mouth hot and eager against your inner thigh.

The first swipe of his tongue makes you jolt.

“F-Fuck,”

Felix tightens his arms around you. “Relax, baby. Let him take care of you.”

Hyunjin hums against your clit like he’s agreeing, then drags his tongue up the center of your pussy again, slower this time. He flattens it against you, lips soft but insistent, mouth moving in deep, practiced circles. When he sucks, really sucks, your legs twitch and Felix presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“She’s shaking,” Felix teases. “You’re really showing off.”

Hyunjin looks up at you with a glint in his eye. “Not yet.”

Two fingers push inside you, and your head falls back with a quiet cry.

Felix nuzzles your temple. “That’s it, baby. Be loud for us.”

Felix is already leaking by the time you slide off his lap, your thighs trembling from how hard you came just from Hyunjin’s mouth, Hyunjin pulls back, licking his lips like he’s proud of himself. He’s panting, lips parted, flushed all the way down his chest.

“I wanna ride him,” you murmur, brushing sweat-matted curls from Felix’s forehead. “But we should get him ready first.”

Felix blinks up at you, dazed. “You’re not already?”

You laugh softly, kissing his cheek. “I meant both of us.”

Hyunjin smirks, reaching for the lube in the drawer. “C’mere, baby.”

Felix lets Hyunjin coax him to lay flat on the couch, head in your lap, legs spread between the two of you. You lean over, kissing his chest while Hyunjin slicks his fingers and nudges one gently against his entrance.

Felix flinches, then relaxes as Hyunjin murmurs, “Easy, baby. Let me in.”

You watch Hyunjin work slowly, lovingly, one finger, then two, scissoring carefully as Felix writhes under his touch.

“He’s so responsive,” Hyunjin breathes, dark eyes locked on the way Felix’s hole flutters around his fingers. “I bet he’d open up even faster with your mouth.”

You grin.

Felix’s eyes widen as you slide down the couch and settle between his thighs. “W-Wait, are you really?”

“Shh,” you coo, kissing his thigh. “Let us take care of you.”

Your tongue flicks against his rim, teasing, while Hyunjin’s fingers keep moving inside him. Felix shouts, hands flying to cover his mouth as you start to eat him out in earnest, tongue pressing in with slow, wet strokes, each one making him sob harder.

“F-Fuck noona- Jinnie fuck, it’s too much…”

Hyunjin groans. “You’re so good for us, Lix.”

You lap at him while Hyunjin curls his fingers just right, and Felix bucks between you, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes.

You pull back just long enough to whisper, “Ready?”

Felix nods desperately.

Hyunjin slides his fingers out slowly, licking them clean before grabbing a condom.

You shift your weight, straddling Felix’s hips now, and guide him to your entrance with a soft sigh. He slides in slow, inch by inch, until you’re seated fully on his lap, thighs shaking.

“Fucking hell,” Felix breathes, fingers bruising your hips. “You feel so good…”

You roll your hips experimentally, already dizzy, but the sound of a condom package tearing pulls your attention back to Hyunjin, still behind you, cock hard in his hand.

“Ready for more?” he asks.

You nod. Felix wraps his arms around you.

Hyunjin slicks his cock, positions himself at Felix’s entrance, and pushes in carefully.

Felix moans loud, his whole body trembling as he’s filled from both ends.

You lean in close, nose brushing his cheek. “You’re doing so good, baby…”

Hyunjin groans low in his throat. “Fuck, you’re tight, just relax, Lixie.”

The three of you move together, slow and careful at first. You ride Felix gently, gasping as his cock hits every perfect spot inside you, while Hyunjin thrusts into him from behind, strong, steady strokes that drive Felix deeper into you.

“Gonna lose my mind,” Felix whines, eyes fluttering shut. “You’re both- fuck, I can’t,”

You clench around him, chasing your own high. “You can, baby. We’ve got you.”

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Seungmin’s key turns in the lock.

He steps inside quietly, earbuds in, plastic bags dangling from his fingers. The moment he shuts the door, though, something feels off.

Muffled voices. A thump.

He freezes in the hallway. Pulls one earbud out.

A moan echoes down the corridor, faint, but unmistakable. Someone gasps. Someone begs.

Seungmin’s eyes widen.

He should leave. Or announce himself. Or anything.

But instead, he tiptoes toward his room, sets the bags down silently, and leans back against his door.

They’re in the living room.

They’re fucking in the living room.

He hears your voice, breathless: “You’re so deep, baby, can you take more for me?”

Felix whimpers, loud.

And Hyunjin grunts: “You like this? Being stuffed full like a little cockslut?”

Seungmin’s cock throbs.

He slides a hand into his sweats without thinking, stroking himself slow and silent as he listens to the filthy symphony spilling down the hall.

Back on the couch, you’re a mess, hair sticking to your face, thighs trembling, slick dripping down both of you as you bounce on Felix’s cock.

Hyunjin’s pace behind him has picked up, driving harder into Felix with each thrust. The wet slap of skin on skin echoes louder now, Felix sandwiched between you, moaning shamelessly.

You lean in and kiss him, soft and sloppy. “You’re such a good boy, Lix…”

Hyunjin groans. “Fuck, I’m close.”

“So am I-” you gasp. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Felix lets out a strangled cry as you tighten around him, body shaking as your orgasm crashes down. He follows almost immediately, cock pulsing inside you, tears in his eyes as he sobs out your name.

Hyunjin thrusts one final time and stills, filling Felix with a low, broken groan.

All three of you collapse together, sweaty and tangled.

And Seungmin comes silently. One hand over his mouth, the other working his cock fast and desperate. Your cries send him over the edge, your voice thick with pleasure, Felix’s sobs, Hyunjin’s panting growls.

He spills onto his stomach, wrist clenched between his teeth to stifle any sound. He lays there, breathless, shaking. And when he hears the muffled laughter and soft kisses echo down the hall… he turns onto his side and grins to himself.

They really thought they were quiet. He never mentions it. They never ask him when he got home.

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jeondesu · 5 days ago

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WRONG PERSON, RIGHT TIME ! pt. 2

⌯ your life seemingly changes overnight when you get caught up in a dating scandal with a popular streamer that you’ve never met !

── ✧ ˚. ꒰ 𝓹airing ꒱ ˒˓ streamer!felix x youtuber!f!reader ˒˓ strangers to friends to lovers 𝓰enre/𝓽ags. smau, fluff, some angst (not much tho ?), cursing, joonie from ichillin as faceclaim, slightly suggestive language, kys/kms jokes

part 1 | part 3 𓂅

[ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. ] — new chp out ayyyy 😛 i just wanna say thank you guys sm for all the love and support on the first part like omggg i’m so happy so many of you like how it’s going so far !! lmk your thoughts on this one and the next part should be out within the next few days <33

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rosylix · 14 hours ago

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omg i had this idea for a fic and i immediately ran to you for it

college felix x reader (i love everglow sm) where reader has freckles but hides them w makeup and felix finds out and is super betrayed bcs like, they could’ve been matching and she didn’t tell him ?? like it’s super fluffy and sweet and hes being so overdramatic about reader also having freckles

𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬

pairing: felix × gn!reader

content: just felix being dramatic and silly

a/n: tysm for loving everglow!! 🫶 i think this has been sitting in my inbox since february and.. i am so sorry. not a fic but i wrote out some fake texts thats hopefully better than nothing! i hope you're still hanging around and see this anon 😭

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kkochigomi · 2 days ago

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skz reacting to a member walking in on you guys

hyung line + HH | maknae line

warnings/tags; dubcon, gn!reader, sub!reader dom!member, exhibitionism, voyeurism, ass eating, roughhousing, riding, sweaty!Jeongin, sweat licking, bad descriptions of a basketball game, poorly edited

It started with you being a backup dancer for one comeback, then goofing around with the members while rehearsing, to you hanging out with them regularly. There are a lot of people in and out of there, all of the friends they've garnered over the years. You're also friends with other idols, so it never occurred to you. You know, you with them.

For the guys, it was an unspoken rule to not fuck their best friends. At least, not in a heat of the moment kind of way. Just in general, not doing impulsive shit will fare better for anyone in the long run.

However, sometimes shit happens. That shit happens to be your most recent backup dancing gig. Let's go through what happens when a certain member caves first.

⦊ Han Jisung ⦉

You don’t really see Jisung as an option for sex or romance. Why? Well. He’s a dork. All he does is laugh loudly and fall out of chairs and look around like it was someone else’s fault. Maybe people would notice his dorito build if he wasn’t always breaking out into song maliciously. And so loud.

being walked in on

So it’s safe to say what happened was heat of the moment. It was a whirlwind. All you remember is that Jisung got quieter in your vicinity. Jisung can’t focus anymore when you’re in the room. All he thinks about is your ass in those shorts and that move where you spread your legs. If you read the previous part with hyung line, I feel like we’re acquainted enough by now. Jisung wants to bury his face in your ass. He wants to worship it. He wants a lap dance. He wants you to sit on his face. Thoughts like this are all that plagues his mind when he sees you. He doesn’t even need the video when masturbating like Chan, he can cum on the thought alone.

Not only have you noticed his change in demeanor, you’ve caught him staring at your ass. That’s when the thoughts of you with him started in your mind. You didn’t think it was possible but the thought isn’t that bad. His dorito build is suddenly very apparent. So you sit on his bed, taking in how he’s looking at you for eyed, and you let yourself cave. You kiss him, pleased by how hungrily he’s kissing back. He breaks the kiss to whisper a breathy “I need to taste you”.

And that’s how Jisung’s dreams come true. You’re surprised by how good he is, making you wonder how often he’s done it. Doesn’t matter right now, not with how good it feels. You moan into his comforter uncontrollably, the sensation feeling unbearably good.

All it takes is two syllables for the ecstasy to be replaced by fear and embarrassment.

“Someone—"

Jisung pops his mouth off your ass and falls to the ground as you collapse to the bed and fumble to cover your lower half.

“— finally ate your ass,” Minho says smugly. As you sit there, annoyed as all get out, Jisung is staring blankly at Minho, surprised at how he’s still hard despite his shock and embarrassment at Minho’s presence.

walking in

Jisung likes to be dominated. Doesn’t matter who it is or what they identify as, he wants to be submissive. So hearing your pitiful moans being shoved out of you on his way to get some fruit was less arousing. Plus, he couldn’t even believe what he was hearing, let alone seeing. Nothing like seeing bare asses when you’re not meant to.

“Oh— Hooooly shit!” his hands instinctively fly to his head, his poor phone falling to its demise in the process. Minho looks at him with a fierce fire raging in his eyes after he and you frantically pull your bottoms up.

“Why are you just standing there?!”

Jisung didn't know why. It didn’t occur to him to ask why he was having sex in the kitchen. He was too mortified.

⦊ Felix Lee ⦉

Felix was— in a way— the endearing version of Jisung. Everything you found (playfully) annoying about Jisung, you found cute and funny about Felix. When things were quiet, there was this docile nature to Felix. It made you want to cuddle with him. Platonically, right?

being walked in on (this is long, I’m ovulating and just watched an edit with him lol)

So you asked him and his eyes lit up without him even knowing. Again, he’s just so cute. You guys would cuddle up on the couch mostly, wrapped tightly in a blanket you shared. Oh but do nOT be mistaken. It’s not soft and romantic like watching movies with Hyunjin. Not when Felix is biting your shoulder or putting you in a headlock or smacking your ass. Felix LOVED to wrestle and roughhouse. He had this jokingly short temper. One joke at his expense and he was shaking you by the shoulders.

But all this wrestling had to culminate in something. That something being the two of you on his bedroom floor, tired and heaving as he has your hands pinned above your head to keep you from retaliating. Hyunjin still technically caved first, but something shifted between you and Felix soon after. With you pinned under him and your shirt riding up, he couldn’t help himself. You two didn't kiss, but his hands slid from your wrists, down your chest, to your exposed waist. You grab his forearms, the intensity of the tension weighing on you. It was a pre-established something from the moment you started cuddling. That’s why his hands on you was so intense that night, you two developed a craving for each other’s touch. After that you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. You would make it a point to sit next to him and he would do the same. He would absentmindedly trace shapes on your skin or throw his arm around your shoulder.

The roughhousing started getting steamy quick. You would have to move to his or your bedroom, lest Seungmin catch you two kissing each other’s necks and eventually lips. It was intoxicating, kissing him. He tasted so good and you couldn’t get enough of feeling him against you. Maybe subconsciously you were imagining him on that stage. His imagination surely went wild when he saw the video. He immediately got a hard on and had to excuse himself. It was over at that point. He was pushing your shirt over your head and going to town on your nipples with his tongue and teeth. You were fiendish from the pleasure, bucking into him and moaning pathetically. His pants were just barely pushed down enough to free his semi-hard cock. He used his haphazard methods to get your sweatpants down as well, refusing to unlatch from your chest.

With your legs wrapped around his waist, he thrusts into you. Between slobbery kisses, you pant against each other’s skin. It isn’t long before he’s flipping you over, running his hands down the slope of your back as he slams into you from behind. The bed frame is smacking aggressively against the wall now, almost drowning out the feverish moans from you two.

A knock at the door has you shooting up and placing your hand against Felix’s stomach to stop his thrusting. Seungmin walks in without waiting for a reply.

“I’m trying to read,” he states simply, not shocked at all by what he’s seeing. Felix is utterly unaffected by Seungmin’s presence. In fact, he’s still thrusting. And you can feel that he’s harder now.

“Cool. Go to a cafe,” he responds half heartedly.

walking(?) in

It was a fun night. You, Seungmin, and Felix were watching The Suicide Squad and laughing your asses off. Eating popcorn, throwing popcorn, popping more because (mostly you and Felix) threw it all. And then to top it off, Felix got to take a nice little nap. Things were normal when he fell asleep, but when he woke up, he felt rigorous movement next to him. He opened his eyes to see a blob illuminated by the TV. Underneath a blanket was you seemingly riding Seungmin. You both were suppressing your moans pretty poorly.

More than anything, Felix was shocked by Seungmin’s arms resting on the back of the couch, watching you with his head craned back. Very lazy if you ask Felix.

“Smack her ass or something man.”

You flinch and nearly fall backward before Seungmin catches you. You both look over, lingering in an awkward silence.

“You’re being nosy and critical?” Seungmin says in disbelief, breaking the silence.

“I’m not nosy, you guys are fucking right next to me.”

⦊ Kim Seungmin ⦉

Seungmin has always had an air of authority to him. Despite being three years his junior, Seungmin’s authoritative side is more of a mainstay compared to Chan. Chan needs to be authoritative as a leader, but most of the time he’s just so sunny. Seungmin knows what he wants and he’s not afraid to say it. You're not ashamed to say it turned you on a little.

being walked(?) in on

You told him as much. It was under the guise of a joke, but Seungmin detected and accepted the underlying truth of it. But Seungmin was a tease, and he wasn’t in a hurry. Hence, the slow burn. Yes, Seungmin liked sex, but he wasn’t foaming at the mouth for it.

At least, not until the video. All he wanted was to order you around, and the fact that that turned you on had him adjusting the crotch of his pants. You were coming out of the bathroom when Seungmin pulled you into his room and shut the door. He shoved you against it and held you by your shoulders.

“Wanna be good?”

You nod emphatically, not even phased by the suddenness of it all. He feels his cock throb. He bites his lip as his grabs you by the chin.

“Open up,” He whispers and you drop your jaw open. He drop a ball of spit slowly into your mouth before closing it for you.

“Good. Then be patient.”

And then he just leaves. He even has the gall to ask Felix if he wants to watch a movie with you and him. Felix says yes and now you're on the couch sandwiched between the man who had you pinned to the ground last week and the one who just spit in your mouth. Naturally you try to subtly seduce Seungmin enough to make him give in and take you to his room, but he has the nerve to swat your hand away. Each advance is met with him moving away from you or removing your hands from him.

So you were pissed. By the time Felix fell asleep, you had a grudge against Seungmin. Now he wants to lean over and squeeze your thigh. You give him the same treatment, swatting his hand away. He’s quick to wrap his hand around your throat and squeeze. If his had on your thigh wasn't enough to send heat to your groin, this surely was.

“What about ‘be patient’ is hard to understand?”

None of it, and neither are the subsequent demands. Stand in front of him, take your pants and underwear off, take his off, straddle him, ride him to get yourself off. Oh he was punishing you big time. No pleas to squeeze your nipples, choke you, slap you, or anything was entertained. You just had to bounce on his cock toward your climax. Before you could get there, Felix’s voice startled you, completely void of grogginess.

“Smack her ass or something man.”

If you weren’t so alarmed you’d fervently agree.

Yeah, when Seungmin replies he’s a little annoyed, but he doesn’t read as angry at all. You're surprised to see how unaffected he is.

He is still undoubtedly hard, by the way.

walking in

You and Felix aren't as quiet as you think you're being. Or maybe it's because Seungmin is reading and needs to focus. He could just go to his room where there will be another degree of separation...

But he's already knocking on the door. Felix hadn't even stopped moaning by the time Seungmin opened the door. Of course Felix isn't stopping, even after Seungmin speaks. He expected as much. Seungmin wonders if one day he'll just cave and ask Seungmin to join. He's begging for it.

⦊ Yang Jeongin ⦉

Jeongin was one of the members you were closest too, but the furthest away from anything sexual or romantic. You were close to Felix and Hyunjin, but the thought wasn't impossible with them. Jeongin is your right-hand-man. He is who you go to for advice and gossip. He's who you told about Hyunjin and Felix and he (rightfully) treats the saga like his Monday night soaps.

being walked in on (OOPS THIS IS LONG TOO I NEED DICK)

Jeongin held a lot of shame about how the video made him feel. Where should he start? With how much is at stake? How this would make you feel? How he would feel if any of the guys found out? If Chan was the most dedicated to keeping the status quo, Jeongin was the second most dedicated. But he didn't think like you. He was attracted to you the minute you danced backup for them. He valued you as a friend, though. What ensued was something between heat of the moment and a slow burn

You noticed a difference, it was slight enough that you convinced yourself you were being delusional. Took me long enough to mention it, but you didn't think anything of them seeing your fancam. Sure it was sexy and you felt sexy doing it, but you underestimated just how sexy you were. You thought they'd just comment on the choreography or your performance. You did find it weird that not ONE of them commented on it (in the universe where Jeongin caves first). You were a little sad, because even your best friend had nothing to say. Your most popular fancam and Jeongin is silent. You even probe for information but he tenses up. The signs are starting to build up...

Jeongin is responsible for your recent obsession with basketball, the two of you play whenever you're both free. You're both weirdly quiet this time, though, something weighing heavy on both your minds. The way he tensed up after you brought up the fancam made you watch it yourself. You were suddenly embarrassed for asking all of your friends to check it out. It is as sexual as you can get without tipping into literally miming sex on stage. But does that mean Jeongin...

He might be quiet but he's playing hard. He's wearing a muscle shirt, something he does often, but you're more aware of it now. The definition he's gaining on his muscles. How big his biceps are getting. The sweat dripping from his armpit down the side of his waist. These are things (other than the sweat) you'd compliment him on. You can't bring yourself to say it though. Not with all this tension. You both play a fierce game, not sparing each other on account of the tension.

During one tumultuous battle for the ball, you try to turn your back toward him and he cages you in. He wraps his arms around you, his large hands splayed over yours. The proximity sends your adrenaline skyrocketing. You try to struggle away from him, turn back around to shove him away and shoot before he has the chance to react, but your foot gets caught. Your other fails to compensate and you fall just as you manage to turn to face him. His chest thuds against yours shortly after your back hits the floor.

You can smell his sweat mixing with his cologne and it's worsening your head rush. With his chest against yours and his eyes staring so intensely at you, you need him off but you so need to touch him. You manage both, gripping his biceps, lingering a bit, before giving him a light push to snap him out of his daze.

You both had done it now. There's no going back. You came to visit Chan, surprised to see Jeongin on the couch. Stupid ass Minho told you he went out with Felix and Jake. You guys lock eyes and freeze. It'd be rude to just ignore your best friend, right? So you sit with him, watching tv. Inching closer. You keep replaying that moment on the floor of the basketball court. How much you wanted to lick the droplets of sweat from his neck. It didn't take much to set Jeongin off. You thought you could be sneaky about your hunger, but not when he was hungry as well. The minute your fingers reached for his, his hand was on your knee, then your upper thigh, then... he was pulling away to get the remote. You watch in confusion as he cranks the volume up. He drops the remote onto the coffee table before approaching you.

As soon as he tugs you up from the couch you let your hunger take over. Both of you let your hands roam each other's bodies as you kiss like you're starving. He lifts you up to wrap your legs around his hips, your groins grinding against each other. It's about here that Jeongin stops caring. His mind flips off and he wants your clothes off too. In the process, you both end up lying haphazardly on the couch as his painfully hard couch shoots into you. You grip the couch, strangled moans wrangled from your throat. You get what you want, craning your head forward to lick a long stripe up his neck. It's so perfect, you're somewhere else entirely. That is, until you see a figure out of the corner of your eye.

The sight is so terrifying you shoot up without thinking. You knock your forehead against Jeongin's but the pain doesn't phase either of you. Jeongin jumps up from the couch, desperately collecting a random article of clothes to cover his soft penis. Just like you, Jeongin is utterly mortified. Chan apologizes, but little does he know, him walking in made Jeongin prematurely grapple with the weight of his decisions.

walking in

Jeongin is used to hearing loud noises from Chan's room. He says it helps sometimes to produce with his speakers rather than his headphones. Chan's room is soundproofed pretty well so it doesn't bother Jeongin much. But this noise he's hearing is jarring. Is Chan aware something hard it smacking against the wall. Something might break at this rate.

In a mixture of frustration and concern, Jeongin rushes to Chan's room to alert him ASAP. ASAP meaning not knocking.

"Hyung, what the hell is that?" he says half to himself, half to the man being ridden by you in his computer chair. Oh. Oh yeah. You were here.

His heart stops as realization dawns on him, your naked body all he's zeroed in on.

"What the f- close the door!"

Chan's reddening face and furious eyes are what Jeongin focuses on next, but not for long. He scurries away, not even able to apologize in his state of shock.

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lieslab · 1 day ago

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If I could change the rhythm of time, I'd go back and forth a million times

꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎ ꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎

Pairing: Og8 X gn reader

Summary: As the 9th member of Skz, you've never had the chance to perform in your hometown.

Genre: 9th member AU

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: Have you all heard the new Skz-record on YouTube? Goodbye is sung by Seungmin, but written by Chan. (If not, it's on YouTube and highly recommend it) This was a request, but also heavily inspired by that song. It just came out today, but it really paired quite well with this request <3

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The heart is a burning arrow that aims true. Flying off the taut string of life, ricocheting off obstacles, and aiming for whatever keeps it beating. You developed a new home over the years, one full of chaos and occasionally stress, but the yearning for the past stayed the time.

The childhood bedroom with the overgrown sticker collection. The chapter books you read back in elementary school. You read them over and over again. The pages yellowed on your bookshelf, but your parents never moved them. They waited for you to come back.

Time moved on, but your bedroom stayed the exact same as it was the day you left. The dresser full of old clothes that you’d forgotten about over the years. The sticker collection that’d never been used up. Old posters that creased in the corners and wrinkled. The tape soaked with old paint, but somehow, it’d never given up.

Dust settled on the oak wood panels of the fan. The central heating and air still clicked on and off, but you were rarely there to experience it. So busy with your group, you pushed it to the side most of the time. Snippets of the past came back unexpectedly.

At a fan sign, when a fan handed you a plushie, you smiled, but your brain wavered with the faintest memory. A plushie from childhood that your parents bought you for a birthday. Still labeled as a single digit, life was filled with sunshine and rainbows. You took that plushie everywhere, wrapping it beneath your arm, unable to face the world without it.

You caught a whiff of your mother from strangers. Similar notes in a perfume, some kind of faint floral that you never fully recognized. You shared her facial features, she stared back at you every time you looked in the mirror. A perfect blend of your mother and father created your features and personality, but it was never like having them with you day-after-day.

You missed the laughter of your father. The knee slapping, stomach grabbing, and gasps of air that he could never catch. Laughing wasn’t just laughing, it was a full fledged comedy skit. Shut eyes, a lopsided smile, and the kind of loudness that you were sure would wake the dead when the windows were open. Your own laughter followed, but it was never as jolly as his.

You loved Stray Kids and you had a home here, but the home you shared with your biological family haunted you. If you weren’t in your group, what would you do? Would you ride your bike down the paved streets you knew like the back of your hand? Riding against the wind, letting the sun kiss your skin and letting the memories loop around your brain.

The chlorine in the community pool. The scent of a barbecue brisket when neighbors pulled out their grill. Fresh cut grass, the occasional bee sting that caused you to curse, and the familiar weight of grocery bags dangling off your arms as you walked through gravel to get to the front door.

When you laid down at night, you revisited home. The sky turned dark and the roads laid silent. In your head, you walked down streets like a phantom. Everyone grew up, the kids you went to school with and the elders in the community. Too many people you used to know passed on. Childhood friends moved away to carve out space for their own lives.

So when your company mentioned an upcoming tour, you brought up your hometown frequently, hoping that they’d schedule a visit. Everyone else was able to perform in their hometowns, or close enough to their hometowns that their family members didn’t have to travel far. You wanted that for your own family.

They kept you afloat in the very beginning. Back when the survival show occurred, when tears stained your cheeks and soaked your pillow every night. The pressure was on and tension grew between members. Too afraid to be the one to fuck it all up. Terrified to be cut from something you worked so hard to achieve.

You still saw your family members, but it felt like a rarity. How many times? Once a year? Twice? Maybe three, or four times, if you were really lucky. They weren’t as close as the other guys’ families. Just like Felix and Chan, you had to travel quite a distance to see the two people you loved the most.

So when you kept bringing it up, assuming management understood the message, you thought this tour would finally make it all feel worth it.

~ ~ ~

You were the last one to receive the outline for the tour. You scanned through it eagerly, practically bouncing up and down in your seat. You bit your lip, trying not to smile, but as you scanned the lists, your face started to fall.

There were multiple stops littering Korea and Japan. A few in North and South America. Some more in Europe and even two stops in Sydney, Australia. You rescanned the list three times, just to make sure you hadn’t skipped your hometown. It wasn’t there. Not on this tour, not on the last few tours, and as painful as it was, you realized it’d never be there.

Perhaps, this was the curse for chasing your dreams. The realization that you’d be so swept up in your career, you’d be so busy fighting for what you loved, your family would always be miles and miles away. Just out of reach, just out of grasp, and too far away to hug.

You knew how hard it was on them. The wavering voice of your father when you announced you wouldn’t be able to come home for the holidays last year. Everyone was working overtime on a distant album and no matter how much you wanted to go home, you owed it to the guys to stay and finish your lines. Everyone was giving up vacation time, it was expected.

Your mother sniffled in the silent pauses on the other end of the phone. She recounted the tales of childhood. The scraped knees and bloody noses. Sicknesses that left your little body defenseless and weakened. Back when her arms were molded to the shape of little you and you could still find a harbor in her arms.

The worst thing about growing up is the realization that things will never be the same again. Memories dampen and turn to dust. Shared experiences become more and more distant. Parents create new friends and bonds with people you’ve never met. Telling a story in real life is much different than voicing it over the phone. How many times did you have to leave a call because you were needed for something else?

You thought this tour could be redemption for it all. In a way, chasing your dreams felt like abandoning everyone you ever loved. Of course, you had the guys and you had your friends, but your biological family had been the one to shape your heart to begin with. They made you who you were. You missed them all the time. You missed it all. Everything.

So when the guys excitedly buzzed with conversation, punching and giggling, happily texting their hometown friends and families when specific dates were, you excused yourself from the room. The worst part? They didn’t even notice your disappointment. So happy they’d see their families again sooner, rather than later, they forgot all about you.

You couldn’t blame them, if you could see your family in a few months you’d be just as thrilled, too.

~ ~ ~

When your voice cracked for the fourth time, you ripped off the headphones in anger and threw them to the floor. Han and Changbin sat at the recording table directing their song for the day. The two of them shared a look of concern and confusion.

It’d been two days since the tour dates dropped. At first, it was hurt, but it morphed into anger and frustration. You tried to keep it at bay, but you couldn’t help it. You spun around, facing the back of the booth.

With two fingers on each hand, you reached up and attempted to hold your tears back. Han reached out to the red button to speak to you. He held it down and softly called your name. “Are you okay?”

You forced yourself to nod. “I’m sorry, I’m just having a bad day. I need a few minutes to get it together, please.”

“That’s okay, we’re not in a rush,” Changbin added.

Han released the button and he dropped his gaze, knowing you’d rather have privacy than prying eyes. Changbin sucked in a deep breath and sighed. “Why do I have a feeling there’s something bigger at play here? It’s not like them to be like this.”

“They’ve been off for the past few days. Nobody knows what it is. Jeongin has been trying to sweet talk it out of them, but they won’t break.” Han’s hand cupped the bottom of his chin. “I wish they’d talk to us, but I know they like dealing with their emotions alone.”

“I’m sure they’ll come to us when they’re ready.” Changbin glanced back down at the notepad he was holding. “Maybe we should change this note from a high note to a low note, so they’re not struggling so much.”

“That’d completely change this part of the song, but we could try it. Maybe it might fit better.” Han’s fingers traced across the words. He sang the lyric with a higher note and then a lower note.

Changbin nodded and scribbled something on his notepad. The yellow pencil waggled in the air and looped around. “Yeah, I think the lower note fits better. What do you think?”

“I’ve gotta agree. I didn’t think it’d work, but I do think it adds something special. More depth and a more somber emotion. Let’s just save the higher notes for the bridge and let Seungmin and Jeongin’s voices blend for that.”

“But not this part.” Han shifted over and tapped a certain lyric. “This part, I think Minho would be better at delivering. He has a certain softness.”

“I’ll note it and we can test it out when it’s his turn to record.”

You wiped at your eyes, walked over, and bent down to grab the headphones. “Okay,” you said into the microphone, “I’m ready when you are.”

The pair tried to ignore your watery eyes and Changbin clicked the button to release the swell of music your way.

~ ~ ~

Seungmin studied you from the opposite side of the table. He sat silently, eating a fruit parfait; full of strawberries, blueberries, vanilla yogurt and sprinkled with honey-glazed granola. You didn’t pay much attention to his direction. You were too busy listening to the bickerings of Felix and Hyunjin. They argued over the superior dessert.

For nearly five minutes, they’d each been pointing out the pros and cons of each one. Felix was set on brownies, but Hyunjin wouldn’t give up his love of Tiramisu. Ever since he had it last week, it became his new favorite dessert.

“You know what my favorite dessert is?” Minho asked as he strolled into the kitchen. You glanced up from your spot and so did Hyunjin and Felix.

“I swear, if it’s something basic like cake,” Hyunjin grumbled.

“Nah, not quite, it’s just your mom.”

Hyunjin’s mouth dropped open and his hand clutched his heart. “EXCUSE ME?”

Felix burst into laughter, gripping the side of the table, trying to keep himself in his chair. Minho grinned and flung the fridge open to grab a bottle of water. “What? Don’t wanna be my stepson?”

“My mother is happily married!”

“For now.”

“Stay away from my mom! You sick fuck! You little shit, you-” Hyunjin scoffed and slammed his hands into his eye sockets. An eagle screech of disgust and distressed filled him. “Stay away from my mom! You’re never allowed near her again!”

About that time, Minho’s phone rang. He tugged it from his back pocket, glanced at the screen, and chuckled. “Ah, would you look at that, here she is now.” He swiped the screen and winked at Hyunjin. “Hello, Mrs. Hwang. How are you?”

Felix laughed harder as Hyunjin panicked. He jerked upright, rushing towards Minho, trying to grab the phone. “Mom! Hang up! Mom! MOOOOOOM!” He pawed the air, but Minho ducked beneath his arm.

“Your son is fine, Mrs. Hwang. Just annoying, as per usual.”

“GET AWAY FROM HER!”

Felix’s face turned bright red. He struggled to breathe through laughter. Even Seungmin chuckled before swallowing a spoonful of yogurt. Hyunjin managed to grab the phone and hold it to his ear. “Mom!”

“What the hell is going on?”

“Oh, Bang Chan, I’ve never been so happy to hear your voice. Thank goodness, you’re on the other end of the phone. Minho is threatening to break up my parents and sleep with my mother. Please tell him to stop.”

In Chan’s dorm, he pulled the phone away from his ear, staring at it like it was on fire. His face fell and then an eyebrow raised. Words nearly fell out, but they stuck to the inside of his throat.

“Give me my phone back, Hwang.”

“Bang Chan, help!”

“Don’t mind him. It’s me again. What do you want?” Minho walked away with his bottle of water. “Go ahead and speak.”

As he disappeared, Hyunjin’s face fell into his hands. “I nearly had a heart attack. I need to go home and block his number from my mom’s phone. I can’t have him breaking up my parents.”

“Hyung,” Felix started, “I’m pretty sure he’s just pulling your leg.”

“I’m not taking any chances.”

Noticing you were still quiet, Seungmin looked over. Your head was laying down in your crossed arms. He shifted forward, wondering if you fell asleep amongst the chaos. Before he could touch you, he stopped when he noticed your shoulders slightly shaking.

You weren’t sleeping, you were holding back sobs.

~ ~ ~

The knocking on Chan’s open door didn’t register until someone cleared their throat. He glanced up and found Seungmin staring at him with his brows in uniformed worry. Chan shifted and patted his bed. “What’s up? Come sit.”

Seungmin took a few steps inside and quietly shut the door behind him. In the living room, a few of the members sat with Jeongin for a movie night. Seungmin was supposed to be out there, but this felt more important. He mentioned your name cautiously. “They’ve been super weird lately.”

“You noticed?” Chan looked up from his laptop. “I noticed that too, but they’ve never been great at sharing their feelings until they’re ready. I’ve tried to ask, but I keep getting brushed off.”

“I think it’s the tour.”

“Huh?”

Seungmin’s socked feet slipped across the floor and he perched on the edge of Chan’s freshly made bed. Everything inside the room was neatly put away. Clothes folded and stacked in a dresser. Jackets hung in color coordination behind his shut closet doors.

“I just remembered it the other day. When you called Minho and he was screwing around with Hyunjin. Hyunjin’s mom was mentioned and they went really quiet. They kept bringing up their parents a lot, mentioning they missed them. Now that the tour dates have been announced, they haven’t spoken about them anymore.”

Chan frowned, realizing he was right. “I suppose that’s true.”

“They wanted to tour in their hometown.”

“I know that, but we don’t plan the tour dates, Seungmin. They pick the dates, the venues, and they set ticket pricing. Unfortunately, I can’t do anything about that.”

“We have to talk to management about this.”

“There’s no promise they’ll change anything.”

“But we can still try. They’re devastated, Chan. On that phone call, you heard all that laughter. They were right there at the table with us and instead of laughing, they nearly burst into tears. We have to try something.”

Chan frowned and then nodded. “We can talk to the company tomorrow, but I still can’t promise anything.”

“It’s better than nothing. Maybe the rest of the guys can help us, too. They do so much for us, they deserve to see their family and tour near home, too.”

~ ~ ~

Tour should have been exciting, but you were everything but that. Through the waves and jubilant cheers, all you could think about was the faces of your parents. It’d been a while since you called them and you had nearly twenty minutes before you went on stage.

You slipped away from the dressing room, sneaking into a storage closet in the middle of an empty hall. The scent of random cleaners tickled your nose, but you didn’t leave. You dialed your father’s number, knowing if either of them would pick up, it’d be him.

The phone rang and rang and rang. His voice picked up, but not the way you wanted to hear. Straight to voicemail. You hung up before the dial tone rang and called your mom. The same prompt followed. Leave your name, leave your number, and I’ll call you back.

You sucked in a deep breath and slipped back into the hall. Meandering through curves, you reappeared for a few final makeup touch ups. When you finished, you headed backstage to get your mic.

Fans sang along to the songs that played before you appeared on stage. Lightsticks glowed and posters shook. So many of them, you’d never be able to read, but you’d try. Despite the sadness bubbling in your heart, you’d go out there and try to have a good time. It stung, but the show had to go on. It always did.

When you finally rushed out onto the stage with the guys waving and smiling, it all felt fake. Your smile came off as forced, it didn’t meet your eyes. You waved and waved, wishing you were waving to your parents in your hometown, but you knew they weren’t here.

The music boomed, bass shook the stage, and lights flashed. Smoke burst in every direction. Song after song, your muscles remembered every move. Noticing your stiffness, the guys tried to cheer you up. Jeongin poked your cheek and Changbin tried to make funny faces. It barely caused you to smile.

Halfway through the concert, you grabbed your bottle of water and spun around, trying to fight the urge to cry. You’d rather be anywhere, but on the stage tonight. It didn’t feel right. If anything, it felt like torture, knowing you’d eventually have to break the news to your parents, they’d never be able to see you perform live.

The knife in your heart twisted. Blood soaked the front of your shirt. You hated knowing that this was it. You’d always have this huge dream you had conquered, but your parents would never be able to be part of it like you wanted them to be.

They didn’t have the things they needed to fly properly. Not only that, your mother had a fear of airplanes. You tried to coax them, but your mother was terrified. Your father was similar. The idea of flying made him nauseous. Too many thoughts of what could go wrong. They’d never see you on the stage in your prime.

You grabbed the front of your shirt, letting your fingers dig into the fabric. It grew harder to breathe. All you wanted was the loving arms of your parents and they weren’t here.

“Are you having a good time tonight?” Felix yelled into the microphone.

Swirls of screams responded. Lightsticks shook. Posters quivered. The energy ramped up, but your heart crumbled in your chest.

“Thank you for coming out tonight and being with us while we perform,” Hyunjin added.

“Tonight, we have something special for someone.”

The crowd grew louder. Minho pointed out into the crowd, teasing them, and then rapidly shook his head. He wagged his finger, causing fans to scream in a certain section. Han playfully slapped his shoulder and he laughed.

“One of our members,” Chan started, “works so hard. We’re really proud of them, but their parents haven’t watched them perform live. We’ve performed all around the world, but never in front of them.”

You jerked your head up to the big screen the moment you heard the words. The camera was zoomed onto Chan and Felix. When Seungmin’s microphone went up to his mouth, the camera followed. “So where are they?”

The camera cut out and switched to another. A spotlight lit up and there in the crowd, your parents beamed. The crowd roared and tears fell down your cheeks. Your microphone slipped from your hand and you collapsed to your knees.

The crow’s feet in the corner of your mother’s eyes. Wrinkles that you’d never noticed before in the center of your father’s forehead. They were older and you’d never noticed it until now. Time separated you for so long, it stole the youthful glow that they radiated when you were a kid.

A broken sob fell from your mouth. A few of the guys walked over and helped you up. Felix’s watery eyes met your own. Your bottom lip quivered as you looked at Chan. “How d-did you-”

“Seungmin talked them into coming by boat.”

You took a step towards Seungmin, wanting to hug him, but he put his arms out and shook his head. “Go on, they’re waiting for you down in the barricade. They’ve been watching you perform all night.”

You didn’t waste time. Jerking around and rushing down the stage stairs, you rushed towards the spotlight. You threw yourself over the railing, wrapping an arm around the people you loved the most. The floral scent of your mom’s perfume and the comforting laughter of your father.

Time might have changed, but never the warmth of their arms. Never the love that's always existed in their hearts for you. Skin might change and memories may warp, but love is eternal and ever-lasting when it comes from the right people.

On the stage behind you, Changbin reached over and gently patted Seungmin’s shoulder. “You did really well at coaxing them to come.”

“Yeah, well,” he shrugged, “I can’t stand their self-pity. They looked pathetic and I love my parents, too. I can’t imagine what it must feel like at times to not be so close to them.”

“This is so cute, I’m gonna cry,” Han whispered.

“It’s a good thing it’s not Hyunjin’s mom because if it was, that’d be me down there,” Minho mumbled.

“You leave my mother alone, you freak!” Hyunjin shrieked.

Unfortunately for him, he forgot to put the microphone down, causing your father to hold you tighter and fall into another fit of jolly laughter; along with the echoing laughter of fans.

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lixies-favorite-cookie · 3 days ago

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how could you? ・l.f.

🧁 — baking with felix never included any actual baking, but what it did include was a battle with flour and giggles.

🍫 — paring・felix x gn!reader // genres・fluff, established relationships // words・557 // warnings・a few death jokes i think? mentions of bullets with baking powder, if you don't like rambles or tooth-rotting fluff than you won't like this

a/n・idk what this is imma be so fr. i found this rotting in my drafts and realized i needed to post something so...here we are! it's stupid, but silly and fun. i hope you like it lovelies!!

It was snowing.

No, really, if you were to take a snapshot of this very moment, it would look as if Christmas was coming from the ceiling. But it wasn't Christmas; it was your birthday, and somewhere between pouring flour into a mixing bowl and booping his nose, you ended up in this position: covered in powder.

He pops out from behind the island, fist loaded with a handful of powder. You screech, ducking behind the other side of the island. Though your efforts are futile—he's already wounded you. The dusty substance blankets your stomach. You tumble onto the ground, rolling around in your own self-pity.

"Oh, my love, how could you do this to me??" you cry out, a playful smile pulling at the corners of your cheeks.

He dives to the ground, placing his hand atop your chest and pretends to perform CPR.

"No, no, it was an accident! Y/N, stay with me!"

You flutter your lashes and loll your tongue out before expelling all air from your lungs.

"Nooooo!!" Felix laments, though he can't help the giggles that leak through his faux sobs. He drops to the ground beside you, fanning a hand over his forehead.

You stay there for a few more seconds, curating your super evil master plan. Unbeknownst to Felix, you've been planning his downfall this entire time. In the blink of an eye, you're sprinting to the bowl, scooping some flour out and, just in time for Felix's brain to catch up, throwing it all over his chest.

He blinks, a breath caught in his throat as he dramatically glances down at his chest like the flour formed into a bullet mid-air.

"How could you...?" his voice cracks in disbelief as he collapses straight back onto the floor.

You fall to your knees in laughter, which earns you a playful glare. "You betrayed me! How dare you laugh at my expense!"

He turns his nose away from you when you attempt to grab his hand.

"You hit me first!" You smile, rubbing more flour into his hair. He scrunches his nose up and swats your hand away.

"Actually, this is clearly all your fault."

You gasp, clutching your chest in faux offense. "You jerk! This is not my fault! Nothing can be my fault on my birthday."

Before you can say anymore, Felix has grabbed you by the waist and pulled you down into him, fingers digging into the sensitive parts of your ribs until the whole room is filled with your high-pitched squeals.

“Jerk? You think you can to call me a jerk after you betrayed me!” Felix cackles, hands still ruthlessly assaulting your sides. You can barely breathe, helplessly kicking your legs until your stomach feels tight and you’re gasping for mercy.

When it’s all said and done and laughter has made your stomachs too sore to actually eat anything, you both collapse on the ground, cheeks smeared with flour as you nuzzle your head close into Felix’s chest. The kitchen still smelled like chocolate and the ground was a little sticky with some spilled honey, but you didn’t notice it. All you could focus on was the soft patter of his heart against your lips.

Baking with Lee Felix never actually included a lot of baking. But that didn't matter. Felix loved every minute.

That is, until he has to clean it all up...

Yeah, Felix definitely wasn't loving that.

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felixfrecklesandhoneyjisung · 21 hours ago

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The Grand Counselor (SKZ OT8 x reader)

You are the Grand Counselor to the Emperor, and when His Imperial Majesty sends you to The Levanter -- the most famous pleasure house in the Empire -- you are not prepared for what awaits you with the eight beautiful men you meet...

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Soooooo this was meant to be my 1k event and I'm not quite there yet, but I wanted to post a little preview to gauge interest in the idea.

I haven't included my taglist because this is a bit different to my usual content and I wasn't sure if people would like it, but if there's enough interest and I go ahead with the idea I'll start a separate taglist for this fic.

WARNINGS: This preview does not contain sexual content but the series itself will be explicitly NSFW. I will list individual warnings/kinks in each chapter.

Will be written as fem!reader but no physical traits will be specified e.g eye colour, hair colour etc.

On a final note, if this fic is not for you that's absolutely fine but I will not be engaging with any hate comments. This is literally a reader insert kpop fic lol I'm not interested in historical accuracy and this fic is not set in the real world or meant to represent any real places or periods. This is also not a real representation of SKZ. Nothing to see here but some good old delulu fun.

There were eight doors in front of you, and behind each was one of the Empire's finest courtesans.

"It is an honour to welcome you to The Levanter, Your Excellency," the Madam of the pleasure house had greeted when you first arrived, stepping through the elaborate entrance bracketed by jade pillars.

The Levanter was one of the most exclusive establishments in the district, if not the entire Empire. Even the richest nobles choked at the price of a night here, and as such the clientele was predominantly restricted to the inner circle of the Imperial Palace, such as yourself.

"His Imperial Majesty sends his regards," you replied politely.

The Madam dropped into a respectful bow then opened her arm towards a hallway on the right. "Please, come with me."

You followed her into a small room where a table had been prepared with sweet-smelling tea. Nodding to your two bodyguards to wait outside, you took a seat on the plush carpet opposite the Madam while she set about pouring you a cup from the steaming teapot.

Years of practice had taught you how to maintain composure in uncomfortable situations, but those situations tended to be heated negotiations with war councils and neighbouring monarchs -- not pleasantries with brothel owners -- and you were out of your depth.

You were the Emperor's Grand Counselor, second only to His Imperial Majesty in terms of power and influence. Strictly speaking that should have meant you could have anything you wanted, but in reality it meant you had the world's most demanding job. A job which left little room for anything else.

You had laughed when His Imperial Majesty suggested sending you to The Levanter because you had been "working too hard lately" (you were probably the only person who could laugh in the Emperor's face and not be marched to the guillotine). It was only when he made it clear that it was not a suggestion and all the arrangements had already been made that your smile quickly disappeared.

The Madam pushed a cup of hot tea towards you. "Now, as I'm sure you're aware, Your Excellency," she began. "The Levanter is somewhat different to other establishments."

That's putting it mildly you thought.

"While it is common for pleasure houses to have dozens of courtesans, we have only eight. I guarantee you will not find their match for talent or beauty anywhere in the Empire."

"I have no doubt," you answered, taking a sip from your cup.

"His Imperial Majesty has generously paid for you to spend a night with each of them."

You spat out your tea.

The corner of the Madam's lips twitched, suppressing a grin. "You may be interested to know that no-one has ever had the opportunity to do so before."

Of course they fucking haven't. The cost of one night at The Levanter was more than most people's income for an entire year -- paying it eight times was unheard of.

"His Majesty is certainly... generous," you said carefully. "But I assure you one night will be quite satisfactory."

"Nonsense, Your Excellency!" the Madam exclaimed. "It's all arranged, and the courtesans are keen to meet you."

It was rare for the Grand Counselor to be left speechless, but you found yourself grappling for excuses and coming up with nothing. You knew it was pointless. No-one refused the Emperor. If you tried he would only send you back here again.

The Madam slid open a drawer and withdrew a carved mahogany box, placing it on the table. She lifted the lid and one by one extracted eight bronze keys with different coloured ribbons tied to them. The keys were laid out in front of you and your heart began to pick up speed.

"Before we go any further, Your Excellency, you should know..." The Madam's face remained polite, but there was a hard edge to her voice now. "We do not tolerate abuse of any kind here. The safety of our courtesans is paramount, and they reserve the right to refuse to spend a night with a client. No matter who they are."

You were taken aback by the statement. One of the main reasons you had never visited a pleasure house before now was the notoriously poor treatment of courtesans. You had certainly never heard of a courtesan being able to refuse a paying client, but suddenly your opinion of The Levanter improved drastically.

"Of course," you said. "I must say I'm impressed at the principles you operate with."

"The Madam smiled.

"Now then, it is time to choose your partner for this evening."

All the moisture in your throat evaporated and you felt like you were sucking air through a straw. You were no virgin, but this was different. You were accustomed to always being in control, and now you had veered sharply into unknown territory.

"I can summon them and introduce them in person so that you may see which of them captures your interest the most. Or if you prefer to tell me a little about your preferences I would be happy to suggest--"

"Ah! That won't be necessary!"

The thought of explaining your sexual preferences to a total stranger (where your bodyguards could definitely overhear on the other side of the door) was more than you could handle. Besides, you had a tendency to overthink. It was a crucial element of your job -- the fate of the Empire depended on your good judgement -- but the whole point of being here was that you needed to stop thinking so much.

"If I'm to spend a night with each of them surely it doesn't matter who I meet first," you reasoned.

You glanced down at the selection of keys, glinting under the flickering lanterns. Daring you to choose.

They were identical apart from the ribbons: green, blue, yellow, purple, red, pink, orange, and black. Your hand hovered above them for a moment before impulsively picking up the red key.

"A fine choice," the Madam nodded approvingly. "He is one of our most sought-after courtesans. Several clients who spent a single night with him declared their undying love and begged him to run away with them." She chuckled to herself. "As of yet, no-one has succeeded in winning his heart."

This didn't surprise you. Allegedly the clients of The Levanter were known as Stays because once they visited they never wanted to leave.

You followed the Madam back to the main foyer, clutching the red key in your hand. You were still a little uneasy, though less so than when you first arrived, but you had to admit your nerves were now tempered with excitement. You were intrigued to meet the man who had left so many broken hearts in his wake, and curious to discover what talents had ignited such intense passion in his former clients...

"You will find him on the top floor," the Madam directed, indicating the sweeping staircase before you.

Your bodyguards made to follow you upstairs, but you instructed them to stay put. The last thing you wanted was an audience.

You bowed to the Madam. "Thank you for your assistance."

"My pleasure, Your Excellency."

You turned to begin climbing the stairs, but you could hear the wry smile in the old woman's voice when she spoke again.

"I hope your evening is most satisfactory."

And now here you were, on the top floor of The Levanter, with one key in your hand and eight doors in front of you.

The doors were also identical, but there were matching ribbons tied to each handle. The red door was at the far end of the long corridor and you were overly aware of the sound of your footsteps as you walked towards it.

Could he hear you approach? Was he also nervous, or excited? Fuck. It had been so long since you'd been with anyone, you were probably rusty. What if you bored him? What if he didn't like you and it was all horrendously awkward and this entire thing was a mistake and would the guillotine really be so bad--

Stop you scolded yourself. Don't think for once. Just let go.

Forcing a deep breath into your lungs, you fitted the key into the lock, turned it with a soft click, and pushed the door open...

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