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[peachiejeongin]

Back to Blue | Han Jisung

Synopsis: Jisung messages you out of the blue one day, and before you know it, you are at the Stray Kids dorm dying his hair back to blue.

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

Genre: established relationship, fluff, crack

Warnings: None! (Unless shirtless Jisung counts)

WC: 1.6k

Notice: My loves, this was an entirely unprompted fanfiction. I have a couple requests scheduled and I'm working on a longer fiction, so I was not going to write anything at all today. But after reading a few stories about Hyunjin's buzzcut and Felix's dark hair, I realized I had not seen many stories about the return of Bluesung on my feed; therefore, I decided to write my own!...and I may or may not have sped-wrote it in about an hour or two. Whoops! Nevertheless, enjoy the story, my darlings! (I am also attempting a new format style, so enjoy that as well!).

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It started with a random text on a Saturday afternoon.

Hannie<3: Hello, my beautiful, gorgeous, amazing specimen of a partner who I love more than anything else ever! You: What do you want, Ji? Hannie<3: Sooooo, our hairstylist may or not be out sick with the flu, and your amazing boyfriend who is ALWAYS so nice to you may or may not be wanting to bring back an old hair color so....wanna come help me dye my hair blue? :D

You blinked at your phone, rereading the message over and over again as if you were trying to find a joke in the wording that you had missed; he could not be serious, could he?

You: Why not just go to an ACTUAL salon? Hannie<3: And have them mess it up? Absolutely not! You're the only one I trust with this so can you pleeeeease come do it for me?? You: Hannie, I'm going to hold your hand when I say this. You: I have never dyed anyone's hair before. Hannie<3: Boxes have instructions for a reason!

You narrowed your eyes at your phone briefly, quirking your lips into a line; you pondered the text for a moment before sighing and typing out a reply.

You: I'll be there in fifteen.

Minutes later, you were at Jisung's dorm, standing in the doorway to his bedroom with a skeptical expression etched onto your face; your boyfriend just grinned at you like an eager puppy.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist the urge to play mad scientist with my hair."

"You're acting like I'm about to give you an entirely new identity," you retorted, stepping inside and tossing your keys onto his bed. "Remind me why you want blue specifically? I thought you wanted to stay natural for a while."

Han shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I did, but blue is like my color, y'know? Fans loved it, and, let's be real, I looked amazing!" You rolled your eyes at the final comment but could not help the smile that eased past your lips.

"Fine," you told him, "but if this goes wrong, I am taking zero responsibility."

"Noted," he replied, leading you down the hallway to the bathroom; a box of blue hair dye already sat waiting on the counter.

"Wow," you teased, picking up the box and analyzing the instructions. "You really went all out with the cheap stuff. Y'sure it won't turn your hair green?"

Han laughed at first, but his eyes widened slightly, his playful expression morphing into one of slight fear.

"Wait...it's not going to do that, right?"

"I guess we'll find out."

Han let out a dreadful groan as you opened the box, pulling out the black rubber gloves that came with it; you pulled them on with a moderate snap as Han took off his shirt, throwing it somewhere on the messy bathroom floor. He perched on the edge of the bathtub, wrapping a small towel around his neck as you read the instructions in order to figure out just what you were doing.

After scanning over the steps and figuring out the process of unprofessionally coloring hair, you took out the color and the developer and poured both into the applicator bottle, shaking it harshly in order to quickly mix up the dye. Once the agents were fully combined, you stepped closer to Han, sitting yourself beside him on the rim of the tub.

"Okay, tilt your head back," you instructed, squeezing a tiny amount of hair dye onto your finger tips.

"Wait," Han suddenly said, looking up at you with large, doe-eyes. "What happens if it actually turns my hair green?"

"Hannie, it's just hair," you replied, running your clean hand through his hair lightly. "You'll be fine."

"But my appearance is my livelihood!" He clutched a dramatic hand over his heart, pretending to tear up at the thought. "If my hair is ruined, I'm ruined!"

"Well, you could always shave your head and wait for it to grow back!" you playfully remarked. "Hopefully by then, your stylist will feel better!"

"A shaved head?!" Han gasped dramatically, his words loud and bewildered. "Do I look like my name is Hyunjin? We can't have two kiwis in the group!" You chuckled at his melodramatics before halting suddenly, furrowing your eyebrows slightly.

"Wait, Hyunjin shaved his head?"

"Oh, nevermind that!" Han playfully shook his head as he spoke. "Can you just get started before I go crazy?"

"You're already crazy, Hannie, but okay."

You slowly raked the blue dye through Han's hair, being as gentle as possible just in case you caught any missed tangles or knots. You went by sections, going by the layers of Han's hair. As you worked, Han squirmed as if he were a child.

"Ow!" he yelped unseriously. "That was a tangle!"

"Han, my fingers literally ran through a couple of strands," you retaliated, trying not to laugh. "How could I have hit a tangle?"

"I don't know, but that's what it felt like," he muttered, pouting and wincing for effect.

"You're such a baby," you teased, brushing through his hair more softly. "I know you don't act like this with the stylists, so just behave for me, would you?"

"Fine, fine," he conceded with a sigh. "In my defense, though, it absolutely kills me to sit still for an hour with them, too."

"Keep yourself distracted then," you suggested as you began to work on the second section of hair. "Like, just talk to me about whatever will make time pass by for you."

Upon your statement, you and Han began to discuss everything and nothing, from his plans for the week, to a new song he was working on, and finally the latest group chat antics with the other members. You had to pause your efforts multiple times during conversation, scolding Han for turning his head away from you while he was speaking. By the time you had finished applying the dye, you were both laughing so hard that your sides were aching.

"Okay," you sighed out victoriously, peeling off your gloves and throwing them away along with the applicator bottle. "Now we wait."

"For how long?"

"Thirty minutes," you answered after re-checking the box's directions. As you pulled out your phone to set a timer, Han let out a frustrated groan, slumping dramatically off of the bathtub's edge and onto the bathroom floor.

"I am going to die of boredom."

"You could always help me clean up," you suggested, glancing pointedly at the blue streaks adorning the whie porcelain of the bathtub, as well as some spots that had made their way onto the floor.

"Absolutely not." Han sat up quickly, shaking his head. "That's your mess."

"Excuse me?" you shot back while chuckling. "Are you not the one who squirmed, flinced, and turned your head so aggressively that you got hair dye everywhere?" Before Han could answer, you pulled out a washrag from one of the bathroom drawers, turning on the faucet to wet it slightly and tossing it to Han.

"Now, get it before it dries up!" you commanded, getting out a second rag for yourself. "I don't want to explain to your managers why the dorm's bathroom looks like a Smurk emporium."

To your gratitude, and more so Han's, cleaning up the smeared hair dye made the time pass by swiftly; within what felt like moments, the alarm on your phone had gone off.

"Thank goodness!" Han yelled, standing up from where he had been kneeled on the floor, working on a particularly tough stain. "Moment of truth!" Han made his way to the shower, sliding open the door before glancing back at you.

"Privacy, please!" he cheekily commanded, waiving you away sassily.

"Yeah, whatever. Just don't forget to use this, ya goof." You handed him the small packet of hair color conditioner before striding out of the bathroom.

"Text me when you're done."

You were sitting on Han's bed, scrolling through social media for what felt like an eternity; you were never able to understand how one person could take such a lengthy shower. You got the urge to go knock on the bathroom door and ask what was taking so long, but before you could, your phone buzzed.

Hannie<3: All done! Come look! :D

You smiled at the text, sluggishly standing up and making your way to the bathroom. You opened the door to find a beaming Han, his squirrely smile lighting up the entire bathroom as he ran his hands through his hair whilst looking in the mirror; it was blow-dried, which was probably why he took longer than expected, but most importantly, it was vibrant, shiny, and blue.

"Ladies and...well, just lady!" Han exclaimed as he turned to you, a prominent, joyous sparkle present in his eyes. "I present to you: the return of Bluesung!"

"No kidding!" you responded, ruffling his hair lightly and fluffing it up slightly. "I think I nailed it!"

"You did!" he agreed, grinning from ear to ear. "I am dangerously attractive now. Well, I've always been attractive, but even more so now, baby!"

"Alright, alright." You rolled your eyes, lightly pushing at his shoulder. "Calm down, Blueberry."

"Careful," he warned, the gleeful glint in his gaze turning into a mischevious one. "Call me that again, and I'm dying your hair."

"Fine by me," you retorted while smirking. "I've been wanting to go purple for a while, Blueberry."

"Oh, you little!" Han picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and playfully bickering with you as he spun you around the bathroom; however, even through the teasing and the unserious arguing, one thought crossed your mind:

Blue really did suit him.

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[innies-goth-gf]

Silly Bf Texts - Jisung Edition

Silly texts with Bf!Jisung

Pairing : Jisung 🐿️ x Reader Genre : Fluff 🪽, Crack 🪿 A/n : These are so fun to make. Pls enjoy and leave any constructive criticism you might have. [Master list]

[daisykihannie]

I hope 44 is still available :) Jisung pleasee

44.) “you know that object from the thrift store we thought was haunted? Haha so guess what”

Pairing: Jisung x Reader

Warnings: crack

A/N: Honestly i’m so glad Jisung got this one. I was thinking him, Hyunjin, or Minho for this:)

[theo4eve]

An unfortunate discovery

“Heaven.” Byul breathes out as the gray cat planted on top of him purrs, nuzzling it's head to his chin

He lays as still as he can, to savor this sacred moment of peace and happiness. “you're beautiful, love” he mutters as he continues stroking the splayed out animal, closing his eyes and letting out a content sound

“Yullie hyung, you're getting red” A soft voice makes him open his eyes and furrow his brows in confusion 

“Red? 'mean I do feel itchy.. ‘specially my face” He shifts, a hand moving up to scratch it a bit “It's probably nothing..” 

Cue to later, after they've left the cat café

Byul aggressively sneezes and washes his face, groaning as Jisung laughs at him.

“Can feel it in my throat,” The cat lover complains, “What have I done to deserve this?” He mutters, accompanied by a sneeze and a sniffle 

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😍 i love when they do thatttt

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(this is obviously satire based on old one direction crack scenarios from 2013 but they make me laugh so here ya go)

[skzstarnet]

*☆*ﾟCheck out @mnwrld Han Social Media AU!

hello you're one of my fave writer here,can you make a fic/text where han and the reader are bestfriends then one day reader confessed to han and he rejected the reader,and reader was going to leave soon and hannie realized he's in love with his bestie (reader) it's up to you if it's suggestive or not, thank you!!! (english is not my first language sorry)

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♡      (    genre⠀ )   …    han jisung x reader, fluff, best friends to lovers, smau, texting au

✿     (    warnings⠀ )   …   images from pinterest (ofc), fluff <3 brief moment of angst, swearing of course, suggestive themes (texts & twitter posts)

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Skz fake texts ── bf! SKZ Calling them “Husband” randomly strong dose of delulu

Warning: mentions of cursing, suggestive

── all fake texts

Requested.

[baby-yongbok]

Poly SKZ!Fake Texts - "Who Asked Me Out First?"

✧ Pairing: Ot8!Skz x Afab!Reader ✧Genre: Fluff? Crack? Something like that. ✧a/n: This set of texts starts with three individual chats then goes into the group chat. Enjoy! ✧ Masterlist ✧

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[peachiejeongin]

The Phantoms Part 10 (Finale): Stand Tall | Bang Chan

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 (You Are Here)

Synopsis: After restless planning, the phantoms and y/n finally book a life-changing gig in order to accomplish 3RACHA's unfinished business. Will they perform in time, or will they flicker away?

Genre: 3RACHA/Julie and the Phantoms AU, Angst, Crack, Fluff

Pairing: phantom!Bang Chan x fem!reader [Occurs in this chapter], Minsung if you squint

Warnings: Mentions of death, a little rushed

Notice: And just like that, darlings, we have reached the end. I want to thank you all for the love you have shown for this series. I know it has been long, and the parts are rushed at times; however, I have loved writing this series, and every note on it makes my heart light up. In order to go out strong, I may or may not have added a scene we all wanted to be in the actual finales :) For one final time, I own no rights to 'Julie and the Phantoms,' nor do I believe Han Jisung is gay in real life. Without further ado, enjoy the finale of 'The Phantoms.'

"Don't worry guys," Han said as the three phantoms walked under the bright, flashing sign of the Orpheum Theater. "Minho said he would get us on the set-list tonight, and I trust him."

"This is going to work, right?" Changbin questioned, doubt present in his tone.

"It has to," Chan replied. "It's our only shot."

As if on cue, a shocking, angry jolt coursed through the guys' bodies, making them double over in pain just like so many times prior.

"Are you guys alright?" a concerned voice asked from behind the boys. All three turned around to meet Minho face-to-face, agonizing and confused expressions etched onto their faces.

"We're great," Han answered, sarcasm laced thickly in his voice. "Nothing we haven't felt before. Nevermind us, though. How did derailing the band go?"

"Well let's just say," Minho began with a smirk, "that when the opening band wakes up, they're gonna find themselves 200 miles outside of Vegas!" Minho turned around, showing off the back of a merchandise jacket he had no doubt snagged from the tour bus, smiling as he displayed it proudly. Chan stepped forward, fist-bumping Minho with pride in his motions and demeanor.

"Which means, there is definitely a manager upstairs right about now freaking out," he commented, chuckling as he did so.

"No way, man," Minho replied. "I'm sure he's being very professional as a Hollywood business man."

If by professional, Minho meant the promoter was upstairs banging his phone against his desk while yelling a plethora of profanities, then yes; he was being extremely professional.

The air was silent after Minho's last statement, and Han stepped forward, anxiety present in his gut. Chan and Changbin caught wind of the seriousness and stepped away, giving the two boys time to talk.

"I know how much you're risking for us," Han began, his demeanor a mix of regret and appreciation. "Thank you, Minnie. Truly."

"I told you," Minho responded, swatting playfully at the younger's chest, "I would do anything for you."

Han did not reply verbally; before he could think, he had thrown himself into Minho's arms, hugging the male in a tight embrace as if it would be the last time they ever spoke.

Which it very well could have been.

Minho reciprocated the action without a second thought, burying his head in the crook of Han's neck and squeezing the afterlife out of the younger. They stayed like that for a minute or do before Han pulled away, resting his hands briefly on Minho's shoulders.

"You better get out of here," Han giggled, although his words were genuine. "Y'know, before Seungmin catches you with us."

"Yeah, you're right." Minho's gaze flickered down, sadness etched into it before he looked back to Han. "I'll see you around, Hannie. I promise this isn't the last time."

Minho did not give time for Han to respond before he skated away, tears threatening to well up as he reminisced on the moments he had spent with the boy. Han watched as he left, his heart aching; he held onto Minho's promise sacredly, genuinely praying that it indeed was not the last time they would speak to each other.

As soon as Minho left Han's line of sight, Changbin stepped forward, resting a tight, comforting hand on Han's shoulder.

"You alright?" he inquired, his tone full of care.

"Yeah," Han lied, swallowing a lump in his throat before turning around. "Yeah, I'm alright."

"Well, mate, thanks to your boyfriend, Panic! at the Disco needs an opening band," Chan enthusiastically commented, smiling at the blush spreading on Han's cheeks at the mention of Minho as his "boyfriend."

"Then I guess someone upstairs needs to know that Y/n and the Phantoms is available," Han replied, a sincere smile replacing the faux one that was there prior.

---

The phantoms warped to the upstairs room where the manager was residing, and further slamming his phone against his desk as he yelled at whoever was on the other line to, "stop saying the bus drove itself."

"Minho was right," Changbin spoke up, his voice cheeky. "Guy's a total pro."

"Alright, mates," Chan began, rubbing his hands together. "Let's make this happen. Just, Han, no dancing this time."

Han ignored the boy, erupting into a sequence of ballet steps as he made his way over to the assistant's laptop; Chan only chuckled in response, shaking his head at the younger's actions. On the last step, a perfect pirouette, Han reached one hand down to knock the assistant's pencil-holder off of her desk.

Show time.

Changbin used the time she was distracted to pull up the YouTube video your father had uploaded of the 'Edge of Great' performance on the assistant's laptop; meanwhile, Han scribbled down your number onto a Post-it. Both phantoms snapped away once they noticed the assistant rising back up.

"Tasha, get CJ and tell him I need a band to open in three hours!" an angry manager screeched.

"Sure, but come check this out real quick," she retorted, motioning for the manager to come over. He leaned over her shoulder, his eyes in awe as he watched the video. "Somehow, this video started playing on my laptop, and its got nearly a million hits in just two days. They're a hologram band called Y/n and the Phantoms."

"Tell your friends!" Changbin smirked as Chan threw an arm around him.

"Where are they located?" the manager asked excitedly.

"Our very own City of Angels."

"Book 'em, then! What are you waiting for?!"

The phantoms threw their hands up in success, cheering as the assistant noticed the Post-it with the number scratched onto it; she looked around in fear, wondering how on earth it managed to get there.

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You were pacing around the studio, worry etched into your features as you attempted to steady your breathing. Suddenly, the phantoms appeared in the garage, causing you to let out a deep sigh.

"Oh my gosh!" you yelled. "What took you guys so long? Did Minho do it? Did you talk to them? Did they watch the video? Did they like it if they did? Are we playing the freaking Orpheum or not?!"

"Okay, that's a lot of questions!" Changbin screamed back, motioning for you to halt in your interrogation. "Chan, I'm leaving this one to you."

"Take a seat, Love," Chan commanded, and you obliged, looking at him with a blend of nervousness and optimism in your gaze. All three phantoms crouched in front of you as he continued. "It's fine, everything is fine!"

"Yeah, you should be getting a call right..." Han paused, pointing to you first and then to your phone, "now!"

In contrast to his words, your phone stayed muted; you looked at the boys, worry returning to your stare as they looked to each other, shrugging for answers.

"Okay, how about," Han tried again, "right....now!"

This time on cue, your phone began buzzing, the caller ID popping up as unknown from Hollywood, California. You and the boys began jumping around, squealing from excitement and stimming enthusiastically as the weight of the moment came upon you all.

"What are you waiting for? Answer it!" Chan nearly screeched as he motioned to your phone. You nodded your head, muttering a string of 'okays' as you slid on the phonecall; you cleared your throat before talking in attempts to sound professional.

"Hello?"

"Hi, this is Tasha from the Orpheum in Hollywood."

Upon that statement, you, Chan, Han, and Changbin began parading around the studio, silently cheering for yourselves as Tasha continued speaking.

"Is this y/n of Y/n and the Phantoms?"

You held your hands out, signalling for the phantoms to halt in their celebration as you picked your phone up from the coffee table where it had been on speaker-phone.

"Yes, it is!"

You gave the boys a thumbs up, a sign that they continue their excited antics; as such, they went back to screeching happily as you told Tasha you could indeed open for P!ATD that night and thanking her for the opportunity. Chan and Changbin picked Han up, swinging him around the room as you happily declared that you were playing the Orpheum tonight.

"I'm swimming!" Han playfully said as he moved his arms in a scuba-motion, causing all three of you to chuckle.

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"Y/n and I were thinking we start with 'Stand Tall,'" Chan excitedly explained as he circled the song on a piece of paper laying atop the grand piano; it was a setlist for the night, with songs that you and Chan had picked carefully marked in a bulleted list.

"Cool," Han remarked.

"Sounds good," Changbin followed.

"Sounds good?!" Chan yelled, his voice coming off sharper than intended. "Mate, are you serious? We're getting to play the show of our dreams! I want to hear that it sounds awesome! I know it's not how things were supposed to turn out, but not many people get a second try at this sort of thing!"

"I get that," Changbin blankly stared, his voice cracking slightly, "but it's hard. We don't know what's on the other side when we cross over, Chan. Do we all still get to be together?" His voice faltered, and his gaze shifted to the floor.

"You guys are the only family I have. I don't wanna lose you guys."

"Yeah, I mean," Han began, "I don't know what's gonna happen either, but it's not like we have a choice."

At that moment, another agonizing jolt flickered over the boys, knocking them backwards intensely; as they recovered, Changbin rubbed his wrist, soothing it from the electrifying pain he had just experienced.

"Well, we technically do," he corrected. "Only thing is it rhymes with Bollywood Toast Snub."

Before Chan could protest, you swung open the studio doors; you had a clothing hanger in hand, which contained the outfit you were going to wear for the night: a purple, flowing dress with a black leather jacket. Both pieces of clothing had previously belonged to your mother, and you felt they were only appropriate to wear for the performance.

"We ready?" you excitedly asked as you approached the boys; contrary to what you had expected, they were silent, painful and regretful gazes upon their faces as they looked at you.

"What's going on?" you followed up, a pang in your chest arising as you looked between all three of them.

"Nothing," Han instantly assured. "We just got rocked really hard by one of those jolt things." You nodded, unconvinced but allowing it to slide.

"Okay, well uh, Channie? Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course," he stumbled over the affirmations, walking quickly towards you and facing you. You went to hand your outfit on the door handle of the garage door before returning to him; your figures were much closer than normal, and as you looked up at Chan, a smile came over you, shy but genuine.

"What?" Chan asked, his eye-contact filled with adoration as he looked at you and his heart swelling from your beauty.

"Can you do me a favor?" you questioned, your gaze morphing into one of solemnness.

"Anything, y/n," Chan replied quickly, shining a brief smile. "You know I will."

You exhaled deeply, struggling to find the way to word your favor.

"When you guys cross over," you began, your tone quivering from how hard the statement was to materialize, "if you happen to see my mom, can you tell her I love her...and thank her for bringing you to me?"

Chan's eyes softened as a small, close-lipped smile formed. He nodded, slowly but surely.

"Yes, I absolutely will," he replied, his own voice shaking just barely. "And I will also thank her for bringing me to such an amazing girl." You felt your cheeks flush at his comment, but you kept your gaze upon him, making intimate yet sincere eye contact.

"Band circle?" you asked in attempt to break the tense moment.

"Yeah," Chan answered, the two of you joining Han and Changbin by the piano as Chan told them about the plan. Han, Changbin, and Chan joined hands in the circle, and your hands hovered above theirs, a habit you had picked up from not being able to physically touch the boys.

"We don't know what brought us here," Chan started, his gaze flickering between Changbin and Han before landing on you once again. "What we do know is that you're a star, y/n."

Chan's eyes were filled with nothing short of pure love as he spoke to you; the weight of both his words and his stare making the heat in your cheeks spread across your face. The both of you displayed bright grins before Chan continued.

"And just because this is our last night together, it doesn't mean we won't be watching you from above, or..." Chan clicked his tongue, nodding his head to the ground; the comment made you giggle as the other two phantoms shook their heads.

"Now, let's rock this show," he yelled out. "We're gonna give Hollywood a performance that they'll be talking about until the sun comes up. Legends on three." Chan stuck his right hand in the center of the band circle; Han and Changbin laid theirs overtop, and yours hovered just above the aforementioned three.

"One," Han began the countdown.

"Two," Changbin added.

"Three," you finished.

"Legends!" all four of you screamed as you threw your hands up victoriously. The moment was broken up by a horn honk, which made the boys turn their heads in the direction of the noise.

"That's my dad," you explained. "He's driving me to the Orpheum, so I'll see you guys there."

You begrudgingly walked away from the phantoms, your gaze lingering on Chan as you strided. His eyes followed you as you exited, fondness washing over his stare as he focused on you.

"She's awesome," he muttered to himself.

"Yes she is, isn't she?"

The ghosts snapped their heads around as a dark, ear-wrenching voice sounded from behind them. Their gazes widened and their hearts sunk as they met the figure.

"What are you doing here, Seungmin?" Chan demandedly asked, absentmindedly approaching the phantom with his brows furrowed and his lips pursed.

"Such hostility, Chan!" Seungmin dodged his question, instead teasing him for the rough edge to his words. "I'm just here to congratulate you on the big night! Not everyone gets to play the Orpheum! Especially not twice!"

"Cut the crap, mate," Chan snarled. "We know it's you that's doing this to us. We already told you: we have a band, and we don't want to join your little club."

"Hmm," Seungmin hummed out, ponderation bright in his eyes. "Y'see, boys, the funny thing about crossing over is that no one knows what really goes on on the other side. But I know exactly what's happening on this side."

With that, he blew a kiss towards the phantoms, puffing out a huge plume of smoke at them; as the fumes reached their figures, they disappeared, warping away as Seungmin cackled.

"You may not want to join, but you're going to."

---

"Well don't you all look so nice?"

The boys had appeared in the Hollywood Ghost Club, now wearing formal suits in their respective colors instead of their previously-adorned casual wear; Chan had already begun tugging at the tight collar of his blazer.

"Sweet threads?" Changbin questioned more than answered.

"How did you know our sizes?" Han held his arms out in front of him, gaping at the soft, pink material of his suit.

"All the questions you could've asked, and that's it, Han?" Chan snapped at the younger boy, causing him to retreat back into himself.

"Look," Seungmin began, disregarding all three of their comments and questions. "I know you three aren't my biggest fans, and an eternity at my club seems overwhelming, but I just put you in sweet threads, so humor me this last pitch. For starters, isn't it nice that you're all here together?"

The question was mainly directed at Changbin, as he Chan, and Han looked at each other, their gazes filled with uncertainty; Seungmin had definitely been listening to their prior conversation. Despite the intrusion, the idea of sticking together was tempting.

"And trust me," Seungmin continued, pointing to Han this time. "Everything you want, including Minho, is here." Han looked at the ground in order to avoid looking at Seungmin; thus, the magician shifted his focus to Chan.

"And on my stage," he remarked as he approached the guitarist, "you don't vanish when the music stops. You soak in the applause for as long as you want. The connection that you will feel with that audience will feel like no other. I promise."

Seungmin's hands adjusted Chan's bowtie from where he had tugged at the irritating material, before they moved to Chan's shoulders, rubbing them reassuringly. Undeniably, Seungmin was playing to their hearts' desires, from Changbin's want to stay with his friends, Han's yearn for Minho, and Chan wanting people to feel his music rather than just hear it.

The temptation was becoming overwhelming; however, they could not harp on in for too long as suddenly, a wave of applause came over the club.

"Do you hear that, boys?" Seungmin asked smugly. "Those cheers are for you. They're waiting for you!"

Before they could answer, the phantoms jolted once more, clutching their chests and making Seungmin wince.

"Yeah, that one did look like it hurt," he commented, quickly shrugging the matter off. "Now, let me remind you that you don't know if playing the Orpheum is your unfinished business. Do you really have time to make that mistake?"

The phantoms stood in silence, watching as Seungmin strutted through the sparkly curtain nearby and onto the stage, entertaining the croud as he belted out some form of melody. As he performed, he shot glances at the three, only increasing their wants that Seungmin had so designatingly played to.

They observed Seungmin in stunned awe, his voice singing a melody so enchanting it seemed to pierce straight through to their souls. Before they could comprehend the weight of the circumstance, an inexplicable force took hold. Their feet began tapping to the rhythm, first hesitantly, then with an eerie synchronicity, They exchanged horrified glances, watching themselves succumb to the haunting pull of Seungmin's song.

Before they could fully grasp the chaos unfolding, Han's fingers instinctively began twirling a drumstick with an almost hypnotic rhythm, the motion effortless and precise. In the next moments, Han had vanished. When Chan and Changbin caught up to him, he was perched on Seungmin's stage, entirely absorbed in drumming along to the beat.

"Han!" Seungmin yelled out on stage. "Show me what you got!"

Mere seconds later, Changbin held up his bass, looking at the instrument purely terrified before he too warped onstage; his fingers plucked against the strings absentmindedly, as if he already knew the melody of the song by heart. His body swayed to the rhythm, but his face still had a look of pure horror etched onto it.

"Changbin!" Seungmin called next. "Sing it baby!"

Chan, watching the supernatural actions of his bandmates, held back as much as he could, even when Seungmin had motioned to him afterwards. He threw his guitar in the air, his body unintentionally following Seungmin's footsteps no matter how hard he shook his head or tried to step backwards. Eventually, he was fully on stage, scaredly looking at the audience as he, Changbin, and Han played the cursed, entrapping melody. They were fearful, worried that they had missed their shot at escape.

Yet, moments after the song had ended and as Seungmin took a cocky bow, the three had vanished...

---

"Hey, yn. It's time to go on!"

The stage manager knocked at your door, interrupting your anxious pacing. Flynn watched as you lost yourself in worried thoughts, every scenario as to where the phantoms could be consuming your mind.

"Just a second!" you yelled out, attempting to mask the crack in your voice. You walked over to Flynn, eyeing her with a nervous bewilderment.

"I think something's wrong," you told her, your arms wrapping around your middle as if to soothe the unease in your gut. "The guys were getting those jolts pretty bad as I was leaving, and there's no way they would stand me up again...I think they ran out of time."

Flynn took in a deep breath, her eyes widening slightly in dejected shock.

"I'm so sorry, y/n," she apologized, standing up to grip your shoulders lightly.

"They didn't get to cross over," you sorrowfully convinced yourself. "They're just gone, and I didn't get to say goodbye."

Flynn did not think twice before wrapping you in a tight embrace, allowing you space to let out your tears; however, the moment was brief, as the stage manager knocked on the door once again. The mere sound was enough to have you running away from Flynn, despite her pleas, and out of the backstage room, past the manager and outside into the alleyway of Sunset Boulevard.

You stood in the middle of the walkway, throwing your hands down as you sobbed. You looked up at the sky, your voice thick with hurt.

"I don't know if you can hear me, Mom," you began, sniffling through your speech, "but I can't handle this. Flynn says that you're behind everything, but I don't know! If I was supposed to help the guys, I didn't. They're gone, Mom, and I am so sorry. They were my friends. My band. My family. And I loved them."

You paused for a moment, your heart breaking with every word.

"Especially Chan," you continued hesitantly. "Mom, he was so amazing. He knew me like you did, and I really, really grew attached to him. I can't even believe I'm admitting I love a ghost, but...Why can't you just come pick me up, and hold me in your arms and tell me everything's okay and that I'm gonna get through it?! And that even though the phantoms aren't with me, they're in Heaven with you."

You fell to your knees, burying your face in your hands as you loudly sobbed. The weight of everything overwhelmed you; it was not just the boys anymore. It was the boys, plus the loss of your mother, plus the intensity of the night; you were supposed to help them, and you could not. Thus, you lost out on two amazing best friends and one incredible lover.

A woman passed by you, analyzing your sorrowful stance. She looked at you, nothing short of empathy within her gaze, and handed you a flower, patting your shoulder lovingly. The flower was a Dahlia.

Your mom's favorite.

You looked at it for a moment before clutching it to your chest, hugging it tightly. It was then you realized: maybe your mom was behind everything, and maybe you had lost the boys, but one thing was for certain.

You had found yourself.

With this revelation, you ran back inside, determined to not smear the reputation you had built for yourself. You swung the doors open as the stage manager was yelling something about Panic going on now. You held up the floor, looking at Flynn with a newfound optimism.

"Signs," you breathed out, mirroring her words from two nights prior and causing her to smile brightly at you.

Walking onto the stage felt like wading through a thick fog, each step deliberate and heavy with anticipation. The soles of your shoes tapped softly against the polished floor, the sound swallowed by the buzz of the expectant crowd. Your gaze swept over the sea of faces illuminated by soft, golden lights, the murmur of excitement cresting into a wave of cheers as the intercom boomed your band’s name. Applause erupted, thunderous and alive, reverberating through your chest as you approached the sleek, black piano waiting for you. A deep breath escaped your lips as you eased onto the bench, fingers trembling slightly as they placed the delicate Dahlia on the edge of the keyboard, its vibrant petals a stark contrast against the dark surface. Clutching the cool metal of the microphone, you steadied yourself and began to speak, your voice laced with a mix of nervousness and resolve.

"Hi, I'm y/n," you shakily introduced yourself as you scanned the crowd; your eyes landed on your dad, who looked more proud than words could describe. You kept your focus on him as you continued: "I'd like to dedicate this song to my mom, tonight. She may be gone, but she has been there every time I have played. I want to thank her for not giving up on me...I'd also like to dedicate tonight's performance to three special friends, who have changed my life completely. They brought music back to me, and I cannot thank them enough for that. This song is for anyone who has ever lost themselves. Don't give up, and stand tall. Thank you."

You took a deep breath as you began to play, looking to the sky briefly as if to signal to your mom for help; as you did so, a wave of peace rushed over you, and you adjusted your microphone while stroking each key in melody.

"Don't blink No, I don't want to miss it One thing, and it's back to the beginning 'Cause everything is rushing in fast Keep going on never look back

The onlookers erupted into a thunderous symphony of applause as your voice carried into the chorus. A flicker of transformation crossed your face—melancholy giving way to a spark of determined excitement, your eyes alight with purpose as the music flowed through you.

"Whatever happens, even if I'm the last standing I'ma stand tall, I'ma stand tall Whatever happens, even when everything's down I'ma stand tall, I'ma stand tall I gotta keep on dreaming 'Cause I gotta catch that feeling Whatever happens, even if I'm the last standing I'ma stand tall, I'ma stand tall"

What happened next was astounding. As you finished the first chorus, you heard a whoosh! from the left of you, and as you snapped your head to the source of the noise, you were met with a squirrel-esque boy in a pink suit, smiling brightly as he rocked on his drumset.

Han.

Your eyes glistened with unshed tears as you mirrored the grin, your heart swelling with an emotion you couldn’t quite name. Somehow, against all odds, the boys were still here. Their determination to see this performance through matched your own, unwavering and steadfast.

Seconds after Han's appearance, Changbin came in, adorned in a red blazer and tuning his bass casually as you began the second verse; you looked at him as you began, your eyes softening with gratitude.

"Right now, I'm loving every minute Hands down, can't let myself forget it, no 'Cause everything is rushing in fast Keep holding on, never look back"

Your voice crescendoed on the last lyric, a new fire coursing through you. As you started on the second prechorus, you heard a flashing sound, and as you looked to the left of the stage, you saw Chan; he had not fully materialized, however. He was flickering in and out on the stage, attempting to appear but not being able to. Han and Changbin exchanged worried glances, and absentmindedly, you began to sing louder, in hopes that maybe your voice would give him the spark to appear.

Little did you know, that is exactly what it took.

"I'm going out of my mind!"

Chan had finally mustered the strength to appear, his presence sending an electric jolt through you. Excitement bubbled over as you grabbed your microphone from its stand, your feet barely touching the stage as you bounced in exhilaration. The music swelled, your voice harmonizing with the haunting resonance of the phantoms as the second chorus soared into the air.

Amid the vibrant chaos, Chan's gaze found yours. His eyes crinkled with a warmth that matched the brightness of his smile, and he slipped seamlessly into his verses, each note carrying a quiet yet unshakable confidence. The connection between you sparked something deep, a newfound pride blooming in your chest. You felt unstoppable, striding across the stage with a radiant energy as your voice filled the venue, carrying a piece of your soul to every corner.

As the bridge approached, you made your way to the edge of the stage, Changbin following close behind; the two of you rocked the verse out as you high-fived and waved at excited fans in the venue.

"Like I'm glowing in the dark I keep on going when it's all falling apart Yeah, I know it with all my heart Oh, oh"

Chan rang out a, "Never look back!" as you and Changbin rushed back to center-stage; Han then stood up, singing a solo line in a higher, enthusiastic pitch.

"Whatever happens, even if I'm the last standing I'ma stand tall, I'ma stand tall."

Changbin followed after, his voice deep but exhilerating.

"Whatever happens, even if I'm the last standing I'ma stand tall, I'ma stand tall!"

The energy of the crowd surged as you and Changbin unleashed your soaring high-notes, their thunderous cheers reverberating through the venue. With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you darted across the stage in an exaggerated, playful display, arms outstretched and fingers pointing theatrically at the sea of faces. Amid the dazzling lights, your gaze locked onto Chan, his eyes brimming with a mixture of amusement and admiration as he watched your exuberant antics. A mischievous grin tugged at your lips, and you snapped your fingers toward him, beckoning him to join you with a sharp motion, inviting him to share the spotlight for the grand finale.

He trailed behind you as you moved to the front of the stage, his gaze locked onto yours with a teasing gleam in his eyes. Every step you took seemed to pull him closer, his presence a steady, electrifying pull. When you reached the edge of the stage, you turned your back to him, letting the final lyric of the song linger in the air. The moment you spun back around, there he was—his grin widening as Han and Changbin appeared at your side, ready for the final encore, their energy matching yours as the crowd roared with excitement.

You held out your high note for longer than you were supposed to, in hopes to keep the phantoms with you for a moment or two longer. Yet, the music eventually came to an end; as such, you and the phantoms took one last painful yet exciting bow. Once you had risen up, you heard gasps from the crowd, no doubt signalling their disappearance.

For a final time, they had vanished.

---

That night, you made your way back to the studio, opening the doors solemnly as your gaze saddened. You looked to the couch, where Chan had spent all of his time writing songs with you, then to the piano, where the band had all of the meetings over what songs to play and when. You sucked in a deep breath, finding the confidence to speak to them one last time.

"I know I already said this, but uh." You looked to the sky, feeling connected with the boys once more as you took another deep inhale.

"Thank you guys."

"You're welcome."

You did not know what you were expecting, but it was not Changbin accepting your gratitude with a breathy groan, followed by Han and Changbin scoffing and sighing from frustration. Your eyes widened at hearing the boys's voices, so you ran to the lightswitch, flicking it on to see an unpleasant sight.

The boys were laying on the ground of the garage, side-by-side, coughing and groaning from agony. You felt bewildered tears seep into your eyes as you approached them. Chan's head looked up to meet you, sorrow present in his features.

"Why are you guys still here? I thought that-"

You were cut off by another sharp jolt piercing through the phantoms; this one was the worst of them all, knocking them all further down and causing them to squirm in pure pain. The sight of it all sent worry down your spine and made a feeling of pure dread settle in your heart.

"No, no!" you screamed. "Why didn't you cross over?!"

The phantoms climbed off the floor, Chan sitting himself up and Han and Changbin leaned on the edges of obscure furniture.

"Only one explanation," Han replied, his voice breathy. "Playing the Orpheum wasn't out unfinished business."

"Point Seungmin," Changbin punctuated with a groan.

"We wanted you to think we crossed over so we pretended to," Chan admitted, his eyes tearing up as he wiped at his runny nose. It was clear all three boys had been crying. "We didn't have anywhere else to go, y/n."

"Yeah, we thought you were going to go straight to bed," Changbin confessed.

"Well, I knew she was going to come out here, but no one ever listens to me." Han stood up, doubled over the piano. Another jolt rocked their bodies, causing you to run up to them.

"You have to save yourself!" you pleaded. "Go join Seungmin's club, for me, please! It's better than not existing at all!"

"No!" Changbin yelled, unintentionally. "We're not going back there."

"No music is worth making, y/n, if we aren't making it with you." Chan approached you, his lips quivering as he made dejected eye-contact with you. "No regrets."

Without a second thought, you hurled yourself into Chan’s arms, wrapping your arms around him with a desperate intensity. It was as if you needed to hold him so tightly, so completely, that there would be no chance of him slipping away, even if you clung to him forever. Your heart raced, and in the quiet of the moment, your lips trembled as you finally whispered the words you’d been aching to say all month.

"I love you, Chan."

Chan’s heart ached, a sharp pang echoing through his chest as your words hit him. The weight of them, the raw vulnerability, brought tears to his eyes, and they fell silently down his cheeks. Fear gripped him, but he clung to you just as fiercely. His arms tightened around you, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered into the crook of your neck.

"I love you, too."

Han and Changbin watched in sorrow, Changbin's lips quirking up into a sad smile as he sobbed.

In that moment, you pulled away, realization coursing over you as you glanced up at Chan; however, something was entirely unfamiliar about the boy:

He was glowing.

Your hands ran up his forearms to his shoulders as you studied him in a dazed confusion.

"How can I feel you?" you questioned, hoping he had the answer.

"I don't know," he answered, his voice barely audible. His hands came up to cup your cheeks and yours to grip his as he continued, both of you longing for the touch you had so desperately craved from one another. "But I...I feel stronger."

Han and Changbin stood frozen, their expressions mirroring the same bewilderment that mirrored your own, eyes wide and hearts heavy with confusion. The room seemed to hold its breath as you reached out to them, your hand a silent invitation. Slowly, they moved toward you, drawn by the quiet gravity of the moment. Without a word, the three of them joined you in a single, tight embrace, pulling you into the warmth of their presence. 

Just as you had suspected, you could feel them as well, and their bodies became enveloped in the same, golden hue that Chan was. The hug lingered for moments on end before the four of you broke.

"Woah," Changbin sighed. "I don't feel weak anymore!"

"Me neither," Han added on. "Not that, y'know, I was ever that weak." The comment caused a giggle to echo in that moment of tension; suddenly, the three phantoms felt a weird sensation on their wrists, almost like a tingle. Han and Changbin rolled up the sleeves of their blazers and Chan held his sleeveless arm out.

The purple, Hollywood Ghost Club stamps on their arms floated lightly above them before disappearing entirely. All four of you looked at one another, a knowing look present in your gazes.

"I think the band's back," Chan whispered, smiling from ear-to-ear at you. Your eyes flickered to his, pride and adoration visible; before you could act, Han spoke once more.

"Can we uh...can we do that hug thing again?"

"Absolutely!" you, Chan, and Changbin happily sounded at the same time; with that the four of you enveloped into another tight hug, jumping around from excitement at the night's events.

"We played the Orpheum, guys!" you yelled, pulling away from the phantoms.

"Yeah, we did!" Chan responded, his hands gripping your shoulders with an exhilerant intent. As he gazed at you for longer, however, his demeanor shifted.

He took in the weight of being able to feel you, to caress you, and to hug you, and it made him wonder.

"Boys, you mind giving us some space?" he looked to Han and Changbin, who smirked, knowing what the boy was planning. As they walked away, he took your hands in his, smiling brightly at you.

"So we can hug," he said, "and we can hold each others faces, so I wonder-"

You did not give Chan time to finish before your lips closing the gap in between you two. His lips were warm and soft against yours, tentative at first from astoundment. The kiss was everything, from sweet to electric to gentle, carrying the passion you had felt for one another for so long.

When you finally broke apart, your forehead rested against his. Chan smiled the boyish, lopsided grin that never failed to make your heart race.

"Stole my thunder," Chan remarked cheekily, eliciting a chest swat from your end.

"Whatever," you mumbled. "So, since the band's back, can we also be back? Or, can we at least start something?" Chan responded by interlacing your fingers, a motion he felt a certain relief at finally being able to do.

"Didn't know we were ever gone, Love."

---

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[eomcheong-keun-megi]

ITS ALWAYS HIM AT THE SCENE

[daisykihannie]

could u do number 93 for jisung for the invisible ask game please ? ive been lovingggg it so far

93.) “so… do you actually like me?”

Pairing: Jisung x Reader

Warnings: fluff, crack

[hyunverse]

texts you receive when you're asleep ☆ ot8 skz

text fics. stray kids ot8 x gn!reader. humour, fluff. no warnings.

BANG CHAN, LEE KNOW.

CHANGBIN, HYUNJIN.

HAN, FELIX.

SEUNGMIN, I.N.

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[143hyunes]

when you help them shave

includes: ot8 x gn reader

genre: domestic fluff, crack(?), sfw

synopsis: you ask your bf if you can help him shave

warnings: implied established relationship, use of nicknames like baby; babe, lots of kissing, suggestive (lee know & seungmin), mention of blood in han's part, extreme **fluff**

wordcount: 2.5k

a/n: i saw a similar hc a while back, so i was hesitating whether i should upload this for the longest time (i've had this in the drafts since January 😭), my version is different from that one though, i can't believe i'm finally posting this. anyways i hope you like this <33 as always reblogs and feedback appreciated !!

CHAN

Days off with Chan were always eventful. Today was one such day and he was in a playful mood. The razor was in your right hand while you held onto his chin, in order to glide the razor easily across his jaw and cheeks. But Chan had other plans, you yelped out in surprise when he pulled your waist against his naked torso, the razor dropping from your hands, luckily the razor was not near his face and he didn’t get hurt. “Christopher! You could’ve seriously gotten hurt, please don’t do that again.”

“Yes ma’am!” He cheekily exclaimed, saluting you. When his hands went back to your waist again, you gave him a glare.

“What? Can’t I be close to my baby?” He said matter of factly. You sighed, you loved his cute antics, the way he was always seeking out your touch even when asleep, if he could he would never leave your side. “Okay, ok, I guess we can compromise.”

You led him out to your shared bedroom, setting the glass with water and shaving cream on the floor. When he sat down, he guided you to sit down on his lap. After you had settled on his lap, you started your handiwork on his face again. 

“All done.” You say grinning, satisfied with your work. “Finally.” He says before pulling you in for a kiss, the kiss is soft, tender and unhurried.

Both of you stop to take a breathe but don’t pull away from each other, almost sharing the same air. “I love you.” His sudden admission makes you blush. “Like I really, really love you.” He enunciated, nuzzling into your neck.

“Then will you make breakfast and do the dishes today?” He giggles.

“Anything for you baby.”

LEE KNOW

Your boyfriend’s insistence on not keeping a straight face was getting troublesome, you had been trying to shave his face for the past half an hour. He kept making goofy, semi scary expressions, you didn’t know how he could have so much control over his features. “Lee Minho, you’re really going to get hurt and ruin your shirt and it won’t be an accident.”

“I won’t hesitate to resort to violence.” You warn him again.

That seemed to make him stop but you should’ve known better, his hand had sneaked around you to get the bottle of the shaving foam. You dodged just in time but his attacks didn’t stop after his failed attempt. He finally managed to get the foam on your face. “You’re such a brat.” You scoffed.

You had to restrain him, that’s the only way you could get work done. Your left hand held both of his wrists behind his back while you used the right to shave his face, you tried to finish as quickly as possible because he could easily break free from your “constraints”. He played along though and was surprisingly cooperative. “Damn, babe I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff.”

“Shut up.” You knew you would not hear the end of it and soon his friends would also start teasing you. After you were done, you playfully, lightly slapped his right cheek. He sent you a skittish glare before caressing your neck and leaning in. You thought he would kiss you but he pulled away at the last moment. 

“Ugh,, you’re such a menace.”

“You know you love it.” You begrudgingly agree, giving his lips a chaste kiss.

CHANGBIN

“Bin, Bin!” You slowly shake his shoulders.”Don't fall asleep on me when I’m shaving your face.” You say while cupping his face, he leans into your touch giving your palm a soft kiss.

“Mhm hmm.” He hums.

You dutifully start shaving the side of his jaw again, when you clean the razor of the foam on it, you feel soft curly hair and hot breathe on your neck as he lays his head down on your shoulder.”Oh my baby is really tired, isn’t he?” You coo, your fingers massaging his scalp and he only lets out a cute grunt still laying on your shoulder. 

“Tell you what, if you let me finish shaving your face, I’ll make pancakes with chocolate chips for you.” That seems to wake him up and he obediently faces you. You laugh at his antics, the way to his heart was truly through food. 

You quickly shave the remaining hairs on his face and give him kisses all over his face. You watch as he snuggles back into the sheets, he looks so cute and endearing, you just want to bite him.

You make the pancake batter and add chocolate chips to it. You flip the last pancake and add it to the stack. Pouring his favourite apple juice into a glass, you take it and the plate of pancakes to him, you knock on the door to wake him up. He gives you a smile that you would kill for. 

His takes his first bite and smiles up at you again. “Really delicious, babe.” he says his mouthful of the pancake, he lifts his fork up for you to taste your creation. He always does this, sharing his food and feeding it to you too. 

After he’s done eating, he convinces you to take a nap with him. You can never resist him and the way his arms around you make you feel warm and safe. Slumber soon finds the both of you as you cuddle.

HYUNJIN

Hyunjin’s leaning against the wash basin, lowering his body so you can easily shave his face, he holds onto your waist for support. His hands are rubbing small circles on your waist and he’s humming along to one of your favourite songs that plays from the bluetooth speaker. Quiet nights like this where you have his undivided attention make you so giddy. 

Hyunjin always liked to hold intense eye contact, something that made you very shy at the start of you guys’ relationship, it still flusters you. His intense gaze on you right now was making your cheeks heat up, you’re always curious as to why he does that, so you decide to ask him right now.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” you meekly ask him, the scrutiny of his gaze making you timid. 

“Nothing, you just look so cute while you’re concentrating on something.”

That makes you stop, your blush deepening at his confession. “But you always look at me like that.”

He seems to ponder over his next words, his lips and eyebrows quirking up, making him all the more endearing. A stray strand of hair falls into his face and you tuck it behind his ear, cupping his face. 

“It’s because I love you, I’m trying to commit your face to my memory, so you’re there even when I close my eyes.” He finally answers.

Sometimes you feel overwhelmed by the love he has for you, this feeling making you feel full, akin to having a meal with your loved ones where after your hunger is satiated due to the good food and the hearty conversations. 

Still cupping his face you lean in to kiss him, trying to convey your love and feelings you cannot describe through the kiss. And he understands, like he always does, both of you were so attuned to each other’s emotions and mannerisms like you were cut from the same clothe.

He breaks away from the kiss only to go back to kiss your forehead. It had become his 2nd favourite spot to kiss you, after you had let it slip one such night that you really liked forehead kisses because they made you feel loved and safe. 

HAN

Han had had a very eventful day today and you could tell from the way he was so excited to tell you all about it while you shaved his facial hair. He was a ball of energy even at the end of the day, his animated gestures making you smile.

He seemed to forget that you held a sharp razor in your hand and turned his head abruptly, you pulled your hand away but it was not soon enough.”Ow!” He yelped out in pain.

The razor had scratched his skin, making it bleed; fortunately the cut wasn’t too deep.

You remove the first aid kit from the bottom drawer, using the alcohol you clean his wound. It hurts your heart when he flinches from the sting of it, but you proceed to apply antiseptic cream to his wound, softly blowing on it, in hopes that it would hurt less.

You kiss the mole on his left cheek, you couldn’t resist it. He smiles, his thumb caressing your cheek.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been more careful with the razor.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault babe, I should’ve been more attentive and not move around so much.” He reassured you, kissing your forehead.

“Let me kiss it better, unless it doesn’t hurt too much?” You grin cheekily.

He suddenly clutches the side of his face, acting like he’s in indescribable pain.”Oww, Y/N it hurts really bad, only my baby’s kisses can heal me now.”, he exclaims with a pout.

You giggle while kissing his soft lips, he leans into the kiss, holding your face.

Later you did each other’s skin care routine, you were of course careful of his wound, not wanting to hurt him. You spent the rest of the night watching anime cuddled up beside each other.

FELIX

Felix really liked being taken care of. The blush that creeped up his neck when you asked him if you could help him shave his face today, was indication enough. And you liked taking care of people. You were perfect for each other. 

The razor hovers just before his jaw while he looks at you with such a loving expression that it floors you. He looks so adorable even with his bed head, the sunlight streaming in through the bathroom windows, making his skin glow. The freckles on his face truly shining like constellations in the night sky. You were hit with a huge wave of love for him, you just couldn’t not kiss him, not when he looked at you like you had put up all the stars in the sky. So you did, feeling lucky to call him yours.

He smiled into your kiss, returning it with the same fervour.

“I love you, Lixie.” He only giggles, blush deepening. 

“Oh really? What a coincidence, because I love you too, baby.” His voice was deep and gravelly after the long hours of sleep and it was driving you crazy would be an understatement.

You only realise that you have shaving foam on your face when he wipes it off you, his movements delicate. You must have gotten it on you when you kissed him. 

After you were done, he made breakfast for the both of you, scrambled eggs for him and sunny side up for you. You loved how domestic all of this was and could imagine spending the rest of your days like this, basking in each other’s love. What you didn’t know was that Felix shared the same thoughts as you, already planning your future in his head.

SEUNGMIN

Seungmin was very apprehensive of the idea of you shaving his face, you were naturally clumsy and he was afraid you would abrade his skin.

“If I get hurt I’m suing you.”

“Kim Seungmin, do you want to sleep on the couch tonight?”

“No.” He says begrudgingly.

“Then you will listen to what I say.”

You gently drag the razor across his face while he stands as still as a statue. He really is afraid of you hurting him, so you decide to tease him. You flick the foam on his jaw and giggle when it lands on his hair. It looks like he has a cloud on his head, when your hand again goes to flick the foam, he grabs ahold of your wrists. “Why’re you such a brat today?”

“I just really like teasing you, Seung.” You say directly looking him in the eyes, his right hand holding onto your wrist, in between your faces. 

Releasing the grip on your hand, he leaned down, his hair touching yours and now you too, had a cloud on top of your head. “Now we’re even.”

“Hey! Not fair, you attacked when I was distracted!”

“You’re the one who started it.” He says while crossing his arms. He towered over you though it was not much, you caught him off guard when you tickled his sides. Soon enough, it turned into a tickle battle and both of you were out of breathe. 

You had no idea how it happened but he had somehow managed to cage you between his arms, your back against the glass wall of the shower. “You’re really such a brat.’ He says raising your chin with his pointer finger. “But it’s ok. I actually like it.” Before you know it, he’s leaning into kiss you. 

You don’t know how he could be so passionate with his kisses so early in the morning, his tongue fighting for dominance with yours. 

“I like being a brat for you too.”

JEONGIN

It was a lazy day in and you were cuddling with your boyfriend, when you had the idea to shave his facial hair. “Can I shave your face?” You asked as you looked up at him from where you lay on his chest. He makes a distinct sound of agreement to your question.

“Okay, let’s go.” You say pulling at his hand.

“Now? But I’m so comfortable.” He says pouting.

“What can I do to convince you?” You say nudging his side.

“Can we pleasee have Mc Donald’s for breakfast?” He asks, flashing his signature charming, dimpled smile.

“Hmm, it’s not healthy, you know that baby.”

“But-I’m also craving a hash brown. Oh what the hell, you only live once.” You say giving in.

He gives your cheek a kiss when you agree to his peculiar request.

Both of you decided to place the order after you were done shaving, since the food arrives fast. 

Jeongin was really compliant and before you knew it you were done, it was going surprisingly smoothly. He must have really wanted to eat his favourite shrimp burger.

You, however, soon realised that you had spoken too soon, as your boyfriend’s hand collided with dirty soap water and it almost spilled on you. Luckily for you his reflexes were strong and he caught the glass before it could spill on you.

“You’re such a klutz, babe.” You tch, teasing him.

“That’s not how you treat your saviour.” He haughtily replies, a lilt in his voice.

“You’re also the one who put me in harm’s way.”

“Okay, fair enough. Can we please order Mc Donald’s now?”

You go to the bedroom to find your phone and place the order. When food finally arrives, the smile on Jeongin’s face is so big that it makes you smile too. Lazy days would always be the best as long as your boyfriend was with you.

[imfoive]

Skz fake texts ── bf! SKZ Party kind of conversations the hottest couple at any social event

Warning: mentions of cursing, suggestive

── all fake texts

[princessbubblegumsstuff]

Boyfriend SKZ!Fake texts- he hears that you faked and orgasm

Genre(s): suggestive, fluff, idol au, established relationship, angst (?), fake texts, femreader x skz

Warning(s): explicit language, mentions of sex

Including: maknae line

hyung line

prompt list (leave requests🩷)

Han

Felix

Seungmin

Jeongin

[hjizngs]

TEXTING SKZ ON UR PERIOD

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big thanks tew @jeongin-lvr for the idea luv u bae

cw: period, cursing, a lil angsty??? not rly