#han jisung humor

[itsasilentreader]

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𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: bff!jisung x reader

𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: humor/crack

𝙎𝙎: 12

𝙏𝙒/𝘾𝙒: some curse words, mentioning of losing a grandparent, jisung has a lot of air in his head and is not using his brain 99% of the time

𝘼/𝙉: I got this idea because my bf sends me the most random shit he sees sometimes. So this is inspired by him and random dumb texts I found on pinterest.

⋮ 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

Ⓒ︎ 𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝗗𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵.

[blinkstay4life]

Jisung: I wanna wake up with you for the rest of my life.

Minho: I wake up at 4:30 am every morning for dance practice.

Jisung: I wanna consistently see you at some point for the rest of my life.

[dreamydelulu]

The seat

Genre: Humor, fluffy

Sorry about any grammatical/ortographic mistakes. English isn’t my first language.

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The whole group was excited for their weekly movie night. They all gathered in the living room, each member eyeing the couch and the few comfortable armchairs available. It was a tight fit with nine members, but everyone usually managed to find a spot somehow and be comfortable in their own way.

Jiwon and Jeongin, being the maknaes of the group, were no exception to this rule. They always ended up fighting over the last seat left, and today was no different.

"The seat is mine!" Jeongin declared, diving for the last spot, only to be met by the younger's quick response.

"Knock it off, that's my spot! I've been eyeing it since morning!" The younger's eyes fixed on the prized seat.

Jeongin, equally determined, retorted, "No way! I had my eyes on it before you even woke up! It's mine!"

Jiwon pouted adorably. "But I was here first!" he whined, his big doe eyes pleading innocently.

Jeongin raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly does 'being here first' translate into claiming ownership of the sofa?"

Jiwon shrugged "Because... well, it just does," and then he continued complaining, pouting, “hyung, It’s not fair. You always get everything your way."

Hyunjin, in his usual sarcastic tone, chimed in, "Oh boy, here we go again."

Minho, always quick with a mischievous remark, added, "Someone grab the popcorn. This is better than any movie!"

Their banter quickly escalated into a playful argument, each claiming their right to the coveted seat. “Let’s do It fair, then, 'll race you for it!" Jeongin challenged, his competitive side showing.

Jiwon smirked, agreeing with it. “You're on! Let’s do it."

As they dashed towards the couch, the other members couldn't help but laugh at their antics. "You guys are ridiculous," Felix chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

Changbin couldn't help but chuckle at their never-ending rivalry. "Come on, guys, there's always the floor."

Both of them shot him deadly looks before turning back to their argument.

"The floor? Are you kidding me?" Jeongin protested. "No way!"

Jiwon huffed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, I can't even stretch out properly like this!"

Bangchan attempted to mediate, "Why not share the seat, then?"

But their competitive spirits were too ignited. "No way!" Jiwon exclaimed, "This is a battle of honor, hyung!"

"You two should really grow up," Seungmin muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes, shaking his head in exasperation as he sat down on the couch.

At the end Jeongin managed to win the seat being faster than the maknae and with a victorious grin, he celebrated. "Hah, take that. The seat is mine!"

“Not fair, hyung! You cheated,” Jiwon accused and pouted, crossing his arms, sulky.

“You lost because you’re just too slow, won-ah. Accept it,” Jeongin teased.

The other members burst into laughter, unable to contain their amusement.

Felix chimed in again, chuckling entertained. "Come on, you two, stop fighting. It's just a seat."

Bangchan, trying to play peacemaker. "Yeah, there's plenty of room on the floor with blankets and cushions."

“But the couch is more comfortable,” Jiwon whined dramatically in a grumpy way.

“Wony, grab your dramatic ass and come sit here with us already, stop whining” Changbin patted the spot next to him on the floor, teasing, enjoying this too much.

“Yeah, Jiwon,” said Jeongin with a mischievous grin, with spreading on the couch. “Listen to your hyung.”

The maknae couldn’t help but let out an exaggerated sigh in defeat, but his stubbornness wouldn’t let him give up so easily. “Well, I guess this leaves me with no other choice, then.”

And without saying a word, he just sat on Jeongin’s lap, while crossing his legs as if it was a seat.

"Whoa, where did that come from?" Hyunjin chuckled, amazed by Jiwon's audacity.

Jeongin, bewildered but entertained, couldn't help but laugh at Jiwon's antics "Hey, that's cheating!"

"Technically, I didn't take the seat," Jiwon retorted with a grin, reveling in his small victory.

The room erupted in laughter as their maknae settled onto Jeongin's lap comfortably, and the others, still flustered, could do nothing but roll their eyes and shake their heads.

"Well, problem solved, looks like wony found a better seat," Changbin declared, entertained.

Jeongin was taken aback, momentarily stunned by Jiwon's unexpected move.

"That's not fair!" he protested, trying to hide his amusement.

Jiwon playfully patted Jeongin's head and teased, “Life is not fair, hyung.”

Felix, unable to contain his laughter, added, "Oh, come on, Jeonginnie! You got outsmarted by the maknae!"

Jeongin huffed pretending to be annoyed and rolled his eyes. “Alright, alright, I’ll accept it. But just this time.”

Later, while watching the movie:

Everyone was finally settled in their spots while watching the movie, finally in peace. But, of course, their maknaes wouldn’t let it last for too long.

“Yah, hyung, stop moving so much,” Jiwon complained, the room no longer being in silence anymore. “You're going to make me fall.”

Then Jeongin quickly answered, crossing his arms, “Well, it’s because you’re in my lap. You're not like a feather, you know.”

“And here we go again,” Seungmin announced, rolling his eyes.

“Guys, come on. Can’t we just watch the movie without you two being at each other’s throat?” Bangchan said, trying to mediate their non-stop bickering (but failing miserably).

Jiwon and Jeongin, their faces turning slightly red, exchanged embarrassed glances but continued to argue under their breath. Jiwon mumbled, "I should've taken another seat."

Jeongin retorted, "You're the one who wanted to sit here, anyways!”

As the teasing continued, Minho couldn't resist joining in on the fun. With a mischievous grin, he leaned over to Jiwon and said, "Next time, I'll let you sit on my lap, Wony."

Jiwon's eyes widened in surprise, and he blushed even deeper. “U-um, thanks, hyung.” he stammered, not knowing what to say exactly, being caught off guard.

Jeongin, with his competitive spirit kicking in, spoke up, his tone laced with jealousy. He retorted, "Wait a minute! You can’t just offer that, hyung!"

The room burst into laughter as Jeongin, trying to save face, added, "I mean, it's my lap he should be sitting on!"

Felix burst into giggles and poked fun at Jeongin, "Jealous, are we?"

Jeongin's cheeks turned an even darker shade of red as he tried to defend himself, "N-no, It’s not that! I'm not jealous! It's just... well, it's different!”

Jisung couldn't help but chime in, "Oh, is that how it is? Fight for your man, Jeonginnie!"

Jeongin's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as he grumbled, "I'm not fighting for anyone!"

Jiwon, still blushing, decided to have some fun with the situation. He turned to Jeongin with a mischievous smile and said, "Well, maybe I'll take Minho-hyung up on his offer next time."

Jeongin's eyes widened, and he quickly retorted, "You wouldn't dare!"

Felix, still grinning, decided to tease Jeongin further, "Aw, I think someone's being possessive of Wony!"

Jiwon, caught in the middle of this amusing situation, couldn't stop himself from giggling. He playfully wrapped an arm around Jeongin's shoulders and said poking the other’s cheek, "Don't worry, innie, you're still my favorite," making the others burst into laughter and making Jeongin blush even more.

Jeongin’s jealousy melted away as he blushed at Jiwon’s words, and the other members couldn’t contain their laughter at the whole exchange. It was another moment of playful teasing that made their movie nights so enjoyable.

“W-wathever,” he stammered.

Jisung, grinning ear to ear, leaned over and whispered to Minho, “Well, that escalated quickly.”

Minho nodded, trying to hold back his laughter. “I guess we’ve found Iyen’s weak spot.”

The playful atmosphere continued as the movie played on, with Jiwon and Jeongin sharing a knowing look and secretly enjoying the friendly banter among their fellow members.

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Author note: you guys must be tired of It, but as I said. I love Jeongin and Jiwon’s love-hate dynamics, and makes me having a bunch of ideas to write about It. I’ll try to explore later with others the members too, feel free to make any request if you have ideas to share with me ;)

[skz-fanfic-recs]

“do you think he’s gay?” "look at how many rings he has on. of course he’s gay.” 

[shroomiethefrogwhisperer]

Guys. Guys. Minsungsexual.

I am fricking dead.

[deepthoughtsallday]

I’m not sorry

[cherryeol04]

Favor

➻ Pairings: Minho-centric, implied minchan, implied minsung

➻ Genre: humor, fantasy au, magic au

➻ Additional: 

➻ Word Count: 6.2k

➻ Warnings: Attempted character death, minor character death

 ➻ Author’s notes: This story is cross posted on multiple sites under the same username!

“Gil is still on the loose.”

Minho had to hold back the audible sigh that threatened to escape him, eyes rolling unintentionally. He just couldn’t help it! It was the same old story he heard in all the classes he has taken about magic. Granted they are all stories about magic users, but it didn’t make it any less redundant. Humans and magic usually didn’t mix well, or so history has shown. Minho wasn’t sure of the accuracy of these historical accounts but it’s not like he could refute any of them. All he knew was that white magic was good, black/dark magic was bad and humans generally hated magic users for a plethora of reasons.

Okay, so maybe hate was a strong word. Distrust was probably more accurate and Minho could understand - to a point - their reasoning. Hell, he hated magic too! Magic being ‘bad’ was the general consensus that was being drilled into their heads, which was fine. What Minho didn’t understand was why every course on magic - most required - had to repeat the same material, nearly word for word from each other. He thought that at least one course would touch on the subject of how to defend against magic, or how to protect against curses and hexes. 

But no. Every course simply taught about all the horrible and tyrannical magic users of olden days and the reasons why the enforcers were created, as well as how to overall avoid any magic user at all cost.

It was monotonous and boring and Minho couldn’t believe he was wasting his hard earned money on this bullshit.

‘Two more semesters and you can start fresh. Just two more semesters.’

It was a mantra he had to keep repeating to himself. He could do this!

“Tomorrow we’ll cover the Great Siege.”

Minho absolutely couldn’t stop the long groan of exasperation that escaped him. Thankfully, it was covered up by the sounds of chair legs scraping across linoleum floors as students started packing up and leaving. It took Minho a hot second before he started to follow, taking his time packing in order to let the room empty out. It wasn’t like he had anywhere important to be anyway. Tuesdays were his slow days. One class - which he absolutely despised - in the morning and the rest of the day was void of any socialization. 

Usually.

There are some days where Minho is feeling particularly masochistic and would visit the Maxident Cafe across the street from the campus. It was a bustling little homely establishment that always brought a sense of warmth and familiarity to him, but Minho could never figure out as to why. However, Minho had long since learned that questioning things were futile and to just accept things as they were. It caused less of a headache that way.

Today, Minho was feeling masochistic.

The fairy shaped wind chimes sounded as he pushed open the door to the cafe - face hit with the most delicious smells Minho ever had the pleasure of sniffing. ‘Felix must be working today.’

“Welcome in!”

Speaking of the devil, Minho smiled, a soft greeting falling from his lips as he stared at Felix. The brunette was carefully stocking their display shelves with freshly baked goods. “Hey Felix.”

“Hyung!” Felix shot up, nearly dropping his tray in the process. He fumbled with and luckily caught it before it could fall to the floor. He was so adorable. “You didn’t see that.” Felix shot him a pointed glare and Minho laughed, shaking his head.

“Oh, I saw all of it.” he teased with a wink, approaching the counter. The flirtatious teasing had Felix flushing a pretty pink that accentuated the freckles that littered his round cheeks - adding to his beauty. Minho could honestly get lost staring at him.

“Dang it.” Felix pouted, setting his tray down on. He wiped his hands on his apron before turning his full attention to Minho. “Oh well.” he shrugged. “What can I get for you today?”

“A date.”

Felix blinked rapidly a few times, mimicking Minho’s own stare, as he processed the words that left the older male’s mouth. “Hyung!” he whined, another pout gracing his features. “Hyunjin isn’t here today.” he muttered almost sadly. Minho scoffed at the rebuttal. Not that he had anything against the male. Hyunjin was tall, gorgeous and a delight to be around - most of the time - but Felix was definitely more of Minho’s style. Small, cute and easily flustered. Felix also had this uncanny ability to just radiate sunshine and happiness and it was that pure goodness that attracted Minho to him. While the darkness inside him loved to hiss and writhe - like a dramatic diva - for being in the vicinity as Felix, the goodness in him scrambled to cling to the light - to draw from the energy he needed to keep going; to stay good.

He really was masochistic.

“You say that as if I care.” Minho smirked as he leaned against the counter, eyes locked with Felix’s pretty brown orbs - watching as they shook, unable to hold his gaze. “In which, I do not.” Felix cocked his head, batting his lashes in confusion and Minho just wanted to coo at him. A ridiculous notion. He reserved that type of behavior for his cats. Though, Felix could probably pass for a cat if he tried. “If I wanted to date Hyunjin, I would.” And he left it at that. He wasn't sure if Felix understood what he meant by that, but it didn’t matter really. Eventually he would, or least Minho hoped he would. “I’ll take my usual.”

Eyes brightening, Felix rang Minho up and after paying, the younger ran to get started on his drink, the two falling into the familiar pattern of barista/patron. AS he waited, Minho let his eyes wander over the crowded floors of the cafe, students happily chatting away or focused on their laptop screens, showing more dedication to their coursework than Minho had in his pinkie finger. It was a life Minho couldn’t get behind. Of course, it’s not like would purposefully fall behind on coursework or just fail his classes.

Absolutely not!

He had spent way too much money on his education to waste it. But that didn’t mean the thought of working didn’t disgust him. And perhaps he would have more motivation if the subject matter was more interesting. He took these magic courses because he wanted to learn more about magic. He wanted to learn about the history of it - where it came from,  or how it was passed down through the generations. He didn’t want to be put through the hell of hearing the same iterations of stories with only minor changes.

“Here you go hyung!” Minho stared at Felix, refusing to acknowledge how the other startled him. Felix stared at him expectantly and Minho glanced down at the cup between them - so innocuous. Taking the cup, he took a quick sip - face schooled but inside he was screaming as he burnt his tongue. A stupid mistake to make. Of course the drink would be hot, what else had he been expecting?  “Good?” Felix asked.

“Delicious.” Minho forced out, hoping his words weren’t as slurred as he thought they were as his tongue was numb. “Thanks for the drink, Lixie. I’ll see you later.” Making a not-so-grand exit, Minho headed back to his apartment, intent to spend the rest of his day curled up on the couch with his cats, watching whatever drama he could feasibly binge watch in an afternoon. It sounded like heaven and was probably the main reason the normally 10 minute commute only toko 5 minutes.

Upon entering his apartment, he was greeted to a chorus of meows as three furry bodies rubbed against his legs. “Hello babies. Did you miss me?” he asked, smiling as he received more meows in response. Minho was sure they weren’t actually talking to him, but it was fun to think that. Though if they could talk, he was sure he would hear nothing but complaints about how they wanted more food, even though he fed them before he left for class that morning. Shaking his head, he shuffled further inside, careful to not lift his feet fully off the floor in fear of stepping on one of his babies.

“You know.” he started, sending the three cats a frustrated glare. “This would go faster if you weren’t trying to trip me.” he huffed. Though he knew they weren’t trying to actually trip him, he did find it ironically hilarious that as soon as he made that comment, the three cats wandered off. Such a convenient coincidence. “Thank you.”

Unobstructed, Minho headed into the kitchen and against his better judgment, he fixed three bowls of cat food, setting them down in their normal spots by the fridge. “Soonie, Doongie, Dori!” It took a moment, but eventually two orange cats emerged, followed by a gray tabby that trotted over to their dishes and eagerly devoured their food. “So spoiled.” 

Cat dad duties finished, Minho headed back into the living room and plopped down on the couch with a heavy sigh. He wasn’t sure why he still felt so frustrated. He knew the feeling stemmed from the story covered in class but usually seeing Felix and getting his favorite coffee always made him feel better. Today it just didn’t seem to be working. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed once again. Grabbing the remote, he turned on the TV and scrolled through the channels until he landed on a drama that barely caught his interest, mind still a jumbled mess.

Lost in his thoughts, Minho jumped when his phone started ringing, eyes wide as he stared at the offending device. Quickly, his eyes scanned the room, landing on Doongie as the orange cat sat in the corner, watching him with an interested gaze. “You saw nothing.” he warned, the feline yawning in response before curling up and laying down. Talking to the cats was an odd habit surely, but it did help to keep Minho from feeling lonely. With a grunt, Minho grabbed his phone, which had started ringing for a second time. “Hello?”

“Minnie~” Minho cringed at the sickenly sweet coo, mentally kicking himself for taking the call. “What are you doing?”

“Watching TV.”

“So nothing then?” Jungkook.

“No, I’m watching TV.” he corrected with a scoff.

“Perfect! We’re having a gathering tonight and we would love it if you came.”

Minho mulled over the offering carefully. He really didn’t feel like going out and socializing, but he knew gatherings like these were usually fun and filled with people that Minho could tolerate for the most part. “Who is ‘we’?”

“Oh, you know…”

No, he in fact, didn’t know and Minho hated how vague Jungkook was being, but that was to be expected from the socialite. No information given, but he could surprisingly convince anyone to go anywhere and do just about anything. “I’ll be there, Seonghwa -” He started listing off names, but truth be told Minho tuned him out, not at all interested. At least, not until a specific name was listed. “Irene, Chan -”

“Chan’s going?” Minho straightened on the couch and if he were a cat, his ears would have twitched with interest. Jungkook laughed at that and a spike of embarrassment coursed through Minho. However, his curiosity was too great to let him dwell on that for very long.

“Of course that’s the only name you would care about.”

“Arguably the only one to care about.” Minho retorted with a shrug. He pointedly ignored teh scoff on the other end. “What time?”

“7pm.”

“Ugh, really?”

“What? Past your bedtime grandpa?” Minho snorted, rolling his eyes.

“Some of us have class in the morning, slacker.”

“Yeah, but Chan will be there.” And that was such a tempting offer, and Jungkook knew it. The self made Soundcloud producer was such eye candy and a sweetheart to boot. Even with the minimal interaction Minho had with Chan was enough to have him swooning and falling head over heels for the man. Hell, Minho practically tripped over himself once to try and get a moment alone with Chan. Could he really pass up another opportunity to see him?

No way in hell.

“I’ll come.”

“Great! So we’ll-” Minho ended the call mid sentence, knowing full well Jungkook would text him the info later. Dropping the phone on the couch, he let his head fall back, feeling so mentally drained from the call. There was something off about the day. His mood just didn’t feel right and it upset him as much as it concerned him. He normally had a steady plateau of emotion, fluctuating only occasionally and in short bursts. To ping pong between emotions and have none of his normal soothing items help calm him down, it was strange. Hopefully, seeing chan and being around others would fix whatever was broken.

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The one thing Minho hated most about Jungkook and his “gatherings” was the fact they always included magic of some sort. Usually Jungkook or someone close to him would perform some childish magic trick that still enraptured everyone. And while all the magic users usually invited were white magic users, that never stopped Enforcers from showing up. The magic cops loved to show off their status at any given point - the white starburst badges pinned to their right shoulder sleeve. At least it made it easy for Minho to identify and steer clear of them. He had never had an actual encounter with an enforcer, other than a passing glance. Yet he had an instinctual fear of them and he did his best to avoid them like the plague. Parties were no different. 

After grabbing a drink from the kitchen, Minho made his way back into the living room and made himself comfy on one of the couches. He scanned the crowded room, watching bodies as they grinded together on the makeshift dance floor. Normally Minho would join in, letting the music take over his body - releasing all his worries and stress as he lost himself to the rhythm of the beat. But not today. Not when he knew Chan was going to be there. He would have ample enough time to dance, but the chance to talk with Chan was few and far between. Besides, if he was lucky, maybe he could convince Chan to have a dance… or five. It was a solid plan and all Minho had to do was be patient. 

But he was far from being a patient man.

As the night wore on, he was becoming extremely antsy for Chan’s arrival. His spot on the couch had the perfect view of the front door and anyone who walked in. At least a dozen or so people came and went, and with each new arrival, Minho’s hopes were crushed a little more.

Four drinks and two hours later, Minho wandered back into the kitchen, intent to get another drink. His mind was already feeling fuzzy, but thankfully the ground wasn’t moving yet. He could handle one or two more drinks before he needed to go home. The kitchen was a mess. Empty beer cans and soda bottles littered the floor. Half empty liquor bottles were scattered across various counters and the center island. The room itself was empty except for one person by the fridge. Minho had a witty comment on the tip of his tongue but it disappeared as he spotted the starburst patch on the right shirt sleeve. Every instinct in his body kicked in and his brain was screaming at him to turn tail and run away - which he did. But just as he was leaving, he heard an all too familiar voice.

“Minho, hey!”

Minho paused and against his better judgment, he turned around. His eyes landed on Chan’s beautiful face, a smile so wide and pure that this entire scenario seemed surreal. 

“Chan,” he breathed. “When did you get here?”

It was a stupid question. Or rather, the question wasn’t stupid, just the fact that Minho insisted on holding a conversation was stupid. It didn’t matter when Chan arrived, but when did he become an enforcer? Last he checked, enforcers had to have some sort of white magic in them and Chan was human! There was not an ounce of  white magic residing in him. Of course, it wasn’t unheard of that humans could be enforcers, but the humans tended to be part of archiving and trials. Their badges - according to historians - were different. The starbursts were only for enforcers who actively patrolled and enforced the laws. So why did Chan - pure, loving, kind hearted Chan - have the starburst?

“A bit ago. Jungkook had me held hostage out front.” he chuckled as if that explained everything.

It explained absolutely nothing!

In fact, it only added to Minho’s confusion. Had Jungkook known all along about Chan’s new position in life? It’s not like the older man wasn’t aware of Minho’s dislike for the enforcers.

“O-Oh.” How lame, but what else could he say? There were plenty of things Minho wanted to ask but he wasn’t sure he could ask them without risk of giving away his secret. And he couldn’t do that, not now that he knew Chan was one of them. The silence between them felt weighted and awkward.

“Yeah.” Chan nodded and smiled. “As you can see, I was appointed as an enforcer today.” Chan turned to show off the badge, smiling so widely like he was ecstatic, and he probably was. Minho couldn’t blame him for that. 

“I didn’t know you could use magic.” It was the first thing to pop into his mind and honestly a question he wanted an answer to.

Chan frowned, cocking his head. “You didn’t? I thought for sure you knew. My dad is the current general.”

Minho’s eyes widened at the news, chest tightening with an indescribable feeling. He couldn’t believe this. Chan came from a long line of enforcers. He used magic. He was everything Minho had wanted in a partner and in a matter of seconds the perfect fantasy world he had created came crashing down around him.

Minho swallowed thickly, fighting back the urge to cry. “I didn’t know.” 

“Oh. Well now you do, I guess.” Chan shrugged. “Cool right? Also, thanks for coming to my celebration.”

“Y-Your celebration?!” As if this couldn’t get any worse. This entire party was to celebrate Chan becoming an enforcer. This was devastating. 

“Yeah! When I told Jungkook, he insisted on throwing-” Chan paused, eyeing Minho carefully. “Are you okay, Min?”

Minho felt like the world was spinning and he was going to pass out at any given moment. There was just too much information to process and it felt like the universe was out to get him. “I have to go.” Dropping his cup on the counter, Minho turned and made a hasty exit out of the kitchen and the house, ignoring Chan’s call for him to come back. There was no way Minho could go back and face him. He was nothing but a bundle of emotions now - a swirling mass of negativity the likes he had never felt before.

It was horrible. There was an icky heavy feeling washing over him - his limbs feeling heavy with each step he took. It almost felt like a pressure building and looking for a way to escape, and Minho would be more than happy to release it from his body. Glancing down at his hands - where were feeling a bit tingly - he stopped dead in his tracks, shocked at what he saw. The tips of his fingers were oozing an inky blackness that he had only seen happen  once before.

“Shit. Not now.” he whined, trying to wipe his hands clean, but of course that did nothing. He couldn’t just wipe away magic so easily. Worried, Minho looked around, taking in his surroundings. While it wasn’t busy out, the sidewalk was still occupied by a good number of passersby, all of which posed a threat to Minho. His heart raced as he tried to figure out what his next move should be, because there was no way he could stay out in the open with black magic oozing from his fingers.

Doing a once over again, Minho spotted and alley opening and quickly ducked inside. He needed to figure out a way to get home without being seen because he was absolutely sure he wouldn't be able to wrangle in his magic - not with the whirlwind of emotions currently coursing through him. The side of town he was currently on was one he was familiar with - thankfully - but he had never traversed the back alleys before. He had no idea which alley connected to the next or if any of them could lead him back to his apartment. But he had to try and figure it out. The longer he remained outside, the higher the risk of being caught became.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Minho started down the alleyway, vigilant of his surroundings. The further he moved in, the darker it became. It unnerved him how the light from the streets on either end couldn’t seem to penetrate the darkness of the place. It was quite eerie and if Minho wasn’t so worried about his life, he probably would have turned tail and ran.

“Get away from me! Stop!” Minho froze at the cry, blood running cold. It came from right in front of him and Minho was terrified to take another step forward. Yet something inside him was telling him that he needed to go investigate - to help whoever was in trouble. It was an absurd idea and yet his feet carried him onward as if on autopilot and the horrific scene he came across was sickening to bear witness to. There were two men, one on the ground - probably the man that had begged for his life. The other man hovered over the fallen man, a dark aura surrounding him. It had Minho shivering and he could feel the dark energy within him reaching out, trying to merge with it. 

Another dark magic user. 

A companion…

Minho shook his head, focusing on pulling his magic back. He couldn’t let them combine. He wasn’t like that - didn’t want to use his magic to hurt innocent people. That wasn’t the type of person he was! But he also wasn’t the type of person to stick his nose in situations that didn’t involve him. However, could he really turn the other cheek and just pretend that he hadn’t seen this? If this man died, mentally and emotionally his blood would be on Minho’s hands. And despite how strong he believed he was, Minho wasn’t sure he could live with that knowledge. In a split second decision Minoh thrust his hand forward, expelling the black magic that, up until now, had been dying to be set free. The force of the expulsion sent the attacker flying back - knocking him into the concrete wall a few feet away. A heavy tension filled the air as he waited for the man to get back up.

He didn’t. 

In fact, he didn’t move at all and Minho feared maybe he had somehow killed the guy. “Oh shit.” he whispered, already taking a few steps closer.

“Don’t!” The warning gave Minho pause and he turned his attention to the man he had just saved. In the dim lighting of the alleyway Minho couldn’t really make out any features, though he sounded young - probably around Minho’s  age or younger. The survivor’s attention was still focused on his attacker, however, and Minho turned back towards the fallen man, ready to go help despite the warning he had been given. But the man’s body was gone.

“What the hell?”

“Black magic.” Well yeah. Clearly the man had been a black magic user. But that honestly wasn’t a great excuse for the disappearance. Minho was pretty sure that all magic users had the ability to disappear - teleport in a way. It seemed a little stereotypical to just group that magical action with black magic users, even if he was correct about this particular situation. Minho wanted to be upset- outraged even, but as the anger was bubbling up inside him, the other man finally got up and walked over to him. “Thank you.”

It felt like a punch to the gut while simultaneously all the energy had been zapped out of his body. Now up close, Minho could out the most beautiful brown eyes he had ever had the pleasure of staring at. Adorable chubby cheeks also adorned his equally adorable looking face. Minho was sure he had been correct in his assumption that this guy was young. He was young and beautiful and Minho had the passing thought of wondering if he was single. 

“My name’s Jisung.” The handsome man - Jisung - introduced himself and Minho became extremely aware of the awkward staring he was doing. Blinking rapidly a few times, Minho cleared his throat, the tips of his ears heating up slightly. 

“Minho.” 

Jisung smiled. “Well Minho, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Wish it was under different circumstances.” 

“Likewise.” Minho looked Jisung over again, trying to get a better sense of the person standing before him, but could hardly make out anything in the dark alleyway. “So what exactly did I stumble upon?”

“Upset patron.” Jisung laughed as if he hadn’t just been moments away from dying. 

“That sucks. Guess he’ll be leaving a bad yelp review.” Minho joked and Jisung laughed once more. “Are you okay, though?” It was probably something that he should have asked earlier.

“Me?” Jisung asked and Minho wanted to roll his eyes. That was such a stupid question, but he held his tongue. “Yeah, I’m fine.” he confirmed with a shrug.

“Oh, good.” A blanket of awkwardness fell over them and Minho wasn’t sure what to do to fix it. It was a new situation that he never thought he would be in, so he was a little socially inapt with how to deal with it. It’s not like this was a movie and now that he saved someone’s life, they’re going to fall madly in love and live happily ever after. In fact, it was probably better that they parted ways and never see each other again. There was less of a risk of being found out that way. Minho was just thankful that Jisung hadn’t seemed to notice the type of magic he used.

“Well, this is awkward.”

Was this guy inside his head?! As far as Minho knew, there weren’t any minder readers. That wasn’t a power that even existed. Maybe it was just a coincidence? 

“Yeah.” Another lame answer, but words were failing him at the moment.

“Well, I hate to cut this short, but I should get going.” Jisung flashed him a smile. “Thank you again for saving me, Minho. Maybe one day I’ll be able to return the favor.”

“Yeah, hopefully not, but maybe.” Minho agreed. Taking a few steps back, Minho gave a slight bow and Jisung returned it. “Bye Jisung.”

“See ya.”

Minho took his heave first, exiting the alleyway only to realize how late it was. The streetlights were on and the road barren save for a random car passing every now and again. And despite the darkness, the air outside was hot and humid. 

Disgusting.

And the black magic still swirling inside him only added to that disgusted feeling. It was way too wound up and excited after coming across another black magic user. He hated how sick it made him feel and once more Minho was cursing his birth givers. He couldn’t even call them his parents because they gave him up at birth and cursed him with the life he had now. He hated it - hated them. Everything wrong in his life was their fault. He couldn’t only hope they were already dead, otherwise if he ever met them -

He paused, shaking his head to try and clear his thoughts. That was a dark train he went on and definitely not who he was. The influence of the black magic was starting to get to him. He needed to get home as soon as possible so he could safely expel it before he did something he’d regret. Minho had spent far too long concealing himself to let it all go to waste because of a heroic good deed.

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3 months, 15 days and 5 hours. That’s how long it’s been since the incident in the alleyway and since then, Minho has been constantly running into Jisung. It was strange, because he had never seen the squirely boy before and Minho liked to think that he was decently social. Sure he didn’t have many close friends - none really - but he knew a lot of people and got invited to a lot of events and parties and Jisung had never been someone he’d crossed paths with before. It was almost comical how frequently Minho saw the other, so it was only inevitable they started to hang out. Jisung was a decent guy and very easy to get along with. Dare he even think that Jisung was his “person”.

And maybe it was this blossoming friendship that distracted Minho. Kept him focused on a future he wanted and not the life he was living. Maybe he would have noticed sooner, the issue bubbling just under the surface. Maybe he could have prevented it from happening.

Maybe…

Stupid! He was so stupid! Minho should have known better than to stay out when he was feeling so bad. It wasn’t like this was the first time his powers got out of control, though maybe it would be his last. The thought terrified him, but not as much as the enforcers that were chasing him.

“Stop Minho!” Chan shouted from behind and Minho probably would have stopped if it weren’t for the beam of magic that went flying past him, just barely missing him. “Don’t make this harder for yourself!”

“Oh yea. Because giving up would be so much easier!” Minho sassed. He yelped as another beam was shot at him, nicking his calf and causing him to stumble. His legs gave out from under him, body collapsing as he tried to catch his breath. Everything hurt - his eyes were crossing and his ears were ringing as the world spun. A shadow loomed over him and panic coursed through his body. He tried to scramble to his feet, but pain shot up his leg, stopping him.

“I told you to just stop.” Chan’s once sweet voice was hardened, sharp. Minho held back the whimper that tried to crawl out of his throat. A foot pressed against his side and with a hard nudge he was unceremoniously kicked onto his back. “Tears won’t help an abomination like you.” Minho wasn’t even aware he had been crying. His heart shattered into pieces as the hurtful words washed over him. This wasn’t Chan. Chan was sweet and kind and wouldn’t hurt a fly. However, Chan was also an enforcer and as painful as it was to admit, Minho knew that there had to be a small piece of malice in him. It was the only reasoning he could come up with as to why Chan could be this mean and hateful to someone who was different.

“Please.” he whispered, almost begging, but all he was greeted with was a hateful stare and Chan’s glowing hand.

“You know how this has to end. I’m sorry.”

Minho didn’t believe it. Wouldn’t believe it. Chan wasn’t sorry because if he was, he would do this. Or at least that’s what Minho told himself. “Chan please!” he begged once more, the tears falling faster. And for a brief moment there was a sense of hesitation. And Mino seized the opportunity. Black smoke like tendrils crept forth from his fingers and he grabbed Chan’s ankle. His magic shot up through Chan’s leg, wrapping around his limbs and constricting. Chan shouted in pain and Minho watched as black veins began to spread over the pale skin, slowly taking over. The sight pained Minho, but nonetheless he climbed to his feet, calf throbbing in pain.

“M-Minho.”

“I’m sorry Chan. I’m so sorry.” His voice trembled as he fought back his sobs. He knew the magic wouldn’t kill Chan - he could never go that far - but it would keep him at bay for now. He turned and started running, though slowed down by his wounded leg. Every stretch of the muscle felt like searing hot iron was being pressed into his skin. It was horrible. But still he pressed on, knowing that if he stopped he would die. Sirens began to blare across the city, shivers rushing down his spine. Minho had only ever heard stories of those sirens being sounded. 

He knew what they meant.

Minho made a beeline for the nearest dense foliage. He wasn’t sure if it would lead out of the city or just provide a place to lay low for a while, but it didn’t matter. The longer he was out in the open, the more danger he was in. He got about half way there when he heard the shouts and the ball of magic began whizzing by him.

“Fuck, fuck.” he cursed, looking around for any sort of safety. He wasn’t sure what caught his attention, but for some reason he happened to look over at a store front and there, peeking out of the door was Jisung, waving to him. If this had been any other situation, maybe Minho would have second guessed the other’s appearance. As it was, this was a life or death situation and Minho preferred to live.

Changing course, Minho ran to Jisung, slipping through the open door and coming to a crashing halt against the front counter. Bent over, Minho panted as he watched with weary eyes as Jisung locked and secured the door. When he turned around, Minho’s entire world came crashing to the ground as his eyes landed on the starburst patch on his right shoulder sleeve. “No, no…God please no!” he begged, stumbling backwards as he tried to put more distance between himself and Jisung.

“Min, wait.” Jisung held up his hands in surrender, taking a step or two closer. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I promise.” Minho wanted to believe him, he really did, but there was just too much hurt and betrayal in his heart. He had thought he was friends enough with Chan that the other wouldn’t attack him like had. But he had been so clearly wrong. Their relationship had clearly meant nothing to the older man. And now he had discovered the one person he considered his best friend was also an enforcer, he just couldn’t take it. Everything was falling apart and Minho was powerless to stop it.

“Please, Jisung,” he whispered. “I can’t do this. Not with you. I trusted you.”

“And you can still trust me!” The sincere earnestness in his voice called to Minho and all he wanted to do was hug Jisung. He needed Jisung. Biting his bottom lip, Minho caved and walked closer. If this was a trick and he died, then so be it, but he just needed one last moment of happiness. Jisung smiled and closed the gap between, taking Minho into a tight hug. Minho broke down and buried his face into Jisung’s shoulder as he sobbed. “It’s gonna be alright, hyung.”

“How?” Minho pulled back and stared at Jisung - cheeks red and splotchy, stained with his tears. “They’re trying to kill me, Sungie! All because…because…” he trailed off, eyes going blank and unfocused as he stared off behind Jisung.

“You use black magic.” Jisung finished and Minho nodded numbly. “I never would have guessed.”

“I never wanted you or anyone else to know.” Minho whispered. “I hate this, curse to be hunted. I tried so hard to just use my white magic, but sometimes,” he sniffled and reached up to wipe away his tears. “Sometimes I just can’t control it.”

“You use both?” Jisung asked incredulously. Once again, Minho nodded solemnly. Jisung was silent for a moment, looking Minho over. It seemed whatever debate he was having internally, he came to a decision as he pulled back completely from Minho. He reached into his pocket and pulled his keys. “Here.” he said as he pressed them to Minho’s chest.

“What?” Minho frowned.

“My care is out back. Take it and leave this place.”

“Jisung? I can’t. They’ll see me and m-my cats!”

“I’ll distract them.” Jisung grabbed Minho’s arm and guided him to the back door. “And don’t worry about your cats, I’ll take care of them. Just go.”

Minho pulled his arm free and glared at the other. “Why are you doing this?”

Jisung could only smile as he opened the back door. “Returning the favor.” With that, he shoved Minho out the door and closed it, leaving him standing there stupefied. Only a few moments later he could hear Jisung out front, gathering the enforcers and leading them in the opposite direction. This was his chance and despite the craziness that just happened, he wasn’t going to lose it. Turning, Minho ran to the car and got in. Starting it, he carefully made his way out of the alley and to the back roads that would lead out of the city - his heart still racing and now full of hope.

Until we meet again. Thank you, Jisung.

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me every f-day:

[daceydeath]

How to Catch an Idol in 3 Hours

This is actual screenshots from my phone after a scammer tried to convince me he was Seo Changbin, I wanted to share them because they are hilarious and also because maybe it might help more naive people avoid getting stung by a scammer.

Please note that the personal information like my surname, email address etc I have covered, even though nearly all of it is fake anyway. I also don't advocate playing along with scammers unless you are sure you can play them at their own game, I am a grown ass woman and I knew from the get go this was a scam but my friends and I thought it was a massive joke so I kept going until I was bored.

I will go on for quite a few posts but I will post them sequentially so that you can read them in order if you are interested.

Please note that this is not Seo Changbin, the real Changbin would never ask you for money, he would never ask you to send personal information to anyone and he certainly wouldn't treat people like this.

Enjoy because it's hilarious.

Taglist (open): @christopher-bangnaldoskzz, @armystay89, @damnyouficc, @roamingpolar, @tara-skyhold, @bakedlilgoonie, @krishastumblernow,

[quokkhan0325]

8 visuals, 8 aces, 8 biases 🙂‍↕️

shibuya x skz

[blinkstay4life]

Jisung: *strokes Minho’s hair lovingly* Minho: You know you’re going to ruin my reputation if you keep this up. Jisung: Then get off my lap. Minho: No.

[dreamydelulu]

Shower Surprise

After an exhausting day filled with intense dance practice sessions that had left everyone drained yet satisfied with their progress, the group finally returned to their dorm. With the other members occupied elsewhere in the living space, Jiwon felt like he had the bathroom and the warm embrace of a hot shower all to himself. The cascading warm water seemed to wash away the fatigue and tension from his body, and he closed his eyes to fully immerse himself in the soothing experience.

As the tension in his muscles began to melt away, Jiwon couldn’t resist humming a soft melody, his calm voice filling the bathroom. It was a rare moment of solitude and relaxation that he cherished, especially as the newest member of the group.

Little did Jiwon know that his moment of privacy was about to take an unexpected turn. Unbeknownst to him, the bathroom door had silently creaked open, and one of his fellow members, Minho, had entered without a second thought. Minho, always nonchalant and accustomed to the camaraderie among the group, strolled into the bathroom as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Hey, Jiwon," Minho began casually, his voice echoing in the tiled space, "did you happen to see my-"

Before Minho could even finish his sentence, Jiwon let out a high-pitched scream, reaching a note that no one knew he was capable of hitting. It was a startled sound that even startled himself. In a split second, he covered his private areas with his hands, his face turning several shades of red as embarrassment washed over him.

"…Hairbrush," Minho finished his sentence, blinking in surprise by the unexpected reaction.

Realization hit Jiwon like a tidal wave, and his face flushed an even deeper shade of crimson. "Hyung!" he squeaked, his voice cracking in embarrassment. Still clutching his hands to his chest, he sputtered incoherently, his face contorted with a mixture of shock and embarrassment. "Wh-what are you doing here, Minho-hyung?" he finally managed to stammer out, his voice trembling.

Minho shrugged nonchalantly. "I couldn't find my hairbrush, and I thought it might be in here." He then spotted the hairbrush right where he expected it to be and casually picked it up. "Oh, there it is."

"Hyung, I'm naked!" Jiwon interrupted, his eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. His hands remained firmly in place, covering his modesty, as he tried to make sense of the unexpected situation.

Minho couldn't help but chuckle at Jiwon's mortified state. "Well, yeah, I can see that," he replied in a nonchalant manner, as if they were discussing the weather. "I mean, it's a shower, after all."

Meanwhile, the commotion had not gone unnoticed by the other members, who had heard Jiwon's scream and were now gathering around the bathroom door, their curiosity piqued. Felix couldn't help but chuckle as he joined in, saying, "What's going on in here? Did Jiwon see a ghost or something?"

Added Changbin with a mischievous grin, "Or maybe he's just practicing his high notes for the next comeback?"

Jisung, the master of cheeky remarks, couldn't resist joining in. "Wow, Wony, can you do that high note again? Maybe we should add it to our next song."

Seungmin noticing all the commotion, trying to hold back his laughter, chimed in "Yeah, you're like a natural soprano!"

Hyunjin, with an amused smirk, commented, "Well, this is an interesting new way to practice, isn't it?"

Jiwon buried his face in his small hands, whining, not quite sure how to handle the situation. The bathroom had suddenly become the center of attention, and Jiwon felt exposed in more ways than one. "Hyungs, please, I need some privacy."

Minho finally relented, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Relax, Jiwon. We've all seen each other in various states of undress before. It's not a big deal."

"Yeah, Jiwonnie, it's like a bonding experience. You're officially part of the club now." Felix teased, excitedly.

Despite his embarrassment, the maknae couldn't help but let out a nervous small laugh. "I guess so," he mumbled, still not entirely comfortable with the situation.

Bangchan, trying to play the responsible one, said, "Alright, everyone, let's give our maknae here some privacy."

Jeongin, who had joined the mess, couldn't resist a sly comment. "Maybe next time, won-ah, you should lock the door."

Jiwon, now thoroughly embarrassed, wished the floor would swallow him whole. He hadn't expected his private moment to turn into such a chaotic scene. He muttered under his breath when everyone finally left, "I'm going to hide forever."

[skz-fanfic-recs]

“say it again. will you?”  “say what, hyung?”  “you’re mine.”  “all yours.” 

[neverendingdreams-net]

hi, stay! read mana's smau here! ✦

# SUPERBOWL ! — a hjs smau.

SYNOPSIS — you didn't want to lose your scholarship. you were desperate for any way to keep it. fate (or rather your best friend) presented an opportunity to tutor han jisung — popular frat boy, part time risk taker... and your ex-boyfriend in exchange for keeping your scholarship. ( or ) in which, han jisung is desperate to get you back. one way or another.

han jisung × fem!reader — racer! jisung, exes to lovers, smau, second chance romance, slight sports romance, fluff/angst/mature/humor

warnings — mature language, alcohol consumption, really lame jokes (im trying, okay?), jisung is super duper desperate, will contain mature content (18+), idk if it'll contain smut or not, written + smau content, frat parties, car racing, lots and lots of confusion and drama, feature all eight boys, a few of my own characters and the choi line of txt (other idols maybe be mentioned in passing), each chapter will have its own warnings if necessary!

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author's note — a revamped version of my smau! hope you guys like it 🩷 i'll try to update as much as i can!!!

[🏆] CHAPTERS

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01. 9-1-1 !!

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[luckystay]

bf!stray kids reaction to...

another member flirting with you.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 BANG CHAN

Felix wasn’t doing anything overtly inappropriate—just being his usual charming self, casually complimenting your laugh and playfully nudging your arm.

But Chan noticed. His jaw clenched ever so slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching as he tried to keep his usual calm composure.

He didn’t say anything, didn’t make a scene, but his hand found yours, intertwining your fingers and giving a firm squeeze. “Can I talk to you for a second?” he asked, his tone light, though his eyes betrayed his emotions.

Upstairs, away from prying eyes, Chan pressed you against the door gently, his forehead resting against yours. “You know you’re mine, right?” he whispered, his voice low, carrying an edge of possessiveness that made your heart race.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 LEE KNOW

Hyunjin didn’t mean anything by it—it was just his natural charisma shining through as he teased you lightly, his hand brushing against yours as you both laughed.

Lee Know, however, wasn’t laughing. His eyes followed every move, his expression unreadable but sharp.

He didn’t say a word until Hyunjin wandered off. Then, Minho’s hand was on your lower back, guiding you toward the kitchen. “Let’s get something to drink,” he said simply, his tone neutral, but the way his fingers pressed into your back told you everything.

Once inside the kitchen, he pulled you close without warning. “You look too good today,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your shoulder. “Don’t let him get any ideas.”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 CHANGBIN

Seungmin’s humor was razor-sharp, and you couldn’t help but laugh as he lightly roasted you, his teasing drawing a smile you couldn’t hide.

Changbin heard it all, his gaze flickering between the two of you, but he kept his composure. For now.

It wasn’t until you were in the car heading home that he spoke. “You seemed to be having a good time with Seungmin,” he said, his tone casual but his grip on the steering wheel just a little too tight.

“Jealous?” you teased.

Changbin glanced at you, his lips curving into a smirk. “Maybe. I just don’t like sharing.”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 HYUNJIN

It wasn’t anything dramatic—just Chan being his warm, thoughtful self, adjusting your necklace for you and complimenting how nice it looked.

But Hyunjin of course didn’t think it was that innocent, his smile dimming slightly as he leaned back in his chair, watching the interaction with narrowed eyes.

later that night, as you lay tangled together in bed, that he finally spoke. “Do you think he touches everyone like that?” he asked softly, his tone teasing but laced with something more serious.

You turned to him, confused. “What are you talking about?”

Hyunjin only smirked, leaning in to kiss you deeply. “Nothing. Just making sure you know who you belong to.”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 HAN

Changbin wasn’t doing anything over the top, just resting a hand on your shoulder as he laughed at one of your jokes, his grin warm and genuine.

when Jisung caught it. He froze mid-bite of his food, his eyes narrowing as he watched the interaction.

When you sat back down beside him, Jisung leaned in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “You’ve got everyone’s attention tonight, huh?”

You blinked, surprised. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged, popping another fry into his mouth. “Nothing,” he said nonchalantly, though his arm slid around your waist for the rest of the night, pulling you closer as if to make a point.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 FELIX

Jeongin was being sweet like always, his eyes lighting up as he complimented your outfit. “It really suits you,” he said sincerely, his smile boyish and charming.

Felix watched from the couch, his expression soft but thoughtful.

He didn’t interrupt, didn’t make a scene, but as you sat beside him later, away from everyone’s earshot, Felix leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re so popular today,” he said, his deep voice tinged with amusement.

You turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “Should I be worried?”

Felix smiled, kissing your temple. “No. But maybe jeongin should be.”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 SEUNGMIN

Minho’s playful teasing was on full display, his sly grin making you laugh as he pretended to sulk about you “ignoring him.”

Seungmin’s eyes flicked up from his phone, watching the exchange with what appeared to be mild indifference—or so you thought.

He didn’t mention it until a week later, casually bringing it up over dinner. “You seemed pretty close with Minho the other day,” he said, his tone neutral as he scooped another bite of food.

You blinked, caught off guard. “Why are you bringing this up now?” you asked, genuinely confused.

Seungmin’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile as he finally looked up at you. “No reason,” he said lightly. Then, after a beat, he added, “I’d just hate for him to get any ideas.”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 I.N

Han’s energy was infectious, his antics leaving you doubled over in laughter as he reenacted a ridiculous story.

Jeongin sat nearby, pouting as his eyes flicked between you and Jisung. “Stop stealing her, hyung,” he finally mumbled, loud enough for everyone to hear.

The room erupted into laughter, but Jeongin didn’t join in. Instead, he shuffled closer to you, wrapping his arms around you with a huff. “I’m funnier anyway,” he grumbled, his head resting on your shoulder.

Everyone thought it was adorable—and a little funny—but Jeongin made sure to stay glued to you for the rest of the night.

[cherryeol04]

Ghostly Love

➻ Pairings: Jeongin x Reader

➻ Genre: slice of life, office romance, humor

➻ Additional: first meetings, blossoming friendships polyamorous relationships

➻ Word Count: 3.6K

➻ Warnings: N/A

➻ Author’s notes: This story is cross posted on multiple sites under the same username!

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to hear voices while at work. Not the everyday murmurs of your coworkers as they pass by, but disembodied voices. Sounds that continue to make you question your sanity. It started about a year into your job, back when the office only consisted of Lucy and Chan and yourself, plus the big boss man. The three of you had worked in even tighter cubicles than you do currently, so you never thought much of it when you thought someone called your name, but when you would turn to them, either one wouldn’t be at their desk or both would be silently working.

You always shook it off as just hearing incorrectly. Perhaps it had been the lyrics of the song playing on your computer. But you were sure you could decipher songs coming from speakers and the sound of a voice that was coming from behind you. Regardless, the incidences would be few and far between, until they weren’t. The frequency increased, especially when the company made the move to a new office. It was like suddenly the voice was more vocal and said more things than just your name. But still softly enough that you thought it was a coworker.

But that all changed today.

The office was still relatively quiet - most of the morning shift hadn’t arrived yet. As the opening staff that day, you were both happy and sad. Happy because you didn’t have to deal with Karen the moment you got in, but sad because you had to leave Changbin’s warm bed. It was hard to plan time to visit him, what with your other two demanding boyfriends that wanted to constantly smother you with kisses, but you made it work, spending the nights that Changbin had off over at his place. Last night had been one of those nights and you absolutely didn’t want to leave, and he was making a great case on why you should just call out and stay with him. But alas, you had a meeting today that you couldn’t miss and after ten minutes of making out, you finally managed to get ready for work and left the pouting man alone.

Sipping your coffee, you just rounded the wall into your cubicle when a voice called out, “Anyone out there?” You looked around quickly, eyes darting back and forth, looking for the person, but you saw no one. The area was eerily quiet. Cautiously, you approached your chair and slowly took a seat, eyes scanning over every inch of area around you, waiting to see if someone would just randomly pop up to try and scare you. But nothing happened. Taking another sip of of your coffee, you sat the cup down and faced your computer, taking a breath to calm yourself. It wasn’t strange for you to hear things - most of the time it was nothing. But this time was different. You had never heard such a clear phrase before. Normally it was just your name, or a whisper of ‘hey’. Anything and everything that most people just assumed you had mistakenly misheard. No one had called your name or said anything, you were just hearing things. But this had been unmistakeable. Someone had asked a question and you couldn’t find that person.

You hated that your mind immediately jumped to ghosts, but it did. You blamed Jisung partially for that, but you were just as bad when it came to supernatural horror movies. The thought of a ghost being in the office wasn’t as scary as it probably should have been. You were thinking more along the lines of Casper rather than The Conjuring. But at the same time, maybe you had just been hearing things? Maybe it had just been a noise and in an attempt to rationalize and understand what you just heard, you created the phrase because that’s what it sounded like it. In the end, that’s what had to have happened. Shaking your head, you focused on the work in front of you. Getting lost in the tasks set out before you, you hadn’t realized how much time had passed until you heard the inhuman screeching voice that was Karen, and her target for this lovely morning, Jisung, from the sounds of it.

Your thoughts and prayers are with him.

“Y/n.”

You spun in your chair, looking around, but both cubicles next to you were empty. Your head whipped around and looked at the cubicle wall that divided your desk and Jisung’s, but no one was there either. Were you hearing things again? Maybe. Karen was in the building now, so it was highly possible that she had been ranting about you again, for whatever reason. You would have thought by now that she would quit after she had been so humiliated in front of Chan. People were well aware of the game she played and wanted nothing to do with her. God, how stupid could one person be? With a groan you plopped back down in your chair, ready to start working again when you heard your name being called again.

This time you jumped up and spun around, walking through each cubicle to verify that there was no one there trying to play a prank on you. And after making your rounds through Lucy’s, Chan’s and Jisung’s cubicle, you came up empty handed. “I must be fucking crazy then.” You muttered to yourself, rubbing your temples.

“Y/n!”

You screamed, turning quick circles and still seeing no one. But that voice had been right in your ear. There was no mistaking it this time and the fact that there was still no one around you was terrifying. Maybe it really was a ghost. You waited - for the voice again or someone to come running because of your scream, but when nothing happened, you let out a wary breath, eyes darting around. “I-Is someone there?” Your voice was barely a whisper, but it felt so loud in the empty office.

“Psst.” You whipped around, facing Lucy’s desk where the voice had come from. You weren’t sure why, but your eyes were drawn to something on the floor in the corner, behind a few stacked boxes. Cautiously, you approached the area, shoving Lucy’s chair to the side and moving the boxes to the side. Laying the corner, long forgotten, was a necklace that just seemed to shine, even as your shadow blocked out the light. Reaching down, you ran your fingers over the heart pendant and felt a spark run through them, cool and electrifying. It didn’t hurt and in fact it enticed you to actually pick it up. The chain and pendant were both a brilliant gold, small and delicate. It appeared real but even if it wasn’t, you would still keep it.

It was beautiful.

“Babe?”

For the second time that day, you screamed, turning to stare up at Jisung with wide eyes, heart racing. “Jesus Christ, Jisung! Don’t do that!” You scolded, glaring at him. Jisung couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he knelt down next to you.

“Sorry baby, just wanted to know what you were doing.” He said, looking down at the necklace in your hand. “What’s that?” He asked.

“A necklace.” Lifting your hand, you showed of your prize happily. “I found it.”

“It’s beautiful.” Jisung whispered as he reached out and lifted the pendant, looking it over. “Huh, well, finders keepers right?” He asked with a grin and you nodded eagerly.

“Yup!” Putting the necklace in your pocket, You stood, taking Jisung’s hand and helping him up as well. “I see you escaped Karen’s grasp.” You smirked teasingly, nudging Jisung’s side as you started back towards your desk.

“Oh yeah, dumped her on one of the drivers. Poor sap.” Jisung sighed, shaking his head. Moving behind you, he slipped his arms around your waist and pressed a kiss to your neck. “How was your night?” You hummed and looked at him, grinning.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Oh very much so, please share all the details.”

You laughed and shook your head. “And you think it’s wise to pop a boner here?” You teased. Jisung paused, mulling over your words before sighing.

“Damn Karen, always ruining everything.” He pouted. Giggling, you turned in his arms, wrapping them around his neck, your fingers playing with the hairs on the back of his head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you all you want to know tonight.” You whispered, leaning in slowly. “Just you, me and Minho, hmm?” Your lips brushed lightly over Jisung’s in a ghost of a kiss.

“Sounds like a plan, beautiful.” Jisung leaned in for another kiss.

“Oh disgusting. This is a place of work, not some place for you to fornicate in.” You jerked away from Jisung, eyes already rolling as Lucy’s voice pierced the once pleasantly quiet area.

“You’re just jealous.” Jisung grinned, his arms tightening around your waist. He rocked you both side to side while looking at Lucy. “Maybe if you weren’t such a b-“ You quickly covered Jisung’s mouth before he could start a war that no one wanted to be apart of him.

“Y/n!” Lucy squawked, cheeks red. “Are you just going to let him talk to me like that?!”

Ever the peace keeper - for the most part - you pulled away from Jisung and gave a tentative smile. “You know how Jisung is.” You started. “And half the things he says he doesn’t mean. Let’s just calm down and go back to work.” You offered. Thankfully, it seemed to be enough for Lucy as she turned up her nose and walked to her desk. At least you didn’t have to actually apologize to her because that would just be humiliating. Technically neither of you did anything wrong but you sure as hell didn’t want to have to get into a confrontation with her.

Jisung scoffed behind you and you looked back at him with a raised brow. “Jisung.”

“Yeah yeah yeah. I’m going.” He scowled and stuck his tongue out at you before heading out and around to his desk. You watched him go, shaking your head before going back to your desk. The air was awkward and full of tension and you weren’t sure what to say or do to resolve it. You hated the feelings it brought, but you certainly weren’t going to start a conversation with Karen. And you were sure Jisung wasn’t mad at you - probably just more annoyed than anything and you didn’t want to test his patience, so you decided you should just leave him alone. That left you sitting at your desk, trying very hard to focus on your work in hopes of making time pass by quicker and everyone would calm down and the situation would be forgotten.

~*~

You were more than thankful to finally be back in your apartment. Ever since the confrontation with Lucy there had been a weird tension in the air and Jisung had been way on edge. So much so that he hardly interacted with you. You weren’t sure if Minho was able to get him out of his funky mood or not and you had planned to ask many times but your boss kept dropping load after load of assignments on you, you barely had a chance to breathe. You felt bad - like a horrible girlfriend because it was really your fault. You were trying to diffuse a situation and it felt like you had taken Lucy’s side, unintentionally of course because you hated that bitch. But you didn’t think Jisung saw it that way.

Grabbing your phone, you sent him a quick message as you made your way to your bedroom, already stripping off your clothes.

“Y/n”

You screamed, the unexpected call of your name filling the quiet room. You turned quickly, expecting to see someone standing in your hallway because that voice had been so loud and clear. Yet, there was no one there. The hallway was empty, the only sound was the hum of the A/C. “Fuck me, dude.” You sighed. At this point, you really did think you were crazy. Turning back around, you froze, eyes locking on the very real person standing in front of your bed.

“Y/n”

You screamed, long and loud.

“Was that necessary?”

“Y-yes!” You stuttered out. “Who are you and how did you get in my house?!” You hadn’t meant to ask the question, but you were understandably upset - heart hammering in your chest as you stared at the intruder. Very handsome, but an intruder none the less.

“I’m Jeongin and you let me in.” He said slowly, eyeing you with the suspicion you had for him. The audacity for him to even suggest you let him in, because you knew you hadn’t. You would remember vividly if you brought home a handsome man and you certainly wouldn’t have left them unattended to for so long.

“No I didn’t.” You argued.

“Yes you did.” He countered and you glared, crossing your arms over your chest, inadvertently covering your lingerie clad breasts.

“I would remember if I let a stranger into my home.”

He blinked, rolling his eyes slowly afterwards. “Doubt it. You couldn’t even find me when I called your name all those times.”

“Called my-“ you frowned, head cocking to the side. “You never called my name until just now.”

“Yes I did.”

“No you didn’t.” The argument started again, leaving you frustrated, scared and confused. Clearly there was something weird going on here.

“Yes I did. Every day you were in the office, I would call for you. Sometimes I got your attention and other times I didn’t.” he explained, a small frown gracing his lips. “You’re the only one that seemed to hear me. My name is Jeongin, by the way.”

The reminder of the days at office when you thought someone was calling your name, never finding the source of it. You thought you were going crazy, hearing voices that no one else could. And yet here is this person, standing before you, telling you they had been the one calling your name. It made so much sense and yet no sense at the same time.

“I’m confused. I’ve never seen you at work before. Are you a new hire or something?”

“Or something.” Jeongin agreed.

Cryptic.

“Okay, what department are you in? Where did you come from?”

There was hesitation on his face, visible only for a passing moment. Slowly, he reached out and pointed, your eyes looking towards your dresser. It took a moment for realization dawned on you, because it seemed foolish that the guy came from your dresser of all places. But that wasn’t what he was pointing at. It was the necklace laying on top of it - the necklace you had found at work today.

“The necklace?” You asked and looked back at him. “You came from the necklace?” Jeongin nodded and you weren’t sure which was more outlandish. This man came out of a necklace or or you entertaining the thought of disembodied voices calling out your name at work for the past year of your life. “Yeah okay.” You scoffed.

“I did! I can prove it to you!”

“Ho-“ Before you could even ask your question, Jeongin just disappeared and that left you feeling some sort of way. It wasn’t a slow dissipation. He didn’t do a barrel roll or anything. He just straight up disappeared. It almost felt like what you assumed a jump cut would look like in real life. “What the fuck?!”

“Y/n.”

Your heard your name, only this time you knew it was Jeongin’s voice - could hear the clear intonation. And yet as you looked around, he was no where to be seen.

“Y/n.”

You were drawn to the necklace as he called out again. Walking over, you stood before the dresser and stared the piece of jewelry down. There was just something about it that you couldn’t quit describe but you knew it was off. Maybe Jeongin was telling the truth?

“Believe me now?” You screamed again, whipping around and came face to face with a grinning Jeongin. “How-?! Where-?!” You were at a loss for words for what was going on because it just seemed so implausible. The term for what you were seeing hung heavily in the air, but you didn’t want to think it because that would mean it was true - or you really were crazy. But there honestly wasn’t any other explanation other than…

“You’re a ghost?”

“Ding ding ding!”

The fact that Jeongin so readily agreed to it, even seemed thrilled that you spoke the correct answer was a bit terrifying. He didn’t seem like the type of ghost that didn’t know he was dead. Quite the opposite and certainly a stark contrast to all the ghost horror films you’ve watched. He wasn’t trying to murder you either. You wondered how long he had been dead and why he seemed to be tied to the necklace you had found. There were a lot of questions circulating in your head, but you just couldn't seem to bring yourself to voice them; lost and confused.

"Y/n?" He cocked his head and you had to admit, it was kind of cute. The more you stared at Jeongin, the more you were slowly realizing that he didn't seem like a ghost. He wasn't transparent or pale. There weren't any noticeable signs of trauma to his body that would indicate how he died. When had he died? He looked so young and his clothes were pretty modern so it couldn't have been all that long ago. Your heart clenched at the thought of Jeongin being torn from the world at such a young age. He looked younger than you, or maybe it was just his adorably boyish smile that was doing it. "Are you okay?"

The question was laughable. Of course you weren't okay. There was a ghost in your room, talking to you as if you had been friends for years and well, maybe you had been? Okay, not years, but it had been a while since you started hearing the voice calling your name, a least a year at the office and Jeongin had mentioned that it seemed like you were the only one who heard him. The loneliness he must have felt, calling out for you day after day and you never responding. Well you did, but not physically too him. You doubted looking around confused counted as a response.

"I'm fine," You told him, brows slowly furrowing. "I think? I don't know." Sighing softly, you rubbed the back of your neck lightly. "This is kind of a lot to deal with."

"You think this is a lot, you should try finding out you're dead." Jeongin laughed, and you knew he meant it as a light hearted joke, but you couldn't bring yourself to laugh because that thought was just so depressing.

"Jeongin-"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." he apologized quickly. "Your feelings are definitely valid and I didn't mean to make it seem like they weren't just because I'm dead." You stared at him, blinking blankly a few times before a small smile spread across your lips. He was sweet, and kind and definitely had better manners than most people you had met before. And his mentality screamed that he was part of the current generation, which means your initial assumptions had been correct. He must have died recently.

"It's okay." You assured. "Um, so would it be okay if I get changed and then we can continue this conversation?" It was only as the words were leaving your lips did you remember that you were standing there shirtless and growing self-conscious by the second. Jeongin at least had the decency to blush, or what you thought was a blush. It looked real enough, but maybe it was a ghostly trick? He quickly covered his eyes and turned away from you.

"Sorry!"

"It's fine." Chuckling, you slipped around him and finished stripping, changing into your pajamas as quickly as you possibly could. "Alright, done. Now, I supposed I have....questions." you said carefully and he nodded.

"Ask away! I'm an open book!"

----

The next morning left you still confused, but not as much as previously. Jeongin had already jumped scared when your alarm went off thirty minutes ago, cementing the fact that you had indeed found a ghost. Last night, the two of you had spent a few hours talking, and you learned a lot about Jeongin. When he died and how and how the necklace was a gift from his mother and one of his most prized possession. Why he was attached to the necklace was still a mystery. All he knew was that when the light showed up to collect him, he was unable to move towards and since then he had been searching for someone, anyone who was able to hear him.

Apparently you where the great ghost whisperer.

Not that you minded. Jeongin was a sweet heart, if not popping up when you least expected it. Like in the shower. That had been a scare as well, on both ends and the ghost had disappeared instantly. You had tried to call out to him, let him know it was okay, but you didn't get an answer back and you just assumed that Jeongin was hiding within the necklace, still embarrassed. It was cute. He was cute.

Was it kosher to call a ghost cute? For some reason you felt like you would be canceled for it. So maybe you wouldn't say anything out loud, not like people would believe you if you told them. Jeongin's presence was definitely going to take some getting used to, but you actually sort of looked forward to it. At least on the days you weren't with your boyfriends, you wouldn't feel so alone.

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