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itsasilentreader · 3 months ago
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─ .✦ 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐅𝐅!𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 📲
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: bff!jisung x reader
𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: humor/crack
𝙎𝙎: 12
𝙏𝙒/��𝙒: 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
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Ⓒ︎ 𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝗗𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵.
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blinkstay4life · 5 days ago
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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.
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dreamydelulu · 11 months ago
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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 ;)
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skz-fanfic-recs · 6 months ago
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“do you think he’s gay?” "look at how many rings he has on. of course he’s gay.” 
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shroomiethefrogwhisperer · 5 months ago
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Guys. Guys. Minsungsexual.
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I am fricking dead.
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deepthoughtsallday · 6 months ago
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I’m not sorry
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cherryeol04 · 5 months ago
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Favor
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➻ 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!
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“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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twojastarasiostra · 1 year ago
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me every f-day:
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daceydeath · 2 years ago
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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.
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pxssnelke · 2 years ago
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he embarrassment of having feelings
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✧ T, No Archive Warnings Apply ✧ Stray Kids (Band)   ✧ Han Jisung | Han/Lee Minho | Lee Know/Seo Changbin ✧ Polyamory, Fluff, Humor, Sharing a Bed, Breakfast in Bed, Tsundere Lee Minho | Lee Know, Character Study, kind of, Getting Together, Love Confessions, hand holding, Literal Sleeping Together, Kissing ✧ posted 2/2022, 8.9k
How to confess to Seo Changbin, a guide by Lee Minho: Step 1: Don't.
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cultofdionysusnet · 6 months ago
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Check out this Stray Kids fic written by Fie!
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Summary: Jisung and you are moving in together and he stumbles across your chest of toys. Now seems like a good time to use them, no?
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Pairing: Fem! Reader x Han Jisung (SKZ)
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥WC: 4.3k
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Genres/Aus: Humor, Romance, Established Relationship, Smut
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Sws: Sex Toys, Lingerie, Cunnilingus, Sexual Instruction, Waxplay, Safeword Established, Blindfolds, Blowjob,
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Rating: Explicit (18+)/Minors DNI
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥A/N: Another one down~ Thank you for the commission as always @jacksons-goddess-gaia, I hope you enjoy ;)
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“Can you help me with this box?”
Jisung poked his head out from the kitchen, quickly making his way over to you and smiling, bending to take the other end of the box in your hands. Slowly, you move to set it into your new bedroom, smiling from ear to ear as you put your hands on your hips. 
It was a lot of work, but finally, you’d gotten to the end of bringing in all the boxes from the moving truck. After months of planning and over two years of dating, you and Jisung decided to move in together. 
It certainly wasn’t easy, but you were ecstatic to be here, though you dodged under your partner’s arms when he tried to hug you, lips puckered for a kiss. 
Jisung lets out a scandalized gasp and you send him a playful look, shaking your head. 
“Oh no, I don’t think so. I’m gross and sweaty, Ji. Wait until I shower and I promise we can kiss and cuddle as much as your heart can take.” You move past him, shedding clothing along the way. There’s an unintelligible sound behind you, and you catch Jisung covering his eyes behind you. 
“You’ve seen me naked before.” 
“So? I’m still a gentleman.”
A laugh bubbled from your throat as you disappeared into the bathroom. Jisung always got shy when he saw you in states of undress. It was as cute as it was funny, even after all this time. 
Idly, you consider inviting him into the shower just to watch his face go red, but you decide to leave him be for the time being. 
“Is it really bad if I want you to see, though?” You muse as you pass, laughing at the keyboard smash that left his lips.
Outside, Jisung looked at the boxes and decided he couldn’t sit still, opening some of the ones closest to him. He noticed some of your summer clothes in the first one, moving to put them in the dresser. A smile came to his face as he took his time folding, the mere sight of some of them reminding him of previous dates the two of you had gone on. 
When that was done, he moved on to the next box, setting various skin care products and perfume bottles on top of the dresser so you can put them away later however you see fit. 
Jisung smiled, hearing you sing in the shower a room over. He found himself mouthing the words, singing under his breath in unison with you as he stopped at a hand-crafted medium-sized rounded chest. He blinked in surprise and began to lift it out of the box it had been situated in, cushioned with crumpled newspaper to keep it from getting jostled around in transport. 
It was heavier than he expected, and it slipped out of his hands, tumbling back into the box after he flailed and screamed in a panic, not wanting to drop it to the floor and break it. The lid to it opened in the scramble, and the first thing Jisung noticed were teeth .
No, not literal ones. The inside of the chest had protrusions that resembled teeth and it took Jisung a few blinks of disbelief to realize the chest was supposed to be a mimic. 
Of course, she keeps her things in a mimic chest. Nerd-
The humor in his mind immediately melted away into startled shock when he realized what had fallen out of the chest. 
Scattered all over his feet were various sex toys and accessories that went alongside them. 
Dildos of various sizes and colors, vibrators, a cock ring with a tag that read ‘puppy’ on it.
A harness for a strap-on, flavored lube, and throat relaxant spray. 
Blindfold, a gag shaped like a bone, skin-safe candles,  an anal plug.
Jisung stared, kneeling to pick up the fallen toys, his eyes the size of saucers as he looked at each one. 
Some of them were, uh, quite intimidating, if he was being honest. Between the length of some and the girth of others, Jisung couldn’t help but to have his mind wander, thinking about you using the very toys in his hands on yourself. 
“Ji, if you want to take a shower I put your things-”
You stop short in the doorway, holding the towel around yourself as Jisung stared at you like a deer in headlights, holding a bottle of lube in one hand and a thrusting vibrator in the other. 
A beat of silence passed between the two of you before you burst into laughter, nearly dropping the towel as Jisung apologized to you in a rushed panic. 
“ImSOsorry,Ididn’tmeanto-”
“You’re good! It's alright. I just gotta wash them again.” You have a noticeable blush on your face as well, but you take the moment in stride, gathering your things and putting them back in the chest one by one, your hands brushing against Jisung’s every now and again as he tried to help.
When you’re finished, you give him a kiss, pressing your lips to his cheek and standing back up after closing the lid to your toy chest. 
You can feel his eyes on you as you walk out of the room, humming a tune to a pop song as you take the time to meticulously clean the toys one by one. 
Jisung joined you part of the way, peeking very clearly as he got into the shower himself. You can tell he wants to ask you more, but the noticeable way he adverted his gaze when you looked up and locked eyes with him made you snort ever so slightly. 
You let a few minutes go by before you tilt your head toward the shower to ask;
“Do you want to use them with me?”
There’s a bump somewhere in the shower, and a collection of fumbled noises falling from Jisung’s mouth follow suit before his head comes flying out of the curtain, eyes wide. 
“ What?”
You smile at him, making a point to comb your gaze up and down his face, shoulders, and chest before biting your thumbnail lightly. 
“I said,” You sit up straighter;
“Do you want to use the sex toys together with me?”
Jisung stared at you, jaw slack. You can tell the cogs are turning rapidly in his head as you watch even the tip of his ears tinge pink. He cleared his throat, nodding once. 
“Yeah, I mean…Yeah, if you want.”
You smile and stand up, making your way over to the curtain, cupping his cheek, and stealing a kiss. 
“Enjoy your shower~ I’ll be waiting for you.” You send him a wink and run your eyes down the expanse of his body before walking away. It took everything in you not to break face or laugh as a series of jumbled (and panicked) sounds leave his lips as the door closes behind you. 
By the time Jisung is peeking into the room, you have the lights dimmed and you’re adjusting the strap to one of your favorite lingeries, the deep red contrasting against your skin. Jisung stood in the doorframe, staring, eyes combing up and down your body before you see him visibly bite his lip. 
Want, need, excitement.
You smile and turn to face him, walking over to him in a few strides. Jisung noticed you’re taller than you usually are, and you’re eye level with him this time. His eyes shoot down, landing on the pretty heels you’d put on. 
“Fuck,” He breathed out, inhaling sharply when you reach and place your hand on his chest. His skin was dry, but still soft and heated from the shower. Jisung looked at you with doe-like excited eyes, biting his lip as you pushed him gently, lightly pinning him against the door and pressing into him. 
“Tonight, we’ll use some of them together, okay? Do you mind if I lead?” You give him the time to answer, idly raking your fingers down his chest. You can feel the thrum of his heartbeat through the pads of your fingers and he nods quickly.
“I didn’t hear you, I’m sorry~” You faux pout, your fingers stopping at the towel tied around his hips. Jisung let out a shaky laugh, staring at your hand before he bit his lip. 
“I don’t mind. Tell me how I can make you feel good with them.” 
You smile and hook your finger into the towel, tugging once and holding his gaze as it falls to the floor, leaving him completely bare to you. 
Jisung’s cheeks grow darker, but he doesn’t break your gaze, something that brings a smile to your face as you press your lips to his neck, kissing along his Adam’s apple while you slowly cup and palm his cock.
He exhales shakily, once again stuttering as he opened his mouth to speak;
“C-Can I touch you? Or do I like, need permission?” He’s red all the way to his ears and you laugh softly at his earnest questions. 
“Of course you can touch me. We can save the more….’strict’ play for another day. I’m just going to…guide you? Yeah.” You nod, and both of you share a soft laugh before you lean in to kiss him.
His hands are on you in an instant, cupping and squeezing your ass while your fingers curl around his shaft, stroking at your own set pace as you deepen the kiss the moment he groaned for you. 
“I didn’t expect you to get so excited just finding my toys.” You tease, giggling against his lips as he kneaded your cheeks. You can feel him throbbing in your hand and it nearly took him a full minute before he responded. 
“Mm…of course I got excited. Thinking of all those late nights you must have been using them, making a mess, thinking of me. We live together now, Y/N. I get to be part of that.” He ducked his head down, kissing at your shoulder. You can feel him inhale softly, and you almost laugh again from the ticklish feeling before you perk at the audible growl that slips past his lips. 
“ Fuck , and you wore the perfume I love. You’re trying to ruin me tonight, aren’t you?” He sighed, slowly rolling his hips and thrusting into your hand. You smile and close your fingers around him, stroking slowly as you tilt your head up to give him more space to explore and bite down. 
Jisung’s lips are soft against your skin. You hear every groan and gasp resonate in your head before you tangle your hand in his hair, tugging just light enough for him to moan and pull off of you lightly. He glanced at you, eyes hooded as the two of you held each other’s gaze. 
“We can spend all day kissing against the door or we can move on to the next part.”
Jisung visibly perked for you, smiling and letting you guide him back to the bed. You sit down at the edge, reaching behind you and handing him one of the oversized plushies you had collected over the years. He seemed amused, setting it on the floor and kneeling on it. 
“I want you to eat me to start with, okay?” You pull the thin lace of your lingerie aside, revealing yourself to him. Your heart fluttered in excitement at the way his eyes locked on your pussy for a moment.
Jisung kissed your inner thigh in response and spread your folds with two fingers, holding your gaze as dragged his tongue between your folds, curling his tongue over your clit in a figure eight before delving in. 
You keep your hand on his head, petting silken brunette strands gently as you keen and moan for him, subtly scooting closer to the edge of the bed. 
You could give him instructions later, Jisung had spent plenty of time between your legs like this, and it still pleased you at just how excited he got when he got to eat you out. 
He’d come untouched one time because of it, moaning your name and thrusting up into nothing as his face glistened from your release. 
The visual from your memory made you clench ever so slightly and Jisung growled, hands landing on your thighs to gently push them apart, his tongue slowly curling up between your petals before kissing at your clit. 
You share a deep, heated gaze with him, using your nails to scratch lightly at his scalp, humming softly as you roll your hips slightly. 
“You always do so well for me, Jisung.” You lower your voice, smiling at the way his eyes focused sharply on you. He groaned against your core, pulling you closer by your ass with one of his hands. 
You laugh softly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and tilting your head to the side. 
“How did I get so lucky, mm? You’re such a good boy for me.” You praise him softly, the glow from the candles dancing over your skin as the flames flickered now and again. 
Jisung groaned, pressing closer to your cunt, his nose flush against your core, staring lovingly up at you. Your smile grows wider and you brush your fingers over his ears, reveling in the sensitive shudder that the move makes rock through his body. 
“Ji, you have to come up for air, my love. Mm, we can’t have me getting too stimulated before the real fun starts.” You try to warn him, though your body betrays you, if the way you roll your hips down for more was anything to go by. 
Jisung considered persisting, you can see it in the way his eyes narrowed in challenge before he eventually let up, licking his lips slowly and leaning in as you reach down to pet and caress his rounded cheeks.
“You’re trembling.” He muttered, blowing lightly on your pussy and smiling as you jolt in surprise. You shoot him a look before clearing your throat, beckoning for him to come up to your level. 
Jisung took his time, making sure his blood began flowing well back into his legs before he let you pull him into a kiss, whimpering softly as you reach between his legs to stroke and grope at his cock. 
“All this for me?” You muse teasingly, laughing at the way he nipped your bottom lip. 
“Are you gonna keep teasing me, or are you gonna instruct me?” He huffed. You pull away slightly, an amused smile crossing your face as you lock eyes with him. 
He’s pouting. 
“Very well. Get the blindfold and those candles off of the nightstand.”
Jisung paused, brow furrowing as he glanced behind him. Sure enough, there was a silk blindfold sitting on the nightstand, and beside it were wax candle sticks that were a beautiful shade of red. 
“Isn’t that going to hurt?”
“No, cutie. Those are meant for this type of play.”
Jisung blinked for a moment before he moved to collect the items, as well as the long lighter that was just off to the side of them. 
“If its too much, I’ll use a safeword.”
“We don’t have one. We should probably have one. What’s a good one to have?”
You reach and stroke his arm, endeared by the way he began to fret about possibly harming you. 
“How about…’chipmunk?’” 
You both share a look before bursting out into laughter. 
“It’s ridiculous, sounds like a plan.” 
You raise up so Jisung can put the blindfold on you. His fingers were warm as they lightly brushed against your ears and you nearly laugh at the ticklish sensation before you feel those same fingers move down to your chin, tilting your head up. 
“Anything off limits?”
“No hair, no holes.”
Another beat of silence passes between you before another small fit of laughter. Slowly, you lie back on the pillow and bite your lip in anticipation as you hear the lighter. 
“You look beautiful like this.” Jisung’s voice is soft and tender. You smile, your lip still trapped between your teeth before a gasp slipped past them as Jisung grabbed the lace bra portion of your lingerie, tugging down and exposing your chest to the night air. 
Before any instruction left your lips, you let out a pleasured yelp as the first couple of drops of the candle’s wax landed on your breast. 
“Oh! Oh-mm-” Once the shock settled, you reach above you, grabbing the bars of the headboard to keep your hands occupied as you wait in anticipation for the next set of warm drops along your skin. 
“You can, mm…use the vibrator near the pillow on me if you feel like you can use both hands. It’s a- ah shit- a thruster.” You squirm and moan as warm drops roll down your chest, your shoulder, your thigh, and your stomach. Jisung doesn’t respond verbally, and for a moment you consider repeating yourself before his hand came around to pull your thigh further apart. 
You oblige him, spreading them apart, trembling as you try to listen for him as he stands. 
Drip, then drop. 
Your stomach tightened as four drops land on them, racing down the center of your body for a few moments before cooling and stilling. 
Drop~ 
Drip~
One landed between the valley of your breasts, another, on the inside of your thigh. 
“We should do this more often. You’re dripping from how excited you are.” Jisung’s voice is coming from somewhere from your left, and you instinctively turn your head over in that direction. Fingers brush along your right cheek, but you turn in that direction soon after. 
There’s a silence that stretches in the room before a small ‘pop’.
It’s the cap to a bottle of lube, and you give your body a small wiggle, getting settled as you try to strain your ears to hear Jisung well enough. 
The springs in your bed creak as Jisung kneels onto it, leaning over your body and kissing the top of your head. 
“Does it feel good?” He whispered into your ear. You clench on nothing, shaking in anticipation before nodding, nearly breathless from the intimacy. 
“You’re supposed to be instructing me, aren’t you?” Jisung teased, rubbing the toy between your folds as he kissed down from your ear to your jaw and then back up to your lips. 
You open your mouth to continue your instructions, but anything you were going to say goes out the window when you hear an audible click followed by buzzing. 
Your back arched as the toy vibrated right against your clit. 
“Oops.” Jisung chuckled against the skin of your collarbone, rubbing the toy up and down against you while your grip on the headboard tightened. 
“F-Fuck, that’s not fair-”
“I just want to make you feel good, y’know.” Jisung hummed, reaching up and undoing the blindfold with his free hand. You meet his eyes, making sure he knew how good you were feeling by holding his gaze. 
“S-slowly, you can put it in and raise it to the second mmm…the second level.”
Jisung looked down, pushing the vibrator into you and biting his lip at the sound that escaped you when part of the toy settled against your clit, buzzing at a stronger intensity as Jisung wasted no time in following your previous order and pressing the button. 
Jisung leaned into your space, nudging you until you raised your head to kiss him. He started slow, pumping the toy in and out of you at his own rhythm, all while taking his time to kiss you, mapping out every inch of your mouth and swallowing down every breathless moan and gasp you treated him to. 
“L-Like that…mm, this…this one is my favorite, y’know. Its the one I use when you’re out town and I want to- shit, Jisung- nn…when I want to think about you the most.” 
You fight the urge to arch, glancing down at your own body and clenching when you saw all the ribbons of dried wax adorning your skin. Jisung had done a good job of not getting it on the lingerie itself, too.
“Your favorite, hm?” Jisung kissed the top of your head, his own heart fluttering at the visual of you pleasuring yourself with the very same toy in his hand. 
“Th-the second button. The one b-below the one by your thumb. P-press and hold it for a few- fuck!” You arch up against his chest, grabbing his shoulders as the thrusting part of the toy was turned on. 
Jisung looped one of his arms around your waist, smiling with a glint in his eye as he drank in every expression on your face. 
You would realize later that you’d lost part of the night’s play, since all forms of instruction went out of the window. Jisung licked his lips ever so slightly, nodding in approval as your voice raised an octave the closer you got to your release. 
“Jisung!”
“I’m right here, baby. I got you, its okay.” He spoke softly, aching between his legs as he watched you squirm beneath him, clenching for dear life on the toy.
His grip on you tightened as you finally unravel in his arms, your nails digging bluntly into his arms as the toy continued to buzz and thrust inside of you. 
Your mouth falls open. One, two, three seconds go by before a loud cry of pleasure fell from them. Jisung chuckled, noticing you’d clenched so tight that the thrusting of the poor toy came to a stop. 
“God, Y/n, did it feel that good?” He teased you, at least being merciful enough to turn the toy off before he slowly pulled it out of you, setting it far enough out of the way so it wouldn’t get rolled over on by accident. 
You pant, looking up at him in a blissed daze before cracking a smile and pulling him down into a kiss. Jisung went without resistance, groaning softly before a muffled noise left his lips as you threw your weight, rolling so he was under you. 
He looked up at you, his hands instinctively finding their way to your hips as you climbed on top of him, pressing your heads together. 
“Did I do a good job?” Jisung inquired, his lips quirking as a light blush dusted over his cheeks. You smile and steal a kiss before trailing your hand down his chest.
“Of course you did. Give me a second to get my bearings back and I’ll use one on you while I ride you.” You promise, scooting down his body. Jisung perked in surprise, eyes widening.
“Wait, what?”
You look up at him after settling yourself between his legs, mirroring him from earlier. You take hold of his cock, stroking with slow, languid strokes as your lips curl up, already formulating a 3 step plan to make him come undone involving no less than two more vibrators and possibly bringing the blindfold back. 
Instead of divulging in your plan, you simply lean over the bed and into the chest you’d left open on the nightstand, grabbing two bullet vibes and two silicone finger slips. 
Jisung watched you curiously, tilting his head to the side as he watched you push the vibes into the ribbed silicone finger slips and coat them in a light layer of lube.
“What is that for?” He inquired, thighs flexing as you crawl back between them. You smile, grabbing his shaft and grinning as he jolted, feeling the vibrations right underneath the crown of his cock. 
You take your time, stroking up an down a you hold his gaze. He quickly found out, jerking his hips and groaning at the foreign-but welcomed-sensation. 
“Y-Y/n-”
You fondle his balls, spurrened on by both the whimpers and growls falling from Jisung’s lips. 
“Does it feel good, Ji?” You inquire, smiling from ear to ear as his thighs shook. He opened his mouth to respond but it fell short when you place both of the fingers with the vibrators right over his slit. 
“FUCK!”
You stroke and caress him, watching his expression carefully with a twinkle in your eye as you tease him relentlessly with the pleasurable buzzing, tracing them all over his cock and balls. 
Jisung’s fists curl into the sheets, his eyes closing as he groaned, creeping closer and closer to the edge. 
“I-I’m gonna cum if you keep up.”
“Go ahead, we’re not done tonight.” You purr, grabbing the base of his cock and stroking quickly while you lower your mouth, kissing and licking the head while keeping your eyes on your boyfriend’s face. 
Jisung had been patient all night, but the moment he forced his eyes open and looked down, his body locked up as his eyes landed on yours. 
You hold still as he came into your mouth, a whimper and a groan falling from his lips. You keep still, making sure each wave rolled through him before you pull away, licking your lips and taking the finger vibes off. 
Jisung ran a hand through his hair, dazed and disoriented while you laugh, straddling him. 
“You okay?”
He rose a finger, still panting. 
“Gimme a sec, you vixen. I can’t recover that damn fast. I’ve never used the cumminator 3000 and it's buddies on myself like you.”
You snort slightly, leaning down to lay on him, kissing at his face until he placed a weak and tired kiss to his lips. Maybe you would cut him a break and let him gather his bearings before lovingly bullying him by riding him. 
You place a kiss to his adam’s apple.
“Fineee, I’ll get you some water in a sec. Next time, there will be more surprises in store.”
Jisung rose his head, looking at your back as you roll out of bed. 
“What do you mean more? Y/n?? Hey!”
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blinkstay4life · 4 days ago
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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.
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dreamydelulu · 10 months ago
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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."
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skz-fanfic-recs · 6 months ago
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“say it again. will you?”  “say what, hyung?”  “you’re mine.”  “all yours.” 
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soobnny · 3 months ago
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my girl — jeongin x f!reader ; the boys find out their youngest has a gf
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It’s a once in a while thing for the boys to be able to eat out together.
Challenges usually pose through schedule conflicts, one or the other being absent, and timing. They can never truly catch a break. So, when the first sign of a temporary alignment showed, they took the opportunity in a flash.
It was going to be their first dinner together in months, one of their off days.
Usually, the next challenge of indecisiveness would present itself. However, their youngest is quick to suggest a place.
Apparently, they had really good jjajangmyun.
(The boys didn’t know then, but it was because the faster they could decide where to eat, the faster he could go visit you.)
(They also didn’t know then that jjajangmyun was your favorite.)
A chorus of laughter echoes through the little corner store as they’re served their third plate of food. Jeongin didn’t lie about their food, and it was a safe enough space for them to celebrate the end of their latest comeback season.
“Seungmin, you’re getting really brave with your jokes about PD-nim.”
“I ran that contract renewal like the military.”
They spend the night joking, revisiting their past, and being hopeful for the future. A few grateful messages are exchanged after liquid courage is brought to their table. And while a simple night, the boys knew they’d remember this day for the rest of their lives.
There’s quiet pop music playing in the back—the kind you’d hear in the early 2000s. And Han Jisung orders another plate of jjajangmyun.
“Ayen, the food here is crazy good. How’d you find this place?”
Jeongin snaps out of his mental chant at the call of his name, fox-eyes trained on the older boy before the question reverberates in his mind. “My girlfriend recommended it.”
A pin drops.
Their youngest has a habit of lying, taken after his roommate, Seungmin. He usually does it with sneaky smiles and a few giggles. However, both signs indicative of lying are absent, and the boy has the audacity to refill his plate and keep eating as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on his members.
“Girlfriend?” Hyunjin is the first to speak, asking the boy to reiterate what he had just said, even though he heard. Loud and clear, in fact.
“Uhuh.” Jeongin replies through a mouthful of food. “What?”
He looks curiously around the table. His friends’ eyes are glazed, and he’d expected the conversation to be over three minutes ago, but it doesn’t.
Jeongin is in the middle of another bite when all hell breaks loose.
“Girlfriend?!” It’s said even louder now, more amplified, and Hwang Hyunjin stands from where he was previously seated in pure disbelief. All the while, their eldest is having an existential crisis. “Innie, what do you mean?”
He perks his head up, pursing his lips slightly and tilting his head. “What’s the big deal?”
“You have a girlfriend and you didn’t tell us?” It’s Han’s turn to be perplexed, and it’s humorous the way his features mimic the dramatic shock on Hyunjin’s.
Seungmin simply keeps eating.
“Yah, Kim Seungmin. Why aren’t you as surprised as us?”
“I already knew.”
“Seungmin knew, but not us?!”
“Not my fault he trusts me with dating advice.”
That boy definitely knows how to add fuel to fire. Chaos erupts as the younger half harass Seungmin for knowing before them.
“How long have you been dating?,” Minho asks.
“Just around 3 months now.”
If Chan was out of it then, you wouldn’t know how to describe his state now. Felix sits next to him to comfort the poor boy.
“My baby has been dating for 3 months, and I didn’t know anything.”
“Sorry.” Jeongin responds bashfully, scratching the back of his head. He knew his hyungs would act this way, which had led to his decision of keeping it hidden for a while. He thinks he should’ve just told them right away.
Though, he thought they’d known by now. He wasn’t exactly the most secretive about it, and he was sure he’d mentioned you before.
And although shocking to suddenly hear that their youngest (and their baby) had a girlfriend, they will not have his head for it. They know he’s responsible enough to know what not to do, and it was a little touching to know the boy had enough time to fit romance in his life.
“Show us what she looks like!”
The boys get a selfie of you that’s set as his lockscreen, and it’s enough proof to have the boys cooing at how adorable you two would be together.
“Motherfucker, she’s really pretty.” Changbin comments.
“I know.”
Meanwhile, Han and Hyunjin are making up fake scenarios in the corner, scrolling through photos and videos. Then a message.
While their youngest is distracted, Han quickly taps on the notification.
(8:23pm) innie: I miss u
(8:30pm) ynie: miss u too!!!!
(8:31pm) innie: Wish you were here right now
(8:32pm) ynie: aren’t u celebrating with ur friends rnnn
(8:32pm) ynie: stop texting me and enjoy !!!
(8:33pm) innie: But i miss u
(8:33pm) innie: Call me later?
(8:36pm) ynie: after you spend time with ur friends let’s call
(8:37pm) innie: Wanna call now. Just for a second
(8:37pm) innie: Haven’t heard your voice in a while
(8:37pm) ynie: ok fine >:( give me like 10-15 mins
(8:51pm) ynie: i’ll call now
“Oh my god, she’s calling.”
That’s definitely enough to get Jeongin’s attention.
“Give me my phone back.” He reaches out to them, but Hyunjin is fast enough to swipe it.
“Answer it!” Changbin instigates.
Jeongin’s eyes widen in horror when he hears your voice go through his phone. “Innie? Oh—hello.”
You sound so shy, and Chan feels like he’s about to cry. “She calls him Innie.”
The youngest finally snatches his phone back when all Hyunjin could do was stare at you through the screen of his phone. You were real. Yang Jeongin actually has a girlfriend.
“Hi.” He mumbles, moving away from their table to talk to you privately. Though, before he does, he makes sure he leaves a threat to the boys not to follow him. “‘M sorry, did they scare you, baby?”
“It’s okay, I was just surprised.”
Jeongin visibly melts at the sound of your voice. “The boys know about us now.”
“I figured.” You laugh, and the service at the restaurant doesn’t do the warmth of your laughter any justice. He can’t wait to see you later.
“Can I see you later?”
“Mkay, but just… enjoy your time with the boys, okay? You told me it’s been a while since all of you were able to relax over a meal like this.”
“Fine.” He sighs, before a smile creeps on his face. “They liked your suggestion.”
“That’s good. Now go!” There’s a pout on his lips when you shoo him away. “Go have fun, go! I’m hanging up now. Love you!”
“Love you too.”
The wide, bright smile remains on his face even when he goes back to their table.
“Who has our Ayen smiling like that?”
“My girl.”
“Innie’s getting soft.” Minho teases.
Seungmin, on the other hand, fake vomits at his response, and another chorus of laughter bursts from their seats. The night continues through conversations over Jeongin’s sudden revelation, and the promise to let the boys meet you properly next time. He agrees if they promise not to scare you away.
And while he’d kept you a secret for a while, he can’t help but feel a tinge of happiness in his heart that the most important people in his life know about you now, are even eager to meet you. There is no better contentment than all of the people he loves aligning with one another.
The entire night, Jeongin itches in anticipation to hold you in his arms and hear your voice in person after his schedules had torn apart his much needed quality time with you. And when he asks to leave, they don’t need to know where he’s going.
One look at his face, and the only evident answer is you.
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seungminhour · 11 months ago
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┌──── -ˏˋ 📱 ˎˊ-
└➤ how bf!skz would react to you not calling them by a nickname / term of endearment
hyung line | maknae line
◞✩ pairing : bf!skz x gn!reader
◞✩ contains : fluff, humor, cursing, boys bein silly
◞✩ notes : happy new year everyone! sorry for such a long wait on this one. i promise im gonna get better at posting on here this year 🫶
01. han jisung.
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02. lee felix.
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03. kim seungmin.
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04. yang jeongin.
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