#i love the laughter of his hyungs in the background

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𓈒ENHYPEN WHEN THEY KISS YOU IN FRONT OF THEIR MEMBERS

── ୨୧ enha x f!reader 𝗀enre. fluff, imagines, ot7 works 𝒘𝗈𝗋𝖽 counts . . . 1069 𝔀arning not proofread, kisses, suggestive┊DANi NOTEZ ‎⸝⸝⸝ okay this is barf. but who cares!!!!! (i know i promised a maknae line a few days ago for one of my fics, i PROMISE ill post it tmrw) ◞[ continue on to . . . library , request ]

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HEESEUNG (이희승)

heeseung's lips capture yours passionately as you lean against the counter. his hands slide to your waist, lifting you effortlessly until you're perched on the counter, his body between your legs. the world fades, and it's just you and him, lost in the kiss.

"ahem," a voice interrupts.

the two of you, still oblivious, continues kissing until jay clears his throat again, louder this time.

you and heeseung pull away quickly, both of you turning in perfect sync to face jay. cheeks flushed, you avoid eye contact while heeseung rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

jay smirks, shaking his head. "next time maybe somewhere a little more private," he teases, walking away with a chuckle.

rest of the members below !!

JAY (박종성)

you’re comfortably seated on jay’s lap, chatting with the rest of the members sprawled across the couch. the TV playing in the background. suddenly, jay’s lips press softly against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. he trails kisses up to your jawline, each one lingering a bit longer than the last. you giggle softly, leaning into his touch.

sunghoon, noticing, "bless my eyes," he exclaims, causing the other members to burst into laughter.

jay chuckles against your skin, his breath warm as he pulls away slightly but keeps you in his embrace. "jealous?" he teases, earning a playful glare from Sunghoon.

you blush, hiding your face in jay’s shoulder. "get a room," sunoo adds, grinning widely, making you and jay laugh even more.

JAKE (심재윤)

you're finishing up dinner with the members, and as you wash the dishes, Jake sneaks up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist. He whispers seductive words, planting soft kisses that gradually turn into playful hickeys.

his voice, low and teasing, whispers seductively in your ear, "you know, doing dishes would be much more fun if you let me distract you."

turning around, you stop washing dishes to kiss him. Mid-kiss, Riki walks in to put something away, freezing in shock. "oh my god," he blurts out, covering his eyes dramatically. "and i'm a minor.."

you and jake break apart, cheeks flushed with laughter. jake throws an arm around you protectively, still grinning. "sorry," he chuckles. "we'll try to keep it PG next time."

SUNGHOON (박성훈)

you're cuddled up with sunghoon in bed, enjoying a quiet moment together. his arms are wrapped around you protectively, and his kisses are sweet and gentle, starting from your forehead, trailing down to your lips.

suddenly, jungwon walks in, looking for his stuff. "sunghoon hyung, did you see my—" his sentence trails off as he catches sight of sunghoon kissing you. his eyes widen in surprise, and he quickly backs out of the room, mumbling an apology.

sunghoon pulls away, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. he whispers to you, a hint of humor in his voice, "god, now they're gonna tease me."

you chuckle softly, reassuring him with a light kiss. "well i mean maybe it won't last long?" you whisper back.

SUNOO (김선우)

sunoo peppers you with playful kisses. his lips trail from your cheek to your neck, leaving you giggling and leaning into his embrace.

suddenly, heeseung walks in, catching the intimate moment. his eyes widen slightly in surprise. "oh, uhm, I'll just get going…" he stammers awkwardly, starting to back out of the room.

sunoo rolls his eyes good-naturedly, still holding your hand tightly. "seriously? you act like you've never seen love before," he teases, pulling you closer.

you laugh, cheeks warm as Heeseung chuckles nervously and makes a quick exit, leaving you and sunoo sharing a smile.

JUNGWON (양정원)

jungwon stands next to you, his arms wrapped around your waist. He leans in, attempting to kiss your lips, his eagerness evident. After a moment of playful resistance, you turn towards him, allowing him to kiss you.

his hands roam boldly over your back, pulling you impossibly closer as he savors every moment of intimacy. he turns his head to deepen the kiss, the other members around you exchange awkward glances and murmur softly. "uh, jungwon..." one begins cautiously

suddenly, jungwon snaps out of his moment, realizing he's not alone with you. his cheeks flush with embarrassment as he pulls back slightly, clearing his throat. "right, sorry," he mumbles sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

RIKI (西村力)

riki leans into you, his arms wrapped snugly around your waist as he peppers your face with affectionate kisses, his lips warm against your skin. caught up in the moment, he plants a soft kiss on your lips.

suddenly, the door creaks open, and his members walks in. riki breaks the kiss abruptly, his expression innocent as he turns towards his members "hey, what's up?" he asks casually, pretending nothing had transpired.

once the members leaves, riki pulls you back into his embrace, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "phew, that was close," he murmurs against your lips before kissing you again, this time with even more fervor. "good thing they didn't catch us, princess," he whispers, his hands trailing teasingly down your back.

[sheerfreesia007]

Underwater Love

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

Word count: 2,784

Content warnings: Fluff

Summary: You’re slightly insecure when it comes to your body and how you’re perceived, Hyunjin has been harboring a crush for years. What happens when your best friends try to meddle and play match maker?

You stood in front of the floor length mirror hanging on the locker room wall and grimaced slightly at your image as you turned your head from side to side trying to get a look at every angle of your body wrapped in the skimpy gold sparkly bikini. The sounds of the laughter, shouting and splashing water were your background noise as you twisted your body from front to back as your eyes critically stared at yourself. Huffing softly you frowned just as you heard the loud squeaky hinges of the locker room door sound in the large room.

“Noona? Are you okay?” came Jeongin’s unsure voice as his footsteps sounded on the echoing tile.

“Innie, leave her, maybe she’s still getting changed.” Felix scolded him softly in his deep voice.

“I’m okay.” you called out just as you spotted Jeongin and Felix come around the corner of the lockers in the mirror. They both stood there staring at you with wide eyes causing you to feel even more self conscious of your body. Jeongin grinned widely suddenly as his eyes darted up and down your body before crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the row of lockers behind him.

“Oh Hyune hyung is going to lose his mind over you.” Jeongin said knowingly as he smirked at you through the mirror.

“Shut up.” you scoffed at him and Jeongin’s grin widened. Felix had moved to your side smiling brightly at you with sparkling eyes.

“You look perfect.” he said reassuringly and you shook your head at his words causing a soft frown to form on his face.

“I don’t know why I let you talk me into this. This was a mistake. I think I’m going to go home.” you lamented softly and Jeongin frowned in a match with Felix’s expression before he pushed off the lockers and walked to your other side while watching you intently through the mirror.

“Noona, you love to swim and you’re great at it. You’ve had a long stressful week at work and you’ve done so well at it you need some fun to relax. Don’t let your insecurity try to ruin that.” Jeongin said softly and kindly causing you to smile shyly at his words.

“Plus if Hyunjin says anything we’ll drown him.” Felix says seriously and your eyes dart over to his in the mirror as your mouth drops open in surprise.

“Lix, I didn’t say anything about him.” you told him softly and he smiled softly at you before shaking his head.

“You didn’t have to. We both know how you feel about him. If he says anything that makes you uncomfortable we’ll drown him. I’m pretty sure we can convince Seungmin to even help.” Felix says as Jeongin nods his head eagerly at his words and you chuckle softly at your friends’ insistence.

“Okay, okay.” you relent to them and they both grin at you happily, secretly glad that they had convinced you to stay and enjoy yourself with them all. “Besides he’s so out of my league I don’t think he’ll even notice I’m there.” you gripe out and Felix’s eyes dart over to Jeongin’s stare as the two share a knowing smirk between the two of them.

*-*-*-*

Hyunjin laid out on one of the lounge chairs next to Lee Know letting the sun soak into his skin as he quietly dozed off in a hazy nap. He chuckled softly as he heard a rather loud snore from Lee Know’s open mouth and turned his head to the sleeping man to see him splayed out on his own lounge chair. Shaking his head trying to clear the fog that had formed from the warm sun he looked around the pool to see the rest of his friends before he frowned when he noticed that Felix and Jeongin weren’t in the pool or on the pool deck like him and Lee Know.

“Hey Seungmin!” he called as he spotted his friend swimming slowly past the side of the pool. Seungmin turned to him with a curious look on his face. “Where’s Innie and Felix?”

“Talking to Noona in the locker room. She was taking a while to come out so they went in to check on her.” he answered with a shrug of his shoulders and Hyunjin felt his body tense with that information. He hadn’t known that you were invited but as he felt his stomach tense and flush with warmth he wasn’t opposed to seeing you. Hyunjin had been sporting a full on crush on you ever since Felix and Jeongin had introduced you to the group a few years ago, you were a quiet poised elegant woman who had instantly caught his eyes when your bright glowing smile had slowly blossomed on your face when you greeted him. Ever since then he loved seeing you around with him and his friends. You were still as quiet and poised as ever but every once in a while he’d see your sillier goofier side slip through when you grew comfortable with all of them. Those were the moments he loved the most with you, he knew you had a very high stress male dominated career and you always came across as someone who was strong, capable and independent but the moments that you were able to relax and be yourself around him he treasured greatly. And while your poised side was such a turn on to him about you he absolutely melted whenever you laughed uncontrollably or you joked around with all of them as if you were just a kid. Then there were the quiet soft moments that he rarely shared with you that Jeongin and Felix seemed to get more of from you then him. It usually happened when you were stressed or overly tired from work and you’d wind up at one of their dorms melting into the couch as a movie played mindlessly on the tv. One night you had fallen asleep on his shoulder and Hyunjin swore that was the night he had realized how deep his feelings ran for you, you were just too cute with your mouth open as your cheek smooshed up against his shoulder as tiny soft snores fell from your lips.

Jeongin had noticed it first the way Hyunjin would eagerly cater to you whenever you were around, it was hard to hide from the younger man since he knew both you and Hyunjin so well. And ever since noticing his friend’s feelings for you that he couldn't seem to keep hidden he would mercilessly tease his friend. Every time he would catch Hyunjin staring at you for longer than was necessary he’d wiggle his eyebrows at his friend causing the man to flush with embarrassment at getting caught. Or when you were with the group and there was an open seat next to Hyunjin he’d maneuver it so that you’d sit next to him or be close to him at all times. The teasing only ramped up when Felix caught onto Hyunjin’s feelings as well, the two younger men were relentless with the teasing and would cause Hyunjin to either blush beet red with embarrassment or nearly shout at them to shut up right as you would come over to spend time with them all. It was all rather embarrassing for him but it never affected Hyunjin’s feelings for you. He was still enamored by you and craved to be near you whenever you were around. 

Just then Seungmin cheered loudly as he stared away from Hyunjin towards the locker rooms and Hyunkin turned his head to see You, Jeongin and Felix all walking out of the locker room with soft smiles on their faces. Hyunjin felt his mouth drop open as his eyes took you in, you were stunning, absolutely gorgeous and Hyunjin knew he was not going to survive this hang out. Raising his hand to his sunglasses he dragged the shades down his nose so that he could get a clear view of your bikini clad body. YOur bikini was gold and sparkled in the sunlight as your body moved closer to the pool with Jeongin and Felix. Straps criss crossed across your chest to lead up to a halter neckline that made his stomach tense with desire for you, the bottoms weren’t much easier on his emotions as it was the color and material as your top but had large silver rings at each of your hips keeping the material connected. Your body was lightly toned and muscled as you moved gracefully while grinning and waving at the boys in the pool, you were an absolute vision to him.

“Close your mouth or you’ll catch flies.” comes a grumble from his side and Hyunjin snaps his mouth closed quickly before turning his head to look at a smirking Lee Know. Hyunjin blushes brightly at being caught staring at you before he fixes his shades back on his face and relaxes back into the lounge chair. “Why don’t you go join her in the pool?” asks Lee Know softly and Hyunjin huffs softly causing Lee Know to chuckle at him. “Need a moment to calm down?” he asks teasingly and Hyunjin pouts softly.

Hyunjin crosses his arms over his chest as he tries to do exactly what Lee Know was teasing him about and calm down his body after seeing you in your bikini. He watches silently as you hop into the pool and join Seungmin by swimming around the pool lazily, your limbs gliding through the water with little to no effort as Jeongin tries to rile you up into racing him. Felix even joins in by trying to mimic your swimming form. But Hyunjin continues to watch you as his teeth sink into his full bottom lip. You’re starting to warm up and get comfortable around the boys as he watches you joke around with Seungmin by slowly swimming through the water with your mouth underwater. He laughs as he watches you widen your eyes at the younger man who bursts out laughing as he pops his head up above the water. The four of you then begin to play a game where you try to make each other laugh while your mouths are submerged in the water.

“Hyunjin! Come join us!” Felix calls out suddenly and Hyunjin watches as your eyes dart over to him before smiling widely at him as you nod your head. Hyunjin can’t deny you anything as he quickly stands from the lounge chair as Lee Know chuckles softly from his chair, with a roll of his eyes he quickly slips into the water and swims over to where you and the three boys are. You move over to give him room and he smiles warmly at you watching delighted as you duck below the surface for a moment hiding your own smile from him. “Join our game.” Felix implores him and Hyunjin nods his head as he looks to the boys for instructions.

“What are the rules?” he asks easily and Jeongin smirks softly from your side before leaning in and whispering in your ear causing your eyes to widen before turning your head towards him quickly and shaking your head at whatever he whispered to you. Jeongin just nods his head to your shaking one before you huff at him and he laughs loudly knowing that he won whatever argument the two of you just had.

“Noona has to try to make you break through the surface of the water by any means necessary.” Felix informs him as his eyes dart back over to you and Jeongin who is whispering in your ear again as you shake your head and roll your eyes at whatever he’s saying. Hyunjin feels slightly left out but that’s normal when it comes to you and Jeongin, the two of you are always in your own little world together. He’s used to it by now and it no longer hurts or stings but when he spots you staring at him curiously for a moment he crosses his eyes and you chuckle softly at him before sticking your tongue out at him in retaliation making him grin at you.

“Alright sounds easy enough.” he teases you before feeling as if he’s made a mistake as a slow smirk slips onto your face at his words. Your eyes hone in on him and it’s the first time that you’ve given him your undivided attention while he’s with you and the boys, it’s a little intimidating if he’s being honest but he preens at the attention and sinks below the water to begin the game. 

You start out by widening your eyes comically at him and he shakes with his silent laughter before he settles easily, not letting you win against him just yet. He knew you would eventually win but he wanted to make you work for it, he didn’t want to just give you the win. But when you started to move closer to him he started to feel nervous as he watched your eyes narrow and dart around his face looking for an in. When he felt your fingers graze along his sides he flinched back and your eyes narrowed even further knowing that you had your win in sight. But Hyunjin didn’t want you to win so easily as he tried to move away from your teasing fingers without breaking the surface. You had moved impossibly closer to him to keep your dancing fingers on his body and he soon grabbed them to try and keep them off his body as he still twisted and turned under the water, it was all over when he felt your firm thigh brush against the inside of his own thigh and he was standing straight out of the water breaking the surface as the boys cheered with your victory. 

Hyunjin grumbled softly as he watched you stand as well with a grin on your face as you watched him happily. He stuck his tongue out at you making you chuckle delightedly at his antics before he sunk back into the water to sulk. The rest of the boys all congratulated you on your win and you graciously thanked him before turning back to Hyunjin while the boys all dispersed to different areas in the pool.

“Be happy I didn’t follow Jeongin’s advice to win the game.” you teased him with a soft smile as you sunk lower into the water to match him before you widen your eyes and then crossed them at him. He tilts his head at you curiously before rising up above the water.

“What was his advice?” he asked softly figuring from your movements that it wasn’t really something you wanted to tell him but still needed to anyway.

“To kiss you under the water. He said it’d get a reaction outta you, though I’m not sure it’d be a reaction I’d like with the way he said I’d win the game.” you answered him by just allowing your mouth above the water to speak. Hyunjin felt his eyes widen and his cheeks flushed brightly at your words and the advice that Jeongin had given you.

“Why wouldn’t you like my reaction if you would’ve won?” he asked softly and your eyes darted to his face before you contemplated answering.

“Would you like it if your crush’s reaction to your kiss was to immediately stand up and away from you?” you asked in a bitter tone before you gasped softly as sunk below the water once more as your eyes widened and you began to swim away from him while a pretty blush dusted your cheeks. 

Hyunjin’s mind short circuited at the confession you just admitted and he felt the air in his lungs seize. He instantly reached out and grabbed your shoulders pulling you towards him as he lowered his mouth into the water and pressed his mouth to yours under the water. Hyunjin felt your mouth press against his as his hands moved up from your shoulders to cup your cheeks while tilting your head to the side so that he could deepen the kiss. The two of you unconsciously stood from your positions until you were both standing tall in the water and Hyunjin felt your arms wrap loosely around his waist.

“Yah! Get a room you two!” shouted Changbin and Hyunjin nearly screamed at him as he felt you pull away from his mouth.

“Shut up Changbin.” Hyunjin groaned softly before he turned back to you and pressed his mouth to yours once again as the boys all gagged loudly while you chuckled softly.

[inkandtension]

Tie That Binds.

Part 2: Warmth In New Beginnings

Minho adjusted his tie for the third time, frowning at his reflection in the mirror. Weddings were supposed to be joyous occasions, weren’t they? Celebrations of love, laughter, and promises of forever? Yet, here he was, standing in an impeccably tailored suit, about to marry a woman he barely knew, feeling anything but joyous. His reflection stared back at him, the crease between his brows deepening with every second. The tie felt like a noose.

“Stop sulking, hyung,” came Changbin’s teasing voice from the doorway. He leaned against the frame, arms crossed, an amused smirk tugging at his lips. “You look good. A real scholarly heartthrob.”

Minho shot him a glare that would have silenced most people. Changbin, however, was immune. “I’m not sulking,” Minho muttered under his breath, though even he didn’t believe the words. His fingers tugged at the tie again.

“You’re brooding, then,” Changbin replied cheerfully. “Brooding scholar. It’s a vibe.”

Minho sighed, the sound heavy with resignation. His mind wasn’t in the room; it was too busy turning over the absurdity of his situation. Years spent lecturing on logic, dissecting literature, and championing the idea of individual agency had somehow led him to this moment—a meticulously arranged marriage, orchestrated by his mother and some aunt whose face he couldn’t even remember.

“Can’t back out now,” Changbin added, pushing off the doorframe with a grin. “Unless you want to send all the guests home and deal with your mother’s wrath. And trust me, hyung, I’ll be the first to sell popcorn and watch that drama unfold.”

Minho shot him a flat look but said nothing. Changbin wasn’t wrong. Backing out wasn’t an option, not when the woman he was about to marry came with glowing recommendations. A surgeon, his mother had informed him with a delighted clap of her hands. Accomplished, brilliant, kind, and apparently drop-dead gorgeous. The perfect daughter-in-law material, in other words. His family had done everything short of hanging her résumé on the wall like a trophy.

“Here goes nothing,” he muttered under his breath, grabbing his blazer. As he shrugged it on, he couldn’t help but feel like he was stepping into a role he hadn’t auditioned for—a leading man in a play where the script had been written long before he entered the stage.

Y/N’s palms were sweating, and no amount of discreetly dabbing them with the edge of her dress seemed to help. She stood at the altar, her heart pounding in her chest, as the murmur of guests filled the room. Her eyes flitted to the door, waiting for Minho to appear.

For the past week, her life had been a whirlwind of surgeries, late-night meetings with wedding planners, and answering endless texts from her mother. It felt surreal, like she’d been thrown into someone else’s dream wedding—one she hadn’t exactly volunteered for.

“Why am I doing this?” she whispered to her best friend, who stood beside her in a pastel bridesmaid dress, looking far too amused for Y/N’s liking.

“Because your parents threatened to disown you if you didn’t at least try,” her friend whispered back with a barely-contained laugh.

Y/N rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. It was true. Despite all her achievements, she was still that shy little girl seeking her family’s approval. Being a world-class surgeon hadn’t changed that. The wedding might have been their idea, but here she was, going through with it because walking away felt too much like failure.

Her thoughts scattered like confetti the moment the doors opened. Minho stepped in, and everything else seemed to fade into the background. He was tall, lean, and devastatingly handsome. His black hair was styled to perfection, framing his sharp features. His suit hugged him like it had been crafted by someone who understood the definition of precision, and the air of quiet confidence he exuded was enough to make her breath hitch.

Her best friend let out a low whistle, leaning closer. “Okay, I take it back. If you don’t marry him, I might.”

“Shut up,” Y/N hissed.

Married life was... odd, to say the least.

Minho spent his days teaching university students, delving into the intricacies of Shakespeare and Kafka. Y/N spent hers in a hospital, saving lives and dealing with emergencies that left her too drained to care about trivial things like cooking or cleaning.

They had an unspoken routine:

Y/N would come home late, exhausted, and Minho would have dinner waiting for her.

Minho would stay up grading papers while she crashed on the couch, sometimes falling asleep mid-sentence while recounting her day.

They’d exchange polite “good mornings” and “have a nice days,” but deeper conversations were rare.

It wasn’t awkward, per se—just... unfamiliar.

Over the weeks that followed, something shifted.

Minho started texting her during the day, little things like, Don’t skip lunch, or Did you sleep last night?

Y/N found herself bringing home snacks for him, claiming she’d picked them up on a whim, though she’d actually spent way too much time in the store debating which ones he’d like.

They started watching movies together on weekends, bickering over genres. Minho preferred psychological dramas; Y/N loved rom-coms.

“You seriously think this is funny?” Minho groaned one night, watching the lead actor trip over a series of increasingly ridiculous obstacles.

“It’s hilarious,” Y/N shot back, laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes.

Minho rolled his eyes but didn’t miss the way her laugh made his chest feel warm.

…

“You know,” Minho said, leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed, “I didn’t think married life would mean sharing my coffee stash with someone who performs literal surgeries before I even wake up.”

You glanced up from the stove, where you were stirring scrambled eggs for the both of you. "I didn’t think it’d mean coming home to someone who alphabetizes their bookshelf and gets irrationally angry when one book is out of place.”

“Touch my books again, and it’ll be war."

You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile. “Good morning to you too, husband.”

The word still felt foreign. You’d been married for three months now, after a whirlwind of family introductions and a mutual agreement that, while neither of you believed in love at first sight, you could give companionship a chance. He was a literature professor, calm and composed with a sharp wit, and you were a surgeon, thriving on adrenaline and precision. Two opposites in every sense of the word, now sharing the same roof and calling it home.

“Don’t burn the eggs,” Minho teased as he set the table, placing his usual cup of black coffee at your spot.

“They’re perfect, thank you very much,” you replied, sliding the pan off the burner. “Unlike someone’s last attempt at cooking pasta.”

Minho feigned offense. “Excuse me, my pasta was avant-garde.”

“It was burnt.”

The morning ritual of trading barbs had quickly become your favorite part of this arrangement. Despite the awkwardness of the early days, you’d found a rhythm. You respected each other’s space, cheered each other on, and occasionally stole moments like this—warm and light, like the eggs you plated and brought to the table.

Minho sipped his coffee, glancing at you. “Long shift today?”

“Not too bad. Just six hours,” you said. “You?”

“Grading papers,” he said with a grimace. “Seventy essays on whether The Great Gatsby is a love story or a cautionary tale.”

“Ah, the joys of shaping young minds,” you teased.

Minho shook his head, but his smirk softened. He looked at you for a moment longer, his expression unreadable. “You’re really good at this, you know.”

“At what? Mocking you?”

“That too,” he admitted, “but I meant… this. Us.”

You froze, caught off guard. He wasn’t usually this candid. “I guess we’re both trying,” you said, feeling your cheeks warm.

“I’d say we’re succeeding,” Minho said, reaching out to steal a bite of your eggs with his fork. “Even if you do insist on putting ketchup on your eggs, like a heathen.”

“Hey!” you laughed, swatting his hand away.

The truth was, Minho had a knack for sneaking past your defenses. Whether it was his quiet attentiveness when you came home exhausted or the way he made sure to send you texts during your long shifts (“Don’t forget to eat. And drink water. And sleep. I’m grading your habits, 2/10 so far”), he was making it harder not to fall for him.

As you cleaned up the dishes together, Minho cleared his throat. “By the way, my department’s hosting a dinner next week. Spouses are invited.”

“Oh,” you said, your heart skipping a beat. “Am I—?”

“You’re coming,” he interrupted, looking at you like it wasn’t even a question. “I need someone to laugh at my jokes when my colleagues inevitably talk about Chaucer.”

You snorted. “You’re assuming your jokes will be funny.”

He leaned closer, his voice low. “I don’t need them to be funny. I just need you there.”

Your breath caught, but Minho had already turned away, heading to his study. “Have a good day at work, Dr. Ketchup.”

“Have fun with Gatsby, Professor Burnt Pasta,” you called after him, hiding your grin.

You stood in the kitchen for a moment, fingers brushing the counter where his hand had been seconds ago. Maybe this marriage wasn’t just about making it work. Maybe, just maybe, it could be something more.

(You couldn’t make it to the party, an emergency surgery happened, you apologised though, his colleagues were a bit too sad when you didn’t make it)

It was supposed to be a peaceful Sunday morning for Minho—his one precious day to lounge in sweatpants, sip coffee, and enjoy the rare luxury of a slow, uneventful routine. He had even entertained the idea of making you breakfast before you left for work, something simple yet thoughtful. But fate, as always, had other plans.

A sharp knock on the door disrupted his rare moment of domestic bliss. With a heavy sigh, he dragged himself away from the stove, glancing warily at the pan on low heat. As he shuffled to the door, half-asleep, he wondered who could possibly be bothering him on his sacred day off.

The door creaked open, revealing Felix, one of his students, standing there in all his youthful glory. A textbook was tucked under his arm, his expression bright and hopeful.

“Professor Lee!” Felix greeted, his tone unnaturally chipper for a Sunday.

Minho blinked slowly, still processing the intrusion. “Felix? What are you doing here?”

“You said you’d help with my essay on Sunday,” Felix reminded him, his tone tentative but insistent.

Minho racked his brain, piecing together fragmented memories from office hours. “Right…” he muttered, groaning internally. He vaguely remembered agreeing to it but hadn’t expected Felix, the popular, gossip-loving, poster-child of charm, to actually follow through. “Yeah, come in.”

As Felix stepped inside, his eyes scanned the space with open curiosity. It was his first time seeing his professor’s home, and it wasn’t what he expected. The cozy, lived-in atmosphere seemed at odds with Minho’s perpetually serious demeanor in class. His attention was quickly snagged by a pair of stylish, feminine glasses sitting on the coffee table. Girlfriend? Felix wondered, tilting his head.

Before he could dwell on the thought, the distinct sound of heels clicking against the floor made him freeze. A moment later, you emerged from the hallway, dressed sharply for work. Felix’s eyebrows shot up, his thoughts immediately scrambling for an explanation. You blinked, just as surprised to see someone new in the living room. “Oh,” you said, your tone polite but slightly off-guard. “Hi.”

Felix, now officially overwhelmed, managed to blurt out, “Hello”, he said, before his gaze flickered back to the coffee table, then to you, as he didn’t know how to address you.

No way, he thought, it’s the doctor who came on news for saving a K-pop idol, from almost death.

“Minho!” you called, turning your head toward the kitchen. “Is this one of your students?”

Felix, his curiosity reaching critical levels, edged closer to the source of your voice. Peeking into the kitchen, he found Minho by the stove, a pan in hand. Smoke curled lazily upward, and the sharp scent of burning food filled the air.

“Minho,” you said, stepping into the kitchen with an incredulous laugh, “are you burning food again?”

Minho startled, nearly dropping the pan. “I’m not burning it! I’m… enhancing the flavor,” he argued, his tone defensive.

“Enhancing?” you repeated with a laugh. “Minho, cooking is about creating something edible, not staging a kitchen fire. It’s amazing how often you mix those two up.”

“I was trying to make you something before you left for the hospital,” he muttered, clearly embarrassed but reluctant to admit defeat.

Your playful smile softened at his admission. Gently, you reached over to turn off the stove. “That’s sweet, but maybe stick to teaching literature instead of culinary experiments.”

Felix, lurking just out of sight, stared wide-eyed as you roasted him. The banter, the easy familiarity—it all added up. They’re married?

“Go sit down,” you told Minho, nudging him out of the kitchen. “I’ll make something quick before I leave.”

Minho grumbled under his breath but obeyed, brushing past Felix on his way back to the living room. Felix hurried to take a seat, trying to appear nonchalant, though his mind was racing.

When you passed through the room moments later, coffee in hand, you offered Felix a warm smile. “Nice meeting you. Don’t give him too hard of a time with your questions.”

Felix nodded mutely, watching you leave. The moment the door shut behind you, he turned to Minho, who had returned with two glasses of juice.

“Professor…” Felix began slowly, his voice thick with disbelief. “Is she your wife?”

Minho raised an eyebrow as he sipped his juice. “Yes. Why?”

Felix blinked rapidly, struggling to reconcile this new information. “No reason,” he mumbled, though his expression betrayed his shock.

Moments later, you returned to the hallway, adjusting your bag over your shoulder. Minho met you by the door, leaning casually against the frame.

“Don’t overwork yourself,” he said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’ll try,” you replied, a familiar warmth in your voice. You both knew it was a promise you likely wouldn’t keep.

Felix, still reeling from the day’s revelations, hovered awkwardly nearby. As you stepped outside, he called out suddenly, “Have a good day, Mrs. Lee!”

You froze, the unexpected title catching you off guard. It wasn’t unpleasant—just unfamiliar. Slowly, you turned, offering Felix a polite but flustered smile. “Uh… you too,” you managed before hurrying to your car.

Minho chuckled, leaning casually against the doorframe as he watched you leave. “Mrs. Lee, huh?” he mused aloud, mostly to himself, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “I like the sound of that.”

Felix, now thoroughly overwhelmed, buried his face in his hands. Sundays, he realised, were never as peaceful as they seemed.

Minho shook his head, walking back inside. “Come on, let’s get to your essay before you start narrating this like a drama.”

The next day at school, Felix did exactly that.

Felix leaned forward dramatically, hands splayed wide as he began recounting his Sunday adventure to a growing crowd of curious students in the cafeteria. His voice, filled with excitement, caught the attention of several nearby tables, each eager to hear more.

"Guys, listen up," he said, flashing a grin. "You won’t believe what I saw at Professor Lee’s house yesterday."

A few students glanced at each other, intrigued, as Felix's words hung in the air. He leaned in, lowering his voice just enough to keep everyone hanging on his every syllable. "So, I went to his place for some essay help, right? And the first thing I notice when I walk in is this super cozy vibe. You know, soft lighting, a hint of fresh coffee... real domestic bliss. But then—then, I spot these feminine glasses on the table."

Hyunjin, who had been lounging back in his chair, rolled his eyes. "What’s so weird about glasses?" he asked, unimpressed.

Felix raised a finger, signaling that this story was about to take a turn. "Wait for it. So, as I’m trying to figure out who’s glasses they are, out walks this stunning woman. She’s in full professional attire—like, the whole deal. She’s walking like, like a CEO walking into an important meeting. And guess what? She’s his wife. Dr. Y/N. The surgeon."

Hyunjin blinked, his expression shifting from indifference to shock. “His what?” he practically shouted, hands flying to cover his mouth as his eyes widened.

The murmurs of disbelief spread like wildfire among the crowd, each person leaning in a little closer, straining to catch every word.

"You’re making this up," Jisung said skeptically, shaking his head as he crossed his arms.

Felix smirked, leaning back in his seat with an air of triumph. "I’m not! They’re so romantic, it’s almost nauseating. I’m telling you, it’s like one of those cheesy rom-coms. He even tried to cook for her."

"Professor Lee? Cooking?" Hyunjin scoffed loudly, half-laughing in disbelief. "That man lives off convenience store meals. There's no way he was cooking anything decent."

Felix leaned in closer, lowering his voice for effect. The group went quiet, eager to hear the juicy detail. "He burned it," he said, his face full of mock sympathy.

The table erupted in laughter, the absurdity of the image painting a perfect picture in everyone's minds.

"But that’s not even the best part!" Felix exclaimed, practically bouncing in his seat. "No, no. The best part is how she roasted him. And I mean roasted him. And then, do you know what he said? He said he was trying to make something special for her before she left for work. I mean, come on—imagine that. Your husband burns breakfast out of love for you. Isn’t that just... romantic?"

Jisung couldn’t help himself and muttered, "That doesn’t sound romantic. That sounds tragic."

Felix ignored him, continuing with the fervor of someone who had just witnessed the most entertaining drama. "And the way they bantered? Oh my god, guys, it was like something out of a rom-com. She laughed at him, and he got all offended but secretly pleased—it was like watching this whole love story unfold before my eyes. You would think they had a love marriage, not some arranged one."

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued now. "Wait, they’re in an arranged marriage?" he asked, trying to wrap his mind around it.

Felix nodded solemnly, as if he were revealing some deep, hidden truth. "Yeah. But you’d never know. The way they looked at each other, the way they interacted—if I didn’t know any better, I’d say they were madly in love."

By now, half the cafeteria was hanging on Felix’s every word, the whole campus’s girls were there(for felix’s charm) of course.

And, as expected, the rumors began to spread like wildfire. What started as Felix’s casual recounting of a Sunday visit quickly turned into a full-fledged mystery. Everyone was dying to know more about Professor Lee’s mysterious wife—and, more importantly, if they could have a glimpse into this romance that Felix had so dramatically described.

…

Minho was halfway through grading essays in the faculty lounge when his colleague, Chan, approached him with a mischievous grin.

“Hey, Minho,” Chan started, plopping down in the seat across from him.

“What?” Minho asked without looking up.

“So… I heard some interesting things about you and your wife,” Chan said casually, his tone laced with amusement.

Minho froze, his pen hovering over a student’s paper, Felix’s. “What things?”

“Oh, nothing major,” Chan said, feigning innocence. “Just that you’re apparently head over heels for her, cooking her breakfast and all that. Burnt, of course.”

Minho’s eyes traveled through the paper in his hands and it clicked. “Felix.”

Chan laughed. “So it’s true?”

“Partially,” Minho muttered. “He came over to the house for essay help and caught us in the middle of a normal morning.”

“Normal?” Chan raised an eyebrow. “Apparently, you’re living in a K-drama.”

“Don’t start,” Minho groaned.

Chan grinned, leaning forward. “Come on, though. Is it true you tried to cook for her?”

Minho hesitated before muttering, “I might have… attempted.”

Chan burst out laughing. “Wow, you really are whipped. I didn’t think you had it in you, Minho.”

Minho shot him a glare. “It’s not like that.”

“Sure it’s not,” Chan said, smirking. “But, honestly, it’s nice to see you so… happy. You’re usually such a grump.”

Minho rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he picked up his pen and went back to grading(maybe unfairly) , pretending not to notice the smug look on Chan’s face.

As Chan got up to leave, he clapped Minho on the shoulder. “By the way, I think Felix might be your biggest fan now. Watch out, or he’ll start writing a romance novel about you two.”

Minho groaned, but a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Meanwhile, you were eating lunch with your colleagues, when a message from Minho popped up.

Minho: Felix told half the campus we’re madly in love. You: We’re not? Minho: That’s not the point. You: It’s not a bad rumor to have, Professor Lee. 😉

Minho stared at the screen, shaking his head. Felix might’ve been overly dramatic, but maybe the kid wasn’t entirely wrong.

[ghostofhyuck]

NCT Dream and their drunk voicemails to you.

AN: Mention of death in Jisung's part.

Mark Lee

"Hey babe, right now I'm at my hotel room and the kids, they wanted to have drink to unwind. Yeah we just finished our dome concert and it's surreal like...I can't believe it, another dream come true." a chuckle escapes from Mark. "Yeah I'm a little drunk right now and, I don't know how many cans I have drank but we have a flight tomorrow. I don't know I might pass out at the plane." Mark laughs once again, you can hear his frustrated sigh. "I'm seeing you tomorrow again, I miss you...damn. I'm gone for like five days and I am missing you already? But couldn't help it. I love you babe...can't wait to go home to you. I love you...again. God, I'm so drunk right now but you know what? I love you." 

Huang Renjun

"Chenle shut up! I'm trying to talk to yn," Renjun started. From the background, there's a lot of noise. A chaotic noise that deafens your boyfriend's voice. "yn? baby? I hope you can hear me but --- Haechan be fucking quiet! Sorry about that, we're in Jaemin's place and we had a little drink ---" "Hyung had two bottles of soju already!" Chenle interrupted. "Renjunnie is that yn? Tell her I miss her!" Haechan added. "Renjun, best you get out just so you can talk to yn," Mark suggested. "Yeah whatever." another voicemail was sent to you. "I'm outside right now, the boys are so loud, I can't believe it," but you can hear his laughter. "Anyways, I just want to update you about my whereabouts, I know you're busy with your work but we can talk in the morning okay? I love you baby." 

Lee Jeno

"Hey yn..." a frustrated sigh can be heard followed by seconds of silence. "I don't know why, but I just had the feeling of sending you this right now...but how are you? Damn, that's kinda stupid for me to ask after what I did to you but I can't help it. I wanted to know if you're fine, and if you're doing well. I wanted to know so that this guilt won't eat me up everyday. It's frustrating me yn, I am really sorry for breaking your heart. I know that I made a lot of mistakes and...I don't know what to say," a bitter laugh escapes Jeno's lips. "Drunk? Maybe I am, so I'm sorry for sending you a drunk voicemail at this ungodly hour. Just...fuck, this is a mistake. Sorry yn, I'm really sorry for everything. Just ignore this. Or just delete this, don't reply to me. This isn't supposed to happen." 

Lee Donghyuck

"I can't believe you left me!" Haechan shouted. "Why? why!? Was it me? Just tell me what went wrong and maybe I can leave you alone now! Maybe I can get you out of my head because fuck it! There's not a day where I am missing you and wondering what happened with the two of us. I always wonder if I didn't something so stupid that you left me..." Haechan deeply sighs, trying to hold back his tears. "Hyuck stop it, you're drunk." "No! I can't believe it Renjun!" Haechan shouted. "Yn left me. She broke up with me! I can't believe it...why? Why did she do it?" Haechan cried to his friend who only nod, patting lightly his shoulders. "Hyuck wake up, you know the reason why she broke up with you, stop it." Jaemin rebutted. "But...it hurts you know? I just ---" 

Na Jaemin

"Yn~" Jaemin giggled. "How's your date with him? What's his name again? Sungchan? He's good-looking by the way," Jaemin lets out a sigh. "I'm at the bar right now, so sorry if it's too noisy. Don't worry, I can handle everything. No, I'm not getting drunk right now." it suddenly became quiet for a second. "I don't know, maybe I am, it's shitty right? But you know what's more shitty? Is that you're having fun out there while I'm here getting drunk right now because I'm jealous! Yes yn, I am jealous of Sungchan because I like you! there I said it!" you heard him opening another bottle of soju. "I like you since we were kids yn, why can't you see it? fuck...this is so embarrassing, confessing to you at my worst state well," Jaemin laughs. "I'm a coward yn, I can't even confess to you when I'm sober." 

Zhong Chenle

"Hey babe, the boys just left my place," Chenle started, letting out a small laugh. "I told them they can crash in my place but they were persistent to go back to their place, but it's obvious that they're struggling." another laugh escapes Chenle's lips. "Yeah, I'm a bit tipsy right now and I know that it's probably morning wherever you are and if you're hearing this, don't worry I'm fine." you can hear second of silence before a small bark echoed on the background. "Oh? Daegallie is here, Daegal come here~" you can hear Daegal's bark along with Chenle's small laugh. "You miss your mom? I miss her too. But she's out there having a tour in US, so let's wait for her to come home okay? I love you yn, have fun there." 

Park Jisung

"Hi love," Jisung started with a soft tone. "It's been so long right? I'm in my dorm right now, I just packed my clothes and no, I didn't overpacked don't worry. Tomorrow, we'll start our world tour. It can be tiring but I'll try to be healthy?" Jisung lets out a deep sigh before brushing his hair out of frustration. "After this world tour, we'll be having another album. It's going to be good year for NCT Dream and I know that if you're here, you'll be cheering hard. Fuck, I miss you so so much." another deep sigh exits his lips. "There's no day where I am missing you, and my hyungs, they miss you too. I just...I can't believe it's been a year since you've been gone." Jisung lets out a small choke, trying hard not to cry. "I'm sorry...I told you that I won't cry anymore, but it still hurts me love. Sorry, but I'll be going now, goodbye love, I love you." 

[writingforstraykids]

Ready, pretty?

Pairing: Minchan

Word Count: 2564

Summary: One night, after sharing a few drinks, Minho feels safe enough to overshare a little, thinking Chan is too drunk to remember the next day. He doesn't know that Chan remembers every word and is more than willing to help him with his little issue.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, late-night confessions, drunk confessions, friends to lovers (sort of), virgin!min, first time

A/N: Oh well, another audio that rotted azzy's and my brain😂 Based on this audio by my dear miu, hope you like it love @slutforchanlix 🖤

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©writingforstraykids 2024-

Minho and Chan found a quiet spot away from the bustling crowd at the party, nestled under the comforting canopy of a sprawling tree. A soft blanket spread beneath them provided a makeshift sanctuary from the noise and distractions. The night sky above them was a tapestry of stars, twinkling faintly amidst the velvet darkness.

They sat side by side, shoulders brushing occasionally as they sipped from their drinks, the clinking of glasses a gentle background to their conversation. Minho, already feeling a bit lightheaded from the alcohol, couldn't help but notice Chan's relaxed demeanor and chuckled inwardly, convinced his friend was also a few drinks past sobriety.

"You look like you're in another world, Channie hyung," Minho teased lightly, nudging him playfully. "What's on your mind?"

Chan chuckled, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Just enjoying the peace, I guess. It's rare to have moments like this."

"Yeah," Minho agreed, taking another sip. "Life's been hectic lately, huh?"

Chan nodded, his gaze drifting upwards towards the stars. "Tell me about it. Sometimes I just need to escape from all the noise and expectations."

Minho nodded sympathetically, feeling a wave of empathy wash over him. "I get that. So, how do you relax best, then?"

“There's only been one thing that actually helped lately,” Chan grinned mischievously, a glint in his eyes as he glanced at Minho. "By relieving some tension…you know?"

Minho snorted, caught off guard by the unexpected response. He leaned his head on Chan's shoulder, his own laughter bubbling up. "I should've guessed."

Chan chuckled, patting Minho's knee affectionately. "You're not too bad at it yourself, Minho."

“What's that supposed to mean?” he asked with a snort.

“Your room's right below mine, I'm insomniac, so no, not everyone's asleep when you touch yourself,” he told him, taking another sip. “You're not exactly quiet sometimes and the vent carries it all the way up.”

“Oh,” he whispered, making Chan laugh. “Can't help it sometimes,” he said.

“Yeah, I get that,” Chan agreed, smirking to himself. There hasn't only been one time when Minho's soft moans and quiet whimpers kept him up, too sweet of a symphony to ignore.

Feeling emboldened by the alcohol and the already happening oversharing, Minho decided to share a bit more than he probably should have. "Yeah, well, I tried my fingers once, but it didn't feel nice. I didn't really know what I was doing, so I gave that up again."

Chan burst into laughter, the sound echoing softly in the quiet night. "Noted," he managed between laughs, shaking his head fondly at Minho's confession. Yeah, he'd remember that.

Realizing what he had just admitted, Minho blushed furiously, hoping the darkness hid his embarrassment. "Just don't tell anyone."

Chan sobered slightly, a warm smile on his face as he nudged Minho gently. "Hey, I'll keep your secrets safe, don't worry."

Minho hummed softly before glancing at Chan. “Did you ever try it?” 

“Yeah, a few times,” Chan nodded, seemingly unfazed. 

“Any…any advice?” he asked, ears burning up.

“Well, you should be able to relax, give yourself time and don't get too eager too fast. Also use enough lube and be careful so you don't hurt yourself,” he told him.

Grateful for Chan's understanding, Minho shifted the topic to something less potentially embarrassing. "Speaking of secrets, what do you think of our new album? You excited about it?"

Chan's eyes lit up with enthusiasm, his earlier humor returning. "Definitely. Also, you've been working so hard on those English lines, Minho. I'm impressed."

Minho pouted playfully, leaning back against the tree trunk. "I get tired of them sometimes, you know?"

Chan nodded sympathetically. "I can imagine. But seriously, you sound amazing singing them. Fans are gonna love it."

A small smile tugged at Minho's lips, grateful for Chan's praise. "Thanks, Channie. Means a lot coming from you."

They fell into a comfortable silence, content to simply be in each other's company, enjoying the tranquility of the moment. The night breeze rustled the leaves above them, a gentle reminder of the world beyond their secluded spot. For Minho and Chan, this brief respite from the demands of their careers was a precious gift—a chance to unwind, to share laughter and confessions under the starlit sky.

As the party's noise gradually seeped back into their awareness, they exchanged a knowing glance, both silently agreeing to cherish this memory. With a final clink of their glasses, they toasted to friendship, to music, and to the simple joy of finding peace beneath the stars.

-

After a tiring and long day at the company, Chan and Minho finally collapsed onto Chan's bed, the soft mattress providing a welcomed respite from their demanding schedules. They had stayed longer than the others, Chan meticulously fine-tuning tracks for their upcoming album and Minho patiently walking him through the new choreography after.

Chan couldn't help but notice Minho's restlessness as they settled in. The room was bathed in a gentle lilac hue, casting a serene glow that accentuated Minho's features. He looked almost ethereal in that light, but Chan sensed a tension in him that hadn't dissipated since earlier.

"You alright, Minho?" Chan asked softly, his concern evident as he propped himself up on one elbow to look at his friend.

Minho sighed, running a hand through his hair before meeting Chan's gaze. "Yeah, just... I don't know. Can't seem to relax tonight…Long day."

Chan nodded understandingly, his eyes scanning Minho's face with a mixture of affection and curiosity. "Ever wish someone could help you with that? Release some tension after a long day?"

Minho's breath caught slightly at Chan's question, his heart beating a little faster as he processed the implication behind those words. He searched Chan's eyes for a long moment, finding sincerity and a hint of something more—something he had quietly wondered about but never dared to voice.

"Yeah," Minho admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I do."

Chan's expression softened, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he remembered their conversation from a few nights ago—the one where Minho had confessed his clumsy attempt at doing just that. "Remember when you told me about trying with your fingers? Didn't quite like it?"

Minho blushed deeply, embarrassed that Chan remembered and seemed unfazed by his earlier awkwardness. "Yeah," he murmured, unable to meet Chan's gaze directly. “I took your advice but it doesn't feel as good as Felix and Jisung said it would.”

Chan chuckled softly, reaching out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind Minho's ear. "It's okay, Minho. You can tell me what you need. That's what I'm here for, yeah?”

Minho swallowed nervously, his heart racing as he leaned closer to Chan, their faces now only inches apart. "I... I need..." He hesitated, unsure if he could voice his desires aloud.

Chan's hand found Minho's, fingers intertwining in a silent gesture of reassurance. "You can trust me, Min. Whatever it is."

With a shaky breath, Minho closed the gap between them, pressing his lips tentatively against Chan's. The kiss was hesitant at first, a mixture of nerves and longing, but soon it deepened, fueled by months of unspoken attraction and the intimacy of their shared moments.

Chan responded eagerly, pulling Minho closer until their bodies were flush against each other. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the soft sound of their breaths mingling and the gentle rustling of sheets beneath them.

As they broke apart for air, Chan brushed his thumb over Minho's cheek, his eyes filled with tenderness. "I've wanted this, Minho," he confessed softly. "More than I've let myself admit."

Minho smiled shyly, a weight lifted off his shoulders now that his feelings were out in the open. "Me too," he admitted, his voice filled with a mix of relief and joy.

“Can I take care of you?” Chan asked softly and Minho's breath hitched.

“Please,” he nodded gently, rolling onto his back and glancing up at Chan as he sat up. Minho watched him as he gently pushed his legs apart and got seated between them, gently rubbing up his thighs. 

“Want me show you how good it can feel?” he asked and Minho bit his lower lip, nodding quickly. Chan reached into the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube. 

As Chan settled back between Minho's legs, he held up the bottle of lube with a reassuring smile. Minho's heart raced with anticipation, his body tingling in anticipation of Chan's touch. The soft lilac light cast a gentle glow over them, adding to the intimate atmosphere.

Chan leaned down to kiss Minho softly, their lips meeting in a tender exchange that conveyed both desire and tenderness. Breaking the kiss, Chan whispered against Minho's lips, "Relax, Min. I've got you." Minho hummed softly in response. “May I?” he asked gently, waiting for a nod before removing his pants and boxers.

Minho blushed softly at Chan's admiring expression, feeling a little exposed. “Channie,” he whined softly.

Chan giggled softly. “Ready, pretty?”

Minho nodded, his breath coming in shallow gasps as Chan squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. He gently trailed his fingertips down Minho's thighs, causing him to shiver at the sensation. Chan's touch was gentle and deliberate, each movement aimed at building trust and pleasure.

"Let me know if anything feels uncomfortable," Chan murmured, his voice a soothing presence in the quiet room.

Minho nodded again, his eyes locked on Chan's as he slowly began to circle his fingers around Minho's entrance. He applied light pressure, testing Minho's response before gradually easing a finger inside. Minho gasped at the initial intrusion, but Chan didn't move further until he felt Minho relax around him.

"That's it," Chan encouraged softly, his other hand stroking Minho's thigh in a comforting gesture. He continued to move his finger in and out slowly, allowing Minho to adjust to the sensation.

As Minho relaxed further, Chan added a second finger, stretching him carefully and watching closely for any signs of discomfort. Minho's breath hitched, but he didn't flinch away. Instead, he arched his back slightly, silently asking for more.

Minho was a little overwhelmed by how good it felt, panting softly at the feeling. A shaky moan escaped him and he quickly bit his lip, not wanting to fall apart right there during the first time someone touched him.

"You're doing great, Min," Chan praised, his voice filled with admiration and desire. He curled his fingers inside, searching for that spot that would make Minho gasp and moan.

The pleasure began to build, Minho's body responding eagerly to Chan's touch. Chan moved his fingers in a rhythm that was both tender and insistent, coaxing soft sounds of pleasure from Minho's lips. Each movement sent waves of pleasure through Minho's body, heightening his arousal with every stroke.

"Chan..." Minho whispered, his voice strained with need. He reached for Chan's hand, urging him to go deeper, to give him more.

Chan complied, adding a third finger carefully and gauging Minho's reaction. Minho tensed briefly, but as Chan massaged that sensitive spot inside him, pleasure quickly replaced any discomfort. Chan's fingers moved with practiced skill, pushing Minho closer to the edge of ecstasy. Minho's head fell back, jaw growing slack as Chan lovingly worked his prostate. “Oh shit,” he whispered.

Feeling Minho's body respond eagerly, Chan leaned down to kiss him again, their mouths melding in a desperate, passionate kiss. Minho whimpered into Chan's mouth, his hips lifting off the bed to meet Chan's movements.

"Channie hyung," Minho gasped when they finally parted for air, his voice raw with desire.

“I'm here,” Chan whispered gently. “What do you need, baby?”

Minho moaned softly. “Need more, please. Can you - I'm…I never did that before,” he admitted, ears burning up fiercely.

Chan soothingly rubbed his thigh. “Are you sure you want it to be me?” he asked gently, searching his eyes observantly. 

“Please,” Minho nodded, vulnerability lacing his features. “I trust you.”

Chan nodded, his own arousal evident as he reached for a condom and quickly prepared himself. He positioned himself between Minho's legs, gazing down at him with a mix of tenderness and hunger.

"You're sure?" Chan asked softly, seeking Minho's consent.

Minho nodded eagerly, his eyes locked with Chan's as he guided himself into Minho's heat. Chan took his time, making sure to give Minho enough room to adjust to the feeling. They both groaned at the sensation of being joined so intimately, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that spoke of longing and mutual need.

With each careful thrust, Chan focused on Minho's reactions, ensuring he moved at a pace that allowed Minho to adjust and enjoy every moment. Minho's soft moans and gasps filled the room, driving Chan further into a state of controlled desire. He kept one hand firmly planted beside Minho's head for support while the other stroked gently at Minho's cheek.

Minho's body responded eagerly, meeting Chan's movements with an increasing urgency that mirrored Chan's own rising desire. Their eyes locked in a silent conversation of trust and need, each moment deepening their connection beyond physical intimacy.

As Chan moved inside him, Minho's fingers clawed at Chan's back, his breath hitching with each deep thrust. Pleasure coiled tightly within him, building to a crescendo that threatened to overwhelm his senses. Chan's movements grew more insistent, driven by the raw need to bring Minho to the peak of ecstasy.

"Chan," Minho gasped, his voice a desperate plea mingled with pleasure.

Chan's heart swelled with affection and desire as he pressed his forehead against Minho's, their breaths mingling in a heated exchange. "I'm here, Minho," he murmured, his voice husky with longing. "Let go. I've got you."

With a final, deep thrust, Chan sent Minho spiraling into euphoria. Minho's body trembled beneath him as waves of pleasure washed over him, his moans filling the room with unrestrained ecstasy. Chan held him close, his own release imminent as he buried his face in Minho's neck, his breath hot against Minho's skin.

Moments later, they lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat, hearts racing in the aftermath of their shared passion. Chan pressed gentle kisses against Minho's temple, his touch reverent and tender.

"You okay?" Chan asked softly, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along Minho's back.

Minho nodded, a blissful smile spreading across his face. "More than okay," he whispered, his voice filled with contentment.

Chan smiled back, his heart overflowing with love and tenderness for the man in his arms. He gently withdrew from Minho, disposing of the condom, cleaning Minho up and then pulling him close again, cradling him against his chest. They lay together in the quiet of Chan's room, their breathing slowly synchronizing as they savored the intimacy of their shared moment.

"Thank you, Channie," Minho murmured after a while, breaking the peaceful silence. “For being so gentle and always looking out for me.”

Chan kissed the top of Minho's head, his voice a soft murmur against Minho's hair. "Always, Min. I'm always here for you."

They drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, the soft lilac light still casting a gentle glow over their entwined bodies. For Minho and Chan, this night marked not only a physical union but also a deeper understanding of their feelings and a bond strengthened by trust and love.

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[chheolie]

ready get set go get it go ♪ (part 1) part 2 here

the members were scattered around the dance studio, lounging on the sofas, warming up with relaxed steps, or exchanging jokes. the rehearsal for lollapalooza berlin was about to begin, but the atmosphere was light, filled with the low sound of music playing in the background and the laughter that echoed as mingyu teased seungkwan about a move he kept messing up.

suddenly, the door burst open, and seokmin entered the studio with an explosive energy that made everyone look up at once. he had his phone in one hand, his breath quickened, and his eyes shining like never before. a huge smile dominated his face, and he could barely contain his excitement, practically bouncing with joy.

seungcheol furrowed his brow, both concerned and curious. "what's going on? did you win the lottery, seokmin?"

seokmin shook his head frantically, his breath still heavy, and clutched the phone to his chest as if it were the greatest treasure in the world. "you won't believe it... you... you know who just sent me a message?"

the other members exchanged confused looks, but curiosity was growing. "who, man?" vernon asked, watching closely as minghao approached, intrigued.

seokmin dropped to his knees on the floor, the sparkle in his eyes almost radiating. "y/n! y/n herself!" he repeated your name with a mix of disbelief and pure joy, as if he needed to confirm that it was really happening.

the members' eyes widened in visible surprise. jeonghan, who was closest, widened his eyes and let out a low whistle. "are you serious? y/n, the singer you talk about all day long? her?"

"yes!" seokmin nearly shouted, laughing in shock as he struggled to contain his excitement. "she reached out because she wants me to perform with her! at lollapalooza! she wants me to sing with her!" he threw himself back on the floor dramatically.

"this is amazing, seokmin!" wonwoo shouted, smiling genuinely. "man, you're going to sing with y/n! this is huge!"

seokmin nodded, still in disbelief, and sat down on the floor. "i can't believe she knows who i am! that she wants me to be there with her! she even mentioned she likes our songs!" he waved his phone as proof, and the smile on his face was the widest anyone had ever seen. "you have no idea how much this means to me... it's y/n, guys!"

the excitement was palpable, and the members didn't miss the chance to tease their friend. "i told you all that fanboying was going to pay off," seungkwan teased, pushing seokmin's shoulder with a broad grin. "it's going to be incredible, hyung! you're going to kill it, and she's going to love singing with you!"

seokmin laughed, his heart still racing, and took a deep breath, trying to process the surreal moment. "i still can't believe it..."

"and if you get nervous up there, just remember that you're dk, seventeen's vocalist, and now also y/n's partner," jeonghan said with an encouraging smile, patting his back. "she couldn't have picked a better person."

seungcheol, with a big smile on his face, asked, "so, what did you say to her? you accepted, right?"

seokmin hesitated, biting his lower lip. he looked around, taking in the friends who had always been with him during the most important moments of his career. "actually... i haven't replied yet." the studio fell momentarily silent, and seokmin laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "i wanted to check with you guys first. like... i don't know, if you think it's okay for me to accept, if it won't mess anything up. you guys always help me with the big decisions, so i didn't want to do this without hearing what you think."

the other members looked at him for a second, and then seungkwan shook his head with an amused smile. "are you serious, seokmin? we're talking about y/n asking you to perform at lollapalooza! of course, it's okay! go and show her why you're the best vocalist around."

minghao patted seokmin's back. "this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. we'll be here supporting you all the way, so don't even think twice. just say yes!"

jeonghan nodded with a gentle smile. "this is going to be amazing for you and for us too, seeing you accomplish something so big. don't worry, we're all proud of you."

seokmin's eyes filled with emotion, and he nodded, deeply grateful. "you guys are the best. really, thanks for this." with an excited sigh and his heart pounding, he unlocked his phone, opening y/n's message. he typed with slightly trembling fingers, trying to contain his excitement as each word was carefully chosen.

seokmin: hi, y/n! this is dokyeom. seokmin: i’m so happy about your invitation! seokmin: first, i need to say that i’m a huge fan of your work, and getting this message from you is surreal for me. seokmin: i’d love to be part of your performance at lollapalooza and share this special moment with you. count on me to make something amazing on stage!

he took a deep breath before hitting the send button, and the members gathered around, curious and excited. when he finally hit send, everyone jumped on him in celebration. laughter and cheers filled the room, everyone thrilled that seokmin was fulfilling a fan’s dream. it didn’t take long for the phone to vibrate, and seokmin’s eyes widened as he started shouting, "she replied, she replied!"

you: hi, seokmin! i’m so glad you agreed! you: i love your talent, and i’m sure that together we’ll create an unforgettable performance! you: let’s schedule our first rehearsal tomorrow afternoon at the studio, at 3 pm, if that works for you. you: i can’t wait to get started! see you then! 😊

seokmin read the message with a smile that seemed to light up the studio. "she scheduled the first rehearsal for tomorrow! at 3 pm! she said it’s going to be unforgettable!"

the members burst into more celebrations, showering seokmin with hugs and words of encouragement. the group’s rehearsal was important, but at that moment, everyone knew that seokmin’s next step would be something extraordinary. he was about to live one of the biggest dreams of his career, and the thought of sharing the stage with you made his heart race like never before.

the day of the first rehearsal arrived faster than seokmin had imagined. anxious and determined to make a good impression, he arrived at the studio early, well before the scheduled time. his hands were slightly sweaty, and his heart was racing, but he felt ready to face that surreal moment. he sat on one of the benches in the hallway outside the recording studio, trying to calm his nerves while repeatedly checking the clock.

the anticipation grew with each passing minute, and he could hardly believe he was there, about to rehearse with you, the artist he admired so much. he took a deep breath, listening to calm music through his headphones, trying to relax, but his thoughts were running wild, imagining how your first interaction would be. so he rehearsed mentally what to say and how to act.

a few minutes later, you appeared in the hallway, carrying two takeaway coffee cups and a warm smile that lit up the space. seokmin quickly stood up, almost tripping over his own feet but managing to compose himself just in time.

“hi, dokyeom!” you greeted him with a friendly smile, extending one of the cups toward him. “i hope you like coffee. i brought one for you.”

he blinked, surprised and touched by the simple but thoughtful gesture. “oh, yes, i love it! thank you!” he carefully took the cup as if it were a precious gift. he was truly moved that you had thought of him on your way. his heart raced even faster, but he managed to maintain his composure, internally grateful that he hadn’t let his emotions show too much.

as you walked together down the hallway toward the studio, you started chatting casually, lightening the mood. “you know, i love seventeen. the energy you all bring to the stage is incredible, and your voice always impresses me. it’s powerful and full of emotion at the same time.”

seokmin felt his face heat up, trying to hide the blush that was surely appearing. “really? thank you! that means a lot, coming from you. i... i’ve always admired your work. your songs have a unique sensitivity, and being able to sing with you is just amazing.”

you smiled, appreciating the sincere compliment. when you reached the studio door, you paused before opening it, turning to him with a gentle look. “this studio is one of my favorite places to rehearse. i like to keep it quiet; i know you’re used to having a lot of people at rehearsals, but i hope you don’t mind it being just the two of us today.”

seokmin almost laughed in relief and surprise. “mind? not at all! actually, this is perfect. i was a bit nervous, but now... it feels like i’m exactly where i’m supposed to be.”

you opened the studio door, revealing a cozy space with soft lighting and a decor that exuded creativity and comfort. the environment was comforting, with instruments neatly arranged and some personal touches that showed how much that place meant to you. and he walked in, observing everything with great care.

“i’m glad you feel that way,” you said as you both entered the studio. “i’m really excited to create something with you."

seokmin smiled, finally allowing himself to relax. the warm atmosphere and your calm presence made him feel that he was about to experience something truly special. and he was ready to give his best, for you, for himself, and for the fans who were about to witness something unforgettable.

after you entered the studio, the first thing you did was take off your jacket, revealing a comfortable t-shirt that perfectly matched the relaxed vibe of the studio. you casually hung it on the chair next to you, showing a familiarity and ease that left seokmin impressed. there was something about the way you moved, confident and natural, that made him feel more at ease too.

you turned to him with a warm smile, crossing your arms in a relaxed manner. "there’s a specific song i’d really love to sing with you at the festival," you began, and seokmin felt his heart leap. "ever since i first heard it, i’ve been completely hooked on it. it’s from the soundtrack of twenty-five, twenty-one..." you laughed shyly as you revealed your current favorite song.

seokmin stood still for a moment, his eyes wide with surprise. he couldn’t believe what he had just heard. "you... you know i’m the one who sings 'go!'?" he asked, still a bit stunned.

you giggled, nodding affirmatively. "of course i know! your voice is unmistakable. from the first time i heard it, i couldn’t stop listening. the energy, the emotion... it’s incredible. and i think it would be perfect for us to sing together."

seokmin felt a wave of pride and happiness wash over him. not only did you, the artist he admired so much, know the song, but you wanted to sing it with him. he could barely contain the smile spreading across his face. "i... of course, i’m in! it would be an honor to sing 'go!' with you. actually, it’s one of my favorite songs to sing."

your eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "great! it’s going to be amazing. i was hoping you’d say that." you approached the soundboard and began preparing the space for rehearsal. "shall we start then? i want to see how our voices blend in this song."

seokmin felt his heart race even faster with your excitement. he had been nervous before, but now it was a different kind of nervousness—one that came from anticipation and the joy of being about to create something really special. he knew this rehearsal would be unforgettable, not just for what it meant to him, but for the connection he already felt beginning to form between you through the music.

as you prepared everything, seokmin approached the microphone, adjusting it to his height. he still couldn’t believe his luck at being there, sharing the studio with you. when you finally positioned yourself next to him, ready to start, he took a deep breath, feeling the energy in the air. he took a deep breath. "let’s do this," he said, with a smile that mixed emotion and determination.

and when the first notes of 'go!' began to play, seokmin knew that this would be one of the most memorable moments of his career.

during the rehearsal, without realizing it, seokmin had a natural talent for making you laugh. every time he spoke, he made you smile in a genuine and carefree way. whether it was a spontaneous joke or a funny gesture, he was always creating a light and fun atmosphere, unaware of the impact he had.

you were enchanted. the connection you felt with seokmin during the rehearsal was something that transcended the music. you were so involved that laughter came easily, and the small interactions between you were creating a natural harmony. seokmin, in turn, was amazed that he was actually making someone as talented and admired as you laugh that way.

when the rehearsal finally ended, you looked at seokmin with a sincere smile, satisfaction written all over your face. “i want you to know that it was a huge pleasure meeting you in person. you have such a light and happy energy; it’s contagious. i really hope our contact doesn’t end after the festival performance. i’d love to build a friendship with you.”

seokmin was visibly moved, his eyes shining with gratitude. “i also really enjoyed meeting you, y/n. it was an amazing experience, and i really hope we can keep in touch. this rehearsal was one of the best experiences of my career.”

you said goodbye with a shy hug, laughing just as shyly, and seokmin left the studio with a sense of fulfillment and joy. the way home felt lighter and brighter, and he couldn’t wait to share what happened with the members.

when he got home, seokmin immediately grabbed his phone and sent a message to the members.

with a smile on his face and his heart still racing from the wonderful day, he typed:

seokmin: guys, you won’t believe how amazing today’s rehearsal was! seokmin: i met y/n, and she’s even more wonderful than i imagined. and even more beautiful!!!! seokmin: we rehearsed "go!" together, and it was an experience i’ll never forget. CAN YOU BELIEVE SHE LOVES THIS SONG? seokmin: she’s super fun, and her energy is simply contagious. we got along so well, and she even said she hopes we keep in touch after the festival. seokmin: i don’t think i’ll be able to sleep tonight.

[h4nj1sunggg]

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 ( l. minho x h. jisung ) - 10 !.

ᯓᡣ𐭩　  ( masterlist )  . ᯓᡣ𐭩　  ( masterlist roommates )  . words: 3.2k

just a bunch of domestic moments with miso ^_^ taglist ! @estella-novella @fackeraccount @ihrtlix @hanji-coffee

The living room was filled with soft laughter and the gentle hum of a playlist playing in the background. Jisung was sprawled out on the couch, one arm draped lazily over your lap while Minho sat in the armchair nearby, a book resting in his hands but his attention occasionally shifting to the warmth of the moment.

“Okay, love, what’s the best part of your day?” Jisung asked with a playful grin, his voice light and teasing.

You laughed softly, running a hand through Jisung’s hair. “Mmm… probably the fact that you two were waiting for me at home. You’ve got no idea how much that means.”

Minho looked up from his book with a soft smile, setting it down on the side table. “That’s sweet. But I know exactly how much it means. You’re stuck with us.”

“Stuck?” Jisung pouted, shifting so he could prop himself up on his elbows. “I like being stuck with you.”

You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Jisung’s temple before turning to Minho. “You both are the best parts of my life.”

Sunlight poured into the bedroom, filtered through the sheer curtains. You stirred awake, feeling the familiar weight of Jisung’s arm slung over your waist, his face buried against your shoulder. Minho was already awake, his presence comforting as he sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, scrolling on his phone with one hand and sipping coffee with the other.

“Good morning, sleepyheads,” Minho said, his voice soft but teasing.

Jisung groaned dramatically, tightening his hold on you. “Don’t talk so loud, hyung. We’re trying to have a cozy morning here.”

You giggled, turning your head to look at him. “You’re just using me as a pillow.”

“And you’re the best pillow,” he mumbled, nuzzling closer.

Minho rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his smile. He reached over to place his mug on the nightstand before leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head and then Jisung’s. “Fine, but breakfast isn’t going to make itself.”

“Pancakes?” you asked, your voice still groggy.

“Pancakes,” Minho confirmed, already heading for the kitchen.

The kitchen quickly turned into a battlefield of flour, batter, and laughter. Minho took his role as the “official pancake flipper” very seriously, while you and Jisung focused on wreaking havoc.

“Stop eating the chocolate chips!” Minho scolded, swatting at Jisung with the spatula.

“Y/N started it!” Jisung defended, pointing at you, his cheeks full of stolen chocolate chips.

You gasped, feigning offense. “I would never.”

Minho shook his head but couldn’t help the fond smile that crept onto his face. “You’re both menaces. At this rate, I’m the only one eating pancakes.”

“Not if we tackle you first!” Jisung declared, wrapping his arms around Minho’s waist in a surprise hug. You joined in, laughing as the three of you toppled into a giggling heap on the floor.

By the time the sun started to set, the three of you were curled up on the couch, the remnants of your chaotic breakfast long forgotten. Jisung was lying with his head in your lap, his hands wrapped around yours as he absentmindedly played with your fingers. Minho sat beside you, his arm draped over your shoulders, the weight of it grounding and comforting.

“Can we just stay like this forever?” Jisung asked softly, his voice full of contentment.

Minho chuckled, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “Forever’s a long time, but I think we can manage it for a while.”

You smiled, leaning into Minho’s warmth while looking down at Jisung’s peaceful face. “Forever sounds perfect.”

And in that quiet moment, surrounded by love and the people who made your world whole, you knew there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

The sunlight streamed softly through the curtains, filling the cozy apartment with a warm glow. It was a Saturday, which meant no alarms, no schedules, and no hurry to leave the bed.

You stirred awake, feeling the soft weight of one of Minho’s cats curled against your leg. Dori, judging by the warmth and slight purring. A contented sigh escaped your lips as you stretched, only to realize you were sandwiched between two sleeping boys.

Jisung was sprawled on his stomach, his face buried in your shoulder, his soft brown hair tickling your neck. His arm was lazily draped across your waist, holding you close like a human pillow. On the other side, Minho was curled up with one hand under his head, the other holding your hand loosely between you.

“Mmm, good morning,” Jisung murmured sleepily, his voice muffled and groggy. He shifted, pulling you even closer, his warm breath tickling your skin.

“Not yet,” Minho muttered, his voice deeper and rougher from sleep. His eyes were still closed as he pulled the blanket higher over the three of you. “Let me have five more minutes of peace before you two start causing chaos.”

Jisung let out a small, offended gasp. “Me? Chaos? That’s Y/N’s job.”

You laughed softly, careful not to disturb the still-purring Dori. “Excuse me? You’re the one who knocked over Minho’s coffee yesterday because you were trying to teach Bbama to high-five.”

“That was a noble cause!” Jisung defended, finally sitting up. His hair stuck out in every direction, making him look like an adorable squirrel who had just rolled out of a nest. “Besides, it worked. Bbama did high-five me… kind of.”

Minho cracked one eye open, giving Jisung a deadpan look. “He was swatting you away because you were annoying him.”

Jisung pouted, crossing his arms. “Details, details.”

You couldn’t help but grin at the exchange, your heart full from the comfort of being with the two people you loved most. “Alright, chaos squad,” you teased, sitting up and patting the bed. “Who’s making breakfast? I vote for Minho. He’s the best cook.”

Minho groaned dramatically, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Fine. But only because I don’t trust either of you in the kitchen.”

“Hey!” Jisung whined, pretending to be offended.

“You literally burned instant ramen last week,” Minho shot back as he swung his legs out of bed.

“Okay, first of all, the stove was too hot,” Jisung argued, trailing after Minho toward the kitchen.

You followed them, laughing at their bickering as you scooped up Dori, who had finally decided to move. Watching them tease each other was your favorite thing—proof that this little family of yours was perfectly imperfect.

Minho was soon at the stove, expertly flipping pancakes while Jisung leaned against the counter, stealing chocolate chips and making faces at the cats. You set the table, sneaking a kiss on Jisung’s cheek as you passed him, earning a giggle and a cheesy grin.

It was supposed to be a peaceful movie night. The couch was piled with pillows and fluffy blankets, a big bowl of popcorn sat on the coffee table, and the lights were dimmed just enough to make the room feel cozy.

You had been looking forward to this all week—just you, Minho, Jisung, and an endless supply of snacks. Except, as usual, peace wasn’t in the cards when it came to these two.

“Rock, paper, scissors!” Jisung shouted, his hands already moving in anticipation.

Minho narrowed his eyes, watching Jisung closely. “You always go with scissors first,” he said smugly.

“What?! No, I don’t!” Jisung protested, clearly lying.

You sighed from your spot on the couch, pulling a blanket over your lap. “Guys, it’s not that serious. Just sit wherever you want.”

“It is serious,” Jisung said dramatically, turning to you. “This is about the sacred middle spot on the couch. The best spot for cuddles. The warmest, comfiest spot!”

Minho smirked, rolling his eyes. “You just want to hog Y/N.”

“And you don’t?” Jisung shot back.

“Boys,” you said, trying to sound stern but unable to hide your amusement. “If you can’t decide, I’m sitting in the middle, and neither of you gets it.”

That shut them up quickly.

“Fine,” Minho relented, flopping down on one side of the couch. “But I get to hold the popcorn.”

“And I get the blanket!” Jisung declared, quickly snatching it from your lap and wrapping it around himself dramatically.

“Jisung,” you said, narrowing your eyes.

“Fine, fine!” he said with a sheepish laugh, unrolling the blanket and tossing one end your way.

With everyone finally settled—Minho holding the popcorn like it was a national treasure, Jisung tangled in the blanket with you, and one of the cats perched on the armrest—you hit play on the movie.

It didn’t even take ten minutes for Jisung to start whispering his commentary.

“Why is she going in there alone? Bad idea. She’s totally gonna—yep, there it is. She’s dead,” he said, munching loudly on a handful of popcorn he’d stolen from Minho.

“Do you ever stop talking?” Minho muttered, glaring at him.

“Do you ever stop glaring?” Jisung shot back, sticking his tongue out.

You laughed, grabbing the popcorn bowl and holding it out of Minho’s reach. “Be nice, or no more snacks for either of you.”

Minho sighed dramatically but leaned back, letting his head rest against your shoulder. Jisung, on the other hand, took full advantage of the distraction to sneak another handful of popcorn, giving you a cheeky grin when you caught him.

As the movie went on, the bickering gave way to comfortable silence. Minho’s head stayed on your shoulder, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the edge of the blanket. Jisung eventually leaned into your other side, his hand resting on your knee.

By the time the credits rolled, both boys were half-asleep, their soft breathing filling the room. You smiled, carefully shifting to kiss each of their foreheads.

“Goodnight, babies,” you whispered, wrapping the blanket tighter around the three of you. It wasn’t perfect, but it was yours—and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

The soft patter of rain against the window filled the small apartment with a calming rhythm. It was the kind of day that begged for staying in, wrapped up in blankets and each other. The three of you had taken full advantage, turning the living room into a nest of pillows and throws.

Minho was leaning against the arm of the couch, one hand lazily stroking Dori, who was nestled on his chest. You were tucked under his other arm, your legs stretched across Jisung’s lap. Jisung, as usual, was fidgeting—his fingers absentmindedly drumming on your knee as he scrolled through his phone with his free hand.

“Why do rain days make me so sleepy?” Jisung asked, his voice soft and laced with contentment.

“Because you’re like a cat,” Minho teased, smirking down at him. “Lazy and always in need of attention.”

Jisung gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. “Excuse me, I am a hard-working man!”

You burst out laughing, earning a playful glare from Jisung. “oh really, and maybe a squirrel too?"

"Where did that come from?”

Minho snickered, tilting his head. “She’s not wrong. You’re scatterbrained, always eating snacks, and you hoard your hoodies like they’re acorns.”

“That’s it!” Jisung exclaimed, putting his phone down and grabbing a pillow. “You’re dead, Lee Minho!”

Before you could stop him, Jisung launched the pillow directly at Minho’s face. It hit him squarely, sending Dori scrambling off his chest with an indignant meow.

“Yah, Han Jisung!” Minho growled, sitting up and grabbing the closest pillow.

“Guys, don’t—” You didn’t even finish the sentence before Jisung ducked behind you for cover, effectively pulling you into the chaos.

Minho hesitated, his pillow poised in mid-air. “Move, Y/N. I have to teach this squirrel a lesson.”

“Don’t you dare!” Jisung squeaked, clinging to your arm.

You sighed, trying to stifle a smile. “Can’t we just have one peaceful—”

Before you could finish, Minho’s pillow collided with your side, making you gasp in mock betrayal.

“Minho!” you cried, reaching for a pillow of your own.

That was the official start of the Great Rainy Day Pillow War. Feathers (from one very unfortunate throw pillow) and laughter filled the room as the three of you chased each other around the couch, dodging and striking with increasingly creative moves.

By the time the battle ended, you were all breathless and sprawled out on the carpet. Jisung lay on his back, grinning at the ceiling, while you rested your head on his stomach. Minho sat cross-legged beside you, his hair sticking out in all directions from the chaos.

“That was the most exercise I’ve had all week,” Jisung groaned, but his smile never faltered.

“Maybe you should thank me for helping you stay fit,” Minho quipped, leaning back on his hands.

You rolled your eyes and reached up to flick Jisung’s forehead. “You’re both ridiculous.”

Jisung pouted, grabbing your hand before you could pull it away. “Rude. I demand an apology.”

Minho smirked, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “I’ll apologize to Y/N for dragging them into our mess.”

“Hey!” Jisung protested, but his voice softened when Minho leaned over you and kissed him too—a slow, sweet press of lips that made Jisung’s cheeks turn pink.

Your heart swelled at the sight, and before you could stop yourself, you reached up to pull them both closer. Minho chuckled softly as he kissed you, his lips warm and gentle against yours. When you pulled away, Jisung immediately leaned down, brushing his lips against yours with a giddy smile.

���This is way better than pillow fights,” Jisung murmured, his hand tracing small circles on your arm.

Minho hummed in agreement, settling beside you and pulling you both into his arms. “I guess rainy days aren’t so bad after all.”

The three of you stayed there, tangled together, as the rain continued its gentle melody outside. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the warmth of their love surrounding you.

The day had been long, and all you wanted was a quiet evening to yourself. But as soon as you stepped through the front door, that plan flew out the window.

“Y/N!” Jisung’s voice rang out, followed quickly by the sound of his sock-clad feet padding across the floor.

You barely had time to set your bag down before he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck. “You’re home! I missed you!”

You chuckled, patting his head. “I was gone for eight hours, Ji. That’s a regular workday.”

“Too long,” he mumbled, holding you tighter.

Before you could respond, Minho appeared from the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe with an unimpressed look. “Don’t smother her, Jisung. She just walked in.”

But instead of rescuing you, Minho walked over and slid an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. “Although, he’s not wrong. You were gone for too long.”

You raised an eyebrow, trapped between your two very clingy boyfriends. “Did you both forget how to function without me or something?”

“Absolutely,” Jisung said without hesitation. “I was bored, and Minho wouldn’t let me annoy him.”

Minho rolled his eyes but didn’t let go of you. “You’re lucky I didn’t lock you out on the balcony.”

You laughed, gently prying Jisung’s arms from your waist. “Alright, let me breathe. I still have my shoes on.”

“Leave them. Stay with us,” Minho said, pulling you toward the couch.

“Yeah, no escaping now,” Jisung added, flopping down onto the couch and grabbing your hand to pull you down with him.

You sighed but couldn’t help smiling as you let them cocoon you between them. Jisung curled up on your left, resting his head on your shoulder, while Minho claimed your right side, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“So, what’s the plan?” you asked, looking between them.

“No plan. Just this,” Jisung said, his voice muffled against your hoodie. “I just wanna cuddle.”

Minho hummed in agreement, resting his chin on your shoulder. “You’re not allowed to move for at least an hour.”

“At least?” you teased.

“Minimum,” Minho said with a smirk, pressing a kiss to your temple.

The suitcase sat by the door, a quiet reminder that the inevitable was here. The apartment felt heavier than usual, filled with the bittersweet mix of excitement and sadness that always came before a tour.

Jisung was pacing the living room, his phone in hand as he double-checked his list for the hundredth time. Minho, ever calm, was sitting on the couch, one of his cats curled in his lap as he adjusted the strap on his carry-on bag.

You leaned against the kitchen counter, watching them with a soft smile. It was always like this—Jisung bouncing with nervous energy and Minho grounded in quiet efficiency. And yet, the closer it got to their departure, the more their moods aligned.

Jisung looked up, catching your gaze, and immediately abandoned his list. “Come here,” he said, opening his arms.

You walked over without hesitation, letting him wrap you up in a tight hug. His chin rested on your shoulder, and you felt him exhale deeply, like he was trying to commit the feeling of you to memory.

“I hate this part,” he mumbled, his voice soft.

“I know,” you whispered back, running your fingers through his hair. “But you’ll have fun. You always do.”

“It’s not the same without you,” he said, pulling back just enough to look at you. His lips quirked into a small smile, though his eyes were glassy. “Promise you’ll miss me?”

You laughed, wiping a tear from his cheek with your thumb. “Of course I will, Ji. Who else is going to steal my snacks and sing too loud in the shower?”

He pouted playfully. “That’s called ‘making the house lively,’ thank you very much.”

Before he could drag you into another teasing argument, Minho stood, his calm presence grounding the room. He walked over, slipping his arms around both of you, pulling you into a three-way hug.

“I’ll keep him in line,” Minho said, his tone light but his eyes soft as they met yours.

“You better,” you teased, leaning into his warmth. “Don’t let him eat only snacks on tour.”

“Hey!” Jisung protested.

Minho smirked, kissing the top of your head. “I’ll make sure he gets actual food, don’t worry.”

The three of you stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other’s embrace, the weight of goodbye pressing down.

Finally, Minho pulled back just enough to tilt your chin up and kiss you. It was slow and lingering, filled with all the words he didn’t know how to say. When he pulled away, Jisung immediately leaned in, cupping your face as he kissed you with his usual warmth and enthusiasm.

“I love you,” Jisung whispered against your lips, his voice trembling just a little.

“I love you, too,” you said, looking between them. “Both of you.”

Minho smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “We’ll call you as soon as we land.”

“And every day after that,” Jisung added quickly.

You nodded, your heart aching but full at the same time. “I’ll be here. Waiting for you.”

As the time to leave drew closer, you helped them with their bags, lingering at the door for as long as possible. Jisung hugged you one more time, whispering promises to text you constantly, while Minho gave you a look that spoke volumes without needing words.

And then they were gone, the door clicking shut behind them.

You stood there for a moment, the silence feeling too loud, before a notification pinged on your phone.

[neomujinjja]

Surprise!

Pairing: S.Coups x reader

Length: 633 words Genre: Fluff

Warning: Not edited, bonus scene

Synopsis: Your boyfriend lies to you, saying that he can't make it to your showcase. Little do you know, he plans to surprise you

Note: y'all do not want to know how long i was sitting on this one 😬

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"Are you sure you won't be able to make it?" you ask with a pout to your boyfriend on the other end.

"Yeah. I'm sorry, baby. I'll make it up to you" he says causing your pout to deepen further. You were looking forward to this event and it would be even better if Seungcheol could attend.

"Okay..don't work too hard" you tell him, trying to hide any sadness in your tone. You understood that he couldn't exactly peel away from work like others, but that didn't mean you weren't somewhat disappointed. "Can you stay on the phone with me a little more?" you asked Seungcheol, your finger absentmindedly drawing patterns onto the bench.

"O-"

Before he could start responding, a voice interrupted him in the background. "Hyung! We got to get back!" one of the boys shouted. Your boyfriend apologized as he informed you that he had to go, and you barely had time for Love you's and goodbye as he hung up. You sighed as you set your phone down to your lap.

"What's wrong?" Prang, a fellow artist, asked as they looked over at you.

"Nothing."

"Doesn't seem like nothing. Just spill, it might help you feel better."

"It's not that bad. It's just that my boyfriend won't be able to show up and I barely got to talk with him just now."

"That's tough.." Prang trailed off and you could see that they were trying to think of something to say.

"It's alright. I know he'd show up if he could, it's just work is keeping him. You don't need to try and comfort me" you told the clay artist as you patted their arm. Prang jokingly let out a sigh, wiping their forehead and putting their hand to their chest in a dramatic manner. The two of you laughed, Seungcheol not coming temporarily leaving your mind.

"Ready to do this you guys?" Cara asked as she came from the corner; she was the other artist on display for this event. You and Prang nodded simultaneously, still a little out of breath from the laughter. "Good cause Cubi is asking we head over to get started" Cara said as she clapped her hands together and pointed back in the direction she came.

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"Excuse me, how much are you selling this painting for?" You turned at the familiar voice, your jaw dropping as you saw Seungcheol's smiling face.

"What are you doing here? You said you wouldn't make it!" you exclaimed to the male as you hit him on the bicep. Seungcheol laughed, feigning pain as he did. Your boyfriend grab your hand, lacing his fingers in with yours.

"I lied. Wanted to surprise you" he said as he handed you the flowers that he brought. You jokingly glared at him, to which your boyfriend only laughed some more.

"That's not funny" you said as you pulled your hand away to playfully pinch at the male's sides.

"Aww, I'm sorry baby" Seungcheol teased you despite the pout on his lips. He wrapped you up in his arms, giving your cheek a kiss and swaying the two of you lightly.

"You have to make it up. I want a hundred kisses in compensation" you tell your boyfriend, staring up at him with your own pout. Seungcheol nodded, giving you a kiss on your other cheek before pulling away from you.

Bonus

"Go, look at my other works or check out Prang's and Cara's stuff" you urged your boyfriend. He had been following after you as if he was a puppy dog. "I'll find you at the end, okay baby". You gave Seungcheol a kiss before moving to greet someone. And if the both of you had to give the other 100 kisses in compensation later that night, neither of you complained.

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Chapter 03

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: none for this chapter

Words: 3307

Taglist: @thelilbutifulthings @ilovemoneymorethenmen @singukieee @cherrysainttt @felicityroth

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„I want to come too!” Whipping his head around, Jimin was suddenly wide awake. The chance of seeing the sleepy state the girl was most likely in sounded just too good to pass up.

Shooting up from his seat, he rushed after his eldest hyung, taking the stairs two at a time. Hearing light snickers in the background. Meanwhile, Yoongi went back to the kitchen.

While waking up the omega did sound pleasing to his ears just as much as anyone else's, he knew that the girl could potentially be very grumpy and just want to go back to bed right away. A sure way to keep her up was a nice, filling meal that would warm her right back up.

He knew how annoying it was to leave the warm sheets on in the cold winter mornings. So he turned on the stove and started heating up the vegetable broth, stirring it occasionally while he prepared her a bit of kimchi fried rice.

He wasn't sure just how sensitive her belly was, and he hoped that the spice wouldn't be too much and wouldn't upset it. Listening to the TV play a documentary about the history of Egypt, he hummed softly to himself.

„I didn't know anyone sleeping for longer than hyung existed.” Teased the youngest, making Hobi burst out in loud laughter. The others chuckled too, agreeing.

„It's normal for omegas to sleep in if they feel safe. It's like a compliment; she feels settled here. That's a really good thing.” answered Namjoon, still typing on his MacBook, smiling at the thought, happy that they finally managed to calm you down a bit.

Standing near the guest room door, the two alphas quieted down. Slowly opening it, they calmly stepped into the dark room. The heater was on, so it felt cosy and warm inside. The guest room was pretty plain but still nicely put together.

The big window has rectangular glass panes with a black metal grid in between with long, heavy fabric curtains that stopped just about five centimetres above the parquet floors. There was a wooden dresser with dark knobs in the left corner of the room, and a big, spacy bed pushed up against the wall with the window. A bedside table had a cream-coloured lamp on it and a glass of water Hobi carried there yesterday evening.

A few plants were littered across the room too, some placed on the ground and others hung up above the window. The pack alpha loved gardening, even if he didn't get around to it too much with how hectic their idol's life often got.

They had a large garden behind the house with a terrace facing it, so they sometimes had a barbecue there too, when the weather allowed it. Namjoon took good care of all the plants there. During the spring to early autumn, he made sure to water them all, and once it got colder, he covered all the plants that were too fragile for the first frost bite.

A short flower placed next to the lamp that grew only to about 11 cm tall, with solid azure petals decorated with azure dots and a light grey central disc. Five small flower blooms grew on alternate sides along the length of the stem. It carried a faint scent that smells like rainy days, cleverly placed to bring peaceful sleep.

It must have worked at least slightly, given that the girl was still long asleep and breathing calmly and slowly. Cuddled up in the heavy duvet,covered with dark grey sheets that Jungkook recently bought, Your face was facing their way, your cheeks rosy with sleep, and your long lashes casting shadows.

Cooing softly, Jin stepped closer to your curled-up body. Just next to your face was the soft, brown hoodie, held close by you. Lightly shaking your shoulder, the older alpha started waking you up, not wanting to startle you.

„Cub.., baby, wake up, come on..” mumbling the words softly, he squatted down so he didn't have to bend so much anymore. Pretty much face-to-face with you, he watched carefully how your eyes fluttered open before closing back up again. Light shone in the room suddenly, the curtains pulled wide apart by Jimin, who stood looking outside for a minute. It was still snowing heavily, and the garden in view was completely covered in the soft, pattering snowflakes that had fallen long before.

Turning to also gaze at the small omega, he smiled, his eyes almost closing up. Giggling softly at how you whined at the sunlight, you curled up into yourself more. Walking back around the bed, he took a seat at the bottom of the mattress, caressing your legs.

When you made no move to wake up fully, the eldest once again softly rubbed your shoulder, cooing at how you hid your face in the jumper instead, softly protesting. You weren't ready to get up yet; why did they keep on bothering you? After so many years of not resting properly, you decided to take back all the time you could have rested but lost due to insomnia.

Pulling the sheets off of your shoulders, you weren't quick enough to roll out of the way before strong hands took a hold of your underarms, pulling you up against wide shoulders. Whining about the lost comfort, your fingers hung up on the shirt the alpha was wearing, your bleary eyes hardly even open. Too tired to kick up a bigger fuss, you just lightly kicked at your legs, earning a soft chuckle in return.

Brushing your fluffy bed hair, the younger alpha sighed out in relief. They were slightly worried that you would start to cry at the loss of the warmth, but you seemed to be just mildly annoyed. Your chin rested up against Jin's collarbone, and you gazed at Jimin while the eldest stood back up with you in his arms. Softly holding your tired body up, he walked with you out of the room, the other alpha following closely, keeping his eyes set on you. He knew the man holding you up would never allow you to drop, so he wasn't too worried, but with how cute and sleepy you looked, he couldn't help but stare.

The calm morning carried on after you were placed on the chair at the kitchen table. Rubbing your eyes with a fist, only to have it pulled away suddenly, you looked up just to meet Yoongi's cat-like eyes.

„Don't do that, kitty; it's not good for you. Here, I've warmed up some soup for you; come on, have some. It's hot still; you need to blow lots and lots, okay? Don't burn yourself, kitten.” handing you a large wooden spoon and a steaming bowl, you nodded slightly before slurping up a bit. Being careful with the heat, you made sure to blow before taking another spoonful.

With the warm broth in your belly and Yoongi watching closely over you, you were soon handed another glass of juice, this time made with oranges. Taking your bowl away for you, your feet brushed up against the floors, only now realising you didn't have any socks on. The rest of your clothes were the same as yesterday; you were glad they didn't change you, letting you be. It would definitely be more uncomfortable.

While you felt a bit awkward, suddenly realising your situation, it felt easy to let up and go with how the pack reacted to you, fully slipping into the dominant second gender they were assigned. Your soft nature just easily fitted right in.

Even though the pack was formed a few years ago and the boys did have a strong bond, that didn't mean they didn't sometimes argue here and there. It was mostly small stuff that resulted in them making up quickly. Still, with how touch starved they were and with how few occasions they actually had to talk with lower-ranking second genders, it was a relief to finally have someone to take care of and be responsible for.

Namjoon was used to taking on all their worries and troubles, but this still felt a lot different, like filling up a hole in their body they didn't know really existed until it was gone.

Omegas were highly appreciated and precious in most packs, with the rarity they brought making them considered even more special. Not all packs could have an omega, and it was common that even when a possible one was found, they just didn't settle in well with the packmates and had to leave.

Placing a small plate before you, the kimchi fried rice smelled delicious. A fried egg placed on top that was already cut up in bite-sized pieces for you, you dug right in. You weren't too hungry anymore, but you still wanted to eat it because of how delicious it seemed.

„Be careful, pup, it could be a bit too spicy for you. Slow down, don't choke." Said Taehyung, who just passed by to fill himself a cup of water. Your eyes didn't stay on him for too long. You were occupied with the food before you, and you intended to keep your focus fully.

The enoki mushrooms made a soft, crunchy sound, and while the food was made with only a small amount of spices, it really did feel just a little too hot for you. Biting into the egg that was salted just enough, you nodded with satisfaction. You only had a few bites before you pushed the plate away from yourself; not only were you full, but it really did burn your tongue quite a bit.

„Are you full already?” Looking at the alpha's face while he crouched down next to you, rubbing your knee in light circles. Meekly nodding, you felt a bit bad leaving so much of leftovers.

„That's okay. You can say anything anytime if anything isn't okay, yea? Do you understand my kitty?" Softly voicing his concerns, you looked into his eyes shortly before you mumbled a yes.

Being met with a gummy smile wasn't really what you were expecting for not finishing a meal, but it felt nice. You never met a pack that was so compliant with your needs and wants and patient like they were.

Pulling the chair out next to you, he slid the plate to himself, starting to eat your leftovers. He didn't bother to change the cutlery either; already used to sharing pretty much everything with his packmates.

You sat next to him still, your eyes occasionally closing in tiredness. The kitchen was to your left; your back turned to the living room, where some of the alphas were. Sometimes when they walked by, they left an occasional rub and pat on your head, greeting you sweetly and asking about your sleep.

Yoongi picked up a piece of egg, the part he considered the tastiest—the fried-up corners dipped in the still runny egg yolk—and with a hand underneath, careful not to burn you, he blew on it softly before encouraging you to eat it yourself. Quickly convinced, you chewed calmly.

„There you go, baby, it's tasty right? You want some more?” Cooing at how your eyes watched him closely, he took another bite-sized piece and held it up for you. „Of course you can, here kitty, slowly."

Watching your reaction, the alpha in him felt good about providing for you. It was something greatly satisfying for him—for all of them, to see you trust them enough to let them feed you, hold you, and keep you around. They valued the trust you allowed them greatly, keeping you close and safe at all times.

Once he finished your leftovers and fed you the last bite, he stood up to clean up, taking your now empty juice glass to put in the dishwasher for you. Getting up, you pattered towards the others, hesitating a little, not sure where to sit or even if you should sit with them. You had no idea what was going to happen in the future.

It was the pack alpha who noticed you the earliest, turning in his seat and smiling widely with his dimples showing. He had a pair of glasses on that were yellow-tinted with black top framing and bare wires at the bottom. His longer black hair styled into a shorter mullet-like hairstyle, with a few hair strands touching his forehead, made him look put together. The pyjamas he kept on earlier in the day were also exchanged for an earth-green crew neck and baggy jeans.

„Come here, pup, sit here. Come on, the movie is starting soon; hurry!” lightly ushering you along, your feet moved before you knew it, and soon you were resting on the couch between him and Jin.

The eldest ran his fingers through your hair, taming it down further. Sitting with your knees pulled up to your chest, you watched the screen before you. Some of the alphas weren't there at the moment, but they did walk by from time to time. When Jimin took a seat next to the eldest man, he gave you the brown jumper again; you must have left it back upstairs in your room, and he came to carry it downstairs for you.

Understanding that you still weren't truly out of your anxious and worried headspace, they were still trying to keep you as calm as possible. Having you cry like you did yesterday felt like torture to them, making them want to prevent it from ever happening again.

„Here sweetheart. Keep it close now.” He muttered while you held it to your nose, breathing in. It still smelled really clean, with only the slightest hint of vanilla and citrus. It felt calming.

The movie captivated your attention eventually, only slightly boring in the beginning. Whenever you started to fidget and move around more, they were quick to soothe you. Joon always easily pointed out something interesting in the movie, like the cleverly done product placement, a book he knew the author of, or the paintings hung up in the background of the shot.

„It's Cézanne; he painted that one.” You pointed your finger at the screen where a main character was currently talking about the prodigy he held. There, behind him in a simple brown frame, was a painting of tulips on a vase, their bright red blossoms contrasting with the forest green of the glass jar. While the movie had an interesting story, you were more focused on the small details regarding his so-called prodigy.

„Really? Wah,” said Jin from next to you. The four alphas sitting with you focused on the screen just until the painting was cut off from the screen.

 „What a smart cub you are, baby. It is his; you are right.” I approved the pack alpha, smiling proudly at you. You felt your cheeks heating up slightly, so you were quick to look away. Mumbling about how it's not that big of a deal, you squeezed your palms around the fabric you held.

In the corner of your eye, Taehyung typed the artist's name into Google, quickly finding the tulip painting he made.

„Oh, he was good; look, Hyung." Showing the screen to the alpha next to him, Jimin leaned in as the other man scrolled through the photos of his other art.

„He was a French, a postimpressionist artist, so the photos don't really show what he made well. The brush strokes are what you are meant to focus on, and with how flat it looks on the screen, it doesn't really work. He was a big inspiration for the cubism movement later on too,” you said, while looking over Jin at Tae's phone.

„You know a lot; do you like art?” asks Jin while softly petting your hair. You smiled, almost laughing at the question; it felt a bit silly to you.

„Yea, I study at an art school. I've been making art since I was really young.”

That caught their attention for sure, with how quickly their eyes turned to your face. In the morning, they collectively decided that it would be best for them not to ask why there was no pack alpha huffing at their entrance doors yet; after all, if you had a pack and didn't spend the night there, especially without discussing it before hand, it was going to make them worry for sure.

At least they knew that they would worry for sure.

But still, nobody knocked. They didn't see you pull out your phone even once, and they weren't sure if you even had it on you. You didn't smell like any other alpha or beta thought, so they were left in questions.

Whatever caused you to get so unsettled yesterday concerned them, but they didn't want to push you to tell them. If you wanted to open up to them, you would.

„Really? Which college?”

„Korea National University of Arts.” You answered the pack alpha quietly.

„Oh, I heard of that one; do you like it there, cub?” Tae shot up, looking at your face closely. Nodding hesitantly, you thought about your answer for a few seconds.

„Yea, it's okay.” You smiled softly. You were glad you could pursue the arts, and while not all your classmates were nice and some teachers gave you a hard time sometimes, you were able to learn a lot. And that was what mattered.

„What's your major?”

„I study fine arts.” You said, looking up at Jimin. Holding the jumper closer, they sensed you had enough questions for now and focused back on the movie. Even when it finished, the five of you stayed huddled close together on the couch, only getting up a few times and coming back again soon.

With a nagging question on your mind, it was complicated for you to focus on the cooking competition, and so you carefully leaned closer to Namjoon, lightly touching his forearm. Looking over at you quickly, he didn't take long to notice something was on your mind that made you anxious, and so without little to no hesitance, he pulled you to his side.

Leaning over slightly so he was face-to-face with you, the soft smell of flowers blooming covered the air around you. Calming you just the slightest bit, his hands held your shoulder and side, rubbing faint circles with his palm.

„What is it, pup? You can tell Alpha; don't worry, okay? What's wrong, little baby?” With the sweet words, you almost burst into tears once again, surprised at how sensitive you still were after yesterday. You felt startled.

Looking down, and when you didn't answer for a few seconds, the pack alpha pulled you to his chest once again. With your hip resting against his thigh, he held your other one, softly patting it in a rhythmic pattern. His other hand pulled your face close to his chest, where it was easy to listen to his heartbeat.

„Hm? Poor cub, you keep on getting stressed out over and over again; there isn't much time to rest up, is there? It's okay, I got you now." Cradling you up against his chest, he allowed you to sniffle for a few minutes and didn't push you to talk. With your legs getting carresed and placed over the eldest's lap, you eventually asked the thing that had worried you since yesterday dinner.

„When do I have to leave?” You mumbled, a whimper leaving your throat. It was quiet for a beat or two, the pack alpha just holding you close.

„That's up to you, cub. You are free to leave whenever you feel like it. You can stay too if that's what you want; we wouldn't mind.” answered Namjoon calmly, but you weren't fooled. His heartbeat fastened up for a bit there, and you noticed.

„I would like to stay please..”

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San

The cafe buzzed with the comforting rhythm of friends catching up, laughter blending with the clinking of coffee mugs. But for San, the melody had gone jarringly off-key. His eyes, normally as warm as melted chocolate, had narrowed to laser focus, locked on you and your friend. Each overly friendly touch, each burst of shared laughter felt like a tiny pebble chipping away at a dam of unspoken emotions within him. It was an itch he couldn't scratch, an unease that gnawed at the edges of his consciousness. He recognized it only too well – the harbinger of a storm brewing inside him, a storm named 'you.' He couldn't just sit there, a silent witness to the scene unfolding before him. The dam was about to burst. With a determined glint in his eyes, San rose from his seat, his steps echoing a quiet resolve. He walked towards you, hand outstretched, fingers tingling with anticipation. You turned, surprised by his abrupt move, the question "San, what's wrong?" already forming on your lips. It was the same question echoing in his mind, a mantra he couldn't escape. Reaching you, he gently captured your hand, fingers brushing your skin, sending a jolt of electricity through both of you. He pulled you, ever so slightly, away from the conversation, guiding you like a precious artifact towards a quieter corner of the cafe. You followed, his touch a silent tether drawing you in, your own heart mirroring the frantic rhythm of his. Stopping under the soft glow of a hanging lamp, he turned to face you, his hand still holding yours, a connection that crackled with unspoken intensity.

The world seemed to shrink, the background noise fading into a distant hum. His gaze, usually playful and carefree, was now serious, searching your eyes for answers he couldn't find within himself. "That's what I'm trying to figure out too," he confessed, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. He paused, searching for the right words, for a way to articulate the tangled mess of emotions swirling within him. The confusion was evident in his eyes, a storm on the horizon reflected in their depths. The silence stretched after his confession, pregnant with unspoken emotions and the echo of your surprised question. His confusion mirrored yours, a storm swirling in the depths of his eyes. Then, with a deep breath, he took a step closer, the space between you crackling with newfound urgency. His hand reached up, fingers brushing against your jawline, a hesitant caress that sent shivers down your spine. You held your breath, the world narrowing to the warmth of his palm and the intensity of his gaze. Slowly, as if testing the waters, he tilted your chin up, pulling you closer. Then, before you could fully comprehend, his lips met yours. It was a kiss unlike any other you'd known, tentative at first, a whisper against your skin, then deepening into a consuming fire. You were both caught off guard, frozen in place as the dam of unspoken desires finally burst. He pulled away after a breath, a dazed expression replacing the confusion that had clouded his eyes. It was a look of revelation, a sudden understanding that seemed to dawn on him with the force of a lightning strike.

"Right," he breathed, his voice rough with emotion. "I know why it's always felt weird when you're around." His words, softly spoken, hung heavy in the air, their meaning sinking in like a stone dropped into a still pond. "It's because I want you," he confessed, his finger trailing a delicate path down your flushed cheek. "Not just the way everyone else seems to. I want you for myself, completely and utterly." The heat of his touch lingered on your skin, his addicting cologne filling your senses. His heartbeat, amplified by the closeness, sounded like a thunderous drum against your ear, mirroring the frantic rhythm of your own. In that single, stolen moment, the confusion melted away, replaced by a breathtaking clarity. You'd always wondered why his presence sparked something within you, why his gaze lingered a touch too long, why every shared laugh tasted like forbidden fruit. Then, his hand cupped your cheek, drawing you closer until your forehead rested against his chest. His heartbeat, a frantic drum against your ear, mirrored the tremor in your own soul. "I hate it," he murmured, his voice a rough caress against your skin. The warmth of his breath tickled your ear as he pulled you even tighter, burying your face in the depths of his embrace. You could taste the salt of his skin, the faint tang of desperation. "I hate the way you laugh with someone else," he growled, his words punctuated by the rapid thud of his heart. "The way your smile blossoms for another guy, it feels like a shard in my gut." His voice, raw and aching, sent shivers down your spine. "I want you to be mine," he confessed, his breath hot against your cheek.

Mingi

The air felt electric, a current crackle running between you and Mingi like an unresolved melody. The world blurred around you, sunny streets and bustling crowds fading into a haze as his presence filled your senses. His gaze lingered on you longer than expected, his touch lingering a moment too long on your arm, igniting sparks that dance just below the surface. This ambiguity had become your dance, a frustratingly beautiful waltz around unconfessed feelings. Mingi treated you like a cherished object, like you held a place in his life beyond the realm of ordinary friendship. He surprised you with your favorite ice cream before you could even voice the craving, his smile melting your walls faster than the summer sun. Yet, a chilling fear lurked in your heart, a serpent coiling around your hope. The thought of losing his friendship, the foundation of your world, was a terror so potent it kept your lips sealed. You hung suspended, trapped between yearning and apprehension, a silent war raging within you. Suddenly, his voice, an anchor to reality, cut through your reverie. "Your ice cream is gonna melt if you keep staring at it like that," he teased, shoving the sweet treat playfully into your mouth. His eyes, however, mirrored your turmoil, a flicker of unspoken curiosity. "What's on your mind?" You could only offer a noncommittal hum, the words tangled in your throat like knots in a fishing line. "Come on, spill the tea," he nudged you playfully, his touch sending shivers down your spine. Your heart pounded a frantic rhythm against your ribs, a drumbeat to the silent dance you both performed.

And then, like a dam breaking, the words gushed out, defying your better judgment. "About us," you breathed, the breath hot against your lips, a confession ripped from your soul. It hung in the air, heavy and fragile, a bridge built of hope and fear, waiting to be crossed. Silence, thick and heavy, suffocated the space between you and Mingi. Your breath, released in a shaky gust, seemed to echo in the quiet, a stark punctuation mark against the backdrop of unspoken anxieties. "What exactly are we?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper. The question tumbled out, laden with all the unspoken longing and frustration that had festered within you for far too long. Each word crackled with the voltage of your yearning, the sparks illuminating the worst-case scenarios painting themselves across your mind. You braced yourself for Mingi's answer, both dreading and desiring the clarity it might bring. The seconds stretched, each a miniature eternity filled with the frantic hammering of your heart. You imagined turning away, fleeing the unbearable tension, escaping back into the familiar comfort of ambiguity. But as you took a tentative step back, your hand grazed Mingi's. His fingers, warm and strong, closed around yours, anchoring you in place. His gaze met yours, his eyes a storm of emotions mirroring your own. He held your hand, not a casual brush but a deliberate clasp, the unspoken promise of understanding pulsing through his touch. His silence, initially unsettling, blossomed into a quiet strength, a space for honesty to bloom.

"Right," he murmured, his voice soft yet carrying the weight of months of unspoken affection. "What exactly are we?" His eyes searched yours, seeking the answer you yourself struggled to articulate. "We fit together, you and I," he continued, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. "It's like a puzzle, every piece slotting perfectly into place. And," he paused, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "I haven't felt this comfortable, this… connected, with anyone else." His words hung in the air, a confession disguised as a simple statement. The warmth from his touch radiated through you, melting away the ice of your fears. You felt the unspoken question hovering between you, "Is it the same for you?" The melting ice cream dribbled down your hand, forgotten on the warm pavement. Your gaze, like molten gold, collided with Mingi's, his irises swirling with a storm of unspoken emotions. He searched your face, his thumb tracing a gentle path along your cheek like he was memorizing the map of your soul. "I..." he whispered, the syllable heavy with anticipation. He seemed to be grappling with the weight of a thousand unsaid things, each one jostling for dominance on his tongue. Each breath stretched into an eternity, the silence pregnant with possibilities. Then, his husky whisper broke the spell, each word weighted with a longing that mirrored your own. "I want us to be more than what we are now," he admitted, his voice rough with vulnerability. His eyes, a kaleidoscope of emotions, searched yours for understanding, for hope. The confession, once unspoken and a source of unspoken torment, hung in the air between you, raw and real.

Wooyoung

The cursor on your laptop screen blinked incessantly, a mocking reminder of the work left undone. But the rhythmic beeping couldn't penetrate the fog of distraction swirling in your head. Every rustle of paper, every sigh from your best friend Wooyoung, was a siren song pulling you away from the digital world. Finally, with an exasperated groan, you slammed the laptop shut. Wooyoung, who had been whining like a puppy at your elbow, immediately perked up, his playful eyes glinting with mischief. He nudged the laptop aside, making space for himself on the couch, and settled in with a comfortable plop. "What do you really want, Wooyoung?" you asked, running a hand through your messy hair. You knew that wheedling tone, the one he reserved for when he needed something big. "I told you, I just need a little help," he said, his voice dripping with faux innocence. You raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Explain it to me." you challenged, watching a smile slowly creep across his face. He leaned closer, his hands hovering near your shoulders. "Is it a yes?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. You narrowed your eyes, waiting for the punchline. "Hurry up before I change my mind and kick you out," you threatened, playfully shoving him. Wooyoung, unfazed, simply nodded and leaned even closer. His next move caught you completely off guard. He closed the distance between you in a swift rush, his lips meeting yours in a sudden, electrifying kiss. The world tilted on its axis. Your brain, previously occupied by spreadsheets and deadlines, short-circuited.

The taste of surprise mingled with the sweetness of his lips, sending a jolt of something exhilarating through you. As quickly as it started, the kiss ended, leaving you breathless and bewildered. Wooyoung pulled back, his cheeks flushed, a sheepish grin playing on his lips. "Thank you," he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper. The space between you was a canvas splashed with unspoken questions, the air thick with the lingering sweetness of the kiss. Your bodies remained impossibly close, Wooyoung's warmth radiating against your skin, his breath a soft flutter against your cheek. His eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were now pools of unadulterated sincerity, holding yours captive. "What was that?" you whispered, the question bursting from your lips like a dam breaking. The words echoed strangely in the quiet room, amplified by the insistent ticking of the clock – a metronome to the beat of your racing hearts. Wooyoung's hand found yours, a grounding touch amidst the swirling vortex of emotions. His thumb traced circles on your skin, a comforting counterpoint to the butterflies erupting in your stomach. "I... I wanted to make sure I'm not going insane," he admitted, his voice a husky whisper, softer than you'd ever heard it. "To keep confusing myself, thinking... Maybe I was imagining it. But then I saw you," he added, his gaze searching yours, "and there it was again, clear as day. This feeling." He paused, the weight of his unspoken words heavy in the air. You held your breath, waiting, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation.

"I fall for you, Y/N," he finally breathed, the words landing on your heart like soft snowflakes. "And judging by the way your heart's threatening to jackhammer out of your chest," he chuckled, a hint of his usual playful self peeking through, "I'd say the kiss was a yes." His confession, raw and vulnerable, hung in the air between you, a bridge of honesty built over months of unspoken yearning. The clock, once a backdrop of mundane routine, now seemed to celebrate each tick, each second marking the beginning of something precious, something new. You spun away, the memory of his lips still sizzling against yours. Your cheeks burned like they held secrets whispering to burst out, and you desperately needed a moment, any moment, to gather your scattered thoughts. But Wooyoung wouldn't let you escape. His strong, gentle hand cupped your chin, turning your face back towards him. His eyes, normally sparkling with playful mischief, now held a depth that made your breath hitch. "Friends don't kiss like that," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. The unspoken question hung in the air between you, thick and heavy, an electric current crackling with unvoiced desires and hopes. His words, simple yet profound, shattered the dam holding back your own emotions. A smile, unsure at first, then blossoming into a radiant sun, spread across your face. "So... this means we're a couple now, right?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper, yet laced with a thrill that danced in your eyes.

Jongho

The scent of lavender oil and simmering truffle filled the air as you and Jongho sat across from each other, bathed in the warm glow of candlelight. His hand, calloused yet gentle, enveloped yours, sending a current of warmth and unspoken affection that radiated through you. You'd watched him adjust his tie nervously throughout the evening, a rare glimpse into the vulnerability beneath his confident exterior. Jongho had always made you feel special, like the sun and moon revolved around your relationship. He never missed a birthday, anniversary, or a chance to surprise you with his quiet, thoughtful gestures. And tonight, amidst the clinking of silverware and soft murmur of the restaurant, you had a tingling premonition that something momentous was about to unfold. He cleared his throat, his voice husky with a tremor of emotion. "I used to worry a lot about the future," he began, his words unfolding like the petals of a delicate flower. "What career I should pursue, what kind of life I wanted to build... Then you walked into my life, and all my anxieties faded away. With you, everything became clearer, brighter. You brought joy I never knew existed, laughter that echoed through my soul." His gaze, usually brimming with playful mischief, now held a depth that mirrored the ocean under a starlit sky. He spoke of love like a poet composing a masterpiece, each word an exquisitely crafted brushstroke painting a vivid picture of his devotion.

The flickering candlelight danced in your eyes, threatening to spill over into tears of joy. The fancy restaurant, usually a backdrop for fleeting pleasures, transformed into a stage for this intimate symphony of love. Jongho, in his crisp suit and nervous smile, was the most breathtaking portrait you'd ever witnessed. "And now, I have another dream," he continued, his fingers tracing circles on yours. "A dream of building a family with you, of growing old with laughter lines etched around our eyes and stories whispered to our grandchildren. Will you… will you make me the happiest man alive and share this dream with me?" A single, silent nod. Words seemed to have deserted you, overwhelmed by the torrent of emotions his confession unleashed. Yet, your eyes spoke volumes, brimming with an unspoken 'yes' that shimmered brighter than any diamond. A tender smile bloomed on your lips, a beacon of happiness mirroring the relief washing over him. He saw his answer reflected in your radiant face, his heart soaring like a kite on a summer breeze. Without a word, he leaned closer, drawn by an invisible tether of yearning. As his lips met yours, the world around you muted, the symphony of the restaurant replaced by the soft melody of two souls intertwining. This kiss, born from the embers of unspoken promises and shared dreams, tasted different. It was sweeter, yes, but also deeper, infused with the intoxicating elixir of certainty. It was a kiss that resonated in your very core, a whispered prophecy of forever etched in the space between your breaths.

In that moment, suspended in time and bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, you understood. This wasn't just a kiss; it was a vow, a silent declaration of a love that defied definition. It was the first brushstroke on the canvas of your future, a masterpiece waiting to be painted together, hand in hand, heart to heart. Minutes seemed to stretch into eternities, suspended in the weight of his lips on yours. The taste of him, familiar yet somehow new, filled you with a joy so radiant it threatened to spill over in laughter. Stepping into the future with him, hand in hand, felt like dancing on sunbeams, a light-hearted confidence buoying your every step. He pulled back, a hesitant smile gracing his lips. "Finally," he breathed, the whisper carrying the echo of countless unspoken moments. "Finally, I kiss you again. I was so nervous, you know? Every time I imagined it, it reminded me... it reminded me I should propose." His words, laced with self-deprecating humor, were music to your ears. A warm chuckle bubbled up from your chest, echoing his own. The tension, sweet and electric, dissolved into shared amusement, a testament to the comfortable ease that flowed between you. "You should have seen yourself," you teased, nudging him playfully. "Your tie was practically choking you." He feigned offense, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "It was the pressure! Knowing I was about to ask the most important question of my life."

©Tinytinyblogs

[forwoonnagi]

Heartbreak girl

pt1

Trope: friends to lovers

Pairing: Taesan x reader

Synopsis: Taesan’s tired of seeing y/n crying due to her stupid boyfriend. He's also tired of being just y/n’s “best friend”, he wanted to be more.

Author's note: inspired by the song “Heartbreak girl - 5 seconds of summer".Haven't written in so long so bare with me yall HAHAH <33

warnings: bad grammar </3, Cursing, cringey HAHA

Special mentions: Boynextdoor,Chaewon from lesserafim,

Time went by so fast for Taesan.

“I dedicate this song to you

 The one who never sees the truth

That I can take away you hurt

Heartbreak girl”

“Taesan..dont tell me this song is about Y/n..” Sungho annoyingly said to Taesan. “Yeah dude. Why can't you just tell her how you feel? I'm sure she feels the same.” Leehan said while ruffling taesans hair. “As if man..she still loves her stupid boyfriend.”

Flashback..

“Shit it's 5am..i have a test today” Taesan quietly says while covering his tired eyes. He's been working on this song all night. When Y/n asked Taesan to be her date for the festival, Taesan knew he had to make the night perfect. 

End of flashback..

Students walked in and out from the gate with smiles and laughter. The air felt warm but not too hot to make you sweat, The leaves fell elegantly to the ground causing piles of leaves. Couples walking together, Friend groups taking selfies but Taesan only focused on one thing, Y/n.

She was talking about how Chaewon was dating the handsome senior from class 2. Of course everything that Y/n said just went through Taesans ear, He was too focused on how her hair frames her face, How her glasses sit loosely on the bridge of her nose, How her jacket was slipping off her shoulder. He could focus on every feature Y/n had, till someone interrupted them.

“I see u took him as your date tonight huh?” 

They both stopped and looked at the tall figure in front of them. 

“Justin?..Where's Maya? I thought you were bringing her tonight”

Taesan felt anger and annoyance fill up inside of him. Why did he have to be here? 

“Well I dumped her cus I felt guilty about not bringing you, but it seems like you already have someone..So I'll just go alone. Have a fun night you two”

Y/n looked at Taesan with a “I'm sorry” look. When Taesan saw the look in her eyes he knew.. He knew that he couldn't do anything. “Go..I'm fine here. I have to perform tonight anyways.” Taesan said while giving Y/n a sign to catch up to justin. 

Y/n said thank you quietly and ran towards to Justin

Taesan felt unmotivated the entire afternoon. Every laughter and noise he heard annoyed him,The people who accidentally bumped into him through the crowd irritated him, The music in the background drove him crazy. He needed somewhere calm,quiet. He needed her. 

The rest of the afternoon was a blur. “Taesan-hyung! Are you okay? You've been zoning out..” Woonhak says while waving his hand in front of taesans face. “Maybe he's daydreaming of y/nn~” Jaehyun says teasingly. 

“I let her go.” Taesan said annoyingly while ruffling his hair out of anger. “Stupid Justin had to ruin it..He had to guilt trip her, I hate this”

All the members looked at Taesan with a concerned look. “Why wont you just tell her man..” Riwoo broke the silence. “As if she likes me back..She cant even move on from Justin”

*knock, knock*

“Hello? Is Taesanie here?” 

All the members look at the door. Taesan felt his heart fall..That voice sounded familiar..It sounded like Y/n.

“shit.”

[hearted-anon]

Mr Rich Man

Words: 1075

Notes: for @hi-im-1niki1-minaj333mwah love you <3

T/w: none, all soft tickling

Lee: Know

Ler(s): Jisung and Felix

Lee Know sighed beside the brownie boy as the beeps of the recording sounded throughout the dorms, failing to get the steps to this Tiktok again. Felix snickered beside him, trying his utmost best to get him to at least like the music in the background, but it was much more difficult than it seemed. After all, who would like this stupid annoying cat song continuously playing in his ears like a cartoon intro?

Jisung frowned behind the camera as his head cracked for ways to make this more enjoyable than it was, watching the cats struggle in front of him as their moves went out of coordination, their aegyo would feel too forced or they just simply forgot to start on time. Humming in thought, he eventually settled for faking some funny scenarios from the top of his head.

Right in the middle of their filming.

Abruptly, their moves paused as they watched the quokka pretend to fence in the background, before bursting into laughter. Their backs bended forwards as their fists clenched trying to hold in their laughter, reaching for the pause button to end their embarrassing bout of laughter. But as Jisung aided them in ending another failed shot, he noticed Felix’s eyes settled on Minho’s through his chuckles.

“W-What?” Lee Know got out through ragged breaths, noticing two pairs of sunshine-like eyes boring into him, sending a shiver of anxiety down his spine. Was he not meant to laugh? Had he done something wrong yet again?

“I want to hear that laugh again, come here hyung!” Felix yelled like a war cry before pouncing onto the older kitten, securing his place on his thighs. He craved- no, needed, that rich laughter he swore that could heal all his wounds immediately. Jisung, as curious as he was, waddled over to the duo where a very feisty cat was struggling to push the brownie boy off; he had his mind set on that goal and was going to achieve it, no. matter. what.

“G-Get away from ME! F-Fehehelix!” Minho shrieked, before fingers descended onto his stomach, tensed up into a row of abs that were practically begging to be wrecked. Squeezing and poking along the muscles softly, the Aussie’s eyes widened at the precious laughter and soft giggles that poured from the cat’s mouth, more than adoring it. Han eventually made his way over, squeezing his fingers into the oldest of the trio’s neck to wiggle and gently scribble along it.

“So cute! Why haven’t you told us you can laugh like this?!” Jisung fawned, eyes softening in love for the older’s laugh, deep and almost like it was rich in love and everything he could ever look for in life; the sunshine duo definitely planned on doing this more often. Meanwhile, the poor dancer was unable to find a singular exit out, cheeks beginning to redden under the continuous soft tickles.

“S-Stahahap it! Yohohou brahahats- eheheh!” Minho whined, covering up his stomach while his shoulders glued themselves to his ears. However, the sunshines simply opted for finding other spots to torment, Lix’s tiny fingers worming themselves through the kitten’s arms to his sides, poking and scratching the area ever so gently. Jisung scratched at the nape of his neck, blowing cold air into his ear to earn a hiccup.

“Nah ah ah~ That laughter is too cute to stop just yet~” Jisung taunted, whispering right into the oldest’s sensitive ears to watch them burn a bright red. They watched as if they were in love with the cat they had caught with all the noises they were hearing, the usually stoic cat now reduced to heaps of sweet, almost sugary giggles as they would put it; they were addicted to it and would never not be able to get enough of it.

“We aren’t brats, we love you hyung~” Felix cooed, leaning down to nuzzle his head against the oldest, earning a panicked snort. Just like that, they both froze in their tracks, staring down at the reddening dancer. It was rare to ever see him blush this hard under anyone younger than him, usually only giving into his fate when a sneaky leader would come to hunt him down; which more than often he avoided.

“Don’t look at me like that!” Lee Know barked, almost…upset that they stopped. A pout began to form on his lower lip, brows furrowing before his fists tugged and pulled at the Aussie’s fingers on his sides, which had completely frozen from the pig-like snort. Jisung too, had quit his gentle yet torturous assault on the poor boy, making him take his tantrum even further. As if they could read his mind, the sunshines smirked towards each other telepathically.

“You want us to continue?” Jisung chimed, with a knowing smile on his face. Although Minho knew they were genuinely trying to reassure him of his boundaries; they knew how sensitive and upset the cat could be when his boundaries were overstepped, he continued to pout, feeling his heart sink when the fingers refused to move. Taking in a deep sigh, Felix pinched up and down his sides once more, earning another adorable snort when Han massaged his shoulder blades.

“Ahahah- I-It tickles!” Minho whimpered, stamping his feet onto the wooden floor in a futile attempt to relieve the joyous sensations he loved so much. The sunshines hearts melted at this, what wasn’t to like about a grumpy cat being cheered up with smiles, snorts and giggles?! Leaning in, their heads clashed slightly as they nuzzled around in the oldest’s neck, pulling him to sit up to allow easier access.

“Really? How much from 1 to 10?” Felix teased with a soft smile.

“Are you happy now hyung?” Jisung inquired with a dimpled grin.

“Tehehehen! Y-Yehehes! Eek!” Minho could just feel his face practically being set on fire, the tender fingers that made sure his body was handled as if made of glass melting his entire mind; he couldn’t even register those words into his puddle of a brain that whatever the sunshines were spewing were meant to fluster him. Seeing that they have very much killed their hyung’s ability to think, both Jisung and Felix let up, rubbing at his chest and back in soothing circles as the cat laid still, only that same, deep, rich and happy laughter flowing from his mouth mindlessly.

“How about we try that Tiktok again now that you’re smiling hyung?”

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

𝙬𝙞𝙣/𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 3k

𝙖/𝙣: WAH THIS IS LONG LONG LIKE REALLY LONG 😩

𝙩/𝙬: use of helium, rough tickling, bondage in the second half

𝒍𝒆𝒆: skz

𝙡𝙚𝙧: skz

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s 🐾

“Ehehehe!!” Jeongin giggled in a high-pitched tone. “Wahh, you sound so cute with the helium!” Channie laughed. 

“I guess! But I think you’d sound cuter.” Jeongin teased, the entire group holding the balloons filled with the gas. 

“Should we take turns? Who’d you think would sound cuter with the helium?” Minho asked, holding his balloon end tightly. “Let’s have a competition! We’ll tickle the person for thirty seconds and determine who sounds cutest.”

“Okay, okay. What happens to the members with the cutest voices?” Jisung replied, squeaking when a hand squeezed at his side from behind. 

“Mmm. They get tickled even more. Tied up. For…five minutes?” Seungmin suggested, regretting the words the second they came from his lips. “Wait, wait. No—” 

“Perfect!” Minho exclaimed. “What? Scared you’ll lose?” Seungmin laughed nervously. “N-No.”

“Then there’s the punishment! Or…is it a reward?” Hyunjin fumbled, almost letting go of his balloon end and squealing in surprise. 

“Who cares?” Minho snickered. “Channie, Channie. Go first.” 

Chan held the balloon end to his lips and sucked in the helium, pausing for a second before sighing. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.” 

Channie held his arms out to the sides and sat crossed on the floor. Minho sat behind him and pressed a kiss to the back of his head, preparing him for what was about to come. 

“Min, please go easy…” Chan whispered; his elbows were already bending and he was biting his lip to contain his anticipatory giggling. 

“Mmmm…nah.” Minho slid his hands happily into the leader’s exposed armpits through his tank top, the leader squealing and falling backwards into the dancer’s lap. 

Lino smiled fondly and snatched both of Chan’s wrists and pulled them out to continue his attack. 

“MIHIHIHIN!!~” He wailed, squirming and kicking with his high pitched tone. 

“Awww, hyung, you sound like Elmo!” Jisung was in stitches, clutching his stomach and holding in his laughter. 

“NAAAHAHAHA!!” Chan cackled, limp in Minho’s arms and gasping for air. 

“Okay, hyung, time’s up!” Felix announced, and Minho pressed one last ticklish kiss to Channie’s neck, earning a cute squeak before letting up, relishing in the leader’s faint smile and flushed cheeks. “Aaahaha…” 

“You’re too cute, hyung.” Minho laughed gently, rubbing at Chan’s back as he sat up. 

“Ahhaha—shuhushh…” Chan slurred, suddenly feeling very sleepy. He crawled over and slumped into Binnie’s lap, the rapper fondly playing with his hair. 

“It’s Minho hyung’s turn!” Jisung yelled, handing the dancer’s balloon back to him. 

“Okay…” Lino took a deep breath of the helium, flushing a deep red as Jisung sat behind him, slipping his hands up his shirt and massaging his sides gently. 

“Okahay, I’m ready…” Minho giggled, shuffling to the side. Felix shot them a thumbs up to signify the timer, and then all chaos unleashed. 

Hanji dug into the older’s sides as hard as he could. Minho lasted about three seconds until he screamed, laughing hard and twisting to the left. 

“AHHA—AAAAH HANNIE PLEHA-PLEHEHEASEEE!!” Minho giggled, grappling at Jisung’s hand when his finger jabbed his upper ribs. 

“So cute~” Hannie teased lowly into the dancer’s ear, causing the older to scrunch up with a heartwarming, high pitched giggle. 

“Yeah, yeah, he’s done.” Felix called, the sound of the timer ringing faintly in the background. 

“Already?” Jisung whined, Felix nodding sympathetically in reply. 

“Maybe that’s enough for the game, but not enough for me.” 

Jisung tackled the elder to the floor and continued his tickly assault, only this time he was attacking the backs of Min’s thighs. 

“WAHAHAHAIT!! JIHIHISUNG ST-HAHAAP!!” Minho protested, squealing when the quokka flipped him over and pulled his thin shirt up to reveal his tummy. 

”WAIT!!“ The dancer shrieked and dissolved into messy laughter when Jisung blew a long, ticklish raspberry onto his belly. 

“STAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEASE!!” Min yelped, cackling desperately as Hannie delivered raspberry after raspberry after raspberry. 

“SOHOHOMEONE HEHEHEHELP!!” The dancer tugged crazily at the quokka’s hair, squirming weakly and screaming when another raspberry buzzed over his belly button. 

“Nah, your voice is too cute.” Binnie replied, the other members nodding in agreement as Jisung hummed into his hyung’s belly button again. Minho shrieked and shook his head back in forth in ticklish agony. 

“Okay, Hannie. He might actually die, you know?” Hyunjin eased the ace off of a gasping Minho, who grasped his chest and slumped exhaustively. 

“Binnieeee!” Felix giggled, walking over to the rapper and latching onto his arm. 

“Um…okay.” Changbin sighed, eyes widening when Minho cracked his knuckles, still panting slightly. He was reeaally regretting not helping him when Jisung almost killed him. 

Changbin sucked in his amount of helium and immediately burst into laughter; he realized how ridiculous he sounded. 

“Oho my gohod~!” He laughed, sighing again when Felix sat behind him, hands poised over his clothed sides. 

“Okahay okay okay!!” Binnie nodded, flinching when fingers promptly pinched the area gently, slipping under his shirt. 

He was doing a pretty decent job at holding onto his laughter…until Felix moved to his ribs instead. 

“aahaa—AHHH!! FEHELIX NO!!” He folded immediately, collapsing backwards into Lixie’s arms and scrunching his upper body up when the fingers attacked his armpits.  

Changbin giggled in his squeaky tone, causing all the members to coo gently at the helpless rapper. 

Lixie grinned wide and continued to tickle the shorter, relishing in the cute squeaks his helium filled voice produced. 

“The timer!” Jeongin called, but Felix leaned into Changbin to blow the softest of raspberries onto the rapper’s neck. 

“Fehehelix thehe tihihimerrr!!” Binnie whined, scrunching up with a squeal when the chick’s fingers scraped along his collarbone. 

“It’s just you and me, bunny.” Felix giggled along, Changbin snickering at the feeling on his neck. 

“Plehehease ihihits enohohoughhh!!” Changbin finally groaned, the light tickling tiring him out wayyy too quickly. 

“Okay, okay, you big baby.” Felix laughed, finally letting go of the teary-faced rapper. 

“My turn!” Hyunjin leaped, sucking in a mouthful of the helium from his balloon and giggling at the sound of his voice. 

“Aweee, now lay down.” Seungmin commanded, pulling Hyunjin’s arms to the sides and pinning them with his knees. 

“Wahait…what?” Hyune asked, confused. Changbin cackled as he sat comfortably on the dancer’s thighs. “Nonono, not Changbin hyung, pleheheaseee~” He begged to Channie, who shook his head playfully. 

“Too bad.” Changbin laughed, digging his fingers into Hyunjin’s hips and watching loud, screechy laughter pour from the dancer’s mouth. 

“NAAAAHAHAA PLEHE—AAAHAHAA!!” Any words Hyune had wanted to say were swallowed up by his hysterical, joyful laughter. 

“Nope. No ‘Please’, laugh for me.” Changbin replied, moving to Hyunjin’s neck and watching the boy scrunch up and squeal, a wide grin across his face. 

“Awwww, He’s too cute!” Chan cooed, camera out. 

“NOHOHO RECOHORDING!!” Hyunjin complained, choked bubbles of laughter interrupting him. 

“Nahhh I wanna keep this.” Channie laughed. 

Hyunjin squealed again when Bin stuck his fingers into his back, wiggling around and trying to get out of the older’s tight grab. 

“PLEEEAAASEE!! NAAAHAHAAHA!!” Hyunjin screeched, finally giving in, throwing his head back and laughing and laughing. 

“Given up? Say it and I’ll stop.” Changbin pressed into Hyune’s ribs and smiled softly. 

“OKAHAHAY!! IHI GIVE UP GIVE UP GIHIVE UPPP PLEHEASE!!” 

“Okay.” Changbin let go of the dancer’s ribcage, smoothing out Hyune’s clothing and gently rubbing at the sensitive skin. 

“Ahhhaha…thahank youhu hyung…” Jinnie breathed, shutting his eyes sleepily.  

Meanwhile, Jisung was screaming and pleading, already having swallowed his helium, his higher, velvety voice making the whole group coo as Minho tackled him into his lap, ready for revenge. 

The cat bent Hannie’s hands above his head and held his fingers above the quokka’s sensitive torso. “Ready, Jisungie?”

“Nohoho—!!” Jisung whined, Felix throwing them a thumbs up.

Lino’s fingers immediately found a familiar spot on Jisung’s sides, and he drilled into it hard, almost by habit. 

Hannie instinctively jolted and bit his lips through his wide smile, squeezing his eyes shut, shaking his head, but staying completely silent just to mess with Minho, who loved getting reactions from the boys. 

“Playing hard to get? I’ll make you cry no matter what…” Minho muttered, finding Hannie’s lower sides and pushing his fingers into it, earning a muffled squeal. 

Jisung’s face was getting redder and redder as he desperately tried to hold in his laughter in anticipation of the timer ending. 

If he didn’t laugh they couldn’t vote on him, could they?

Minho frowned, pushing Jisung to the floor and straddling his thighs, quickly throwing the boy’s shirt up and pressing his lips to the third rib from the top of Jisung’s ribcage. “Laugh for me, darling.” He blew. Hard. 

Jisung screamed and twisted his entire body away from the older’s lips. “SHUHUHUT AHAHAHAHAHAP!!” He squealed and closed his hands over his flaming face. 

Minho groaned, pulling his head from the boy’s ribs. “Noo, come on, hiding your face is against the rules! Let me see your smile~”

“THEHEHEHERE ARE NOHO RUHUHULES!!” JIsugn screeched when Minho blew one last raspberry onto his ribs before switching spots. 

His fingers pushed and squished Hannie’s belly button never, causing loud, boisterous i screams of laughter to echo throughout the room. Jisung was practically going insane, the tingling sensations only getting worse over time. 

“Of course there are rules!” Minho retorted, continuing to scribble around the quokka’s belly. 

“PLEHEASE OHOKAY STAHAHAHAA—!!” Jisung gasped, and Minho finally decided to let up, just to pull the younger into his lap and gently stroke his hair, kissing his head and apologizing in his ear if he was too rough. 

Felix giggled his head off the second he heard his own helium-filled voice, eyes sparkling as Chan took his seat behind him and pulled his hands above his head to mimic the starting position. 

“Ohokahayyyy!!” Felix started his own timer and held his arms up, bursting into cute laughter the second Chan’s fingers slid into his armpits. “WAHAIT!! Nohohot thehehere!!” He pleaded, Chan never letting up. 

“I cahahahan’t!!” Felix choked out through his giggles, arms trembling as he tried to keep them out of the way to give Chan a fair chance. 

The timer rang, and Chan knew the chick was about to tap out, so he let up, promising vengeance later on. 

Seungmin gulped down his helium as Hyunjin took his seat behind him. It took a few tries for the pup to pull his arms out of the way, but the second he did so, Hyune’s fingers were everywhere. 

Scribbling into his armpits, and when his arms slammed down he was tickling his neck, whispering in his ear. 

“Noohoh-OHOHO!!” Seungmin howled the moment Hyunjin found his belly button, shoving one finger into it and wiggling around it. “HYUHUHUHUNG NAAAHAHAHAH!!” Seungmin whined, grappling at the older’s wrist and tugging weakly. 

“Timer!” Felix called, and Hyunjin let up for the sake of finishing the game. 

“Pleahease goho eheasy!!” Jeongin giggled in anticipation, Changbin smiling gently at the maknae. “Okay, don’t worry.” 

Jeongin kept his arms up, slamming them down again the second Binnie’s fingers plunged into his armpits. “NOHOHOHO HYUNG YOU SAID YOU’D GOHO EASYYY!!” He complained, breathing out heavy cackles when Bin moved to his sides instead. 

“MAHAHAKE IHIT STOHOHOP!!” Innie jolted with a scream when Changbin switched to his hips, kneading into the bone and then his thigh. 

“I…don’t know where to go! You’re ticklish everywhere!” Changbin struggled, the thrashing maknae in his lap was probably not helping. 

“Should I get your neck?” He asked, earning a very giggly “NO!” from poor Innie. 

Jeongin squealed desperately and thrashed away from the older’s touch, falling backwards into his lap as tears of desperation fell down his cheeks, which prompted Changbin to finally let up. 

The entire group lay on the floor to catch their breath, Felix was scribbling away on a notepad, which he then ripped into eight pieces.

“Okay I’ve written all of our names on each slip, and Win/Lose next to them, just circle who you think had the cutest laugh.” He shrugged.  

Everyone thought for a few moments before circling their answer and handing it to Felix. 

“Okay, wow.” He suddenly looked at the group. “Hyunjin and Hannie tied.” Lixie laughed. 

“Okay okay! So me and Hyunjin will play a game and see who won then!” Jsuung frantically laughed, grabbing Hyunjin’s fist. “Rock, paper, scissors—”

“We’ll just get them both.” Chan called, tackling Hyunjin to the floor. “WAHAIT!!” The younger cried out, twisting under the leader’s grasp on the floor. 

Jisung pounded on Minho’s back as the older slung him over his shoulder as if he weighted nothing, carrying them both to Chan and Min’s room. 

“Why are we here?” Seungmin asked over the middles’ high-pitched squeals for mercy. Soon enough they would be squealing for ab entirely different reason. 

“Look, see those hooks on the ceiling? Perfect for tying, don’t ya think?” Chan grinned as Minho grabbed the black rope from the closet and set the two on the bed, sitting them up and tying their hands to the ceiling. 

“Ohhh…” Seungmin hummed, Jisung squeaking when his hands were successfully bound, followed by Hyunjin, high above his head. 

“PLEHEASE!! Don’t do this to us!” Hyunjin pleaded, Jisung squealing as his hands were tightened, his shirt lifting a little and exposing his lower belly. 

“No, this is too fun to let up!” Jeongin giggled, checking the bindings one more time before crowding around the two very vulnerable lees. 

Lixie pulled his phone out and set a timer for five minutes.  

“Mmm okay, Chan hyung, Seungmin and Jeongin, go to Hyunjin. Changbin, Felix and I will take Jisung.” Minho planned out. 

Jisung’s eyes widened when the three boys advanced, shrieking and trying to angle himself away from the wiggling fingers about to descend onto his hypersensitive body. 

“NOOOHOHOHO!!” 

Jisung whipped his head around and stared at the scene going on beside him. Chan had snuck his fingers up Hyunjin’s shirt and into his armpits, the maknaes both focusing their hands on the dancer’s sides. 

Hyunjin kicked out and twisted away as hard as he could, the rope unrelenting in letting his arms down. He was going crazy already, the stretched out position only making things much more sensitive. 

“WHA—STAHAHAHAHAP!!” Hyunjin shrieked through his hysterics, leaving Jisung to blush next to him as he watched the older lose his mind to the unrelenting tickles. 

“No can do.” Minho replied coldly, and Jisung was startled to hear the older’s voice so…close by? He whipped his head around just as Minho dropped to his knees on the bed, blowing a long, buzzing raspberry onto his belly. 

“Aahaha—HA!! WAHAHAHAIT GIHIVE ME A WAHARNING!!” Jisung squealed suddenly, tugging at his arms. 

“No warnings either.” Changbin laughed at the teary-eyed, desperate look Hannie gave him. The rapper decided to help by tickling the quokka’s armpits, followed by Felix in his belly button. 

Hyunjin screamed crazily, three heads pushed into his belly, blowing the longest, most torturous raspberries he had ever felt in his whole life. 

“PLEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!!” He couldn’t even form coherent words, all reasoning left his brain along with the tears splashing onto the bed beneath him. 

“Hey, if it drives Hyune insane let’s try it on Hannie!” Minho suggested enthusiastically, the quokka shaking his head desperately as the three neared his belly. 

“Please-please-please—NO!!” Jisung let out a helpless, hysterical scream when, just like Hyunjin, three pairs of lips began to blow raspberries onto his belly. 

“STAHAHAHAHAAAP!! YOU GUHUYS ARE MEHEHEHEANIESS!!” 

Scream after scream ripped from Jisung’s throat, the sensations on his belly tickled so bad, too bad, he couldn’t handle it at all. 

“PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE AAHAHASTOHAHAHAH!!” Hannie howled loudly, tears dripping down his face slowly as he laughed himself silly; his cheeks hurt from the ear splitting grin he had plastered on his face. 

“IHIIHITS ENOHOUGH I CAHAHAHAN’T TAKE IT!! CAHANT TAKE IHIT PLEASE!!” Hyunjin pleaded, gasping for air and slumping a little. 

The timer rang, perfect timing. The lers immediately let up on the two exhausted boys in front of them. 

Jisung shut his eyes and slumped completely over the second his bonds were undone, Minho and Felix both rubbing his wrists while Changbin ran to get some hand cream for the quokka’s sore wrists. 

Hyunjin panted for air greedily, laying on Chan’s lap and relishing in the way the leader’s fingers raked gently through his hair, Seungmin and Jeongin each massaging an arm. 

“How did me and Hannie get punished for winning?!” 

[songbirdseung]

kisses / en- hyung line

warning; suggestive but no smut

Heeseung

Heeseung and Y/N were spending a lazy Sunday afternoon on the couch, nestled under a cozy blanket, engrossed in the movie playing on the TV. The soft glow of the screen illuminated their faces as they reclined comfortably.

Y/N shifted slightly, unintentionally inching closer to Heeseung. He couldn't help but steal a glance at them from the corner of his eye. Y/N's presence beside him was undeniably distracting. He noticed how their hair fell gently across their shoulder, and the way their lips curved into a subtle smile at a funny scene in the movie.

Heeseung's heart raced, and he turned to Y/N, their eyes meeting. Without thinking, he leaned in and planted a soft, lingering kiss on their lips. It was meant to be a brief distraction, just a way to express the affection he felt in that moment.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at first, but then they melted into the kiss, their lips molding perfectly against his. The taste of Y/N's lip balm was sweet and comforting. The movie's dialogue faded into the background as their kiss deepened.

Heeseung's hand instinctively found its way to Y/N's cheek, his thumb gently caressing their skin as they continued to kiss. Y/N's fingers lightly traced the contours of his jaw, pulling him closer. The world outside seemed to vanish, leaving only the two of them, lost in the warmth of the moment.

As the movie played on, their kisses became more passionate and urgent, a silent exchange of emotions that needed no words. Each kiss deepened their connection, strengthening the bond they shared. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon they would both remember, a day when a simple distraction turned into a beautiful and unexpected declaration of love.

Jay

Y/N was in the middle of preparing dinner, their hands deftly chopping vegetables on the cutting board. The sizzle of something on the stove filled the kitchen with a delicious aroma. Just as they were lost in their culinary concentration, Jay, feeling particularly mischievous, decided to surprise them.

Jay stealthily approached Y/N from behind, his footsteps silent on the tiled floor. With a grin on his face, he gently covered Y/N's eyes with his hands, blocking their view of the ingredients before him.

Y/N jumped slightly in surprise but immediately recognized the touch and scent of Jay. They giggled, playfully swatting at his hands while trying to stifle their laughter. "Jay, what are you up to now?" Y/N asked, their voice laced with amusement.

Jay leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to Y/N's ear. "Just wanted to steal a kiss from my favorite chef," he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down Y/N's spine.

Y/N couldn't help but blush at Jay's sweet words. They turned their head slightly, making contact with Jay's lips for a quick, affectionate kiss. "Well, you're in luck," Y/N replied with a teasing grin, "because dinner isn't the only thing that's heating up in this kitchen."

Jay chuckled, his mischievous mood infectious. "I can see that," he said, his hands sliding from Y/N's eyes down to their waist, pulling them closer. "Maybe I should stay right here and help with the cooking, or should I say, the 'kissing'?"

Y/N laughed, feeling their heart flutter at Jay's playful nature. "I think we can multitask," they said with a wink, returning to their cooking duties while occasionally stealing a kiss or two with Jay in between chopping and stirring. It was a deliciously playful evening in the kitchen, filled with love, laughter, and the promise of a delightful meal.

Jake

Late at night, the room was shrouded in darkness, save for the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Y/N and Jake lay side by side in bed, their breathing slow and rhythmic as they attempted to drift into slumber. However, something was clearly troubling Jake.

Unable to shake his restless thoughts, he turned to Y/N and gently whispered, "Y/N, are you awake?"

Y/N, their eyes still heavy with sleep, mumbled a drowsy response, "Yeah, Jake. What's keeping you up?"

Jake hesitated for a moment, the words hanging on the tip of his tongue. "I can't stop thinking about you," he finally confessed, his voice soft and vulnerable.

Y/N, now fully awake, turned to face him, their eyes meeting in the dimly lit room. There was a mixture of curiosity and affection in their gaze. "What do you mean?" they asked, their voice filled with tenderness.

Jake sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair. "I mean, even when I close my eyes, all I see is you. Your smile, your laugh, the way your eyes light up when you talk about things you're passionate about… It's like you've taken up residence in my mind, and I can't seem to shake it."

A soft smile tugged at the corners of Y/N's lips as they reached out to caress Jake's cheek. "Jake, you don't have to fight those thoughts. I'm right here with you."

The magnetic pull between them was undeniable. Jake couldn't resist any longer. He leaned in, his lips meeting Y/N's in a gentle, loving kiss. It was a kiss that conveyed all the emotions he couldn't put into words – the depth of his feelings, the longing in his heart, and the reassurance that he was exactly where he wanted to be, with the person who occupied his thoughts and dreams.

Their kiss deepened, a silent promise of the love that bound them together. In the stillness of the night, they found solace in each other's arms, knowing that their connection was unbreakable, even in the quietest of moments.

Sunghoon

Sunghoon and Y/N woke up together in the soft morning light, their faces mere inches apart. As they both stirred from their slumber, they exchanged warm, drowsy smiles. Sunghoon couldn't help but be captivated by the sight of Y/N's sleepy yet endearing expression.

With a tender affection in his voice, Sunghoon whispered, "Good morning, sleepyhead."

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Sunghoon's. "Morning," they replied, their voice laced with a hint of morning raspiness.

Sunghoon couldn't resist the magnetic pull between them any longer. He leaned in closer and placed a gentle kiss on Y/N's forehead, a sweet and lingering gesture of his adoration. Then, he lightly pressed his lips to Y/N's nose, eliciting a soft giggle from them.

Y/N's eyes sparkled with affection, their heart warming at Sunghoon's sweet morning kisses. "You're being extra sweet today," they remarked, their fingers tracing a lazy pattern on Sunghoon's chest.

Sunghoon grinned, his gaze still locked onto Y/N's lips. "Well, I can't resist when you're right here, looking so irresistibly cute."

Without another word, Sunghoon closed the remaining gap between them, capturing Y/N's lips in a soft, passionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of mornings filled with love, a beautiful way to start their day together. As their lips met, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the warmth of their affection.

[goquokka00]

Rocking Around the Christmas Tree (A Bangchan X Changbin X Hyunjin---

WAITTTT!

So, before you read this...um...masterpiece, if that's what you wanna call it...I think I need to explain...whatever this is.

So, every week, me and my two roommates hang out with each other. Play video games, make absolute cursed covers of Stray Kids songs (because I'm slowly indoctrinating them into the Stray Kids Fandom), and do silly goofy challenges.

That is what this is.

Pretty much, we thought it'd be fun to write a threesome smut because 1, they both know that I write smut for Tumblr, and 2, we joke about the three of us being in a relationship and fucking all the time. But, we added a small twist.

You see, we each got 20 minutes to write our parts of the story. And once 20 minutes was up, the only thing the next person got to read was the last paragraph. That was the only context they had, and they had to use that to continue the story.

Yeah. Chaotic.

Well, my two roommates thought it'd be HILARIOUS if we took that smut that we wrote, slapped three Stray Kids members onto it, and called it a day. They pretty much wanted to see how people would react to it, and such.

So, that's what I'm doing.

I know it's not my usual content, and it's, um...really random. Also Hyunjin has a cunt for some reason? Roommate's request. But I figured it'd be a fun little thing for all of you. So I hope you enjoy...um...this.

Rocking Around the Christmas Tree (A Bangchan X Changbin X Hyunjin Smut?)

Summary: Honestly, I wish I had an answer. It's something silly goofy me and my roomies did, and now it's Stray Kids?

Pairing: Bangchan X Changbin X Hyunjin

Genre: Smut. Literally, just smut.

Warnings: Boy Pussy! Hyunjin, switch! Chan, switch! Changbin, use of toys (ball gag, three way dildo, vibrating butt plug), oral sex (blow job and cunnilingus), deep throating, traumatizing strangers (not actually, you'll get it), squirting, Chan and Hyunjin get shoved through window, a bit of blood, literally anything else that I forgot that's probably in there, idk man, this entire thing has just been a blur, 100% 18+ (seriously like if you're a minor don't read, I really don't wanna scar you with this pls and thank you <3)

Word Count: 1.7K

(My Part) Changbin and Hyunjin couldn't believe their eyes. This gift that Chan got them both was just...whoa.

It was christmas, well...roomie christmas. And so far, all of the presents had been decent until now. They both knew that Chan had a creative mind, and that he had suggested getting a toy like this, but...they weren't expecting him to have actually found one.

"You...You actually bought a three-way dildo?" Changbin asked, his face red as Hyunjin just busted out laughing.

"Well, DUH! Why wouldn't I have?" Chan responded. The two didn't pay any attention to Hyunjin dying of laughter in the background, rather focusing on their conversation. "We've talked about using it, right?"

"Well, yeah, but I didn't think that you'd actually find one." Changbin said, only for Chan to move close, smirking at Changbin as Hyunjin took the toy, studying it closely.

"Surprise." Chan whispered, Changbin shying away. He couldn't believe this. But Chan? Oh, he was loving his shy roommate's reaction. "Well, we should try it, shouldn't we? Hyunnie?"

"Oh, I DEFINITELY think we should." Hyunjin responded, before going to Changbin and giving him a kiss on his lips, Changbin melting at the small show of affection. "Don't you, Hyung?"

"I..." Changbin only blushed, before giving a shy nod. Hyunjin and Chan cooed, before giving each other a nod, pulling their pajama shorts and boxers down, Chan taking Changbin's off as well.

Chan hummed as he saw Changbin's dick, giving it a kiss before looking up at Changbin and Hyunjin, an idea coming to mind. As much as he wanted to try the three way dildo, he also wanted to give his roommates some love, too.

"Hyunjin, you should sit on Changbin's face. We gotta get ourselves prepped, right?" Chan asked, Hyunjin humming.

"I like that idea." Hyunjin agreed, before straddling Changbin's face. He slowly lowered himself down, Changbin wrapping his arms around Hyunjin's thighs, holding him down as he started to eat him out. All the while, Chan started suckling on Changbin's tip, making him moan out. And Changbin moaning made Hyunjin moan as well.

To compensate for not being able to give Chan any treatment, Hyunjin took the three way dildo in his hands, guiding one of the three dicks and putting it into his mouth, sucking off the silicone, his moans muffled because of it.

Chan smiled, happy to hear his two roommates enjoying themselves, only moving himself closer to Changbin's cock, opening his mouth and taking Changbin's dick deep into his throat. Changbin only whined, his hips bucking, his eyes rolling back into his head. It only made Chan hum, pulling off and licking a stripe up his dick before continuing.

Changbin tried not to pay attention to it, rather trying to focus on giving Hyunjin's cunt attention. He was moaning from Chan, but he made sure to pay attention to Hyunjin's clit, knowing that was what he liked. And sure enough, he heard Hyunjin squeal, his hips moving against Changbin's face just right. Changbin only moaned at it, gripping his hips more and guiding his movements.

Hyunjin continued to moan against the unique dildo, taking it out of his mouth to lean forward, setting his hands on Changbin's built chest, the three way dildo falling out of his hands so he could focus on the pleasure he was in.

"Fuck, just like that...Changbin...!" Hyunjin moaned out. Changbin only hummed in response, before gasping against Hyunjin's pussy, feeling Chan deepthroat him, his nose pushing against Changbin's pubic bone. Changbin moaned out loudly, his hips bucking up again, Chan only giggling as he watched Changbin react. He then pulled up, gasping for air, smirking to Changbin.

"Someone's sensitive...just like always." Chan spoke, looking back up at Hyunjin. "Keep sucking that dildo, Hyunnie. You gotta get all three heads ready, right?"

"Ye-Yeah, but...Fuck, Hyung...this feels so good--"

"Ah-Ah, dicks in mouth. You know better, baby." Chan spoke. Hyunjin only whined, doing his best to sit up again, only to flop against Changbin. Changbin helped him get steady, the man pulling away from Hyunjin's cunt, panting.

"I got you...it's okay...." Changbin said, keeping Hyunjin steady on top of him before lifting his head up again, latching back onto Hyunjin's pussy. Hyunjin took a breath, before sitting back up, grinding his hips down against Changbin's face before putting the three way dildo back into his mouth, looking to Chan for his approval. And the hum that left him was all Hyunjin needed to moan again, his body shuddering as Changbin's tongue flicked his clit once more.

(Roomie #1's Part) Chan shuffled over to face Changbin's dick. A devilish grin plastered on his face as he began to aggressively suck on Changbin's cock. Changbin moaned loudly into Hyunjin; the vibrations only adding to his pleasure. Hyunjin grabbed the slim, black remote next to them and pushed the power button.

"Fuck, Hyunjin!" Chan moaned as the butt plug inside him began vibrating. He shoved Hyunjin off of Changbin, grabbing the three way dildo and shoving it into Hyunjin's pussy. Changbin quickly followed suit; not wanting to be left out of what they all knew was going to happen next.

"You ready, bitches?" Chan said gruffly, shoving the third rubberized dick into his ass. Hyunjin and Changbin's agreeances (ps that's not even a word lol) could barely be heard as Chan began thrusting into them. A sea of moans could be heard from the hallway as a delivery man quickly dropped off a package. He didn't want his own package to be affected by the noise.

Hyunjin couldn't hold himself back anymore as his body began to shiver uncontrollably. It was obvious he was about to orgasm. Chan quickly grabbed the ball gag and forced it into Hyunjin's mouth, and it only took a few seconds later for his juices to squirt all over Chan.

"I didn't even get time to properly secure it," Chan teased.

"Fuck you," Hyunjin replied breathlessly with his cheeks flushing from embarrassment. Chan removed the three way dildo from all of them. He glanced over at Changbin, and not wanting him to be left out, he grabbed his thighs and squeezed them tightly. Changbin's eyes pierced into Chan's, and Chan hesitated.

"You know damn well who the dominant one is," spoke Changbin with a cheeky grin.

(Roomie #2's Part) Changbin stands up immediately, yanking the three-way dildo out of Chan's hands.

"Get up," says Changbin in a stern tone. "Both of you."

Both Chan and Hyunjin get up as fast as they can, legs shaking from what happened earlier. Changbin approaches them with a glare in his eyes.

"Open wide, you're gonna want to."

Chan and Hyunjin obey and open their mouths as wide as possible. Changbin shoves the three-way dildo into their mouths, hearing their choking sounds from their throats. Changbin starts a back and forth motion with the dildo, and hears the gagging noises that come from both Hyunjin and Chan.

"That's right, I wanna see that bulge in your throat. I want to know that you both can't handle me," Changbin says seductively.

Hyunjin and Chan try to maintain eye contact with Changbin, but it's very difficult with the giant dick in their throats.

"Alright, I've had enough," Changbin growls, and he rips the dildo out of their mouths and tosses it aside. Hyunjin and Chan start gasping for air, finally being able to breathe.

When they think they've had a break from Changbin's torment, they find that they're very wrong. Changbin rips the blinds open from the window in the living room, and takes Chan and Hyunjin by the throat. He slams them into the window and Hyunjin lets out a moan from the violence. The cold from the December weather seeps into Chan and Hyunjin's bodies.

"S-s-s-s-so c-c-cold," says Chan through a breathy moan.

"I kinda like it," Hyunjin replies to her.

While Chan and Hyunjin freeze their asses off on the window, Changbin is stroking his dick, trying to get it to it's true and final form.

"Come on!!!" he yells. After a few more minutes of searching, the frantic wanking stops.

"Finally," Changbin says in a breathy chuckle. He whips out his 15-incher, walking back over to them.

"But Changbin, that's too big, you can't use it!" Hyunjin exclaims.

Changbin stomps over to Hyunjin and grabs him by the neck, pulling him back to whisper against his ear.

"I'll do what I damn well please." He pushes the dick into Hyunjin's gaping hole and immediately Hyunjin lets out a yelp. Changbin doesn't slow down either, pounding into Hyunjin's pussy while Hyunjin's head is banging on the window.

"Chan, make yourself useful," Changbin commands him.

Chan, not wanting to make his alpha mad, gets down below Changbin. He can hear Hyunjin and Changbin's panting from the rough fucking going on above him. He licks a long line up Changbin's ass.

"FUCK!" Changbin yells, as the stimulation from being eaten out and fucking his roommate gets to him. Now both Hyunjin and Changbin are screaming in pleasure, while Chan is making slurping sounds from drinking all of Changbin's juices.

"Changbin, I'm right there, don't stop!" Hyunjin exclaims.

Changbin makes deeper and deeper thrusts, and with a final push, Hyunjin's head breaks through the glass of the window. Hyunjin comes right then and there, his moans loud enough for all of South Korea to hear.

Chan keeps up his pace and Changbin's not too far behind Hyunjin before he comes as well.

"DAMNIT CHAN!!!" Changbin yells as he comes right all over Hyunjin's back. Changbin and Hyunjin take a few minutes to calm themselves after that overwhelming experience, while Chan cleans up Hyunjin.

Hyunjin's head is still out the window, and his naked body is on display, when he hears:

"Mommy, what's that?"

It's a child walking on the sidewalk with their mother outside of their unit.

"DON'T LOOK TIMMY!!!" the mother says as she pulls him away. The child starts crying, and that's when Hyunjin knows he needs to get out of the window.

Hyunjin carefully pulls himself back into the living room, but his head is bleeding from where the glass cut him. Chan stands up and starts licking at Hyunjin's wounds.

"I'm into that shit, we should experiment with blood next time," Chan smirks. Hyunjin smiles back with a chuckle.

Changbin finally pulls out of Hyunjin with a sigh, and they all plop down on Hyunjin's living room bed, gasping for breath. As the sweat is drying from their skin, Wolf Chan, Dwaekki, and Jiniret are looking down on them all, scarred for life.

The End~

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

And have Merry Christmas!

[maliciousblog]

Treasure Hyung line reaction: To you rejecting them

Hyunsuk 🎀

Both of you were snuggled up under the blanket watch a movie as the rain gently poured down in the background.

It was getting colder as the sun began to set so you rested your head on your boyfriends shoulder and snuggled up to him to get a little extra warmth.

Taking advantage of the opportunity he wrapped an arm around you and brought you closer to rest on his chest.

As the movie went on he noticed that you were fully invested in the story which he found cute.

You looked so focused. It made him smile seeing you like this.

He leaned down gently placing a finger under your chin to lift up your face as he started to lean in waiting to feel the softness of your lips but instead he felt your hand on his mouth pushing him away.

He swiftly moved his face away feeling embarrassed.

He brushed it off and acted normal.

As he didn't want to ruin the mood and asked you to continue watching the movie.

Inside he felt hurt it was like you took a shot at his ego.

Wasn't he good enough for you.

You would eventually learn to love him as much as he loved you or atleast you would learn to you had if you wanted to keep breathing so he let this one go and stared at the screen blankly.

Jihoon 💝

You were standing in front of a simmering pot as you were adding a bunch of spices to atler the taste of the stew to match the liking of your boyfriend.

You wiped of beads of sweat off your forehead with the sleeve of your dress feeling the fatigue slip in as you had been working since morning around the house.

Turning your attention to the task in front of you deciding to chop up some fresh herbs to add in.

You didn't notice the door click open over the sound of music blasting from a speaker near by as it was the only thing that kept you company in the empty house when he was away.

You don't even remember how you got here one minute you were surrounded by people laughter and conversation filled the air.

That was until you met him.

Now you were alone in the walls of your apartment as he successfully managed to manipulate you into doing whatever he wanted you to do all while acting innocent making you feel like the bad guy.

As you were chopping up the herbs you felt a pair of arm sneak around your waist bringing you closer to his body.

As he leaned in closer to your face you shoved him off except for the fact that you used a little more force than you intended to and he stumbled back hitting the counter.

Before you could react you saw his face drop.

"I work so hard all day long, just so I can provided for you and this is the welcome I get".

He looked at you with glossy eyes

You felt guilt wash over you.

He started to walk away

Only to be followed by you muttering incoherent apologies as he tried his best to hide the stupid little grin of his face.

He had you wrapped around his little finger.

Yoshi 💖

You winced as the door opened letting in a blinding light into an almost pitch black basement that you were in.

You hands and legs were bound with metal chains that rattled as you attempted to shield your eyes from the light.

Which was now blocked by the figure of your lovesick captor.

He walked down the stairs carrying a plate of food which you eagerly eyed.

Its  been long since you had a proper meal.

He crouched down to your eye level

Placing the plate of food infront of you as he studied your face. Leaning in a little. Bringing his face close to yours.

He watched as you recoiled in disgust feeling a little hurt.

But it didn't matter.

"You should be a little more grateful to me you know,  I could always let you starve to death"

With that he left you in the dark once again knowing that the isolation would eventually drive you mad.

Mad enough to actually love him back.

Junkyu 💓

He held your hand dragging you along with him across the amusement park.

Both of had stopped in front of a shooting game where you had shoot off 3 targets to get a prize which was fluffy teddy bear that you had been eyeing throughout your whole trip.

He was determined to get it for you but he kept missing the shot.

He was dead set on getting it for you no matter how long it took but the line behind you was getting longer and he was forced to give up.

You tried to tell him that it was fine but he kept sulking so you decided to get some ice cream to cheer him up as you were waiting in line you felt a tap on your shoulder and saw a tall boy holding up the teddy bear you wanted.

He gave it to you and told you that he saw you looking at it and gave it to you while slipping a note in your other hand containing his number.

He felt jealousy take over him as he watched the scene unfold.

Before you could react he grabbed the paper and crumpled it throwing it into the garbage can followed by the teddy bear.

"She has a boyfriend, you can leave now".

He said as he dragged you along with him.

You shoved him off you.

"Who gave you the right to act like a jealous little kid you aren't even my boyfriend"

With that you left him there all alone in his misery watching you as you stormed out.

He felt an intense pain in his chest watching your figure dissapear.

Why couldn't you love him.

His vision was clouded with tears as he chased after you.

He couldn't let you leave he couldn't live without you.