#kibum drabbles

[mykoreanlove]

Similarities

„Speed dating?“, you asked baffled. „You want me to go speed dating with you?“

Your best friend nodded her head eagerly. „Think about it. Our love life sucks and this way we can meet a lot of guys in a short amount of time. It’s cost efficient!“

Her business major definitely got the best of her. „Can’t you just download tinder or something?“, you whined.

She pushed you off the couch and ushered you to your closet.

„Change into something sexy and let’s go steal some hearts tonight.“

Ever since your heart got stolen years ago you made peace with the state of your love life. A sad heart that was still beating was better than no heart at all, right?

You put on a red dress and fumbled with your pearls, deciding to play along for tonight. „Put on a smile, act cheerily and get through this“, you encouraged yourself while looking in the mirror.

„Hwaiting y/n, hwaiting.“

The event was held in a high class restaurant, almost making you feel out of place. „Are you sure this is the right one?“

Your friend nodded happily. „Yes, come on.“

The interior was all white and minimalistic, turning the place into an elegant adventure. Inside were a lot of people - younger and older, introverted and outgoing, boring to the eyes and drop dead gorgeous.

A group of three caught your eyes immediately - they were all so different in looks, yet united in handsomeness. You nudged your friend and tilted your head in their direction, praying to be matched with one of them.

„I don’t know whom I want to meet first, y/n. The one that looks traumatized by everyone in here, the one with the smoking hot body or the cheeky one that keeps biting his lip.“

You burst out laughing, immediately getting side eyed by other contestants.

„Ahem, can I get everyone’s attention? Welcome to our speed dating event tonight.“

The host, a guys in his late 50s, was visibly happy to accommodate such an event. „We’re going to divide you into groups of six, so you have enough time to get to know each other.“

You scanned the room once more, nervous about who you would meet tonight. „There are no rules but please be open and friendly. Who knows, maybe you’ll meet the love of your life here tonight?“, he chuckled giddily.

You rolled your eyes as hard as you could, not believing in that possibility anymore.

They assigned you to a room and told you to wait for the other participants. You noticed your trembling fingers, getting mad at yourself for being nervous about such a peculiar thing. Minutes after you welcomed the next participant, a stunning woman in her 30s.

She beamed at you excitedly. „Hi girls, nice to meet you.“

You chatted for a while as you waited for the guys to join you. The door flung open and you forgot how to breathe as you realized who had just walked in.

„Hey everybody“, they greeted you. Your best friend pinched your arm, smirking deviously. „Told you it was a good idea.“

Your first speed date was with Kibum. 5 minutes should be enough to decide if you’d like to see him again, right? He was definitely nervous at first, eyeing you up and down. Kibum had a certain vibe about him, like you had visit from royalty. Talking to him was fun as he provided a lot of sassy comments and remarkable stories. He talked a lot with his face, letting you know what he felt without saying a word. You could easily picture spending more time with him watching reality tv and gossiping about people’s fashion choices.

The bell rang loudly, announcing the end of your first date.

„It was my pleasure, y/n“, he waved you off nonchalantly.

Your second date was Minho. „Nice to meet you, y/n“, he said politely.

Minho had a certain charm about him, embodying maturity as well as grace. He definitely seemed grown and grounded. You chatted a bit about hobbies, passions and ambitions before the ball rang again.

He squeezed your hands before getting up, flashing you his warmest smile before moving on to the next girl. You pictured yourself with him but felt a bit distant, fearing days of soccer training and talks about how to invest your money wisely.

Last but not least you had your final date with the youngest of them. Taemin was different than the others, yet he blended into the group perfectly. He was outgoing and bubbly, chatting away and giggling about the most random things. He intrigued you the most but you couldn’t understand why.

You examined his face, blushing slightly as you counted his freckles.

„You’re adorable“, he smiled sweetly at you. Your cheeks turned deep red as he caught you off guard. „Me? Why?“

His answer got caught off in the bell‘s ringing, leaving you disappointed. Taemin noticed right away and leaned over, whispering into your ear.

„Choose me and I’ll tell you why next time, y/n.“

Even after he was long gone you still could feel his lips on your earlobe.

„So, anyone you liked?“, you jumped up and down, eager to know about the other‘s experience.

The older girl shook her head and packed her bags. „They’re all nice but I want someone older. Good luck for you all.“

Your best friend turned to you expectedly. „I’m pretty sure I know who you want to see again.“

Images of Taemin flashed your mind, reddening your cheeks again. You didn’t want to be so obvious though, so you played it cool.

„Which one do you think?“

„Oh please“, she rolled her eyes at you, „it’s obviously Taemin.“

„What makes it so obvious?“

„Well, you’re practically the same person.“

You chuckled proudly. „Oh yeah? Because we’re both gorgeous as hell? Or because of our funny jokes? Quirky personality?“

„No“, her voice was flat, „because you both feel broken.“

Her words felt like a punch to the stomach.

„Broken?“

She looked at you concerned. „Didn’t you see his sad eyes?“

Pictures of Taemin‘s eyes flooded your mind but it was hard for you to decipher sadness in them. You got irritated. „What makes you say that? He was so bubbly and happy. I don’t think he’s sad at all.“

Your best friend sighed, choosing her words carefully.

„Or was he a bit too much? Almost hyper? People, especially with depression, tend to do that a lot, y/n. The bubblier they are, the more they’re concealing their pain. Did you really not notice?“

You did not.

Your friend got up and placed a kiss on the crown of your head. „I guess you have been too occupied with holding up your own bubbly facade to even notice who’s really sitting in front of you.“

Tears perked your eyes, stinging heavily. Your best friend took your face into her hand and made you look at her, a mixture of compassion and bossiness in her gaze. „Don’t do that anymore. Just be real about what you feel. M‘kay?“

[katrinawritesthings]

Kibum/Taemin ; aaaaaa; PG

Taemin thinks maybe he has a new mystery on his hands. Or at the very least, a new opportunity to be annoying. His hand is halfway to the door to knock when it opens again. Kibum looks completely normal, not flustered, not annoyed, either, just casual and average, like that didn't just happen. Taemin smiles wide. If he's that determined to avoid it, then it's definitely an opportunity to be annoying.

Taemin, after going through his fifth rummaging around his room, finally stands in the center of it with his hands on his hips. Well. Shit. He guesses it's not in here. Plan B, he decides, and pivots on his heel.

But where would plan B be? The kitchen, Taemin thinks. At least, that's where he last saw Kibum. Taemin will start there and then–

No, never mind, he'll start right at the corner of the hallway, because as soon as he rounds it, Kibum is there at the other end.

He doesn't see Taemin because his face is in his hands as he walks. His face is also vibrantly pink. As Taemin stands there and watches, Kibum screams, silently, a whispered scream from the back of his throat, for the entire time it takes him to walk down the hallway. He stops just in time to reach Taemin and for Taemin to say, "yeah?"

"Oh my fucking - - hello? Fuck you. What do you want. I'm busy. Go away." And with nothing else, just that borderline scream and then garbled mess of words, Kibum turns into his bedroom and slams the door behind him.

Now what was that all about? Taemin thinks maybe he has a new mystery on his hands. Or at the very least, a new opportunity to be annoying. His hand is halfway to the door to knock when it opens again. Kibum looks completely normal, not flustered, not annoyed, either, just casual and average, like that didn't just happen. Taemin smiles wide. If he's that determined to avoid it, then it's definitely an opportunity to be annoying.

"What do you want for real?" he asks. "Sorry."

"Do you have my hat with all of the teeth on the brim?" Taemin asks. First so he doesn't forget his original mission, and second to give himself time to study Kibum before he makes his move.

"Uh," Kibum says, glancing over his shoulder. "Maybe." He pushes his door open wider, but puts his hands on Taemin's arms, telling him without words to stay there. "Give me a minute," he says. Taemin snorts, but obeys, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He's not allowed into Kibum’s whirlwind of a room. Kibum says he'll mess it up, even though it's already disaster in there. Taemin thinks it's just so he can't see the box of sex toys that Kibum never puts away even though he's embarrassed about them.

While Kibum rummages around his room, Taemin studies him, biting his lip. What was that about.

It wasn't anything that Taemin did. He was all pink and flustered before Taemin even saw him. And if it was about him, Kibum would still be pink and grumpy right now. He wouldn't have opened the door, and he wouldn't have apologized. So it has to be something else.

If it was something external, Kibum would be complaining about it right now. That also Taemin knows. He would be getting an earful. So it must be something internal. Something that Kibum did. And if it was something recent, then Kibum wouldn't have gotten over it so quickly. So it was something that Kibum did a long time ago.

When Kibum drops down to his heels after groping around on his top bunk bed for a minute with the hat in his hands, Taemin is smirking. He waits for Kibum to walk up to him, brushing dust off of the hat, to say with completely ingenuine sympathy, "remember something embarrassing from high school?"

Instantly, Kibum slams the door shut in Taemin's face.

But not so fast that Taemin doesn't see him turning red again.

And then, just as fast, the door opens again. Kibum chucks the hat at him and slams the door shut once more before Taemin can even finish fumbling to catch it. Taemin bursts into laughter. Nailed it.

He burns with the curiosity of a thousand suns to know what exact embarrassing high school memory it was, but he knows Kibum will never tell him. So instead, he calms his laughter and then presses his ear against the door. Muffled curses, stumbling steps, the thump of a body on a bed, the creaking of mattress springs. And then, if Taemin listens hard enough, if he stops breathing for a moment, if everything in the universe aligns just right, he can just barely hear more silent screaming.

Music to his ears.

[gayashawol]

i did a random drabble on wattpad and i don’t know if i should continue or delete it since not a lot of my followers are shawols

a/n: just to keep in mind, reader is imagined as a black man for- *coughs* obvious reasons- *coughs*

Standing right in front of me are 5 most sexiest men in the world — so much that I could feel my eyes melting like somebody was chopping up onions.

All of which had such sexy butts that wiggles every time they walk — all except one, Jonghyun. Instead, he has gigantic boobies that would be able to feed a whole population of infants. They are also pretty sexy too.

There lays a crying sexy man looking at Jonghyun in hopes he could feed him. He walks over to the elder man and turns his teary eyes into a cutesy pout that would be convincing enough to let him budge.

"Hyung, can I have milk?" He asked Jonghyun. His name is Taemin. He was then lifted up with his tiny body and went on his hip. He walked over to an unoccupied bench in which he pulls out a blanket to cover the both of them before he pulls up his shirt and pulls him close, almost like a warm embrace, allowing Taemin to have access to his nipple.

The younger then closes his eyes and begins sucking on the elder's nipple. The others glances at him out of awe. He had just finished his milk 30 minutes ago and he's still hungry. Minho patted his head, with Jonghyun politely asking him to stop — tucking the blanket even tighter around them.

Taemin loved the feeling of being breastfed by Jonghyun. The warm, fresh milk was much better than that store-bought garbage Key got him. He couldn't even finish a cup due to how horrible it was. Plus, he got to cuddle his hyung and have quality time with him in which he never gets much of. Ever since he had found work, it had seemed as if he didn't want to play with him anymore when he was just tired. After all, you can't blame him since he's just a baby.

Meanwhile, Y/N is confused as to why those sexy men are acting so weird. Since it has got nothing to do with him, he just walked away like nothing has happened.

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[spacequokka]

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Kibum sighed, a huff of annoyance barely heard over your giggles and gasps for air. He couldn’t take it anymore. “Honestly, it isn’t that funny.”

You wiped tears from your eyes. “It kinda is. I mean,” you sat up straight and put on a serious expression, “What are the odds of this happening?”

His earthy brown eyes landed on you with a look that bordered on disdain. “You know, we don’t have to do this. We can pretend we had a cordial meal and just tell Minho it was nice but we didn’t feel a spark.”

“And why would I lie about something so stupid?” You bit your lip to keep from laughing again, absolutely delighting in the way things were turning out. Picking up your menu you spoke flippantly, “And I’m hungry. Might as well grab a bite to eat.”

“We hate each other. One would think you’d jump at the chance to get away from me,” he hissed.

You shrugged. “Mm, yeah. But this? Even better. Good food and a chance to watch you squirm.” He rolled his eyes and put his hands on the table, prepared to stand. “And if you ditch me, I will let Minho know. I’ll even encourage him to ask our waitress how you behaved.”

Kibum froze, eyes wide with shock. “That’s—”

“Blackmail? Coercion? Hm, maybe I just know Minho cares about his reputation and will one hundred percent hold it over your head regardless of our personal history.” You leaned closer and added in a whisper, “I couldn’t imagine betraying my best friend like that.”

Minutes ticked by slowly as he drummed his fingers on the dining table, tongue in cheek. He refused to look at you while you calmly sipped your mimosa.

The waitress returned to take your order and he surprised you by picking up his own menu. “Ladies first.”

[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 21: ALT - Flushed Cheeks

Fandom: SHINee

Sickie: Kibum (fever, broken heart)

Caregiver(s): Jinki

Word Count: 1,455

Notes: Heavily based on Kelsea Ballerini's 'the way i used to.' I've been SO into her music lately, and might be writing a few drabbles based on her songs... but this one hit first cause this song is 🔥 ALSO, I'm still not sure how I feel about writing idols in romantic relationships, so this one very vaguely references a past relationship with an unspecified ex. Used 'them' for the ex cause I don't want to assume anything here, but needed to write a heartbreak plot line.

At exactly 2:15am on the dot, Jinki woke up to the sound of his phone crashing to the floor, the vibrations from in an incoming call sending it over the edge of his nightstand. Jinki snapped awake, scrambling for the phone, bleary eyes squinting at screen. Minho. “Hello?”

“Hyung? I’m worried about Kibum.” Minho wasted no time, his voice dead serious. Jinki sat up, rubbing at his eyes to wake himself up faster. “He’d been texting me almost non stop. Real nonsensical things, probably voice to text. But since I’m in L.A., I can’t…” Jinki could practically hear him pinching the bridge of his nose in worry. “Can you please go check on him?”

“Of course.” 

“Thank you. 

*

“Kibum?” Jinki called as he closed the door behind him. It had taken him half an hour to roll out of bed, look presentable enough in case he got pulled over or had to take Kibum to the hospital or something, and drive over to his friend’s apartment. He’d called Kibum three times and texted him to say he was on his way over, but had received no response. Much like now. Thankfully, he had a spare key to get in. “Kibum!” he tried again. Still nothing, except footsteps and murmuring from deeper in the house. Sighing, Jinki toed off his shoes and followed the sounds down the hallway until he found his friend. 

Kibum was pacing back and forth in his living room, fingers tapping on his lower lip as his eyes moved rapidly through space. A notebook and several writing instruments were strewn about the coffee table, coupled with a bottle of tequila and a shot glass, which was currently laying on its side. Kibum’s phone was precariously placed at the very edge of the coffee table. 

“Kibum?”

The younger man startled at Jinki’s voice, having just noticed him for the first time. His hand flew to his chest. “Jinki, what the fuck? When did you get here?”

“Just now. Minho called me. He’s worried sick about you.”

Kibum blinked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “Minho? He’s in California…”

“Yeah, which is why he called me. He said you’ve been sending him some pretty alarming messages?” Kibum frowned, eyes shifting to his phone. His movements were uncharacteristically jerky as he grabbed the device, and began tapping the screen. His face crumpled into more confusion as he scrolled. “What’s… all this?”

Kibum looked up from the phone with wide eyes, as if seeing the mess of his living room for the first time. “Writing.” He knelt down in front of the notebook, fingers caressing the page. 

“Writing what?” Jinki bit his lip, observing Kibum closely. The younger man looked dazed, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed, fingers fidgeting endlessly.

“A song.” 

Jinki had seen Kibum in a writing trance before, but he’d never seen him like this. The pacing, the finger tapping, that was normal. The shaking? The listlessness? That was off. And the drinking… Jinki nodded to himself, something clicking in his brain. He needed to keep Kibum talking. “Why are you writing a song now? It’s 3am!” 

Kibum shrugged. “When the muse awakens, one must heed its call.” His voice trailed off as he scrambled for a pencil and scribbled something in the notebook. 

Jinki shook his head, moving closer to his friend. Kibum flinched, instinctively covering most of the paper with his elbow. He seemed to believe Jinki hadn’t noticed that. So the elder let him, simply nodding towards the bottle. “What’cha drinkin’?”

Kibum’s eyes assessed the tequila. He shrugged. “Not really sure. Just needed something to help the words flow…”

“You know…” Jinki settled onto his knees next to Kibum. The younger man’s body tensed, and he didn’t turn to acknowledge Jinki joining him on the floor. “You’ve always had a knack for writing lyrics. You’ve never mentioned needing help with ‘flow’ or anything. In fact, I thought you said that drinking while writing actually slows down your process…”

“Well, yeah, most of the time it does but, sometimes it…”

“Except.” Kibum’s lips snapped shut. He still refused to meet Jinki’s eyes despite the elder staring at him straight on. “Except when you’re writing about a break up.” Kibum’s eyes could have burned a hole in his table. Jinki let the tense silence carry on for a few heartbeats. “Bummie, are you thinking about them again?” 

Kibum sat still as a statue. Jinki watched him worriedly, observing each inhale and exhale, the beads of sweat at his hairline. He saw Kibum’s eyes move to his phone, and sensed what was about to happen before Kibum could move, snatching the phone up himself. 

“HEY!” Kibum grasped at Jinki’s back as the leader swiveled away from him, unlocking Kibum’s phone and clicking into his messages. Sure enough, the last string of texts Kibum had sent to Minho were all about them. I miss them, Minho. think I fucked up… I should text them, right? It’s been so long. Just to check in. It’s just a phone call? That’s nothing. It was a mistake… all of it. They’ve posted pictures with the same person on Instagram FIVE times recently!!! That doesn’t mean anything, right? I should call…

“Hyung, noooo…” Kibum whined. His hands, buried in Jinki’s shirt stopped pulling backwards, and started pulling down instead. Jinki peeked over his shoulder, watching Kibum’s fingers detach from his shirt as he slumped face first to the floor. 

“Oh, baby.” Jinki shifted around, petting Kibum’s hair. “It’s okay, sweetheart…”

“NO! It’s NOT okay!” Kibum cried into the floor. “They’re in love with SOMEONE ELSE! And it’s NOT FAIR!”

“You don’t know that…”

“I do know! Why else would they have broken up with me?!”

“Sometimes people just aren’t meant to be, Ki…”

“We WERE, I KNOW IT!”

“If that was true, then they wouldn’t have hurt you like this. You loved them so, much, and I know how painful that is to let go of…”

“But they aren’t in love with ME!” A gasping sob. “Why didn’t they love me?!”

Jinki clicked his tongue, his hand moving to rub at Kibum’s shoulders. The younger man crawled forehead, head falling into Jinki’s lap. “Bummie, it’s not your fault. They weren’t your person, and that just means that somewhere out there…”

“Oh, spare me all that ‘other fish in the sea’ bullshit.” Kibum sniffled sharply, rubbing at his eyes. “I don’t want another fish. I want to be their fish.”

“Kibum, come on. You’re not the only one who’s had their heart broken before…”

The younger man scoffed. “Sure, sure. But you don’t get it. You weren’t… this relationship was…” His face screwed shut, a fist placed against his forehead. “Fuck, I loved them, Jinki. I love them. I don’t think I’ve ever loved someone before, not like this.” His eyes turned up at that, tearstained cheeks and all staring at Jinki with such vulnerability the older man felt his own eyes start to sting. 

“I’m so sorry, Kibum. You deserve someone who loves as fiercely as you love them.” Jinki traced a finger down Kibum’s cheek. He paused. Placed his finger back on Kibum’s cheekbone. Then placed his palm on the younger man’s forehead. “Bummie, how long have you had a fever?”

Kibum shrugged. “Maybe two days?”

“Two days?”

Kibum shrugged again. “It’s just work stress…”

“A fever’s never ‘just’ anything. No wonder you’re backsliding again…” Jinki cupped both of Kibum’s cheeks, leaning over him upside down. “Baby, just call me next time. Then we don’t need to go through the pain of recollecting the ex.”

Kibum pouted his lips. “I’m sorry?”

Jinki rolled his eyes. He then very gently pushed at Kibum’s shoulders to sit him up, before standing up himself and holding out his hands. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.”

Kibum took Jinki’s hands and let himself be pulled to his feet. “Are you sure we can’t call them, though? Just to see if…”

“Nope. No calling. The rules were clear when we made them a month ago.”

Kibum pouted. “Minho would let me call…”

“Oh sweetheart, you are so lucky I’m here and not Minho.” Even in his semi-delirious state, Kibum knew to immediately close his mouth. Even though Jinki’s voice was still light, a bright smile still on his lips, anyone who knew him well could see that he was at the edge of his seemingly infinite patience. Honestly, a part of Kibum understood; Jinki was only trying to protect him. Which was why Kibum allowed himself to be led back to his room and cared for by his worried hyung. Because, in the end, even if he was single, he knew what love looked like. He was loved. Very, very loved.

[ideaofheaven]

part 2 for after 2am PLEASE its so good 😭😭😭😭😭

Thank you! A super belated reply because work has been crazy. But apparently writing a smutty drabble for Minho helps so enjoy 😛

Feel free to read this as a stand alone as well.

Word count: 260

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"Come on, baby. Can you take all of me?"

Your head is spinning, not only from the moderate amount of alcohol you took, but from heat. So much heat in this room, on your skin and also from Minho.

“More," you whimper, feeling Minho inside you even deeper now. With every movement, you groan in pleasure, and so does Minho.

"My baby girl is so tight," he grunts before pounding into you faster, making you wail out wantonly. "And so loud." He chuckles, voice low and mocking.

"Shut up." You grit out in between pants. Both of you are definitely not sober, not in this insane party Kibum has thrown. After a few cups of Kibum's special punch, Minho was once again ready to have a "discussion" with some group of irritable guys, so you pulled him away to distract him with a kiss. The simple peck transformed into a full blown make out, and transported you from the common area to one of the empty rooms, with Minho impatiently undressing you.

Suddenly, Minho stops moving. The change of movement startles and pisses you off, so you open your mouth to complain, only to have Minho grabbing your cheek and jaw.

"Did you just tell me to shut up?"

"No, Minho I—"

"I think you got the wrong name, baby girl." He finally moves his hips again, but leaning away and you can feel his cock leaving your wet cavern.

“Daddy.” You immediately say, too intoxicated to think.

He smirks.

“That’s my good girl.”

It’s going to be a long night.

[flurrys-creativity]

Flurry's Tipsy Drabbles

Since the link space on the collaborative masterlist is limited, I made a sub-masterlist with only the drabbles I wrote.

All the other drabbles by the other amazing authors can be found here.

8 drops of poison - Ateez (OT8) - sfw, PG-15

Amber Moon - Hyunjin (Stray Kids) - sfw, PG-13

Astro Pop - Jinjin (Astro) - sfw, PG-13

Bijou - Huta (BtoB’s Minhyuk) - sfw, PG-13

Black thorn - Yunho (Ateez) - sfw, PG-15

Breakfast martini - Minghao (Seventeen) - sfw, PG-15

Cobra’s Fang - Kibum (SHINee) - sfw, PG-13

Damn the weather - Hwasa (Mamamoo) - sfw, PG-13

Flying Kangaroo - Chan (Stray Kids) - sfw, PG-13

Holiday Punch - Hajoon (The Rose) - sfw, PG-13

Old fashioned - Jinyoung (GOT7) - sfw, PG-13

Porchcrawler - Christian Yu (DPR Ian) - sfw, PG-13

Shark bite - Joshua (Seventeen) - sfw, PG-13

Suffering Bastard (1) - Johnny (NCT) - sfw, PG-15

  -> Dying Bastard (2) - Johnny (NCT) - sfw, PG-15

  –> Dead Bastard (3) - Johnny (NCT) - sfw, PG-15

Super Fox - Donghyuk (iKon) - sfw, PG-13

Swimming Pool - Lay (EXO) - sfw, PG-13

White Lady - Jessi - sfw, PG-15

[sunflowercheol]

Skeletons

Kibum x Y/N

Word Count: 207

Warnings: curse word(s)

A/N: sorta unedited lol

31 Days of Halloween | Main Masterlist

“Why did we have to go through this creepy place?” Kibum whispers harshly as he tugs on your sleeve. 

“It’s the faster way home, and because SOMEONE didn’t want to go home yet,” you emphasize, making direct eye contact with him. “We couldn’t leave when it was early. Now we have to walk back and to make up for it, you will walk through this.”

“No because what kind of person thinks that hiding skeletons in the freaking alley to be funny?” he hisses as he grabs onto your arm. 

“I don’t see anything wrong with it?” you hold in a laugh as he tightens his grip on your arm. 

“Nothin- OH HOLY FUCK,” Kibum screams and jumps back, placing you in front of him when a skeleton pops up from a sitting position. 

“Wow, thanks for saving my life,” you mutter sarcastically when he finally calms down. 

“No cause why are bones so scary? We literally ARE bones- AHHH!” he screeches and takes off to the exit of the alley leaving you by yourself. 

“Yup, that will be some good blackmail,” you laugh as you take your phone out of your pocket. You save the video and casually walk towards the exit where Kibum took off.

[inspired-by-the-music]

Drabbles by Ash

BTS 

TXT

ASTRO

SEVENTEEN

SHINee

NCT 127

WayV

NCT Dream

BTOB

EXO

ATEEZ

Monsta X

Super Junior

SuperM

[prettywordsyouleft]

If there's any drabble slots left for the Chelle Chat, could I please request some fluffy Boyfriend!Key? Maybe something where you're both idols but you two managed to get some time off to go on a vacation (that second part is just an idea and feel free to ignore it, I'm sure anything you come up with will be great ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️)

Ooh, a second SHINee story! I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Kim Kibum x reader

Word count: 256

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You had never timed something as well as this vacation. And now that it had finally occurred, all you had done since arriving at your hotel was argue.

“I want to go sight-seeing!”

“There are boutiques I want to hit up first,” Kibum retorted, uncaring when you folded your arms across your chest. “You can pout all you like but you’ll never hear the end of it if I don’t get to that one store in the plaza we passed on the drive here. Heck, I should have just stopped there first.”

“You’re being unreasonable! We’re here to relax and enjoy the sights!”

“And we’re also here to do things we enjoy, Y/N. And I like shopping!”

“Fine then! You go shop. I’ll go join a tour group.”

“Sounds good to me!”

Fifteen minutes later you had both prepared to go your separate ways, despite going on holiday together. You stood in front of him the entire ride down in the elevator, not wishing to see Kibum’s face right now. 

Right when you went to exit the elevator, he pulled you back into him, hitting the close door and top floor buttons. You scrambled in his grip until Kibum lowered his head to your neck, breathing you in. “I don’t want to go shopping alone.”

“I don’t want to sight-see alone either.”

As he softly kissed your neck, you rolled your head back and reached for his hands around your waist, holding them in your own. “Let’s make up and then go do both things, okay?”

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[katrinawritesthings]

Kibum/Taemin ; booger boy ; PG

Do we not all deserve little a Taemin annoying Kibum

"Oh, hold on," Taemin says. He's noticed something else on Kibum's pretty and cool and lovely face. "You have an eye booger." He reaches up and very gently pushes the pad of his middle finger into the inner corner of Kibum's left eye, scooping up the little bit of white goop.

Kibum is so pretty. With his delicate lips and his brown eyes and his pretty scar. And he's so cool. With his big hands and his deep voice and his cool scar. And he's so good at everything. With his cooking and his designing and his makeup on his scar.

Taemin might be focusing a little overmuch on his scar, but it's hard not to, in this position. On his stomach, between Kibum's legs, lower half on the couch, upper half on his torso, just looking at him. Watching him as he watches tv behind Taemin. He likes Kibum so much. It's kind of gay. He likes the scar so much that it's definitely gay.

He likes it so much that he decides that he's going to reach up and touch it, brush his thumb gently over his eyebrow. Kibum arches the eyebrow when he does, looking down at him.

"Yes?" Kibum asks. Taemin smiles up at him.

"You're my boyfriend and I like you," he says.

Kibum smiles back at him. But it's a comfortable smile, confident, fond. A smile that says he knows that he is Taemin's boyfriend and he knows that Taemin likes him. Taemin can't have that. He wants pink cheeks and an annoyed frown when he gives Kibum compliments. It's the only time Kibum ever slips up, and he deserves being a little flustered sometimes, and Taemin loves the way he looks when he's trying not to smile. He cups Kibum's cheek, pinching it gently, and softens his smile to one that he knows will melt Kibum's heart.

"You're my girlfriend and I love you," he says quietly.

And there he goes. It's not obvious, but it is a slight widening of Kibum's eyes, the slightest pink tinge over his cheeks, and his mouth actually popping open for a second before he closes it and purses his lips.

"Shut up, gremlin," he says. Taemin obeys, just smiling at him, pleasant, comfortable, counting the seconds in his head, counting the shades of pink that Kibum goes through before he takes a deep breath. "I love–"

"Oh, hold on," Taemin says. He's noticed something else on Kibum's pretty and cool and lovely face. "You have an eye booger." He reaches up and very gently pushes the pad of his middle finger into the inner corner of Kibum's left eye, scooping up the little bit of white goop. When he has it, he takes his hand back to himself and looks at his finger to make sure it's there. It is. Then he brings it closer to himself and–

"Do not eat–" Kibum starts, and then Taemin licks it up off of his finger. Instantly, Kibum's mouth curls into a scowl, blush lessening by the second until it disappears completely, eyes narrowing and eyebrows furrowing so that his scar looks even prettier and cooler than ever. Taemin rearranges the eye booger into his mouth so he can swallow it, smiling broadly up at Kibum the entire time, proud of himself.

"You were telling me you love me," he prompts helpfully so they can get back to their conversation.

"I would never love someone like you, nasty," Kibum grumbles. He puts his hand on Taemin's head and pushes him down on his chest so they can't look at each other anymore.

Taemin knows that he's lying, and he can hear his heart beating fast underneath his ear, so he doesn't mind.

[tangylemonade]

𝙲𝚕𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙺𝚎𝚢 𝚡 𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚋 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

⚠︎︎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: 𝚂𝚎𝚡 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 (𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚍 ☺︎︎).

𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙽𝙸

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝟷.𝟽𝚔

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎. 𝙱𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 @hyunsuks-beanie ♡︎

𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 & 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌���𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑!

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

“Honey, if you can’t keep that pretty mouth of yours quiet, this won't happen.”

As you danced seductively against the slightly tipsy man in a slightly tipsier state, you turned to face him and his hands naturally found rest on your inviting hips. You put your hands over his shoulders and leaned closer to him so your voice would reach his ears over the surging of the loud music.

“I’ve got my own drama baby, I’m not trying to make anymore.” You purred at him.

His eyes followed your lips, completely entranced by the way they moved.

“I’m not sure if I should be doing this right now.” He mumbled to himself. His eyes watched your lips and only the thought of their taste in his mind.

“Then why are you here, pretty boy? You trying to play games with me?” You questioned, leaning into his ear so that your lips were dangerously close to his skin.

You felt his grip tighten around you as he pulled you closer to his body.

“Let’s take this somewhere a little more private.” He whispered against you, sending goosebumps across your skin.

With that he slipped away for a cold moment before coming back with a host who led you two to a private room in the back. He’d clearly been here before if he had a room he could get with one word. The door closed behind you and the music was now only a hum in the background.

“So you must come here often?” You said leaning back against the door, a safe distance away from him who just moments before you were pressed against. But it was different when the lights were dim and the music was loud, now you could hear your pounding heart.

“It’s good to go to places with staff who value their job more than gossip.” He said rather nonchalantly as he swirled his drink.

“I take it I’m not the first person you’ve brought back here.” You asked although not sure why you were prying nervously for information that didn’t really concern you.

He tilted his head at that and a slight smile twitched in the corner of his lips before answering.

“I don’t frequent clubs but when I do go to one I come here, they know me. But to answer your question no, you are not the first person I’ve brought back here, but you’re the first one I’ve brought back here to fuck.”

You blinked at his response as your heart fluttered with excitement. You never did stuff like this. I mean you were just trying to let off a little steam after work, no way you would see yourself dirty dancing with a celebrity, and definitely not one as big as Key. In your defense though, he was staring at you first. But the moment you locked eyes with him you knew there was no way you were going home tonight without having some fun.

He set his drink on the table before walking towards you, placing him self intoxicatingly close.

Your back was now completely pressed against the door, his hands once again caressing your body through your tight dress. While his hands were busy on you, yours took a chance to touch his face, responding to his silent question and encouraging him to kiss you. And as soon as his lips were on yours, you felt him let out a breath no doubt in relief after finally quenching a portion of his curiosity.

But even though he was devouring your taste it still wasn’t enough, he needed you, all of you.

You felt his hands play with your zipper and you let out a soft moan to let him know to proceed, your lips too busy with his to say anything more. But that was all the confirmation he needed because you soon felt the cold of the wall touch your skin causing your back to arch and your body to press into him. You felt his warm body and his arousal press into you.

He pulled the dress off of your shoulders and you helped by pulling it down your body leaving you only in a pair of lacy panties and heels. Seeking to even the playing field, you finished unbuttoning his already tousled shirt before pulling it off. Your next target was his belt which you removed swiftly while he was occupied with decorating your neck and shoulder with kisses and gentle blushes.

Before you could do more he pulled you against him and lifted your legs around him. You followed suit and tucked them around his waist and then he moved you to the couch before laying you down and hovering above you. The simple silver chain around his neck dangled down and tickled your skin. You hooked a finger into it and Kibum moved with your tug so as not to break it, leaving him back at your lips to satisfy your craving for another taste.

His hand that wasn’t holding him up hungrily roamed your soft skin as it traced circles into your hips and massaged your breasts, not forgetting to give attention to the sensitive nipples. You moaned into his mouth and he swallowed it up. Your hands now realizing their emptiness made quick work with his zipper so one of them could find its way down the band of his pants. You finally coaxed a moan out of him the moment your hand began caressing his sensitive member and you satisfyingly swallowed it.

“Take this off.” You finally said in a whisper and he simply responded with a soft grunt before quickly standing to remove the rest of his clothes. As soon as his remaining clothes were gone, he was back with you. Your hand made a second pass at him but this time your plan was foiled and instead your hands were pinned above you.

You chuckled. “What? You like playing rough.” You bantered.

“Honey, this is nothing. But I could show you rough if you’d like.” He replied with a smirk.

“Oh can you? Maybe next time pretty boy, this time I just want you to fuck me.”

He responded with a kiss and you made a mental note about how he didn’t reject your saying next time. You were pulled out of your thoughts by the feeling of his finger plunging into you, the sound of your gasp causing him to hum with pleasure. He skillfully maneuvered inside of your pussy all while his thumb played with your clit. You felt him throbbing against you with every mewl you breathed, the slick sound of your wetness informing him of your readiness and making it harder for him to wait.

“Are you ready?” He asked, his hand now rolling on a condom that he pulled from a drawer near the couch before he prepared himself at your entrance. Too desperate to use your words, you simply lifted yourself towards him as you looked into his eyes. The command was received and well applied when you felt the stretch of his shaft filling you. Your head tilted back in sweet protest and you wrapped your arms around him as he slowly bottomed out inside you. You heard him moan directly in your ear as he rested his head besides yours, your tightness an absolute danger to his self control as he told himself not to move until you were ready.

You set the pace and let him know your readiness by lifting your hips up and earning a throaty moan from him. Just as soon as he got the green light, he took over the pacing as he answered back with a skillful roll into you, your hands wrapping around him to anchor yourself as the pace slowly quickened.

Your moans quickly filled the room strung along together by a few oh my gods and few choice curses with fuck taking the lead as your favorite.

And fuck indeed you hazily thought as your mind blanked from the pleasure. Delicate and hungry kisses littered your skin and his free hand was back on its insatiable search for the impossible task of feeling all of you at once, only pausing when he felt the sting of your nails in his arm.

Your act pulled a moan from him that paired with the perfection of his rhythm sent shivers across your skin and a knot forming in your stomach.

The speed in which the knot threatened to break was heightened when he gave your clit some much needed attention, his pace increased as he drilled into you as his own high got closer.

Your orgasm crashed into you with a force that left the sting of tears in your eyes. As the intensity of the waves washed over you he continued to chase his own which followed soon after. He didn’t stop until it was impossible to continue and with that he collapsed against you, spent. You could hardly catch your breath as you tried to clear your mind from the post orgasm haze.

After a moment he had the energy to get up and to your dismay, pull out of you. He disposed of the condom before starting the search for his scattered clothes.

“Leaving so soon?” You asked, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice.

“Well, I’d love to spend more time with you but I have schedules tomorrow so…” he trailed off as a new thought took over his sentence. “Why? You wanna come home with me?”

He asked the question in a very insouciant way as he buckled his belt but for some reason you felt like he meant it.

“I don’t want to impose…”

Kibum wasn’t sure exactly why he was inviting you, a complete stranger, to his house but he couldn’t help it. Hell, he was still baffled as to why he trusted you so much.

“…but I suppose I can’t think of a reason not to.”

He chuckled. “Maybe because I’m a complete stranger. Maybe because I don’t even know your name.”

“Y/N. Pleasure to meet you.” You joked as you stood and collected your panties and dress off of the floor. You felt his eyes exploring your form greedily as you pulled your clothes back on, your body wiggling to slip back on the dress that now seemed a little suffocating.

“Anyhow,” you said, standing close to him with your hands resting on his chest. “I think I’m a lot scarier than you.”

You used the close proximity to steal a cheeky kiss before turning around and picking up your phone to call a designated driver to take you home.

“Catch you later, pretty boy.” You said, slipping you phone number in his pocket and heading out the door.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴!

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[astralsweetness]

Idk if you're writing for him, I saw you mention him, but if you are.. Shinee's Key for the drabble request, with degradation and humiliation? I just think he needs to be (consensually) insulted a bit you know.. 😳

You know what, why not Warnings: Ballgag, un-described bondage, humiliation, degradation that is harsher than the stuff i usually write (but isn't all that harsh anyway), reader's gender neutral but references having a dick/strap

The thing about Kibum is that he's loud, even outside of the bedroom, if he thought he was being slighted or cheated in some way.

And so, really, there was only one solution to this issue. His pretty pink lips are stretched tight around the ball gag, and though he's pinned you with a fierce glare you're unfazed by it. Saliva glistens on his lips and you distantly wonder how long it'll be before he's got a shiny trail of it on his chin, can almost envision the dark red he'll turn in embarrassment and shame at being made a mess of without you even touching him.

"You sure look angry, but isn't this relative silence nice? I don't have anyone spitting insults at me about how I'm not doing a good enough job or begging me to go quicker." And, oh, it's delicious the way his eyes widen when you mention him begging, like he wants to protest but can't because he's gagged. (And, regardless, he does beg.)

His fists are still clenched tight around the key you'd given him, his way of safe-wording with his mouth blocked, so you don't mind pushing a bit further. Your fingers toy nonchalantly with the head of his cock, ignoring the muffled cry he gives as you smear some of the wetness around his heated skin. "I guess there is a downside to this. I do love hearing you beg for my dick - even if I wanted to fuck your throat you'd beg for it, wouldn't you Kibum?"

Obviously he says nothing, but he shakes his head vehemently once he knows you're looking - even gagged with his dick leaking pre-cum he was a brat. No surprise there.

"Oh, don't lie to me sweetheart. You know you can't help yourself. My sweet little cock-slut, isn't that right Kibum?" His face has flushed scarlet at your saccharine insults, but still, he doesn't shy away from your hand caressing his cheek. Amongst all this fun there was still a tender line of connection between the two of you. "Maybe once I see some tears I'll take the gag out and let your mouth be of more use."

[blu-joons]

pairing: kim kibum x reader

word count: 534 words

prompt: funny

summary: the two of you find yourself in stitches as once again you break into laughter with kibum by your side

Your hand clutched at your side as you found yourself rolling off of the sofa and onto the floor, hearing the sound of Kibum slapping his hand against the top of his leg as he too tried to control himself.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” he roared after finding a moment in between breaths to yell, “I have never heard you make that noise before.”

“It’s your fault,” you cried out from the cold floor, “you made me laugh.”

You had never made a noise like it, you couldn’t describe it however much you wanted to as you found yourself snorting in laughter. Kibum had managed to find the perfect way to tickle your funny bones and leave you in hysterics.

He was relatively composed until your snort came, enough to tip him over the edge. He loved your laugh at the best of times, but hearing it as you seemed to lose control was like music to his ears.

“I so wish that I’d recorded that,” Kibum added as he rolled onto his side to look over the sofa and to where you were on the floor. “Why are you down there?”

“I fell,” you pouted as you began to calm yourself down.

Kibum stretched his arm out for you to take his hand, helping to pull you up as you straightened your shirt back out with your other hand. You thought you were calm, until you met Kibum’s eyes and the smile he was trying to control.

It didn’t take long for him to start laughing again though as he looked at you, accidentally letting go of your hand and sending you falling back against the floor, hitting the back of your head on the wooden floorboards.

“Ouch!” You yelled out, bringing your hand to the back of your head.

“S-sorry,” Kibum chuckled as he glanced down at your again, offering his hand out too, “I promise I won’t drop you this time, just don’t look into my eyes.”

With a sigh you took his hand and allowed him to pull you up, feeling his hand press against the back of your head to make sure that it was alright too. Your frame leant against the sofa as soon as you were up, slowly pulling yourself up onto it.

“I’ve not laughed like that in a long time,” Kibum admitted as he calmed himself down once again, “I hate how much you make me laugh sometimes.”

“I can’t help being funny,” you joked as you flopped down on the sofa and sunk back into the cushions, “my sides are hurting so much right now.”

“I think I can feel the laughter lines forming on my face,” Kibum dramatically replied, placing his hands underneath his eyes, “my face will wrinkle early if you keep making me laugh like this.”

“How’s that my fault?” You chuckled innocently back to him.

“Never make a noise like that again,” he warned you, “I really do think I’ll lose control if I ever hear you snort like that again.”

“That’s your fault for making me laugh,” you challenged, “it’s your fault for being so funny that I snorted.”

“This is because we’re both a hoot.”

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[cloudy-with-a-chance-of-chaos]

When you're not used to low temperatures ~ Super Junior scenario

A.N.: This is my first scenario *ever* so I hope you enjoy it! It's inspired by the oddly cold winter in Brazil, to which I am most definitely NOT used to lol Genre: fluffWarnings: This is ot15 based BUT Hangeng, Sungmin and Ryeowook are NOT included as they are all married/dating publicly. In respect to their partners, I decided not to write.

Leeteuk:

You kept tossing and turning in bed, clutching the duvet to your body to warm you up. You didn't want to wake him up, but the cold weather was taking a toll on you and you couldn't stop shivering.

"Jagiya..." Leeteuk whispered with his eyes still closed. "Are you ok?"

"I'm terrific." you stammered, pulling the duvet closer.

Leeteuk opened his eyes, moving his arm under the blanket to touch your face.

"Y/N, you're freezing."

"Maybe I am." you whispered, leaning into his touch. "You're so warm, oh God."

He chuckled and kissed the tip of your nose only to get up from bed.

"Wait, no. Where are you going?"

"To get you something, I know I have some around here." he said, shuffling through his drawers. "Does your hoodie has pockets?"

"It does. Why?"

"Heating pads." he answered, laying down beside you again. "They're made for pain, but they're also really warm. Here, put it on your pocket."

You took the heating pad from his hands and shoved it into the hoodie pocket.

"This feels nice." you said, still shivering, and he scooched closer to you, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Do you feel any better?"

"I would feel a lot better if you were just a little bit closer..." you answered, inching closer to his lips, making him chuckle before kissing you back.

"How about now?" he murmured against your lips, his warm breathing on your cold skin making you shiver.

"You're so warm you could be my particular sun, jagiya. Thank you." you closed your eyes again, sighing.

Leeteuk wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. He was warmer than the heating pad and the sweet smell of fabric softener on his sweater made his embrace even comfier.

"I'll warm you up, don't worry." he kissed the top of your head as you snuggled against his chest.

Heechul:

Getting to Heechul's apartment had never been so difficult. With the snow, the traffic was chaotic and on top of that you weren't properly dressed for Seoul's harsh winter - your coat was doing a poor job in keeping you warm and when you ringed the doorbell of Heechul's home, you were shivering and shaking.

"I thought you weren't coming anymore." Heechul muttered as he opened the door for you.

"Don't you even get me started, traffic was a concrete and motorized jungle because of the snow." you complained, taking off your shoes as you got in.

"Oh, but it's looking pretty from my window." he smirked and you glared at him as you took off your coat.

Heechul laughed and kissed your cheek, taking you into his arms.

"I know, it's freezing outside, it's freezing everywhere. Do you want some warm tea? We can just drink it and watch a movie under the blankets." he took you to the living room, playing with your hands.

"Sounds awesome, actually." you rubbed your arms to warm them as Heechul went to the kitchen to put the water to boil. "Can I borrow one of your sweaters? Mine isn't doing what it's supposed to do..."

Heechul chuckled and nodded so you walked straight into his bedroom to fetch one of his sweaters for you. He didn't need to know you weren't planning on giving it back. When you went back to the living room, Heechul's voice reached you.

"You know, you could stay for dinner too. We could order something, maybe open a couple bottles of soju." he gave you a smile. That smile and you rolled your eyes.

"And I could stay over, and tomorrow you could skip work and we could eat breakfast in bed and never get up." you completed and he hummed, satisfied.

"It's amazing how well you can always guess my deep dark desires."

"You have been saying this exact same sentence for a whole month every time I come over." you laughed.

"Me? I have not!" he walked to you with that mischievous smile of his. "I just think why would you leave if you have a perfect bed for you to sleep in here?"

Heechul placed his hands on your waist and softly kissed you, making your whole body feel warm.

"Maybe if you get us some blankets and let me pick a movie to watch, I'll stay this time." he pouted.

"You're not going to pick Frozen 2 are you?"

"No, movies with snow are banned."

"Then I'll get the blanket from Frozen." he let go of you, running into his room before you could complain. "It's either the movie or the blanket, your choice!"

"Fine!"

Yesung:

"Why can't we never agree on a movie to watch?" you asked, sitting on the couch

"It's because all of them are always great. If I could stay over, we could watch all of our picks." Yesung said as he set up the movie.

"Well, I don't plan on letting you face the freezer that is outside, so yes, you can stay over."

Yesung smiled shyly and sat down beside you, wrapping your shoulders with his arms and kissing your temple.

"If you're hungry we could order something."

"I think you read my mind." you cuddled closer to him, wrapping his waist with your arms and he smiled.

As the movie went on and you relaxed into Yesung's embrace, the coldness of the day started creeping on you again. You tried to shrug it off, hugging him tighter. You didn't want to bother him with complaints, not when he was so comfortable on you, but he noticed before you could say anything.

"Y/N, you're shivering. Is it too cold here for you?"

"No, it's fine" you snuggled up to him, being hit by his sweet perfume scent.

"I know you're not used to this weather, why would you lie about it?" he rubbed your arms, sending goosebumps all over you.

"I'm not lying, I'm fine."

Yesung stared at you with a piercing look and took his arms from you, slightly annoyed.

"What are you doing?" you complained, crossing your arms. He didn't answer.

Instead he got up and went into your bedroom. You could hear him rummaging through your wardrobe, but didn't dare to ask again what was he doing. He came back with a blanket from your bed and a sweater he found on your things.

"Put it on." he commanded and you simply abided, taking the sweater from his hands. He looked so moody as you were putting on the sweater you felt bad for lying.

While you were dressing yourself up, he took a few pillows from the sofa and placed them side by side on its corner, unfolding the blanket and lying down, looking at you expectantly. You stared at him, slightly puzzled.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I lied. I didn't want to burden you with complaints..."

"Well, if you allow me to take care of you without thinking you're burdening me, our movie night could be a lot more interesting." he gestured to the pillow beside his, asking you to lay with him. Watching Yesung in sweatpants and that black sweater made you feel warm inside.

"I love you." you murmured, covering your mouth as soon as the words slipped out without your consent.

Yesung was a little taken aback, neither of you had ever said it before, but he smiled as you took your place by his side, still covering your embarrassment with your hands.

"I love you too." he replied, pushing your hands away and planting a sweet kiss on your lips.

You laid into his embrace, still a bit shy, and cuddled comfortably under the blanket. Your eyes felt heavy as the movie continued and you fell asleep, only to wake up the next morning with him softly snoring in your arms.

Kangin:

You rolled on the bed when you heard Kangin opening the front door.

"Yeoboya!" he called and you let out a groan, covering your head with the duvet. "Where are you? You're not- are you ok?" you heard his voice ask much closer to you now.

"As a matter of fact, I am not." you grunted, pushing the duvet away from your face.

"What's gotten to you?" he approached, laying a hand on your forehead. "Y/N, you got a fever, is it the flu?"

"Maybe. Maybe it's just a cold. Or it could be pneumonia." you sniffled, closing your eyes.

"How the hell did you manage to get this sick in two days? I work for two days and you're in bed rest?"

"I don't know, Kangin-ah! It's the winter, you know I'm not used to this cold weather..."

"It's my fault for walking you back home instead of driving you safely."

"It's not your fault, yeoboya... I just need to get used to it, and to be warm right now." you shivered under the covers.

Kangin sighed, taking a strand of hair from your face, tightening the duvet around your body.

"Let me take care of you, ok?" you nodded with a sigh and Kangin left your room.

You tried to nap while he was away, but the sound of him doing whatever he was doing on your kitchen kept you awake and alert. After a while you smelled something savory coming from the kitchen and it didn't take much longer for Kangin to show up at your door again, holding a tray with what seemed like a really hot plate on it.

"What's this?" your voice sounded lower than you intended, causing his forehead to frown.

"Soup. To make you feel better and warmer. Also brought some meds you should take and water so you'll stay hydrated."

That made tears of joy well up on your eyes.

"You are so lovable, so kind. I love you for taking care of me."

"Well, I take care of you because I love you, Y/N. I'll help you out, come here." he said, placing the tray on your nightstand and helping you sit down - his touch was soft and firm, keeping your body steady as you felt dizzy.

Kangin sat down beside you, gently feeding you spoons of soup and insisting that you'd take your medicines. After taking those dishes back to the kitchen, he came back to lay at your side, pulling you to his arms.

"You should rest, Y/N. Don't worry, I'll be here when you wake up."

"You know, you'll be a great dad someday." you muttered, feeling your eyes closing against your will.

"I'll need to be a great husband before that." he chuckled, planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

"You just need to ask it." you suddenly dropped it, feeling not as much embarrassment as you would feel if you were on your perfect senses.

"I hope you don't remember this in the morning. Otherwise you're just straight up ruining my surprise..." he whispered making you smile on his warm hug before drifting off.

Shindong:

"I really need to get used to these late recordings..." you muttered to yourself as you paced around, waiting for your boyfriend to come out of work and take him home.

"Well, this is a nice surprise." Shindong commented when he found you behind the cameras. "When did you get here?"

"A while ago." you said, letting him hug you warmly.

"Are you waiting for too long? I'm sorry, I didn't think the recording would extend so much."

"No, it's ok, I'll wait. Don't be in a hurry, ok? You're looking great up there and doing an amazing job." Shindong smiled sheepishly at you and nodded.

He went back after you kissed him good luck and the recording restarted. Lots of takes later, you were shivering as they finally finished and your boyfriend came to meet you.

"How did it go? Did you enjoy watching it?" he asked.

"I did, I always do." you said, hugging yourself to keep your body warm.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yes, of course. It's just that the temperature has been dropping too fast and I'm not exactly used to it..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I should-"

"Shindong-ssi!" someone called him, interrupting you both and, although he seemed annoyed, he answered and went to find out why was he needed now.

You could hear from the distance as he seemed to scold someone and suddenly change his tone into a really kind and calm one, smiling to yourself.

"You look so important, so bossy and leader-ish."

"Oh do I?" he chuckled, taking off his coat and wrapping you in it. It sent a wave of warmth all over your body, but you weren't sure about using it.

"Won't you get cold?" you asked.

"I'm definitely not worried about that, I'm used to this winter, but you? You'll get sick or something, so I might as well help to keep you warm." he answered wrapping you in a quick hug and then holding your hand.

"You're ready to go?"

"I'm ready since I arrived." he joked. "What about we stop for food? Dine outside for a change?"

"That doesn't sound bad..." you smiled, taking him by the hand towards the parking lot. Not only his coat warming your body, but his bright mood warmed you inside, making your whole day get better just by holding his hand.

Eunhyuk:

You and Eunhyuk have been texting each other all day long, anxious to meet each other. It was your anniversary and the evening couldn't come soon enough. You planned a nice home cooked dinner and before it was ready, he arrived, excitedly running to you in the kitchen lifting you off the floor directly into his arms.

"Oh, hi there." you greeted him and he kissed you passionately.

"Hi. I missed and I love you."

"I missed and I love you too, baby." you cupped his cheeks and kissed him again. "Happy anniversary to us."

"Happy anniversary to us." he said, letting go of you an quickly running back to the front door. He returned with a flower bouquet and a wide smile when he saw your expression.

Lots of kisses and cuddles later, dinner was ready and you sat down to enjoy it together, phones turned off so your night would be only yours.

"What do you want to do for the rest of the night?" Eunhyuk asked while taking the dishes to the sink and you smirked, making his cheeks turn red. "What's that devilish smile for? Aish, and you say I have a dirty mind."

"You're mistaking me, sir, I didn't say a thing. You're the one with the thoughts." he chuckled and sat back down in in front of you, reaching for your hand over the table. "Let me do the dishes and then we can decided on what we'll do."

"I should do the dishes since you cooked, baby, let me do it." he said, getting up from his seat, but you reached the sink faster.

"I'll do it quicker than you could ever do." you joked. "The sooner I finish, the sooner we can spend time together."

Eunhyuk pouted, unsatisfied, but you were already washing the dishes before he could stop you. As you made yourself busy, he picked his phone to check his messages, but all of your complaints and annoyed exclamations distracted him from his focus.

"Everything alright there?" he asked, looking at you over his shoulders.

"Everything is fine." you answered harshly and sighed. "It's just that because of the cold, the water is freezing and my hands hurt."

"Let me do it then, warm up your hands!" he got up from his seat, taking off his blazer and folding his sleeves. "I don't want you to hurt yourself doing housework, or anything else for that matter. Let me do it for you."

"You are the sweetest, Hyuk, but the water is really cold, it's gonna hurt you too."

"It's not a big deal, Y/N, you're simply not used to this type of cold winters like I am." he said right before opening the water and sinking his hands in it. He let out a gasp of shock and pain, making you laugh.

"I told you it was cold!" you said as he closed the tap.

"Ok, you were right, this is frozen. Gosh, I think my fingers will fall off!"

"You are such a baby, I was in there much longer than you."

"And that is precisely why you're shaking." he pointed out as you tried to stop shivering. "What do you say we leave the dishes for later, for tomorrow morning, and go warm ourselves on the couch." he said, hugging you.

"We should take a warm bath and get into comfy clothes." Eunhyuk let out a giggle.

"A bath sounds like a good idea..."

"You have such a dirty mind."

"I didn't say a thing!" he protested, making you chuckle and you tip toed to kiss his lips, letting his embrace warm you up.

Siwon:

"We should've called a cab. Or an Uber. Or taken the bus! Anything sounds better than this now." you complained to Siwon as you walked arm-in-arm down the street.

"I thought it would be nice to go for a walk after dinner." he glanced at you. "You said yourself it has been a while since we had a date like this, going to dinner, walking, talking, you know, like real couples do?"

"I know I said that. And we are a real couple. And I do enjoy these dates. It's just that's a terrible idea to do it in winter."

"Well, it's not snowing so it's doable."

"Say for yourself, I'm freezing here."

Siwon fell silent for a few moments, taking your hands in his. You didn't mean to sound so moody but the cold wasn't really your thing.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to complain about your idea." you said, laying your head on his shoulder as you crossed the street to a side with restaurants and bars.

"It's ok, I know you're not on your habitat. But we can still enjoy." he shined his dimpled smile to you, which improved your mood in 200%.

You kept wandering for a while, Siwon showing different sights he found interesting, but in the middle of the night, not much of it were open to visitors - like the small bookstores and art galleries.

"Honey, I think I've hit my limit here." you commented as you entered a side street. "I'm really, really cold, Siwon-ah..."

"It's a good thing we arrived, then." he smiled at you, stopping by the door of a warmly decorated place.

Its doors were closed but you could see people inside under the yellow lights, sipping smoking hot drinks.

"What is this place, a cafe?" you asked, trying not to smile too obviously.

"Yeah, something like that. When you were freezing I thought I'd surprise you with a warm drink in a warm place before we head home." he said with a smile and held your hand.

"I'm sorry I ever complained about your ideas, you are the best ever, I swear!" you giggled, getting on your tip toes to plant a kiss on his cheek and he chuckled.

"Let's just get inside and drink something warm. Then we can call a cab and I'll take you for a walk in summer."

"You see, that's one of the many many reasons why I love you."

Zhoumi:

"Honey, I don't want to go out today..." you muttered on the phone.

"Why? Aren't you feeling well?" Zhoumi asked, suddenly worried.

"No, it's not that. It's too cold outside and my winter clothes can't handle this weather, I'll freeze to death!" on the other side of the line, Zhoumi chuckled to himself.

"What about I come over and we get to solve that?" he suggested, making you laugh shortly.

"I don't know what you have in mind, but it doesn't sound so bad..." you answered.

"I'll be there in no time." and he hung up.

You waited for Zhoumi to come, curling up on the sofa with a book you couldn't quite concentrate enough to read. Only when you heard the doorbell ring your mind cleared up and you jumped from your spot on the couch to open the door.

"It took you long enough-" you started saying when you opened the door but was interrupted by Zhoumi's arms engulfing you in a giant hug. "Oh, that's a real greeting."

"I was looking forward to see you, it's been a few days since last time." he answered, breaking the hug.

"I'll blame our unmatching schedules."

"It's ok, it's their fault anyway." you chuckled, inviting him in, but he only put his hands into his pockets. "No, honey, I'm not going in, we're both going out."

"Out? Zhoumi-ah, I said I didn't want to..."

"I know, that's why I brought you one of my winter jackets to keep you warm as we go. I have a surprise for you."

"Surprise?"

"Yes." you giggled, taking the jacket he was handing and putting on your shoes. "Let's go."

You and Zhoumi drove around the streets for some long minutes under a light rain until you arrived a well-known shopping mall on the neighborhood and you stared at him in total confusion as he parked the car.

"What are we going to do here?"

"I thought I'd give you a present, so you'll have no more excuses to go on winter dates with me. We'll go shopping." he chuckled, getting out of the car and you followed, excited about his plans.

He took a hold of your hand, wandering around clothing stores and inviting you to enter a lot of them. Although you were excited you didn't want to abuse of his good will and money.

"Honey, isn't this too much?" you asked, holding about five pieces of clothes on your arms on your way to the cashier.

"It isn't." he said, kissing your forehead. "I hate seeing you shiver every day and it's a pleasure to do this for you."

"You are too kind, you know?"

"I do." he smiled, passing his card to the attendant checking your clothes. "Also I'm running out of sweaters since you've been stealing all of them."

"Sorry about that." you laughed, hiding your face on his chest. "But that won't stop just because you're buying me new ones, your sweaters are special, they smell like you. And they're warm like you." Zhoumi laughed, running his hand through your hair.

"I guess as long as you're taken care of, I don't mind losing a sweater or two..."

Donghae:

"Ok, maybe this wasn't the best idea." you said to yourself, buttoning up your coat and adjusting your beanie.

A few minutes ago you decided it was a good idea to walk back home, but it didn't take long before it turned into a terrible idea. Even though the landscape was insanely beautiful, walking the bridge was extremely colder than any other means of transportation - the Han river running below you and the icy wind would definitely freeze you if you stopped walking.

"I just need to keep moving, if I move, the heat will spread." you muttered, shoving your hands into your pockets, not really believing there was any heat to spread.

As you reached the end of the bridge, the sun was already gone and, without it, you felt even colder. You decided to stop for a few seconds and you would've if you hadn't been bumped into by a remarkably cute stranger.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" he shot you with questions, his expression filled with worry but you kept staring at his eyes. He had beautiful eyes.

"Y-yes, I'm ok. You didn't hurt me. Are you ok?" you asked, trying not to get distracted by his eyes, but as soon as he heard you were ok, he smiled and you could swear his smile would be enough to light up an entire city.

"Yes, I am. Sorry for running into you, I wasn't paying much attention." he lightly bowed, taking you out of the trance.

"No, it's ok, it's totally fine." you giggled, covering your mouth with your hands. "Can I ask why were you in such a rush?"

"Well, I... I was just trying to head home. I enjoy walking the bridge, but it's really cold today." he said, running his hand through his hair. He was really handsome. "I could ask you the same thing."

"I could answer the same thing. Just trying to get home."

"What a weird coincidence." he smiled again, making you blush softly.

You looked around to avoid his gaze on you and found out it was snowing. You were amazed, sighing out of excitement to the white flakes falling slowly.

"This is so beautiful. I've never seen snow in person before." you said in a low tone forgetting about the stranger for a minute.

"You never saw snow?" he asked innocently, startling you.

"No, I never did. I'm not from here. Actually that's one of the things I was mostly excited about when I moved here, but I gotta say it's way colder than what I anticipated."

"Still, it's pretty." you caught him looking at you and then to the snowflakes. "It's the first snow of the season, it's really special."

"Well, nice to meet you, first snow." you said with a smile and he looked at you with those sparkly eyes.

"I bet the snow thinks it's nice to meet you too, miss..."

"Y/N. You can call me Y/N." you tried not to giggle but the way he smiled shyly made it almost impossible.

"I think it's nice to meet you too, Y/N. I'm Donghae." he extended his hand and you shook it. "Wow, your hands are really cold."

"Yes, they are." you laughed. "I'm sorry, I'm not quite adapted to the cold here yet."

"Well, could I buy you some hot cocoa to help with that?" he smiled, playing with his gloves.

"It actually sounds great."

Kibum:

It was a lazy winter afternoon when Kibum convinced you to go out for food - he found a nice place not far from where you lived and was keen to visit it. It wasn't like him to go out much, so you agreed mainly because he was excited about it.

"You're ready?" he asked when he came to pick you up. The sun was setting and the temperature dropping.

"I am. Although I feel like I'm forgetting something..."

"Got your phone? Keys?" you nodded to him, looking around at your stuff. "Wallet, cash?" your eyes darted at him, laughing. "It's a joke, I'm treating tonight."

"That's very sweet of you, Kibum-ah. But, yes, I'm bringing my wallet." you laughed. "I guess it's just a feeling, everything seems to be here with me."

"Then we're good to go?"

"We are."

He took you by the hand and soon you were both on the street, heading to the diner he found. Because it wasn't far, you decided to go walking, but you soon regreted it. The cold winter breeze was hitting you hard.

"Now I know what I forgot."

"What was it?"

"My gloves." you answered, sighing heavily and he chuckled. "How far is it?" you asked, rubbing your hands together in hopes to get some warmth from them.

"Just a few more minutes by foot." Kibum glanced at you. "We'll get to somewhere warm soon, don't worry." he smiled, wrapping your shoulders with his arm.

You kept walking, not exactly in a hurry to get anywhere. Although it was getting colder by the minute, the view was really beautiful, with the sun setting and people going here and there to start the night life. From time to time, Kibum would catch you rubbing your hands together or blowing them to warm up. Suddenly he stopped walking, taking a deep breath, feeling weirdly nervous, and took off one of his gloves, handing it to you.

"Here, put it on."

"I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but why just one?" you laughed and he took your other hand, interwining your fingers and shoving them both into his coat pocket.

"Because this way I can do this." he replied, making you blush.

Kibum leaned in and kissed your cheek, feeling a bit shy himself - you had been going out for a while now, but these affection displays would still make you both giddy. You leaned onto his shoulder to hide your red cheeks and giggled.

"Well, I can't say it didn't work..." you chuckled.

"Come on." he started walking again. "We're almost there now."

Kyuhyun:

"What are you doing there?" you asked loudly to Kyuhyun in the other room.

"Why you wanna know?" he yelled back and you shuffled on your seat in front of the TV.

"I'm hungry! And cold! And you spent too many time on that game today..." you whispered that last part, thinking he couldn't hear.

"I'll take a guess and say you think I don't love you anymore because I've been playing too long." he leaned onto the living room's door, crossing his arms. "I'm sorry, baby, but The Seven Knights have been seducing me for too long and I couldn't resist."

"Why are you like this, why are you so mean?" Kyuhyun gave a mischievous smile to your glare. "I'm hungry and freezing over here and you're trading me for a game."

"Why are you freezing anyway? It's not even that cold today."

"How dare you say that? I'd throw a pillow at you if I wasn't this comfy in here." you complained, clutching the blanket over your shoulders and Kyuhyun approached you, extending his hand.

"Come here." you took his hand and got pulled out of your spot.

"Oh God, it's even colder out of the blanket, why are you dragging me?"

He didn't answer though, he simply pulled you behind him to his bedroom and sat you on the bed. You watched while he rummaged through his wardrobe without saying a word.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking care of you, of course." he answered pulling a whole pile of clothes and placing them beside you. "Even though it's not even that cold."

You stared at him giving you one of his sweaters and putting a beanie on you. You smiled at him when he handed you one of his socks and cupped his face.

"Gosh, your hands are frozen. Do you think you can build a castle of ice like Elsa?" he said, taking your hands between his and blowing them warm.

"I love that you can be really sweet even when you're bullying me." you commented, taking his sweater and wearing it. "Thank you for taking care of me."

"Well, I love you, don't I? I probably wouldn't do this for The Seven Knights." you giggled and he kissed your cheek. "You said you were hungry, how about I cook dinner for us?"

"Sounds amazing as long as I can persuade you to go cuddle with me on the sofa after it."

"Deal."

Henry:

"Baby, are you coming over tonight?" you asked Henry on the phone.

"Maybe, if you ask nicely."

"That's not what I- look, I'm just asking because, if you're not, I'm gonna head to bed early. It's too cold over here and I'm tired and annoyed by the weather, so I'll sleep."

"How come you're feeling cold when you're so hot, baby? That doesn't seem right." he said after a moment of silence and you sighed.

"Henry, I'm not in the mood. Are you coming?"

"Yes, ma'am. Chill, baby, I'll warm you up." you could hear him giggling on the other side of the line.

"Oh for God's- Look, you have the key, just let yourself in." you said and then hung up.

You've had a week of hell and wasn't exactly in the mood for his jokes. As you had the rest of the afternoon off, you decided to catch up with some of your favorite dramas on TV - wrapped yourself in a warm blanket and laid down on the couch. You would've stayed that way for the entire night if the sound of Henry coming in hadn't startled you.

"Hey, gorgeous!" he yelled from the door.

"Hi." you said back, barely moving from your spot.

"I brought you something!" you could hear him walking towards you. "Ya, would you care to look over here, I came to your rescue."

You turned over, finally getting to see him standing in your living room, holding a few plastic bags and with that cocky smirk of his.

"What is all that?" you bothered to sit down, less irritated and more curious.

"I told you to chill, but I decided to help you out, since you can't seem to do it for yourself."

"Thanks?"

"I brought tteokbokki. And soju. And hot cocoa." he showed you the bags in his hands. "What do you fancy? I'd choose hot cocoa because I don't know if we should warm it up again once it goes cold."

You stared at him, slightly in awe - he could be really teasing to you, but he cared so much he actually stopped at all those places to get you things to help you endure the cold season.

"Are you okay, Y/N? You're blankly staring at me for a few seconds, I'm starting to worry you might be having a stroke."

You finally managed to laugh to him and got up from the couch to go greet him with a kiss.

"Thanks for doing this for me, it kinda means a lot."

"Well, I knew you needed to chill."

"Oh, God, can you stop with this pun?" you softly hit his chest, getting a giggle from him.

"Not until you laugh at it." you rolled your eyes, embracing his neck.

"I'm all chilled out already, Henry." he laughed, satisfied. "Come on, let's warm ourselves with some hot cocoa on the couch. I've been watching TV all day and would love if you joined me."

"Don't tell me you've watched our series without me." his eyes widened at your expression. "Y/N!"

"I'm sorry! I was missing you and was really curious about the ending..."

"You finished it?!" you laughed, dragging him by the hand.

"I'll watch it all over with you if you want me to."

"How dare you betray me like this I- you are so watching it all again, I will make you."

[chans-left-tiddie]

Introduction

Hello, 

My name is Eleana, My pronouns are she/her/they/them. Down BAD for Chan. 

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Stray kids: Chan.

SHINee: Key.

(G)-idle: Soyeon.

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