#kim seungin

[dreamescapeswriting]

Scarf To You ~ KSM

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅WORD COUNT: 1.7K

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅GENRE: established relationships, cute fluffy, seungmin and reader having a crush

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅PAIRING: Seungmin x Fem!Reader

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - September 2024

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅MASTERLIST

a/n: I hope this is okay for you! I’ve tried to write it in a way with everything included 🥺

Your fingers fidget with the edge of your jacket as you sit in the nurse's station, trying to focus on anything but the nerves bubbling in your stomach. This job was supposed to be exciting — working as an on-site nurse for JYP Entertainment — but the pit in your chest told a different story. It's not the new environment that has you anxious; it's the possibility of running into him.

Kim Seungmin.

You haven’t seen him in almost a month, not since the rumours started swirling about him dating someone else, not like the two of you were a couple but the endless flirting you'd done back and forth certainly made you feel that way.

It had been a gut punch, hearing it through the grapevine, and seeing the photos circulate online of him and some unknown woman cuddled up together. Even though nothing was confirmed, it hurt more than you wanted to admit. After all, the two of you had shared something… something you thought was real, even if unspoken. Even if you weren't exactly sure what that something was, there was something there between you and you knew he felt it as well.

Now, sitting here in the same building where he spends most of his days, it feels like your heart is ready to leap out of your chest at the thought of seeing him again. Your friend told you there was little to no chance of you running into each other but it didn't exactly put your heart at ease.

"Earth to Yn," your friend, Hana, calls out, snapping you out of your spiralling thoughts. She’s perched at the edge of the desk, her eyes studying you with playful curiosity. She was the reason you took this job, she'd told you to take it since you'd been on the hunt for something similar anyway.

"You look like you’re a million miles away. What’s going on?" You offer her a tight smile, shaking your head slightly. If you told her what was going on in your mind she'd tease you for it, or worse actually find Seungmin.

She was on the side of telling him the truth about everything. Admitting how much you loved him and just letting it all out into the air but you were refusing to.

"Nothing. Just… you know, first-day jitters." You shrugged and she smirked at you, shaking her head a little. She knew exactly when you were lying.

"It's about him again, right?" She watched you, studying your reaction but you shook your head. Moving over to the drawers inside of the room and doing a stock check on everything even though you'd done that four times already.

"I don't know what you're talking about," You mumbled, looking at all of the bandages in the drawer you were searching through. Trying to appear busy so she would drop the subject and move on already.

"Sure, and I'm a princess from Eldora. Tell me what's going on." She pulled your hand away from the drawers and made you look at her.

Sighing a little you rolled your eyes, she was probably sick of hearing you talk about it but you couldn't help but let it all out.

"It's weird...What if I see him? Do I act like I don't know about the dating rumours?"

"Yes, because they're not true." She mumbled at you, sitting you down on the edge of the bed and shaking her head at you. She'd been telling you this from the start that none of the rumours had actual hard evidence behind them.

"But-"

"Yn, if Seungmin was dating someone I would fucking know about it. I have eyes and ears all over this place. that man's solely had his eyes on you for the last six months." She laughs softly and you feel your body heating up.

Seungmin and you had been talking for six months, ever since he'd seen you helping an elderly woman who'd fallen in the street and he came over to help as well. You had no idea who he was at the time and it wasn't until your second time meeting that you realised he was an idol

But by then you'd already fallen for him and not because he was some famous popstar...Which Seungmin loved. He'd adored the fact that you treated him like an actual human instead of just someone who was famous. The two of you hung out a lot.

To the point where the lines blurred between friendship and dating and it was hard to determine if you were a couple or just friends. That was until his birthday when you'd seen dating rumours of him seeing someone else, someone he hadn't told you about and you felt your whole world crumble.

You'd not seen him since, despite having made him a hand knitted scarf for the winter, wanting him to have something handmade from you and something to keep him cosy.

"Hana-"

"Don't say my name like you're giving up on everything. Seungmin would never do something to hurt you." She tells you but you shake your head. It wasn't as if you were a couple, if he was seeing other people it was okay.

"It's in the past." You whisper a little trying to get off the subject now but she scoffs,

"That scarf you made for him says otherwise. You carry it around like it's a security blanket," Your breath catches in your throat, and you freeze, hoping no one else heard that. The scarf was always in your bag, she was right it was like a security blanket. You glance around the empty station trying to make sure no one heard you both, but your heart skips a beat when you realize you're not as alone as you thought you were. Footsteps approach from behind, too quiet to be anyone else but someone familiar.

You don’t dare turn around.

“What scarf?” a voice asks. That voice. The one you've been thinking about every single day for weeks now. The same voice that made your heart skip a beat whenever you heard it and your whole body erupt in goosebumps.

Seungmin.

Hana’s eyes widen in surprise, her hand flying up to her mouth as she stifles a laugh and you already knew she had something to do with him being down here.

“Oops,” she whispers to you, before straightening up with a smile, completely unbothered by the tension hanging in the air.

"Oh, this scarf that Yn made—"

"Stop!" You interject, your voice too loud, too hurried as you put your hand over her mouth to stop her from revealing anything else to him. You feel the heat rise to your face as Seungmin’s gaze locks onto yours, amusement and curiosity flickering in his eyes. His lips quirked up into a small smile, his expression soft but focused on you.

“You made a scarf?” Your throat goes dry, and you can’t think of a single reasonable response. The scarf. You had made it for him a month ago, back when things between you two felt simpler when your heart didn’t ache every time you heard his name. You had never given it to him, too scared of what it might imply — too scared of how much you cared.

Now, he’s standing in front of you, looking like he actually wants to know the answer.

“I—” you start, but your voice falters, you don't know where to begin or what to say. Was saying something too much? Was it weird that you made him it? Your eyes dart to Hana for support, but she’s clearly enjoying this too much to help.

"It’s nothing," you manage to say, barely above a whisper.

"Just something I made f-for you a while ago." Seungmin tilts his head slightly, his brows furrowing as if he's trying to piece something together. He takes a step closer, and suddenly the room feels smaller, the space between the two of you charged with unresolved emotions.

"For me?"

"Yeah, it's just- and I- and you- and then-" You stumbled over everything and it made Seungmin smile to see you so flustered in front of him. All of the other times you'd been so calm and collected around him, it was nice to see this side for once.

Without a word, Hana slipped silently out of the room leaving the two of you together as he smiled at you,

“Well, I’d like to see it sometime,” he says softly, his voice gentle, almost teasing. You swallow hard, unable to form a response as his eyes linger on yours for a moment longer

"Seungmin-"

"Please? It's been so long since I saw you and I missed you on my birthday." He admits shyly as he sits down on the nurse's bed and watches you closely.

God, it had been so long since you'd seen him and you'd missed him too but hearing him say it to you had your heart racing and your stomach twisting.

"It's...It's nothing, it's just a scarf." You stumble a little on your words as you reach down and grab your bag, pulling out the scarf you'd spent weeks making for him. Seungmins eyes lit up as he saw it,

"You made this?"

"Yeah..yeah, it was, well it's your favourite colours." you smile warmly as he takes the fabric from your hands, your fingers brushing against one another sending a wave of electricity running through you but it was nothing compared to seeing him wear the scarf around him

"I love it," He admits as you feel your heart leap into your throat and he smiles at you, a small blush on his cheeks.

"You don't have to lie, it's nothing special and I know you're with someone else," You whispered but he took your hand in his, running his other across your face and smiling sweetly as you leaned into his touch.

"There's no one else, there's never been anyone but you, Yn." He smiles as your eyes meet his, your heart practically racing and handing itself over to him.

"The first time I saw you I count as day one of our eternity together." With that he kisses you softly, your breath catching in your throat as you kiss him back gently wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and pulling him closer to you.

"I'll pick you up after work," He smiled as he leant his forehead against yours as you giggle a little,

"Sure-"

"We're going on a date too, okay? Because I'm yours and I don't want any doubts in that pretty little head of yours." He smirks before kissing you once again.

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[catiuskaa]

𝐆𝐓𝐊: 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲.

sum. seungmin streams from time to time with the boys, and today, you wanted to join in… kind of. not like he’s going to complain!

wc. 1.0k

cw. fluff! swearing, they’re playing gta (guns and other weapons mentioned) sanrio characters, short references to seungin, minsung and hyunibini, and that’s all!

req! by annonie right here. girl i am so sorry it took me so long, i completely erased this from my mind ㅠㅠ hope you’re still around!

[♦️ ☆ 🎆 ☆ ♦️]

The lights flicker above him, and Seungmin blinks, waiting for something. It’s a pact you two made up for when he was busy gaming and you needed his attention.

“Yeobo?” He’s calling for you, and he moves the headset on his head, freeing one ear so as to hear you better. Weirdly enough, there’s no sound that answers to his voice.

“Seungmin-a, Jeongin-a isn’t going to help you,” Changbin teases through the headset, “you can put the explosives on the vault yourself.” He can hear Felix’s laugh, but there’s something else on his mind.

Well. And on his lap, as of now.

“Bubs, I’m on stream.” He whispers to the top of your head, hiding his smile from the camera behind your silhouette. But you only nod softly, smiling cheekily.

“It’s a pity I don’t care.” You snicker, getting comfortable on your new-found seat. “Tell Changbin I can hear him.” You joke softly.

“Huh? Is noona there?” Felix ponders, and he can notice the smile on the tone of his voice.

“Is she joining in?” Hyunjin asks. “I can add her on the call.”

“Nah, she’s just hanging out,” Seungmin mutters softly after feeling you shake your head against his chest. The sentence comes off almost absentmindedly, as if the action wasn’t mildly weird. You used to be camera shy, especially when he started, never wanting to show up on stream if you weren’t playing too, reason why he came up with the light thing. If you wanted or needed something, you could just turn it on and off, and he’d pause or hide his character in a corner to grant you his attention.

A shy part of him was worried because of all this, and how unusual it was, but as your warmth seeps into his body, he relaxes again, reeling the scent of your shampoo.

“Who are you playing with?” Your voice is soft when you speak, and he forces himself to remember that there’s a camera recording him so as to not coo at you teasingly, calling you adorable to make you blush and giggle like he so often does.

“Just the boys and the chat.” He replies, almost as soft as you, and he can notice the chat going wild in the corner of his eye. “Wanna say hi?” He smiles lightly, ignoring it for now.

Your smile turns cheeky again and you nod, taking his headset and putting it on, turning on his lap to face the camera.

“Heyaa,” you greet sheepishly, your hand fixing the mic to a comfortable distance.

He can hear the boys teasing him, something about you being better than him and how you should join in and team against your boyfriend, but his eyes are still on the chat, watching carefully as he keeps playing.

“What game is this?” You ask, giggling. “Why does Kuromi have a gun?”

“Oh. That’s Minho. Hannie found this mod that lets you use Sanrio skins on GTA.” Chan chimed back before Seungmin could.

“We’re trying to rob a bank,” Felix added with a sneaky laugh.

You snorted, turning back to Seungmin. “What skin are you using, Minnie?”

“Purin, of course.” He chuckles. “Felix and Sung are Kiki and Lala, Changbin is Hello Kitty, Jeongin is Pochacco, Hyunjin is MyMelody, and Chan is Badtemaru.”

“Damn bro, you said all the names right.” Jisung cackled, half surprised.

“Yo, someone in the chat said ‘That’s a weird way to ask for my hand in marriage’.” Jeongin laughed loudly.

“Oh my god,” Seungmin snickers, leaning his chin on your shoulder.

“Girl, they’re tryna steal your man,” Hyunjin bickers, knowing you’re still listening.

“Hyunjin, either kiss Changbin or get a girlfriend yourself dude, leave my girl alone.” Seungmin teases back, tenderly taking the headset back as so to not pull on your hair.

You turn back and cuddle into him, giggling as you watch the screen, seeing Hello Kitty chasing MyMelody with a machete, hearing Changbin faintly from the headset, something like ‘kiss me, Hyunjin-a~’ as the rest of the boys laugh.

The gameplay gets a bit boring as you watch them rob the bank, and slowly, your eyes trail toward the chat. It surprises you how most people weren’t talking about the play, but rather you two.

they’re so cute ㅠㅠ

couple goals fr!

así sí que creo en el amor <3

what’s their ship name lmaoo

omg pero si son mis padres!!!

On the other side of the screen, you could notice the number of views increasing by hundreds. You blush, hiding your face in the crook of your boyfriend’s neck.

He passes the controller in front of you, hugging you with his arms in a way that he can still keep playing. Seungmin curses when Minho stabs him and kills him again, watching Kuromi move side to side as the older man teases him meanly.

“Sure, sure, go kiss Ji about it,” He mutes his mic from the Discord group and from the stream, checking it twice before taking the headset off, hanging it on his neck, and turning to you. “You okay there?”

He smiles when he notices your blush, a bit confused. But you nod, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie.

“I can turn off stream if you want to,” he offers.

“It’s okay.” You grin bashfully. “I like watching you play.”

He kisses the top of your forehead, and you cuddle back against him. Seungmin couldn’t care less if the boys are teasing him as soon as he pops his headset back on, turning the mic on again and killing Kiki and Lala in two swift headshots.

“Can we instead talk about how old Chan is?”

[♦️ ☆ 🎆 ☆ ♦️]

kats, who gave y’all a sanrio x straykids x gta collab before gta 6 lololol

catiuskaa, august 2024 ©

PERMANENT TAGLIST! @stayconnecteed @lyramundana

[hannamoon143]

I don't believe in forevers.

But just this moment, being with you, my best friend

I want to believe in eternity with you

-kim seungmin, but changed "members and those who helped us" into "you, my best friend"

You and me,

Always forever

- Always Forever, Cults

* cough cough * @hannamoon143

[sweatyracoon]

Poor Seungmin pt.2

A/n: I originally wrote this once before, and it didn't save. Sorry it took so long!! I already have an idea for part three. Let me know if you want to see it!

Warnings: mentions of rut, rut suppressants, mxmxm, mentions of false stepcest, smut, oral, horny Seungmin

MINORS DNI. Pt1

Seungmin woke with a jolt, the sun barely creeping through the closed curtains, burning his unopened eyes.

His body ached like crazy, all he could do was lay there until he felt enough energy to sit up.

He groaned, stretching, letting the tension escape from his body, tilting his neck towards his roommate bed. But Chan wasn't there.

At the sight of his leader gone, all of the memories of the previous night came back to him. His stomach dropped.

He experienced his first ever rut, and though it wasn't as bad as a normal hybrids, it was still anxiety inducing. And Chan was there.

No. He wasn't just there, he helped. Chan cared for him any way he could, and helped him get over it. Without question.

Seungmin brought his hands to his face in embarrassment, his face red at the thought.

Chan must've been uncomfortable, or felt obligated since he was the younger of the two. It made Seungmin twitch in fear, having to face him after this.

With a sigh, he made his way to get ready for the day, not looking forward to meeting with his team.

Walking as slowly as possible to the practice room, he contemplated what his words should be if Chan were to confront him. He wasn't sure what was going to go down, so he wanted to be prepared.

He heard the members shouting from inside, signalling that there was already drama. Han probably was complaining about Minho touching his ass, Changbin touching Hyunjin to the point of suffocating, Felix watching with a smile so innocent it hurt.

When Seungmin walked in, he saw that he was wrong.

They were sitting in a jumbled circle, Chan standing from his spot. When the door snapped shut, it drew their attention towards him.

"Hi puppy," Hyunjin grinned.

Any other day, it wouldn't have affected Seungmin, but after the previous night, he flushed at the name.

He was an abnormal hybrid, most of his family were puppy hybrids. His father was a featureless hybrid, and so was he.

"Hyunjin!" Chan shouted with a whisper, nudging him harshly with his foot.

"What-?" He whined, grabbing where he was kicked. It was obviously an act, making Seungmins chest loosen a bit.

"You told them?" Was all Seungmin could say before Chan opened his mouth again.

Chan nodded solemnly.

"All of them?" Seungmin question again, feeling his heart sink. No one was looking at him like they normally do. Now it was pity and concern.

"Yes," Chan answered, eyeing him, checking for any discomfort. Seungmins eyes watered.

"I'm so sorry Chan, I had no idea that I could-" Seungmin was interrupted by Chan rushing to grab him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

The rest of them stood, following their leaders movements, forming a group hug.

"Shh, don't worry about it. I know it's not your fault, yeah? Can't control it, Seung." Chan said, caressing his head. Seungmin let out a sniffle, tears falling.

"You didn't have to do that, though. I shouldn't have made you feel like you had to do something like that," Seungmin whined, guilt eating up at him.

Chan chuckled, pulling back just enough to look at him.

"I did that because I care for you, Minnie. I wouldn't have done that if I weren't comfortable, okay? Don't cry," He brought his hand up to wipe at the youngers tears, easing the tension he was feeling.

"And we feel the same, too," Han said, confusing Seungmin.

He tilted his head, making his members see his puppy-like features closer.

"I mean, we will help too, of course! We will take care of you, Min," Han continued, smiling brightly.

When Seungmin finally understood, he felt the flush creeping once again. He shook his head.

"No, no, guys. You really don't have-"

"We want to. Whatever you need, we're willing to give," Minho cut him off, hugging him from behind, his arms secure around his waist.

Seungmin was now a blushing mess, unable to form anymore words.

"I don't know what I'd do without you guys,"

A few months later, his rut still hadn't appeared. When he talked to his father about it, he explained that for them it was different. It was more random and spread out.

No set time.

He relayed the information to the guys, trying to get a better understanding.

Seungmin had once mentioned rut suppressants, but it would effect his dancing, and the company wouldn't allow such a thing.

The boys reassured him that they would rather help him through it than risk his talents.

They didn't bring it up unless it was necessary, and Seungmin was grateful for them. They made him feel normal.

After Felix, Jeongin and him sang their portions at the studio, the three of them decided to return to their dorms to play some games.

In the midst of a racing game between the three of them, Seungmin felt it.

He became hotter, his vision blurring slightly, the edge of the screen dancing in waves. His chest vegan to tighten, his fingers no longer moving against the controller.

It wasn't obvious at first, but when his shallow breathing turned into pants, and his car on the screen stopped moving completely, the other two noticed.

"Seungmin? You okay?" Felix asked from his left, pausing the game.

"I-I don't know..." He whispered. He couldn't speak any louder, his throat burning.

"What do you mean? Do you feel like your going to be sick?" Jeongin asked, reaching to turn off the console.

Their faces were etched with concern, both now fully focused on Seungmin, watching his his shoulders swelled with each breath.

"No, this is- is something else," Hi words now came out as a whine, surprising himself.

His eyes folded, lidded, his eyes glazed over, his mind fogging. It felt familiar but foreign at the same time. Then it hit him.

"No!" He moaned, falling into his back, his hands resting in his chest. His breathing was now ragged, loud in the quiet room.

Felix and Jeongin exchanged a look.

"Rut?" Felix voiced, making Seungmin nod.

The two noticed the growing tent in Seungmins shorts, looking at each other once again before nodding.

"You guys-" Seungmin let out a whine when he felt Felixs hand grab his. "You guys don't have to do anything..."

Seungmin hated making his friends feel obligated, but they both assured him that they wanted to help.

Felix brought Seungmins hand up to his face to gently kiss his palm. The small action was enough to make Seungmins insides explode with desire. For what, he didn't know.

"It's okay, just relax. Let us take care of you, pup,"

The name alone made Seungmin moan, his legs twitching under their gaze.

Jeongin reached for the waistband of his shorts, tugging in silent question.

"Please-" He answered, then felt the cold air hit his pulsing cock.

It made him jolt, twisting his head to the side as he whined. Felix grabbed the hem of his shirt, lifting up his chest slowly, waiting until Seungmin arched his back to pull it up further to keep it from coming down.

He stopped when it reached just about his nipples, coming down to breath on them, watching them harden at his attention.

Seungmin squirmed at his actions, mewling as his lips attached to his nipple suddenly.

Jeongin grabbed the base of his cock, licking the tip, brushing over his slit. His precum coated his tongue before bobbing his head down, feeling the vein running along his shaft.

Seungmin moaned his neck arching, his hand twisting into Felix's scalp as he relished in the pleasure he was receiving.

His mouth hung open, tongue poking out, his braces on display, glistening from his spit. Drool dripped down his chin, his sweat making his hair stick to his forehead.

If any of the others were here, they would've heard Seungmin in all of his glory. Vocalists really made the most beautiful noises.

The slurping sounds from Jeongin became louder after he removed his hand, deep throating his hyung, his nose brushing against his pelvic bone at each bounce. His jaw slacked, throat constricting against his sensitive tip. Seungmin felt the rush building inside of him, building like a dam.

Felix was still mercilessly sucking at his chest, leaving purple bruises along his torso.

"Ah, Lix-xie, more, ah!" He felt himself coming closer to the edge, but he needed more.

Felix lifted his head and saw Seungmin, all in his fucked out face. He couldn't help but coo at him.

"Awe, poor puppy," he teased, caressing his face.

Seungmin responded with a whimper, one that reached inside Felix, all the way to his dick. But this wasn't about him. It was about Seungmin, and making him feel better about who he is.

His lips were shining with saliva, and his braces looked as if they had glitter on them. And his tongue. It looked so soft. Felix leaned in without thinking, locking his lips onto Seungmins.

Their mouths met in an aggressive clash, Seungmin too far gone to care about a set pace. Their lips came together in a rough fight, Felix securing his, shoving it into his throat. Seungmins wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pleading for more.

Jeongin saw this from his position, moaning on Seungmins length, aroused by the sight of the demanding kiss.

The vibrations were enough to send Seungmin over the edge, cumming deep into Jeongins throat. He swallowed it graciously, sucking him through his high before he tried moving away from overstimulation.

The kiss broke, all three of them breathing hard. Seungmins eyes fluttered, exhausted from the moment that was shared between them.

"I'm so sorry-" He groaned, bringing his hands to cover his face.

Jeongin tugged his shorts back up his legs, grinning. "Don't be. That was nice,"

Seungmin spread his fingers to gaze at them though the small space.

"What?"

"We liked it, Min," Felix giggled, pulling his shirt back down his chest, now fully clothed once again.

"I-it-...Thank you," was all Seungmin could say to his friends, feeling his hands drop from his face.

They both smiled at him, helping him up. They all made their way to the couch in the living room, snuggling against each other. Felix first, Seungmin second, his head in his lap, and then Jeongin, with Seungmins feet wrapped up on his legs.

A blanket wrapped around them, a movie playing in the background. Felix was scratching Seungmins scalp, lulling him to sleep.

A few hours later, the rest of the members made it to the dorm, seeing a sleeping Seungmin and Jeongin. Felix was still awake.

"Hey guys," Changbin said before being shushed by Felix. They looked at him in confusion.

"Chan was right. Seungmin really is sexy when he's so worked up."

Chan grinned while the others wished they didn't miss it.

For the people who liked my 'will there be a part two' 🤎

@palecoffeeruins @dreamerwasfound @queen-in-the-shadows

[succubus-hansol]

You don't understand, I think about this video so often it's not funny anymore

Minnie loves being choked and you can not change my mind. That is a face of PLEASURE my guy

Anywhere, Any time, Any how, He loves being choked. Especially by Ayen

[keepswingin]

"How many fingers am I holding up? ... I don't have six fingers." —skz

"Fuck," Seungmin spits, fear nearly choking him as he pulls the prince closer to him. This wasn't supposed to happen, not like this, not because of him. "Jeongin-yah, look at me."

The prince's eyes had closed after his mumble of an answer, and he's not responding to anything else. Seungmin has never felt so terrified in his life.

He's ruined everything, let every single lie he's told been seen, and now the one person who was meant to pay the price from the very beginning has left a mark on Seungmin's life that he won't be able to replace.

What has he done?

"Jeongin," he calls again, louder this time, one palm pushing hard against his cheek in an attempt to wake him back up.

Rain drips from his hair, mixing with the blood that sits at the top of the prince's clothes, watercolor against his pale skin. Seungmin's chest hitches, and the sob that tears from his throat is nearly inhuman.

"Jeongin, please," he begs, thunder swallowing his words and spitting them back out until it's the only thing he can feel. He thinks he's crying. He thinks he would rip his heart out and offer it to the sky on a silver platter if it would reverse time. He thinks he would give his life to go back and stand in Jeongin's place before the younger could beat him to it.

The blade was meant for him, after all.

The shouting from the castle has grown quieter as soldiers march into the distance after a culprit that's long made his leave, unaware that the threat to the crown sits within their own ranks, an imposter from the very start. Seungmin has never thought himself dangerous, but for some reason he feels deadly, sitting here with someone's life hovering in his hands.

He looks to the wound again.

He's tried to clot it the best he could, but between the rain and what's already been stained, it's hard for him to tell if it looks any better. Jeongin needs to wake back up for him to have any type of hope in this situation.

He hates this. Hates himself for not seeing what his people were planning, the way they were so eager to use him as a red herring because that's all he's ever been good for. Was it ever a home, if he was simply used because he was smarter than the rest?

You know, you could stay. If you wanted.

Seungmin leans forward, and presses his forehead to Jeongin's. His heart is beating fast, and the rain doesn't slow. One hand clutches at the torn sleeve of Jeongin's shirt like it can anchor him as he closes his eyes and tries to breathe.

It can't end like this. Anything but this.

I don't belong here.

"Innie," he whispers, desperate. "Wake up. Please wake up. Come back." He hesitates, his next words on the tip of his tongue. Is he allowed to say such a thing, when all he's done is lie? Jeongin doesn't know who he really is.

If he looks close enough at himself, Seungmin doesn't think he knows who he really is either.

"Come back to me."

The next bout of thunder feels like it shakes him down to his very core. The sky is alight with a branching bolt of lightning. There's shouts closer to where they rest, just outside the prince's window. If he lifted his head, he'd be able to see the royal lien blowing in the storm's breeze, curtains curled around the windowsill. Maybe they've finally realized who the real threat is, and how he's holding the prince like he's something that's about to break.

I think that you do.

"I'm sorry for everything, Innie. I'm sorry for lying. I'm sorry for not being who you think I am. I'm sorry for - for getting you hurt."

He can see the blade clear in his mind's eye, the moment replaying over and over. Jeongin's hard glare at the stranger suddenly before them, inching closer to Seungmin and spitting nonsense.

Jeongin stepping in front of Seungmin without hesitation.

Jeongin's quiet gasp, the stutter of his breath. His hands clutching at the wound as if that alone would be enough to stop the blood flow. Seungmin moving to catch him before he hits the ground, arms wrapping desperately around his waist, shock propelling him forward.

"Your people need you, Innie," he whispers, the words poison against his throat. The same people who had run him from his home, the same kingdom that had looked at him like was no better than the very dirt on the ground - but no, not Jeongin.

Jeongin was different than his people, and he was different than the king. He was kind, and curious, and greeted strangers with an open palm. He was the change everyone was afraid of, the change Seungmin's people didn't understand and feared.

The change he was supposed to kill.

"I need you, Innie," he murmurs, heart pounding. He lifts his head and stares down at him like the words themselves will reanimate him, and waits. One heartbeat. Two. Three.

You don't know anything about me, your highness.

"Get away from him!"

Arms callously wrap around him from behind and violently yank him back, Jeongin's sister shrieking his name as she falls to the her knees beside his limp body, her nightgown smearing with dirt and gravel.

She's shaking her brother's shoulder far too roughly, Seungmin thinks, before he's thrown backwards, face hitting the ground. The storm grows worse as he's held there, arms wretched painfully in a way they shouldn't twist, rope tied tightly around his wrists. Maybe they'll hogtie him and leave him out here to drown in the storm.

He'd deserve it, wouldn't he?

His sister turns to Seungmin, tears streaking down her cheeks. "What did you do?" she cries, holding her brother close to her chest. His blood stains the front of her gown. Seungmin's stomach churns. "Tell me what you did to him," she all but begs, hiccuping, far from the prim and posed princess she is supposed to be. "Please!"

Mud and tears clog his throat. His chest heaves with a breath he cannot push out. The guards don't bother to pull him up, instead sending for the doctor who lives on the cusp of the village, far out of reach.

"Seungmin-ah!" his sister shouts amongst a clash of thunder. "They'll hang you for this! Don't you care?"

She stares at him, lips trembling. The cold has chilled Seungmin by now too, his own limbs borderline numb. Or maybe he's just shutting down now that he's failed the one person who meant something to him.

Seungmin's eyes slip back to Jeongin's face. His sister isn't covering him well enough, rain trickling across his lax features, the sharp curve of his jaw.

Seungmin would cover him.

"Not about myself," he whispers as the prince's sister turns back to him, shaking him once more.

He closes his eyes, and wonders what Jeongin would think, when all was said and done. Would he be kind still? Or nurture a hatred even Seungmin couldn't touch?

"Take him away," the princess sobs, curling closer to her brother. "Please."

Jeongin's soft laughter rings in his ears, a memory he can't forget. The knowing curve of his smile, the brush of his warm fingers against Seungmin's skin. The words he whispered after leaning in close to his ear, almost as if they were meant for just the two of them.

I think I know just enough.

[flowryvoice]

[johnnybirb]

hi!! my name is johnny (jost). i'm a self-taught artist and also a big stray kids fan. i hope you enjoy my fanarts

[gnabhyunlix]

My seungin 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[lotusbee07]

[minminyoonjii]

Hi um would you be willing to please make another part to the tentacle monster with jeongin and Seungmin this time? ❤️ (if I accidentally sent this twice I’m sorry it’s been glitchy and idk if the first one sent and I know you’re busy) I love your writing it’s so well done. ❤️

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🕯Summary:

Seungmin wanted to tease Jeongin into a pile of mush when slick pooled up to his ankles, holding him down.

🌹CW

Dubious Consent|Tentacles|Anal Sex|Rough Sex|Wet & Messy|Spitroasting|Exhibitionism|Voyeurism|Prostate Massage|Prostate Milking|Degrading Kink|Praise Kink|HandJob|Overstimulation|Aphrodisiacs|Verbal Consent Given|Full Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.8K

Seungmin rolled back his shoulders, "What time is it?" he questioned, glancing at the clock in his room. He stood up, stretching his arms "Is anyone else home?" he mumbled, grabbing his phone. "Innie are you in there?" Seungmin asked, knocking on Jeongin's door. "Yeah, hyung," a muffled reply echoed through the door. Seungmin smiled, opening the door "What are you up to?" he asked, jumping onto Jeongin's bed. 

"Just scrolling through videos, nothing much," he answered, looking back down on his phone. Seungmin hummed, crawling between Jeongin's legs. "What are you doing?" he asked, looking down at Seungmin with a raised eyebrow. Seungmin chuckled, "Don't mind me, I just want to lay my head on your stomach," he said, getting himself comfortable. Jeongin wrinkled his nose, running his fingers through Seungmin's hair.

"Thank you, Innie," Seungmin whispered, wrapping his arms around Jeongin's waist. "You look so tense, hyung," Jeongin whispered back, setting his phone aside to rub Seungmin's shoulders. "Mhm, I know," he replied, grunting and groaning. Jeongin's breath hitched, sitting up straight against his headboard. Seungmin grumbled at the sudden shift "What's wrong?" he asked, looking up at Jeongin's widened eyes.

"Nothing, nothing. It's nothing," Jeongin rambled, shutting his eyes. Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows when he felt a twitch against his abdomen. "Don't say a word, hyung," Jeongin whispered, covering his eyes. Seungmin laid back on Jeongin's stomach "It's normal, Innie. You're alright," he said, unintentionally adding pressure on Jeongin's aching bulge. "Oh fuck," Jeongin moaned breathily, covering his mouth to hold it back.

Seungmin sat back up, drawing a low muffled whimper past Jeongin's palms "Do you need me to leave?" he asked, rubbing Jeongin's calves reassuringly. Jeongin shook his head, spreading his legs apart "Please, please. Help me, hyung," he hiccuped, staring up at Seungmin with half-lidded eyes. Seungmin nodded, hooking his fingers under the band of Jeongin's shorts "Are you sure you want this?" he asked, gently tugging them down.

Jeongin nodded, raising his hips. "Words, baby," Seungmin said, rubbing Jeongin's bare stomach. "Yes, please, yes, hyung," he babbled, digging his nails into the sheets. Seungmin removed Jeongin's shorts, "I got you, baby. Hyung's got you," he said, tossing Jeongin's shorts in the laundry basket. Jeongin whimpered, cock throbbing on his stomach. Seungmin cooed, "You look so cute, baby. Such a pretty. Needy. Cock," he said, wrapping his hand around Jeongin's dick.

"Thank you, hyung," Jeongin slurred, tossing his head back as Seungmin pressed his thumb between his leaking slit. "That's it, sweet boy. Just relax for hyung, hm? Hyung will take care of you," Seungmin praised, pumping his hand up and down Jeongin's slicking cock. Jeongin keened, lips wobbling from the pleasure burning under his skin. Seungmin hummed, twisting his fist around Jeongin's pulsing cockhead. 

Jeongin choked on a sob, bucking his hips into Seungmin's tightly wrapped palm. "Such a good boy, letting hyung pamper you like this," Seungmin chuckled, pumping his wrist faster. Jeongin cried out a moan, digging his heels into the sheets as he arched his back. "Aww, baby. Is this too much? Is hyung's hand too good?" Seungmin smirked, leaning down to lick between Jeongin's dripping slit. "Hyung, hyung, hyung," Jeongin sobbed, running his hand through Seungmin's hair.

"Hyung's here, baby," Seungmin hummed, slowing down his pace. A pout formed on Jeongin's lips, his cheeks flushed, eyes blurry from tears brimming. Seungmin cooed, "You're absolutely adorable," he said, keeping his slow pace up and down Jeongin's aching cock. "Hyung's being mean," Jeongin sulked, glaring at Seungmin. "I know, baby. Hyung's the meanest isn't he," Seungmin replied, releasing his hold around Jeongin's cock.

A broken whimper escaped Jeongin's lips, riling Seungmin up further "Hyung's going to get some things, okay? Don't touch," he said, stepping down from the bed. Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows, stepping into black pooling slick "What the fuck," he mumbled, looking around the room. Jeongin noticed that Seungmin paused, "What's wrong, hyung?" he rasped, moving to the edge of the bed. "Jeongin, stay there," Seungmin said, stopping Jeongin from moving further.

Thin tendrils wrapped around Seungmin's calves, trailing up his legs. Jeongin's eyes widened as more tendrils crawl up the bed frame "Where is it coming from?" he asked, looking for the source. The closet shook and more tendrils escaped past its seams. The tendrils grew bigger, lifting Seungmin up "Oh shit," he yelped, hands moving to grab onto something. A tentacle moved under Seungmin's back holding him securely.

Jeongin hugged his knees in the middle of the bed as more black slickness drenched the sheets "Hyung," he sniffled, watching as a tendril waited in front of Jeongin's face. "Are you going to hurt us?" he asked, peeking from between his knees. The tendrils swayed from left to right indicating a 'No'. Jeongin grew more courage to raise his head, "What do you want then?" he asked, gently reaching out to touch the tendril. 

Tentacles and tendrils alike wrapped themselves around Jeongin's appendages, holding him down. Jeongin gulped, cock growing harder from being pinned down. Seungmin's breath hitched staring down at the sight below him "Fuck, baby. You look so helpless," he rasped, squirming as the tentacles removed his clothing. Jeongin whimpered, embarrassment crawling under his skin from being displayed so bare "Hyung," he whined, wanting to cover his eyes but the tentacles held him tight.

Seungmin choked on a chuckle, slumping forward when a tentacle wrapped around his hardening cock "Fuck," he keened, his bangs covering his eyes. Jeongin moaned, slick covering every inch of his lower half. The tentacles vibrated under the warmth, probing Jeongin's clenching rim. "Please, fuck, oh fuck. Need something, need it, please," Jeongin begged, submitting himself to the tentacles' motions. 

Seungmin groaned, pressing his nails into his palm as the thin tendrils tugged and pulled on his nipples "Don't tease," he grunted, gritting his teeth. The tentacles followed Seungmin's command, quickening their strokes around his cock. Jeongin felt himself losing composure, "Please fuck me, please," he sobbed, tears dripping freely. The tentacles pushed in slowly, working Jeongin's tight hole open. 

"Yes, yes, thank you," Jeongin hiccuped, tugging on the tentacles around his limbs. The tentacle thrust with an affectionate pace, fucking Jeongin's rim slowly and deeply. Moans and whimpers split without any restraint "Ah, ah, Hgh!" Jeongin wailed out. The tentacle picked up its pace, thrusting itself with more vigour, hitting Jeongin's aching prostate. "Oh fuck, fuck, me," he sobbed, cock bouncing against his stomach untouched.

Seungmin whimpered, eyes locked on the bulge forming under Jeongin's skin with each drag of the tentacle within his rim "Fuck me, please," he rasped, chest heaving for air. Tentacles adjusted Seungmin's position effortlessly, thrusting slowly. Seungmin choked on a moan, eyes rolling back from the initial drag of the tentacle within his ass. Jeongin blinked past his tears, lips wobbling at the sight of his hyung being defiled in front of him. 

The tentacles felt Jeongin's hole loosen, it pulled out of Jeongin's gapping rim. "Why?" Jeongin sniffled, feeling so empty. A thicker tentacle lined itself in front of Jeongin's hole, thrusting itself with one smooth push. Jeongin arched his back, head clouding with blurry haze. The tentacle picked up a relentless pace, aiming for Jeongin's swollen prostate with each thrust. A raw croak escaped Jeongin's lips "I'm going to cum!" he wailed, tears streaming down his cheeks, soaking the sheets further.

The tentacle kept its pace constant, pounding against the throbbing gland. "Ah!" Jeongin screamed out, his body writhing against the sheets. The tentacle fucked him through his orgasm, coaxing every last drop of his cum. Jeongin trembled, seeing stars cover his vision. The tentacle kept itself buried within his clenching walls, making sure Jeongin comes down from his high carefully. 

Seungmin wasn't faring any better himself. The tentacle pounded at his prostate without a hitch, thrusting at a brutal pace. Drool dripped down his chin, precum pooling within the tendril's grip around his cock. "I-I fuck so cl-close," he stuttered, hips jerking as his orgasm grew closer to the edge. The tentacle plunges deeper within his hole, pressing right against his abused prostate "Fuck!" Seungmin strangled out, shutting his eyes tight.

His walls spasm and contracted around the tentacle, overstimulation burning from the last few thrusts. Seungmin panted, finding himself next to Jeongin's sex-dazed expression "Are you feeling alright?" he croaked, stroking Jeongin's cheek. "Ahm," Jeongin rasped, curling up under Seungmin's chin. The black mass pooled to the side of the bed, forming a humanoid figure. Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows, "What are you?" he asked, too weak to move. 

The monster lifted Seungmin up "A monster," it gargled, using its tentacles to turn on the water. Seungmin frowned, "Why would you call yourself that?" he asked, testing the temperature before allowing the monster to lay him in. It tilted its head, "I am one," it gargled, walking away to bring Jeongin. Seungmin opened his arms, holding Jeongin against his chest. "Do the others know of your existence?" Seungmin asked, lathering soap on Jeongin's slick-covered body.

"Yes," it answered blatantly before changing the slick-stained sheets to new ones. A sudden knock on the door stopped the monster in its tracks. Minho opened the door, eyes widened at the sight of the monster holding the fluid-stained sheets "Again? Really? Do you know how expensive sheets are these days?" Minho scolded, handing the monster the laundry basket. The monster hung its head, cleaning up.

"Hyung?" Seungmin called out, tightening his hold around Jeongin. Minho walked into the bathroom, running his fingers through Seungmin's hair "Are you feeling alright, pup?" he asked, squirting shampoo on his palm. Seungmin nodded "What is that monster, hyung?" he asked, looking up at Minho. "Well, I can't confirm its origins but it lurks within our house,"  Minho explained, soaping up Jeongin's hair.

"Does it fuck anyone its sees?" Seungmin asked, rinsing off the soap. "Hm, there is a pattern. It comes out when someone is heavily aroused. The timing is unpredictable though, so there's that,"  Minho replied, wrapping Jeongin's sleeping body with a towel. The monster gurgled, gesturing to the bed. "Thank you for cleaning up," Minho said, setting Jeongin down on the clean sheets. The monster preened, kissing Minho's forehead. 

Minho hummed, lifting Seungmin up "Cuddle up and rest, I'll wake you up before dinner," he said, tucking them in. "Okay," Seungmin grumbled, letting his exhaustion take over. The monster kissed their forehead, "Rest," it gargled, patting their bodies. Minho crossed his arms, "You need to make yourself known to Changbinnie and Hannie. Six out of Eight is enough don't you think?" he said, looking at the monster.

"Yes," it gargled, leaning down for Minho to pat its head. Minho chuckled, "Good. Let's leave these boys to sleep," he whispered, watching the monster slip into the darkness of the room. Minho left the door slightly agape before he left, letting some light in. Soft snores echoed within the room. The monster watched over them, lurking within every crevice.

[bunnydayss]

*SeungIn sharing a bed*

Jeongin: Minnie..

Seungmin: *grumbles* yeah?

Jeongin: I want ice cream.

Seungmin: *shifts to face him* Innie it’s 2 am…

Jeongin: I know… :((

Seungmin: *gets up and leaves the room*

Jeongin: *thinking* (Ah he’s probably using the bathroom).

—5 minutes later—

*Seungmin re-enters the bedroom fully clothed and with shoes on*

Seungmin: Well? Are you coming?

[hyunminsunger]

ㅤstray kids matching icons/metadinhas.

[flightlessdevotee]

redraw from a different angle

[moonchansunlix]

Shaman jeongin and his human seungmin

[succubus-hansol]

What I'd do to have this moment captured by my wife's art is immeasurable 😔💕

@sadlyshipwrecked 😘