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Dancing With Our Hands Tied

pairing: Hyunjin x fem!reader

tags: angst, fluff in ending, dancer Hyunjin, non-idol!au, college au, swearing

summary: Being in the coveted dance team of the university was no small feat. After being in the team for a whole year, you find yourself about to participate in a prestigious inter-college competition for Duet performance with none other than the college IT boy and dance team captain- Hyunjin. You'd spent one year suppressing your big fat crush on the charming boy, but now that you find yourself dancing in his arms, he just might paint you golden.

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Note: This can be read as a one-shot but I was kind of expanding on the universe from the Lee Know oneshot Mr Gorgeous.

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It was a nice Sunday morning and like every college student, all you wanted to do was sleep in. But unlike every student, you’re part of the university dance team. From the outside looking in, it was the most glamorous group to be a part of. Being a part of the team inherently gave you the highest social status on campus. You got special exemptions from certain tests and even privileges for missing mandatory events.

Little did they know that all the shine comes with a mountain of hard work. Getting into the dance team itself was a major task lasting 5 entire rounds of selections in multiple genres, solo and group showcase. And once you make it, there is no room for complacency. The team did at least three performances a month- in-house and external. So the only constant in your lives was practice sessions, assignments and sleepless nights.

For being the most desired group on campus, the dance team never got the time to do any of the popular kid things, apart from the validation itself. Except for the dance team co-captain, of course. Hwang Hyunjin will not let busy schedules and tiring practices stop him from being the campus IT boy. Nobody, literally nobody, is privy to his charms.

Including you.

Despite a lifetime of training in dance, the primary reason you tried out for the dance team was Hyunjin. You still remember the goosebumps on your skin and the way your jaw was on the floor the entire time he was on stage. On the day of your freshman orientation a year ago, you had joined hundreds gathered in the amphitheatre to see the dance team perform. The then sophomore, Hyunjin along with his friend Lino (Lee Minho), had been the stars of the show. The entire team, including the charming ex-captain- Chris, were immaculate. The performance was so power-packed mixed with equal parts grace and emotions. While the boys had done a hip-hop rendition, the girls had taken a contemporary approach. The two eventually collided to meet in the modern-pop genre for the finale. You decided then to join the dance team, so you did a few months later.

Although you should’ve decided against harbouring a huge crush on said It-boy. In the first two shows after making the team, you were nothing but a blubbering mess. It took all of your conscious energy to not stammer every time he so much as looked at you. Ultimately, you mellowed down, or maybe the reality of seeing Hyunjin woo more than half the campus with his charms and leave a trail of broken hearts got to you.

You still respected him as a dancer, it’s hard not to when he oozes power, grace and sometimes the literal demon while dancing. His on-stage persona was almost entirely different from the idiot who runs around pissing off his Co-captain Minho, or constantly trying to borderline harass the newest and youngest addition to the team- Jeongin.

Your phone alarm starts ringing bringing you back to reality- Sunday morning rehearsal. You silence it before it disturbs your roommates’ precious sleep. Trying your best to tiptoe your way around the dorm room, getting ready and after grabbing a granola bar from your desk, you make your way to the practice room.

On the way you meet your favourite person on the team- Felix (truth be told he’s everyone’s favourite).

“Hii Y/n.” He waves furiously giggling as he walks up to you.

“Hi Felix” you giggle back, simply because it’s impossible not to get affected by his infectious joy.

“How are you so cheerful at 6:30 AM?” You ask as he gives you a side hug. He just shrugs and skips alongside you to the practice room. You let out a little laugh at the little ball of sunshine that is Felix as he starts animatedly telling you random stories.

The practice room is in shambles. You and Felix exchange a flabbergasted look at each other and look around the room again. Everyone is crowded in the centre and talking over one another.

“Y/N! Come here. Fast.” You hear your Sumi, your teammate, call from somewhere amidst the chaos. When the team starts noticing you enter the room, they fall silent. They move back from crowding in the centre and you realise all eyes are switching between you and Sumi who is holding a paper in her hands.

“What’s going on?”

Sumi gulps and hands over the paper to you.

Inter-College Dance Competition Category: Duet Participants: Hyunjin and Y/N

Shit. Holy shit.

“Morning guys.”

The voice startled you. You whip your head to see Hyunjin enter the room, his duffel bag on his shoulder, clothes crumpled, and hair in a messy bun. Yet he looked ethereal.

He looks at you and smiles. “Oh Y/n, you’ve heard the news. Good, we can get down to the details then.”

Details? What details? Oh, right dance.

“Uh-huh. Yeah. Sure.” You finally manage with a nod.

“Alright guys let's start, we’ll do a couple run-throughs till noon, take a break and convene here at 4:30pm to get ready for the show. Finally, we go up there and rock the crowd. Sound like a plan?”

Everyone cheers and you nod, still processing the fact that you had been chosen to dance a duet with Hyunjin. Not just any performance but the biggest inter-college competition in the state. With Hyunjin. A duet. You. And Hyunjin. Good god it’s going to be a ride.

The team goes into a practised routine of rehearsals, chaos, more rehearsals and even more chaos.

At 1 PM you’re glad you can finally rest for a few hours before the performance. The evening rolls in, and you head to the green room. One by one, the girls start getting ready and the green room is already chaotic but becomes a full-blown circus once the boys crowd in.

From your place, you watch as Hyunjin hugs Jeongin so tight that the poor junior looks like he could die. Lino is sitting in his favourite corner (he has one everywhere he goes), cuddled up with his girlfriend- man has been the biggest simp since they got together a month ago. Felix is going around giving everyone motivation and cheering them up- typical Felix. He hugs you so tight and warm, you can feel the nerves physically leave you. Then there’s Yeji and Lia, discussing choreo parts with Sumi and others. The air in here is infectious, everyone is equal parts excited and nervous.

The performance goes by in a whizz, the adrenaline rushing through your entire body as you stand on stage witnessing your friends, classmates, seniors and juniors in the crowds enjoying the performance.

You feel alive.

Afterwards, you change out of the costume into your sweats and meet all your classmates who had come backstage to support you. The gratitude that fills your chest leaves you emotional.

You give Jeongin a tight hug, congratulating him on his official performance as part of the team. Even if he hates the hug, he gracefully accepts it and smiles wide. You were very entirely endeared by his cuteness- everyone was. Specifically his super fan Hyunjin.

Think of the devil and watch as he walks to where you and Jeongin are. Even though you squished down your tiny crush, you've always felt nervous around him- simply because he is Hwang Hyunjin. Now the impending performance and the sheer idea of having to spend weeks practising with Hyunjin- one on one, is doing no help to your nerves.

"Jeonginahhhhh," he squeals and you step back as he hugs the younger member. Jeongin tries his best to smile and endure it but fails, making you crack up.

"Hi Y/N," Hyunjin says, finally letting the younger one go free finally and turning to you.

"Hey, Hyunjin. Amazing performance." You manage to say, trying to keep your nerves at bay.

"Thanks. You did well too." He flashes his smile, his fringe falling to his face and his eye twinkling as his cheeks light up.

There goes any attempt of calming your nerves.

Hyunjin continues to shower Jeongin with compliments, rightfully so, and you watch how he looks carefree and young as the latter is glowing in pride and embarrassment.

Right as you turn to take your leave, Hyujin calls your name.

"Yeah?"

"We need to discuss the performance, when can we meet about that?"

The frown on your face turns up before you realise it and he laughs.

"I get it. I need a break too. Maybe we can meet on Friday evening?"

"Yeah, sure. That works for me."

"It's a date."

A what?

But before you can mull over what he meant, your friends drag you out of the green room to celebrate. You were glad for the welcome distraction. Especially watching Seungmin and Yumi constantly fight over everything as you and Jisung sit there laughing at their antics.

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"Y/n, You can do this! It is just dancing. You've been doing this your whole life. Well, not dancing with Hyunjin, but the semantics don't matter. You can still do this. It is just called a duet, maybe the two of you will not even be on stage at the same time. Hyunjin is a busy guy, he might just ask you to do your own choreo for your part. Y/n, I know you're gonna sla-"

"Y/n, I will MURDER you if you don't get out of the bathroom right fucking now."

Yumi's voice breaks you out of the pep-talk you were giving yourself in the bathroom mirror. You give yourself one final thumbs up and head out to see a fuming Yumi standing on the other side.

She grunts like a wounded dog and you giggle as you hug her in apology.

"Sorry. Anyways, I'm heading out now. Haffun." You pick up your bags and start walking toward the dorm room door.

"I will. All the best for your meeting. And Y/n?" You hum looking at her.

"It'll be alright, don't stress out too much." You nod appreciatively and wave as you head out.

The whole way to the practice room, you keep repeating the pep-talk to yourself. You've spent a good amount of time in the last four days telling yourself that the date comment is just a habit for the pro-charmer Hyunjin and it means nothing. You might've also spent a good few hours warning yourself not to develop any embarrassing feelings for him.

When you enter the practice room, you see Hyunjin, Yeji and Minho sitting in a corner discussing something. As the only seniors in the group, they make all the logistical and creative decisions for the team. Minho spots you first, smiling politely and Yeji follows suit. Hyunjin nods in your direction as the three of them start to pack up.

Yeji and Minho make small talk with you before leaving and you're left alone with Hyunjin. He sits down in the centre of the room, in front of the full-length mirror, and ties his shoes as you walk toward him. He's in his usual sweats and hair tied in a half-up bun.

"Hi." You mutter as you sit down next to him.

"Hello. Had a nice break?" He smiles and you nod.

"Yeah, slept like a pig. What about you?"

"Meh, I mean I got a break from the dancing but still... senior year you know. I'm just perpetually tired." He does look tired and you nod sympathetically.

"Well, I'm sure you'll fare better than me as a senior next year." He says with a smile, sounding sincere and it takes everything in you not to blush.

So much for no embarrassing feelings.

"Oh, sure. Don't downplay your achievements. No one could lead this team the way you do." You were speaking the facts but seeing him smile wide and bright made your stomach flip.

"Aye you don't need to butter me up anymore, you got the part in the biggest competition now."

"Hey, I wasn't trying to butter you up." You feign mock offence.

"Okay, I believe you. Anyway, let's start with the concept."

Please say anything except sexy or love.

"So the concept is love- more like finding your way back to love. So I thought we would do something where estranged exes find their way back to each other kind of."

Big time fuck.

You nod and smile as you process his words and what this might mean for said embarrassing feelings (which you will not harbour). You decide to be a professional and only focus on dancing.

"Yeah, that sounds cool. Do you have any choreo already planned?"

"Yeah." He pulls up his laptop from his bag and shows a video. Hyunjin and Yeji are dancing in the video, the dance is… touchy to say the least. You refuse to acknowledge the churning in your stomach as you see the two of them dance closely.

The dance is split into three parts- starting with solos expressing the regret and anger that both parties have, proceeding to a mirroring sequence where their anguish aligns and finally, the slow dance symbolising the happy ending.

Once the dance ends you stare at the blank screen for a minute before turning to see that Hyunjin is expectantly staring at you.

“So?” He asks with raised eyebrows and a small smile playing on his lips.

“Umm it’s amazing. As usual.” He smiles and waves away the compliment.

“I have one doubt though, why didn’t Yeji and you perform this?” Your voice comes out low and quiet. A part of you hopes your question doesn't make him rethink and choose Yeji instead- for dance, of course.

He shakes his head sidewise, a shy smile on his face. "It didn't feel right."

"Oh."

"Alright, so I can start teaching you the common parts and we can modify according to our needs as we go. I'll leave the solo to you. Okay?"

"Yeah cool."

Lord knows how this is going to end.

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"Hyunjin, let's do this once more and then we'll move on to the next part." You reprimand a whining Hyunjin, lying face-first on the practice room floor. It's the fourth day of practice sessions and both of you are running out of fuel quickly.

"Y/n, you're doing good. Let's just take a break and start with the slow dance part." He whines turning to face you with a pout.

You want to give in to his antics but you hold your stand. Partly because it is a mirroring dance and you desperately want to be completely in sync with Hyunjin (the man dances like he is the god of dance). Another part because you wanted to delay the thought of starting the next section of the performance because the thought of being close to Hyunjin and doing the slow-contemporary dance section made your legs turn to slime.

"No. I just want to perfect this. Just onceeee. Then we can take a break, and start the- the other part." You flash him your best puppy-dog face and he sighs as he gets up from the floor.

"Alright let's do this but I don't know what you are worrying about, you're perfect already."

Cue embarrassing butterflies and feelings you definitely do not feel.

And like clockwork, the two of you start moving according to the beat. You had watched Hyunjin's every minuscule movement and so had he. Now you are in so much sync that the perfectionist in both of you is almost entirely satiated.

"Okay... that was brilliant Y/n. Please let's take a break and start learning the next part." He says taking deep breaths and chugging water. You can barely nod as you catch your breath.

The next hour is spent eating the dinner you ordered a while back, reviewing the latest run and the choreography video.

"What are you thinking for the solo part?" He asks between bites and you have to admit he looks cute with his cheeks filled as he chews and frowns as he enjoys the food.

"I'm thinking of sticking to my roots- just contemporary."

"Oh that's good. You're good at contemporary."

"I- Thanks." He smiles.

"You should do something similar to your audition performance."

You nod involuntarily and then his words sink in. "You remember that?"

"Yeah, I do. It was an amazing performance Y/N. I'm sure everyone remembers it." You scoff and he raises an eyebrow.

"Minho asked me if I am new, last month."

He laughs. "No no, that's just his messed up humour sense. But anyways, I speak for myself when I say it's hard to forget such a good performance. And you."

You end up swallowing a big bite of your burger and start to choke as he just smiles and hands you the water bottle. Before you can say anything, he is up for the next part.

It starts fine, the two of you slowly moving toward each other with each step- from mirroring each other to reaching out. Then comes the trickier part. It starts with your hands brushing, the two of you circling around the other, looking into each other. Obviously, you look anywhere but his face. Because staring into those eyes will not do anything good for you. He doesn't say anything if he notices the little flinches or lack of eye contact.

The two of you keep practising the moves over and over until both of you are satisfied with the flow. Now it is becoming increasingly hard for you to focus on these details. Especially considering how your heart is beating in your ears with every step the two of you take.

He needs to hold your hand and move it in a curve while his other hand is on your hip. And it gets worse, as the following step requires you to turn and face him, your hands on his neck, his on your hips as you bend away and come back to his embrace. He suggests going over each movement slowly and it worsens your plight. You hear his voice from a distance as you do your best not to stare at his lips that are inches away. You can see that he is saying something and you find yourself nodding along. You do the step according to his counts and return to his embrace.

This is when you do the mistake of looking up at his face, he is staring down at you too. You see the black fringes that have escaped the bun, sticking to the corners of his face. His forehead is lined with beads of sweat, thin darkened eyes, and plump lips slightly apart. The clock ticks somewhere but neither of you seems to realise, until eventually, you snap back into sense- the inherent panic of feelings stirring in your stomach.

You step back and look at your feet, he stays still and starts fidgeting with his hands.

"I- Um... It's almost 10. I- I should head back." You stammer, slowly looking at him. He looks at you for a second and nods. You nod and start collecting your things.

"Do you want me to walk you back?" And thud goes your water bottle, slipping from your hands- entirely due to your clumsiness and nothing to do with butterflies, of course.

"Uh no not necessary. It's just a 5 min walk." You hope he looks disappointed but hope is a dangerous game for a fool trying to live in denial.

"Ok. Bye." He turns to his bag before you can say your bye and that's that.

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"Two days. That's all we have for the performance! And this is when Hyunjin decides he can just go galivanting about and not show up to practice." You groan to yourself, standing in front of the full-length mirror in the practice room.

The last two weeks of practice have been a lot less eventful compared to the first. After the first day of doing the slow dance, things shifted between Hyunjin and you. Both of you became more distant and closer, at the same time. Some days you bickered like childhood besties, and on others, both of you walked around each other on eggshells. He often showed up to morning practice with crumpled clothes and messed up hair and your heart would drop to your stomach realising he must've spent the night with someone else. You would immediately reprimand yourself for making assumptions just to get your feelings in check.

And yet here you were, mind running in a million different directions as you figure he could be with anybody right now, while you sit in the musty old practice room at 7pm on a Saturday evening. These thoughts never helped, so you resort to your comfort zone- dancing.

And for the third time that evening, you go over your solo part and the rest of the dance. You are tired of dancing the same things so you start freestyling to your favourite tracks. Dancing always made you feel good, especially when you poured all your emotions out through your body. You lost yourself to the song, letting the beat and your body carry you away.

That's how you fail to notice Hyunjin's arrival until you get startled by the loud claps coming from the door. You whip your head around to see him standing with his go-to sweatshirt, duffel bag and hair in a bun. He is smiling wide, the kind that made his eyes small and cheeks full.

"Y/N, that was sooo goood. I've never seen you move like that till now. That was amazing, really!"

This boy made it so hard to live in denial with his charm, kind words and that smile. And that's why you can do nothing but smile and giggle like a little girl as you mutter a small thanks.

"Sorry, I got caught up in work. Have you been waiting long?" You watch as he puts his bag down and starts stretching and you see that his sweatshirt is inside out, and his hair is messier than you've ever seen. Here's the thing about this boy- he goes around breaking hearts without intending to. And here's the thing about unrequited crushes- you become somewhat of an Agatha Christie, just connecting all the randomest dots just to make up reasons to let your heart down again, it's almost a masochistic need. Logically, you knew better than to assume messy clothes meant anything of significance. But as a woman on a mission to prevent herself from falling deeper, you would grip onto anything that provides an anchor for your heart- even if it means you end up breaking your heart anyway.

And which is why you blurt out, "Why do you care if I wait... I'm sure you have better people to attend to anyway."

The piercing tone of your voice makes Hyunjin stop in his tracks and look at you through the mirror. The room is dead silent as you pick apart the skin in your cuticles in an attempt to keep the tears from falling and your heart from breaking further. Maybe it was the exhaustion, the all too familiar feeling of heartache that comes with unrequited love, but the shell you had so carefully maintained had come crashing down.

"Wha- What are you saying?" His voice comes soft and nervous. You do the mistake of looking up, through the mirror. You scoff and swallow the tears back, "No, nothing. I just- forget it. Let's practice."

"Are you sure? You just said something abou-"

"Can we just practice once and get over with this. I'm exhausted." You snap.

He just nods and proceeds to start the music. You don't look at him, not even during the mirroring sequence, he huffs a little too loudly at that. The run-through itself goes smoothly, until the last sequence. It's hard to do a romantic slow dance when you refuse to meet his eyes and keep flinching every time he touches you. Still, both of you push through. You get out of his clutches the second the song ends and start to pack your things.

"Y/N, why are you already packing?"

This boy makes it very hard not to get unreasonably angry at him because he doesn't let you hate him.

"It's almost 9 pm Hyunijn. I have been here since 6, I'm tired." He just nods and stays silent. You gather your things, throw your bag on your shoulder and leave. If he realises that this is the first time in two weeks you didn't wave or say bye enthusiastically like you usually do, he doesn't show it. If he realises that this is the first time in two weeks that he hasn't asked to walk you back to your dorm and you refused the offer like you usually do, he doesn't show it. The walk back to the dorm feels a lot heavier for the first time.

The next day is nothing short of a struggle, your eyes burning due to the incessant crying from the previous night, mind spinning everywhere and body weak. You were ashamed to have let your feelings mess you up so bad. Usually, you'd be extra careful to eat more and rest well during practice and performance times. This is probably the first time that you show up to the dress rehearsal with big bags beneath your eyes and feeling like a mess. It's not your first unrequited heartbreak, just the first time it feels this heavy and lonely.

The rehearsal is sullen- neither you nor Hyunjin makes any effort to talk. The tension in the air gets to the audiences for the day- Minho, Felix and Yeji. They exchange looks and try their best to engage both of you in some kind of conversation- it doesn't work. You put on the outfit and it makes you look decent despite your haggard state. The salt in the wound is how gorgeous Hyunjin looks in his outfit- not surprising, but still annoying considering he walked in looking downright homeless and sleep-deprived. The outfit doesn't hide the state of his face, yet he looks gorgeous. A week earlier both of you had been so excited to see the outfits, you even had hopes of Hyunjin finally seeing what is in front of his eyes. Yeah, stupid embarrassing feelings.

There are two full run-throughs, and the emotions until the last part is so enthralling to the audience. The three watching can see the tension flash as the two of you do your best to avoid each other's eyes and finish the dance. They don't press much, you're thankful for that. Getting out of the outfit, ready to head back to the dorm, you step out of the door only to find Hyunjin standing there- back in his oversized sweatshirt, messy hair and sullen expression. He always looked a lot younger and innocent when he wasn't performing, and you liked that about him- until now.

"Y/N, can I walk you to your dorm?" His voice quivers and he looks like an actual wounded puppy.

"Not needed." You avoid his gaze to evade giving in and walk away before he can retaliate. You always refused his offer knowing it was just another steep step right into disaster- as if the one already caused wasn't enough. You've also seen him pull the same gentlemanly moves with girls and boys across the campus and watch the poor suckers fall for him only to get burnt. Even after trying your best, you got burnt, you didn't need more reason.

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"Y/N, can we just talk once before going on stage please," Hyunjin begs from the driver's seat. He is driving the two of you to the competition and the minute you sit down he says this.

"Let's just go. I have a headache." It wasn't a lie, but it felt bad rejecting him that way. The rest of the drive is silent, save for the faint music coming from the radio- which was annoyingly filled with love songs. After an hour's drive, you both arrive at the location. the entire place is filled with students from multiple universities across the state, all excited and dressed up, except for the two of you. You hate yourself for making this hard for both of you, especially when he did nothing actually wrong.

Stupid feelings.

"Stop fidgeting with your nails." Hyunjin snaps at you. He is sitting next to you in the green room- looking ethereal with makeup and costume on.

"I'm trying." You grunt back. There are ten minutes left for the performance and both of you are getting increasingly agitated.

"I'll help," is all he says before taking your hand in his and caging it there as looks toward the side of the stage. You try to protest but he clutches your hand pretty firmly.

"I won't burn you, stop squirming." His words effectively shut you up. You try to numb the feelings arising from his touch. You almost manage to do it until you realise he is rubbing circles around your palm. You're simultaneously calming down and getting more worked up. But he does manage to distract you till it's go-time. He gives you a small genuine smile and you nod, almost letting the tears fall. His face deflates but he immediately collects himself and goes into performance mode.

The music begins, you look out into the crowd, the nerves turn to excitement, and you feel alive. Hyunjin's solo leaves the crowd in awe. The audience goes wild during the mirroring sequence. But all the sound starts draining out as you move closer to him. You look at him, he looks at you, and your hands intertwine. The both of you move according to the beat- the only thing that exists right now is the music, Hyunjin and you. For the next minute he's yours and you're his. No one needs to know, the world could divide you later but for now, this was your sacred oasis.

A tear rolls down your cheek, and he reaches to brush it off in sync with the beat. His eyes sparkle, and there are a million emotions behind them. You want to hold on, you want to dance with him as long as you can. Both of you are in the tightest embrace you've ever been in, with shallow breaths, wet eyes and a big lump in your throat. The applause makes you break and look at the audience.

Neither of you speaks as you wait backstage for the last performance. You look everywhere but at him, trying to be as discreet as possible while rubbing the tears off your face. Eventually, all contestants are called up on stage. Hyunjin and you stand shoulder to shoulder, his palm brushing against yours but never reaching to hold on. The third and second places have been announced, the room is pulsing with tension and yet all you can think about is the man on your right.

You faintly hear your name, along with Hyunjin's, and it takes two seconds to realize that you've won the competition. What should've been the highest of highs of your life feels anti-climatic. You look up at him, both of you are smiling wide with teary eyes. You bear tears of fear and heartache, while he is probably teary-eyed on achieving this prestigious prize. The two of you collect the prize, congratulate fellow participants, and socialise with the other people there with practised smiles.

After an exhausting hour, the two of you are back in Hyunjin's car, still in outfits and makeup. He drives silently and you close your eyes fearing the tears will fall down otherwise. The car halts a while later as you've reached the campus. Both of you collect your things, take the cup and medal you won to the practice room and change out of the costumes.

Just as you turn to leave the room and head back to the dorms, he stops you with a hand on his wrist. You turn to question him but he doesn't look at you. He's locking the door with one hand as he holds on to you with the other. You roll your eyes.

"Hyunjin let me go."

He turns, now done with the lock, and starts walking forward as he drags you with him.

"Let me go, Hyunjin. I'm serious." He keeps walking, and you follow, until you've reached a room that looks like a storage room. He stops in front of the door and still doesn't let go of your hand. You're too confused to say anything although your head is buzzing with a million questions.

"When someone asks to walk you back, you should let them."

"Huh?" He turns to look at you, eyes dark and serious. He hasn't taken his makeup yet and he looks positively dangerous if not enthralling.

"I said, stop refusing when I ask to walk you back." His words are sharp and his voice is low.

"Why? What does that change?" The sting in your eye returns, you can't bare to look at him so you turn away.

But he holds your chin in his palm, the one that isn't holding your hand, and turns you to face him. "Y/N, I don't understand what I did wrong. Just please tell me, I'll do anything to make you happy."

"Why? Why do you want to make me happy? So that you can break my heart like you break everyone else's?" He looks shocked and the tears are now flowing desperately from your eyes.

"What are you even saying?"

"Hyunjin stop pretending... everyone knows that you just charm people and sleep around. Actually, it's not even your fault. I'm the idiot who knew all this and still let myself fall for you." You can feel your heart disintegrate and sincerely wish he'd let you go so that you can go hide in the comfort of your bed.

"What the fuck Y/N? Just 'cuz people say something doesn't make it true. I don't just go around flirting and sleeping with people." He's angry and you can hear it. You know he has the right to be but can't help your emotions. He is still holding your hand despite his anger, you note.

"Then where do you disappear off to every night? And why do you always show up in dishevelled clothes and messed up hair?" You sound stupid, now that the words are out of your mouth, but then no fool in love ever remains sane.

He sighs and throws his head back in frustration.

"You idiot. That- that's not because I'm fucking someone every night. It's- I go to.."

"To what Hyunjin?" Your patience is running low and he looks nervous.

He sighs. Letting your hand go, he opens the door to the storage room and turns the light on. It is an art studio, filled with paintings upon paintings. You turn to Hyunjin, more confused than before.

"This is my makeshift studio. A gallery owner has signed me on as the artist for their upcoming exhibition. I'm trying to get stuff done for that. It's next week. That's why I am always late to practice and why I look 'dishevelled'." He says quietly, with air quotes and a desperate tone in his voice.

"What?" To say you're surprised would be an understatement. You know he is an art major and that he paints, but all of this is new information. You look around the room once more, there are various kinds of paintings- places, flowers and even people.

"Yeah. I've been trying to show you my work for weeks now, that's why I keep asking to walk you back. I have always wanted to show you my work but didn't get the courage to talk to you personally till the practice." He looks nervous and his mouth forms into a pout. You just let out a laugh as more tears roll down your cheeks at the relief. "Why are you still crying?" He asks slowly as he wipes the tears away and you just laugh.

"So... you're not with someone else?"

He smiles now and shakes his head. "But I want to be..." Your eyes widen and the lump in your throat that was finally starting to dissolve comes back in full force. Seeing your face he starts to laugh.

He faces you, letting go of your hand to hold your face in both of his hands and leaning toward you. Your heart is beating in your chest.

"Dummy, it is you I like. Don't know how or when, but yeah..."

It appears that the act of having someone reciprocate our feelings can be perceived as rather endearing rather than embarrassing.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks slowly, his voice dangerously low.

"How are you so sure I like you back?"

He smirks at you and rolls his tongue in his inner cheek.

"Hmm... let's see how. You just acted like a crazy idiot for a week and told me it is because you thought I was fucking other people." Your face burns up in embarrassment as his smirk turns into a full smile. "Also, you get so extremely flustered every time I come close to you and your face is all red and cute, just like right now."

You close your eyes shut tight at his words, ready to combust.

"I didn't do a good job keeping my crush in control at all huh." You manage to say, slowly opening your eyes to see him smiling brightly.

"Absolutely not." The both of you laugh, he pulls your face closer and you hold onto his waist for balance. The lump of anxiety in your throat has turned into a plethora of butterflies.

"So can I kiss you or do you just want to keep staring at my lips like you do every time we dance."

"Oh shut up, Hyunjin."

He laughs and leans in but pulls back at the last minute. You let out a whine in protest.

"I- I just wanted to confirm, I like you and want to date you. Only you. Is that clear?" You just nod, breaking into a smile so big your jaw hurts.

"Also you might be the muse of my paintings."

"What? How many?"

He looks shy. "One?" You raise your eyebrows. "Okay, five."

"Hyunjin wha-"

You never get to finish the sentence as he takes your mouth in his and you've never loved rude interruptions before. Seems like wouldn't mind anything as long as you get to hold and be held by Hyunjin and dance with him through a thousand storms.

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subskz · 2 years ago

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something new - l.mh

note: this is a reupload from my old blog

content: sub minho, dom reader, light body worship, biting, handjob, fingering (m receiving), light praise, begging, cum eating, reader’s sex is unspecified

word count: 4.1k

“Ow!”

Your squeak was immediately followed by the sound of Minho’s mischievous laughter, only growing louder as you turned to give him a glare. “Minho,” You huffed, gingerly rubbing the spot where he’d pinched your hand. “That hurt.”

He simply grinned, bunny teeth peeking out from behind his lips. The sight ebbed your annoyance a bit, and you settled for giving him a half-hearted swat before leaning back against him.

He had curled up next to you on the bed as the two of you attempted to solve puzzles on your phone together. In typical Minho fashion, he had to balance out the fact that he was feeling affectionate by bothering you as much as possible.

He’d been helpful initially, using his sharp wit to figure out the answers with ease, but as time went on, it seemed he became more interested in making your life difficult than actually contributing anything.

“Causing irritation or annoyance,” Minho read the next hint out loud. “Vexing.”

“Lee Minho.” You grumbled.

The comment earned you a sharp poke to the stomach, and you gritted your teeth to avoid giving him the reaction he wanted.

“Mmm...nope! Doesn’t fit.”

You wondered just how satisfying it would be to push him off the bed right then and there. Furrowing your brows, you reread the hint, racking your brain for possible adjectives to fill in the space. You’d gained plenty of points on the app already, but you still needed a few more to unlock the next level, and Minho’s presence had started to make that goal seem unachievable.

You stiffened as the man in question took hold of your hand—the same one that he’d pinched. “Don’t.” You warned, trying to yank it away. Minho puckered his lips into an irresistible pout, blinking at you innocently.

“Just wanna kiss it better,” He claimed, tone so sweet that you knew there had to be a catch. You eyed him doubtfully as he brought your hand up to his lips, giving the sensitive spot a peck.

There was a pause, and just when you thought it was safe to let your guard down, he stuck his tongue out and licked you.

Goosebumps immediately rose on your skin, and Minho snickered as you let out a disgusted groan. “Gross, Minho.” You complained, wiping the back of your hand on his shirt.

“What? That’s how cats heal wounds, y’know.” He pointed out proudly.

With that, a golden opportunity to get back at him presented itself. “Yeah?” You cooed, demeanor shifting. “Is Lino my little kitty?”

You jokingly brought your hand up to pet his hair, and Minho let out that fake, warning laugh of his that meant you were in danger. Deciding to push your luck, you scratched underneath his chin.

“Such a pretty kitty.” You praised, only pulling away with a panicked giggle when Minho’s jaws snapped in an attempt to bite you.

He managed to grab hold of your wrist in time, but instead of retaliating like you’d feared, he lined his fingers up with yours, big eyes sparkling playfully. “Mm...I have cuter hands than you, don’t you think?”

You barely restrained the urge to tease him again as you were once again reminded of how dainty they were. It was as if Minho had deliberately been blessed with the most delicate features imaginable to mask his troublesome personality underneath. You were certain that great care had been put into his design so that he was just endearing enough to get away with all his antics—a cat through and through.

“Obviously,” You hummed. “Everything about you is the cutest.”

Minho paused, clearly not expecting that sort of response, and the faintest tint of red crept up on his ears. His small fingers played with yours, brushing faintly against your skin.

“Yours are still nice, though.” He mumbled, almost to himself.

You watched Minho fondly, amused by how fixated he seemed to be on your hand all of a sudden. As he inspected it with a strange fascination, you took the chance to admire his side profile to your heart’s content. You took in his long lashes, your eyes following along the bridge of his nose right down to the adorable little freckle at its tip.

“What’s got you so interested all of a sudden?”

“I wanna try something new.” Minho announced.

He kept his eyes focused on your entwined fingers to avoid the look you gave him, and you could’ve sworn you saw his cheeks redden to match his ears. When he made no effort to elaborate, you gave his hand a gentle squeeze, encouraging him to continue.

Minho scrunched his lips to the side as if contemplating something deep and profound. You leaned a bit closer to him, studying his thinking face with growing curiosity.

“Don’t we…” He hesitated. “Y’know that new thing we got the other day?”

His attempt to sound nonchalant failed so spectacularly that you had to push back a smile.

“Mhm,” You played along. “You mean the thing that you suggested we buy?”

He made a face, not taking kindly to the reminder. There was another pause, long enough that you could tell he was struggling to figure out how to phrase his next words.

“I wanna use it.”

You tilted your head, fully aware of what he was trying to get at. “For?”

Though Minho held eye contact to the best of his ability, you didn’t miss the way the tips of his ears flared up, an undeniably deep red this time. His hold on your hand tightened in place of an answer, blinking rapidly through the silence.

Eventually, he gave up, realizing you weren’t going to let him off that easily. Huffing in defeat, he steeled himself.

“Wanna try fingering.” He deadpanned.

Your unsurprised reaction wasn’t lost on Minho. The fact that you’d seen right through him was both a source of comfort and unease. It was something he’d never quite gotten used to—having someone who could read him the way you did—and it filled his chest with a strange exhilaration.

“You feel ready?” You asked.

Minho nodded, searching your face for some sign of disapproval. “We don’t have to,” He said hastily, his burst of courage fizzling out. “Just thought it’d be...interesting to try.”

He trailed off awkwardly. His eyes averted again in a rare display of embarrassment, and you felt yourself soften.

“I think it’d be interesting, too.” You agreed playfully, unlocking your fingers to take his face into your hands.

Minho grumbled as you mocked his choice of words. Despite that, his earlier resistance was nowhere to be found when you squished his cheeks together, making his lips pucker.

“Lino’s so curious,” You murmured. “You really are just like a kitten, hm?”

He mustered up the most threatening glare he could, but his flushed cheeks and wide eyes betrayed him. You smiled when he said nothing, choosing instead to pout as his face grew hotter under your touch. It wasn’t often that you were able to catch Minho flustered to this degree, and you were determined to make the most of it.

“Can we?” He breathed, voice even softer than usual.

You leaned forward to press a kiss to his nose, and you felt him relax. “Whatever my baby wants.” You said sweetly. “I’ll be right back.”

Minho gave a small half-smile, and you patted his cheek before slipping off the bed to make your way over to your closet. With a bit of digging around, you were able to find the thing in question–that being, a bottle of lube. It was still unopened, purchased on a whim just like many of Minho’s other sudden objects of interest.

You’d learned very early on that experimenting was a given when it came to Minho. He wanted to try anything and everything at least once, often dropping new ideas on you with little to no warning. Whether it was done to catch you off guard or just his capricious mind at work, you weren’t sure, but judging by how shy he’d get after each blunt request, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was just attempting to mask his own apprehension.

Knowing how impatient he could be, you made quick work of retrieving the bottle, washing your hands, and returning to the bedroom. There, you found Minho squirming slightly on the mattress, looking adorably lost. His eyes lit up when he saw you, and you smiled warmly as you joined him on the bed.

He watched intently as you opened the bottle of lube, his dark eyes locked on the object. “This’ll make things easier for both of us,” You reassured him. “Wanna make sure I can slide into you just fine, yeah?”

Minho let out a small whine of embarrassment, and you couldn’t hide how delighted you were to see him so easily flustered. Once you’d removed the plastic film from its cover, you placed the lube on the nightstand and leaned forward to give him a soft kiss. He instantly melted into it, humming into your mouth.

When you pulled away, some of the unease in his eyes seemed to have disappeared, and you nuzzled your nose against his. “No need to be nervous.” You reassured him. “We can stop any time you want, okay?”

At that, Minho’s lips curved into a small smirk, showing a glimpse of his usual self. “If you do a good job, we won’t have to.”

You pulled away with a click of your tongue. Normally, you’d scold him for mouthing off like that, but you knew that his teasing was just an attempt to calm himself down. “Keep talking,” You dismissed. “Let’s see how smart you are once I’m inside you.”

Minho was thankful there was no way for you to catch how your words made his heart jump. When you motioned for him to lay down, he obeyed without any further remarks. He shuffled back on the bed, resting his head down against the pillows and spreading his legs for you. You adjusted your own position so that you were between his thighs, and your hands found their way to the hem of his shirt.

Minho’s breath hitched as you tugged on it without warning, sliding the garment up so that his stomach was exposed. You watched the way it rose and fell as his breathing picked up, overtaken by the urge to plant a kiss on the soft skin. You did exactly that, earning a squeak of surprise from him.

“Such a pretty boy.” You mumbled, pressing another kiss right above his belly button.

He grumbled half-heartedly as you peppered kisses along his tummy, paying special attention to his surgical scar when your lips passed over it. You opened your mouth against his skin, moving further and further down his abdomen and leaving wet marks wherever you went. The plush heat made Minho shiver, and it wasn’t long before he was squirming beneath you again.

“T-tickles,” He complained breathlessly, letting out a quiet whimper as you grazed your teeth along his flesh. You smiled into your kisses before licking a long stripe down his stomach, only stopping when you reached the waistband of his pants.

Minho’s whole body jolted, and he made an unhappy noise, reaching out to paw at you. “Quit teasing me,” He whined. “You know what I want.”

“Be patient.” You mumbled, ghosting your fingers over his clothed length. “You’ve never done this before, let’s take it slow.”

You knew your words were the exact opposite of what Minho wanted to hear, and he made that apparent with another childish grumble. It was quickly silenced, however, as you began palming at his bulge.

Minho jerked up with a gasp, his eyes fluttering shut. You briefly admired the way his long lashes rested atop his cheeks before slipping your hands under the waistband of his pants. He immediately lifted his hips higher, far too eager to bother with giving you any trouble today.

You tugged his pants off along with his boxers in one smooth motion. As his length came into view, you felt a tinge of pride noticing that he’d grown half-hard from your kisses alone.

Minho sighed as you began to stroke him slowly, both out of pleasure and frustration that you still weren’t giving him what he wanted. “You’re m-mean,” He stuttered. “Want you inside me already.”

“But look how much your pretty cock is twitching,” You purred, relishing in the dissatisfied whimper he let out. “It’s just begging me for attention.”

You ran your thumb over his slit, gathering some of the precum that had accumulated to spread along the rest of his length. The sensation made Minho’s thighs quiver, and he bucked his hips up in a wordless plea for more.

With a tsk, you flattened your other palm against his stomach, pushing him back down against the mattress. The added pressure of your hand spiked his pleasure more than he’d like to admit, and he couldn’t hold back the sharp gasp that escaped him.

“Since when are you this desperate, Lino?” You teased, giving him a gentle squeeze.

“You’re just—hah—as excited as m-me.” He retorted.

Minho grimaced over how unsteady his voice sounded, and he felt his face burn hotter when you simply laughed in response.

“Am I?” You drawled. “Say it without stuttering and I might believe you.”

You didn’t bother waiting for an answer, instead rolling your palm around the head of his dick to make him cry out. He was fully hard now, and you pumped his length a few more times before releasing him from your grip all at once.

A low protest escaped Minho as you did, as if the bliss of your hand had already made him lose sight of what he’d been vying for.

“Relax,” You shushed him. “I’m gonna give you what you want so bad now.”

Minho’s eyes were dark with arousal when he blinked them open. His usual mischief was nowhere to be found as he gazed up at you, watching anxiously while you reached over to retrieve the lube from your nightstand.

You squeezed a generous amount onto your index and middle finger, lathering them with the slippery substance. Once they were thoroughly coated, you settled back between Minho’s legs, and he instinctively spread them wider for you. “I’m gonna start with just one, alright?” You told him gently, bringing your middle finger to prod at his entrance.

Minho hissed at the cold, unfamiliar feeling, his whole body tensing up. “Right.” He managed through gritted teeth.

You placed your other hand on his thigh and slowly began to slide your middle finger inside of him. He sucked in a sharp breath, instantly tightening around you.

“Loosen up, babe.” You ordered softly, rubbing delicate circles into the skin of his thigh. “If you’re that tense it’s gonna be uncomfortable.”

Minho swallowed hard, squeezing his eyes shut as he nodded. You waited patiently for his body to relax before sliding the rest of your finger in, paying close attention to the cute hiccups he let out the deeper you inched.

Once you were fully inside, you gave him a few moments to adjust, kneading his flesh with your other hand in an attempt to soothe him. “Do you feel alright?” You checked.

He struggled to compose himself before responding. “Mhm,” He breathed. “Weird...but not bad.” Minho clenched around your finger as he spoke, still getting used to how it felt pressing against his walls.

“Just let me know if it gets to be too much.” You murmured, beginning to pull out bit by bit.

“I can take it,” He assured you. His confidence was instantly overtaken by the broken moan that spilled out of him. Your eyes gleamed with amusement, and you paused for a moment before you pushed back inside of him, admiring the way his cock twitched as you did.

You began to pump your finger in and out tentatively, building up a smooth pace. Minho’s cries immediately burst into the room, the new, pleasurable sensation quickly clouding his mind and eliciting noises that made your stomach flip. His sweet sounds encouraged you to keep going, and you increased the speed of your movements, hungry for more of his reactions.

“Have you been dreaming about this for a while now?” You cooed. “Having my fingers inside of you?”

Minho gripped the bedsheets, his back arching sinfully. “Yes,” He mewled without hesitation. “Needed it.” His thighs started to tremble again, and you strengthened your grasp to steady him.

“So cute.” You hummed, digging your nails into the skin of his thigh. “You’re not as subtle as you think, angel.”

The pitiful groan that spilled out of him only emphasized your words. You curled your finger inside him, brushing along his prostate in a way that sent a ripple down his spine. Minho cried out your name sharply, a string of curses following soon after.

“Such a dirty mouth,” You frowned. “That’s not how a good boy talks, is it?”

Minho let out a whine in response, pushing his hips towards you in an attempt to recreate the delicious sensation he’d just felt. “Again,” He demanded weakly.

You clicked your tongue. Instead of complying, you brought your slick index finger to prod at his entrance, causing him to gasp. “Since you’re so desperate, I think you’ll have no problem taking another, yeah?”

Minho swallowed hard, trying to even his rapid breathing. “Y-yes...more.” He pleaded, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to brace himself. You trailed your index finger around his hole, amused by the way his squirming grew more and more restless the longer you dragged out the wait.

It wasn’t until he whimpered impatiently that you finally slipped it in to join your middle finger inside of him. Minho inhaled so quickly that he nearly choked, and it took all of his strength to keep himself from stiffening as you delicately stretched him out.

“You’re taking me so well,” You murmured, marveling at how your finger disappeared inside of him so smoothly. “You sure you haven’t done this before?”

“Sh-shut up,” He stuttered breathlessly. The soft whimper that he let out as you spread your fingers inside him did little to help his case.

“Watch your mouth,” You warned. “Or I just might decide to stop.”

Minho blinked his eyes open in an attempt to scowl at you, his gaze hazy with lust. You held his stare with ease, unable to take him seriously when he looked so helpless beneath you. His hair was tousled from all his wriggling around, his face was flushed a pretty pink, and his swollen lips were parted as he panted heavily.

You moved your hand from his thigh to brush your fingers through his damp hair, wiping away the beads of sweat that had formed. “Hah…‘m sorry,” Minho finally huffed, pressing his lower half against your hand to try and gain some friction.

Satisfied with his quick surrender, you gave his cheek a pat and began to pump your fingers once more. Minho let out a long, adorably high-pitched moan, and his cock spasmed against his stomach as the pleasure kicked in again.

You leaned down to press a kiss to his thigh, causing him to jolt in surprise. He instinctively tried closing his legs, and you pressed your hand down on his thigh to hold him in place. You hooked your fingers inside him as you worked your mouth, finding his sweet spot and earning a choked sob from the boy.

“Again,” Minho gasped, hips rocking subconsciously. “Again...please, please,”

You peppered more kisses along his thigh, smirking against his skin. “You sound so pretty.” You hummed. “Is it that good, baby?”

Before he could respond, you repeated the motion, curling your fingers and drawing out a whine that was positively sinful.

“Yes,” He moaned, his grip on the sheets becoming so tight that the veins in his arms protruded. “Love it—ah!—keep going, p-please.”

To hear Minho beg so openly sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, and you quickly complied with his plea. You bit down gently on his thigh, taking satisfaction in the way it made him shudder, and began to curl and uncurl your fingers at a steady pace against his sweet spot.

Minho’s airy cries grew more and more shameless, spilling out of him with little break in between. You pulled back from his thigh to catch a glimpse of his blissed out state, licking your lips as you drank in the sight of him.

He had bitten down on his bunched up shirt, but that didn’t stop the delicious sound of his moans from filling the room. More precum had gathered at the head of his dick, and it dribbled down onto his stomach, which rose and fell rapidly with every heave.

“So good,” Minho whimpered through the fabric, arching his back off the mattress. “Almost there—ngh—please.”

You continued to hook your fingers in just the right way as he clenched around you,, and when his cock began to jerk wildly against his stomach, you knew that he was close. You reached out to take a hold of his length with your free hand, ready to stroke him to completion, only for him to gasp out a protest.

“N-no,” He slurred. “Wanna c-cum from just this.”

Minho’s words sent a shiver down your spine, and a delighted grin made its way onto your face. “My baby really likes this, huh?”

You spread your fingers out in a scissor-like motion several times before going back to teasing his sweet spot. All it took was a few more skillful curls, and he was sent over the edge.

The sob that escaped Minho was unlike any you’d ever heard before. He bucked his hips up frantically, spilling onto his stomach as wave after wave of pleasure overwhelmed him. His seed shot out of him in several spurts, and you admired the way it decorated his skin.

You continued to finger him through his climax, eating up every spasm of his body and weak mewl of your name. When the last few drops of his cum had been emptied, you halted the movement of your fingers to allow him to come down from his high.

Minho’s whimpers gradually turned into slower, more controlled breaths, and the desperate expression on his face morphed into one of contentment. He relaxed under your touch, and you made sure to be gentle when you pulled your fingers out of him, admiring the way his hole gaped at the sudden loss.

A light tug at your shirt stopped you when you rose from the bed to retrieve a washcloth. You turned your head curiously to find Minho gazing up at you with that lazy, half-lidded look that he knew you couldn’t resist.

You softened. “I’m just getting a towel to clean you up.” You reassured him, trying again to pull away. He made no move to let go, however, and it was difficult to hold your resolve under his unwavering stare.

“So needy.” You sighed, unable to keep the fondness out of your voice as you flopped back down on the bed.

Minho grinned triumphantly before settling his head into your lap, not even trying to mask how hungry he was for your affection. He rested his cheek on your leg with a self-satisfied noise, and as you eyed his stained stomach, an idea came to mind.

He jumped when your fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of his tummy, scooping up his seed on your clean hand and bringing it to his lips. Minho let out a flustered whine, his ears quickly going red again. “If you’re not gonna let me clean you up, at least do it yourself.” You scolded.

Despite his embarrassment, he parted his reddened lips and took your fingers into his mouth. You felt goosebumps form on your skin as he licked them clean, his face scrunching up slightly at the taste of himself.

“How was it, Lino?” You checked. “Seems like you really enjoyed yourself.”

It was rare for Minho to try something out that he didn’t end up liking given his curious nature, but his reaction had been especially positive this time. So positive that you wondered if this may become a regular thing.

Minho swallowed as you pulled your fingers out of his mouth, letting out a shy hum. “Mmm,” He nuzzled his nose into your thigh. “I dunno.”

The playful lilt in his voice wasn’t lost on you, and you rolled your eyes when you noticed the corner of his lips curving up into a smirk.

“I think we need to test it out again, just to be sure.”

#skz smut #sub!skz #sub!minho #dom!reader #lee know smut

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monstersandmaw · 7 months ago

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If you’re still wanting drabble prompt; meeting a hydra or dragon speed dating? Sounds cute in my head to see such a big monster at an event like that.

The chair scraped awkwardly on the lino floor of the hall, and when you looked up from where you'd been adjusting the cuff of your shirt at your wrist, your breath caught.

The creature that was trying to remove the offending piece of furniture from in front of the table was quadrupedal, reptilian, twelve feet tall, six feet wide, with a thick tail and, improbably, six heads on long, serpentine necks, all of which were suddenly regarding you.

"Hello," said one of the heads.

"Sorry," said the one next to it.

"Won't be a moment..." added a third while the creature shunted the spindly chair aside and just sat down in front of the table.

You blinked again. "Don't worry about it," you bleated. "Jeez, they didn't think about non-humans when they set this thing up, did they?"

At that, four out of the six heads laughed nervously, one coughed up a cloud of steam, and the final one just rolled its glassy, golden eyes in exasperation.

"You should have seen the look that centaur gave the organiser," you added. "I thought she was going to fling the chair at him."

"I'm starting to understand her frustration," said the first head. "And yes, we're all the same entity -"

"-We just can't control which head we start talking out of. I guess this is it for us, huh? Great first impression..."

"How do you feel about second impressions?" you asked with a smile.

"I'm very much open to finding out. What's your name?"

#hydra #monster speed dating #loved this idea thank you!#drabble #gn reader

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starlostseungmin · 2 years ago

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do you think seungmin would be the big spoon or the little spoon?

— cuddles with seungmin.

hey guys! i'm back (not really) with a short drabble for seungmin (again, yes, i love him and thank you for this anon who sent this!) i'll be lurking here for a while and i also have another upcoming seungmin fic! you probably know what it is about since i have reblogged a masterlist of a collab. i'm currently working on it despite my hiatus so stay tuned! i hope you're having a great day. enjoy reading! (don't forget to reblog and leave comments) thank you everyone! ♡

to be honest, i could see him as both because sometimes he wants to be babied and cuddled to sleep but on the other hand, he’d be all generous and clingy that he tends to spoon you out of nowhere. but to imagine it in detail, here’s a headcanon for that.

big spoon.

seungmin is not clingy, but to think of it, he wants cuddles when he’s in the mood.

he would wrap his arms around you when your back is facing him and bury his face in the crook of your neck, leaving kisses. it always happens when you two are in the comfort of your bed after an exhausting day.

if he sees you cooking in the kitchen when he comes home from practice, expect a pair of strong arms around your waist, kissing you on the cheek. it is a way of saying “i’m home.”

it could be like sitting on the couch as you watch a movie with his arms around you while rubbing circles on your stomach. you’d be sitting between his legs with your back leaning on his chest.

or when you’re upset over something, he’d come up for a back hug and ask what was wrong while kissing your shoulder, squeezing your arms for comfort. maybe it would happen when he decides to surprise you at work, laughing at your priceless reaction.

he’d sing you a lullaby or one of his songs while caressing your hair as his other arm wrapped around you when you can’t fall asleep.

seungmin is not fond of skinship but when he does, it is the most comforting thing in the world.

small spoon

being the puppy he is, you couldn’t deny he’s adorable and he will ask for cuddles because, of course, he deserves it.

he would sneak between your arms when he finds you reading on your bed. your agenda is suddenly interrupted by a golden retriever but you don’t mind. instead, you are always willing to cuddle him.

seungmin would lay his head on your chest as he listens to the calm heartbeat which helps him fall asleep. or when he lays on your lap and reached out for your hand to play with his hair.

he doesn’t need to say anything when all the cuddles came from you.

and just like him, you’d walk over to the kitchen when he’s cooking just to wrap your arms around his waist, feeling the broadness of his back and shoulders. you love his body frame. it is like he is perfectly made to be the one you love to cling onto.

“it’s good,” he’d mumble when he gets comfortable being inside your arms while you run your fingers through his brown sugar hair.

and he never forgets to say “i love you” whenever he is thankful.

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whencyclopedia · 8 months ago

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Orpheus

Orpheus is a figure from ancient Greek mythology, most famous for his virtuoso ability in playing the lyre or kithara. His music could charm the wild animals of the forest, and even streams would pause and trees bend a little closer to hear his sublime singing. He was also a renowned poet, travelled with Jason and the Argonauts in search of the Golden Fleece, and even descended into the Underworld of Hades to recover his lost wife Eurydice. Orpheus was seen as the head of a poetic tradition known as Orphism where, according to some scholars, adherents performed certain rituals and composed or read poems, texts, and hymns, which included an alternative view of humanity's origins. Orpheus is widely referenced in all forms of ancient Greek art from pottery to sculpture.

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Orpheus had an excellent musical pedigree as his mother was the Muse Calliope and he learnt his great skills from his father the god Apollo, the finest musician of them all. Orpheus' mortal father was generally considered to be King Oeagrus (or Oiagros) of Thrace, where the Greeks believed the lyre also came from. Orpheus' brother was the unfortunate Linos (Linus) of Argos, the inventor of rhythm and melody, and the kithara teacher of Hercules, who was killed by his famous pupil after he over-chastised the hero. Orpheus also passed on his musical skills, notably tutoring King Midas, the mythical king of Phrygia whose touch changed everything into gold. In some myths, Orpheus had a son, Leos who was regarded as the founder of the Athenian Leontids.

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frenchkisstheabyss · 1 year ago

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7 Psychopaths: Lee Know

x Summary: You are X, a seasoned assassin, and your boss has just assigned you an unusual task. You have two weeks to gather six men for a top-secret mission that requires their unique brand of psychopathy. The trick is, you've got romantic history with all of them.

A detail that might make this a walk in the park or the fight of your life. Time to find out...

x Pairing: assassin!lee know x assassin!chubby!fem!reader

x Genre: angst/crime au/smut

x Word Count: 1.8k-ish

x Warnings: blood, violence, fighting, knives, guns, disposable mob goon deaths, unprotected sex, fingering, mirror sex, hair pulling, lino is a lil obsessed with you, the strongest of language

x A/N: This is #2 in a series of 6 stories featuring two members from TXT, two from ATEEZ, and two from Stray Kids. They all follow the same theme and can be read chronologically or you can jump around. I support the chaos.

Previous Psychopath: Yeonjun | Next Psychopath: Wooyoung

Downstairs in the lobby of the Hotel Artemis the Innkeeper sits behind the check-in desk face down in a pool of his own blood. If someone were to lift his head up, the mangled flesh swimming around might resemble crushed raspberries. Their daily serving of fruit courtesy of you. But no one will lift his head up. They’ll all mind their business because that’s what you do here. You step around his body and grab your fucking key before you end up just like him or worse. He’ll wake up eventually. Probably.

Stepping into the surprisingly well-kept elevator, you press the button for the top floor, adjusting the garter belt beneath your dress as the doors close on the empty lobby. This is no time to admire architecture but you can’t help yourself. The Romanesque style interior is breathtaking, much nicer than the deathtraps you’ve found yourself in trying to track down the Black Cat. Some might call it lucky that Minho’s petty streak led him to the penthouse suite of the Artemis, right down the street from where your hotel is.

Watching the numbers light up one after the other as the elevator ascends, you’re shocked when it comes to a stop at the 6th floor, 14 floors short of your destination. You step back, wedging yourself in a corner, and fish your headphones out of your purse. Your music’s on before the bell dings, doors sliding open to let half a dozen goons file in. Italian mob. Dressed in all black. Cocky. Faces still healing from their last brawl. Half of them smile at you, nodding, politely admiring the way your dress hugs your curves, gawking at your flawlessly applied makeup.

You smile back and they turn away, eliminating you as a threat. Stealthy glances around the elevator reveal the guns tucked into their waistbands. The Big One, twice your size in every way, has a set of brass knuckles on his callused hands. Gold plated. Fancy. “Excuse me, gentlemen” you sing, maneuvering through them with the grace of a proper lady. They part the sea for you, unknowingly clearing a path to the control panel. “Getting off already, beautiful?” “Mmm'' you sigh, a manicured nail hovering near the bright red EMERGENCY STOP button, “Not yet.” Your fist slams down on the button, bringing 6,000 pounds of metal to a screeching halt.

Minho studies the 16th-century Turkish vase on display in the lavish, and utterly destroyed, penthouse of the Golden Child, a pretty boy whose mob boss daddy provides him with enough money to blow on all the cocaine, strippers, and obnoxiously expensive art he can get his hands on. “Don’t you touch it!” the Golden Child screams, spitting loose teeth and blood onto his bear skin rug. Minho pops open the glass display case that houses the vase and an assortment of other highly fragile artifacts. “Don’t touch what?” he asks, winding up the scarlet splattered golf club he used to lay ruin to the apartment and its inhabitant, “This?”

“I said no!” Minho chews at the inside of his lip, pretending to be unsure of his next move when he knows exactly what he’s about to do. The head of the club shatters the priceless vase into a thousand pieces, shards of ceramics and glass flying through the air as he dishes out swing after spiteful swing to those poor, innocent historical treasures. The Golden Child grabs onto the arm of his white leather couch, attempting to push himself up but broken ribs send him tumbling back down. “You’re out of your fucking mind!” he curses, “All because I spilled a drink on you? I said, ‘My bad!”

Winded, Minho tosses the golf club across the room, grinning to himself as he notices a leaking cut on his hand. “My bad?” he laughs, “My bad?” It disgusts him, the smugness of people who think they can run around doing anything they want to anyone they want. Poor manners, that is. His parents should’ve taught him better but that’s what Minho’s here for. Charging across the room, he grabs the Golden child by the collar of his soft cotton robe and hammers his head onto the floor. “My bad is not ‘Sorry!’”

Minho bashes his fist into the man’s jaw, the brute force of the blow knocking another molar loose, “Say sorry!” “Eat shit.” “What?” Minho snaps, positive his ears are deceiving him. The Golden Child smiles up at him, arrogant and entitled even in his battered state, “Eat shit. My dad keeps tabs on me 24/7. He’s probably sending some guys up here right now and when they get here? You're dead.” Grabbing the belt barely hanging onto the man’s robe, Minho twists it around his neck, depriving him of air.

“I guess I’ll see you on the other side then, huh?” Minho doesn’t blink, not even once, as the color drains from the Golden Child’s eyes, bone splintering, his windpipe crumbling just as easily as his precious vases. Saying sorry really couldn’t have been that hard.

“There’s nowhere to run, little one” taunts the Big One, trying and failing not to trip over the corpses of his friends. Your chest hurts like hell. The others were easy, so shit with their aim that only one bullet in 20 clips had even managed to skim your thigh. But this one? He won’t go down. Squared up against him, the knife from your torn garter clenched in your fist, you know you can’t let him hit you again. Another blow to the chest and you’re done for. “Who’s running, big boy? Let’s get it.” Tapping the EMERGENCY STOP button again, the elevator whirls back into action.

The Big One charges at you, swinging wildly. You duck, rolling through the bodies and slicing open the back of his left leg. The bell dings on every floor like the start of a boxing match. The Big One punches one of the walls, denting the metal. So much for pristine architecture. As he reels from the hit, you jump on his back, jabbing the knife into his chest from behind. The bell dings for a final time on the 20th floor. Biting down on your arm, he flips you over his shoulder, slamming you down onto the floor, knocking the air out of you.

The doors creak open as he raises his foot to stomp a steel toe boot down on your chest. Bang! A bullet barrels through his skull. The titan stumbles, his brain quite literally scrambled. Bang! Bang! Two more shots and he’s slumped on the ground with his friends where he belongs. Reunited at last. “Who’s your new boyfriend?” Minho teases from the hallway, tossing the gun to the ground. “You’re welcome!” you groan, flipping him off. He hops onto the elevator, pressing the button for the lobby. “Thank you,” he says, sweetly, grateful for your help and your presence.

Taking you into his arms, he props you up in the corner, checking you for injuries. “What is this?” You flinch when he brushes a tender spot on your head, “You tell me. You’re the one with the mob after you.” “No, I mean, what are you doing here?” “Oh, uh, boss sent me to get you” you stutter, the entire reason for your arrival in Rome having shifted to the back of your mind until now.

“We need you.”

“Where?”

“Berlin.”

“When?”

“Next week.”

“Okay, if…”

You whine when he caresses your thigh, checking the severity of the bullet wound. “If what?” “If you let me take care of you” he winks. “Take care of me? Why’d you say it like that?” Minho rips a long strip of material from the shirt of a nameless corpse and secures it around your thigh to stop the bleeding. He kisses your thigh, suckling softly at the tender flesh to distract you from the pain. Ding! First floor. The doors open to the lobby and he takes you by the hand, “Let me show you.”

Taking care of you. When you say that in this line of business, it’s never a good thing but Minho had no intentions of cutting your life short. The only thing on his mind was carrying you back to your hotel, running you a nice bath, and dressing your wounds. “All better?” he asks, his breath tickling your neck as he plays with your clit. This was a part of the plan too, getting you in his lap, his naked body reunited with yours after months apart. From this position on the edge of the bed, you can see your reflection clearly. Your plush breast bounces in one of his hands while the fingers of the other spread your lips wide enough to fully expose your clit.

With your legs dangling across his, follow your cream as it trickles down the base of his cock. There’s nothing fast or rough about the way he lifts his hips to fill you. The slight curve of his cock makes you stutter each time he disappears into your pulsing warmth. “All---ah---b-b-better.” “B-b-better?” he mocks, his fingers working faster against your clit. You reach back to cup his face, scratching him the slightest bit as punishment for being a smartass. The pain only makes him want you more. His cock is as hard and smooth as polished marble, leaking precum into your needy pussy.

Minho watches you in the mirror, admiring your reflection, entranced by how the beauty of your face and the plumpness of your figure could make him put a bullet through the skull of a man who even dared to look at you wrong. “Take over for me” he whispers, guiding your hand between your legs, his fingers moving on top of yours to splash in the audible wetness of your pussy. You pick up a rhythm together, one that has your breath growing ragged and your stomach in a frenzy. With his hand now free, he brushes your hair out of your face, tilting your head to the side to kiss you.

His tongue ventures as far down your throat as it can go, devouring your moans. Bouncing you in his lap at a quicker pace, still careful not to hurt you, he caresses your body, greedy to claim you as his like you were meant to be from the start. The argument that broke you up. That stupid fucking argument. He doesn’t even remember what it was about anymore and he doesn’t care. Because you’re in his lap, your back arching against his chest, sloppily playing with your own aching bud, biting on his lip while you whimper his name. Your pulse races, your hand reaching back to grip his hair for stability.

“Mmhmm, pull my fucking hair and cum for me” he urges, “Cum for me angel.” Your tongue lashes at his, his words making you burst. “Minho! Aah, baby!” you cry, pulling his hair harder as your orgasm deepens. Minho rests his head on your shoulder. Watching you cum is like performance art. “I don’t care about anyone else. Just promise you’ll never leave me again.” Your glossy eyes meet his in the mirror, “I promise.” “You mean it?” “I mean it.”

And you do mean it. You have to. Because, with the hell that awaits you in Germany, sweet reunions like this might end up being your last.

#lee know x you #lee know x reader #lee know x y/n #lee know angst #lee know smut #stray kids au #stray kids x female reader #stray kids x chubby reader #stray kids angst #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #chubby reader #plus size reader

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403tarot · 11 months ago

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Ive just discovered your account and I absolutely LOVE IT!! Your readings feel so real! (I reblog from a side account lol.)

Could you do red and green flags for Lee know please? Or if that’s too boring, I’ve always wondered if and or when lee know gets his own place, he’ll have his cats move in with him. They seem to like his parents quite a bit, so would he have them move with him, or stay with his parents? If he had them stay with his parents, would he get a NEW cat(s)? Sorry if this doesn’t make sense lol. Happy holidays!!

hello <3 i'll go with red & green flags. thank you for your support 🩷

. . . LINO'S RED & GREEN FLAGS — 리노

red:

creates high (and sometimes unrealistic) expectations about things and people and gets easily frustrated because of it. stubborn about his own ideals, does not admit to being wrong. poor communication skills, especially about his own feelings and desires, which makes holding grudges much more complicated. struggles to make decisions for himself, making him less proactive.

green:

has a golden heart and always assumes the best in people. it's not a problem if the spotlight isn't on him – for lino, everyone will eventually have their chance to shine at the right moment. constantly seeks to be a better person. he is ambitious and strategic, although his generosity has caused him to be taken advantage of in life, making him somewhat pessimistic. he's a professional bluffer: can treat people he doesn't like very well if necessary and get away with it. empathetic and has an easy time figuring out exactly what people need and want, making him such a great company.

#— duckie notes ⪩♡⪨#stray kids tarot #lee know #lino #lee minho #kpop readings #kpop astrology #kpop reading #kpop tarot

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hearted-anon · 8 months ago

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A knight's foolish play

Words: 1683 Note: For @a-wild-seungberry T/w: Use of tools, yes Lee: Know Ler: Hannie

Lee Know has once said on a fancall, he was not a princess, but a queen. A sign of royalty that he wore high above his head, even if it sometimes crumbled with his kind and playful demeanour. Regardless so, his chin was high in the clouds, his eyes sharp with an intelligence that none of his peasants would question, lest they wanted to be put on the stake.

"Minho-hyung, I didn't know you were this great at acting!" Han called out beside him, his smile wide with his cheeks puffed up. Of course, Minho wasn't actually a cruel ruler, but under his watchful gaze of acting, the cat wasn't hesitant to have your blood served as fine wine in a golden goblet of what remained of you to drink for supper if he could.

"It's king Minho to you, Han Jisung." Lee Know hisses out coldly, pointing the end of his metallic blade at the younger's throat, where his adam apple popped up. The quokka's eyes widened in amazement and admiration, wondering how he manages to keep up the cold personality. Meanwhile, as much as Lino enjoyed being pampered and spoon fed on a sliver platter, he felt incredibly guilty for treating his members like peasants, nothing but rats to stomp on and a rug to walk upon to his throne.

However, with being an idol comes with great responsibility, even if it meant he had to act as if he was going to slice those that dared to defy his order, those that dared to duel with his sliver blade would fall spell to his iron grip, head severed onto a plate for his next meal.

"I mean...King Minho, we still have a small break before your next scene, would you like me to be my accompany to your room?" Jisung giggles softly, kneeling down before royalty himself with a shy smile. Minho's heart fluttered in embarrassment, knowing that outside of their acting they were good friends, yet Jisung insisted on treating him this way. With a soft chuckle, Lee Know lifts his blade to tilt the younger's head towards his piercing gaze, one that froze anyone that came in its path.

Still, the quokka held his ground, gripping the fabric of his tights in his hands, crumpling it slightly in all his hidden anxiety. To the 'king', he was nothing but a lowly knight, a servant to his call with a duty to serve and protect his majesty.

"Come then, let us trek the halls of my castle, Knight Jisung." Minho caves in, sheathing his blade into its respective scabbard, his cape draping across the floor to guide the knight along its path, his intentions clouded by the thick fabric of his clothes along with the golden crown that strode in path with him.

Jisung followed behind with a twinkle in his eyes, squealing when his blade almost fell out at the speed he ran towards his majesty. He waddled timidly beside him, Minho really did look intimidating, with narrowed slits of his eyes glaring at anyone that came to block his path, his cape covering his shoulders and down his back to symbolise his pride and confidence, and the crown that was atop his head, worn proudly by his owner.

"Sweet cheeks, why the long face? Y'know it's just acting..." And just like that, 'King Minho' was no longer present, replaced with the Lino the members knew and loved. His face softened into a downturned smile, keeping up his code of conduct in chivalry despite the acting having already ceased. Jisung just stared with wide eyes, his brown eyes reflecting his passion to stick to his role, the armour that his wore was his vow to protect the older no matter what may come between them.

Minho let out a hearty laugh under his breath, creaking open the door to his room. The younger took hesitant steps into the room, both of them absorbed into their roles. Escaping the mundane walls of dancing their life away to songs on a stage that encapsulated everything but the singers themselves, another ruthless night onto their bodies.

"Majesty first." Jisung hums with a bow, making the 'King' smile as he waltzes in. He tosses his cape on the floor, settling the shiny crown that he was reluctant to tear from his head, but placed it onto the night stand before tossing himself onto the bed. He was very much tired, exhausted from having to maintain his icy and blood lusting demeanour in front of the camera, he could sometimes see true fear in the member's eyes as they quake beneath him, making the cat kneel and beg for forgiveness afterwards, even if assured it was alright.

"You tired, my majesty, you need a massage from your peasant knight?" Minho grumbled at the use of royalty terms, he hated it. In his eyes, Jisung was more royalty to him than himself, and so were the members. When the knight felt the awkward tension that spread throughout the room, he was quick to settle down his scabbard onto the rug carefully, afraid to damage any fabric of hair that was held dearly by the 'king'.

Hands wrapped around the cat's waist gently, hoisting him up from his previous position of suffocating himself in dozens of pillows that costed millions, at least in the set it did. The cat shrieked and hissed, squirming under the knight's hold until eventually melting into a puddle when his head was settle onto the younger's lap, letting a hint of a smile on his face graze him.

"Would you like to indulge in some banter?" Jisung smiled innocently down at Lee Know, who gazed back up in confusion. It was only until hands landed under his arms to his armpits did the majesty fall prey to such childish things.

"N-No! I don't wish to- WAHAHAIT! PLEHEHEHEASE JISUNG!" Minho shrieked when the fingers got to work in scratching his blunt nails over the surface of his armpits, at least the fabric of his costume made it more bearable. Too bad, as when he felt the thick buttons of his shirt unbutton he was doomed.

"Your majesty! You didn't tell me you looked so defined with muscle!" The quokka pretended to be in awe as he looked upon Minho's bare waist, his thighs trapping his arms that once had freedom now no more. The older turned a bright red, getting oh so flustered at the use of still being treated like royalty even after the set, and boy was Jisung having a field day with this information.

"Nohoho don't! Plehehehase- ACK!" The cat squealed when he felt something cold placed onto his waist, eyes widening in horror when he realised it was body oil. He tugged at his arms under Han's thighs, shaking his head with giggles when it was rubbed all over his waist and spine.

"My majesty deserves only the best of massages in the kingdom." The knight mutters with a smile, pressing a tiny kiss to the cat's forehead to soothe him for what was to come. Minho simply shook with giggles, shrieking when fingertips traced along his sides, a mess before it begun.

"I ahaham nohot a king! Stahahap saying thaHAHAHT! JISUHUHUNG!" Minho howled with laughter when fingers rubbed at clawed at his ribs, the oil just making his skin all the more easy to move around, and slide right in between the crevices. The younger hummed an acknowledgement through the laughter, smiling down at the cruel 'king' torn apart at his fingertips.

"Yes you are! And I treat royalty with the utmost respect, excuse me." Jisung tutted, pretending to be offended that Lino dared speak himself so lowly. As punishment, a finger plunged into his navel, the other kneading into his waistline. Minho threw his head back in hysterics, crinkling his eyes with witch-like cackles he was sure the entire castle could hear.

The older thrashed and squirmed, the oil right in his navel making it unbearable as the finger swirled and scratched gently, making him go hazy with laughter, while the kneading on his v-line made him feel like he was going to ascend with crazy laughter.

"ARGHAHAHAAHAH! STAP! PLEEHEHEASE MAHAHAKE IT STOP!" Minho screeches with hysterics, his ears burning with blush from how badly he was being torn apart by something as simple as tickling, torn to pieces while he had beheaded several peasants that defied his rule. His grown hair sprawled across the younger's thighs messily, too much squirming to be kept neat and tidy.

"You're so cute, we should do this more often." The quokka mumbles with a giggle of his own, earning a very strong opinion and shout of no in return, making him smile. He loved when the older let loose like this, laughing so carefree without thinking twice of whom he affected, he wished things remained like that every time.

"NOHOHOHO! NO MORE! AHAHAH-!" Eventually, the older's laughter cut off into silent cries of mirth, kicking out his legs as he tried everything in his power to squirm away from the agile fingers that glided across his torso torturously gently, sending him into quiet, ticklish agony as tears streamed down hs face.

Alas, everything has to come to an end, Jisung pulling his fingers away to properly massage the oil in, earning a lot of giggling and protesting. He still held the rouge cat down, just in case its claws would extend for a hunt of revenge, something he often worried about whenever he messed about in playful banter.

Pulling him into a tight hug, the younger embraces the older in safe, warm cuddle, buttoning back up his cloak when he felt Minho shiver and shudder. They both definitely didn't fall asleep in a tranquil of peace, and both definitely weren't cooed over and nagged by the members for missing their shoot, with cuddles.

The knight was definitely 'burnt at the stake' the next day by his majesty. Worth it though, says Knight Jisung as he screamed out another squeal of desperation when his majesty finds his ribs interesting.

#..?#them #lee!know #ler han #ler jisung #skz tickle #stray kids tickle #ydhsaljds #kpop tickle #idk

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