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Challenged | Easy to Expert (3 v5)

Lee Yongbok (Felix) & Lee Minho (Lee Know) - Stray Kids

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4.1k

Hard Dom!Lee Know/Switch!Felix/Sub!Reader (AFAB)

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Kinda Fluff

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Jealousy, Competition, Swearing, Kissing, Lingerie, Multiple Partners, Some M/M Moments, Oral (M! and F! Receiving), Fingering, Deepthroating/Face-Fucking, Threesome, Double Penetration, Anal Play, Sex Toys - Butt Plugs, Anal Sex, Unprotected Sex (Bad Idea, Don't Do It), Felix is a Bratty/Reluctant Sub (it's not Non-con, he's just surprised)

Author's Note: -)w(- don't ask, I just let my fingers type

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"Do I get to choose her lingerie?" Minho smirked, trying to tease Felix. He wanted to get some kind of reaction from him, he so easily asked the older man to fuck his girlfriend with him, but he just shrugged.

"If you want. I was going to have her dress like a bunny-"

"That works!" Minho smiled, already thinking stuff over in his head.

"So…are there any ground rules?" The older man asked and Felix looked up from his phone. He was texting you that the plan was on.

"Um. Maybe, we'll talk with her. Are you free tomorrow night?"

"I can be free tonight." He smirked, chewing aggressively on his snack.

"Don't you have practice?" Felix looked up at him, he was supposed to help with the rookies he was choreographing for. He shrugged, popping another piece in his mouth.

"I can move the time."

"Okay."

"Tonight?" You halted your chopping knife, looking down at your phone on the counter. You had it propped up so he could see you on the video call and it looked like he was sitting on a swing at a park.

"Is that okay? I know we agreed on tomorrow but he moved his schedule."

"He's eager." You huffed, putting the knife down entirely. There was no point continuing cooking supper if he was coming over, not for what you were making anyway. You only had enough ingredients for you and your boyfriend.

"Will he be here to eat or come later?"

"I don't think he'll want to eat when he gets here, not with what's planned. I'm meeting him later and we'll eat and then come." He brushed a strand of his blonde hair that fell in his face from the wind.

"Okay."

"Did the bunny set fit?"

"Yeah. I'll be read by when, seven?"

"Perfect. Love you." He brought the phone close to his face and you giggled blowing a kiss to him and you hung up. Guess it was a delivery night.

You adjusted your headband, the tall bunny ears attached made your head feel odd when you moved it. You hoped it didn't fall off. The fluffy end of the bunny tail you attached to the silicone plug tickled your skin. The combined corset and bra was a little too nice, you had tie it up in the back. At first you were going to get the cheap one that was kind of shiny, but Felix told you to take his card and get the nicer leather one. There was a matching thong that went with it, but you got a different pair of panties. They had to be crotchless and allow for your tail plug. Looking in the mirror, you smoothed your hair back and tied it up into a bun. The thigh-high fishnets were a bit difficult to get on since the weave was pretty loose, your toes kept getting caught. You debated getting a pair of high heels to finish the look as well, but decided against it. Sure, it would be sexy, but there was a pretty good chance you would twist your ankle or fall and ruin the mood. You debated putting on some lipstick but decided against it, the red would kind of clash with the mint colored lingerie. You were kind of surprised it came in that color, but it seemed you could either get dark like red, black or navy, or get pastel colors. Luckily, they had Minho's favorite color, you always remembered it since it was a pretty unique pick. At first you didn't think the black choker with Felix's name on it would match, but it didn't look too bad. You jumped a bit in excitement when you heard your boyfriend keying in the code for your door and you waited patiently in your room.

"Hyung wait!" You heard Felix shout and you giggled a bit, hearing another set of steps hurrying down the hall. Your door was already propped open, and he nearly slammed it open all the way. Minho stood there, still in his coat and had his bag on his shoulder, at least he took his shoes off. His bag thumped to the floor and you didn't think his coat had even hit the floor too before you were scooped up in his arms. You knew he was strong, but he did it so easily.

"Hyung!" Felix huffed, coming in himself and grumbled, shoving his friend's stuff to the side. You squealed in delight as he kissed you all over your neck and chest, holding on to his shirt to stabilize yourself. Minho's mouth led from your cleavage up to your chin and before he could capture your lips in his, Felix shouted as deep as he could, "Yah, Lee Minho!" This caught both of your attention and he slowly and carefully let you down and you took a step back, looking down shyly.

"Come here, love." Felix's tone was dark and you shivered, scurrying over to him. Minho scoffed, still smirking.

"She is all dressed up for me, isn't she?"

"Keep in mind, she's my girlfriend." Felix emphasized. He didn't care if Minho was older than him.

"What are the rules, love?" Your boyfriend's tone and gaze softened dramatically for you, but his gaze hardened again when he met Minho's stare.

"One!" You held up a finger, then brought it to your lips, "no kissing here." The older man seemed to pout a bit but acquiesced.

"Two!"

"Listen to me." Felix was sure to get pushback on that from. Sure did. Minho rolled his eyes, scoffing again, then shook his head.

"Why should I?"

"Because-"

"I'm his girlfriend." You crossed your arms and his fiery gaze went to you. The look was dominating, even more so than when Felix got rougher with you. Your cunt clenched and the fluffy white tail shook. He smirked when you shrunk some, your arms falling and you placed them behind your back.

"Third…" You started, almost sheepish under the harsh gaze.

"Only I, me, her boyfriend, gets her ass." Felix emphasized. He knew that one would piss Minho off. He was an ass man in all kinds of ways.

"No." The older man sneered and you took a step back. You weren't scared of it, it was incredibly sexy how he was getting and you were nervous for how it affected you.

"Hyung-"

"No." He reiterated and you felt Felix stiffen next to you. It was easy for him to be dominant with you, you were his cute little girlfriend, plus he never went too hard. Minho was extremely dominant even in non-sexual situations. He could also be terrifying.

"Look, I know she wanted you, but if you don't respect that she's mine-" Felix was cut off when Minho suddenly marched forward and buried his hand into Felix's blonde hair, tugging his head back. You startled and Felix wasn't quite sure what to do, so he just stared at this hyung in shock.

"I get to call the shots, 'Lix. You should have known when you asked me." He whispered into your boyfriend's ear and the younger man shuddered a bit, which made Minho smirk. He ran his tongue over the stud in Felix's ear, sucked on it, then let him go and shoved him back. You stood nervously nearby and Minho crooked his finger for you. Looking at Felix as you went forward, Minho pointed to the floor and you slowly sank down. There was no hesitation in your gaze, nor protest, and the older man smirked, biting his bottom lip. You cast a glance over your shoulder at your boyfriend, the ears of your headband bouncing with the movement. He was standing there, red dusted over his freckled cheeks, his hand over his mouth. You glanced down and he was already hard. You startled when Minho's fingers played with the tag on your choker, humming in derision.

"Strip." Minho ordered and Felix snapped his gaze up to the other man's before he removed his shirt and let his pants fall around his ankles.

"Get the stuff." He motioned his head toward your bed and your boyfriend slowly followed the command and you wondered what was going on in his head. Felix got out the lube bottles you had so he could pick. Minho clicked his tongue and went over to the other guy before he could shut the drawer. He smirked seeing everything you had in there.

"Oh, what's this one?" He chuckled and Felix tossed you a look. Are you okay? You nodded in response to his silent question. You shot it back to him and he exhaled and nodded, his cheeks a bit red again. Minho pulled out the item he was eyeing and your eyes flew open. So did your boyfriend's.

"Good boy?" He tossed the younger man a look and his face got even redder, the color spreading to his ears and neck.

"W-we got the wrong one-" You tried to cover but it didn't work. It was kind of a joke when you grabbed it. He had joked that he wanted to see why it felt so good for you so you got matching ones. The 'good girl' plug had obviously been used so it was in your box instead of the original packaging. Minho fiddled with the box, shooting a look to Felix. You couldn't see what Felix did in response since his back was to you. Suddenly, the elder grabbed the orange bottle of lube and placed it and the box in Felix's hands.

"Put it in." He ordered and you looked back and forth between them.

"W-What?" Felix gasped.

"You heard me." Minho spun him around and shoved him toward the bathroom. You looked at Felix again, but he went, shutting the door. You were a bit shocked, and were snapped out of it when Minho's hand went to your head. You hadn't noticed he had removed his own clothes, leaving just his underwear on. Turning to look up at and over him, you admired his physique. He really did look good and you couldn't help but wonder why he didn't show off more.

"Good bunny," he cooed, stroking under your chin, "You thirsty?" You nodded, a little unsure. His hand went from your chin to grab your jaw, his eyebrow raising. You caught his hint and brought your hands up to remove his boxers. Your nails were painted to match your outfit and he couldn't help but watch the white fluffy ball sticking out behind you. When he stepped out of his final garment, you eyed his cock, shuffling in anticipation. You simply opened your mouth, tongue out and he huffed in amusement.

"What a good bunny." He smirked and took the chance. One hand held the base of his cock and the other found your head and you took a deep breath in through your nose and he groaned as he made you swallow his length. When your nose hit his pelvis, you gagged a bit, he was longer than you were used to. Your mouth was so tight and hot, he wondered what your other holes would feel like. It was clear that you were experienced with sucking cock, even more so with getting your face fucked. Your eyes cast to the side when the bathroom door opened back up, and Minho pulled his cock out just enough so you could breathe.

"It in?" He asked Felix. It seemed there a blush covering more of him than not. His underwear was still on, more likely he put it back on, his cock was still hard and tenting the fabric. He nodded once, glaring at Minho.

"Get over here then," He stroked over your hair, still not moving. Felix shuffled over, looking much like you probably did the first time you moved with a plug in. The one he had to wear was smaller than yours by quite a bit, but it was probably still odd. Minho nodded and your boyfriend sunk to his knees behind you and you couldn't see his expression but heard his grunt.

"Fill her cute little cunt for me, 'Lix." He stroked your chin again, marveling at your swollen lips surrounding his swollen cock. You whimpered a bit, but adjusted your position to allow it. Since you did that, Felix knew you were okay. His breathing a little heavy, trying to get used to the plug he had put in himself. It was a really odd sensation and he was loathe to admit not an unwelcome one. He wondered if it felt the same to you or not. He stared at the white fluff on the end of your plug and rubbed the head of his cock against your folds, simply unbuttoning the front of his boxers. He did not want to take them off, still embarrassed. If he really, really was against it, he could have said it, even though Minho was scary. He didn't want to admit how he really felt. You moaned a bit and the elder huffed a laugh before you moaned louder and harder when Felix filled you with a single thrust. He sighed, brow furrowing, the stimulation from your hot cunt around him as well as the plug in his ass, he was sweating already. Minho scoffed and you nearly yiped when he started to thrust again, your eyes nearly crossing. You hadn't yet done anything like this and it was a lot. Swallowing and taking a cock at the same time as the silicone plug… You were in heaven.

"You thirsty, bunny? Want me to come down your throat?" Smirked and you moaned a yes around him. Felix still hadn't moved, trying to get used to all the stimulation.

"Ah, good bunny." Minho threw his head back, holding your head and you clenched hard around Felix's cock, swallowing the thick cum the other man gave you. He chuckled breathily, pulling out of your mouth and you panted hard, trying to get your air back. You gasped as Felix fell back on his haunches, but he lost his balance and he held you to his chest tighter. His teeth sank into your shoulder, he was trying not to moan himself. Never again was he letting Minho do this with you again. And he was throwing away the 'good boy' plug immediately when he was done. Why does it feel good? He grumbled in his own mind.

"Felix?" You asked, worried, wincing a bit from the bite. His cock was already pulsing like he was close and he hadn't even moved. The way he held you jostled your tail plug, but you were used to the feeling and he wondered how long it took you.

"Clean her face." Minho ordered and Felix sat up more, letting out a little groan, and wiped the rest of the cum from your lips. He shot a glare at Minho who nodded once and he huffed, bringing his thumb to his lips to clean it off. He continued to glare at his friend and you were so distracted by their interaction, you yiped when Felix moved again. He laid flat on his back, adjusting his feet, the pumped his hips up hard into you.

"Fuck~" You wailed and Minho could see your cunt drip all over the other's cock. He was a little annoyed that Felix just doing something small got you so close so fast. Felix needed to compensate for the submissive acts Minho forced him into by fucking his cute little love. You had a hard time holding yourself up as he battered his cock against your cervix, your orgasm approaching quickly, as usual.

"Want me to fill you up, love?" He huffed, more confidence present in his voice between grunts.

"Yes~ Please~!" Your stuttering moans pissed Minho off, and he came forward, snatching you under the arms like a child and hauled you off Felix.

"Ah!" You yelped and Felix snapped, "What the fuck, man?" You were literally tossed onto the bed and Felix got up, moving to shove Minho out of the way. You gasped when the older man grabbed Felix by the jaw, easily holding him in place.

"If you hate having that plug in your ass you better shut up before my cock ends up in your mouth." He sneered at the younger man and you gaped, but noticed an extra drop of precum leak out of the tip of your boyfriend's cock.

"You gonna calm down?" Minho finally asked as Felix swallowed hard, then nodded. He pulled back, rubbing at where he had been held.

"H-hey!" There was no fire behind your protest, and it was kind of late, but you had to work up the courage. Both of them turned to look at you and you cowered under Minho's gaze.

"L-let him be!" You tried to be assertive but it was a little difficult for you normally, let alone in that situation. To show your aggression you ripped the headband off and threw it to the floor.

"Bunny, if he hated it so much he would be fighting back more." Minho cast a smug look over the younger man who glared at him, if only to avoid your gaze.

"It's fine, love." He assured you and you wiggled your nose a bit, much like a bunny.

"Move, cutie." Minho finally turned away Felix and you scooched out of the way so he could climb on the bed, resting his back against the head board. He grabbed your hips and drug you to him, making you kneel before him. Your boyfriend stayed where he was, nervous to do something wrong.

"Breathe, pretty." Minho coached and you did so and he pulled the bunny tail out of you and tossed it to the floor, the lube still dripping of it splattering on the floor. He smirked at the sight and you whimpered under his gaze. Grabbing your shoulders, he manhandled you again, making you straddle him, his legs holding yours open.

"Fucking finally~" He cooed, bringing your slicked up pucker to his cock. You whimpered as he pulled you down on to him, your body shook as he went deeper than you were used to. You made sure to keep your breathing controlled to get used to him and you wondered what he would let Felix do. Your empty cunt was on display and still desperately empty after you were plucked from your boyfriend's grasp and cock.

"Taste her." Minho permitted and Felix exhaled, still kind of hating (but also kind of enjoying) being told what to do…with HIS girlfriend. He climbed onto the bed and Minho wrapped his arms around you, one over your chest and the other around your stomach. It wasn't tight or restricting, he was just hugging you. He smirked over your shoulder as Felix eyed where Minho's cock was inside of you. It irked him to no end. He made the rule that only he got your ass for a very specific reason. Well, at least he knew how to make you cum easy. You keened for his fingers when they pressed at your cunt and he slid three in, quick and hard. Your yelped, trying not to clench around Minho too much, and even though it was just his fingers, the double penetration was overwhelming. Plus, Felix normally started with two fingers. The other man was a little shocked when Felix began to fuck you with practiced motion, wiggling his fingers and pressing hard on your back wall. Your breath was already hitching and your cunt was already leaking. Felix smirked smugly, knowing he still had control over you even if his own was taken over himself.

"Ah~" You mewled when his fingers pressed down on the thin wall of your cunt, Minho's cock sitting inside you past the barrier. Even he grunted a bit at the feeling, and, not wanting to be one-upped, he began to roll his hips up, fucking shallowly into you.

"Fuck!" You gasped and Felix bit his lip, eyes flicking to your face. He smirked and it pissed his friend off, but then he leaned down to your cunt. His thumb brushed over your clit and you knew what was coming."

"W-wait~!" Felix could tell your tone was insincere, you were just overwhelmed. His fingers crooked up, easily finding your spot, and after he sucked hard over your little button, you fell apart. The man behind you grunted at the force of your vice clenching around his cock, but was able to hold back. As you panted, coming down from your high, Felix removed his fingers and habitually brought them to your mouth. You eagerly took his digits between your lips, licking your own release from them.

"Good, love." Having nearly forgotten about the toy inside him, Felix winced when he shifted, but was too determined to really focus on it. Not even looking to the elder for permission, he once again pressed his cock into your cunt, filling you easily. Your head fell back against Minho's shoulder, your breath leaving you as you felt both cocks filling you at once.

"Breathe, love." Felix coached and you did so. Your boyfriend smiled, feeling grounded by the trust you had in him and the love behind your eyes. Minho did nothing, still trying to cope with how much tighter you got when your boyfriend entered you as well. Though they didn't coordinate it on purpose, both of the men pulled their hips back at once and fucked back into you hard. Felix smirked as you fell apart again, your cunt releasing spurts of cum. At that angle, your boyfriend could hit your sweet spot perfect, and the added stimulation of his friend in your ass set you over even more. But to Felix, it was more like Minho was a toy you were using to get off. It was ultimately him who got you to cum. Your hands reached up and gripped Felix's shoulders, he guided your hands further and you dug your mint-colored nails into his back. He hissed when you drug new red welts into his skin over ones there from a few days before. His friend didn't like the chemistry between you two at that moment, so he lifted you up as he pulled back, nearly all the way, then slammed back into you. He chuckled at your near scream and Felix was a little worried about you, but he then realized you were just high on cock, your filter gone. You were babbling then and fell back into Minho's chest, pulling your boyfriend with you. He had to rest his hand on the headrest by the other's head for better leverage and their eyes met. Minho smirked which made the younger sneer. You whimpered as they both fucked you, either on their own would have made you stupid, let alone together. You were sure that you would be bedridden for days after this, but you loved every second of it. When Felix leaned over you more, he opened his eyes and was close to Minho then. He was determined to stay strong and just stared at his hyung. Accepting the challenge, the other's arm left you and he smirked, grabbing Felix's butt over his boxers had refused to take off. His fingers spread more, and found the hard end of the plug through the fabric and pushed into Felix. The sound he let out was still low and deep, but was more of a whine then anything. What shocked him more was that the other man swallowed the sound, his lips sealing over his. You were too fucked out to notice and Minho pulled away, grinning like he just won an Olympic medal. Felix's freckled face was painted bright red, staring in shock at Minho. The smirk was still plastered on his face and he pressed the plug into Felix more.

"Cum." He ordered and you were sure if he was talking to you or your boyfriend, but you both listened. Your cunt clenched around your boyfriend's dick, milking him for every drop. The walls of your ass clenching also sent Minho over the edge and he made sure to fuck his cum as deep into you as he could. The three of you laid in a pile, panting for a good minute.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm throwing it out."

"Why?"

"You damn well know why!"

"But you liked it, right?"

The two continued to bicker as you slept, laying on your stomach with an ice pack resting on your sore little butt.

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One by One

Chapter One: The First

Bang Chan x Fem Reader

MDNI

18+ ONLY

skz ot8 x fem reader

Chapter Two: Blackmail

Synopsis:

After constantly fighting with your boyfriend, Jisung, your relationship abruptly ends.

Unaware of the secret hope of your relationship's demise by your friends.

One by one, the boys can't help themselves.

Warnings:

dirty dirty smut :), breakup, dominant themes, panty gag, oral, fingering, reader tastes her own fluids, unprotected penetrative sex, use of “daddy”, voyeurism, semi public sex, non-con recording from a horny peeping tom

Han stood in front of you with his arms crossed. You had just finished helping the band film another vlog on Jeju Island.

"Jisung, not now. Can't this wait until we get home?' You asked, trying to keep your composure "Let's just deal with this now." He insisted "We keep arguing over such small things these days. I can't even keep track of how many arguments we've had in the last two weeks." You said, trying to hold your emotions in. "I can't keep doing this." You finished in almost a whisper. Jisung's arms fell. "Then why are we together?" His voice became hoarse. You looked around at the scenery around you. The night was cool and the lights from the Airbnb were dim but enough that you could see he look of sadness on your boyfriend's face. You both stood on the patio in silence with nothing but the gentle breeze blowing. "Jisung.." You tried "Forget it, (y/n)." Your eyes widened "Jisung, don't be like that." "No. You clearly don't care anymore. We're done." He stated angrily. Before you could even reason with him he began to walk away without turning around. You inhaled deeply, shaking your head. You didn't have it in you to chase after him again. Han made his way inside without another word. You sat down on a lounge chair trying to piece together what happened. You leaned back and laid down into the chair with a sigh. Why did he always have to be so emotional about everything? You shut your eyes and let the chilly breeze take you away....

"You'll get sick, sleeping outside like this." A familiar voice cooed. Your eyes opened to see a figure standing above you. "Hm?" You peeped, trying to adjust to your surroundings. Your eyes adjusted to see Bang Chan watching you. "Jesus!" you shot up in a blur. He laughed at the sight of you scrambling "So now you just watch people sleep?" You let out, attempting to fix your bedhead. He chuckled lightly. A brief silence fell as you gathered your thoughts, he sat down on the chair beside yours "You okay?" he leaned in. "Yeah, I guess." You exhaled, remembering your relationship had ended. You shook your head lightly as if trying to get the memory out of your head. "What are you doing out here?" You turned back to question him. "I heard Han and Minho talking with each other about it. You hadn't come back so everyone else was getting a little worried so I thought I should check on you." His hands clasped together, shrugging his shoulders. A faint smile came across your mouth "Thanks." "So it's really over between you two?" He questioned, looking up at you slowly. You nodded your head, your lips pressing together. Honestly, you weren't even too hurt about it. You and Jisung were just too different, the only time you didn't argue when was when you were having sex. It really was for the best but man, were you ever going to miss the sex. Just thinking about it sent out a visible shiver that caught Chan's attention. "Oh, you must be cold." He said removing his hoodie and placing around you without a second to spare. "O-oh." You let out feeling the warmth of the hoodie around you, breathing in such a comforting smell. You never realized just how nice Chan smelled before. Your eyes met briefly for a moment and the energy suddenly shifted. Time slowed for a moment and all you could feel was the warmth filling your cheeks. You looked away immediately. Chan smiled to himself. "Should we head back inside?" He cleared his throat, standing up holding his hand out to meet yours. You smiled taking his hand in assistance to help you up.

It wasn't until you came inside that you realized just how late it was. Entering into the kitchen you saw the stove read 12:23am, everyone had already turned in for the night. "Ah shit." You whispered "I'm sorry I kept you up this late." You turned to Chan sighing. He placed his hands on your shoulders "It's okay, I'm going to make some tea. Sit." He lightly directed you to a seat around the kitchen island. He was always taking care of the boys, the last person he should be worrying about is you. You stood up and made your way to the other side trying to take over. "No, it's okay. Let me, Chan." You slipped between him and the counter where the kettle was reaching your hand out to grab it but was stopped at the feeling of his chest against your back. You froze for a moment, the only part of you moving was your head turning. All you could feel was Chan's chest gently rising and falling, all you could hear was his gentle breath tickling your neck. He leaned forward, placing one hand on the arm you had reaching for the kettle and the other of the other side of you blocking you in his space. Your breath quickened feeling his touch. "What are-" you tried "Shh" he shushed you. What was happening? How was this happening? "I'm sorry (y/n). I just.." with that he spun you to face him. Your eyes met and an ocean of heat overcame you. What were you doing? You shouldn't be doing this!

His hands drifted to your waist and you squeaked as he firmly held you. A dark smile plastered his face. "I've heard a noise like this from you before you know?" He leaned in whispering into your ear. What the hell was he talking about? He leaned in more brushing his lips against your neck, a small moan left your throat. Embarrassed, you tried to hide your face but only landed into the crook of Chan's neck making him exhale shakily "If you and Han weren't arguing, you were fucking" He grinned. "Ho-ow?" You whispered "I can hear, you're a noisy little one." He pulled away to meet your eyes again. Your face bright pink "You heard us?" "Mhm, the last couple weeks more often. I couldn't help but wonder what was unfolding on the other side of the wall." "Chan.." He cupped your cheek. "I just.. You sounded better and better each time. I can't help myself, (y/n). I can only imagine how pretty you'd sound if it was me making you moan." You melted at his words. This was wrong, this was so so wrong but it didn't stop your heart from pounding from excitement. It didn't stop the wet spot in your panties from slowly getting bigger. He pressed deeper into you making you realize he was hard, almost throbbing. "Let me, (y/n). Hm?" You couldn't even speak, you just leaned forward letting yourself melt into his embrace and into his soft lips. Bucking your hips forward to meet his aching hard on with your dripping mess in your pants. You both let out moans into each other mouths.

He picked you up, wrapping your legs around him he turned and sat you on the kitchen island. Trapping him between your legs you began to grind against his dick, earning groans from him. "Fuck, look at you. You love this don't you?" You moaned at his remark. He pulled away, pulling his shirt off over his head revealing his toned muscular physique. You sighed at the sight. He stared at you hungrily, "Off." He ordered motion to your top. You bit your cheek, this can't be good. Chan?? CHAN IN THE KITCHEN????

You could get caught by anyone. Your thoughts suddenly interrupted "I shouldn't have to repeat myself" He growled reaching forcefully to remove your shirt. Marvelling at your shocked state sitting there topless with your legs still open. "Pants." He ordered. This time you didn't hesitate. This was wrong but who cared, in this moment right now you were at his mercy and loving every second of it. "God, you're gorgeous." He breathed out before pulling you back into a messy kiss. Your hands exploring each others bodies earning moans here and there. Suddenly you felt his fingers along the side of your panties, you pushed into him wanting more. "Needy?" He smiled, you pushed again in response "You're going to keep that pretty mouth shut. Understood?" He pulled back looking at you nod furiously. He laughed while lowering himself to meet your soaked panties at eye level. He brushed his fingers along the top on your pussy, "Oo-ooh" You let out. "(y/n)." He sternly stood up "What did I just say?" He questioned, covering your mouth with one hand and viciously pulled your panties to the side plunging his finger into you make you yelp against his hand. Electric shocks pierced your body with each re-entry he made. "This loud with just a finger? How am I going to fuck you?" He groaned into your ear. His voice sent chills down your spine, you've never seen this side of him before... So dark and dominant... so confident. Something Jisung never gave you.

He pulled himself out of your hot wetness, leaving you a dripping mess on the island. He peeled your panties off you but before he tossed them aside he had an idea. "This should keep you quiet." He smirked "Open" You followed the order and opened your mouth unaware of what his next move was. He looked into your eyes as he placed those soaked panties into your mouth. Your eyes widened, how filthy... how were you just going with it? So bad but it's so good."Can you taste yourself, sweetheart?" You sucked lightly on your panties releasing your sweet taste on your tongue. "Mhm" you muffled. He smiled while lowering himself, "Such a pretty pussy." His tongue coming out and lightly poking past your lips and into your hole. You squirmed at the sensation. Groaning into your gag, you needed more, opening your legs more, you pushed down onto his tongue making your eyes roll back from the sensation of his tongue sliding inside you. He rolled his tongue upwards towards your clit. Chan sucked on you hard, making you feel every pulse of his mouth abusing your clit. He released himself "You taste so good, sweetheart. But I think it's time I give you something better" He stood up, pulling his pants and boxers down. His cock sprung out rebounding off his stomach. He pulled the panties out of your mouth, leaning in, letting his tip press lightly against your sensitive wet folds. "Do you want me to fuck you, sweetheart? Do you want me to fill you up?" He groaned into your ear "Y-yes" you shakily let out beginning to rub yourself on his throbbing cock. "Yes, what?" He beckoned "Please. Yes, please." You whimpered back "Good girl." He smiled while lining himself up to enter your pretty pinkness. "Ooohh." He moaned, pushing himself in. "Fuck you're tight." You winced slightly at the sensation but was feeling more pleasure than pain as he slid deeper inside you. He slowly began to thrust in and out of you making you grab onto him tightly. He really did fill you up well, hitting all your sweet spots making you moan into his ear. "That's it, baby. Keep moaning for me." His praises made you crazy. "F-faster, plea-ase" you whined. "Are you going to cum?" he griped a fistful of your hair. "Not yet." He ordered "Cha-a-an, please. I-I can't." Tears welling up in your eyes, desperate "Please... Daddy" you let out, unaware that you just triggered off the beast. "Oh my fuck-" Grabbing your hair tighter he slammed into you, make you feel everything. "You want to cum for Daddy, sweetheart?" He moaned at you "Yes, please!!!" You cried "Daddy, please I can't hold it!" "Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Cum with me, baby" His thrusts became sloppy, dick twitching, his moans all you could hear in your ear sending you over the edge. "Ahhhh." he let out as he spilled himself inside you. Coming down from your highs, he pulled out leaving a sticky string of cum connecting you both.

What have you done? Your thoughts broken "You okay?" Chan asked reached for the paper towel to clean you up. "Mmm" You let out remembering how this all unfolded, bringing the heat back into your stomach. You smiled "Such a dirty dirty boy" "Hah" he laughed, finishing wiping you up. "Just a little." He leaned in, giving you a kiss.

No one knows, it'll be fine. You thought.

Completely unaware of the peeping tom at the top of the stairs, putting his phone down, slyly smirking to himself.

note:

reposting from my wattpad~

thanks for reading, it’s my first time posting my work to tumblr so any feedback is much appreciate🤍

#skz smut #bangchan smut #stray kids #skz x reader #skz ot8 #skz hard hours #skz hard thoughts #han jisung #chan x reader

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midyiderit · 6 months

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Stray Kids Fic Recomendations: Part 2

Part 2 because I ran out of room to tag on Part 1, and I need to make sure everyone is tagged. This part is still being added to.

Key:

Fluff ☁️

Angst ⛈️

Mature 🌹

Smut 🔥

Comfort 🫂

Reverse Comfort 🔁🫂

Idol 🎤

Dynamics:

Strangers 💛

Best Friends 🩵

Strangers to Lovers 🧡

Friends to Lovers 💜

Enemies to Lovers 💚

Exs to Lovers ❤️‍🩹

Established Relationship ❤️

Lovers to Exs 💔

Reactions/Scenarios

⛈️🫂 Breaking Up and Getting Back Together With Them (Hyung Part 1) (Maknae Part 1) (Hyung Part 2) (Maknae Part 2) (Hyunjin, Han, & I.N. Part 3) by @dazed--xx 💔❤️‍🩹

☁️ Silly Things They Do As Boyfriends by @hwajin ❤️

🔥 What "Non-Con" Scenes They Would Do With You by @chvnmax ❤️

Fake Texts

🌹 They Ask You to Stain Them With Your Lipstick by @daaawnnn ❤️

☁️ They Find Out From Another Member You Fainted (Hyung Line) (Maknae Line) by @giddyfatherchris ❤️

☁️ "What If I Told You I Was Pregnant?" by @sunboki ❤️

🌹 They Accidentally Send You a Nude by @bluejutdae 💜

🎤☁️ You Write a Love Song About Them (Hyung Line) (Maknae Line) by @giddyfatherchris ❤️

⛈️ They Miss You When You're Broken Up by @charmerchannie ❤️‍🩹

☁️ They Think You're Pregnant (And it Turns Out You Are) by @feelbokkie ❤️

☁️ Texting Them "Give" With No Context by @feelbokkie ❤️

🌹 Telling Them Their Dick is Ugly as a Prank by @lixie-phoria ❤️

Individual Members

Bang Chan

☁️ Chan Saves You From a Bad Date by @bluejutdae 💜

Lee Know (Minho)

⛈️🫂 Misunderstanding by @pnutbutter-n-j-elyy ❤️

🫂 Chan Saves You From a Toxic Ex by @charmerchannie 💛

☁️🌹 Random Boyfriend Texts by @thefantasyden ❤️

🔥 Punishment by @brainddeadd ❤️

Seo Changbin

☁️ Changbin Finds Out You're Single by @f9clementine 💜

☁️ Changbin Pays You Back by @imagine-a-life-like-this 💚

Yang Jeongin (I.N.)

☁️🫂 I.N. Saves You From a Bad Date by @bluejutdae 💜

Multi

🌹 They Ask for a Threesome by @felixknow ❤️ (3Racha)

#skz fake texts #skz x reader #stray kids fake texts #skz imagines #skz texts

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mymoodwriting · 9 months

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Because You're Mine

Female!Reader x Werewolf!SKZ

Genre: A/B/O

Warning: Nightmares, Delusions, Paranoia, Drugs, Medication, Illness, Deceit, Manipulation, Anxiety, Betrayal, Terror, Non-Con

Words: 3.8K

Chapter Four

(Prev//Next) (@starillusion13 @salfetkablog @youngunknownwitch @loveforred @hydroyaksha @luvyev)

Prompt: With omegas completely removed from society, they needed their own communities and institutions to grow. All your life you had lived and gone to school alongside your fellow omegas, and orphaned alphas. You had managed to keep yourself together, but now at the university level, keeping your secret had grown impossible. You had to face your fears and make friends with an alpha eventually, and now was the time.

“So… who do you guys recommend?”

It was certainly going to be a rather strange conversation, but the sooner the better. Everyone had gathered in the living room, some snacks set out on the table. They each took turns introducing their friend and showing you a picture as well. From what you heard they were all good people. Although in the end you still trusted Jisung more than the others, and went with his option. This alpha named Hyunjin. He was very happy to be the winner even though this wasn’t a competition.

Jisung would talk to Hyunjin, and introduce you later in the week. He never really told you when this was going to happen, so you didn’t expect the alpha to come to you on their own. One day as you stepped out of class you were suddenly approached by someone. When you realized this you took a step back, but he merely chuckled. You eventually hit the wall, unable to meet this person’s gaze. Now that they were close you caught their scent, realizing it was an alpha. Before you’d be hyperventilating at this point, but you could tolerate them now.

“Jisung told me you were cute.”

“Jisung?”

“I’m his friend, Hyunjin.”

“You’re Hyunjin?”

“Yes, a pleasure to meet you.”

“Hi…”

“We’ll be seeing more of each other, and I look forward to getting to know you.”

“Yeah…”

“I’ll see you later.”

Hyunjin gave you a smile before walking away. You were still stunned by the whole thing when a bunch of your classmates crowded around you, asking you who you had just spoken to and how you knew them. You couldn’t really answer their questions, but they persisted. It wasn’t until Jisung found you and pulled you out of the crowd, helping you along to your next class. Although news spread around so you had many people asking you about Hyunjin, you just ignored them all. You were more than happy to return to your dorm at the end of the day, snuggling up to Minho on the couch. He was happily surprised by your actions, pulling you close into his embrace.

“Long day?”

“Yup.”

“I got you.”

Minho kissed your head, letting you change the channel and the two of you watched TV together. You were dozing off into a nap when you heard loud voices. You sleepily peeked over the couch to see Felix and Hyunjin entering the dorm with a few bags in hand. Usually when a new person came into the dorm you ran off to hide in your room, but this time you decided to be more friendly. You knew Felix already, but you didn’t want to be so awkward with Hyunjin from the start. Although before you could say anything Jisung brought up what happened before.

“He’ll behave himself.” Jisung assured. “Already told him off about the morning.”

“Sorry.” Hyunjin apologized. “I just wanted to say hello, but I’m looking forward to getting to know such a lovely omega such as yourself.”

“Yeah…”

Since you were more used to alphas now it was easier to build a relationship with Hyunjin. He was really into art and would like to show you his work. You couldn’t believe how talented he was, and he loved to spend time painting with you. Even if your stuff wasn’t as good as his. He did always tell you that you had your own style, and it was great. Although, despite how close you two had gotten, you couldn’t really see each other much at school. Wherever he went there was usually a crowd, so as to not overwhelm you he’d keep his distance. It upset you both, but was necessary. When you were in the dorm though, it was the opposite.

The number was even, and everyone could pair off if they wanted to. You were all friends and enjoyed each other’s company. You never thought you could socialize with so many people, let alone alphas, so this was great. After a long week Chan suggested the alphas cook something for the omegas. You never had anyone cook for you before, so you were very excited. Even if you wanted to help you weren’t allowed to. So you just sat on the couch with the others watching TV and waiting. The food smelled good, and you kept glancing over at the kitchen. When they finally finished you jumped with joy, going over to the table.

“It’s still hot, so be careful.”

You all got a plate and sat down, although you quickly ran off to get your phone, wanting to take a picture. You rummaged around your room for a bit before finding it, going back over to the dining table. Although your smile quickly faded when you returned, seeing everyone passed out around the table in different positions.

“Guys, this isn’t funny.”

You went over and started shaking Minho, expecting a smile and some giggles but nothing happened. You tried to wake Felix, but he was unresponsive too.

“Cut it out! I don’t like this!”

None of them were waking up, and it was starting to freak you out. Something was wrong and you needed to get help. You made your way over to the door, but as you reached for the handle you began to feel dizzy. You stumbled back a few steps and collapsed to the floor, the whole world spinning around you and starting to fade. Your strength was leaving your body, and there was nothing you could do.

“Wa… what’s… help… help me…”

♥♥♥♥♥

You whimpered as you regained consciousness, finding yourself laid out on the couch in the dorm. You groggily sat up, looking around. You seemed to be alone, making you feel uneasy. You got up, stumbling a bit, calling out to anyone in the dorm. There was no response, which started to make you panic. You knew something was very wrong. Your legs gave out from under you, making you feel all the more helpless. Last time you failed to get out of the dorm, but you had to try again. You started crawling, trying not to let the tears fall.

“Y/n? What are you doing?”

You turned back, seeing Chan standing behind you. In the moment you just broke down crying, startling Chan.

“No, no, no, don’t cry.” Chan got down and cradled you in his arms. “Don’t cry love, don’t cry. Everything’s okay, you’re okay.”

You cried for a while, not even sure why. The whole time Chan held you tightly, gently rocking you in his arms, soothing you and petting your head. Once you calmed down he helped you to your feet, wiping away the tears.

“You’re okay, did you have a bad dream?”

“I… I don’t know…”

“What happened?”

“Uh… I went to get my phone… and then… I came back to the dining table and you were all passed out… I couldn’t wake any of you… I tried to leave for help but then I passed out too…”

“Then what happened?”

“I woke up on the couch.”

“See, it was just a bad dream.”

“That doesn’t make sense… it doesn’t feel like a dream…”

“After eating you laid down on the couch to sleep. Everyone was kinda full so it makes sense to take a nap.”

“I don’t remember doing that…”

“But that’s what happened. You can ask the others.” Chan assured. “It was all just a bad dream. It’s still late, do you want to sleep with me?”

“… yes…”

“Alright, let’s go then.”

Chan kept you close and the two of you walked back to his room. He pulled you into his arms and pulled up the sheets, wanting to make sure he was cuddling you. His scent was soothing, and helped you to ease your worries. You weren’t sure if what had happened was a dream or not, but right now you just wanted to safely be in Chan’s embrace. It didn’t take long to drift off from there, managing to sleep peacefully until morning. You didn’t wake up alone, still finding yourself in Chan’s embrace come sunrise. You thought he was still sleeping, but after a moment he pressed a kiss to your head.

“Did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s good.” Chan yawned. “You wanna get out of bed or sleep in some?”

“I’m hungry…”

“Then let’s get up.”

Chan placed another kiss on your head and got up, stretching as he yawned. You soon followed suit, waiting in bed as he went to the bathroom to freshen up. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and yawned. Once Chan stepped out of the bathroom you went in. As you washed your face you felt yourself getting dizzy, holding onto the sink for stability. You figured it was cause you had just woken up and would eventually go away. The two of you went over to the kitchen, greeting the others.

“Morning.”

“Y/n, you okay?” Hyunjin questioned. “You look sick.”

“I’m fine…”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Hm. It might be something else.” Chan commented.

“What does that mean?”

“Well, since you’re of age, your body is gonna start going through changes.” Chan explained. “Which means it’s time you get on your meds.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Jisung questioned. “You mean medication? We need to take pills?”

“Yes. All omegas do.”

“Why?”

“To help your body regulate its hormones.”

“Since when?”

“This has always been the case.” Minho added. “We learned about this back in our senior year of high school.”

“Why didn’t we learn about it?” Felix wondered. “We’re the ones that need to be medicated. Unless alphas take pills too.”

“Don’t say it like that.” Jisung exclaimed. “But do alphas take pills too?”

“No, we don’t.” Hyunjin remarked. “It makes sense though, you guys are at that age.”

“You make us sound like children.”

“Anyway.” Chan cut in. “I’ll speak with the headmaster to get you guys your medicine. You should start taking it as soon as possible.”

“No.” You said. “I’m not taking any pills.”

“Y/n-”

“You can’t force me.”

“I… well, no, but it’s important.”

“I don’t need them.”

“You do.”

“Well I’m not taking them.”

Chan sighed. “Alright, fine. If you don’t want them then you don’t have to take them.”

“So are we taking pills or not?” Jisung questioned.

“You should, but it’s your choice.”

“Oh… well, in solidarity with y/n, we won’t take them either.”

“What!?” Felix exclaimed. “We won’t?”

“I won’t. You can do whatever you want.”

“Uh, well I guess I won’t take them either.”

“Are you guys serious?” Minho stated. “If you don’t take them you’re gonna get sick.”

“That’s just what you say.” You countered. “I feel perfectly fine right now.”

“Be honest then. Why don’t you want to take them?”

“Because I don’t have to.”

“Technically you do.”

“Well I don’t want to.”

“Why?”

“Let’s not fight this early in the morning.” Chan interrupted. “I’m not gonna make anyone do something they don’t want. Let’s have breakfast and then get on with our days.”

The conversation ended there, and you were thankful for that. Truth was, you didn’t trust this notion of needing to take medication. That supposed dream you had last night was still fresh in your mind, and it felt too real to think it was just some figment of your imagination. You felt that something was off here, and you weren’t gonna start taking some pills just cause someone else says you need to. You honestly didn’t expect Jisung and Felix to take your side here, but it made you feel less alone.

Funnily enough this was the topic for one of your classes that day. All omegas took a general course that discussed various topics regarding omegas, whether it be history, biology, or general expectations of them going forward. So of course today they talked about these pills you were supposed to take, explaining the reason behind it and why it was important. Your body was changing, and maturing. Things like your claws and fangs were gonna start coming in, but none of this changed your mind though, instead it made you more uneasy. All this coming up after such a night, it felt off. Like it was all too much of a coincidence.

“Should we maybe take the medicine…” Felix mumbled. “It seems like we’re supposed to.”

“I’m not going to.” You stated. “You don’t have to follow me.”

“Why don’t you want to take them?”

“I… something feels wrong.”

“What do you mean?”

You shared with the two about your supposed dream, and how you had woken up. Chan said it was just a nightmare, but everything going on today was putting you on edge.

“I woke up in bed.” Jisung mentioned. “After dinner I just knocked out.”

“But do you remember leaving the table?”

“Well… not really, but that’s something so insignificant, you know.”

“I guess…”

“But hey, if you don’t trust this and don’t want to take it I’m right here with you.”

“Thanks.”

“Me too.” Felix added. “I’m not going to lie, something does feel off here. I can’t put my finger on it though.”

The three of you stuck together and didn’t take the medication, although the others in the dorm always brought it up, asking if you’d stop with your little boycott anytime soon. You wanted to prove a point, that something was wrong and this wasn’t what it seemed to be. In the coming days you felt fine, perfectly normal, and it was leading you to believe you were right. The other omegas were taking their medication, and there was no difference between you and them. At least that’s what you thought.

You were finishing up week two without any medication when you started to feel sick. You woke up feeling nauseous, and you had a minor headache. You didn’t think there was any correlation, figuring it was probably last night’s dinner not sitting well. That is until later in the day. You could barely keep your eyes open and wound up collapsing in the middle of class. You vaguely recalled your classmates crowding around you before everything faded to black.

♥♥♥♥♥

You woke with a soft intake of air, opening your eyes to an unfamiliar surrounding. Well, it was familiar, the white and sterile smell told you where you were, but this place was also new. You slowly sat up, looking around the med bay. You had been in the high school one before, but this was clearly the university campus one. The other beds were empty, and you seemed to be alone until the doors opened and what you believed to be the doctor came in.

“You’re awake, that’s good.” The doctor pulled up a chair. “I’m doctor Kim, you can call me Minseok if you’d like. Now I’m just gonna do a quick exam, is that alright?”

“Sure…”

You let Minseok check your vitals and look you over. You felt fine now despite how things were in the morning.

“You seem to be healthy, so, care to tell me why you collapsed? I’ll give you a guess.”

“Uh… I don’t know, you’re the doctor…”

“Touché. Then let me ask you, have you been taking your medication?”

“…”

“Trick question, I know you’re not.”

“What?”

“Miss y/n, I’ve treated a lot of omegas over the years, and I know what happens when you don’t take your medication. It is important to your health for you to take them. So why aren’t you?”

“I… I don’t want to…”

“You collapsed today, and I’m sure you feel fine now, but the symptoms are only gonna get worse. You could end up seriously hurting yourself or others.”

“Others?”

“Yes. Your claws and fangs will be coming in. Without your medication you could lose control of yourself and cause an injury. I’d hate for you to wind up here again and put me in a position where I have to force you to take your medication. Do you understand?”

“Yes…”

“So, what are we going to do tonight?”

“… take my medication…”

“Good.”

“Do… do I really need it?”

“How did you feel this morning? And be honest.”

“Awful…”

“You don’t have to feel that way. I assure you, once you take your medication and adjust, you’ll be alright.”

“I’m sorry.”

“There’s no need to apologize. Like I said, I’ve treated a lot of omegas, and you’re not the first to deny taking their medication.”

“I’m not?”

“I understand it’s not any easy thing to accept, but one way or another you all seem to come around to it.”

“So there was no avoiding it…”

“No, but now you know better than others why it is important to take your medication.”

“I do.”

“Alright. You seem fine, but I did call over one of your dorm mates to come get you, just to be safe.”

“Thank you.”

“Alright. Now I don’t want to see you back here as my patient, understand?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, go on now, your friend is outside.”

You bowed to Minseok and excused yourself, a little nervous as to who would be waiting for you. Of course it was Chan. He seemed worried, but he didn’t berate you with questions, just got you back to the dorm. It was only then that he decided to ask.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry…”

“For what?”

“I should have listened to you… and my dumb ideas are also hurting Jisung and Felix.”

“Hey, don’t blame yourself. It’s okay to question things, you’re always learning.”

“I’ll take my meds…”

“I am glad to hear that.”

“And I’ll talk to the others too… I’m really sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize for anything. You’re okay, that’s all that matters.”

When Felix and Jisung returned to the dorm later they immediately went over to hug you. Word had gotten around that you collapsed in class, so they had been very anxious to see you. Once you assured them you were alright you told them what had happened, and that you had been wrong. Things could get much worse if you didn’t take your medication, and you had put them both in danger by getting them to join you in your ridiculous boycott.

“It’s alright.” Felix assured. “At least now we know this stuff is legit.”

“Exactly. The alphas aren’t lying to us.” Jisung joked. “Right guys?”

“What would we lie to you about?” Hyunjin questioned.

“I don’t know, nothing I guess.”

“Alright, how about we eat?” Minho said. “Cause I am hungry.”

“Yeah, and afterwards the omegas can take their meds and go to bed.” Chan added. “Okay?”

“Yes, dad.” You teased.

“Ya!”

You all shared a good laugh together before gathering at the dining table to eat. Just as promised, after getting some food in you the three of you took your medication. It would be a bit before you really felt the effects, but this was the first step. You apologized again to Jisung and Felix, but they didn’t hold anything against you. After dinner you showered and got ready for bed, snuggling the sheets when there was a knock at your door.

“Y/n, can I come in?” Chan asked.

“Yeah.”

“Hey, all ready for bed?”

“Yup.”

“You feeling okay?”

“I’m good.”

“Alright. You know, if there’s ever something bothering you just let me know, or Minho, or Hyunjin. We’re here for you.”

“I know, thanks.”

“Sleep well.”

“You too.”

Once Chan was gone you grabbed your phone, checking your alarms and then browsing the internet for a moment. You were looking through your own files when you got a notification to clean the junk from your phone. You figured you’d do that now, looking over the trash in your phone when you came across a video. You didn’t recall having recorded anything as of late, so you had no idea what this was. You couldn’t make out the thumbnail image either so you clicked on the video. As it played you noticed that half the screen was covered, and you couldn’t really make out the rest. Then you heard your own voice.

“Guys, this isn’t funny.”

You felt yourself grow cold, realizing what this was. That night, the one you thought, the one you had been told was a dream, really wasn’t. When you had gone for your phone, wanting to take pictures, you must have accidentally started recording instead. You couldn’t see much, but you remembered what you said that night. You listened to the audio, hearing the moment you collapsed. The screen was dark, and you didn’t hear anything for a while. Then you heard the door open, multiple feet shuffling around.

You could hear people walking around, the sounds of what you think were the chairs moving, and then it all faded away, ending with the door shutting. You thought the video would end there, but it kept going for a while more. After what felt like forever you heard the supposed chairs move again. You could hear voices, but they were off in the distance, and muffled. A moment later you heard someone getting closer, and you really wished you could unhear what came next.

“Uh, my head hurts.” Hyunjin complained. “Was this really necessary?”

“Yes. This is what the headmaster told us to do.” Chan said. “The drugs would only knock us out for a few minutes.”

“And the omegas?”

“A couple hours.”

“This whole thing is a weird experience.” Minho remarked. “Kinda feels like a dream.”

“I know.”

“Why did we have to take the drugs again? We could have just given it to them and have less problems.”

“It would actually complicate things too much.” Hyunjin stated. “Better to just put it in the whole pot than to try and drug certain plates. Even then, it’d be too weird if only the omegas ate.”

“What are they doing with the omegas again?”

“I’m not sure, some kinda procedure.” Chan commented. “It’s for their own health or something.”

“Have they done something like that to us?”

“We’re alphas, all they’re gonna do is train us to look after omegas.”

“You mean domesticate them.”

“Those are old terms.” Minho said. “That’s not really what we do.”

“It kinda is.”

“Whatever. What do we do when they’re back?”

“Nothing really.” Chan mentioned. “They’ll still be asleep, so we just tell them they passed out after eating. The memories will be hazy anyway.”

“Cool, cool.”

“Is that y/n’s phone?” Hyunjin questioned. “What’s it doing over here?”

“It must have fallen out of her pocket or something.”

“Fuck, it’s recording.”

“How?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Chan cut in. “Just delete the video and put the phone in her room. We still need to clean up the dining table and kitchen.”

“I know.”

The video ended there, and you were crying silent tears. You weren’t crazy, what happened that night was very real, and it was far worse than you had imagined. The alphas were lying to you, and so was the institution. Something had been to you, and Jisung and Felix, that night. Those pills maybe weren’t even for your health but to cover up whatever happened, and no one knew, no omega was supposed to know. You stared at your door, starting to feel this sense of fear creeping up. You were trapped again, and you had no idea how you could get yourself out.

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Hello, I'm back again hope you're doing great

So I've been thinking about yandere! Alpha minsung x sub! Omega! fem! Reader we'll if you're comfortable with abo of course.

Well and to spice it up what if some stupid alpha dared to try to mark her.

If ur not comfortable with this please ignore it and love u 😘

----🦋anon----

Hello there! I'm happy to see you here again. And don't worry, there's not much content that can make me feel uncomfortable, so feel free to share your most twisted, unhinged thoughts here. If I see an ask I don't feel like doing it, I'll still make sure to reply.

Omegaverse x Minsung throuple?? FUCK YES. This sounds so freaking delicious. Here you go~

ALPHA! MINSUNG X OMEGA! FEM! READER

WARNING❗ Hints of non-con at the end. Proceed accordingly if this topic is sensitive for you.

It's common knowledge that two alphas don't usually mate with each other. Not only because of the biological traits that prevents them from doing so, but also because they tend to be too territorial and dominant for a relationship to work. However, as rare as it is, there are cases of alphas falling for one another and somehow building a functional committed relationship. Han Jisung and Lee Minho were one of these few cases. Their instincts showed on their first meeting, a pair of alphas trying to one up the other constantly and even getting physical more often than not. However, the more they fought and tried to dominate the other, the more they felt it was less about pride and more about just having contact with the other. Because there's another well-known fact about alphas, and it's that they tend to have the thickest, most intense sexual tension ever. It was specially obvious with these two, to the point they made everyone around them uncomfortable with their displays. Of course, didn't surprise anyone that they ended giving in their urges and fucking like animals during a common friend's party. Eventually, they became a power, intimidating couple no one dares to mess with.

Jisung wasn't the typical alpha, fitting more in the traits of an omega sometimes and letting Minho pamper him like one, but those close to him knew the boy owned up to his rank by every word. Minho was usually the one in charge, but it didn't stop them from still fighting for the dominance from time to time. They were also terribly possessive over each other. An alpha is already territorial by nature, so one can guess the chaos two of them can bring. Minho had beat people almost to death for getting too close to his Sungie. Jisung knows how to use his pheromones to force people to submit to him and then punish them like he wants for daring to touch his mate.

But as happy as they were together, they couldn't stop feeling something was missing. Like the last piece for a puzzle to fit. It frustrated them to no end, not being able to be completely content with what they had. They tried all they knew to find out what it was, to no end.

Until they came across the sweetest, most alluring and mouth-watering scent ever since meeting each other. Her. An Omega. Their omega.

Then it all makes sense finally. That's the missing piece. She was what they've been looking for all this time. What their hearts had been crying out for. When she's with them, they feel complete and at ease, and they share a silent agreement.

They can't let her go. She belongs to them.

Their first instinct is to simply take her as she is, their wolves growling in their heads to claim her already and tie her to their sides, but their logical sides tell them to wait. They need to be cool-headed about this. After all, one risky move and they could scare her off, and they don't want to force to come (but they don't mind to if it comes to it). No, instead, they play the long game, wooing her carefully and slowly getting her trust. She's so perfect for them, so precious. They have the perfect plan to claim her forever.

When she hits her heat, it's completely unexpected and particularly strong. She had been taking her medication for it and, according to her phone calendary, it shouldn't have arrived until some weeks later so she doesn't understand what happened (she couldn't know her new "friends" replaced her pills and changed the calendary on purpose). She's now sweating in her bed, curling in ball in her underwear because she feels fire underneath her skin, her insides ache and throb in feral need, and the world around her seems blurry, confusing. There's only one thing that can calm her down, and what a coincidence, her alpha friends just passed by to "visit her" and sensed the smell, the delicious calling of an omega in heat. Their omega, who needs them to help, to relieve her from this pain. The omega tries to fight it at first, knowing she's not on her right mind, but her instincts betray her and surrender to the alphas looming over her like predators about to devour their prey. And that's probably the best way to describe them.

Minho's plan was to wait out until she begged for them, but Jisung was losing his mind with the smell that reeked the entire place. The younger just wanted to jump on her already and claim what was theirs, and Minho was struggling to remain in control of himself too. In the end, the frustration for having waited so long and the omega's arousal was messing with their senses, and so they gave in what they've been craving since they met her.

It was messy, rough and animalistic. Their feral instincts took over them and they made sure each trace of her skin was covered in their scent. They kissed, gropped, bruised, marked every piece of her body they pleased. By the end of it, she was shaking in their hold, overstimulated, cum running through her skin. The only thing that prevented them from cumming inside was that they wanted her to ask for it. They wanted her to beg for their seed.

When her heat passes and she realizes what went on, she feels a mix of emotions. She's certainly scared for her future now, for what it means for her now she's been mated by not one, but two alphas. She's flustered because she enjoyed it a lot and loved the way they brought her to release. She's angry at them for going along with it despite knowing she wasn't in the best state of mind, but they explain that they simply wanted to help, since they know an omega's heat can be painful without a partner. Also, they were affected by the heat too and weren't fully conscious of their actions. Really, they didn't have ill-intentions. How could they, when they clearly care so much about her and have been her loyal friends for a long time? The omega ends up giving in their sweet words and gestures, swayed by their tactics, and not seeing the way their grins seemed more twisted.

Because now they've mated her, there's only one step left. She's already his, their propietry. They just need to find the right time.

Right after that event, their relationship takes a shift. She doesn't feel entirely comfortable with them after what happened, no matter how much pleasure they brought her, but can't bring herself to cut ties with them. They notice her distance and slightly panic. Jisung proposes to take her already before she strays away at once, but Minho calms him down and says she's uncapable of leaving them now. She's on step in their claws, and if they play their cards right, she'll come to them willingly. In the meantime, they force themselves to endure the "only friends" status and swallow the poison that threatens to choke them in their tongue when she's being close to others.

It's not that surprising seeing other alphas infatuated by her. They understand it, she's a gorgeous being and the world should be put to her feet, but it doesn't ease the boiling rage they feel when they see some of these unworthy assholes staring at her too much or trying their luck with her. They've beated and almost killed some of them for this. Alpha are terribly territorial and they can't stand the slighest glint of competence..

Since she doesn't have any claim marks, she's considered single and so other alphas flirt with her openly. She finds a liking to one of them, a friendly alpha that treats her with a softness she's not really familiarized with. She walks around with his smell on her, and MinSung see red. But the breaking point comes when they find out the guy almost marked her. He tried to claim her as his own, to steal her away. And that's when the boys say "fuck the waiting".

Omega is confused at why her love interest stopped talking to her, and dissapeared from the face of earth all of sudden, but she doesn't have time to question further before a pair of furious alpha storm in her house. The powerful, heavy grip of their pheromones makes her limbs useless against her will and her body becomes jelly under their vicious hold. They're frustrated for the lack of so desired intimacy, veins hyped with adrenaline for the recent blood in their hands, and pissed off by her bratty behaviour. How dare she let another alpha touch her like that? How the fuck could she allow herself to be claimed by another? Doesn't she understand her body belongs to them? She's their mate, her place is by their side, carrying their pups and pleasing them. Didn't they make that clear when they fucked her back then?

Omega realizes too late that her worst suspicions were true: That they took advantage of her heat and they were fully conscious of what they were doing. But it's too late.

They scent her the same way they did during their first time, and her head already feels fuzzy with the familiar smells that bring back those hot memories. Her body is slowly falling under the spell of their strong pheromones combined, and she grows more compliant the more she remains in their arms. Her clothes are tore off her body, leaving her completely exposed for theri greedy hands. There's already a patch of wetness running through her inner thighs, and she tries to supress a moan when she feels a warm tongue lick down those traces. The remnants of her logical side try to fight it off, but they're stronger and she's been frustrated too. When one of them slips his dick inside wet cunt in one go, she loses herself. Mind blank, her body only following their wishes.

When it's over, she comes back to her senses with their mixed cums inside her...and two claiming bites in her shoulder and neck, chaining to them forever.

Now she's truly under their mercy and no amount of fighting can break off the power of these bites. She's finally theirs to have, to worship, to adore, to breed.

#i'm so so sorry for the wait #i had a writer's block and i was also recently fired from my job after only two months and half #i have no excuse but my laziness #i'm a big fan of omegaverse so i was eager to do this one #minsung x reader #skz scenarios #skz drabbles #lee know/han jisung x reader #request #skz reactions #yandere skz #butterfly anon

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 2 years

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where some rules are meant to be followed and others are meant to be broken.

Or the twentieth installment of the skz!pack prequel series.

A/N: This one is rough, folks, buckle up. (It ends okay. I promise.)

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, OT8, SKZ Drabble, Skz!pack, skz!abo, poly!skz, omegaverse, pack!prequel, skz!pack prequel, prequel series, skz imagines, skz reactions, skz scenarios, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, skz x you, skz x reader, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, y/n, skz angst

Genre: Angst, Hurt, Comfort Ending

Warning: Mentions of Non-Con and Assault (no details)

Title: Love and Other Drugs

To be fair, you’d only gone to the frat party to piss him off.

Parties-particularly ones hosted by drunk, dumbass alphas who thought they were hot shit-were not typically your scene, but your blood was running hot and you were feeling a little impulsive, and without even thinking about it, you’d hopped the next bus to the frat house.

Which brings us to the present, where you’re sitting at the edges of said stupid party, sipping on a lackluster cheap beer, and trying to keep a headache at bay as the bass of some fast paced techno song blares from the speakers in time with the lights overhead.

God, it’s hot in here.

Your phone buzzes in your back pocket, and you shift your cup to your other hand so you can fish it out, glancing down at the brightly lit screen.

When you see the name appear on the caller ID, you immediately grit your teeth and hit ignore, stuffing the phone once more back into your pocket.

It’s the fifth time he’s called you since you stormed out of the dorm, and the fifth time you’ve ignored him completely.

Fuck him.

You take another swig of the bitter tasting beer and glance across the living room turned makeshift dance floor, taking in the crush of bodies as everyone sways to the music, a new song blasting from the heavy speakers in the corner.

You don’t recognize this one either, and your headache is starting to pound behind your left temple.

You feel eyes on you, and glance to the doorway to your left, leading to the hallway of the house, to see a group of frat boys leaning casually against the frame, staring you down. They’re openly ogling you, smirks on their faces, eyes trailing down your body, and you berate yourself for not grabbing a jacket to throw over your tight tank top before you left the dorm.

You turn your face away, ignoring them, and down the last little bit of your beer.

Probably time to leave anyway.

Tossing the cheap red cup into the nearby trash can, you skirt around a group of giggling, drunk sorority girls swaying to the music, and head for the kitchen and the escape of the back door.

You narrowly avoid running into an alpha leaving the kitchen, arms full of beer, and the liquid sloshes over the rims of the cups, getting your shoes wet, as he utters a hasty apology and continues on into the living room you just left.

You slip past the few couples in the kitchen, making out and grinding against the counters, and finally reach the back door.

You step out into the dark, cool air of the night and immediately breathe a sigh of relief.

It’d been too hot in there, and it’s refreshingly cool outside, the music nothing but a low thump of bass beneath your feet now, laughter and chatter drifting distantly through the open doorway.

It’s cold, making your skin prickle, but it’s only a short walk to the bus stop from the frat house. You’ll survive.

Your phone buzzes once more in your pocket, but you doggedly let it ring until the vibrating dies out, feeling something akin to hot satisfaction flush low in your stomach at the slight act of open defiance.

Good. You hope he’s worried.

There’s a shorter buzz, an alert to a text message, and with a sigh, you give in, digging your phone out and pulling up the notif preview on the lock screen.

(Y/N) answer the fucking phone.

No, you don’t think you will.

You stuff your phone back into your pocket, feeling smug, and take a step in the direction of the bus stop.

A sound in the open doorway behind you has you spinning around, your wolf suddenly on high alert.

“Well, well, well.”

The trio of frat boys from earlier stand in the doorway leading back into the house, lit from behind by the faint light coming down the hall from the kitchen. They’re smirking at you, just like before, but you don’t like the predatory glint in their gazes, eyes fixed on you from where they stand.

“Look what we have here, boys.” One of the boys steps off the porch and takes a step toward you, and you tense, ready to fight or flee, you’re not entirely sure.

He lets his leering gaze drop slowly down your body, lingering on your breasts, and you resist the urge to try to cover yourself with your hand.

He cocks his head, studying you with wicked amusement, and his lips quirk into the start of a wicked grin, blonde shaggy hair falling into his eyes, obscuring his expression.

“Why so tense, sweetheart? We’re not gonna hurt you.”

You swallow, your wolf growling, and stare him down as he takes another step in your direction.

“Really? Because your intentions seem less than pragmatic.”

“Ooh.” The guy mocks-the leader of their little troop if you had to guess- and looks over his shoulder to the other two guys still lingering in the doorway with a sly smirk. “Hear that fellas? She’s smart.”

He turns his attention back to you. Takes another step.

You take one backward, keeping the distance between the two of you.

“We’ve been admiring you all night, honey. Pretty little thing, aren’t you?” He tilts his head again, narrowing his eyes, watching you like a bird of prey cornering a rat. “Haven’t seen you at one of these things before.”

You hold your ground, staring him down.

“I don’t usually come to these things. And now I’m remembering why.”

The guy chuckles, tugging at his letterman jacket, puffing his chest, his eyes glinting.

“Well. Maybe we need to show you a good time then, huh?” Another step. “Show you how fun these little get-togethers can really be.”

The guys have left the doorway now, inching behind the taller man, eyes trained on you, and you risk a quick glance over your shoulder, seeing the illuminated bus stop through the trees to your left.

Run, your wolf whispers in a low warning, and you don’t even have to think twice.

You take off in a sprint, your sandals slapping the ground hard, and once again, you curse yourself for having left the dorm in such impractical clothing.

You can hear the boys whoop behind you, like this is some sort of sick game, but you don’t look back, pressing yourself faster, harder, your lungs burning and your heart pumping.

And then, cold fingers loop around your wrist and yank you backward, and the momentum is sending you flying, tumbling to the ground on your ass with a startled shriek.

The taller kid, the leader, is standing over you, chest heaving, eyes flashing.

You scoot away from him on your hands, ignoring the tenderness in your tailbone, and run right into another pair of legs.

You don’t even have to look up to know that it’s one of his goonies.

He crouches in front of you, eyes glinting wickedly, lips pulled into a sneer, and the stench of damp, decay-like a marsh in the middle of summer heat-is washing over you, strong enough to make you gag.

“Hold her.”

You try to get up and dart away again, but the goony behind you traps your arms at your side, his fingers digging into your skin, holding you frozen in place as you swear.

“You motherfuckers-” You growl out between clenched teeth, staring daggers into the leader, who simply chuckles and stands, taking a menacing step toward you.

“Ah, c’mon now.” He croons in a voice that makes you want to vomit, crouching down once more in front of you, reaching out to take your chin in his fingers. The smell of rotting reeds fills your nose. “Don’t be like that.”

You gather up a mouthful of saliva, and spit in his face.

His cocky smirk falters, and anger darkens his eyes, but only for a brief moment, before he laughs and reaches up to wipe your spittle from his cheek, clenching your jaw so tightly in his hold it hurts.

You bite back your whimper behind your teeth. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

He regards you for a moment, eyes dark, and then flicks his fingers at the guy still holding you still.

“Pin her down.”

You struggle as the other guy appears now, both goonies pinning your arms to the ground under their knees, and you kick and flail, but to no avail, finally resorting to screaming, hoping to god someone will hear you from the frat house and come to your aid.

“Shut up.” The tallest boy hisses, slapping his hand over your mouth so hard it hurts. He smiles then, like he hasn’t just assaulted you, and starts to peel off his letterman jacket, his knees on either side of your hips.

“Here’s the thing-” He remarks casually as he strips his jacket and throws it to the side, leaning back over you and pinching his fingers into your cheeks so hard it makes you whimper.

He grins, tapping a finger along the bridge of your nose, like you’re a naughty child being caught doing something they shouldn’t.

“-I like my women submissive, ya see? Pliant and quiet and docile. Of course-” He grunts, reaching down to undo the buckle of his pants, sliding his belt from the loops. When he looks up at you again, his eyes are golden, dangerous, scary. He grins wickedly. “-I allow them to speak eventually. If only to beg for my cock.”

You growl against the palm of his hand, thrashing beneath him, and he grins again, sliding his other hand around your throat, pinning you to the ground.

He leans in, breath ghosting your jaw.

The smell of bog is overwhelming.

“Now, little birdie-” You see the flash of his teeth in the dark, the sharp edges of his canines, and you tense every single muscle in your body beneath his weight as he slips his fingers between your lips.

“Beg.”

It all happens in an instant.

You bite down hard on his fingers, tasting copper, and he cries out, swearing vehemently as he struggles to tear his hand free from your teeth. You hold on doggedly, like a pitbull locking its jaw, and the salty, warm feeling of blood coats your tongue, sliding down your throat.

The goony on your left releases your arm to come to his leader’s aid, and you suddenly release the guy’s fingers from between your teeth as you take the open opportunity and death roll to the unguarded side, wrenching your arm free from the other guy as he lets out a cry of alarm.

You’re up and on your feet before the three of them have had the chance to recover.

The leader is still swearing up a storm, kneeling on the ground, clutching his bleeding hand to his chest, but he motions with a jut of his chin for his dogs to chase after you in the direction of the bus stop.

“What the fuck are you doing! Go get her!”

You hear the pounding of their feet behind you and veer around a tree, catching the first guy off guard as you round behind him and send him to the ground with a swift knee to the junk.

He collapses, groaning, holding himself, and you take the opportunity to kick him in the face, just for good measure, his nose crunching beneath your shoe.

“Asshole.” You mutter beneath your breath, before you turn back in the direction of the bus stop.

Arms go around your waist, and you’re lifted off the ground, kicking and struggling, as the third guy catches you just before the sidewalk.

He wraps an arm around your throat, and tries to land a clumsy punch on your face, but you turn your head at the last second and take it on the jaw.

It stings like a bitch, and you taste blood again for the second time tonight, but you don’t let it phase you.

He’s struggling, gasping for breath after your run, and you use it to your advantage, putting an elbow right into his solar plexus, hard enough to make him drop you and collapse to his knees, just like his two buddies, on the sidewalk at your feet.

“You bitch-” He gasps out, leaning over on his hands, coughing hard enough to go red in the face, spittle dribbling from between his lips.

“Fuck you.” You hiss out vehemently, spitting on the sidewalk in front of his face, your own saliva tinged pink from the blow he’d managed to land on you.

You turn without a backward glance and stalk toward the bus stop.

Fucking fraternity alphas with their fucking god complexes.

You’ve almost reached the bus stop, glancing at your phone to check the time-the next bus doesn’t come for fifteen minutes-and hoping the guys won’t have enough time to recover by then, when a car pulls up to the curb next to you and a door is whipping open fast enough to make you jump back.

Anger reignites in your stomach as Changbin leaps from the car, stalking toward you, his hands in fists at his sides.

All the previous adrenaline from the struggle with the frat guys feeds into the white hot anger suddenly coursing through your veins.

He comes to a stop in front of you, chest heaving, and stares you down.

“Where the fuck have you been?”

You shrug and glance to the side, away from him, ignoring his obvious fury, if only to spite him just a little bit longer.

“Out.”

“Out?” Changbin echoes dangerously, voice shaking, and he steps toward you, grabbing your upper arm with enough force to hurt, turning you back to face him.

You meet his gaze head on, holding your ground.

“Out.” He repeats again with a slight scoff and an angry shake of his head, as if he can’t believe you, fingers digging into your upper arm hard enough to make crescent moons in your skin. There is rage dancing in the gold of his eyes, but you can’t bring yourself to care. “That’s all you have to say for yourself? We’ve been trying to reach you all goddamn night, (Y/N), we were fucking worried.”

You have to stop yourself from laughing in his face.

Worried? Really?

His words from earlier, from the fight, echo in your head.

‘You’re a goddamn fool if you think that changes anything.’

You don’t say anything, turning your head stubbornly to the side.

You hear him suck in a sharp breath through his nose, and then there’s fingers on your chin, roughly turning your face to his once more, and when he pinches a little bit too hard, and you let out a hiss between your teeth, he looks at you like you’re the absolutely stupidest person on the planet.

He probably thinks you are.

“You’re fucking bleeding.” The fury swirls in his gaze, hot and angry, his fingers hovering over the cut by your lip, as if he’s not quite ready to touch you tenderly just yet. “What the hell happened?”

You yank from his grip and stalk toward the bus stop.

“I handled it.”

There are harsh footsteps behind you, and then Chanbin’s hand is around your arm once more, yanking you to a stop as you whirl to face him.

“Where the hell are you going?”

You stare him down with all the coldness you can muster.

“I’m getting on the bus and I’m going home.”

Changbin scoffs, laughing in disbelief, the sound sharp and bitter and anything but humorous.

“You’re not getting on the fucking bus, (Y/N).”

You glare at him, hoping you can make him combust with your mind alone.

“Like hell I’m not.”

You pull from his grasp once more and turn.

This time, you don’t make it more than a step before he’s pulling you back.

The air smells like smoke, your throat burning as you breathe-in and out, in and out, in and out.

You don’t turn around, and your voice is dangerously low when you say, “Let me go, Changbin.”

He ignores you, tugging you back with him in the direction of the car, and you plant your heels, desperately trying to release yourself from the death grip he has on your wrist.

You’ve got just as much anger fueling you, but Changbin’s a hell of a lot stronger than you.

He stops in front of the waiting car, shoving you toward the door.

“Get in the fucking car, (Y/N).”

You cross your arms over your chest and glare him down.

“No.”

“(Y/N).”

You glance up in slight surprise, and Minho is standing on the driver’s side of the car, leaning on the open door, watching the two of you with a dark expression of weary resignation on his face.

He holds your gaze, his voice quiet, but firm.

“Get in the car.”

You swallow, and you can feel Changbin practically vibrating with rage beside you as you stare at Minho, unsure of what to do.

But your feet are sore, and your jaw is starting to ache from the goony’s punch, and it’s fucking freezing outside, and so, reluctantly, you yank open the door and slide ino the back seat, slamming it shut behind you, just to make a point.

Minho gets back in behind the wheel, and Changbin drops into the passenger seat, slamming his own door to make his own point.

Minho lets out a sigh.

You fume quietly, slouched in the back seat, arms over your chest, as they pull the car away from the curb and merge onto the road off campus and back to the dorms, and you’re determined not to talk to either of them, until Minho glances in the rearview mirror and asks, “What happened to your lip?”

You stare out the dark window, watching the lights flash by.

“Just some stupid frat boys.” You finally say, not meeting his gaze in the mirror, trying to ignore the sting in your lip as you grimace.

Changbin whirls in his seat, pinning you down with a fiery glower.

“See, this is why you never should’ve went to that stupid party on your own in the first place-”

You jerk upright in the seat, red hot anger coursing through you.

“Do you even fucking hear yourself?” You accuse, narrowing your eyes into a glare as you stare him down, his nostrils flaring in anger. “I’m an alpha, Changbin. An alpha! Just like you, just like Minho, but just because I’m a girl-”

“And would they have attacked you if you hadn’t been a girl?!” Changbin roars, eyes flashing, and you swallow down the bile suddenly rising in your throat, watching the way his chest heaves in the dim light from the dashboard.

Changbin sucks in a ragged breath, and folds his large arms over his chest, but he doesn’t take it back.

You drop your gaze from his and stare out the window again.

‘Sometimes it’s not that fucking deep, okay, (Y/N)? Sometimes it just is what it is!’

Your hands are trembling, and you clutch the fabric of your pants between your fingers to stop them, forcing back the sudden urge to cry.

Your eyes burn, but you won’t let the tears out, not for him to see, not when it would just prove his point.

You feel Minho’s gaze on you through the mirror again, but you don’t look up, doggedly keeping your own eyes on the window, staying silent for the rest of the ride home.

*******

When Minho parks Chan’s car in the parking garage, you get out without a word and head for the elevator without a backward glance.

You’re sure they both have some choice words for you, but you’re exhausted and cold and upset and you really don’t want to fucking cry in front of either of them, so you step into the elevator and close the doors without waiting.

Neither of them tries to stop you.

You barely make it into your apartment, the tears blurring your vision as you fumble with the key in the lock, and slam the door before you’re collapsing onto the floor, arms going around your knees as your body heaves with silent sobs.

You stuff a fist into your mouth and bite down on your knuckles, hoping the pain will help ground you, help you get a grip, but it only serves as a reminder for the sting in your lip, the ache in your heart.

It magnifies everything.

So you let yourself cry, cry until your eyes are aching and your body is sore and your heart is breaking, and when the sobs have finally died down into shuddering breaths, you roll over onto your back and stare at the ceiling, not really looking at anything.

Fuck.

You reach blindly for your phone, seeing all the missed messages and calls from earlier, but there’s nothing new, and you don’t know why, but that fact sends a sharp stab of pain right to the middle of your chest, leaving you gasping for breath once more.

You hadn’t expected him to check on you, but still, expecting and witnessing are two very different things, and the latter hurts more than you thought it would.

You let your phone clatter to the floor beside you and fix your unseeing eyes on the ceiling once more.

Your body hurts, and your jaw is throbbing, and taking the place now of the hot anger that had fueled you all night is exhaustion-heavy, stifling, numbing exhaustion.

‘I can’t tell you what you want to hear.’

Changbin’s words echo in your head and you screw your eyes shut, trying to make them evaporate.

Tears start to creep from under your eyelids once again.

It had all gone to shit, simply because you couldn’t keep your goddamn mouth shut.

And you were scared. Because you didn’t know how to fix it.

‘I love you.’

It had slipped past your lips unbidden, your voice breathy, barely above a whisper, your hands palm down on his chest to keep yourself steady.

Maybe it wasn’t the right moment-you still straddling his hips, him still buried inside of you, both of you still coming down from the high-but it had escaped before you could stop it, turning into something real and visceral in the air between you, and there was nothing you could do to take it back. Not now.

You found you didn’t regret it.

Changbin stared at you with wide eyes, lips slightly parted, skin still flushed, dark hair swept back from his forehead, still bearing the waves from your fingers, and when he didn’t respond immediately, you felt your face flush, embarrassment curling in your gut.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

You slid off of him-your skin sticking to his, hot, sticky, bare-and avoided his gaze, darting to the bathroom as wetness started to slide down your leg and shame crept across your cheeks.

It was probably only a few minutes, but it felt like years before Changbin appeared in the doorway.

You didn’t look at him, in the reflection or in the present, and continued to wipe yourself off.

There was an awkward moment of silence, and then he stepped to the sink, clearing his throat as he began to wash his hands.

You tried not to look up at him.

“Listen-”

You laughed uncomfortably before he could say anything else, meeting his cautious gaze in the mirror as you tossed the used washcloth into the hamper, hurrying to fix this before it could get worse.

“It’s fine. Don’t say anything. Just forget it.”

Changbin stares at you, clears his throat once more, and nods, before glancing back down to the water running over his hands.

You’re standing up to find your clothes when he speaks again.

“I can’t tell you what you want to hear.”

You freeze, hand on the doorknob, and something inside of you collapses.

“What?” You question, keeping your voice from wavering, though your fingers are trembling on the knob.

He turns and stares at your back, you can feel the heat of his gaze, and then he says carefully, “You know what I mean.”

You breathe in and try not to let it back out.

He sighs, long and hard, and you hear the counter creak as he leans back against the sink.

“Why’d you say it?”

You’re caught off guard by the question, and you turn to face him now, brow furrowing.

“Why wouldn’t I say it?”

He stares you down, gaze hardening, and blows out his breath.

You feel irritation start to replace the embarrassment in your stomach.

“Why didn’t you say it?” You retort, crossing your arms over your chest.

He rubs at the bridge of his nose with his fingers, clearly annoyed now.

“Don’t make this emotional.”

“Excuse me?” You gasp, irritation giving way to the start of anger. “Don’t make this ‘emotional’?”

He sighs again, stepping past you to leave the bathroom.

“You know what I mean.”

You stalk after him.

“Pretty sure I don’t. Why don’t you explain it to me?”

He pulls on his shorts as you stand in the doorway, angrier than you’ve ever been.

He barely gives you a glance.

“Sometimes it’s not that fucking deep, okay, (Y/N)? Sometimes it just is what it is!”

You stare at him like he’s grown a second head.

“Me telling you I love you ‘isn’t that fucking deep’?”

He stares at the ceiling for a moment, seeming to gather his patience, but when he glances at you once more, his eyes are flashing, dangerous, warning.

“Don’t, (Y/N).”

“Don’t what?” You snap, pushing past him to look for your clothes. You find your pants and tug them back on violently. “Oh, right, don’t make this emotional because it’s not that fucking deep and I’m just a stupid girl who said a stupid thing and has stupid feelings that you don’t reciprocate.”

He sighs, long and frustrated.

“(Y/N)-” “Don’t.” You whirl on him so fast you nearly lose your balance. You take in a deep breath and stare him down. “Don’t talk to me like I’m a child you’re disappointed with.”

His gaze grows hooded. “Fine.”

“Fine.” You snap back, pulling your hoodie over your head and searching for your shoes.

You feel him watching you, but you don’t care.

Tugging on your other sneaker, you snatch up your phone and stalk toward the door, throwing it open and heading down the hallway.

You want to get out of here as fast as humanly possible.

Unfortunately, Changbin has other ideas.

He stops you at the door, fingers looping around your wrist, and you glare at him over your shoulder, throwing daggers in his direction.

“Let me go.”

He raises his chin and stares you down. “No.”

You growl and try to shake his fingers off of you.

“Changbin, Let. Me. Go.”

He shakes his head, and you feel the anger rising in your gut.

“Not until we talk about this like adults.”

You scoff and sneer at him, clenching your free hand into a fist behind your back.

“There’s nothing to talk about. You made that incredibly clear.”

His eyes darken and a muscle ticks in his jaw.

“No, I said I couldn’t tell you what you wanted to hear-”

“Oh my god.” You huff out a humorless laugh, starting to feel slightly insane. “Can you please not repeat your obvious rejection over and over? Kinda sucks.”

His gaze hardens. “I’m not-”

“Oh, you’re not?” Your voice is verging on hysterical now, and you can feel yourself shaking, and you know he can too, his fingers still looped around your wrist. “Then what are you doing, Changbin? Hm? Please, enlighten me.”

He stares you down, and you stare right back.

The air is heavy with frost and soot.

Finally, he lets out an annoyed breath between his teeth and releases his hold on your wrist.

“Does it change things? Me saying it back?”

You stare at him in open disbelief, dumbfounded.

“Are you seriously asking me that right now?”

“Of course I am!” He exclaims in angry exasperation, clenching his teeth and hardening his jaw. He growls in frustration and clenches his hands at his sides. “Because I don’t fucking get it, (Y/N), if it does, because why?”

You cannot fucking believe him.

“It changes things because right now, I don’t know where I stand.” You reply, keeping your voice level, though it’s strained, barely shaking.

He stares at you like you’re stupid.

“Where you stand?” He repeats, and you resist the urge to hit him square in the face. “You stand the same place you always have! Why does that have to change?”

You groan long and low in your throat in frustration, and turn toward the door.

“Whatever. This is clearly not working. I’m leaving. Just forget about it.”

Changbin grabs your wrist again and you growl as you whirl back to face him.

“Let go of my fucking wrist, Changbin.”

His eyes are fiery, his lips pressed thin.

When he stares you down, not saying anything, you feel the anger bubble over into something deadly, pooling in your stomach.

“Do you wanna know why it matters?” You hiss out between clenched teeth, clenching your hand into a fist in his hold. You step toward him, but he holds his ground as you go toe to toe.

You pin him with your glare, dropping your voice, low and dangerous.

“It matters, because right now, what we’re doing here?” You motion between the two of you, your chest brushing his as you both breathe-in and out, in and out, in and out. “Could mean absolutely nothing more than an easy lay-not a single fucking thing.”

His lips pull up into the start of a smirk, and it’s not amused.

“And you think if someone tells you what you want to hear, that that changes things?” He leans in close, his breath brushing your lips, and you almost choke on the wave of smoke. “You’re a goddamn fool if you think that changes anything.”

His words fill the angry, cold air between the two of you, growing bigger and bigger by the second, looming large and formidable and unforgivable

The only sound is your heart shattering into a million pieces on the floor at his feet.

You stare at him for another tense moment, and then you spin on your heel, and leave the apartment without a word.

******

When you wake up, you’re still curled on the living room floor, the light streaming in through the blinds hurting your eyes as you slowly unfurl.

Your back hurts, your muscles are stiff, and your lip is throbbing like a fucker.

You risk a tentative brush of your tongue across the aching skin, and hiss through your teeth at the sting, your bottom lip clearly swollen and bruised, still tasting faintly of coppery blood.

You force yourself up from the floor, groaning as your joints slot back into place, and stumble toward the bathroom.

You’re cold and achy and heartbroken and you need to shower.

You can still faintly smell the scent of marsh on your skin from the frat guy, and it makes you want to violently gag into the toilet.

Running the water as hot as it goes, you step into the shower and let the stream scald your skin, washing away any residue left from the night before, including the musky scent still stubbornly clinging to your skin.

The sound of your front door opening has your wolf perking its ears, but you’re not worried, because the only people who know your code are members of the pack, unless, of course, it’s him.

Your stomach tightens at the thought, but when the light footsteps entering the bathroom aren’t immediately accompanied by a wave of smoke, you relax, turning your head into the water and closing your eyes, blindly reaching for your shampoo.

You wait for the mystery person to speak, and after a moment, Hyunjin’s voice floats above the sound of the running water.

You smell the tang of lemon cut through the floral of your shampoo.

“He’s kind of stupid, you know.”

You know who he’s talking about, but you play dumb anyway, staying silent, waiting to see if he goes on.

A long sigh, and then, “But even he’s not stupid enough to ever hurt you on purpose.”

Your fingers freeze in the suds of your hair, and you let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, resuming your movements after a brief moment of stillness.

“He told me what happened.”

You huff out a humorless, sharp laugh, as you lean your head back to rinse the soap from your hair, scrunching your eyes shut tightly, telling yourself it’s to keep the shampoo out, but in reality, it’s to hold back the new burn of tears threatening.

“Shocking.”

He’d probably told the whole pack by now, so they could all laugh at your stupidity together.

You see Hyunjin hoist himself up onto the counter by the sink through the foggy glass of the shower door, and you turn to shut off the shower, immediately shivering as the hot water stops rolling over your skin.

Hyunjin waits in silence as you slide open the door and step out, wrapping a towel around yourself, your skin prickling in violent goosebumps.

You don’t look at him as you towel off your dripping hair, but you feel his gaze on you regardless.

Finally, he says gently, “He has a rule you know.”

You flick your gaze up to him, unsure of what he’s talking about, and not certain if you actually care.

He sighs and pushes long back hair from his face with an agitated movement of his hand.

“To not say it back.”

It takes a moment for your brain to catch up with the omega’s words, and he’s still staring at you, waiting for you to get it, and suddenly, you realize what he’s telling you.

You glance at him sharply, voice sharper than you intended. “Why?”

Hyunjin smiles sadly, kicking his legs against the cabinets as you fling the towel you used on your hair into the laundry hamper.

“Because what happens when you tell people that kind of personal shit?”

You huff a breath, halfway to a scoff, and roll your eyes, anger bubbling just below the surface of your skin once more.

You slam a drawer open to find your face cream, and stare doggedly ahead in the mirror.

“Oh, I dunno, maybe, relationships advance? Grow deeper? Novel idea, but maybe being open and vulnerable is a good thing when you care about someone?”

Your words are staccato, acidic on your tongue, but Hyunjin doesn’t seem phased, staring at you until you return his serious gaze.

“Let me rephrase the question.” He arches a dark brow, lips pulled into a thin line. “What happens when an alpha specifically shares something like that?”

You stare at him, the anger making it hard to focus on what he’s asking you.

Hyunjin heaves a sigh-he seems to be doing a lot of that-and points at you sternly. “You’re doing it right now, actually. Just in the opposite sense.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

You don’t mean to get sharp with him, but your head hurts and your jaw is starting to sting again, and you really wanna do nothing but lay down in your bed and never get back up.

“It smells like a goddamn floral shop in here.” Hyunjin bites right back, his eyes flashing, and then he takes in a deep breath through his nose and closes his eyes for a brief moment, and when he reopens them, his composure has returned. “Don’t you get it?”

You stare at him, feeling stupid and altogether too worked up for this conversation.

“Pheromones.” He spells it out slowly, holding your gaze, his pupils large and dark. “You put out pheromones depending on the emotion you’re feeling strongly in the moment-good or bad-and those emotion driven pheromones have an incredible effect on the people close to you-again, good or bad.”

It’s starting to click into place in your brain, and your anger is swirling away down the drain with every completed piece of the puzzle.

Hyunjin must notice the recognition in your eyes, because he hops down from the counter and comes to stand in front of you, reaching up to wipe a stray droplet of water from the arch of your cheekbone.

His gaze softens, and his lips turn up into the start of a sardonic smile.

“He has a rule-to never say it back-because he never, ever wants anyone to feel like they owe him anything, just because of his secondary gender.”

His tiny smile turns sad, and you feel your stomach hollow out at his next words.

“Changbin is so insanely terrified of being a stereotypical asshole alpha-someone who just takes whatever they want and damn the consequences-that he never even lets himself consider having what he deserves.”

It all makes sense.

You feel like a grade A asshole.

Hyunjin lifts your chin with his finger and gives you a soft smile, one that reaches his eyes.

“Maybe he didn’t say it back, but he’s been showing you, all along, every step of the way.”

You feel all the breath leave your lungs in one fell swoop.

He’s right.

Changbin had never once made you feel bad about helping Hyunjin through his heat without him, even though you knew, without a measure of a doubt, that he cared for the omega.

Changbin had worried about you every time there was a thunderstorm, had let you sleep in his bed, held you until you stopped shaking.

Changbin always arrived first to the campus cafe, and when you’d inevitably show up several moments later, he’d always already ordered you an iced americano, sliding it across the table silently and waving away your thanks.

Changbin had called you five times last night, trying to make sure you were safe, that you weren’t hurt, that you weren’t being stupid.

Changbin, Changbin, Changbin.

It didn’t matter that he didn’t say it. He loved you.

A tear drops down your cheek unbidden, and Hyunjin swipes it away without a word.

You sniff and rub at your nose.

“God, I’m so stupid.”

Hyunjin smiles ruefully and knocks you playfully under the chin.

“Yeah. But so is he. So I guess you’re even.”

******

You let yourself into Changbin’s apartment via keycode and make your way silently down the hall to the open door of his bedroom.

You glance inside, and he’s lying on his back on his bed, reading one of Jisung’s mangas, held above his head as he idly flips the pages.

He glances up as you enter the room, but keeps silent, as you sit down beside the bed and tuck your knees into your chest, wrapping your arms around yourself.

You both sit in the silence for several long moments, and then you glance up at him, instantly noting the dark bruising painted across the knuckles of his right hand, the torn, angry looking flesh mottling various shades of black and blue and dark purple.

“What happened to your hand?” You ask in a quiet voice, biting your lip, and Changbin barely flicks his gaze up from his reading to glance first to you, and then to the hand in question.

He shrugs half heartedly and turns back to the comic.

“Just some stupid frat boys.”

You bite back the hint of a smile, and stare at the carpet beneath your feet, trying to ignore the warmth starting to curl deep within your belly.

There are another few moments of quiet, and then Changbin surprises you by letting the manga drop to the bed, the noise startling you, as you glance at him once more from the corner of your eye and see his chest heave in and out with a long sigh.

He reaches up to rake a hand through his hair. “Look, I know I should apologize-”

You cut him off, turning to face the bed as you wave a hand in his direction.

“You don’t need to apologize.”

He sighs again, and when he speaks once more, his voice is curt, clipped, as if he’s irritated.

“Yes, I fucking do.”

You push up to your knees and lean over the side of the bed on your elbows, staring down at him, his eyes widening slightly as you both come face to face.

You stare him down seriously, holding his gaze, not letting him look away.

“No, I’m serious.” You breathe out, long and steady, and offer him the hint of a small smile. “You don’t need to apologize.”

He stares at you, brow furrowed in confusion, eyes dark and guarded.

You huff a laugh and reach out to smooth the crease between his eyes. “Don’t look so worried. I’m not gonna hold this against you forever.”

His expression grows slightly pained at your words, and his voice is a bitter murmur when he says, “You should.”

You shake your head. “You were right though. You don’t have to say it. It doesn’t change anything.”

He himself up onto one elbow, and you hurry before you can lose your nerve.

“Look.” You wring your hands together, staring down at the comforter beneath them, avoiding his gaze now. “I get it. Why you have a rule about not saying it back.”

Changbin shifts and then growls out, “Dammit, Hyunjin. I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

You laugh and look up once more, and his lips are curved into the hint of a tiny smile now.

“No, it makes sense. And while I totally get it, I do, I also don’t think you should worry about forcing me into doing anything or saying something against my will just because of some stupid pheromones.”

You take in a deep quivering breath, and look him straight in the eye.

“Because I’m already pretty hopelessly fucking in love with you as it is, and I don’t think any amount of biology is gonna change that.”

You swallow hard as he continues to stare at you in silence, and then he laughs, he laughs.

“So you meant it then.”

You shoot him a half hearted glare and cross your arms over your chest.

“Of course I fucking meant it! Why do you think I got so pissed off when I thought you were rejecting me?”

Changbin smiles ruefully. “But I told you I wasn’t.”

“Yeah, okay!” You throw your hands up in exasperation. “I get that now, but I was a little too devastated to consider it in the moment!”

Changbin chuckles again and tugs you to him. You let out a little yelp of surprise as you topple onto the bed, nose going into the side of his throat.

He’s warm, and he smells like smoke, and the embers of a waning campfire.

Comforting.

He puts his hands on either side of your face and tugs you back just enough to meet your gaze as he arches a dark brow and looks down at you with open, affectionate amusement.

When he speaks, his voice is sincere, warm, and it sends your bones to jelly and your heart thudding against the walls of your chest.

“I’m sorry that I made you think any of that. I’m sorry that I hurt you by being a stupid asshole. I’m sorry that you ever thought I didn’t feel the same exact way about you that you feel about me.” His lips curve up into the start of a smirk. “And I’m also sorry that you didn’t get to watch me kick those frat boys’ asses to hell and back, but I’m not sorry I did it.”

You laugh, slightly wobbly and watery, and swipe at your eyes with the back of your hand.

“I’m also sorry I didn’t get to see that.”

Changbin chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest, and he leans over to brush his nose against your forehead. You close your eyes, breathing him in for a moment, fingers clenching the material of the front of his hoodie.

“Also. I had a rule. But I think it’s about time I start living a little less by the rulebook, and a little bit more by the trust you all seem to have in me, however misguided.”

You open your eyes, and are met by the swirling gold of his own.

His lips curve into the start of a smile, and his voice is barely above a breath, warm as it washes across your skin.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say it back.” His brow arches up in question, lips parting. “But I can say it now, if you want?”

You shake your head slightly with a disbelieving little laugh.

“It’s not gonna change anything important.”

Changbin slips a finger beneath your chin and raises your gaze to his own. You can feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears as he lets his thumb gently trace over the divot in your lips, the tender, healing bruise along your jaw.

“I know.” His eyes flick back up to your own. “But what if I want to?”

You let out the breath you’ve been holding.

“Okay.”

He leans into your space, his lips brushing your cheekbone when he speaks, and the the low, warm tone of his voice has your body instantly zipping with giddy electricity.

“I love you too.”

You glance at him sidelong, heart thudding against your ribs, and catching your breath, ask teasingly, “My alpha pheromones didn’t make you say that, did they?”

He growls playfully and nuzzles his nose into your throat, tickling you, holding you tight as you giggle and try to weakly wriggle away.

“No fucking pheromones were used.” He says softly, voice filled with relief, and you feel him grin against your skin.

“No pheromones were used.” You repeat back quietly, cheeks sore from smiling, almost drunk with happiness, before you lean over to fit your lips to his and kiss him like you should’ve the first time.

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Cardinal (Series Preview)

Series Summary: If there was one thing God could say he’s ever regretted creating he’d explain there were 8. The 8 Evil Thoughts. Vainglory, Avarice, Gluttony, Wrath, Lust, Pride, Envy, and Sloth are currently spending their exile living it up in the mortal world; spreading their sins into Gods most beloved creations so with determination in his heart he sends for the only things that can stop them….Their Virtues The Humility twins, Generosity, Temperance, Love, Chastity, Kindness, and Perseverance. Join them on a journey through morality, obsession, and temptation in Cardinal….

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Demon Au!

TW: YANDERE, Demon AU!, Cardinal Sins, Themes of Catholicism, mentions of religion, mentions of God, Blastphemy, smut, use of demonic powers, non-con (in some parts), more to be added as each part is posted.

A/N: So I’m officially off Hiatus 👋 so HIYA but I’ve been inspired for this for a while and I have been obsessed with the seven deadly sins since my theology class in high school and just now thought to write something about them but I’m super excited about this and I hope you guys will be too. Also anyone that has requested something your requests will be posted before this series and before one more time chapter 2 so keep an eye out cause I’m probably going to start posting those this week or next week anyway hope you enjoy the preview.

Bang Chan: coming soon

Vainglory; the sin or vice of one who immoderately desires renown, prestige, or the praise and respect of others. The desire of these things is not necessarily sinful but becomes so when it is immoderate and disordered.

Virtue: Humility

Summary: Belial, now reborn as Bang Chan as punishment for his most cardinal sin is happy with his prosperity as the CEO of Stay corporation. His employees worship the ground he walks on; his word holds more weight than almost anyone in all of South Korea, that is until a familiar foe threatens to take everything he’s built away. Now, Chan must face his largest feat yet…corrupting his virtue, Humility.

Minho: coming soon…

Avarice; an insatiable desire to gain and hoard wealth. It's similar to greed but goes even further, encompassing such things as selfishness, entitlement, materialism, consumerism, and hoarding.

Virtue: Generosity

Summary: Mammon, now cast away living his life disguised as mortal Lee Minho enjoys his days as the COO of Stay Corporation. From his many houses to the collections of automobiles he adores his cardinal sin. He indulges in his wealth, power and fornication as he so pleases bringing chaos to rain free wherever he so chooses until he’s faced with whom he only thought a myth…his virtue, Generosity.

Changbin: coming soon…

Gluttony; the over-indulgence or lack of self-restraint in food, drink, or wealth items, especially as status tokens.

Virtue: Temperance

Summary: Beelzebub, spends his days as Seo Changbin a world-renowned chef, wandering the cityscape bouncing from each flamboyant club to elegant restaurant he sets his sights on. He’d spend those days if it weren’t for the thorn in his side his virtue Temperance, a feisty archangel with a knack for ruining his fun he makes it his mission to corrupt the virtue and be the first of the sins to create a fallen angel.

Hyunjin: coming soon…

wrath; the inordinate and uncontrolled feeling of hatred and anger

Virtue: love or charity

Summary: Satan, now trapped in his mortal form Hwang Hyunjin by God due to his cardinal sins is forced to spend his eternity with his virtue, Love at his hip in every waking moment. He finds her mysterious call to his mind and heart infuriating as it drives him wild with wrath and infatuation. When he loses his ability to sense her presence everything is flipped into a world of Chaos, disparity and Wrath in which he did not cause. So, with a blood oath he sets out to locate his other half and destroy those that stolen her away from him.

Jisung: Coming soon…

Lust; defined as immoral because its object or action of affection is improperly ordered according to natural law or the appetite for the particular object (eg sexual desire) is governing the person's will and intellect rather than the will and intellect governing the appetite for that object.

Virtue: chastity

Summary: Asmodeus, now Han Jisung, a Has corrupted the strongest willed priests and popes in history. His love for his cardinal sin has him sharing the euphoria with almost every mortal he meets, that is until he comes face to face with his virtue, Chastity; the embodiment of everything he couldn’t have cast away by his own hands at the turn of the century. Her influence reaching a select few in his favorite personal hell. Vowing to show the object of his affection the true lengths Lust and absolute pleasure can take you; he embarks on a journey of fornication, heartbreak and persuasion.

Felix: coming soon…

pride; excessive belief in one's own abilities, that interferes with the individual's recognition of the grace of God.

Virtue: humility

Summary: Lucifer, hates his exile as Lee Felix under the demon Belial. He was far more intelligent than his current supervisor, he loathed his deity and their fear of anyone having a mind. He spent his days in a bore, missing his time in heaven he spends his days with visions of the precious virtue, Humility. He admonishes those that blindly follow their predestination, he detests his creator for condemning him to walk amongst these…. creatures that is until his twin brother presents him with a deal find and seal his beloved's fate…...corrupt her and get back into heaven.

Seungmin: coming soon….

Envy; sin of jealousy over the blessings and achievements of others

Virtue: kindness

Summary: Leviathan, lives his life as Kim Seungmin resenting his fellow keepers of the sins. They’re virtuous extravagant lifestyles to their most wildest dreams being fulfilled. While he had to stand there and watch, watch as the pesky humans around him found their way, watch as his brethren became successful in both hell and the mortal world. The Demon kings names bringing an icy chill up their spines at the power and influence they possess; if a demon king sets his sights on you, your soul becomes tainted with their sin until it eats the being alive and sends your soul straight to hell. He hates as his sin is the one full of disgust and had such a bad wrap, envy is what built civilization itself yet they worship Belial and the wretched deity that cursed himself, that is until he is greeted with something he’d never experienced before his virtue….Kindness

Jeongin: coming soon…

Sloth: a spiritual or emotional apathy, neglecting what God has spoken, and being physically and emotionally inactive. It can also be either an outright refusal or merely a carelessness in the performance of one's obligations, especially spiritual, moral or legal obligations.

Virtue: perseverance

Summary: Belphegor, enjoys his days as Yang Jeongin, the laid back neglectful floor manager of Stay Corporation. If you were to ask any of the mortal employees under his leadership they would say he was always at work but he was rarely ever working. His reputation was a positive one despite his hidden identity, he enjoyed watching as his floor scrambled to get report’s together for meetings he’d never mentioned until the day before. He adored sprinkling small bits of his sin around the office and watching as the floor became bored, underachieving and understandably tired. The only thing he would say he’d enjoy a change with is one particular little itty bitty thorn in his side; the one thing that he cannot stand more than actual work that sat right outside his office. His virtue….Perseverance.

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Tiger Inside Chapter Twenty-Four

Stray Kids Mafia (ongoing)

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WC: 3.5k

Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Genre: Series, Enemies to lovers, non-idol AU, Mafia AU

Synopsis: After years spent away from the family, two strangers start frequenting your place of work, only to bring daunting news. Flung back into the world of the mafia, you try to adapt to your new normal and work alongside a team of eight skilled members to uncover a mystery and take down an unknown enemy.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, drinking, swearing, violence, weapons

Disclaimer: Any portrayal of Stray Kids or any other idols in this story is purely fiction and do not at all reflect their own personalities or how I view them as a person, it is purely for the sake of the story.

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Multiple drained green bottles littered the coffee table, hazy laughter echoing through the room at the crack of a drunken joke. Minho and Seongho’s words failed to pass through my ears as I found myself zoning out at the wall, the alcohol starting to give a fuzz to my surroundings as I held myself steady. I pulled myself from the cushions, letting my feet pull me to the kitchen in search of a glass of water.

“No, really though,” Seongho’s voice carried with slight laughter. “She- She may act like she’s tough but she’s actually a big ole softy who just wants to be held when she’s upset.” His words blurred together, his tongue slurring as they left his mouth.

“Ya!” I smacked his arm as I plopped back down onto the couch, glass of water in hand. “No talking about me the moment I leave the room!”

“I’m just speaking the truth! Remember that stuffed bear I got you? And how distraught you were when you lost it?”

“Seongho, shut up.” In that moment I was praying for the ability to have my eyes drill into the side of his head, the little vocal filter he had even while sober clearly having been thrown out the window.

“Aw, that’s so sweet.” I could tell Minho’s words were laced with a tease, clearly feeding off of Seongho’s drunken ramblings.

“Hey, you shut it too.” My head quickly shot to Minho, finger raised in a silent threat. How is he still this coherent? Besides the flush clearly showing on his cheeks, I would have never guessed he was even drinking with us.

“What? You embarrassed?” Seongho pushed a pouted lip as he looked my way, the mock in his tone dripping with every word. “Too embarrassed to admit you prefer hugging onto something while you sleep?”

“If you don’t shut your mouth right now I’ll do it for you, I swear to god.” I threw a pillow in his direction, Seongho’s delayed response time causing it to hit him directly in the face.

My ears burned, cheeks changing hues as all the blood in my body rushed to my face. I much rather preferred earlier when it didn’t feel like the two of them were teaming up against me in their teases.

“Okayyyyy, fine.” Seongho settled the pillow at his side, both of our eyes promptly pulled towards the light up of his phone placed face up on the table, a new message notification flashing across the screen. He quickly grabbed it and held it close as he opened the message, a subtle blush growing across his cheeks.

“Spill it. Who is it?” Seongho bit the inside of his cheek as he suppressed a smile, slipping the phone into his pocket after typing out a response.

“I haven’t told you about him yet.” I quickly pulled my feet up under me, slightly leaning forward with curiosity and gripping a pillow into my lap.

“Okay? well you better tell me about him now!”

“Him? Oh are you…? I thought you two might’ve-” Minho’s eyes studied between the two of us in confusion, brows creasing as he blinked it away.

Seongho and I went silent for a moment as we both turned towards Minho as his sentence trailed off, before turning back to each other with laughter.

“Oh no, we tried that one time, let’s just say it didn’t really work out how we would’ve thought.” I waved him off as I tried to control my laughter, flashes of a memory of a drunken night in bed together flipping through my mind.

“I was mistaken, okay?" Seongho lightly shoved me to the side, cheeks blushing in embarrassment.

“It’s okay, now you just know what team you play for.” I gave a nonchalant shrug, bringing my glass up to my lips before quickly realizing the derailment of the conversation. “Okay okay okay, but put that aside, who is he!?” My hand waved away the changing topic, attempting to keep Seongho focused.

“Alriiiiight!” Seongho held his hands in front of me, trying to shush me before continuing. “His name is Hyunmin, he started frequenting the lounge a little while ago and we just clicked. He just texted saying he was sad he missed me since I slipped out of work early to come here.”

“Oh my god, and you didn’t think to tell me this!? Com’on, I wanna know all about him, spill it.” Seongho delved into the story of a young man who arrived one night, sitting at the end of the bar and striking up a conversation with him, freshly out of a breakup and searching for distraction in a glass of alcohol. He was a surprisingly chipper one, quickly finding new comfort in Seongho’s company instead of whoever had just broken the poor boy’s heart.

From there he quickly joined the list of regulars, their interactions being the highlight of each other’s days. Seongho beamed with pride as he explained the night he finally had the courage to slide Hyunmin his number, and him gladly accepting it, the two of them becoming inseparable from then on.

“I seriously can’t believe you’ve waited all this time to tell me that you’re seeing someone.” I swapped my glass for my bottle on the table, falling back into the cushions with the back of my hand over my forehead, feigning dramatic offense.

“Okay, you have no room to talk about holding secrets.” Seongho raised his brows as he stared me down, myself just trying to hide my face behind the neck of my bottle.

“You’re not going to let me live this down? Are you?”

“Not in the slightest.” He grinned as he relaxed with another sip, before running off into his next topic.

I watched the two boys as they engaged in a conversation, primarily dominated by Seongho. They finally seemed at ease in each other’s company, soft grins on both of their faces as they discussed the most random of pointless topics.

Noticing my absence from the conversation, Seongho targeted me, a finger waving in the air as he pointed towards me.

“You don’t…” He hesitated for a moment, blinking as he finally let himself catch a breath. “...you don’t even know what’s been going on at work!” He had started informing me of everything that had happened at Blossom since my exit, and all of the updates I had missed with our regulars;

One now wears a ring,

One lost his job,

And one welcomed a new child into the family.

His stories may be difficult to decipher as the words became one incoherent mess, but I thankfully had become fluent enough in drunk Seongho speech to translate.

I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness, but also surprise, at the fact I was missing my days at Blossom. The lounge had been such a primary aspect of my life for so long. Mundane, yes, but also some of the most entertaining moments I had the pleasure to experience in Gangnam, and it had brought me and my closest friend together.

I sunk back into the cushions, letting my head fall back with closed eyes, hoping the world may decide to stop spinning for just two seconds. I was blissfully able to keep their conversations as ambient white noise for a bit, but Seongho somehow segueing the topic to frogs finally had me raising my head in confused entertainment. I almost decided to interject, but thinking it was best to opt silent, just seeing where he’d have the ability to take this.

Seongho fell back into the couch as he spoke, Minho watching him with humor as he examined his drunken state. Seongho’s head lolled to the side, sentence trailing off as he met Minho’s gaze, Minho staring back confused at his abrupt halt on his spewing of words.

“Howww have you not fucked him with eyes like that?”

Minho’s cocky smirk quickly stretched across his face as he gave a soft shrug, staring back at Seongho with sharp eyes.

“I don’t know baby, why don’t you stare a little longer and see if you can resist me too.” My airways are filled with beer as I choked on my drink, sitting up abruptly with my hand immediately clapping over my mouth as I struggled for breath.

Seongho’s mouth hung open in shock, a grin shining through his cheeks, before his head slowly rolled back to me.

“You better be getting on that, like now, or I’ll beat you to it.”

“Oh my god, can both of you please behave yourselves!?" I tried to hide my blushing face in my hands, the heat rising to my cheeks far too fast. "I think I preferred you two fighting, dear god." I mumbled.

"What? You frustrated that he's saying the words you've been too scared to, dear?" Sure enough, Minho's cocky nature wasted no time quickly returning, my eyes growing wide in shock as his head tilted with a smirk.

"Seeeeee? There we go!" Seongho grinned like a damn idiot, clearly proud of himself.

"Stop instigating!" I shoved him to the side, causing him to slightly topple over, supporting his weight on his elbow as he couldn't control his laughter. "You little shit."

If I was to be completely honest, the night had been progressing much smoother than I would have initially expected. Minho seemed to be on his best behavior, except for his cocky comments that slipped into the conversation so effortlessly, and Seongho just had to show his happy, carefree side in order to avoid conflict.

If you had observed Seongho and him now, you would have never guessed about their rocky start. They piggy-backed off each other flawlessly, like they had been friends for years.

Time felt like it had slipped through our fingers, the three of us failing to ever check a clock for awareness of just how much time we had wasted. A heated game of uno having to be cut short in fear of noise complaints, arguments and debates about the most trivial of subjects, and apparently the recurring circling back to frogs?

I was now standing before the two of them, drink in hand, as Seongho so calmly tried to assure me he was a completely reasonable drunk to deal with.

“I’m sorry?” I leaned forward, bewildered. “I’ve got to babysit you every time we walk home. You still have a traffic cone in your living room because I turned my back for two seconds.”

“Listen listen listen.” His eyes closed, head lolling to the side as he slowly waved his hands through the air “Potato potato.” My eyes squinted as I slowly tilted my head to the side, my bottle frozen in time in front of my lips before taking a drink.

“You realize you’re supposed to pronounce it both ways, right? Not just say potato twice…” My mouth hung open as I stared at a lost Seongho, and I swore I could see sparks behind his eyes as his final two brain cells rubbed together to try and form a coherent thought. “And even then, the statement isn’t even relevant to what I was saying?”

Minho snickered beside us, mouth pressed into a firm line as he tried to hold back his laughter. I rubbed my fingers into my eyes with sigh, the arrival of dumbass drunk Seongho clearly making his appearance.

“But you got my point! D-Did you not?” His arms spread out to the side, accompanying his slurred words, as he tried to find his validation.

“Seongho… Buddy…I’m cutting you off.” My face dropped painfully as I stared at him, genuine worry for his well-being starting to creep up on me as I reached forward and pulled his bottle from his hands. Out of the corner of my eye, I can barely make out Minho, eyes glued on me and not breaking. I turned toward him with a glare, the weight of his eyes staring to drop onto me. “Can you stop staring please?”

Minho’s smirk grew once more, and the mighty desire to slap it off his face growing alongside it. His head slowly tilted, a mischievous look in his eyes.

“What? Does it make you nervous when I stare?” The question itself could be innocent, but the intent behind his eyes presented it as anything but.

"Ya know, has anyone told you that you're an insufferable flirt when you're drunk?" I bent over with a huff, setting Seongho’s drink onto the coffee table, as I rose with hands on hips to be met with Minho standing slowly closing the space between us, that goddamn smirk still plastered across his face.

"I think you just want me to be the bad guy to distract yourself from how bad you want me."

I told myself to look away, to break our sharp stare as the heat began rising into my cheeks, and I couldn’t even pinpoint if the fuzziness in my brain was being caused by the alcohol in my system for Minho. His lips slightly parted with a chuckle, the edge of his mouth never dropping out of that fucking smirk. His damn hair falling so effortlessly in front of his face.

His eyes darkened as they studied my face, surely my skin was morphing into a multitude of shades of red, breath caught in my throat as I tried to search for a response.

"Has anyone told you that you fluster a bit too easily?" His head tilted slightly, absorbing the entertainment he was enjoying at my expense.

"The sexual tension in this room is physically suffocating." Seongho grabbed his bottle off the table and leaned back into the couch, one arm draped over the back as the other poured his drink into his mouth, observing the scene unfold before him. I had briefly forgotten he was even in the room, the walls feeling like they were closing in on me just as Minho was.

"Ew." My head snapped towards Seongho, my flushed cheeks fading as my face morphed into one of disgust. Meanwhile Minho's eyes didn't leave me for a moment, continuing to stare me down.

"Then read the room and leave." Mihno’s words may have been pointed at Seongho, but they floated through the air straight to me, his gaze refusing to break.

"Okay ew, the sequel." My hands pressed into Minho's chest as I shoved him away from me. "No. Go away."

"Whatever you say, dear." My mouth sat agape as my eyes studied different aspects of Minho’s face, the smirk stretching across his cheeks, meanwhile my brain short circuiting at the man in front of me. His head slowly tilted, brows raised, as he waited for a response. His eyes slowly scanned down my figure before meeting mine again, tongue running along the inside of his cheek with a snicker. With a scoff I pushed by him, my feet struggling to take me away as fast as possible without going into a full blown sprint.

Tucking myself into the confines of the kitchen, I dipped my head into the fridge with the hopes of a drink, but also the possibility that the cold might knock me back into my senses. I let myself delay getting up, forcing deep breathes through the crisp air, before finally standing with a can in hand.

“Well Seongho seems to be enjoying himself.”

“Jesus fucking christ Minho.” My hand clutched to my chest with a jump as the newly dissipated adrenaline rushed right back into my body, my other arm supporting me as I leaned into the counter. “How is it that you make no sound when you move?”

“I guess you could say it comes with the job.” His mask faded slightly for just a moment as he stared down to the bottle in his hand, before snapping himself out of it, that smirk spreading back across his face as he tilted the bottle in my direction before taking a swig. “You should honestly get better at that, I still hear you fumbling around the house in the middle of the night.”

My lips pursed as I stared him down with narrow eyes, the familiar Minho returning before me.

“What?” His smile morphed into lost confusion at my glare, dropping the bottle from his lips. “Did I play along too well?”

My expression quickly flattened, still not saying a word as I pulled myself up onto the counter and rested my elbows on my knees.

“You call that playing along?”

“Well… yeah. I thought that things needed to go better tonight so I was gonna make sure he enjoyed himself and so I just ran with it and I figured he probably shouldn’t hate me if we’re gonna have to work with him and-”

“Minho.” His mashed up ramblings stopped as his eyes met mine, gaze in a lost stare as his lips slightly parted, frozen in place. “You’re fine, it’s fine. Just damn, really caught me off guard there.” I leaned back into the upper cabinets, crossing one leg over the other as I stared into the blurry distance, trying to blink to focus my vision.

“Oh really?” He slowly stepped closer, that fucking smug smile returning in a flash. “Are you saying you didn’t like it then?”

“Oh nope nope nope.” I placed my hand on his chest and he closed the distance between us, promptly pulling myself off the counter and pushing him away from me. “Nope nope. We’re not doing this again. It’s bedtime.” He chuckled as I left him behind in the kitchen, stopping the moment I entered the living room, witnessing Seongho out cold on the couch. I knelt before him, trying to nudge him awake.

“Hey Seongho, wake up. You’re sleeping in my bed so Minho can keep his couch.” His eyes stayed glued shut, a groan leaving his lips as he rolled over and faced away from me. “You little shit… Seongho!” I nudged him a bit harder, still to no avail. I stood, hands on my hips with a groan. “How the fuck did you even fall asleep so fast?”

“It’s really no problem, I can just sleep on the floor.” Minho spoke up behind me as he made his way into the room, leaning against the side of the couch.

“Hell no! I’m not letting someone who’s a guest in my home sleep on the floor.”

“Okay? And I’m not letting you sleep on the floor in your own home? Especially with an injured shoulder.”

“Just go get in the bed, Minho, please.” My shoulders dropped in exhaustion, not wanting to be having this debate when I would much rather be knocked out like Seongho.

“The only way I’m sleeping in that bed is if you are too.” I froze, blinking at him as I struggled to comprehend the words that just came out of him, he simply returned a nonchalant shrug. “Those are my terms.”

I looked down to my feet before squeezing my eyes shut, rubbing the tips of my fingers into their sockets with a groan.

“Fine, fine.” I looked up to him with the shoo of the hand. “Go, I’ll turn everything off and be there in a moment.”

“So help me god if I find you sleeping on the floor-”

“I’m not trying to trick you Minho, just go get in the damn bed.” With a sharp stare he grabbed his bag, before turning down the hall to my room. My eyes fell back on Seongho peacefully sleeping on the couch like a rock, “I hate you for this.”

With the apartment fully darkened, and the doors locks double checked, I hesitated before pushing my bedroom door open. This shouldn’t be freaking me out, why is this freaking me out?

As I stepped in, the room was softly lit by my bedside light, Minho propped against the headboard having quickly changed back into his sweats and t-shirt, finger scrolling away on his phone.

“Well thank you for listening for once.” He didn’t even look up from his phone, unaware of the glare he received before I crossed to my dresser, pulling out shorts and a t-shirt.

I quickly retreated from the room in silence, shuffling into the bathroom to change. As I came back, Minho placed his phone upon the nightstand, starting to settle himself into the bed.

After hesitation, I slipped under the covers, pulling the blanket up to my chin as I rolled onto my side and away from Minho, silent as I settled myself into position.

With a soft chuckle the light flicked off, Minho shuffling into the sheets behind me within the darkness.

“Don’t be taking this as a victory.” I grumbled, trying to find a comfortable position that left plenty of room between the two of us, his soft snicker quite evident in the silence.

“Whatever, it’s a victory in my book.”

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What You Deserve: Part 1

This is part 1 of a three part series, please be sure to start from part one!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Pairing: Lee Minho/Lee Know x Fem Reader

Themes: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: All parts are ~67k | AO3

Warnings: Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, mentions of non-con, PTSD, Anxiety, Alcohol, Cussing, Come Eating, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Vaginal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Loss of Virginity, Child Abuse, Child Neglect, References to Drugs, Drug Dealing, Alternate Universe - College/University, Eating Disorders, Childhood Trauma, Vaginal Sex, Protected Sex, Unprotected Sex

Summary: After unfortunate circumstances, you pack up and move to Korea with your best friend Bang Chan to attend college. After falling into Chan's group of friends he had established, you find yourself getting a little too close to the mild tempered and snarky Lee Minho.

Author's Note: I am probably spoiling the whole story with the warnings, but I like to be safe. I originally was only on AO3, but I wanted to link platforms with Tumblr and Twitter too. Hope you enjoy!

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Part One: Moving On

None of them had ever treated you any differently than the rest of the group. Even though you’re a girl, to them, you were always considered ‘one of the guys’ and you were grateful that being the only girl among a group of 8 boys never made things stupidly awkward. Picture fucking perfect, really. Although, this was mostly thanks to Bang Chan, your best friend and self proclaimed little brother.

You had met Chan in primary school and grew up with him all the way to Newtown High School of the Performing Arts way back when he still lived in Australia. You two were extremely close, you were even considered as a sister to him within his family with how much time you spent hanging out with him. Everyone always called him Christopher or Chris, but with as much time you spent around his family, you got accustomed to calling him Chan. After all, you were closer to his family than you ever were to your own due to your hapless home situation. If you had one choice in life, it would be to jet the hell straight out to anywhere but there, but reality isn’t that kind.

Your mom and dad fought round the clock, no matter what time or day, you couldn’t remember a day where they hadn’t fought. It didn’t help that they were constantly shooting cocaine and getting blackout drunk any chance they got, making it virtually impossible for them to hold a job. This kept them in constant poverty and living in a shitty one bedroom apartment, making you have to crash on the couch or Chan's place. All the money they made from dealing was used to either buy even more drugs and alcohol or to gamble. You consider yourself lucky that you didn’t have any siblings that would have to subject themselves to that shit lifestyle.

They used you mostly to transfer drugs and collect money, subjecting you to the most seedy situations that a teenager should never have to deal with. You had to learn major self defense tactics in case things had gone awry, which happened to be often. You didn’t have a choice though. It was mostly your father that had threatened to subject you to unspeakable scenarios - that you’d rather not think of - if you didn’t cooperate.

Chan never once judged you, even when he first found out, even when you confided in him, even when you begged for him not to tell anyone, he was always there for you. Whether you were kicked out of the house for a day or your dad had beat you again, he was always there to help you get through it. He definitely worried about you though, especially when he saw that you had to skip out on school lunch again due to lack of money or he discovered you had even more bruises. He didn’t realize that you had caught him staring at your protruding ribs on the days you went swimming at his house.

His family was fairly wealthy. Actually, disgustingly wealthy. How someone so popular and loaded chose you to be his best friend would forever be an unknown mystery. But you always refused his help when he offered, you hated feeling like you owed anyone anything despite his insistence that you didn’t have to pay back. You were raised to believe there is no such thing as free help.

The only time you had involuntarily accepted his help was when you had passed out in class from lack of energy. He had dragged your tiny, malnourished ass to the nurse and bought you more food than you had eaten in days. He chewed you out for weeks for letting yourself get to that state.

He really was too good for this world. He was the only beacon of light in your life.

However, your entire sense of happiness was demolished when he had decided to go up to Korea for college to grow in music production. He wanted to stay because he knew you weren’t safe, but - even though it tore you to pieces - you insisted he follow his dreams.

You were studying dance at the time, however you had given up hope for any chance of going to college due to lack of funds. You were a year older than Chan, so once you graduated, you at least still got to hold on to your best friend for a moment longer before he moved. Even if that year was filled with you working three jobs only to pay for ‘your share of the living expenses’ to your parents and to save up enough money to get the hell out of there.

The farewell with Chan was the hardest thing you had done up to that point. Harder than being beaten to a pulp by your dad. Harder than being told by your parents that you should go kill yourself. Even harder than not eating for three days.

You talked and video chatted almost every day, but that still didn’t fill the ache of missing him. Before he left you rarely cried, numb to your whole fucked up situation. But after, you had cried yourself to sleep almost every night, trying to escape the nightmare that had made its home in your life. This continued for four whole years. On the nights you were kicked out of the house again, Chan's family would still welcome you with open arms. Most friends would have drifted apart and lost connection, but not you and Chan, nor his parents. You were family.

One night, when everyone was asleep, your dad had walked into the living room and woke you up from the couch. To say you were surprised to see him pointing a gun at you would be quite the fucking understatement. He smelt like piss and enough alcohol to make him at least 80 proof.

“If you make a single fucking noise, I will shoot that worthless, ugly cumdump of a mouth of yours.”

You were frozen from his words, and in your half-asleep daze, you were extremely muddled. That was until he made his intentions painfully clear when he straddled you and took the hand that wasn’t holding the gun and started to desperately pull off your sleep shorts. Your skin turned to ice and your gut felt like a ton of bricks dropped through your ass. You started to squirm in attempts to get him to stop, but he just painfully pinned your hands under his knees on each side of your hips and held the cold metal barrel of the gun to your temple.

“Don’t fucking move you stupid slut.” He spat his venom on your face and you had to restrain yourself from vomiting on the spot.

At this point, the tears were streaming down your face and you felt like a complete dumbass in distress disorder. “Dad, please s-stop…” You sob in the quietest voice you could muster. He promptly backhanded the side of the barrel over your right cheek with a blinding amount of force and your vision was momentarily clouded with white hot searing pain. He returned the gun to your head and you could feel the warm, sticky substance of blood drip from your cheekbone. He gave you a final warning look that sent a crippling sense of fear down your spine and then continued what he was doing.

Your eyes kept scanning your surroundings looking for anything that could help you escape. The only opportunity you saw was when your demon of a father had pulled your shorts and panties down to your knees and started shoving his hand into your bone dry pussy painfully . You felt humiliated and violated, but you used his distracted state to promptly knee him as hard as you could in his dirty, perverted balls.

The man shrieked like a fucking banchee as he dropped the gun to cup the rattled testicles in his hands. You quickly retrieved the firearm and ran to the front door, yanking your bottoms up in the meantime. You had always kept your backpack fully stocked by the front door in preparation of the days that you were briefly thrown out. You were silently praising God that you had kept that habit as you grabbed it and bolted out of the apartment, your father screaming limping after you. You heard the sound of his quickly fading stomping as you rounded the corner and hauled ass out of sight, ensuring to leave no trace of your whereabouts.

You ran faster than you had ever run in your life, not even stopping to look back. You didn’t know where you were running to, you just ran where your feet took you. It wasn’t much of a shocker that your feet took you to the only place you ever knew as a safe haven. You had apparently run five miles at one in the morning to find yourself standing at the door of the Bang residence.

You had probably rang the doorbell around twenty times before the exhaustion hit you and you dropped to your knees on the pavement, the gun laying at your side on the ground. It took a few minutes, probably due to waking them up, but the door finally opened to a very bewildered Mr. and Mrs. Bang. You instantly threw yourself into their arms and let out loud, choked sobs, clinging onto them for dear life. You were finally home.

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After explaining everything to them, not only about that night, but every grizzly detail of your entire family situation, they refused to let you go back home, fearing for your safety. You tried to refuse, but they eventually forced you to tell Chan.

Tell Chan? The man already had a full fledged death wish for your father! And they expected you to tell him as if you were giving an update on the crisp Australian weather? Well this should be fun...

It would take all but the convincing of God to keep him from reporting him. You could already tell a shit storm was waiting on the other end of that dial tone.

It was probably the most emotional phone call you had ever had with him and he was so damn ballistic that he was about to hop on a flight home to come ‘kill that motherfucker’. It took some desperate convincing and ass kissing to change his mind.

You stayed with the Bangs for about a week - staying in Chan’s old room - before Chan’s mom and dad sat down to have a serious talk with you. This is it. You thought. They are going to tell me to find somewhere else to live. You hadn’t saved enough money from your jobs yet to find a place because just about everything you had earned went directly to your parents. You were hardly prepared to start sleeping in cardboard boxes and panhandling.

Mrs. Bang let out a big sigh and rested her hand on your knee. “Dear, you already know that we have always considered you a part of this family. We love you and we want to keep you safe.” The tears started welling up in your eyes and you looked down at your restless hands to hide your face. Fucking why emotions? “And to keep you safe, you can’t stay here any longer.” You couldn’t help the uncontrollable shakiness that came over you, wrecking your body with silent sobs.

“That is why…” Chan’s father held your hand. “...we are going to send you to go to school with Chan in Korea. If anyone can protect you and be there for you, it’s him.” You craned your head up with wide eyes.

“W-what…?” You just sat there looking at them with a frozen, gobsmacked look. Nowhere in your mind had you expected that. It was certifiably insane.

“Well, we know how much you wanted to go with him and how distraught you were when he left. Only now, we know just how deeply that fear was grounded. We had no idea you were going through all of that, sweetie…” Chan’s mom held your other hand and you saw that she, too, had tears rolling down her graceful features.

“N-no… no no no! I can’t do that! I can’t afford it! Please I–” You couldn’t hold back the hyperventilation that was formed by your tits-for-brain emotions.

Mr. Bang cut you off. “You don’t need to worry about that, we just need to do what’s best for you Y/N. And there is no use arguing with us, we have discussed this thoroughly and our decision is final.” His voice was stern and his expression set in stone.

You were gasping back your sobs. “I-I-I c-can’t–” One hundred percent ugly crying, no doubt about it.

Chan’s mom enveloped you in a tight hug. “Please Y/N! We wouldn't be able to live with ourselves if we let you stay anywhere near that hellhole. You deserve a better life than this, sweet girl, and we love you as our own. Please do this for us.” You hugged her back and sobbed into her shoulder violently.

“If it makes you feel better…” Chan’s dad said from the side of your vision. “...you can pay us back with monthly payments. Would that make you feel better about this?” Chan’s mom sat up and lightly slapped his arm.

“Honey! I don’t want her to have to worry about th–”

“Yes! That would make me feel much better.” You interjected her protest eagerly. “If this is something I have to do, I would much prefer not to do it for free.” You had been backed into a sticky, bittersweet corner and you needed to make rational decisions.

They smiled at you. “And you won’t even have to worry about that until you find a job, or if you can’t pay at any point in time, please don’t worry about it.”

You meekly nodded and looked down at the frayed edges of Chan’s sweatshirt that enveloped you, stretching the worn out fabric and releasing it to watch the way the fibers scrunched together again. “I really don’t know what I can do to thank you guys… I really don’t deserve you two…”

“Oh enough of that!” You received another hug from Mrs. Bang. “You deserve every wonderful thing in this world and more.” You sat back and looked at your newly self proclaimed parents and smiled, tears never once stopping as you were overwhelmed with how surreal everything felt. You would finally be free.

- - - - - - - - - -

You were extremely grateful that you grew up learning Korean from Chan and his family because if you hadn’t, you would look like an utter dinktwat in this country. You weren’t perfect, but you figured you would learn fairly quickly from constant exposure.

You squinted your eyes as you tried to see past the hustle and bustle of the busy airport, looking for the right face. Finally, you saw a hand raise up to wave at you across the sea of faces. You looked down to the owner of the hand and there he was, your dirty blonde haired beacon of light, smiling brilliantly at you with his deep-dimpled grin. You instinctively pushed past the barrier of bodies and threw yourself into his arms, burying your face into his warm, familiar scent. You could hear him lightly chuckle at you as you were squeezed tightly.

“Hey my little Kiyomi. I’ve missed you so much” You teared up as you smiled into the crook of his neck. You had always loved the nickname him and his family gave you. They had told you it basically meant cutie or a cute person in Korean and, at first, you laughed at the name, but now it was as natural as saying your actual name.

“I’ve missed you too Channie… so much.” He held you tighter momentarily before letting you go. He stared at you with a sad smile on his face, caressing his thumb over the large, scabbed gash on your cheekbone. He gave it a small peck and smiled down at you.

“You ready to go home?” The words sounded weird coming from Chan’s mouth, but you nodded earnestly in reply. He grabbed your luggage from you and slung you over his other shoulder, ignoring your protests and turning to push past the onlooking travelers while you laughed and covered your face in embarrassment.

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When Chan opened the door to the three bedroom condo, you took in the surroundings of the area that already looked three or four times the size of your previous apartment. It had a narrow entryway with a coat closet on your left with an area to leave your shoes. You saw a pair of white fluffy slippers with a sticker bow placed haphazardly on top like a present and you smirked back at your new roommate. “Housewarming gift?” Chan said with an awkward smile. You just chuckled at him and plucked the bow off to stick on the middle of his forehead, making him scoff, and you slipped on your comfy new slippers.

You took a step inside and saw a wall on your left with three doors lined along it, slightly ajar, to show a couple of bedrooms and a bathroom in between. To your right, there was the living room adorned with a couch, a loveseat, and a lounge chair surrounding a coffee table. An unnecessarily large TV sat atop a table scattered with various video game consoles and anime figurines in front of it all. Walking further in, the living room was attached to an open-floor planned kitchen lined across the back wall with a large, granite counter island separating the rooms diagonally with a small dining table pressed to the wall on the right.

The floors were completely dark hardwood minus the kitchen, bathrooms, and bedrooms. The bedrooms with plush, off white carpet and the bathrooms and kitchen with sleek, stone tile. You walked in a little further to peer into the open doors and, at the end of the wall that held the bedrooms, there was a door holding a huge utility room with a washer, dryer, and wash basin for the laundry. The condo was fucking unbelievable. Sure as hell too nice for your impoverished ass.

There was a single closed door on the wall to the left of the TV, between the living room and dining area. “Now, don’t argue with me, because I already know that you will. But Felix and I already decided that you deserve the master bedroom because you need your own bathroom. He said something like ‘A lady needs her own space’. If only he knew how un-ladylike you really are, he might have rephrased that.” Chan rolled his eyes, using air quotes for effect.

You scoffed at him and shoved his shoulder with a fond smile. I mean he wasn’t wrong per-se. “Chan… Chan. You do realize I’ve never needed my own room, right? As far as I’m concerned, you could make me sleep on the washroom floor and I’d be down-right giddy.”

He threw his head back and let out a hardy laugh. “Maybe if you’re in one of your bitchy moods, I will. But no, that’s just even more reason you need that bedroom. You need to be able to have some sense of normalcy. Plus, since you don’t exactly have many belongings, I already decked out your room with all of your favorite things.” He raised his head slightly to the ceiling with a smug face and his fists on his hips, looking like the proud little brother he was.

“Damnit Chan! I told you not to spend money on me!” Another harsh punch to his shoulder.

“Ow! Get over it! If I want to give my best friend a present, I’m going to do what I want! And stop hitting me, you fucking ogre!”

Much to your dismay, your eyes got watery again. You honestly didn’t know what you did in your past life to deserve this man. “Damnit Chan, stop making me be an emotional bitch baby…” You quickly wiped away an escaped tear. He didn’t say anything, he just wrapped you in one of his big bear hugs.

When he let you go, he wiped away your tears and grabbed your luggage again. “C’mon, let me show you your new room!”

When you walked in, the edge of the ceiling was lined with fairy lights, bathing the room in a soft glow. This was punctuated with a large salt rock lamp sitting atop a beautiful antique nightstand. Thankfully not everything was super grand or expensive looking, just a simple wooden desk with a chair and bed frame with an ornately carved headboard, both painted white.

It was only when you walked into the master bathroom that your jaw dropped. There was a large vanity stretching all the way down the length of the wall with two sinks attached to the left of the room and a separate jet tub and standing shower. There was a partition wall hiding the toilet and the far wall had the most massive closet you had ever seen.

The closet was filled with all sorts of women’s clothing. Ranging anywhere from formal attire to loungewear. You turned to Chan with a bone-chilling glare. “Chan, what the actual fuck is this?”

He hid behind the luggage he was still holding as if to protect himself. “That’s part two to your gift. Trust me, I know your tastes.” You looked inside one of the drawers and pulled out a pair of black lace panties and held them between two fingers to show them to Chan with an incredulous look on your face. “Okay okay that was NOT me! That was Lix! He supposedly wears that kind of stuff for Hyunjin all the time so he volunteered to shop for the… um… delicates?”

You rolled your eyes and covered your face with your hands. As you moved on, your eyes continued to roam the area as you made your way back to the living room, claiming the lounge chair. “By the way, where is Felix? I want to meet this other Aussie boy.”

“Ah.” The brunette rubbed the back of his neck. ”He said that you would probably be overwhelmed once you got in so he went to hang out with the guys until a little later tonight so you could get accustomed.”

Ah, yes. The notorious group of boys that Chan had befriended over the years that he has been gone. He had talked about each and every one of them several times and you really already felt like you already knew them, despite actually meeting them. “Oh yeah, the guys, yours and Felix’s friends from Uni right?”

“Yeah, but Jisung and Changbin also work with me at Eunsincheo.” You vaguely recalled Chan mentioning this. The word meant ‘The Hideaway’. It was a music and reading lounge where he spent his days serving shitty coffee and organizing small performances for up-and-coming artists. It really was a cool gig, and he absolutely loved it. He said he could get you on the team, but you wanted to find your own job without all the help that he was already giving you.

“Nice. When will I be introduced? I want to meet the guys that are competing for my best friend spot.”

Chan scoffed from his spot on the couch. “Psh, as if there is any competition. I’m afraid you, Kiyomi, are stuck with me.”

“Awww little baby Channie. You’re so sweet!” You leaned over and gave him an annoying pinch on the cheek.

“Okay okay, that’s enough of that! As for meeting the boys, we didn’t think it was a good idea for you to meet them on your first day here. They can be a little… overwhelming…”

“Well that just makes me want to meet them more! I need to start my socializing skills to get used to the language. Can’t we all go out for dinner or something? I want some authentic Korean food and see if it rivals your mom’s cooking.”

“Okay, first of all, nothing rivals her cooking. And secondly, I’ll have to message them and see if they are all up for it.”

“Great! While you do that, I’m going to go shower and see how much of a trainwreck you made of my wardrobe.” You heard a small ‘hey!’ as you wormed your way into your room. You laughed behind your closed doors and let out a big sigh, looking at your own room and feeling as if you were dreaming. After 23 years of your life living in hell, all of it was really too good to be true.

- - - - - - - - - -

You decided, since you were just going to a simple bar and hot pot place, you opted for some ripped blue jeans, a Totoro t-shirt, and some checkered Vans. You pulled your hair up into a half ponytail and just lightly brushed on a natural shade of eyeshadow and mascara to the corners of your eyes as best as you could since you weren't accustomed to wearing makeup. You tried desperately to hide the wound on your cheek with concealer, failing gloriously and inadvertently huffing in frustration.

As you and Chan neared the restaurant, you could hear a rambunctious bunch from the front of a small, humble building. “Ah, sounds like the band of misfits are already here.” Chan said before you could even see the patio. For some reason, you could feel the nerves bubble up inside you. Partly because your Korean was extremely rusty, but also because you desperately wanted Chan’s friends to accept you like the insecure chicken-shit you were.

“Do you all always have to disturb the peace wherever we go?” Chan spoke loudly over the loud group of boys once the two of you stepped onto the small patio that the men invaded. The group went silent and turned their attention toward you, making your heart fall out of your ass.

You gave a deep bow and pulled out the most confident Korean words you could muster. “Hello everyone, I’m Y/N. Lovely to meet you all.” You cringed at yourself and Chan sputtered out a laugh, immediately slapping his hand over his mouth when you glared daggers back at him. You could feel your cheeks warm up in embarrassment, but then several of the men stood up with smiles on their faces to come and greet you.

The first one was skinny with a shaggy, but surprisingly stylish bleached mullet and cute freckles that scattered across his cheeks and nose like stardust. He had a grin that spread across his entire face, making his eyes disappear behind his blinding, sunshine smile. He unexpectedly enveloped you in a hug. “OHMYGOD HI! I’m Felix! I've been SO FUCKING EXCITED to meet you! You will probably hear some of the guys call me Lee Yongbok, but that's just my Korean name. You can call me whatever you like!”

“Good to finally meet you!” You hugged him back and released with a warm smile. You instantly felt warm in his presence and you already knew you would be fast friends.

“I’m so glad you wanted to meet everyone today! I’m going to bake some cookies in the morning to welcome you as our new roommate. I know we will be best friends in no time!” He had a thick Australian accent as he spoke in English and you couldn’t help but smile in his presence.

“Hey!” Chan shoved the smaller boy away from you. “The best friend position is already taken! Find your own!”

“Jealous much?” You smirked up at Chan who just rolled his eyes at you petulantly.

The next boy walked up to wrap his arm around Felix. He was slightly taller than the rest and he was also fairly lean, but his arms were very toned. He had long black hair that he had tied in a half ponytail. His face was incredibly beautiful with plump lips and a beauty mark underneath his left eye, surely making even the coldest hearts swoon. He slightly bowed his head and squeezed Felix to his side. He started to speak in very broken English. “Hello, my name is Hwang Hyunjin. It is nice to meet you. I am Felix’s boyfriend. My uhhhmm… my English is not… too good?” He said it as if it were a question, as if he didn’t know if what he said was correct or not. Cute.

You decided that you should start to try and speak Korean to the group so they would feel more comfortable. Confidence is key right? “Nice to meet you as well, Hyunjin. I suspect I will be seeing a lot more of you now that I live with your boyfriend.” You waggled your eyebrows at Felix and that seemed to lighten the tension in the air as everyone started chortling.

The two headed back to their seats as a short, muscular (more like completely ripped) man with black hair walked up to offer a handshake. “Nice to finally meet you, I’m Seo Changbin. Chan-hyung talks about you non-stop, he’s been giddy like a school-girl for the past week waiting for you to get here.” The two of you turned and smirked at the dirty blonde Aussie, his ears slowly reddening.

“Shut it, bada kokkili.” Your confused look indicated you had no clue what the fuck that meant. Chan smirked at you knowingly. “Walrus. He hates it when we call him that.” You giggled behind your hand and Changbin punched Chan’s arm.

“Please tell me you’re nothing like this asshole?” Changbin said to you as he kept glaring at Chan.

“No, he wishes he was as badass as me.” You shrugged with a matter-of-fact look on your face.

“Have I subjected myself to a life full of verbal attacks by introducing you guys?”

“Hmmmm, yes. But you still love me.” You smiled smugly up at Chan and he poked his tongue out at you like a child.

You heard someone clear their throat next to you and you turned to see a doe eyed boy with round cheeks and a sharp jaw bone. His frame consisted of a broad chest that tapered down to a teeny tiny waist. “Oh! You must be Han Jisung!” He looked at you with an astounded expression and you realized it was probably weird how you came to that conclusion. You nervously scratched behind your ear. “Oh, sorry. Chan had told me that you looked like a quokka so I kind of assumed…”

“Hah! I can’t believe you got it right with that description!” Changbin guffawed from where he had left to sit at the table.

“Well unfortunately your assumption was correct. I had just hoped he would have described me by my stunning good looks instead.” He gave you a huge, cheesy grin and stood proudly, his mousy brown hair swaying slightly. You giggled at him and accepted his offer for a hug. He was so fucking adorable that you wanted to stuff him in your pocket and keep him.

“Okay okay, out of the way.” The quokka was pushed aside by another animal looking man. This one, for some reason, looked incredibly like a puppy. You almost cooed at how adorable the boy was. He had fluffy brown hair like Jisung's and he was fairly tall as well. “I’m Kim Seungmin, I would run now before you subject yourself to this awful group of human beings.” He spoke in fairly good English and you laughed at his statement.

“Did you say that in English so they wouldn’t protest?” You said amusedly.

“Maybe, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He shrugged and retreated back to his seat.

The next one was obviously younger than the rest, even if he stood taller than Chan. He had eyes like a fox and dimples deep enough to swim in. He was a bit timid as he shook his black hair out of his eyes. “I’m Yang Jeongin–”

“Baby Bread!” Hyunjin yelled across the table.

Jeongin glared back at him. “Anyway, nice to meet you.” He bowed and went to sit down.

That just left the man still sitting at the opposite end of the table.

“Min, come meet Y/N.”

The man looked up from his phone and you could feel his eyes pierce through your soul. He sighed dejectedly and stood up, walking slowly over to you like a cat stalking its prey. He was fairly tall and his movements flowed like water. He had intimidating cat-like eyes and cheekbones you could cut yourself on. His fiery, orange-red hair glowed warmly in the dim outside lighting, black leather jacket complimenting his entire look. He offered a muscular, veiny hand out to shake, which you timidly shook. This beautiful man’s presence intimidated you without reason.

You only marginally started to relax when he offered a small halfass smile and when he spoke, it punctuated his cute overbite. But as quick as it came, it left, leaving him with a bored face. “I’m Lee Minho. Hopefully you will adjust soon enough.” You watched as his eyes flit to the cut on your cheek and you slightly lowered your head in embarrassment. Without another word, he headed back to his seat. You wondered what you had done to put his panties in a twist until Chan threw an arm over your shoulder.

“Don’t worry about him. He only cares about eating, sleeping, and Han Jisung.” The boys laughed at the redhead while you and Chan took your seats as well.

“Oh, are you two also a couple?” You genuinely asked the two boys at the other end of the long table who just stared at you with dumbfounded looks. They looked at each other momentarily, then burst out laughing, clutching their stomachs while cackling, the rest of the group following in the laughter. You just sat in the chaos, wondering if you missed some sort of joke. Your eyes scanned over to Minho’s laugh and smile which was stupidly mesmerizing, probably because of the contrast to his previous behavior.

Minho started making kissy faces at Jisung as the younger pushed him away with a jokingly disgusted face. He had to wait until he stopped laughing, but Jisung finally spoke up. “No no no, we like to think we are soulmates, but only in a best friend type of way. No, the only happy couple here is Hyunlixie over there.”

Felix hid his smile and flushed cheeks behind his hands and Hyunjin flung his arm around his shoulder with a proud grin. Your subconscious wished you could experience that kind of feeling.

“So… Chan-hyung said that you are a year his senior, does that mean we should call you noona?” Jeongin spoke up from next to where you were sitting.

“Oh god.” You chuckled nervously. “That is very sweet Jeongin, but not necessary. Please speak casually. 'Noona' makes me feel like an old lady.”

“Well you’re not far off…” Chan muttered which earned him a flick on the ear. “Just call her Kiyomi! That’s what me and my family always call her!”

“Cutie, huh?” Seungmin said in English with a cute grin.

You exaggerated a sigh. “Much to my dismay, but yes. I’ve gotten used to it.” You said with a bemused face and the rest of the boys nodded with understanding.

“I like it!” Felix raised his glass. “To Kiyomi and her new life!”

The rest started to raise their glasses until Jisung halted them. “Oh shit, you two need drinks! We need to get you wasted ASAP.”

“Oh no no no, you do not want to see me drunk.” You waved your hands in front of your face in protest. Getting plastered would definitely not make a good first impression.

“Yeah, she is an absolute mess. Last time we got sloshed, I had to carry her ass three miles back to her house while she was singing the Macarena nonstop.” Chan rubbed over his eyes with one of his hands, overemphasizing his mortification.

“Shut it Chan!” You whisper-yelled at him.

“Oh-ho-ho now we HAVE to get you drunk. Get her a bottle of soju, stat!” Hyunjin slapped Minho on the back and the cat-like man glared at him as he stood up to go to the bar.

“I’m only doing this because I may or may not be interested in seeing this for myself.” He grumbled as he walked away.

“I’ll go help him carry the other drinks!” Jisung jumped out of his chair to chase after Minho. As the rest of the boys chatted, your eyes naturally gravitated to the window of the restaurant, revealing the two boys inside at the bar. You watched as Jisung threw his arm over the shoulder of the statue of a man next to him and yelled for the bartender. Minho slapped Jisung’s ass and the younger whispered something to Minho and they both cracked up laughing, showing glistening white teeth and bright smiles from the pair. You felt your stupid stomach flip upside-down in your gut.

Throughout the night, you looked around at the group of gorgeous men, Changbin and Minho screaming loudly across the table at each other as Hyunjin and Seungmin stirred the pot. Felix and Jisung laughing about something completely unrelated and Jeongin watching it all with an amused smile. You felt a weight lifting off your shoulders you didn’t know was there. They all seemed to welcome you with open arms and you felt your heart swell with warmth as your sights swiveled across the table and landed on Chan who was smiling brightly at you. You felt like you were finally home.

- - - - - - - - - -

Fucking lightweight. Two bottles of soju in and you already started to feel bubbly and light as if you were floating. The rest of the group wasn’t in much better shape though.

“Okay okay! What about this? Chan-hyung, have you two ever done the dirty deed?” Changbin shouted from the seat next to him, waggling his eyebrows at you two.

Jisung drunkenly elbowed him. “Binnie *hiccup* hyung! Too far! Tooooo far!”

You and Chan made gagging noises and disgusted faces. “What the fuck Bin? No! She’s like a sister to me! That’s disgusting!”

“OKAY I agree with Channie, but don’t call me disgusting you asshole!” You shoved his head to the side and he rolled his eyes.

“Ssshe is a bootiful woman you monster! Kiyomi, f’you efer needa real maaan, just cm’to me!” Jisung slurred heavily and pointed at you with a winky face.

“She could do so much better than any of your lame asses.” Chan laughed and slapped you on the shoulder, making your body wobble.

“Okay enough enough! My turn! Noona, if you could describe all of us as a type of animal, what would you pick?” Sweet Jeongin, of course, had such a humble question.

“Booooring!” Hyunjin rolled his head back in dramatic annoyance.

You poked your tongue out at him and turned back to the maknae next to you. “I would definitely say that you look like a fox. Seungmin looked like a puppy when I first laid eyes on him. Changbin looks like a mix between a rabbit and a… pig?”

“Yah!” Changbin looked at you with an offended frown, the whole group cackling in the background.

“Not in a bad way! I mean like one of those cute little teacup pigs!” He smiled in content, making an aegyo-like bashful face and poking his cheek. “Jisung obviously looks like a quokka. Hyunjin… hmmmm… a llama maybe… or a ferret? Felix looks like a baby chick and I always thought Channie looked like a wolf.” You turned your sights to the man at the end of the table. “Minho looks like… bunny? No no no, a cat! He definitely seems to have the mannerisms of one.”

The man looked up at you with wide eyes. “A cat?”

“Yeah! You are stand-offish, but I feel like if someone were to pet you, you would purr and pass out.” Everyone started laughing but the man looked stunned. Maybe you did have a little too much to drink. You just met this man and you were talking about petting him. “It’s a good thing! I promise!”

“Mhm, sure. Maybe I should call you a mouse to make it known that you shouldn’t fuck with me.” He gave a crooked smile with a glint in his eye. You internally shivered. Well… hot damn.

“Oh give it up, hyung. *hiccup* Y’ve got nooo claws! Anyway, it’s funny y’say that, noona ‘cause Minnie-hyung owns 3 *hiccup* cats himself!” Jisung slapped him on the back and chuckled at his grumpy friend.

“I don’t own them, they own me. They are my babies.” Minho grumbled.

Your eyes lit up and you leaned in closer. “Oh my god I looove cats! You have to let me meet them!”

“U-uh s-sure…?” The fiery haired man turned his face away and you couldn’t tell if his red cheeks were from your comment or from the alcohol. Where the hell did that reaction come from?

“Noona, you are going to go to Uni with us, right? When will you start?” You brushed off the use of honorifics Seungmin and Jeongin kept using, accepting that they all are just trying to be polite and it was probably second nature to them.

“Two weeks from now, I still need to settle in, get registered, and find a job.”

“Ooo! Work with us! I’m sure the *hiccup* boss would hire you f’we asked!” Jisung raised his hand to get your attention.

Chan interjected before you could respond. “Yeah good luck with that one, Han-ah. I have been trying to convince her of that ever since I found out she was moving here and she isn’t budging. Something about ‘I need to do this on my own’ or whatever bullshit she said.” The air quotes he made came with an annoying mimicking voice.

“Hey shut your gob, dumbass. So what if I want to be independent?”

“Ahhh an independent woman *hiccup* I like it!” Jisung winked at you and you giggled at his drunken flirtiness.

Minho grabbed onto his ear like a mother would to scold her child. “Cut it out, she is going to get tired of you before the night is even over.”

“Okay okay! I get it! M'sorry!”

“It’s okay Jisung, I think it’s cute.” You exaggerated the statement by saying it in baby talk and cooing at him. He blushed at your words and chuckled nervously as the rest of the group laughed at his flustered fumbling.

“Okay my turn!” Seungmin announced…

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You decided it was time to stop drinking when you could feel your emotional side take the reins of your brain, the feeling of the welcoming new friends overwhelming you. You, Chan, and Felix parted from the group and Chan had to help you walk down the street to get home with you yelling your farewells to the giggling group retreating behind you. Once you got home, Felix immediately went to his room and slumped down, only halfway on his bed, completely wiped out from the alcohol.

Chan took you to your room and sat you down on the bed. “Chaaaannie!” You held onto him with tears building in your eyes as he removed your makeup for you. “Channie *hiccup* I love you so fucking much Channie! I’m so happy to be here and meet your *hiccup* frieeeeends.” He chuckled at your idiocy and handed you a glass of water.

“If you're happy, then why are you crying, you big baby?” You threw a tiny fist at him.

“I am just sooo happy, I don’t deserve you! I don’t deserve this life! It doesn’t even feel real to be here right now….” He froze as you crossed your eyes to focus on sipping your water and bent down to level his face to yours.

“Y/N, don’t you ever say that again. You deserve all of the happiness in the world and more and I wouldn’t give you up for a goddamned thing, alright? I want to hear you say that you deserve happiness.” You just whined and shoved your alcohol-flushed face in his chest. “Say it Kiyomi…”

All you could think about was the huge fucking piece of your heart this man had claimed. “I… I deserve happiness.”

“There we go, girl. Now let's get you into bed.” He pulled back the puffy white comforter and tucked you into the softest sheets you have ever felt. “G’night sis, love you.” He kissed your forehead and you were out like a light.

- - - - - - - - - -

The first month of getting used to university was hard, you were older, but you started behind the rest of your group of new friends. But thank God that dumb luck got you to join some of their classes.

Chan was in your music theory class, Jeongin and Minho were in your fine arts class, and Hyunjin, Felix, and Minho were in your dance class. You managed to find a job at a local café as a barista close to Eunsincheo where Chan worked. Things were falling into place for you remarkably fast and you threw yourself into your studies, not wanting to squander the opportunities that were gifted to you.

“Do you ever stop studying?” Seungmin leaned in close to where you were sitting on the ground next to the coffee table to examine what you were noting down from your second-hand textbook. Chan and Changbin were at work, but the rest of the boys decided to come hang out at the Aussie flat for movies and snacks.

“Well, not only does my Korean suck ass, but I also have to make up for all the lost time these past years. I need to work extra hard if I want to get past basic courses so I can become a choreographer.” You were, in fact, currently brushing up on your Hangul at the moment.

“Hey, that’s Minho-hyung’s major too! Maybe you guys can study together!” Jisung looked at Minho next to him on the loveseat expectantly. He just stared at you with a blank face.

“Depends, can the mouse keep up with me?” He smirked at you and leaned forward as if he was challenging you.

“Well now there’s no way I can back down. Bring it on MeanHoe!” You sat up straight, proudly, as you reached out your arm to shake hands as if you were making a business agreement. His grip was strong, but softened as it lingered there.

“Hyung’s in advanced courses, aside from the dance class we all have together, he has two or three intermediate and advanced classes too.” Hyunjin blankly stated as his focus was directed at picking at a hangnail, long limbs sprawled across the couch and on Seungmin’s lap.

The feline grew a smug grin. “I won’t go easy on you noona, get ready for an ass beating.”

“Ooo kinky!” Oh god, please don’t conjure images, brain! You could feel your ears getting red at Jisung’s statement. Minho was quick to slap him over the back of the head. “Ow!”

“Han Jisung! Can you stop being dirty minded for two goddamned seconds?” Minho crossed his arms, obviously embarrassed too as he looked away.

“I’m sorry hyung, I’m afraid that’s impossible. He is utterly helpless.” Jeongin sighed from his spot on the floor on the other side of the coffee table.

“He’s just like a child, just start up a video game for him and he’ll shut up real quick.” Felix yelled from the kitchen where he was pulling the delectable smelling brownies out of the oven that he had made for everyone.

“That’s not… entirely true…” Jisung meekly mumbled as he scratched the back of his head.

“Minho-hyung really helped me with my Korean when I moved here, maybe he can help you too?” Felix looked at Minho who just hummed in response.

He lifted himself off the loveseat and sat next to you on the floor, examining your work. “Your handwriting is shit.”

You just scoffed and narrowed your eyes at him. “Thanks, Min. Very insightful.” You turned back to your work and kept writing in chicken scratch font. “Do I really want your help? I’d rather not have my pride filed down more than it already is.”

He just shrugged and plucked the pen from your hand, mid-character. He wrote down what looked like a pangram with his left hand and erased and re-wrote a mistake with his right hand. That threw you for a hot loop. “Repeat writing this until your writing is actually legible.” You glared at him and shoved him slightly, making him chuckle. “Don’t worry, even if you have an extremely thick accent, you seem to have an easier time talking than you used to.”

“Yeah, your accent is even thicker than mine when you speak Korean, and that’s saying something.” Felix said while he placed the neatly arranged plate of brownies and napkins on the coffee table. The boys crowded around to grab their treats and Minho placed the yummy, gooey, center piece on a napkin and handed it to you. Well that is suspiciously out of character.

“Awww but I wanted that piece!” Minho flipped off the whiny Jisung.

“Maybe you should’ve been quicker, then, Sungie.” Minho turned back to grab himself a brownie.

“Thanks, Min. What is it that you want from me to deserve this kindness?” You smiled to yourself as Minho narrowed his eyes at you.

“Would you like me to take it back?” You hid your chocolaty treat from his field of vision followed by an attempt of an intimidating expression. You felt a modicum of success when he turned to hide his suppression of a laugh.

Once Felix finished his duties of serving brownies and popcorn to everyone, he turned the TV on for everyone to watch Howl’s Moving Castle upon Jisung’s repetitive insistence. You turned your head to see that Minho was still sitting in his spot he took next to you on the floor. Stupid stomach for its stupid flippity flops.

You contemplated your actions for a minute, but then decided to go for it. “Hey Min.” You leaned in with a hushed tone so you wouldn’t interrupt the movie. He leaned his ear closer to hear you better. “You really want to help me study? I really am kind of at the ass-end of the curve when it comes to my studies.”

He shrugged. “Sure, why not? Do Tuesdays and Thursdays after art class work for you?” You eagerly nodded your head and he gave you a crooked smile.

“Thanks Minnie! I owe you!”

“Yes you do.” He chuckled and leaned away, indicating the end of the conversation. Well shit.

- - - - - - - - - -

You aren’t sure when it happened, but apparently you had fallen asleep because the next thing you knew, you were waking up in a dark room - lit only by the TV that had some random YouTube video on - with Chan shaking you awake. You were still on the floor in the living room, but everyone was gone save for Chan and Minho which you had evidently fallen asleep on. Not just on, in his fucking lap . Head fully rested on fully-jacked, muscular thighs. God, kill me now.

You had never sat up so fast in your life. “Ah shit!” You rubbed your eyes and tried to shake off the lightheadedness you felt from getting up too fast. “Shit, Min, I’m so sorry! Why the hell didn’t you wake me up?!”

He shrugged his shoulders as the two of you stood up. He slightly stretched his back and his neck and you felt mortified that he had stayed behind just because of your lazy ass. “It’s whatever, I was just entertained by watching videos and hearing you blab about something in your sleep.” He said nonchalantly.

“WHAT? Oh no. No no no, what did I say?” You hid your face in your hands as the two boys laughed at you. This is hell.

“I couldn’t really figure it out, it was in English.”

“Oh thank god.”

“Tell it to me, I’m sure I can translate!” Chan said with a chipper voice.

You grabbed onto your best friend’s shirt collar. “Do you want to die tonight, pup?” He sheepishly laughed and held his hands up in surrender.

“I sounded like you were having a nightmare, but don’t worry little mouse, I’m sure I’ll figure it out one way or another.” You looked back at Minho’s winking face with terror in your eyes. You side-eyed Chan and saw he was looking at you with worry. You knew what he was thinking and silently prayed he wouldn’t say anything, but you just huffed and marched off to your room like a petulant child.

“Good night!” The two shouted after you in unison as you slammed your door.

Behind the cover of your bedroom door, you ran your hands over your tired face and prayed that you didn’t say anything too embarrassing. You didn’t know how long he had stayed there after everyone had left, but the thought of him staying behind so he wouldn’t disturb you made your core throb. That’s stupid, he probably just wanted to wait until Chan got home. You convinced yourself to stop having a weird imagination, and with that, you showered off to rid you of your thoughts.

- - - - - - - - - -

The next Thursday afternoon around four in the afternoon , you were lounging on the couch scrolling through your phone when you heard someone knocking at your front door. When Chan opened it, the both of you were surprised to see Minho standing in the doorway with that damned stereotypical leather jacket on.

“Uh, hey Min, what’s up?” Chan looked confused as he gestured for Minho to come inside.

“Study sessions, remember? Tuesdays and Thursdays? Please don’t tell me your memory really is that bad or else this is a lost cause.” He said pointedly at you in response to Chan’s question.

You sat up quickly with a sheepish grin. “I didn’t forget! It just may have… slipped my mind…” Shit memory strikes again.

He rolled his eyes and threw his backpack down on the dining table and shucked off his jacket, flinging it over the back of the chair. “Well are you coming or not?” You quickly realized what he was indicating and you hastily grabbed your textbooks and papers from your room and sat down next to him.

“Well I guess I will leave you two to it, I’m going to go to the gym.” Chan walked out without another word. And you suddenly found yourself in an empty apartment with only your studies and Lee Minho to keep you company. Fuck, I should have thought this through.

“Okay, so where should we start?”

- - - - - - - - - -

It was probably around 8pm and studying was completely forgotten about about an hour and a half after you two started. You had asked to see a picture of his cats and it all went downhill from there. The two of you discussed anything from favorite foods to childhood memories. However, you elected to opt out of mentioning your family situation in favor of reminiscing your time with Chan. No one wants to hear about that shit show.

This was until Minho verbally backed you into a corner. “So what do your parents do for a living?” You could feel your blood turn ice cold. What should I tell him? ‘Oh yeah, they sell and smuggle drugs for a living. What about yours?’

Yeah, fuck that. “Oh, they just get odd jobs here and there.” You tried to be as vague as possible.

“Oh okay cool, did you live near Chan-hyung?”

“Nah, I lived about 5 miles from him. But I basically lived with him half the time.” You said with a nervous chuckle. He leaned his elbow on the table, laying his cheek on his fist as he was fully facing you in his seat.

“Your parents didn’t mind? My mom would worry herself to an early grave any time I spent the night at a friend’s house for more than a night. She definitely used to baby me.” He chuckled, not breaking eye contact with you, making you extremely flustered and intimidated. Stupid cat man. Your eyes couldn’t meet his for more than a couple seconds before they looked elsewhere in attempts to escape the inexplicable nervousness.

“No they didn’t mind… They weren’t those kinds of parents.” You looked down and played with the hem of your shorts. It was silent for a second and you were afraid you had maybe said too much. But as you looked back up into his eyes, you think it was possible that he realized that it was a sore subject by the way he was searching your eyes.

“Well that’s cool, no wonder you and Chan-hyung have so many experiences together.” He suddenly decided to stand up and make his way toward the kitchen. “I’m making dinner, any requests?”

You breathed a sigh of relief with the end of the previous conversation. “It’s our kitchen, Min. How do you know we even have the stuff to make what you want?”

He turned his head over his shoulder from where he is standing in front of the pantry and gave you a crooked smile. “I told Yongbok and Chan-hyung that they need to be adults and actually keep their kitchen stocked, even if it only gets used when I come cook for them.” He turned back to look in the walk-in pantry, speaking a little louder so you could hear. “I probably screwed myself by saying that, though, because now I cook for them all the time. ”

You moved from your position at the dining table, abandoning your schoolwork, and sat on the barstool at the island. “Am I really going to get the great Chef Lee Minho to cook for me? I am honored, but I'm not really a big eater.” You were used to eating nothing for days so your appetite wasn’t huge. Even if you were accommodated with three meals a day now, you were always painfully full before you finished your serving.

He walked out with a deadpan face and a few items in his hands. “Well if we are going to be friends, that is going to change. No arguments. How does chicken fettuccine alfredo sound?”

Your mouth starts watering at the mention of it. “My lord, that sounds amazing. You’re my hero .” You said the last part wistfully as if you were a damsel in distress and dramatically leaned your head back with the back of your hand draped on your forehead.

He scoffed at you and pulled a small bowl out of the fridge after he put on a pot of water to boil for the noodles. Once he placed the bowl in front of you, you looked at him with a confused face. “Kimchi for a starter.” He looked at you expectantly.

You looked warily at the delicious looking snack. “Min, if I eat this, I won’t be able to finish my pasta.”

He didn’t respond, instead, he pulled out a pair of chopsticks and raised a bite of kimchi to your mouth. “Say ‘ahhh’ little mouse!” He waved the food around and made airplane noises as if you were a child. You couldn’t help but laugh loudly at his antics and he used that opportunity to lightly press the tip of the food to your lips. You gave in and wrapped your lips around the chopsticks, cleaning it of the kimchi juices.

You were a little surprised to see him use those same chopsticks to pop a bite into his mouth for himself. You figured it was a perfectly normal thing to do between friends. Hell, you and Chan have shared almost everything, but something about the action coming from Minho made you feel different.

Once he tried to feed you another bite, you spoke before he could shove it in your face. “Aren’t you supposed to be cooking?”

He shook his head and continued his movements toward your mouth. “Water Isn't boiling yet. Open up.”

You couldn’t help but huff at the stubborn little shit. “Do you not want me to eat your alfredo? Because if I eat a starter, I’ll be too full for dinner!”

“That’s just the first step to get you to eat more!” As the food got closer, you had planned to just slightly push his hand away. However, as you realized that life still hated you, you accidentally whacked the chopsticks out of his hand and the kimchi flew directly onto Minho’s white shirt, trickling the red juices down the length of it. Of fucking course.

The two of you were silent for a moment, processing what just happened. He looked down at his shirt and then back up at you with an indistinguishable expression. “Oh shit. Oh fuck. I’m sorry, Min! I’ll go get you a new one! Just give me one sec!” You stood up to go grab one of Chan’s shirts but Minho stopped you in your tracks, standing right in front of you and looking down menacingly. You instinctively took a couple of steps back because you, of course, were a piece of chicken shit.

“Mouse. Come here.” He started stepping forward and, for some reason, you felt fear and excitement jolt up your spine. You continued to step backward as he grabbed the small bowl and chopsticks in one hand.

“Minnie. Min-min. Buddy-ole-pal, listen, I really am sorry! Lemme just–” You were cut off when you felt your back hit the wall next to the kitchen. He kept prowling toward you and you froze in place. He stepped until there was about a foot of distance between your faces.

“I said. Open. Up.” His voice was colored with intimidation and a touch of dominance that made you quiver. You meekly opened your mouth and he gently placed the kimchi on your tongue, slowly pulling back the chopsticks once your lips were wrapped around it. He smirked at you, mockingly.

You decided that if he wants to play games, you will too, you already ruined his shirt after all. As Minho was still holding up the bowl, you decide to throw caution to the wind as you dipped your hand straight into the bowl, pulling out a long string of kimchi and promptly rubbing it over the side of his face and mouth and letting the remaining cabbage leaf fall to the ground, splattering on the tile.

He looked at you, utterly gobsmacked while you cackled, using his momentary shock to escape the spot where you were caged in. Once you were out of reach, he spun around with a bone chilling smile on his face. “So that’s how you want to play? Fine.” He started to walk toward you swiftly, bowl in hand, and determination in his eyes. You were still chuckling as you ran on the other side of the island, making the two of you dance around it (ironically) like cat and mouse.

He then did something you hadn’t expected him to do, he grabbed some kimchi with his own hand and flung the dripping, red snack across the island. And of course, the fat, juicy piece landed directly on your chest, slithering from your collarbone right down to your cleavage and under your shirt.

You shrieked at the cold contact as Minho cracked up on the other side of the bar. As you squirmed your hand under your shirt and bra, Minho had found an opportunity to set the bowl down and lunge at you, only to tackle you to the ground with more kimchi in his palm. “Caught you, you neanderthal!” You couldn’t control your laughter as you hopelessly tried to push off the man hovering over you, bracketing you to the ground with his limbs. “Now, little mouse, open up.”

He dangled the piece of kimchi over your mouth between his two fingers. You giggled, but sucked your lips into your mouth, sealing off the entrance. You shook your head in defiance, letting him know full well that you weren’t giving up that easy. Not chicken shit anymore, huh?

“Gonna be a brat? Okay, fine.” He then took his free hand and started poking your side, making you flail in ticklishness. Your hands immediately flew to the hand trying to tickle you to push them off, but to no avail.

“Ack! Min– *heh* Minho! *haha!* S–stop! *gasp* I– *heh* I give up!” you almost had tears running down your face in laughter as he finally relented. Once you felt the relief from him halting his assault, your arms fell to the ground to the sides of your head. Your eyes locked onto the feline above you. His smirk was full of playfulness, but something else showed in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place, making your useless heart skip.

“That’s what I thought.” He held the piece up to your mouth once more and you kept eye contact as you licked your lips and slowly opened your mouth. You waited as he slid the kimchi into your mouth slowly, releasing it, and briefly catching his thumb on your lower lip. You felt your brain short circuit momentarily until you realized you needed to start chewing. “Yummy, yeah?” You nodded your head slowly. “There’s a good girl.”

He stood up and it took your frozen limbs a moment to clamber up to accept his offered hand, pulling you up and onto your feet. Once you stood, the cold, sticky feeling running down your chest made itself known again. As if on cue, the two of you look down at your ruined shirts and back at each other, bursting out laughing and clutching your stomachs.

You dug the remaining piece of kimchi out of your shirt as he politely looked away. “Let me go get you a new shirt.” You chuckled out after you could catch your breath.

“Bet. I’ll clean up our mess once I put the noodles on to boil.”

You started to wonder where Chan was once you entered his room to grab Minho a new shirt. He said he was going to the gym, like what? Three hours ago? Surely he’d be done by now. As you walked back into the kitchen to give Minho the shirt, you were frozen solid, dropping the shirt at the sight in front of you. Good LORD.

Standing in the middle of your kitchen was a completely shirtless human statue. Minho had stripped himself of the soiled cloth, leaving him clothed only from the waist down. You tried to get ahold of your bearings, but the man’s back was turned away facing the sink to clean his clothing, leaving your subconscious to stand and gawk over the expanse of skin.

You had seen Chan shirtless countless times, so why did this particular moment affect you so much? Minho wasn’t as jacked up as Chan was, but you could clearly see the bands of toned, lean muscle just beneath the surface of his milk and honey skin. Your eyes skimmed the muscles of his arms and drifted down to his deliciously veiny forearms and hands. If your eyes hadn’t had enough of a feast on his back, it was absolutely gorged when he turned to face you. Two toned pecs and a lean stomach that adorned a small scar. Your attention was snapped back to reality when your gaze lingered on the hem of his pants. Wait, shit, fuck, he turned around!

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Your eyes flew up to his face to show that same annoying smug grin.

You huffed and quickly grabbed the shirt off the floor and threw it at his face. “No need. I was only thinking of how gross it was to be half naked in a room where we EAT, let alone cleaning your nasty shirt in my kitchen sink.” You snatched his shirt from the sink and started to head to the laundry room.

“Yah! I’m not gross! And where the hell do you think you’re taking my shirt?” He grabbed your arm before you could get too far and spun you around to, once again, face his shirtless body. You refused to look anywhere in his general direction as you could feel your cheeks warm up. He must have picked up on your demeanor, because you could hear him lightly chuckle, forcing you to glance at his amused face. “Do I make you uncomfortable little mouse?”

“No… I just–”

“Juuust what?”

If you weren’t already being tortured by the current situation enough, life decided to rear it’s ugly head again. Before either of you two could react, the front door swung open and in stepped a suspiciously well dressed Chan. “What the FUCK?”

Now, you wouldn’t necessarily call Chan an irrational or violent person, but with Minho’s grip on your arm, his shirtless body, and an undistinguishable wet spot down the front of your shirt, you could definitely see cause for misinterpretation. “You motherfucker.” Chan started to march toward the two of you and you could see terror morph in the, typically unwavering, eyes of Minho.

“Hyung I can expla—“ You watched in horror as you saw Chan’s fist fly through the air. You expected to see the innocent man get pile driven into the ground, but thankfully, Minho was quick enough to dodge the blow. You bolted over to Chan, jumping on the man and grabbing his arm to hold him back. Unfortunately, your tiny body failed to make him even budge. You might as well have thrown a teddy bear at him for how little it affected him.

“Chan stop! It’s just a misunderstanding! Please!” He looked down at your pleading eyes and back at Minho suspiciously.

“Explain. Now.”

- - - - - - - - - -

After Minho put a shirt on and Chan calmed down, you briefly explained the situation. You excused yourself to shower off the kimchi juice as the boys talked it out. You felt awful that Minho had been subjected to that because of your own childish fuckary.

“God, why am I such an idiot?” You groaned at yourself as you pulled sweats and a tank top on, dampening the cloth with your wet hair. You stepped out into the living room and, to your amazement, Minho was still there. The two boys looked up at you in tandem with smiles on their faces and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank god, I was afraid I was about to walk out into a bloodbath.”

“Not today, Kiyomi. But you really need to stop being such a lunatic. You almost made me kill a man today.” Chan stood up from his spot on the couch next to Minho to come hug you.

“You almost committed murder and I’m the lunatic?”

“Yes.” The two boys said at the same time. You glared at the pair when the embrace was broken.

“You–!” You accusingly pointed a finger at the smirking redhead on the couch. “--aren’t any less guilty, mister!” You glared each other down, neither backing down for an instant. Little shit.

Chan let out a heavy sigh. “Well I’m utterly wrecked from the gym so I’m going to go shower. Goodnight guys.” The color of the tone in his voice sounded somewhat off.

“G’night!” You and Minho both said, still staring each other down.

After a moment of awkward silence, you cleared your throat in preparation to say something, but Minho beat you to it. “Pepperoni or cheese?”

“Uhm... wha—?” You were completely thrown. You searched your brain to think of what the hell he was talking about.

“Or supreme? If you’re into that. Just no pineapple or we can’t be friends anymore.”

“Did I miss something? Should I leave and come back? Because I have no clue what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“Pizza.” He said with his gaze down, simply scrolling through his phone. “The pasta got overcooked so I’m ordering pizza, now what do you want?”

Ah, yes. The dish that started this whole tiff. “Ummm I guess meatlovers?” You said as you slid over next to him on the couch.

“Hell yeah, a woman after my own heart.” Sir, don’t even. He tapped away at a few things on his phone and sat it down. “Placed, should be here soon.”

“Sorry I ruined dinner, Min. If it’s any consolation, I really was looking forward to trying your cooking. I guess that’s why I was so determined to save my appetite…” You looked down at your hands in embarrassment. All I can fucking do is cause trouble for people.

“Hey.” You felt a gentle hand being placed on your shoulder and you looked up to lock eyes with the redhead. “It’s no problem to me, it just means I’ll get to cook for us on Thursday.” His eyes are soft and he was sporting a gentle smile that you had never seen before.

You unattractively snorted at the comment. “You mean you’re still going to help me study after the trainwreck I led you to?”

“Of course, as long as you keep your dog at bay.” The two of you shared a lighthearted laugh and you silently thanked God that things aren’t awkward now. I mean, as long as you didn’t fuck shit up again.

- - - - - - - - - -

That following Saturday you had to go to work. You had already worked a few shifts before so you were almost getting the hang of it. Since you weren’t one hundred percent confident in your Korean, you didn’t take orders, you only made the coffee and handed it to the customers. You were fine with this because you didn’t have to talk to people (because the general populous of all humans suck ass), but you would still get to make tasty drinks and listen in enough to advance your Korean.

It was around 7:50pm, about ten minutes away from the end of your shift when you heard the entry of a large group ringing the bell of the front doors that announced their arrival. You internally groaned at the sound, (not looking so you could focus on the current task at hand of making a vanilla latte that had WAY too many modifications asked for by a particularly picky customer) knowing how you were about to have to stay late to make all of those people's plethora of drinks. You didn’t completely mind though, more work meant more money.

You turned around to hand off the last customer’s latte and once it was handed off, you froze as you looked on at the rowdy group of men. Eight, gloriously bright smiling faces were all directed at you, you could feel yourself flush as you walked up to them in a hushed tone. “What the hell are all of you doing here?”

“What? We can’t come see our favorite barista?” Changbin pouted, most of the rest following in mimicking his exact expression. You rolled your eyes at the group. You felt like a damn adolescent being picked up from school early.

“How do you know I’m your favorite? You haven’t tasted my coffee yet, it could taste like shit.”

“Then shitty coffee will be my new favorite!” Felix replied cheerily. What a sweet little lying son of a bitch.

“Speak for yourself.” Seungmin smirked at you and left to find the large group a couple of tables.

The order was easy enough, seven iced americanos and a caramel macchiato for Felix. After that, your shift was already done and you accompanied your rambunctious friends, all gulping down their delicious drinks.

“You down to go for some karaoke tonight? We are all planning on getting trashed because there’s no school or work tomorrow.” Hyunjin said with a dramatic blissed out expression at the end of his sentence.

“Except for boring ass Chan-hyung that is about as interesting as a wet sponge. For some reason, he needs to go meet up with a person from a group in his class to study.” Changbin shot a disappointed grimace at Chan.

“Yah! I already had that planned! You guys sprung this on me last minute!” Chan crossed his arms defensively. Interesting, you didn’t recall him saying anything about that…

“Whatever you say, hyung.” Minho spoke up for once. He looked at Chan with feigned belief, then his sights automatically locked onto yours. “What do you say? Coming or not?”

You internally pondered to yourself. Would I rather go home and get an early sleep after work? Or would I rather hang out and go get sloshed with my friends? One hundred percent the latter. “I am in desperate need of a drink, let’s go.”

As you followed the boys out, Minho grabbed your arm. “You’re riding with me, Felix’s car is full.” You hesitantly let him pull you around the side of the café and your heart stopped beating. The man sat down on a fucking crotch rocket. As he straddled the motorcycle, he patted the seat behind him. “Well, are you coming or not?”

You realized that your eyes were still bulged out of your head as you shook yourself out of your stupor. “No no no, no fucking way am I going to get on that death trap! I’d rather walk there barefoot on hot stones before I subject myself to that contraption.”

He rolled his eyes into the back of his head and groaned. “Oh come on, I’ve been riding this thing forever. I’m a really good driver I swear.” He picked up the helmet behind him and got off the bike. When he walked toward you, he promptly lifted the hard shell of safety over your head and stuffed your head in it, gently fastening it tightly under your chin.

“M-Min… I don’t know about this…”

“Would you rather walk alone? It’s getting dark out and the place is pretty far. I’m sure we will be done and gone by the time you get there.” He grew that stupid smirk that you could see through the eye socket of the full-faced helmet.

“Fine, but my ghost will haunt you for eternity if you kill me.”

“I think I’ll take my chances.” He went to straddle the bike again and you hesitantly hopped on behind him. “Hold me tight.” You are flabbergasted when he daringly grabbed your hands and wrapped them around his waist. His leather jacket felt cold around your arms and your body pressed up against his back.

When you heard the motor start, you looped your fingers together to squeezed onto him for dear life and you felt him squirm in your grasp. “Geez, don’t fucking crush me!” He yelled over the sound of the motor, but you only let up a miniscule amount.

Your breathing accelerated as he kicked off and drove out of the lot. It was stupid really. You had experienced a lot more dangerous things than this. Maybe it was because you weren’t in control of the circumstances here. You were putting your full trust in this man and trust is something you were not accustomed to.

The ride was terrifying and exhilarating all the same. The wind whipping around your body and through your hair was an experience you have never felt before. Adrenaline ran through your veins and - it was hard to explain - but you felt... free. You couldn’t hold back the laugh that bubbled up in your chest and you saw Minho slightly turn his head with a smile on his face. You threw your head back and let your mind ease itself of it's worries.

- - - - - - - - - -

It was about 11pm and you were currently singing ‘DDU-DU DDU-DU’ by Blackpink with Jeongin and Jisung, mostly laughing and stumbling into each other in attempts to dance. Normally you danced phenomenally, but at that moment, you were hammered enough to just let loose and flail your body in whichever direction fate had decided for you. The group was all laughing and taking videos of you three, but you didn’t care, you were lost in the moment.

When the next song came on, you slumped back onto your seat next to Minho on the long booth, circling around the small room to accommodate everyone around a couple tables. You felt hot from all of the dancing and laughter as your limbs and head laid limp against the seat. “Have fun?” Minho turned his gaze to you from where he was sitting by your side.

You let your head fall to the side from where it was leaned back against the head of the booth. The colorful and flashing lights flickered across his face, creating little dancing sparkles in his already gorgeous eyes. “Hell yeah, w’should do dis more offen.” Your drunken body leaned towards him and glared at the man. “Why didn’t y’look like y’were hav’n fun when I was *hiccup* singin’ and dancin’?” You bumped a tiny fist against his chest that somehow looked like it was getting closer. “You just sat there ‘n stared like y’hated me!” Your lower lip moved to jut out in a deep pout. You felt like you were sitting on a boat, waves rocking and wavering your movements.

He stared at you with a cheeky smile on his face for a moment. “Psh, I don’t hate anything, too much effort. I just wanted to watch you from behind.”

Now you weren’t sure if that phrase was misinterpreted in translation, or if you were just too drunk, but that definitely sounded pretty damn flirty. “You’re a teeease Minnie! Why’re all of y’guys sooo handsome? I feel like a nasty wart in th’group!” You twisted your eyebrows in confusion, already forgetting what just came out of your mouth.

He belted out a melodic laugh that made you swoon from your inebriation. “That’s sweet, but I wouldn’t say you’re quite like a wart. Maybe more of a mole.” He cackled when you shoved him over. “What?! A mole is more permanent!” You refused to let up your glower. Cheeky little asshole. “Kidding! Kidding! You’re gorgeous, little mouse.” His gaze was a little cloudy as well and you could see the indication of the five shots of soju everyone took on his red cheeks.

“Nooo y’r jus drunk ” You slurred out, poking your tongue out at him.

“Oh I’m the one who’s drunk?” He fully faced your staggering body in the booth to challenge you.

“Yeah!” You leaned forward, puffing your chest out to attempt intimidation. He let out a small chuckle and the both of you realized just how close you were as your eyes met each other. However, for some reason, neither of you moved away. Is the alcohol making us abandon all reason? You could've swore that his eyes had flit down to your lips, but you could’ve also imagined it. After all, you were a stupidly high level of plastered.

“Do... do you think you would wa–” Minho’s statement was cut off by a drunken Jisung sprawling his body over both of your laps.

“I looove y’guys sooo mush!” He was clinging onto Minho’s waist. “Wan’it t’always be like this…”

The two of you giggled. “Me too, Ji…” You smiled down at the quokka, but you refused to turn your attention back to Minho for the rest of the night.

- - - - - - - - - -

After a few months of you working and getting used to study sessions with Minho, the two of you had gotten extremely close. That also meant that you got extremely close with Jisung too, because those two men were just about attached at the hip. Minho was even comfortable enough now to hang out with you aside from classes and study sessions. However, the topic of the karaoke night was never brought up.

Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays were your days scheduled for your dance class, and Tuesdays and Thursdays were scheduled for your art class right before tutoring. This meant that, unless you spent the weekend holed up doing shit-all, you would see Minho every day. You didn’t necessarily mind it, but it did absolutely no help to quell the germinating feeling in your gut of pure tension any time the two of you were alone.

Dance classes were the hardest. Not the dancing of course, you loved the dancing, feeling your inhibitions fly out the window as you moved to the beat of the music. You revered the art of it. No, the burdensomeness of it came from your fiery-haired classmate that was a dance god .

Hyunjin wasn’t kidding when he said Minho was well ahead of the curve when it came to dance. During your long, late-night talks with Minho, he had said he had been dancing ever since the start of middle school and never stopped. Any chance he could - unless he was working at his job assisting the local performing art’s center as an intern, or hanging out with friends - he was dancing.

You could never fully focus in class as you watched his stupid graceful movements with his stupid unholy physique like he’s a fucking stupid dance statue from hell. The worst part is, when you had decided to be taken under his wing before all the tutoring crap was decided, he had taken to assisting you with your technique in dance on top of helping with your other classes.

First it was simple instruction, a little ‘higher’ here and a ‘more powerful’ there, no problem at all. Welcome even. That’s until he started physically guiding you. Small touches to fix your posture which then turned into lingering hands that were full-on spotting your moves. You didn’t protest. How could you? When his hands felt like god’s fucking homemade buttermilk and melted you down to the faux-wooden padded flooring.

“It needs to be more angular with your posture, but not stiff.” You had taken a day from your tutoring to go to the round-the-clock student accessible practice rooms. You thought it was a good idea to get ahead in your class in order to achieve your choreography dreams sooner. It all made sense on paper, but your fatal mistake was your choice of instructor.

Minho gently placed his hands on your shoulders - while you were frozen in your previous dance pose - and pushed them down to relax them (as if you could possibly relax). This was followed by him gently placing his solid hands lower. One on the lower dip of your back and the other on your abdomen as he straightened your posture.

“You need to be able to feel the tension in your core.” He said, squeezing your abdominal muscles for emphasis. Trust me, I’m feeling the tension, you ungodly son of a bitch. You wondered if he knew what he’s doing to you. If he thought was fun making your breath hitch any time he touched you. Well two can play at that game, asshole.

You grabbed his forearm and held it in the proper position for the score, trying to look as unaffected as possible. “Should I roll my arm like this?” Your hand slowly glided up to rest on his shoulder. “Or should I just roll my shoulder back?” His mind looked staggered at your sudden boldness and a light pink dusted over his cheekbones. Your expression stayed utterly neutral. Pro move.

You looked at his lips twitch in an attempt to hold back a smile. “I think you should focus more on moving this.” He abruptly stood behind you and put a hand on your shoulder blade, pushing forward while holding your upper arm to roll back. The small stretch you felt from the pull brought a sensation of euphoria through your muscles. Embarrassingly, your mouth let out a small sigh of relief without warning.

“Feel good?” You heard him say in a low, husky voice, suspensefully closer to your ear. You felt stirring heat shoot straight to your lower abdomen. You could smell the pure sweat and testosterone oozing from his body and you felt like you could get high off of it with how lightheaded it was making you.

“Heh, yeah. Maybe I should have stretched more.” You found yourself leaning into the touch, not realizing the intimacy of it all. He started rubbing small circles with his thumb on your bare arm, still looming behind you like a predator. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife.

“Maybe we should call it quits for today.” You could feel his hands leave you and you wanted to cry from the loss of the delicious sensation. “Let’s go eat.” You internally fumed at the feline, feeling like he was just playing with his food. Stupid cat.

- - - - - - - - - -

On Saturday after your shift, it was around eight at night and you were more than happy to get home and get in an early sleep. However, when you gently opened the door to your flat, your eyes were scarred beyond repair. Chan and some random girl - as naked as the day they were born - were sucking face on the couch. They obviously hadn’t heard you enter because the chick was still riding Chan’s dick like her life depended on it. Your cheeks flushed with unparalleled embarrassment and you immediately turned around and gently shut the door behind you. You would rather sleep anywhere else than interrupt that mess.

You shivered slightly from the cooling weather (and partly from what you just witnessed) and thought of where you could go. Jisung and Jeongin shared a room in the university dorms as well as Changbin and Hyunjin. Seungmin still lived with his parents so that only left Minho. Of fucking course. Why does it have to be Minho? You groaned as you pulled out your phone.

“What's up?” Minho mumbled on the other line sounding like he’s eating something.

“Hey, I have a favor to ask of you.”

“If it involves heights, it's a hard pass.”

“No I nee– wait, you’re afraid of heights? Awww what an adorable little kitty.” You mockingly cooed at him.

“Yeah yeah, I’m a scaredy cat, I get it, I get it. What’s the favor?” You heard him take another bite.

“Well, I just witnessed the most horrifying scene I’ve ever seen in my life. I don’t think I’ll be able to burn it out of my memory for as long as I live.” You knew you were being dramatic, but this particular occasion called for it.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Worry colored his voice and your heart swelled. Damn you, don’t be sweet to me.

You lightly chuckled. “It depends on what you classify as being ‘okay’. I just found Chan and some chick butt-ass naked on our couch fucking their brains out.”

“Awh nasty, not cool, hyung.” There was the faded voice of Jisung in the background saying ‘hell yeah, get it hyung!’

Your heart sank. “Oh shoot, you have Ji over, sorry! I’ll just ask someone else.”

“Wait–” He halted you, slightly choking on the food he was swallowing. “What did you need?”

You sighed dejectedly. “I was trying to find a different place to sleep tonight and you’re the only person who has a couch I can crash on.”

“Well Ji was just about to leave, actually.” You could hear a faint ‘No I was n–’ and a thud, followed by an ‘ow!’. For your own sanity, you pretended you didn’t notice the background exchange so your brain wouldn’t break from over processing.

“I don’t want to impose.” You said politely, only half meaning it because, let’s be real, you were really desperate.

“No imposition at all, come on over. I even have a spare toothbrush if you want it.”

Before you knew it you had already started walking. “You’re a fucking saint, I owe you Min. Just text me the address.”

Luckily, the bus stop next to your condo was a direct line to Minho’s apartment. You knew you had the right building when you saw his bike parked in the lot next to the complex. You knocked on the door tentatively, hoping it was the right flat and you heard rustling on the other side. Once the door swung open, you were met with a disheveled and panting Jisung.

“Do I want to know why you look utterly fucked out?”

Minho blushed as he walked up, looking the same as Jisung. “I just had Ji help me clean up real quick, my flat was a landfill.”

“Dude, I’m the one that’s barging in at nine at night. I already feel bad enough springing this on you, let alone subjecting you two to last minute spring cleaning.” You stepped inside as they gestured for you to come in.

“Like I said before, it’s no problem.” Minho looked down at you with a contagious smile.

“Well I really need to get home and do… things? Dishes? Yeah, dishes. See you guys later!” And with that, Jisung was out the door and it was just you and Minho. Shit this was a bad idea. Your stomach turned with nervousness. You’d been alone with him before, but you felt a lot more tense when you were alone with him in his private living space.

“Want something to drink? I have… water and… water? *heh* Oh! And gin.” He started walking toward the kitchen.

“Ew, who the fuck drinks gin?”

He shrugged. “No one, but I have it nonetheless.”

You sauntered inside behind him and took in your surroundings. One bedroom and one bathroom on the wall on your right, and the space that stretched out on your left first held a kitchen. Small, but big enough to have counter space and an island. The far wall had two small windows with a TV setting between them, sitting atop a simple, long coffee table. The couch stood a few feet from the island behind it, leaving just enough room between the TV and the couch and couch to the island to squeeze through comfortably.

Overall, it was probably only slightly larger than your apartment in Australia. “Why the hell not, I need my mind to escape Chan’s fucked out image from my head anyway.”

“A well deserved reason.”

“By the way, where are your cats? I wanted to meet them!” You walked over and took a seat on the couch, searching for them as Minho brought over two glasses of ice and a large bottle of Tanqueray.

“Back at home in Gimpo, I can't afford a place big enough for them yet.” You silently nodded your head, slightly sad you wouldn’t get to meet them. “Maybe I can take you there some time to meet them, mom’s a really good cook.” Your mind went haywire and as you looked over, his expression is extremely blasé. Calm the fuck down, your just like any of the rest of the guys in the group, no need to make it weird.

After the drinks started flowing and you two conversated about shit-all on the couch, you started to get less tense. “Uhk this stuff is disgusting, but I think I’m starting to get used to it.” You took another gulp of gin with a disgusted face.

“No shit Sherlock, that’s your third– no, fourth glass tonight.” There was that melodic laugh again that made warmth shoot up your spine.

“Well you’re not any better, you thirsty little kitty!” You coo at him and pinched his cheek that was reddening to match his ears. He didn’t protest like you thought he would though, he just froze and stared into your eyes with a fond expression. Your heart started beating fast and the nice, air conditioned apartment started feeling extremely hot.

The moment of silence made you clear your throat before speaking. “So, um, your apartment… it’s really nice.”

“Heh, yeah right, this place is a shithole. I’m just living here so I can save money.”

“No really!” You flushed from your suddenly loud outburst. “This place is ten times better than the flat I lived in back in Australia, and that was a one bed, one bath too.”

“One bedroom? Did you share the room with your parents?” He looked dumbfounded.

“Ew, GOD NO. I slept on the couch most nights. Some nights I would just go to Chan’s when my parents needed me gone for a day or two.”

“Needed you gone?” His expression turned from dumbfounded, to outright bewildered. This was when you realized that the alcohol had gotten to the point again where your mouth would blab out words without allowing you think about them first.

“Oh… yeah… But that’s why I don’t mind a night away from my flat, sleeping on the couch is no stranger to me.” You chuckled and tried to sound lighthearted to relieve the tension in the air, to no avail. His face fell. Shit, you let too much slip again.

He stared at you with two black pools of eyes, holding galaxies in each one. His expression was indiscernible. The air was knocked from your lungs while looking at his gorgeous face, flushed with alcohol. His eyes sank down to your lips just like last time during karaoke, but this time, they lingered there. Your eyes flit to his too, taking in his plump bottom lip, overlapped with the steep incline of his upper lip that tapered up to two round peaks at the center.

You wanted to blame the alcohol, the lack of sleep, the hard day’s work, anything. But really you just wanted to see what he tasted like, felt like. Apparently he had the same thoughts as your lips gently collided with one another with just a whisper of a kiss. It was sweet, humble really. Until it wasn’t.

Once his hand reached up to cup your face, you tilted your head to deepen the kiss. You flung your arms around his neck, one hand running through his fiery hair, and the other caressing his back. You could feel the hand on your cheek slide its way down to your neck as his other hand took purchase on your waist. His tongue sneaked out to gently seek out your bottom lip and you eagerly allowed its entrance, exploring and tasting each other’s mouths freely. He tasted like alcohol and something sweet that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He smelt like heaven with his earthy and citrus scent as you felt fire run down your abdomen and both of your breaths started to get heavy.

You pressed closer to him, chests touching and bodies turned to face each other on the couch, knees interlocking. The kiss started to get hungrier as you ran your fingers through his hair, giving soft little tugs. His hands traveled from your waist to your hips, feeling his fingers on your skin where your shirt was riding up. His hands felt like fire and you relished in the intoxicating sensation.

You had abandoned all better judgment when you sat up to straddle Minho, lips never breaking contact. Your kisses began to get sloppy and he groaned as he moved from your lips to your jaw, to your ear, and to your neck. Oh god, yes. You gasped at the light sucking you felt on your pulse point. You instinctively pulled yourself closer, wanting more, needing more, moving from his lap to being flush against him. Also flush against… something else…

You were probably soaking in your panties as you felt the bulge beneath his jeans. Against all reason, your body naturally grinded against it. Both of you moaned in tandem and your head flew back in ecstasy, giving him better access to your neck. His gentle sucking turned into wet, open-mouthed kisses that trailed further and further down.

You knew that you should probably stop, but it all felt too delectable to even consider that. Your nerves were vibrating from the feeling of his tongue and hands against you. You wanted to feel him everywhere. You couldn’t find the will to stop grinding your sensitive clit over his erection, making you ever wetter and the bulge ever harder. The both of you were a panting mess and the sounds of obscene moans filled the room as you grinded faster. “M-Min–” You could start to feel the warmth of his hands travel up your back under your shirt and you keened . “M-more…” You could feel his shaky hands act upon your whispered words as he started to fumble with the clasp of your bra…

The loud sound of the vibration of your phone on the table made the both of you jump and look at each other in realization of your current position. You flew off of his lap as if he were made of fire and looked at your phone. Chan .

“Oh fuck, he’s probably wondering where I’m at.” You ran your hand through your disheveled hair.

“O-oh y-yeah… go ahead, I’ll, um… I’ll go get some things together for you...” Minho stumbled into his room and closed the door in a rush.

You took a shaky breath and pressed your palm to the beading sweat on your forehead. It took a second for you to collect yourself and answer. “H-hey Channie.”

“Where the fuck are you? I’ve been worried sick!” He sounded mad, but you knew it was just because he had been overthinking your safety again.

“I’m at Min’s place, I… um… saw that you had someone over so I’m staying with him for tonight.” Silence followed.

Followed by more silence.

“Hello–?” You’d wondered if you lost connection.

“What did you… *ahem* see exactly?” He sounded terrified.

“Oh nothing much…” A sigh of relief from the other end. “Just your disgusting naked ass on our couch with some chick riding your dick like she was late on her rent.” You stated matter-of-factly, knowing he was probably dying on the inside.

“Noooo, fuck! Shit, Kiyomi, I’m so sorr–”

“Please, Chan, it’s fine. Having roommates doesn’t mean you have to hold back on getting your dick wet.”

“Ew.”

“Don’t ‘ew’ me! Your not the one who had to see your best friend fucking on your damn sofa! Which, by the way, gross . I expect you to disinfect that thing immediately.”

“I know hun, I’m sorry… I didn’t mea–” He sounded absolutely ashamed of himself.

“I know, I know. It’s done with, just fuck on your own bed in the future please?” You rolled your eyes even though you knew he couldn’t see it.

“Of course, Kiyomi. I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

“Damn straight you will.”

“So are you coming home now or staying there?” He sounded apprehensive and the previous actions between you and Minho flit through your mind.

“Chan, it’s like, what, eleven at night? No way I’m going home at this hour.” You said as you looked at the time on your phone.

“Yeah, you do sound pretty exhausted.”

“Work and drinking a fifth a bottle of gin will do that to you. Gross, I know.” You obviously hadn’t completely sobered up yet either because you had no idea why you said that.

“Wait, the two of you are drinking?” He started to sound like a riled up father-figure. Why were you not surprised?

“Calm down Chan. It’s Min we’re talking about here, he’s fine.” More than fine. Wait. Stop thinking these things stupid fucking brain!

“Yeah I guess you’re right, just make sure you’re getting plenty of sleep okay?”

“Okay.”

“And don’t forget to drink plenty of water and brush your teeth.”

“Okay! Okay! I get it mom .” You muttered at him with a condescending tone.

“Good… Well… love you sis. I’ll see you tomorrow, kay?”

“Kay, love you too. G’night Channie.”

“Good night little Kiyomi.” You smiled to yourself as the call ended, heart warmed with affection for your best friend.

You were dragged back down to reality as you heard a small clearing of a throat behind you. You braced yourself for the worst as you turned around to face him. He was holding a towel, some clothes, and a toothbrush stacked in a neat pile.

“Everything cool?” He mustered up the courage to talk.

“Yeah, I told him to clean up whatever…” You shivered in disgust.”... mess they made and now he owes me.” You said with a smug smile. You walked up and grabbed the stack of items in his hands. “Thanks.” You tried to make a beeline for the shower but he stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, um, sorry about… earlier… I think we both just had too much to drink.” He chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his neck. “I really hope things won’t be weird between us now.” Your heart ached with these words, wanting to erase any uncertain feelings.

“Of course it’ll be weird. But we are always weird so it comes with the territory right?” You joked to try and ease the tension. He still locked eyes with you with a nervous expression. You sighed and put a friendly hand on his own that was still placed on your shoulder, making him go rigid. “Don’t worry Min. We’re friends, no drunken mistake is going to change that.” Mistake, that’s all it was, a mistake. You internally tried to drill that into your brain. “It’s only weird if we make it weird, right?”

You felt him physically relax under your hand. “Right…”

“Cool, I'm go gonna get ready for bed and use all of your hot water. Good night!” You said with a convincing lilt of your voice.

“Heh, good night little mouse.” You could feel your face flush and you quickly turned to lock yourself in the bathroom before he saw.

You took an almost painfully hot shower and attempt to overpower the heat in between your legs as your mind unintentionally floated back on yours and Minho’s… encounter earlier. You tried to escape the thoughts as you got changed into Minho’s clothes. You tried to escape the thoughts as you brushed your teeth. You tried to escape them as you walked out to fall asleep on the couch. It was almost working, until you rounded the back of the couch to be met with the beautiful, fiery haired man that had been plaguing your mind, clad in nothing but some tattered sweatpants and sprawled along the length of the sofa.

You, once again, stared in awe at his beautiful naked and sculpted torso and had to shake yourself back to reality. “What’re you doing, Minnie? I want to go to sleeeeep.” You whined and nudged the arm that was holding his phone up to his face.

His eyes flicked over to his clothes that you’re wearing and then back at his phone as he responded. “You’re not sleeping on any damn couch ever again. Take the bed, the sheets are clean.”

You got slightly annoyed. “Damnit Minho, I told you that I’m perfectly fine with the couch. Now move your ass!”

He glared back at you. “Make me.”

Make him? God, he was being such a child. You played his little game and grabbed him by his ankles to swing them off the couch, but he didn’t budge an inch. You could see his thigh muscles clench beneath his pants so he could plant himself into the cushions. “Ugh! Minho!” You sat on top of him and tried to squeeze your butt in between Minho and the back of the couch, attempting to roll him off of it. He started laughing heartily at your struggling attempts.

“Tsk, you’re so stubborn.” You heard him mutter before he rolled out from under you and grabbed your wrists. Before you knew it, he was hiking you up over his shoulder like a ragdoll and carried you to the bedroom.

“Minho! What the hell?!” You threw tiny fists at his back but couldn’t stop the giggles that were bubbling up in your chest. You suddenly felt that same warmth in between your legs at the prospect of being manhandled as he pulled back the covers and threw you on the bed, wrapping you tightly into the sheets.

“Stay.” He pointed at you like an owner training his dog. You glared and poked your tongue out at him. Seeing as you weren’t trying to get up, he smiled. “Good girl.” A shiver wrecked your body from hearing the words. Go straight to hell, Lee Minho . He proudly walked out the door and gently shut it behind him, leaving you alone in the darkness, buried in his scent.

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Fortunately, things weren’t super awkward between the two of you after that. Yes there were times where physical contact was followed by blushing faces and study sessions where the two of you were alone seemed a bit... tense. But other than that, everything was completely fine. More than fine actually. And it seemed Chan had noticed as well.

“What’s going on between you and Minho?” The two of you were snuggled up under the blankets on the couch one Monday before bed, watching a classic anime you both loved when Chan questioned you out of the blue.

“W-what do you mean?” You nervously chuckled, being thrown completely off guard.

“I mean that you two seem to be getting pretty close lately.” He eyed you suspiciously.

“Channie.” You laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I’ve already told you, you don’t have to be jealous, hun. You will forever be the top spot amongst my friends.” You exaggerated your consolation.

He rolled his eyes at you and shrugged off your hand. “That’s not what I mean, Kiyomi. You two just…” You looked at him more intensely, scanning his features for a hint at what was going through his mind. “...I mean, okay. For example, he told me he was worried about you and your family situation. He obviously means something more to you if you are telling him about that shit.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief. “He said that?” He nodded in a demeanor that screamed ‘well duh’. “You didn’t tell him anything did you?”

“No, he didn’t ask.”

“Good.” You replied immediately. “I might have told him about my ‘couch’ situation growing up due to idle chatter and a dizzying amount of alcohol, but that’s it. I don’t ever want our friends to know more than that. I’d rather that life be dead and gone.” He sighed and held your hand.

“I know, hun. I know. I just want to protect you. I trust all of our friends unconditionally, so when it comes to anyone else, I don’t think you are quite ready for any… commitments yet. I don’t want you to feel backed into a corner ever again.”

You pulled your hand from his grasp. “What do you mean commitments?”

He looked at you like you had taken away his puppy. “I- I just mean I don’t think you’re ready for any kind of relationshi–”

“Channie, please. I know what I am and am not ready for. Are you seriously telling me not to date?” You huffed and looked away with a disbelieving smile.

He glowered at you and his voice became more stern. “No, I’m just saying that you shouldn’t tread in unknown waters. People are dangerous–”

“Oh please, drop the whole ‘father figure’ act, Chan. I can protect myself.” You started to feel hot steam rise up in your ears, ready to burst.

“Y/N, you are defenseless when I’m not with you and are nowhere near experienced enough to make that judgme–” His harsh voice popped your self control like a bubble.

“Oh, inexperienced because I’m a virgin? Or defenseless because I was almost raped? Which one is it Chan? Because as I see it, I am still older than you. My ‘defense’ comes from my willingness to attack a fully grown drug dealer and my ‘experience’ comes from years of hard work and intuition. Not just from getting someone's dick shoved in me, not Minho’s or whoever the fuck else’s you think I’m slutting around for.” You felt hot tears run down your face that you quickly wiped away. “Stop trying to baby me, Chan. If I want to date, I’m going to date. If I want to fuck around, I will fuck around. Whatever it is, it’s none of your goddamn business!”

You stood up and marched to your room. “Y/N, get back h–!” You slammed your door behind you before he could get in another word. You were fuming. Why did he always have to act like he was the big brother? Why in the world should your love life be dictated by what your past experiences were? And why the fuck did he have to bring Minho into that conclusion?

An image flashed through your mind as if to answer that last question. An image that was completely unwelcome while you were this heated and riled up. An image consisting of you and said redhead drunkenly grinding on his couch in your sploosh-drenched panties. All other thought processes flew out of your mind like dandelion seeds as more obscene images continued to invade your thoughts. You shook your head to try and get rid of them, although they were definitely more welcome than the encounter you just had with Chan.

You decided to start up a hot bath in hopes of relaxing all of the tension buzzing around in your body. However, as you sunk into the much needed seamy pool of water, your mind drifted back to Minho. Why was he so infuriating? It’s my mind, I should at least have control over that. He had no right to make himself a home there, rent free even! You huffed in annoyance and closed your eyes, trying to think of the sudsy water surrounding you.

You tried to meditate on your slow, controlled breaths. Listening to the foam of the bubbles dissipating in little crackling noises. Feel the warmth of the water encasing your legs, thighs, hips. Hips . His hands were even hotter than the water you were currently soaking in. The hands that ran over your neck, your waist, your hips, and under your shirt up your back.

Fucking Chan. If only Chan hadn’t called, you would finally find out what Minho felt like in other areas. You subconsciously dipped your hand down to your aching core, flicking the pad of your thumb over the sensitive bead of your clit. You let yourself be swallowed by pleasure as you felt your mind wander. Fuck it.

Could he have been thinking of going further too? He had been working on your bra, so you had a pretty good guess as to where it was leading. Your unoccupied hand snaked up your torso to rest on your breast, tweaking the red bud at the tip and rolling it between your fingers. You let out a long sigh. His hands would have held them so much better than you could. The rubbing on your clit took you back to the feeling of you grinding it against his rock-hard bulge. You added a bit more pressure to your efforts and let your imagination run rampant.

You envisioned yourself being pressed against his silky sheets and imagined being touched where you most wanted him. You let the finger that was circling your clit glide down in between your folds. You moaned as you entered yourself, imagining all the while that it was him entering you, curving right up into your sweet spot. Staring down at you with that intimidating gaze and those long, dark eyelashes that fanned over his cheeks. Drinking in your moans as if to quench his undying thirst. Ramming hard into you faster and faster and faster until you were cumming. And you were cumming.

Your body went rigid through your orgasm, then completely limped overall as you came down from your high. You could call it ‘post-nut clarity’ or whatever, but you wanted Minho. You wanted one of your close friends more than you’ve ever wanted anyone. And that scared the shit out of you.

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It was a few days after your’s and Chan’s fight and you still refused to discuss it with him. You knew it was childish, but you were too proud to say anything until he apologized. So here you sat, completely devoid of all emotions in your art class next to Lee Minho, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

It was Thursday and the two of you had finished your individual assignments, yours being a self portrait and his being an abomination of a drawing of a cat. Or as he liked to call it ‘Lee-caso’s latest and greatest masterpiece’. The professor bathed the room in darkness as she projected a film of some sort of historical piece of art or whatever, and you could see Minho lean into you from your peripheral vision.

“Hey little mouse.” A shiver ran down your spine as you felt the blow of the warm whisper coming from his lips.

You leaned in closer as well, keeping your head facing forward so as to not arouse suspicion from the professor (and so you wouldn’t have to face him at this proximity). “You know you sound extremely creepy when you say that? Especially while whispering?”

He chuckled and you could swear you could hear a darkness behind it. You stiffened as he leaned in even closer. “Would you rather me whisper something else, Kiyomi?” Fuck… Shut the fucking fuck up… fucker.

White hot pumping started to feel painfully evident in your veins and you felt your ears burning bright red, hoping he, and Jeongin across the table, wouldn't notice. You jabbed your elbow at him in annoyance. “What do you want, Min?”

“I just wondered if you were going to Seungmin’s new place tomorrow night? I know you’re not working and he wanted us all to stay the night and get shit-faced to celebrate the liberation from his parents.”

You tore your gaze from the front of the room to face him, suffocatingly close. “A-all of us are going?”

He flashed a crooked smile at you. “Yeah, you in?”

For some stupid ass reason your stomach was doing somersaults and you wanted to dunk your head in an ice bath from how heated you were. Why the fuck did this infuriating, beautiful piece of meat affect you so much? Stupid piece of meat.

You knew it wasn't not his fault, not really. He was only being himself, even if it wasn't at all fair that his natural self looked like a goddamn masterpiece every time you saw him. “For sure, I could definitely go for a little inebriation right now.” More than a little really.

“Cool, I’ll let him know. Oh, and you won’t see me for tutoring today or in class tomorrow ‘cause I have plans and an appointment during those times.”

“Oh, okay cool, what appointme–” You were cut off by the flickering of the lights being switched on and the professor announcing the dismissal of class.

“See you at Seungmin’s, Kiyomi.” Minho pinched your cheek briefly and jet straight out of class without another word. You cursed at yourself when even that tiniest touch affected you.

“You okay, noona? You’re looking kind of red.” You had an internal breakdown from Jeongin’s observation.

“Nah I’m fine, Innie. Just kind of hot in here.” Thankfully he just nodded his head and walked with you out of class. Whew, dodged that bullet.

That tutorless night was filled with you locking yourself in your room, away from Chan.

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#lee know smut #lee know x reader #lee know fanfic #minho smut #kpop smut #stray kids smut #kpop imagines #skz smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz imagines #stray kids fanfic #skz scenarios #lee know x female reader

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