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Can't Get Enough: Jeongin x Male!Reader

Pairing: Yang Jeongin x Male!Reader | Side Pairings: OT8 x Male!Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff | Au: idol!verse, Idol!au

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Word Count: 8k

Summary: Discovering a secret kink of Jeongin's, it ends up being the only thing you think about all day. Luckily for you, Jeongin can't stop thinking about it either.

Tags: polyamory, polycule, femboy!jeongin, semi-public sex, mutual masturbation, rough sex, spanking, sex toys, anal beads, anal sex, handjobs, voyeurism, filming stuff, dirty talk, thigh riding, cumming swallowing, cum eating, creampie, cumming inside, unprotected sex, top!reader, bottom!jeongin.

Disclaimer: This work is completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of Stray Kids in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you.

Taglist: @belladonna6-6-6 @james-is-here @onementally-unstabel-kid @omg-lexiloveyou, (if you want to be tagged, just let me know <3)

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You truly hadn’t meant to walk in on him again. Seungmin told you the van would be picking you up soon, and you wanted to check on Jeongin. While Seungmin drank coffee and ate a small breakfast, you’d gone to his room just to see him. You never expected to find him like this.

“YN?”

You winced when he said your name. 

“YN, come on, dude. I know you’re there,” Jeongin giggled. 

Carefully, you opened his door and stood awkwardly in front of him. A plethora of explanations ran through your head. Everything in you tried ignoring the fact that Jeongin stood in nothing but a pair of cotton panties. White with a pink bow under the navel, they clung to his hips and shaped his ass nicely. He adjusted the panty lines in front of his mirror, fixing it on him as you walked in. Your eyes scanned over his fit body. You saw the lines of his collarbone and chest; he had a lightly defined abdomen that you’d seen tense in his orgasms. He was a jaw-dropping sight. You found it hard to look anywhere else; how could you when the vision of him brought on so many filthy images? As if the wood in your shorts wasn’t already becoming noticeable. 

“What do you think?” he teased, swishing his hips so you saw his ass shake slightly. 

“They look nice on you,” you saw, trying not to focus on how thin they were. “I, um…Yeah, they’re nice.”

“Changbin-hyung bought them for me,” he grinned, checking himself out in the mirror. “I wanted to wear them today.” 

“I didn’t know you wore girls’ underwear.”

“I don’t talk about it a lot. I like keeping it to myself,” he shrugged. “It’s a special little secret.”

“That the other members know about too, I’m sure.”

“And now you,” he looked at you in the mirror. You saw him contemplate something before he said, “They make me feel pretty. I like how they feel on my body.” 

“I never would’ve guessed this about you,” you admitted. “You’re usually so…conservative around others.”

“I don’t like being obvious about it,” he said. “I like to leave something to the imagination, you know? It’s sexy.” He turned around, breathtaking and effortlessly arousing. “I didn’t really dress in underwear that much until I joined the group. Chan really makes this a safe space for us to indulge in what we like.” He then asked, “Do you like femboys?”

“I like the idea of them,” you confessed. “I’ve seen a porno or two with a femboy in them. I never actually slept with anyone who liked that sort of thing though.”  

“Hm, good to know,” he said thoughtfully, then grabbed a pair of boxers. “I’m going to be playing a girl today, so I guess the underwear can help me get into character. Do you know what part you’re playing?”

“They mentioned something about being Jisung and Seungmin’s older brother?” you said, vaguely remembering the group text management sent about the SKZ Family episode you’d be doing today. “I’m still a bit fuzzy about it.” 

“Don’t worry, they’ll explain it better when we get there,” he laughed, sliding the boxers over the panties. 

You thought about it being a skirt instead of shorts. The thought of feeling up underneath Jeongin’s skirt turned you on more than it should. “What if I look stupid?”

“You won’t look stupid and if you do, then so do the rest of us because these things can get crazy. If anything, you’ll be the most normal one,” he laughed, pulling on his cargo shorts. “If you’re ever curious about panties, I don’t mind letting you borrow some of mine. I have this pair with little pandas on it that I think you’d like. Though,” he smirked, “They might be tight with that python between your legs.” 

“I’m not that big,” you laughed shyly. 

“Hyunjin says his guts haven’t been the same since you rearranged them on comeback night,” he sifted through shirts on his bed. “I hope you do the same to me sometime,” he winked at you, then had the nerve to blush and giggle about it. “Maybe after the shoot, I can wear the outfit home and we can make our own Chuseok tradition?”

“Jeongin,” your cheeks heated up at the thought of it, “Wow, um…”

“Like you aren’t thinking about it right now,” he laughed at your bashful face. He picked out a shirt and pulled it over his head. “I’m just saying,” he walked past you, “I wouldn’t say no, you little pervert.” He winked, and left the room.  

You stood stunned in his bedroom, unsure how to react to Jeongin’s secret. Simply knowing he wore women’s underwear under his boxers started a slew of dirty images. Walking out of the room, you went into the bathroom and turned on the cold water faucet. You forced thoughts of Jeongin sitting on your bed in a skirt out of your head. It’s something you didn’t consider until Jeongin wore those panties in front of you. You always held the belief that a person should be open minded when it came to sex. Unless a particular kink is a hard-stop/no-go for someone, trying new things doesn't hurt. You hadn’t lied when you said you dabbled in it through the internet, but you never slept with anyone who liked that kind of thing. It did leave you feeling conflicted: Jeongin isn’t a girl, yet you’re attracted to him in girls’ clothes. You’ve never liked women in a sexual or romantic way, even as a boy growing up. 

Perhaps you’d try it. 

Perhaps not. 

You finished your morning routine right when the van came to pick you up. The other members already inside, you, Seungmin and Jeongin took the back row. The grogginess of the morning lingered over the group. Hardly anyone spoke to each other, looking at their phones or listening to music on the way there. You had no idea how far your destination was, but you anticipated a long ride. As usual, your attention continuously fell on Chan, who sat in the seat diagonal to you. His hair a messy bed of curls, you knew when stylists finished with him, he’d have them straightened out. You preferred his natural curls. They must be so soft, slipping through your fingers easily. You liked how they fell in front sometimes, landing right over his eyebrows and above his lovely eyes. He’d mentioned getting a haircut soon, which you’d wanted to protest. Not before you’ve had a chance to tug on them. 

A text message pulled you from your thoughts, and you saw it was from Jeongin, who sat beside you. 

‘Could you be any more obvious about it? Lol’

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

‘Your crush on Chan.’ 

‘I don’t have a crush.’

‘Yeah, right. I bet you’d wear panties for him if he asked.’

‘No, I wouldn’t.’ You probably would, but you’d never say that out loud. ‘Don’t they bother you after a while?’

‘No. I wear comfy ones that fit me. Why? Worried they might not come off easy later? Hahahahaha’

You gazed out the window to avoid biting your lower lip. No, you won’t give in this time. Not so easily. They had not been kidding when they claimed to be a horny bunch. Just the other night, you overheard your roommates banging each other. The night before that, Seungmin brought Felix to the apartment and you heard them too. It left you a whimpering, needy mess every time, since they did nothing to hide it from you. You knew you could join without question, but you enjoyed listening. Your imagination cooked up such lovely images from the sounds alone. Jeongin’s whining moans coming through the walls made you think of him bent over again, clutching his sheets and eyes squeezed shut; the banging headboard had you picturing how hard Seungmin was going. Felix’s low, throaty groans mingling with Seungmin’s higher ones brought on pictures of the lithe blond riding him. Why join when you can lay in bed, dick in hand, listening instead? 

‘Did you get rid of it?’ Jeongin’s next message read. 

‘Get rid of what?’

‘Your wood from earlier. I didn’t want to say anything and make you feel uncomfortable.’

‘I just splashed some cold water on myself. It usually does the trick.’ 

‘Shame. This ride would’ve gone by faster. I can’t stop thinking about what it looked like poking through your shorts. Not too hard, but enough to slide in my mouth.’

You gulped and kept staring out the window. 

‘Dirty talk turns you on, huh? It’s like your dick is voice activated lmao’

‘It’s not.’

‘All the times you’ve listened to Seungmin-hyung and I having sex says something else. Do you like just watching and listening?’

‘Sometimes.’ 

‘You and Chan-hyung really are compatible then lol he likes watching too.’ Another message then read, ‘Would you like to watch me jerk off later? I can wear a skirt and these thigh-high socks I have. I promise you’ll enjoy it.’ 

You tried covering your boner with your bag. You really should play harder to get, but how can you when they tease you so effortlessly? A lump formed in the base of your throat picturing Jeongin in that exact position. With shaky fingers, you typed back a message. 

‘Would you use toys?’ 

In the corner of your eye, you saw Jeongin smile. ‘If you want. I have a few you can choose from.’ He then added, ‘I like using these beads Seungmin-hyung bought me once. They vibrate and I can take it all the way to the end. You can put them in my ass and use the remote. It feels so good stroking myself while they’re buzzing in my ass.’ He let out a small giggle, ‘You’re hard, aren’t you?’ 

‘No,’ you wrote back, but did not appear very convincing. 

‘I am. I’ve been horny for a bit, but couldn’t do much about it before. We can fix our situations together. I’d like to see you stroke that snake in your boxers.’ 

‘It’s not that big. I don’t know who started that. Besides, it’d be hard to get away with so many people around.’ 

‘A little risk is always fun.’

You coughed softly when you turned to see Jeongin with a hoodie over his lap. Seungmin had fallen back asleep, head against the window, and everyone else stared forward. Slowly, Jeongin pulled his zipper down over the bump pushing against it, and stuck his hand inside. You gulped the saliva forming in your mouth when he withdrew his cock, the length growing harder the longer he touched himself. Jeongin, completely silent, focused on his hand as he stroked. You took in the shape and length of him. It reminded you of comeback night, when you saw it swinging in time with Changbin’s thrusts. You pictured it's done the same the past two times you’ve overheard him. The restraint Jeongin put on himself had him shaking in his seat. You could tell he wanted to writhe and push his hips forward; you knew he wanted to lean his head back, moan out into the air. It’d be such a pretty sight. 

‘Your dick is really nice,’ you wrote to him, seeing the chat still open on his phone. The device shook in his hand, but he read it easily enough. ‘I bet it looks even nicer when it’s lubed up in your hand and you have those beads inside. I could cum thinking about that alone.’ 

Jeongin mouthed out a soft ‘fuck’ and moved faster. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Underneath your bag, you pulled down your sweatpants to show him your own package. He melted in his seat at your erection, mouth open as if asking for it to be in his mouth. The two of you sat there in the van, jerking off next to one another, content to watch each other instead of touching. You kept looking at the wet cock in Jeongin’s hand, precum slipping through his fingers easily as it squeezed tightly. You thought about all the things you could do to Jeongin now and later. The desperation hit you out of nowhere, this orgasm punching you in the gut as you came all over your hand. Jeongin’s climax came after yours, his free hand trembling with his phone pressing into his knee. Thin, translucent streaks spilled onto his slender fingers when he squeezed around it. 

You had no idea how you planned to clean yourself off before Jeongin handed you a tissue packet. He gave you a cheeky smile through deep breaths, and began carefully wiping himself down. You copied him, deciding to stuff the remains in your bag and deal with them later. 

‘I feel so much better,’ Jeongin wrote to you, clearly in a haze of calmness after his orgasm. ‘Don’t you?’

‘Yeah. Much better.’ 

When the van pulled up to a house, everyone climbed out and headed inside. Walking on wobbly legs, you did your best to appear normal. Somehow, Jeongin had no problem with this. All he did was kiss your cheek, then follow everyone inside. The Chuseok special would be a SKZ Family episode. You’d gotten familiar with the concept by watching the previous episodes, but you knew you’d be thrown into the mix now. 

“You’re Han and Seungmin’s older brother,” the producer told you as you got into your makeup chair. “The successful one who doesn’t come to family gatherings because he’s busy, but still sends his parents gifts every holiday.”

“So a bad son who thinks he can make up for his absence with gifts?” you guessed, earning laughs from the other members. 

“Exactly,” he said. “What we want you to do is be the cool older ladies man. You know, flirting with the female family members, being close to them, etc, even despite what your brothers tell you.”

“Gosh, I sound awful,” you chuckled, sitting still as the stylist fixed the makeup. “I don’t know if I can make that work,” you said. “I suck at flirting, and being cool.”

“You’ll pull it off,” Minho insisted from his chair beside you. The stylist had put him in a long brown wig and women’s hanbok, and was now working on his makeup like you. “You’re always so nice. Every nice guy has a bad guy inside them somewhere. Channel that guy.”

“Think of the cool guys in dramas,” said Jeongin, who also wore a long black wig with purple highlights. “Be like them.” 

“I guess I can try.”

“We’ll help you,” he said. “Once you put on your costume, you’ll get into character easier. 

“Remember when we did our office skit?” Minho asked. “You said you’d be a terrible office employee, and then we put you in that sexy suit and suddenly you’re not our little newbie anymore,” he reached over to pinch your cheek, laughing when you swatted him away. “You were our sexy office boy.” 

You supposed they were right. The costume chosen for you happened to be a button shirt underneath a black leather jacket. With the sunglasses you’d be wearing on your head, you’re meant to be the cool uncle ladies love. You’d been standing in front of the mirror, checking out the jacket again, as Jeongin came up beside you. You’ll admit the outfit the stylist chose for him might be considered risky by censor standards. A pleated beige skirt exposed his smooth, slender legs and hugged his petite hips. It was long enough to cover his boxers if he bent down, but you knew under those boxers he wore girls’ underwear. 

“Stays are going to love you like this,” he told you, looking at you in the mirror. “They already make so many thirst edits about you.”

“Oh gosh,” you laughed, “They do?”

“Loads,” he nodded. “Now you’re gonna be strutting around in a black jacket looking all cool and smooth. It’ll kill them.”

“I’m neither cool nor smooth.”

“I think you are,” he said. “You definitely can flirt when you try,” he nudged you with a wink, “But, that usually leads to sex and I don’t think this is a sexual setting this time.”

“I hope not,” you giggled.

“What do you think of the skirt? It’s not too short, is it?” he asked you, swishing it around in the mirror to test it. “I didn’t think they’d put me in a skirt. They normally stick us in long skirts or pants.”

“Maybe they thought it’d complete your look,” you guessed. “You’re supposed to be like the hot younger sister, right?”

“Just the younger sister,” he laughed. “I didn’t realize I was meant to be the hot one.”

“I’d think you were.” 

Producers called you all to the set, and you all made your way through the house to the living room. “I can wear it for you later,” he said once you reached the room, “If you want?”

“I’m…I’m not so sure about that right now.”

“That’s okay,” he said with sincerity. “We can always just have normal sex, if that’s what we end up doing later.” He stepped up to you, touching the zipper of your jacket, “You do know we don’t have to have sex every time you hang out with one of us. Sure, it comes up, but I’d never force you to do things you don’t want. Consent is hot.” 

“Knowing how horny I get around you guys,” you laughed, “It’ll end up happening anyways.” 

“To be fair, we’re pretty horny around you too,” he followed the zipper to your waist. “But, I want you to know it doesn’t have to happen. I like hanging out with you as friends too.” 

Filming began before you could say anything else. They did everyone in pairs first to introduce the different characters. You sat between Jeongin and Changbin, both of them playing the Gen Z sister and the high school jock who is in love with her. It was hard to ignore Jeongin’s legs in the skirt. The soft muscles of his thighs were covered until he crossed his legs, then the fabric fell past his knees. You pictured them in high socks, hugging his thighs and smoothing out his legs. 

“Ah, you’re not gonna get any girls acting desperate like that,” you groaned when Changbin made another flirty attempt. “That was your dad’s problem too.”

“My dad married the prettiest woman in the world,” Changbin defended. “He can’t be that bad.” 

“She married him out of pity,” you replied, arms crossed. “She would’ve married me, but,” you looked over at Jeongin with flirty eyes, “I like to wander.”

The two of them gawked at your words, then bursting into laughter as the scene ended. “Wow,” Jeongin laughed, flipping hair over his shoulder, “I can’t believe you said that!”

“Mr. I’m-Not-Smooth is smooth,” Changbin cackled. 

The other members did their own scenes together before the group shots finally happened. The producers told you that you’d be showing up a minute or two after everyone settled in, playing into your part. So, you stood to the side as the members set up the scene for the audience. You covered your mouth when you laughed at how they all interacted as their characters. It was common for Kpop groups to have variety shows for fans to watch, but Stray Kids’ show was actually entertaining to you. Once everyone sat down and was settled, starting to talk about what their characters had been up to, the producer gave you your cue.

“Hello, everyone,” you said in a cool casual tone, holding the two small gift bags they’d given you as props.

“Ugh, this guy,” scoffed Han. “You’re late.”

“I had stuff to do,” you shrugged. You then eyed Hyunjin, Minho and Jeongin, all dressed as women. “Chuseok really is a season of blessings. I’ve never seen so many beautiful ladies in one place,” you said with a wink. Hyunjin, Minho and Jeongin all pretended to blush, giggling at your comment.

“What a lie,” Seungmin said, “You see ladies everywhere all the time.”

“Not like the ones here,” you said.

“What’s with the gifts?” Han nodded at the bags.

“They’re for our parents, obviously.”

“They’re not here, genius,” Han replied a bit angrily, meant to be the jealous younger brother. “They went away. They went to a water park.”

“Oh right,” you hissed, pinching the bridge of your nose, “They told me they’d be using the water park tickets I bought them.”

“What?” Seungmin asked, wide-eyed. “You bought those tickets?!”

“Uncle, can you buy me water park tickets?” Felix asked, dressed as a girl in a hanbok meant to be three-years-old.

“Me too!” said Chan from his seat at the coffee table, dressed in overalls like a five-year-old. “Uncle, buy them for me!”

“No, for me!”

“No, me!”

“Uncle will buy you both tickets,” you said, putting the bags down and fixing your jacket.

“What a good son and uncle,” Minho complimented, playing with the end of his hair. “My husband should be more like you.”

“Do we get tickets too? We are their mothers, after all,” said Hyunjin, giving a soft smile and heart eyes.

“As long as you wear the appropriate attire,” you walked past them to sit between Changbin and Jeongin. This comment made all the men groan in disbelief, and the women giggle once again.

“There’s kids here, you know,” said Han, gesturing to Chan and Felix. “Don’t talk like that.”

“Talk like what? I’m only saying you have to go to a water park in the right clothes!” you said, trying not to laugh.

“He was like that when he was young too!” said Seungmin, pointing at you and looking at Han. “He had a different girlfriend every week!”

“What a player!” Changbin shook his head.

“You three could take a few pointers from me,” you told them.

“I’m a married man!” Han said, doing his best not to laugh. 

“And how that happened escapes me.” 

“Since it’s been a while since we’ve gathered and we have some new people-some more welcomed than others-” Han added quickly, which you scoffed at, “Let’s have them introduce themselves first.”

Jeongin went first at Minho’s behest. As he introduced his character, Changbin stood behind him making more flirty comments. You took your chance:

“You live in the U.S.?” 

“I do,” he said, flipping hair over his shoulder and smiling. 

“I go there a lot because I have hotels there-”

“-Ugh, here he goes again, Mr. Hotel-” commented Seungmin, rolling his eyes. 

“-We should meet up when we go back.” 

“Stop flirting with my woman!” Changbin cried out, earning more laughter from the others. 

“I’m not your woman,” Jeongin laughed, cheeks a soft pink. “Get away, I don’t like younger guys,” he said, pushing Changbin. 

“You like older guys, huh?” you asked. 

“Yeah,” he answered, nodding and winking at you. 

Changbin went next. You saw another chance when Hyunjin mentioned Changbin wearing a Manchester United team shirt. He claimed to be a Tottenham fan and how they’d beat Manchester United in the last game until Jeongin said:

“So I was really angry.”

“Why?” asked Changbin. 

“Because I’m an MU fan,” he said, playing with his ends. 

At this, Changbin suddenly changed his mind and flashed the sports team’s logo. You said to Jeongin, “You like MU?”

“I do,” he smiled at you. 

“I can get us tickets to a game,” you said, making it up on the spot. “I know some of the players too.” 

“Oh my god, really?” he chuckled, amazed by your boldness. “I’d really like that.” 

“We get it, you’re rich,” said Han, playing up his annoyed jealous brother character well.

“You go up next since you’ve got so much to say,” Seungmin said, motioning to the chair. The two of them scoffed and shook their heads as you strutted past them.

“Hello, I’m YN,” you said once on the chair. “I am Han and Seungmin’s brother, which makes me Hyunjin and Lee Know’s brother-in-law, but,” you smirked, “That title can always change.”

“Wow,” Han elongated the word, “You’re too bold, hyung! Too bold!”

“You own hotels right?” Minho asked, leaning forward and grinning. “All over the world?”

“I do,” you said, fixing your sunglasses on your head. “These two were wasting their time doing whatever it is they do, while I was trying to be successful to take care of my parents in their old age.”

“Psh, whatever,” said Han, crossing his arms and trying not to laugh.

“But, my parents aren’t the only people I can take care of,” you winked at the three “women”. “What are you three doing after this? I know a place.”

“We’ll do whatever you’re doing,” said Hyunjin, giving a soft dreamy sigh.

“Then we’re going to have lots of fun-” 

“-Go sit,” said Han, pointing back to your seat. “Go. You’re finished. This guy…flirting with our wives in front of us.”

“We’re getting divorced,” Minho told you, gesturing to Seungmin and himself. “I thought you should know that.” 

“He shares his love with other women,” said Hyunjin, patting Han’s shoulder.

“You can share your love with-”

“-There are children in the room! Yongbok,” Han looked at Felix, “Go introduce yourself.”

“Yes, yes, honey, go introduce yourself in English,” Minho urged.

Felix sat on the stool and did as instructed, playing the sweet three-year-old that made everyone awe. Then Minho asked him, “Yongbokie, who is your favorite uncle? Uncle Han or Uncle YN?”

“Uncle YN!” Felix smiled excitedly, which made Han groan. “He buys me lots of things and says I’m his favorite.”

“That’s how he wins peoples’ love,” argued Seungmin. “Guy never comes around here, and thinks he can buy nice things for people…”

“No, I’m Uncle YN’s favorite,” argued Chan, who pouted. “Uncle, tell her I’m your favorite.”

“Ah, Channie, you’re my favorite nephew and Yongbokie’s my favorite niece. It’s two different things,” you patted his head as you spoke in a gentle voice.

“Hey, I’m your nephew too!” said Changbin, “And you never give me pocket money or anything.”

“You try too hard,” you answered.

This answer startled Changbin, who looked to the staff behind the camera. “I can get you guys nice things too,” you said to Hyunjin and Minho. “Pretty moms deserve pretty gifts, right?”

“Hey, hey, that’s my wife,” said Han again, trying not to laugh. “You got her right there,” he pointed to Jeongin, “You don’t need my wife. Flirt with her.” 

“Why have one when I can have all three?” you asked with a challenge, stunning the entire room.

“Seungmin!” Han turned to him, “You can go next.”

Seungmin introduced his character, mentioning that he and Minho are getting divorced. You sat quietly for a while, too entertained with what was happening. Your next chance came when Han took the seat, and the running gag of him being unfaithful to Hyunjin came up again. He then said to Minho.

“Lee Know, don’t tell them we met yesterday,” the comment made everyone pause.

“Don’t worry,” Hyunjin bent over and touched your knee, “I’ve met somebody too.”

“Him?!”

“I’m not complaining,” you said. “I always said she should’ve married me.”

“Wow, you guys are really doing this in front of the kids,” said Jeongin, laughing.

“We can always take this somewhere-” you began, playing with the ends of his wig. 

“-Uncle, play the guitar!” said Chan in his child-like voice to Han.

“The guitar?”

“Guitar! Guitar! Guitar!”

Han played a pitiful apology song, and you said to Hyunjin, “You fell for this guy?”

“It was pitiful and beautiful.” 

“Just like his life.”

Filming ended with the nine of you playing games for bragging rights. As you started changing back into your regular clothes, the members couldn't stop themselves from messing with you. 

“‘Why have one when I can have them all?’!” Changbin cackled, “That was the best line!” 

“This guy is bold!” said Han from the front seats, laughing in surprise. “I almost wanted to hit him. He's too good.”

“If music doesn’t work out, hyung, you can be an actor,” said Jeongin, who sat beside you again. “He actually had me blushing!” 

“Me too!” Hyunjin agreed. “I fell in love with him.” 

“You were so cool, hyung,” Jeongin told you, though you heard something else in his voice. “I almost believed you knew MU players and owned nice hotels.”

“I just improvised,” you shrugged, “I thought Stays might like it.”

“They’re definitely going to,” he said. “You could’ve been anything and your fans would love it.”

You finished getting dressed, and went back into the van. Everyone, exhausted from the shoot, either fell asleep or sunk into their own worlds with music. You had been focused on your phone when something warm touched your knee. 

“You really did well today. I really enjoyed the performance you put on for everyone,” Jeongin said in your ear, hand on your knee. “I like the idea of Han’s cool older brother pounding Lee Know’s sister into his mattress.”

“Is this a hint of what you might want later?” you asked. 

“I won’t say no, if you asked,” he replied, fingers tracing circles on your inner knee. The delicate touch made you shudder. “Guys like you drive me crazy.”

“Guys like me?”

“Hot guys with bodies like yours,” he said, sliding his hand up your thigh. “The kind of guys who are strong enough to pin me down and have their way with me,” he gripped your inner thigh gently, “The kind who fuck me however they want…who make me take every inch of their dick whether it’s in my mouth or my ass. When I saw you fucking Hyunjin, I wish I’d been next.” 

“Jeongin,” you let out a soft laugh, “We just did it on the way over here.”

“I’m not doing anything,” he giggled. “I’m only touching. Besides, I don’t want another minibus quickie. I want the full thing when you finally fuck me.” He brushed his lips against your ear as he said, “And don’t worry about being gentle.”

He gave your dick another soft squeeze before letting go completely. You knew you should not give into him so easily. You joined Stray Kids for more than their hot bodies and insatiable sexual appetites. You supposed it might be all the repressed urges you’d felt over the years; the only times you engaged in sex with men was with Jihwan. Since then, you kept your needs to your bedroom late at night. Having a group of men who showed a definite eagerness to touch you sounded too good to pass up. Also, knowing said men enjoyed taking things much farther than basic vanilla made you want it more.  But, you did think about the softer moments as you enjoyed the ride home.

Going shopping with Hyunjin, trying on new clothes and modeling them for one another.

Gaming with Felix whether on Playstation or on your computers at home.

Working out Changbin, who really did make you like lifting weights without having to rail you in the shower afterwards.

Dance practice with Minho, enjoying the music and learning new moves from him; driving around late at night with Han, singing songs at the top of your lungs before parking near the river for long discussions. You liked going to batting ranges with Seungmin, who taught you about baseball and how to swing a bat properly. You visited new parts of town with Jeongin, enjoying each other’s company like friends always do. 

But, your favorite was without a doubt late night walks with Chan. You smiled softly thinking about walking beside him on the streets of Seoul, talking and enjoying the life of the city. He always made you feel so at ease. You could talk about anything with him. Chan became a safe space for you to talk about anything. Yes, you felt the same with the other members, but Chan always stood out no matter what. You thought of every single time you wished he’d kiss you or that you had the courage to kiss him. 

Night time fell by the time you and Jeongin returned home. Seungmin said he’d be spending the night at Felix’s dorm. You carried the suspicion Jeongin mentioned what might happen tonight and Seungmin decided to give you both space. Not that you minded. You didn’t know if you’d be able to handle two lovers right now. 

“Movie?” Jeongin suggested when you entered the dorm, remove your shoes and settle in at home. “I have some saved in my watch list that we can pick from in my room.”

“Fine by me,” you nodded.

The anticipation bubbled in your stomach. When you both settled on his bed, bowl of snacks and two drinks beside you, Jeongin’s body suddenly became real. His weight, his warmth and figure became more apparent than before. A faint scent of the day lingered on him still, and you inhaled it deeper than you intended. . The movie played on, a comedy you’d both meant to watch but never found the time, and you kept thinking about touching him. He’d cuddled close to you, head on your chest and arm draped over your middle, and you wrapped an arm around him. Having him snuggled to your side, hair close to your nose and his ass inches from your hand made it hard to focus on the film at times. 

“That was actually pretty good,” Jeongin said once the movie ended. “I thought it’d be crap, but I liked it.”

“I liked it too,” you told him. In the dim lights from the lamps nearby gave him a soft glow. He’d pulled on a large hoodie and shorts that made him look so comfy. It didn’t help that he changed into a large hoodie and black knee high socks, claiming to feel a chill. “There’s a show I’ve been meaning to check out,” you said, “We can watch the first episode to see if we like it. If it’s shit, then we can just, you know, watch something else.”

“Or do something else.”

His low voice enticed that stirring in your gut. He ran his hand up your chest, feeling between your pecs before bending for a kiss. Half of his body on top of yours, he straddled your thigh and leg. Your lips caressed his slowly, tongues easily rolling around one another. All the arousal from earlier gradually crawled itself down your body to your center, where you felt Jeongin’s thigh lightly brushing you. How could you resist such a willing beauty? Jeongin had a special kind of softness that appealed to the horny demon inside you. Before today, you’d thought about what it’d be like to corrupt that innocence. Yet, you enjoyed the secret kinky boy behind the shy smiles even more. 

Lifting his thigh over your waist, you slid your hand under the pant leg to caress his thigh while he began grinding into you. You groaned together when he slipped his hand under your shirt, bare fingers touching your naked skin in light circles. Your mind memorized the patterns his fingers made towards your nipple, where they circled lightly to tease you.

“God, you’re so hot,” Jeongin chuckled against your lips, kissing you a few more times. “I don’t know how you’re not getting fucked every day.”

“I don’t know either to be honest,” you admitted, sliding your hand up his thigh to his ass. Through the thin shorts, you felt the line of his panties. “That's all I want to do lately.” 

“I personally like scattering it around,” Jeongin said, grinding into your thigh. “If you do it too much, you get bored and you’re never excited for it. And trust me,” he pinched your nipple softly, “I want you to be very excited for me every time.”

“I can’t help but be excited,” you said, going back to kissing him. “You feel so good against me like this. I couldn’t stop thinking about it during the movie,” you gave his ass a soft squeeze. “Ever since we jerked off together on the bus, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Jeongin kept pushing against your leg, whimpering faintly as he grew harder. His lips left yours to go down your jaw to your throat. He took a bit of the flesh in his mouth for a soft suck that added to the pleasure boiling inside you. Your hands slipped underneath his hoodie to his back, sliding up the spine to his shoulders and then back down to his shorts. Jeongin didn’t say anything as you started peeling them off to reveal the white cotton panties underneath. You pulled the cheeks as far as they could go, then started kneading his soft ass. They nearly fit in your hands, which only made it easier to squeeze as you guided him along your thigh. Jeongin then moved from your neck to your chest, kissing and sucking your bare chest in between soft moans. You started returning the favor by kissing up his neck to his ear when he came back up to you. He moaned once you sucked the spot underneath his earlobe.

“Hyung,” he said, pushing his ass into your hands, “I’m getting so fucking horny.”

“I know,” you replied, giving his ass a light tap. “That’s because you’re a slut who's horny all the time, right?”

Jeongin giggled in surprise, “I am for you. Can’t you tell?” he emphasized this by whirling around on your thigh, eyes shutting for a brief moment. “Can’t you tell how horny you make me by doing almost nothing at all?”

“Maybe you should show me,” you suggested. “Take these off,” you tugged at the waistband still around his hamstrings, “And let me see.”

Jeongin shifted around to remove them, and you groaned at the sight in front of you. In an oversized black hoodie, you could still see the cute underwear Changbin bought for him underneath the bottom hem. It hugged around his hips and thighs nicely, but this time they appeared a bit tighter. Through the white material, you saw his cock start pushing against it. Jeongin stayed straddling your thigh as you felt up and down his body. You felt the shape of his torso with one hand, the slim waist that led to his hips and thighs. He didn’t work out loads like Changbin or Chan, but he kept himself fit. It amazed you that all those sleeves and jackets and hoodies covered the gorgeous body from the world. No wonder Stays lost their minds when he wore tank tops. He removed his hoodie next, giving you access to his stomach and chest. In nothing his panties and socks made you even harder. A light pink spread across his cheeks as you admired his body.

“You’re so beautiful,” you said, trailing your fingers to the little satin bow of his panties. “You look so innocent and cute like this.”

“Hyung…”

“Like the pretty girl you dressed up like today,” you tugged on the waistband, but did not pull it down. Not yet. You saw the wet spot near his tip, and you dragged the tip of your finger over it. Jeongin shivered at the singular digit moving around the hardening head and shaft. “You pretended to be so cute and shy when I flirted with you…I wanted to bend you over the ottoman and pound you into it.”

“You can do that to me anytime,” he gasped, starting to ride your thigh again. “Any-Anytime you want.” You felt his balls drag along your thigh, making him more sensitive and aroused. You continued rubbing your thumb over the tip as if you didn’t notice this. “I love be-being used like a toy. I want to-to be your toy, hyung.”

“My toy? Just for me?” you teased, softly running your fingertip side to side.

“Yes.”

“And you’ll do anything I want?”

“Yes.”

“Lay down for me then.”

On his back, Jeongin instantly spread his thighs to show you exactly how much you affected him. Starting at his knee, you placed gentle kisses down his inner thigh to his center. Jeongin whimpered as you started kissing up his cock through his underwear. Licking the dry material, it became wet from your saliva and his precum mixing together at the top. The sounds the maknae let out made a tent in your shorts, and you felt tempted to touch it while you kissed and licked him. But, you refrained, planning to save it for later.

“Where are your toys, baby?” you asked, pulling the side to kiss close to his crotch.

“Drawer.”

You reached into the indicated drawer and found a string of white anal beads attached to a small remote. “These are nice,” you said, weighing them in your hand, “And you’ll look so pretty with them inside you.”

The thought made Jeongin quiver under you. You pulled the panties down just underneath the tip and gave it a soft lick. While you continued giving it gentle licks, you turned on the beads. The buzzing sound made Jeongin’s thighs clench. You started by lightly trailing the toy from his ballsack below to the tip you were busy teasing. When you left the head to kiss along his hips, you started rubbing him with the string. You kept it on the softest setting as you took him out. Jeongin’s moans became louder when the vibrating balls touched the smooth flesh. You wrapped it around his length, smirking when his cock twitched at the new sensation, and kissed up his body. In the drawer, you fished around to find a small bottle of lube. You dripped a little bit over one nipple, using the slipperiness to tease it until it tightened. This aroused Jeongin even more, and you grew harder at his pitiful whining and whimpering for you. You knelt between his thighs, rubbing more lubricant onto his hard nipples while you watched him give into his pleasure.

“Hyung,” he huffed, back bending as the beads shifted around his dick, “Hyung, please fuck me already. I want you deep inside me, please.”

“Not yet,” you replied, hands sliding down to his hips and thighs, “I want to play with my toy for a while. Especially when you’ve been teasing me all day.”

You suddenly turned off the beads, smiling when Jeongin wriggled around in frustration. Bending down, you pulled the panties aside to let his balls drop out of them. Gradually stroking him, you took one of his balls into your mouth. You licked around the hard stone in your mouth, sucking very softly to avoid hurting him too much. Jeongin sounded so sweet whining at your touch; you looked up at him to see him completely lost in bliss. Eyes closed and lips parted, you saw the desperation and frustration building up inside him. He knows you won’t let him cum. He doesn’t know how, but he does. You saw his body constrict when you slid his panties up to his knees, and lifted them to his stomach. Your dick throbbed at the sight of his smooth ass hole in front of you, clenching for something to hold onto. Jeongin gripped the sheets as you left his balls to lick around his hole instead.

“I told you I wanted to see these beads inside you,” you said, spreading lube and spit on it. Using the smallest beads to spread it around, you saw him shiver once more. “You can put on a little show for me while I get myself ready for you.”

“Oh god, yes,” he moaned. “Put them inside me, hyung. I want to be a good toy for you.”

“How sweet,” you grinned, pushing the bead to his wet hole.

You kept it gentle for the moment. You savored each moan Jeongin let out when you pushed a new bead through. The sight of him spread out in his panties still, his cock rock hard and white beads filling his ass was hard to look away from. You groaned seeing his hole stretch around each ball, then sucking it into him from your hand. He whined whenever you tugged one out of him to then put it back in. You made the picture prettier when you took off the panties to stick in his mouth. The wet part in his mouth, Jeongin would’ve tasted himself on his tongue from the new gag. It was when you put the last and largest beads inside that the youngest member truly let go.

“Touch yourself for me,” you instructed, holding the remote in your hand but not turning them on.

Jeongin instantly grabbed himself to start pumping it. You took in how his cock glistened with precum and the lubricant you’d dribbled onto it. His body tensed whenever he felt a particularly good spark of pleasure, causing him to chase it down with fast strokes. You finally turned up the pleasure by turning the beads to the lowest setting. The loud buzzing came out of him, and he couldn’t control himself anymore. You took hold of your own cock, starting to stroke and imagine what his tight ass will feel like around you. Like on the bus, you just watched Jeongin lose himself in the feeling. Occasionally, you used your free hand to rub around the string sticking out of him. You managed to keep control of yourself until Jeongin grabbed you with his free hand. He coated you in the precum dripping out of your tip, and the tiny bit of desperation you’d held back came out in the form of you fucking into his hand. He kept his hand tight, squeezing particularly hard when you reached the head, as you used his hand.

“Such a good toy,” you groaned, pulsating in his pretty fingers. “A good slutty toy…” you groaned when he gave a firm squeeze and moaned through his gag. “I think you deserve a little reward,” you said, which excited Jeongin. 

Carefully, you removed the beads and rolled them around his sensitive cock. This had Jeongin shuddering and writhing on the bed, desperation in his eyes. Even in the heat of the moment, you took a moment to look at him. You never imagined him in this position, and it made you hungry for him. 

“I need you so damn bad,” you said in his ear, kissing his neck as you grinded into the vibrating toy. “I need my little toy right now.”

“Take it!” he said through his cloth gag, the clothing muffling his words just enough. “Fuck me!” 

You buried yourself in Jeongin without hesitation. Arms underneath his shoulders, keeping him pinned down, you did as Jeongin wished. Your hips slammed into his in a steady rhythm, balls smacking the curves of his ass each time. His body tightened around you like a sleeve that squeezed your cock in every thrust. You didn’t tease him by withdrawing or rubbing on him. Just like Jeongin, you couldn’t handle teasing anymore. You knelt up, holding him down by the hips, and changed your angle to go deeper. Jeongin’s eyes rolled back and his head pushed into the pillow. His hands wrapped around your forearms, nails digging into the flesh as he tried keeping himself still. 

You flipped Jeongin around like a rag doll, and he did nothing to fight back. By the time you had him bent over the edge of the bed, smacking his ass and tugging on his hair, the both of you were senseless. You saw the places where he’d begun bruising, and the spots you’d scratched when he rode you hard. Soon, your dick became far too sensitive to stop and change positions. Pushing Jeongin’s face into the bed, you chase down your orgasm until you caved into your ecstasy. Thick white cum shot deep into Jeongin’s ass, turning into white cream as you continued pumping in and out of him. The maknae didn’t stop you from cumming in him. He cried loudly, feeling you filling him up in each thrust, knowing your cum would be dripping down his balls and thighs when you finished. 

“On your back,” you breathed, withdrawing and rolling him onto his back. “You’re gonna cum all over yourself,” you said hurriedly. Jeongin could only muffle his reply as you went back into him. Stroking him quickly, you saw his body react to the sensitivity you played with. “Be a good toy and cum for me, okay? Don’t you want to be my obedient little doll and do what I want? Hm?” 

It took the vibrating beads on his tip for several streams of white to fall across his chest and stomach. You tore the panties from his mouth to hear him crying out your name. More cum shot onto Jeongin, much more than you anticipated, and you drooled at the small pool on his lower stomach. You wiped up some and pushed your fingers into his mouth, groaning as he sucked his own cum off them. When you felt him starting to come down, you reached for your phone on the end table. Jeongin continued sucking your fingers as you took a photo of him underneath you, messy and eating his own cum. 

“Send it,” he said, swiping more from his chest and posing for another picture. “They’ll love it.”

“Oh, well,” you took a deep breath, “I was going to just keep it for myself. I didn’t know if you’d want me to share it with the others.”

“They always share pictures and videos of me when they take their phones out,” he dismissed, sitting up and kissing up your stomach to your chest. “Chan-hyung will really like it. He loves seeing me covered like this. He’d like to see you covered too next time.” 

With his permission, you sent the photo into the group chat. Considering the hour, you didn’t expect anyone to respond right away. You and Jeongin took a lazy shower together, kissing and talking softly underneath the warm water. The temptation to do it again with so much lathering and scrubbing came over you, but Jeongin still felt too sensitive. Overstimulation, he said, wasn’t his favorite thing. When you both came back, you saw you each had more messages than you expected. 

‘HOLY FUCK! 🤤 CAN I GO NEXT???!!!’

‘Baby bread with a nice creamy glaze. Wish I could lick all that off him 😋’

‘If I’d known you’d completely wreck him, I would’ve stayed home.’ 

‘Damn, YN, what did you do? Lol They’re going to have a hard time covering up those marks.’

‘Too bad I wasn’t there, then you’d both be fucked out messes.’ 

“Told you they’d like it,” Jeongin said as you dabbed his scratches with disinfectant. “Maybe next time we can film the whole thing?” he suggested, looking at you over his shoulder, “Channie-hyung would really like that.”

“Wouldn't you like it too?”

“Of course, but if you want Chan to see how good you fuck-”

“-I don't care if he sees-”

“-Yeah, I know,” he giggled, then winced when the alcohol pad stung. “You should just tell him how you feel. Even if he ends up not feeling the same, at least you'll know if he does or not.”

“There's nothing to tell.” You finished cleaning him up, tossing out the small white pads, and kissed him softly. “Hungry? Thirsty?”

“I can go for a drink. We still have snacks here somewhere.”

“Alright, be right back.”

You pulled on your boxers and left the bedroom. Memories of what just happened filled your brain, and you couldn't believe you'd actually done that. The possibility of a second time made you more excited. You'd grabbed two water bottles when your phone buzzed again. Your heart leapt when you saw a message from Felix. A photo of him laying on his stomach, holding a pillow came first, his big eyes radiating innocence. 

‘Will you fuck me like that next time, hyung?’ 

You gulped at the message and wrote back, ‘Of course, if that's what you want?’

‘Haha definitely what I want. I don't want to remember my name when you're done with me. Night, handsome.’

You'd gone back into the room when your phone went off again. This time Hyunjin messaged you. In nothing but a towel, he laid on his bed with the fabric strategically placed right above his pubic bone. 

‘Can I be next, hyung? I promise I'll swallow every drop you give me 🥺’

Han’s message came up right after. In nothing but boxer shorts, the video showed him rubbing his bulge in a loop. 

‘Lee Know says you can fuck me whenever you want. When can we meet up?’ 

“Gee, I wonder who you're fucking next,” Jeongin laughed when you told him about the three messages. “Maybe sending that video was a good idea.”

You couldn’t help feeling bashful. Jeongin and you wind down by watching a show together, wrapped in one another, completely riding the euphoria of your orgasms. Both of you felt too sore and worn out for a second round, but you knew another one wasn’t too far away. It was only a matter of who’d get to you first…

Or who you would pick first? 

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A/N: oooh someone is certainly getting popular quick! I wonder who is going be next to ride the YN Rollercoaster ;) Like always, feel free to reblog and like. I'd appreciate it so much <3

[nj-in]

The nicknames are kinda cute tho 💀 (tttrvsb: time traveling tuberculosis ridden Victorian sailor boy. I forgot to add Victorian lmao)

[chansrighttiddie]

Chapter One

Pairings: Shy!Lee Know x Idol!Reader

Warnings: Mild Language, Explicit Smut (it's going to be a minute), Fluff, Enemies to Lovers type stuff, typical stuff. I'm bad at warnings okay. English is also not my first language, sorry for grammar and spelling errors.

Summary: You are a solo artist meeting SKZ for the first-time during variety show. All the members treat you warmly, but Minho can't stand to be in the room with you. You meet again to collab later on we see where it takes us! This is part of an ongoing story.

Word Count: 1.9k+

You sat in the back of your manager’s car, fighting the urge to drift off and sleep as she drove you to the studio for today’s schedule. A script had been placed on your lap but it was hard to read because you were tired. Who in their right minds schedules recordings so early in the morning? It was expected of this producer, but you only accepted because of the other guests. It was also a great opportunity to promote your new album and make new friends in the industry.

Gyuri is one of the hosts for this week, meaning you would get to work with your mentor and label mate again. The KARA member was the one person you could rely on before your debut in 2017, being from the same company meant you could see her a lot but it wasn’t the same as actually working together.

It felt like every other year you begged your company to let you collaborate with her on something, anything! They always denied it. Didn’t believe in your argument that the two of you were soulmates.

When your manager proposed this project during your comeback activity meeting, you accepted the moment “Park Gyuri” was mentioned. No other hosts or guests mattered to you at that moment. She really was the best thing to happen to you. Anytime you think about the struggles of your debut, tears would reach your eyes. 

You were in a group lineup for your company, DSP Entertainment, but the plans fell through when the other members left the company a month before. With only three members the company decided not to debut a group, this didn’t sit well with your twenty-year-old self. 

All your hard work and efforts would be thrown down the drain, you even had fans! You couldn’t let them down! After fighting with the company for months they decided you could debut, but as a soloist. If the time came around where they would debut another group, you would be considered as a member. You were nervous and heartbroken. 

You wouldn’t make it, couldn’t. That’s when Gyuri had stepped in, she encouraged you. She helped you train, everyday for three months. When you felt like giving up, Gyuri would sit with you in the practice room and just listen. The two of you would cry and hug it out, then get back up and try again. She really is like a soulmate to you.

“Can you please read the script and not sleep, Y/N?” Your manager’s loud voice made you jump in your seat, you didn’t realize you had fallen asleep. “Seriously, how many times have we been over this?”

“Rest when you can.” You said in a sing-song voice, your eyes were still closed. Your manager was only a year older than you, the two of you got along well. Teasing her was your favorite thing to do. “Unni you said that during the last meeting, I’m just following directions.”

You heard your manager cuss under her breath and turn in the driver’s seat. “I meant… Nevermind, we’ll be there in fifteen minutes. At least look at the plan for today’s set. When we get there you have to rush to get your hair and make-up done…” She took a breath of air then continued, “You have to get a soundpack and mic, meet the group promoting their activities as well, practice with them for the chall–”

“Practice for their dance challenge, promote my new album well, and smile the whole time.” You interrupted. “You told me everything over the phone last night, mentioned it when you woke me up, and reminded me when I got in the car.”

You were wide awake now, making eye contact with your manager in the rear-view mirror. She winced at your comment and nodded, “I’m just nervous, this is your first comeback in two years.”

You had taken up acting, two shows. One of them did really well, it even won you the Best New Actress Award, while the other… Well you don't like to talk about that one. 

“I’m nervous too, we can’t show it though. We’re supposed to be cold-hearted.” That’s a lie, being an extrovert didn’t help with your ‘cold-hearted’ appearance. You talked too much, laughed too much, and smiled too much. “Suck it up.”

Your manager snorted, “Yes, we’re cold-hearted and totally a threat to the music world.”

She had a point, you weren’t that big of an artist in the ‘pop’ scene. However, everyone knows you and your sweet personality. After your debut, many programs would prank you to get a reaction but all you could do was smile. Even if they had ruined your favorite skirt with blue ink. 

Although you aren’t the best dancer, or even a good rapper, you could sing! Many younger artists mention your rich and unique vocals when prompted. When it comes to your dancing… You knew all the basics to it, you could memorize the moves but not really execute them the best. Everyone loved you for it, they found it cute. 

Which doesn’t explain why the concept the company chose for this comeback was a little darker and more focused on a goddess that enjoys mischief. 

Your comeback also has choreography, the main title track is more upbeat than any recent songs you’ve released in the past. Your calves ache just thinking about having to dance again today. Usually you’d sing a soft or deep ballad, minimal movements and lots of stage props. This would be new, you hadn’t really trained this hard in a long time. Still, you were excited to show something new.

It was a bit of a surprise to everyone when the concept trailer released, your family members even teased you knowing you didn’t have a mean bone in your body. How could you manage to 

Your manager pulled into the stage parking area and unlocked the gate, a couple of the guards waved enthusiastically towards you. You resisted the urge to roll the window down and greet them. You’re supposed to be cold today, that’s your concept. You sat back in your seat and pursed your lips.

“Son Mi, do you have my cap?” You felt a little uneasy, maybe it was just now hitting that you actually had to be an idol today. Not that being an actress was much easier, it wasn’t.

“You look fine, Y/N. Don’t be nervous.” 

“Oh, I’m okay.” You laughed it off, you actually are really nervous. Hiding under a hat would make you feel a lot better. “I just want to see Gyuri first.”

“Ha.” She put the car into park. “No.”

Your manager opened and slammed the driver door. You sighed and grabbed your bag, exiting the car as well. 

She was by the back unloading the rest of your things, “So if you enter Stage B3, there should be a staff member to show you hair and make up. I’m gonna check in with the director and the producer.”

You leaned down to grab a couple of bags while nodding, “Can you see if there is a cafe nearby? Or if they are providing coffee. I’m still tired.”

Those bags were heavy. “They should have something for you in the dressing room, something for you to snack on too.”

You waddled towards the large metal door with your bags, leaving Son Mi behind. It's a good thing you skipped leg day yesterday or else you would have collapsed before you even made it to the door. You shifted the bags in your arms and reached for the door handle.

You were really surprised when the door opened for you. You couldn’t really see who opened the door but based on the plain black tee they were wearing, you assumed this was the staff member.

“Thank you, do you mind grabbing one of these? Sorry, it’s heavy.” You stood there in the door frame, in silence. The staff member didn’t move and you noticed them shuffle in place. “Oh it’s okay if not, just lead the way.”

Silence again. Were you mistaken? You backed up to look at the big numbers above the door, B3. You moved forward into the door frame again, “Do you mind if I just enter a little more?”

It was pretty cold outside and your thin sweater wasn’t doing much to keep you warm. Your arm started to shake as the weight from your bags started to get heavier and heavier. Dropping the bags on the ground, you followed.

You were now on your knees in the middle of the entrance, bags everywhere, at the feet of a staff member. How embarrassing.

The staff member jumped into action and bent down to help you up, apologizing over and over. You could finally see the staff member and immediately tell he was not a part of the stage crew. 

“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t see very well. I thought you were a member of the crew!” You laughed embarrassed, “Sorry for assuming.” 

He looked a bit younger than you, he seemed a bit intimidating as you looked up from the floor. You dusted your knees off and bowed to apologize. “Gosh, I knew I should’ve waited for Son Mi.” You muttered to yourself. “Are you part of the cast for today’s show?”

He nodded with a bright smile, now reaching down to pick up your bags. You reached down to help as well but the stranger had already hoisted the two large bags on each arm.”I got them, don’t worry.” 

Feeling guilty you reached over and grabbed a bag, “I can carry them, I just lost my grip and dropped everything.” You smiled, in pain. This bag was the heavier of the two. You extended a hand to grab the other bag but the boy turned to walk away.

He gave a small laugh as he walked away, “Follow me.”

You snatched your personal bag from the ground and quickly followed. Managing to walk in step with him. You adjusted the heavy bag with a quiet grunt and gripped your bag, “I’m Y/N, excited to work with you all today.”

“I’m Jeongin.” He stopped abruptly, “This room.” He gently knocked on the door, the little plaque next to it had your name on it. 

He opened the door and set the bag down in the room, turning to you with a bright smile he laughed. “I think the hair stylist will be in soon, your hair is pretty messy.”

You dropped your bags on the floor and self consciously patted your hair down, “Does it look bad?” Jeongin was a little flustered, such a beautiful woman was in front of him asking if she looked bad.

“No!” He blurted, raking through his brain to find the right words. “You look so pretty! I didn’t mean it like that, your hair is cute.”

Feeling surprised by the younger boy’s comment, you started laughing.  He looked mortified, were you laughing at him? Before he could defend himself the stylist walked in and lightly shoved him out of the doorway, “You boys are done in hair and makeup for the day, PD is looking for you.”

Shooting you a soft glare, not that you could tell with all the tears in your eyes, Jeongin quickly retreated to the room. He had to tell his hyungs about this.

[raging-psycho]

She’s Mine(Part One)

Seonghwa x reader

Yandere/mafia au

Tw: cussing, blood and gore, explosions. Don’t read if you can’t handle a bit of gore. Oh and changing pov (idk if that counts) also not proofread.

Summary: Seonghwa is the second in command of the mafia group Ateez. Everything was going great for him, he didn’t need anything more or less, but that changes when he sees her. He has to have her, she’s his.

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I fixed my dress for what seemed like the 100th time. My friend dragged me out to this charity event and I promised I’d join her, but now she’s busing herself on all the men in the room. I’m sitting by myself at the bar trying to kill as much time as possible, but unbeknownst to me, something more sinister is going on.

…

Seonghwa was scanning the room. There were people interacting and sharing small talk on the main floor. All their conversations seemed anything but pleasant. There were people sitting at their tables enjoying their overpriced meals. The waiters and waitresses were trying to look as elegant as possible. The people at the bar were trying to hide their boredom. And that woman in the black sequin dress looked divine. Wait. Who is she? I’ve never seen her before.

I started making my way over to her. The closer I got the more I could see her features. Beautiful (y/h/c) hair, that matched perfectly with her (y/e/c) eyes. I just have to get closer. I have to have her.

“Seonghwa”

“Fuck”, I muttered under my breath.

“We have a reputation to uphold”

“Cut the smirk Joong. I’m getting to it.” I could since that stupid grin plastered across Hongjoongs face as he watched me from the snack bar.

A familiar face flashed across my vision as I saw the logo skz. Seungmin. One of the members of the gang we’re trying to stop tonight. And then there’s Kai from TXT on the opposite side of the room. But her.. no time for that now.

“San. I want you to keep note of the girl at the bar. I want to take her with this when we’re done. Oh and I have eyes on them.”

“Maybe you should’ve started with that.” Count on Wooyoung to be sassy.

If we don’t stop this group tonight, it could spell the end for Ateez. We’re not very popular among other groups, probably because we’re labeled as the worst, which is a compliment. Everyone is scared of us, but I love it that way. But the audacity of trying to join forces to stop us. These bastards should know better.

“They’re heading to the back room” Yunho chimed in.

“I’m on it”

I followed Kai and Seungmin. They were trying to be discreet, but man they suck. Before Kai could enter the back room, I came up right behind him and slipped a chip into his pocket. The chip will send files out to Chan’s computer, making it seem like TXT will be double crossing him. Hence the deal is off and Ateez has nothing to worry about. Just to keep things from going south for us, Yeosang is keeping an eye on the room, and listening to one of the bugs we planted.

While they’re finishing that off, I’m going to go do some research on that pretty (y/h/c).

…

“Hello” said this unfamiliar voice behind me.

“Um hi.”

“You must be new in town.”

“What makes you say that.”

“I know everyone, and I think I’d remember a stunning face like yours.”

I couldn’t help the heat that rose to my cheeks and ears. This man was utterly handsome. His hair and eyes were so dark and so eye catching. He is the definition of beauty.

“I can’t say I’ve heard that one before. I’m y/n.”

“I’m Seonghwa-“

BOOM

Debris flew into my hair, and someone’s finger fell into my drink. My ears were already ringing, but now they were ringing with screams. Maybe they were my screams, or maybe they were a chorus of everyone else’s.

“Y/n! Let’s go! I got you!” Seonghwa sounded all muffled, and I could barely process the touch of his hand in mine as he pulled me away. My brain wasn’t processing, so I just followed him. When we got to the front entrance I saw a creature covered in blood and flames reach for my dress. Before I even realized that creature was a man, I blacked out.

…

The blush that formed on her cheeks just made me want her more. I had to make her mine.

“I can’t say I’ve heard that one before. I’m y/n.”

“I’m Seonghwa-“

BOOM

I was cut off by a massive explosion. Debris went flying everywhere.

“Hong Joong! What happened!”

“I don’t know but the building is coming down! Everyone out now! Abort mission. Abort missi-“ the Comms were cut. I need to rendezvous at the van.

“Y/n! Let’s go! I got you!” She could barely hear me as I reached for her. Her body and mind isn’t used to this like mine is, and that severed finger isn’t helping.

I grab her hand and drag her along with me, she’s stumbling a little and letting out little screams as everyone is scrambling across the floor. When a bloody mess of a man was reaching for her, I knew that was it. She started losing her balance so I picked her up bridal style. Her hair was flowing and bouncing as I ran with her in my arms.

When we made it to the van and I set her in the floorboards, I got weird looks from the rest of my members.

“You brought her!” San shouted.

“Just drive I’ll handle it!”

“Get her out! We don’t need a bitch slowing us down!” Jongho yelled.

“You shut the fuck up! She’s mine and I’m keeping her! Now drive before the cops arrive.”

The van sped out of the parking lot, and didn’t slow down until it got a safe distance away. The members were filled with confusion and misery. How could their mission go so wrong, and why did Seonghwa have to add to it. Let’s just hope she’s useful.

[moonjxsung]

Stays are such an interesting fandom. I literally just watched a fight unfold between multiple Felix and Hyunjin accounts, and Lee know vs Felix stans. I even ran into a minsungjin fan shitting on Seungmin and calling him annoying and bothersome, saying his energy is too “heavy” and that he has a negative aura around him, calling him a bully. I also witnessed accounts saying that Felix was faking his personality for the company.

I will never understand the wars within its own fandoms, and I think personally Stray kids has it the worst. I feel so bad for Stray kids, and I know not every stay is like that, but it’s such a disheartening thing to see. Why can’t we just love everyone ot8?? Why do people have to go out of their way to separate each member and bring others down. It’s so sad to see, and it may not be that serious to some, but as someone who really cares about the kids it really breaks my heart.

it’s moments like this why I refuse to call myself a Stay. Not for negative reasons, but because I’d rather just associate myself with the group rather than the fandom. I’d rather just indulge in strictly stray kids content and not bother interacting with stay fan accounts/stay accounts I know aren’t toxic. Like I said, I know it’s not everyone, because I have made some great friends by associating myself as a Stay, but this fandom is getting worse and worse by the day.

Inevitably, stays are going to tear their own fandom and group apart, and if that side doesn’t stop, there will nothing left for us to enjoy.

That’s just how I feel about the situation, I really do love stray kids and will never separate from them whatsoever, but I’m just really sick of the fandom, the toxic stays. ):

-cutie anon

THIS IS SO REAL……. I saw an account on instagram shitting on Jisung the other day bc they said he was “always sleeping”, “lazy” and “not present enough” Like HUH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 how are you gonna get mad at someone for sleeping what does that even mean 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I agree about the toxicity being so much within the fandom sometimes, it really sucks to see people bring their own idols or fans of them down ☹️ like I would expect it from non-stays, but people IN the fandom who shit on them & the fans…… very strange behavior. It’s giving secret hater tbh

I totally understand people’s aversion to wanting to label themselves a “stay” because we have such a bad rep sometimes. There are so many good people in the fandom but unfortunately the toxic stans are LOUDDDD and wrong and they just make everything so annoying 🤕

People have such harsh expectations of skz and often project their own insecurities/frustrations onto them and it’s so unfortunate. Can’t we just all get along bro we all like their music and kpop at the end of the day it’s never this serious ☹️ it’s been happening so much within the shinee fandom too lately and I am sickkkk and tired of it omg I feel like I have to preface with “I’m a shawol…… but to be clear I like all of them, and I’m not one of those weird ones!” Like it’s so frustrating

(I hope you’re doing so good too ily 💞💕💘💝💖)

[parkerflix]

—STUPID TO LOVE YOU

chan x gn!reader

wc:0.4k

genre: angst yet again

warnings: nothing i can think of uhm heartbreak?

a/n: i’ve been processing a not breakup (the end of a situationship(?)) and idk this is what came out listening to no time to die by billie ellish bc #bondmovie anyways i digress also read authors note at the end pls — also the best friends that are mentioned in my brain were implied to be skz members but yeah it doesn’t have any specifics!

part two here

your relationship with chan had ended as quickly as it started. you stared at the flowers adorning your coffee table. could you call it a relationship?

you and chan had never established a real relationship with a title, yet you both seemed to be interested in the other. but maybe that’s what you had missed. that without the label, things were different. he had quickly moved on from his feelings for you and started pursuing someone else, never giving you and explanation as to why or what was going on. finding out from your best friends wasn’t how you expected it to happen, and you were heartbroken and hurt that he didn’t even bother to tell you.

you touched the petals on the flowers, feeling your chest tighten at the thought of him picking out the flowers for you.

on the side of the vase was a letter that was sent with the flowers. you knew that the letter was filled with excuses and hollow apologies, and didn’t even bother to open it. the little red wax seal on the letter bothered you, remembering when you taught chan how to seal letters, ignoring his grumbling and telling him

“it’s the small details that matter”.

your eyes shifted over to the flowers once again, remembering and regretting the night you had told chan all about your love for flower meanings and the way they can send a bunch of different messages. you had told him all about the romantic flowers, and assumed he wasn’t listening when you got to the topic of flowers that signify the bleaker topics.

sighing, you picked up the little card that also came with the flowers.

geez what an overkill chan, you thought, smiling slightly at the fact that he was anxious enough to also send the card, as if his letter didn’t get it across to you.

opening the card, your eyes skimmed the note before the tears that you had been holding in so hard, had started to fall.

a simple apology and a questioning hope that you two could remain friends stated on the card.

giving the card a glance over once more you grabbed the letter that was unopened and walked towards your front door, grabbing the little lighter you had in your key bowl.

stepping out onto the front porch, you sat down on your front steps and lit the letter on fire, letting it drop down onto the cement walkway.

you watched the letter turn into ashes, the wax melting and leaving a trail on the walkway. getting up, you took one look at the letter before you walked back inside and over to your coffee table where the flowers were.

grabbing the flowers and card quickly, you walked over to your trash can. looking at the purple hyacinths in your hands, tossing them in along with the card into the trash.

you took the hyacinths as a sign, and decided in the morning you would send him some cyclamens.

a/n: just some meanings of the flowers

purple hyacinths- i’m sorry, please forgive me, sorrow

cyclamens- goodbye & resignation

[leejungchans]

— double j’s.

juliet’s masterlist

summary: the full version of jisung and juliet’s 120-second interview from episode 7 of kingdom!!

a/n: i was trying so hard to compact this interview for the last kingdom update bc i didn’t want it to be too long 😭 but after writing that snippet i knew i had to do the full version immediately so i hope you guys like this 💗

Juliet grins as she watches Changbin and Minhyuk take a selfie after their interview, thoroughly enjoying the dynamics between all three groups of Mayfly.

“Okay, that’s a wrap! Thank you!” the director says to the two rappers. Changbin and Minhyuk return the exclamations of gratitude, bowing to the crew in front of them before moving off-screen to where the others are sitting.

“Han-ssi and Juliet-ssi, it’s your turn!”

Hongjoong pats her on the shoulder in encouragement as she moves to take Changbin’s seat, Jisung sitting opposite her and giving her a bright smile through the plastic divider between them.

Behind the main camera, the director gives them the cue that the cameras are rolling, and they hear the beep! of the timer, signalling that their 120 seconds start now.

Yet, neither of them speak in favour of continuing to stare at each other with awkward grins. Succumbing to her nervousness, Juliet becomes the first one to break eye contact a few seconds later, lowering her head as she bursts into giggles.

“Why? Why are you laughing?” Jisung whines, “and right after you looked at my face too!”

“Sorry, sorry, I’m not laughing at you, I promise!” she says between small gaps of air. “I just didn’t expect us to be so nervous.”

Jisung hums in acknowledgement. “Ah, I get shy around new people, more than what people would expect,” he explains, “so that’s kinda why I’m a bit awkward right now.”

“I’m like that too, but I thought we became closer friends during the sports day filming! I’m hurt!” she jokes, placing a hand over her heart dramatically.

“No, no, no!” Jisung defends, waving his hands frantically, “we did! I’m still shy, I guess.”

“Not shy, not me!” She doesn’t know where the idea of singing ITZY’s popular song came from, completed with doing the hand movement from the iconic choreography, but hey—her brain works in mysterious ways.

Juliet thought there would be some form of reaction from Jisung, perhaps he’d even join in. Instead, he remains silent from bewilderment, not expecting the sudden mention of his label-mates. He blinks at her owlishly before a loud pft sound emits from both of them, and they dissolve into giggles once more.

“Okay, okay,” Juliet says, sobering up a little after a few seconds. “We need to do this seriously. No more being awkward! Awkward is just a mindset.”

“Woah, you’re right! We won’t feel awkward if we just tell ourselves that we’re being cool.”

She nods like an approving teacher. “Exactly. We are cool.”

“Okay then, let’s go!” Jisung shouts enthusiastically, earning muffled snickers from the other members who are sitting off-screen.

Juliet bites the inside of her cheek to stifle the laughter that’s threatening to bubble up, but her efforts are futile as they both fall off their stools and collapse to the ground in a fit of squeaky giggles.

“I’m sorry, I-I don’t think we can do this,” Juliet wheezes to the cameras, clutching her stomach while tears gather in the corners of her eyes. Beside her on the floor, Jisung isn’t faring any better as he attempts to catch his breath.

Off-screen, Changbin playfully complains, “Yah! What are you two doing? You only have 120 seconds to do this!” His words help Juliet and Jisung sober up, and they scramble back onto their seats to continue what’s left of their interview.

“Okay, okay,” she says, dabbing at her eyes with her fingertips, “ask me a question!”

“Who’s your favourite Stray Kids member?”

“Felix,” Juliet answers with zero hesitation.

He sighs dramatically. “I mean... we all knew that, but I thought maybe you’d say it’s me since I’m literally sitting right here and all that.”

She relents with an apologetic smile. “Okay, then you are my favourite member in Stray Kids.”

“Forget it! You’re too late, I know how you really feel now!” Jisung sulks. “Your turn.”

“Hm... how are you so good at everything?”

“Yah! So are you! You should be asking yourself that!” Juliet grins shyly at the compliment and waves him off. “Anyways, next question... what do you do when you don’t have any schedules?”

The director cuts in before she can respond. “Time’s up! But you can answer the question, Juliet-ssi. We’ll include it as a bonus part.”

“Honestly, I sleep a lot, watch a lot of YouTube... and then go back to sleeping,” she admits sheepishly.

Jisung’s eyes widen. “Yo! Same!”

“Really?”

He nods vigorously, raising a hand above the plastic divider to give her a high-five, which she returns instantly. “We have a lot in common, woah!”

“We should have our own unit,” Juliet tells him after they take their selfie. “Maybe the name can be Double J’s or something.”

“Hm... the name needs work. But it’s a definite yes to the unit.”

a/n: i present to you juliet’s newest bestie in skz!! (felix who? 😔 ahhshwjs kidding she could never)

[staywritten]

Studio Time│Bang Chan

Studio Time│Bang Chan

Synopsis: Your boyfriend is producing your groups comeback and you learn the downside of dating a perfectionist. 

Genre: one shot, angst-ish? Happy ending, idol!Chan, idol!reader, fluff with more fluff at the end.

Word Count: 2108

I wrote this fic like 5yrs ago for a different artist lol But I re-read it recently and still really liked it so I re-vamped it for SKZ. Especially after that episode of Weekly Idol when the members said Chan was sweet to them but he was really serious when he was making music, so I figured this was the perfect fit. 

When your label announced that your comeback album will be produced by Chan you weren’t really sure what to think. You prided yourself on keeping your careers separate, but on the other hand he was an amazingly talented producer and it wasn’t often that he produced for idol girl groups. 

At this point of his career he was expanding outside of doing work for just Stray Kids. It was an opportunity at which both parties benefited. He could grow his portfolio in a way that wasn’t possible when just producing for Stray Kids and he was an up and coming name in the industry.

You two didn’t date publicly but your members and management were aware of the relationship, so some of the pressure was lifted. You didn’t have to pretend like you didn’t know each other. 

Walking into the JYP building, you led your members to Chan’s signature studio. Despite coming to his studio pretty regularly, it was a little nerve racking coming to it for work. You felt just as nervous as you did when meeting a new producer. “Are you excited to work with Channie? How lucky are we! What kind of producer is he?” Your youngest member chimed, hooking her arm with you. 

You nodded laughing, giving her hand a little pat. “I guess we are pretty lucky.” Not many producers would be open to input, but since your members had a close relationship with your boyfriend you figured the atmosphere would be lighter. “I’m not sure how he is as a producer honestly. He’s never let me see him work before. Like I’ve seen him make beats, but never recording.”

As you all walked into his studio you smiled seeing him sitting with Han on the couch. “Wally!” you chimed giving the bright green wall a little pat. 

“What about me?” Chan pouted. 

“What about you?” you teased, giving him a wink. 

You did your group greeting and bowed, laughing at how silly it felt. Normally that would be saved for broadcast and fan meetings but it was a force of habit as a leader.

“Awww cute!” Chan chuckled before formally introducing himself just to cover the formalities. It wasn’t often you got to see your boyfriend while working, but you also had to keep in mind that you still had to work.

Chan walked over to you, pulling you into a hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling brightly. “I missed you” he grinned. You did your best to ignore the aweing from your other members and Han. His nose brushed down the bridge of yours. 

“I saw you this morning” you played with the hair at his nape.

“I know, I missed you this afternoon” he laughed, pecking your lips, lingering just a moment too long.

You giggled, melting into his arms. “Aww, you’re being really cute today” you whispered, pulling back to look at him. “Don’t look at me like that” a smile tugged at your lips, as you gently grazed your nails against his scalp. “We have work yo do”

“Mmmm” he sighed into your touch. “I’m just excited to make this song. I worked so hard on it, it’s perfect for you” he smiled. “I made it just for you”

“I can’t wait” you chimed, pulling away from him. He whined letting you step back, a cute pout on his lips.

“Awww you guys are cute, it’s kinda gross” Han pretended to choke back a gag before laughing and grabbing his bag. “I gotta head to an interview, so I’ll catch you guys later.”

After the formalities, he played the demo track for you. Your members loved it. It was fun, playful and it had a bit of an edge to it. You couldn’t wait to record it. That was one of the plus sides about working with your boyfriend. You were actually very vocal at home about the direction you wanted to go in with your group.

This would be your first track of the new year, and all of your members were officially adults now. You wanted something teasing, and mature, yet still youthful and in true Chan fashion, he nailed it. 

All that was left now was to record it.

One by one your members did their lines, recording their parts in manageable segments. Chan was very caring with them, almost holding their hand through the process. “Minah, try singing it like this.” he coached her through it, reiterating her part, and changing the articulation toward the end. 

She was your youngest, and still wasn’t completely confident in her own voice yet so she was a lot to handle. She did her best to follow directions, but sometimes things were just out of her vocal range and when that happened Chan adjust accordingly. He coached her to give her the confidence that was needed to reach the note. Once she adjusted he clapped and gave her a thumbs up. “Very good, that was perfect! One more time, from the top.” In the end he changed up her part to best suit her voice and she had a cleaner take. 

You were proud seeing him so kind. You couldn’t help but watch him with the brightest warmth in your eyes. Your group were like your baby sisters and he was being so good to them. 

Unfortunately Minah wasn’t the most difficult take of the day, but he worked with each one of them carefully. In their defense it was a difficult song to sing. It was a very dynamic with lots of changes, not only was this a genre change from your groups usual music it pushed your vocalist and rappers to step up.  

Soon enough it was your turn to record. 

Although you couldn't really call it recording. 

Chan wasted no time in stopping you every few words. Perhaps you were spoiled with how doting and sweet he was with your members. Because it seemed that he had no intentions of treating you in such a manner.

“Babe, can you do it seriously?”

“No- Again that sounds horrible”

“Do it again”

“Again, from the top.”

“Again”

“It’d be nice if I had a single sample I could use.”

“If you can’t do it, perhaps we should have someone else do it?”

“This is kind of embarrassing”

Was this even the same person? You understood constructive criticism. Constructive is what he was with your members. This was just being mean. You slipped off your headphones and glared at him when he stopped you again. That time you were in the middle of another take. It would have been nice to get a single line out with his opinion.

You hated that you wanted to cry.

You had to deal with some pretty tough critics. Producers, songwriters, choreographers, your CEO. Making an album was a high stress process with a lot of hands on deck. It was your job, so naturally it wasn’t going to go smoothly. Especially when everyone had different creative views, but this was the worst recording you’ve ever dealt with in the entirety of your music career. 

You just hated being yelled at. 

He knew that better than anyone. All those nights, you would come home from work and he’d have to console you after you’d been scolded. Chan knew that yelling immediately shut you down. You bit back your tears, wanting to hold it together for your members. You could see them struggling from behind the glass. It looked like they wanted to say something, at least tell Chan to ease up, but you shook your head and took a deep breath.

Normally you would avoid confrontation and just sing it the way the producer wanted, but you just couldn’t do it. Because what Chan wanted, wasn’t you.

You finally set the headphones on the rack inside before walking out. “Where are you going?” he frowned watching you take your backpack. “We don’t have anything for your part. We need to start from the beginning”

You shrugged. “Give my part to Jieun, she’ll do it better”

Jieun gasped before reaching out to you, shaking her head profusely. “What? But Unnie-”

“It’s fine” you gave her a small smile, trying to calm her. “I’ll call the company directly and tell them I can’t participate in the recording”

“But it’s our comeback track! You can’t not have a part in it” Minah grabbed your hand. She looked back at Chan “Tell her to stay.” Seeing the hesitation in his eyes she frowned more “Chan tell-”

“That’s enough.” you gave her head a small pat. “I’ll be fine. I just need to get out of here. I’ll check in on you later.” you looked to your second in command “Jieun you’re in charge.”

Chan rolled his eyes before crossing his arms over his chest. “So you’re just leaving? Do you always quit like this? Is that the way you lead?”

You froze, hearing his words. 

Was he trying to hurt you? What could you have possibly done? He was fine earlier. You gripped your fist, your body shaking before leaving the room with your head held high. You knew when someone was trying to get a rise out of you, and you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.

On your way through the lobby you ran into Han. He smiled initially seeing you, but as you wiped away your tears he frowned. “Hey…”  His gentle voice pulled you out of your thoughts. It was too gentle. Almost sympathetic. You looked up, scrambling to bring a smile on your face. That signature idol smile you gave to the cameras. “You don’t have to do that…” he gave your shoulder a small pat. “Do you wanna get some coffee?”

You sat across from Han at the cafe across the street. He didn't push you to speak. He just gave you a moment to sort out your feelings, let you take your time and figure out what to say.

He sipped on his drink. “Chan-Hyung was being a jerk huh?”

It wasn’t really a question. There was a certain understanding in his voice. You looked up at him, your eyes narrowing. “Is he always like that?”

He chuckled. “Sometimes. Chan is a perfectionist. Always was. Always will be. There are times when our group has come to blows because Chan can just be a little too much when criticizing. Threatening to remove Changbin-Hyung’s part from the song, getting frustrated in vocal ranges…real harsh criticisms...things like that. I don’t even think he’s aware of when he’s doing it.” he sighed. “Like when we record it just seems like the stress finally gets to him.”

Your shoulders slumped. “But he was really nice to my members…Absolutely sweet to them…he was only mean to me. Not that I would want him to yell at my girls-I’d literally kill him. But…” you sighed staring into your coffee. “Why was he being so mean…”

“He was probably being extra careful with your members…”

“What do you mean?”

“When we were recording our collaborative stage with Niziu, Chan was really nice to them. Doting, constructive, an angel. But that day was hell on us. It’s like he had pent up frustrations and just couldn’t hold it in any longer. I swear Minho-Hyung almost quit that day.”

“What type of bullshit excuse is that?”

He shrugged. “No excuse. Just how it is…Like he can only be himself with people that he knows will forgive him. He can be an ass sometimes, but he sure does put out amazing songs.”

“But at what cost?” you sighed, taking a sip of your coffee.

Later that night Chan came home, sheepishly poking his head inside to see you sitting on the couch. His eyes widened as he entered. “You’re still here?” his voice a little more surprised than he’d like to let on. A lingering bit of reliefe to his tone.

You sighed turning the page of your book “I was going to leave your ass. But I figured we should at least talk. Despite what you make think of me. I’m not a quitter” you set your book down before crossing your arms. “So talk.”

“Look, I’m sorry about earlier. It’s just-” he groaned, raking his hand through his curly hair. “The track wasn’t going where I wanted to. It was getting away from me…The only way I’d like the track was for your part to be exactly what I envisioned...for you to bring everything back”

It made sense he did give you the biggest part of the song. The chorus, and bridge were the most memorable of his demo and he gave them to you. He even had you sing the demo for the company to pitch the idea. At the time you thought it was sweet, you had no idea the burden it’d be. 

It was obvious this song was made to be a solo for you.

“Your members did their best, but they just didn’t have the vocal range to do the song the way I envisioned it… So I made adjustments and compromises...” he sighed heavily. “And more adjustments...and more compromises...” he rubbed his temples. “Especially because if they can’t sing it at recording they wouldn’t be able to perform it on stage. So one change became another….” he sighed heavily, slumping into the chair. “I loved the song so much because it’s what I knew you wanted to release… But they just couldn’t...and…”

“I don’t think we can work together Chan…” you frowned. “You’re my boyfriend, and an amazing producer…but you can’t be both. In order for us to be happy with the track, and in order for me to be happy with our relationship we can’t work together.”

“We can still make it work. Let’s try again tomorrow.” he looked so hopeful. “I promise I won’t yell, and I-”

“You don’t understand Chan. You made me hate you.” your voice small, as you looked down. 

He sank down into himself. His shoulders slumping, hurt etched on his delicate features. Never in his lifetime would he have thought you’d say that. “You…You hated me?”

“I did…for a little bit…You made me hate myself…You made me feel like an inadequate leader, you made me question myself.” you hugged your knees. “I can’t feel like that ever again. I’m responsible for six other girls who look up to me. It’s so easy to get ransacked in this industry, to be pushed and pulled into concepts. They need to believe in me. I need to believe in me and my ability, but with you… I couldn’t. So for my sake…Let’s drop the project.”

He closed his eyes before nodding. “Alright…” He hated that he made you feel that way. He never intended it on getting that bad. He just panicked when he listened to the track, and you were the last person to record. You were supposed to be the saving grace of it. He wasn’t going to release something he didn’t at least like. Once again his overly perfectionist ways almost cost him something he wasn’t willing to lose. “I am sorry…” he whispered.

Producing was one of his greatest joys in the world, and singing was yours. There was just something so utterly heartbreaking knowing that you could never share your passions together. “I know…I’m sorry too.”

He bundled you in his arms, letting you lay your head on his chest. He pressed a kiss on top of your head. “I have one more compromise”

“You don’t give up do you?” you felt your lips tugging to a smile. “What’s your compromise lover boy?”

“What about I talk to your company into giving you this song for a solo for later this year? And you, me and Jisung write up a new song for your group comeback?”

“There’s no time”

He chuckled. “If anyone can write a song in crunch mode it’s Han Jisung” he smoothed down your hair. “I think with your help we can write something that’s mroe ideal for your girls”

“But a solo-”

“Baby I wrote that song for you.” he closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against yours. “That song was yours...And I need you to have it. You said your company was planning a solo debut anyway... so sing this.” 

“Chan I love you so much...But I can’t record an album with you”

His beautiful brown eyes gazed into you. “I offered you a compromise, offer me one too”

You pouted. “Fine, since you’re in the mood to make a deal. I’ll take your solo song only if I record with Jisung, and Changbin.”

“Deal” You smiled gently scratching his scalp, and placing a kiss at the base of his throat. “Mmmm...” a groan echoed from his throat. “I’m so sorry about today Baby”

“It’s fine” you relaxed into his touch as he traced patterns into your skin absently. You grinned. “It’s nice to know that you’re not perfect”

He chuckled, throwing his head back. “I never claimed to be perfect”

“Oh yeah?” You sat back, crawling onto his lap. A smile on your lips as you gazed into his eyes. “Mr. Perfect hair” you played with the hair on his nape. “Perfect smile” you placed a kiss on his lips. “Perfect dimples” your thumb brushing against his dimple. “Perfect voice” you pressed a kiss on his adam’s apple. “You are perfect in a million different ways.” you giggled “You’re just not meant t be my producer”

“I can live with loving you in a million other ways.” he stood up, lifting you in his arms and carrying you into the bedroom, your laughs echoing and filling the house.

End.

Hey Friends! I hope you enjoyed that. It was nice revisiting an old fic and breathing some new life into it. If you liked it let me know <3 

I’m sorry my Felix scenario is taking so long... I’ve rewritten it like 8 times and I’m getting a bit overwhelmed I’m gonna try and revisit it when my mind is clearer. I’ve been starting at the screen for far too long. 

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Yandere!Stray Kids’ reaction to their jealous S/O sitting on their lap

Genre: Fluff/ Angst

Pairing: Stray kids x Reader

Requested: Yes, by @xhaotixaesthetica:

‘Hi! I know you said you dont do requests, this is just an idea for a reaction, you totally dont have to do it but yandere skz reaction to their s/o getting jealous and sitting on their lap in front of a girl flirting with them? I just think it would be interesting with your writing. Sorry to bother you, have a great day, love your writing ‘

A/n: My apologies for making you wait so long. It’s been like 4 months already and I feel quite guilty. I hope you like it though.

Plot: They are somewhere with their Significant other and they get jealous. They try to make it clear that he’s hers by sitting on his lap.

Warning: Yandere themes, swearing.

Chan:

You saw him talking to another girl and you began seeing green. Eventually when the girl walked away from him, to talk to one of her own friends, you took your shot and walked over to where Chan was sitting. It wasn’t very often that Chan would take you out, but tonight he seemed in a good mood. 

Before he could say anything to you as soon as you were in front of him, you took place on his lap. He was quite startled at first by your sudden action, but he naturally wrapped his arm around your waist. You buried your face in his neck as you glared at the girl who were talking to your boyfriend just a second ago. 

Chan notices your actions and smirked to himself. He placed his fingers under your chin, moving it softly to make you look at him. 

“I see what you’re doing princess. I see that you’re jealous. Didn’t you like me talking to her? Do you want to do bad things to her princess? I feel quite tired right now, maybe you should do to show how much you love me, but maybe you could start of by marking me? I bet you’d love having your lips on me, don’t you princess? Of course you would, you’re my princess after all. You wouldn’t dare to disappoint me. My good baby.”

Woojin:

As soon as he saw you pout, after he talked to another woman, he knew what was going on and you placing yourself on his lap only confirmed it for him. Your jealousy was amusing to him and he couldn’t get enough. He made one thing clear though, if you even only thought about talking to another male or even looking at him, he’d kill the poor stranger and make you pay for his death. Whilst Woojin himself was allowed to talk to anybody he wanted to.

It was unfair, you knew that, but you weren’t going to argue against your boyfriend. You did once and it didn’t work out for the better. Even though Woojin had his psychotic ‘ticks’, which was that you thought they were, you still loved him. 

Now you were on his lap, his big hands were holding your jaw tightly as he spoke to you.

“How could you even think about me leaving you? There’s no need to be jealous baby. I’m all yours. I do enjoy your jealousy though. I love seeing you desperate for me. You on your knees for me, with tears in your eyes as you beg me for forgiveness. I might as well make you jealous more often. It just show that you can’t live without me. I love it.” 

Minho:

Minho was working and he had taking you with him. You were watching him talk to another woman for about thirty minutes, your blood boiling and your eyes darken as he continued to smile as they talked. He saw from the corners of his eyes the dark aura you gave off. After the talk he walked to you and sat down. You immediately sat down on his lap, not caring he was working. 

His hands were on your tight, squeezing it slightly as he whispered into your ear. “Look at you, so desperate for me. You just can’t live without me, can you?” He brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, before he continued.

“Maybe I should talk to her more. You wouldn’t like that, would you my little jealous-” 

“You’re mine and mine only. I’d rip her eyes out if she even dare to look at you again.” You growled lowly. 

“Well, well, would you do that just for me baby? Keep your promise for me, will you?” He smirked.

Changbin:

You were at a party with your boyfriend as you got jealous. Another girl was casually talking to him, an old friend of his to be exact. She was very pretty and she felt like competition to you even though Changbin was already dating you. After she left him you went to talk to her, to see what her deal was.

She told you they used to go to school together and they were friends ever since. You didn’t like it. When you were done talking to her you went to your boyfriend with a green vision before your eyes. You sat down on his lap as you pouted.

“What’s wrong my love?” He asked as he caressed your cheek.

“There was this girl who was hitting on me, she kept touching me. She said she used to be an old friend of yours and I told her to back off. I also told her I wasn’t interested and I told her I was dating you, but clearly she didn’t care.” You lied. 

You knew Changbin would go mad whenever someone would flirt with you. You didn’t know what he did, but he made them disappear, making him all yours again.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin had taken you to the practice room, him wanting you to watch him getting hot and sweaty, knowing you loved it. He was being busy and you understood, he was working after all, but you wanted his attention no matter what. When you were at home, he was all over you when you had acted good all day. 

He would want hugs and kisses, he just wanted to touch you and you couldn’t help but feel like you were in need for more. You were spoiled when it came to affection. Hyunjin knows it and he loves it.

When the boys were taking a break when you decided to take a seat on his lap. You were kissing his jaw as you settled yourself down comfortably. 

“Pay attention to me.” You whispered with a whine. He smiled and wrapped his arm around you. “And what were you going to do if I don’t, my jealous princess?” He smirked. “I missed you.” You confessed softly, hiding your face in his neck.

“I know you do baby, why wouldn’t you. I know you love me, but you better behave or I might have to punish you. You wouldn’t want that, do you now?” 

“N-no.” 

“You’re always good, stay like that baby. I might reward you.” 

Jisung:

You were quite shy and it was something Jisung always loved about you. You were at a friendly gathering and he was talking to people as you hid behind him. You were holding onto his hand, playing with his fingers as he talked. Right now he was having a conversation with a girl you didn’t know. 

He did introduce you to her, but you didn’t care about her. You might be shy, but you knew how send a death-glare as you sat on Jisung’s lap. He would be surprised by your actions just like the other boys, but you’ve never done anything like this. Receiving affection from you voluntarily was rare. At home he would beg you for affection or after a punishment you’d obey to him. 

Even after you told him that you hated seeing him with another girl, he didn’t care about her. He was just too happy that you finally showed your love for him.

“You should act like this more often princess. You always act like a brat when I only give you my loving. I guess you learned your lesson on loving me back, you don’t want me to kill more of your friends, now do you? You know I could chain you up, you know I will if you misbehave, but I might even reward you at home baby, you’ll be so good for me more often.” He murmured against your lips.  

Felix:

It was your weekly date night with your boyfriend Felix. You had dressed up and Felix looked handsome as ever. Right now the two of you were in the park. It was a nice sunny day and the sun was about to set. You were walking hand in hand, talking about whatever, when a random girl was staring at your boyfriend. 

She was twirling her hair and smiling at him, Felix not giving her anything in return. He wasn’t interested in her, he had you after all. You on the other hand was glaring at her and trying to make it clear that Felix was yours. When Felix was sat down on a bench, you decided to claim your own boyfriend by sitting on his lap.

His hands immediately went to your thigh as he smirked to you. 

“Don’t you hate her princess? Don’t you want her gone? She could never bother you ever again, she’s your competition baby. Even though you have me, there will always be a chance for her. You should kill her, it would be the ultimate sign that you love me. Go on baby, show me how much you love me.”

Seungmin:

Seungmin had taken you to hang out with him and his friends. You and Seungmin weren’t officially dating, but he did claim you. You didn’t mind not having a label on your relationship, since Seungmin had been good to you. For some reason ever since you started dating, the people who annoyed you disappeared, it was a little thing you noticed, but you wouldn’t complain.

The whole evening, Seungmin hadn’t given you a lot of attention and it upset you. He was talking to his members about something that you didn’t understand as you sat down on his lap with a pout. The others looked at you in shock and so did Seungmin who was frozen in his seat. 

You didn’t see the big smile that formed onto Seungmin’s face a few minutes after he processed what was happening. He finally felt like you only had eyes for him and having you on his lap confirmed it. “See baby? This is the universe telling that we belong together.” He whispered into your ear.

“See guys, as I told you. This is my baby, my princess. Mine. She only has eyes for me.” He smiled brightly, but his eyes silently telling them to fuck off and you loved it. He was your after all. 

Jeongin:

When you told you were jealous Jeongin reacted in a way nobody would expect. The boy was known as a sweet kid who was also a great boyfriend to you. He was usually his bubbly self and every now and then he had his shy or flustered moments, mostly caused by you. 

The two of you would be at a party when you got jealous. The girl who kept staring and kept attempting to talk to your boyfriend or touch him was driving you crazy. You lost Jeongin for a good fifteen minutes and you thought that she was the cause of it. When actually Jeongin was settled on a couch, surrounded by his friends, wondering himself where you went. 

When you found him, you immediately made your way to him and sat yourself down on his lap. This happened often when you needed to tell him something or in times where you were jealous. This time being both of them.

When you confessed that your vision was green, he pushed your off softly and barged his way to the girl who made you feel this way and dragged her outside where almost nobody was. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are? Nobody is allowed to make my girlfriend feel like shit. The fact that you could even think about stealing me away from her. You’re nothing. You’re not worth our time. And since you made my baby and me feel like shit, you should pay for it.” He growled lowly. The only thing the girl could remember was Jeongin’s face, before her vision went black.

Gifs aren’t mine.

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Credits to @klynvan for Seungmin’s reaction. I was kind of stuck on that one.

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Once again, sorry for making you wait this long. I really hope you liked it <3

[noisyquokka]

A/N: So I’ve been off social media for the past two months and even though this is kind of *very* late, I decided that since I wrote this drabble after I heard Woojin had left that I’d post it. Unfortunately, this is the first Woojin drabble I’ve posted but I do plan on writing for him no matter what. Woojin was a part of Stray Kids and he always will be in my heart! Anyway, come cry with me about Woojin moments and skz cause I’ll just be here catching up on the past 2 months in K-pop :’) also, ya girl never thought up a title for this drabble and is a whole mess...

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"Woojin!"

You couldn't contain your smile as one of your best friends walked through the door of the local diner. It had been a while since you saw him but you both stayed in touch. He sat down across from you, shooting you a smile of his own as your drinks came.

"So," you raised a brow, "Have you told the guys yet?"

"No. I wanted to wait for all of you."

You nodded in understanding. Woojin had messaged you last night about some "big news" he had and you didn't know whether to be excited or nervous. The last time he had big news, it was his departure from the band. At the time, you thought he was joking until you found yourself at the dorm, helping him pack up his things and shedding tears here and there. Things weren't the same after Woojin left, you noticed, but he stayed in contact with everyone.

"How are they, anyway?" He asked, keeping his gaze on the table. You had to furrow a brow, confused by his question.

"You've been keeping in touch with them, right?"

"Of course! You know how they can be though..."

You did. You knew the boys wouldn't want Woojin to feel bad about his departure. Even if he asked them how they were, they would tell him they were doing just fine.

"The boys have been taking it day by day. It's definitely not the same without you." You said, taking a drink from your glass. Woojin nodded, sending you another smile, this one not as genuine.

"And Chan?" He finally made eye contact with you, "How's he been?"

You scratched the nape of your neck hesitantly, letting out a sigh. You weren't about to lie to him. Not when Woojin already knew the answer.

"He's... He's blaming himself." You muttered, catching the slight frown that settled on Woojin's face. "We've been trying to tell him he's not at fault for it but you know how he is..."

Woojin nodded, sparing a glance out the window. He knew this would happen. Chan was a sensitive soul, one to blame himself for things he couldn't control. This was no different.

"Aye, Woojin!!"

You looked up and past Woojin to Felix, walking up to the table with Seungmin, Changbin, and Jeongin behind him. A smile found it's way to your lips as they exchanged hugs, something you hadn't seen since the day he left. As soon as the four sat down the other four walked in. You swore you hadn't seen Chan smile so bright in a while until he caught sight of Woojin.

"How've you been, bro?" Chan asked, pulling the elder boy in for a hug. You could feel the emotional energy from each of the guys and you felt a tear slip down your cheek. You silently wiped it away as everyone took a seat at the booth.

"So what's the big news?" Minho asked, leaning back in the booth. The boys gathered around, all ears focused on Woojin's reply.

"I signed with a label."

The table erupted in a hand full of reactions, from "wow" to "congratulations, bro" and even a few huhs scattered in. It had been a few months since everything happened but even so, hearing those words made you realize that things really had come and gone. Looking around the table, each member donned the same expression on their faces. It didn't last long once you spoke up.

"Do you plan on going solo or trying for another group debut?" You asked. You were genuinely curious, so were the guys and you didn't really mind either way. Whatever Woojin chose was his decision and you would support him no matter what.

"Honestly, I can't see myself debuting with another group," he paused, taking a glimpse at the group before him. His friends, his brothers, and his family. "I'm planning on sticking to a solo gig. It just feels right to me." Chan placed a hand on his shoulder, visibly overcome with emotion.

"Wherever you end up, whatever path you choose, we'll all back you."

You didn't realize you were crying until you choked back a sob, quietly apologizing as Hyunjin consoled you.

"Ugh, I'm sorry! I'm just..." You sniffled, wiping your tears away, "I'm so immensely proud of you guys! You've all worked so hard and you're constantly on the go but you've never faltered. And Woojin, Chan is 100% right; no matter where you find yourself, we will always be there to support you."

Chan grinned, pulling you in for a hug that prompted all of the boys to join in. There was no doubting the love they had for each other. The boys would always be connected through their memories and their love of music, as well as the deep friendships that they formed along the way. Stray Kids would always be nine. Nothing would change that.

[klockworkau]

Vicarious (Bang Chan)

Soulmate AU pt 1

You are now Kang Minho. And you’re writhing on the floor.

Which made sense; Hyunjin did just elbow Chan in the liver. Your synched up grunts of pain boom through the concert venue’s speakers; it’s enough for everyone else to freeze. Music continues to play as the background to their little comedy of everyone pausing mid-dance or falling out of the chorus jump to check on both of them. Woojin flubs the landing, stomping on Seungmin’s foot. They’re both on the ground and Changbin trips over the latter’s arm trying to get to you. Chan is rolling on the ground with a half grimace and half grin.

Glad to see he finds this funny, cause you don’t.

“Fuck! Dude, I know you’re excited but damn!” You say from stage left once you’re done gasping for breath. Your strained voice echoes throughout the empty venue. You’re leaning on an equipment box you’d fallen on when Hyunjin knocked the wind out of you. “Is this because Chan ate the last maki off the plate the other night? Cause if so, you didn’t have drag me into it!” You double over and curse.

Jisung, one of the few still on his feet, gets to you first. “Hyung are you alright?! You need anything?” He tries to help you up but you wave him off, finding your balance after a few minutes and stumbling through several tries. You’ve always had better pain tolerance than Chan and it shows. He’s still on the ground, arms around his abdomen while you’re trudging across half the stage to get to him. Your hearts though, beat at the same slowed pace.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry!” Hyunjin is blubbering at this point. His head whips back and forth between you and Chan, apologising over and over.

You put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s fine, it was an accident anyway,” you say though most of you nerves have been set aflame. You kneel next to Chris pulling him up to sit. “You good, loser?” You didn’t really need to ask, considering the dull pain in your abdomen spikes up and Chris’ expression smoothens out.

He frowns, “You don’t have to-“

“Too late,” you grin at him through the shock that stole what little breath you have from your lungs. It’s a good thing your legs give out again because you drop before. Chan can touch you. He puts a hand on his chest and winces, trying to reach for you again but you stop him with a hand. “Hey, you’ve got more practice to do, I’m done with my set already.”

It’s not a total lie.

You are done with your soundcheck and rehearsal for the Klockwork Royal Ball (1), but your group and other label mates had planned to go again after all the other groups and artists were done with their sets. Jihyeon would’ve called on all of you once Victon was done, two acts after Stray Kids. Looks like that isn’t happening for you. Even if she didn’t want to admit concern, she would never let you perform knowing you got hurt prior to. Damn stubborn leader. Chan is no better, being as stubborn as she can be. “Okay,” he says, knowing he doesn’t have to like it but can’t do anything to change your mind. “But we’re getting you an ice pack or something backstage, ok? Please?”

“Sure, sure.” You nod, standing and offering him a hand up. Hyunjin helps you pull Chan to his feet and he’s still apologizing. “Dude, chill out! It’ll be a bruise, at worst. The only thing you have to do, is get better at that move.”

That one is a lie.

You don’t tell Hyunjin because you don’t need him crying out of guilt but he knew how to hit. It was a beautiful liver shot really, hit the vagus nerve just right. You can tell from how your legs gave out, blood and heart rate slowed, and breath stalled. Both you and Chan are lucky it wasn’t a hard hit, just a precise one. Hyunjin bows his head but it can’t hide how pink the tips of his ears are. “I really didn’t mean to, I’m-“ he shut his mouth. Good, he knows he should stop it already. “I’m just...nervous.”

“You’ve been chosen to be one of the groups to open Rookies Day,” you laugh; it hurts to laugh but you do. They need some reassurance. “You guys haven’t even debuted and you earned that honor. If you weren’t jittery as hell, I’d call you stupid or Felix.”

Felix turns his head at the mention of his name. “What?”

You pat him on the shoulder. “How about this? Just get better at it for me, yeah?” You smile at him and he looks up, a small one of his own, creeping into his lips.

“Okay, Null sunb- I mean Minho hyung,” he says, taking a step back as Chan puts an arm around your waist and leads you backstage.

You really don’t need the help, the pain is already subsiding. Then again someone should put some ointment on the bruise you knows is blossoming on your abdomen. So, you let him support you and he’s smiling for some reason, smirking to himself like he knows something you don’t. “The last time you had that smile on your face, we locked two people in a closet together,” You accuse, feeling a sliver of his amusement, and some suspicion of your own.

“It’s just...” He glances back over their shoulders. “They like you, they took to you so fast, it’s like they’ve-

You nod, “Known me for as long as they’ve known you,” you say with smile, despite the pain. “It’s kinda implied. Some theories say, we’re halves of a whole, others say we’re one.” You shrug, even though it had surprised you how fast Chan’s little group of misfits warmed up to you as well. It’s only been a week and a half since you and Chan found each other and you’ve spent almost every day of that week having with him and his group. A night ago you learned their Hellevator choreo. The first two days before that you spent so long in the studio with Chan and the other 2/3rds of 3racha you were called by every member of Krownus, even Jihyeon (2). 28 hours passed like nothing.

“It’s good you like em too.”

You scoff, “Your little pack of strays? Are you kidding?”

“Nah, you can’t pull that tough shit, Null” He teases, grinning as he guides you to the medic’s room backstage. “You like them. I can feel it.”

Damned soul bond, not letting you hide a thing from him.

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The day after the Royal Ball, you’re scrolling through SNS feeds for people’s opinion on the concert. Chan sits across from you, half listening to you read comments aloud and half focused on writing lyrics while both of you share a pair of airpods. You don’t notice but you’re bobbing your head to the beat of this new unreleased 3racha song.

Around you the Devil’s Den cafe is as busy as ever, more so that it’s just after lunch time. Students, office workers and fans alike are in and out of the door and the servers and baristas are red blurs. They’re calm in the face of their rush hour, mahogany aprons and white shirts spotless, and customer service smile still intact. They navigate their way around the people and tables with such grace and skill it makes you wonder how the hell you didn’t gain the same poise from working here in your years interning for Jihyeon. Then again, you were only ever on duty here as punishment for the stupid shit you pulled.

“Check it out,” you steal Chan’s attention away from his lyrics, clearing your throat. “Omona! Stray Kids were amazing at rookie’s day!” you squeal pitching up your voice to the point where it annoyed even you. “Bangchan-oppa was sooo cool, I just wanted to die!”

Chan laughs, throwing a wad of napkins at you. “Please, never do that again.”

“And deprive the world of my spot on impressions?” You shake your head, expression grave. “I have a duty in life Chanstopher Bang-“

“Chanstopher Ban-“

You silence him with a hand, exclaiming, “A duty Chanstopher!” before putting that same hand on your chest. “To make this dark world a brighter place with my humor...and outstanding personality.”

“Don’t forget, your incredible humility and modesty.” Chan rolls his eyes, closing his lyrics notebook. He stretches his arms back over his head, joints popping and straining. You do the same, you body relaxed in the wake of sitting in the same place and position for a few hours. To be honest, the only reason you two left Chan’s studio is because SKZ’s manager accused him of becoming a hermit.

You’re already packed up, your own lyrics notebook and laptop put away in a backpack, you just wait on Chan who heads to the restroom first. “Should we get a drink for the road?”

“In that line?” He gestures to the busy counter.

You rolls your eyes, pulling out your phone and sending a quick text. “Don’t worry about it,” You tell him, handing him back his other air pod and putting your hat back on. “I’m Klockwork (3) and the Kingdom (4) looks out for it’s Kings (5).”

Which is to say, you’re going to abuse your status as a fellow label mate to get your friend behind the counter to rush your order.

“Two cold brews for the dumb looking guy in the-“

You snatch one of drinks away with a click of your tongue. “And what have I done to deserve such slander, Dani?” The corners of your mouth twitch trying to maintain the feigned disappointment.

“Wore a neon green cap for one thing,” Dani says, wrinkling her nose in distaste, though amusement shines in her eyes. “Minho you look like you should be directing traffic at night.” She hold out the second drink for him. When he takes it she turns her back and goes on making other customer’s orders. You never noticed before, but Dani keeps her hair in a low ponytail more often than anything else. It suits her: like her it’s nothing too complicated or fancy but it’s nice, pretty even. You shake your head. It’s a weird line of thought, one you’ve never considered before.

Odd.

Adjusting the cap in question on your head, you have to admit the colors jars even you. Then again: “Didn’t you give me this?”

“Well yeah,” she turns back, holding some guys white chocolate mocha. “But I gave it away because it’s an eyesore. I didn’t think you were actually gonna wear it.”

She’s cute when she’s mocking you.

She is?

Something in your chest makes itself known then, an odd kind of warmth. It’s not from the coffee, nor the insulation your hoodie provides you with. You stare at the back of her head for a while until she turns and looks at you too. You shy away, which is not normal. What the hell is going on?

“You alright there Minho?”

Her concern for you is sweet. She’s sweet. What?

You shake your head. “Uh yeah. Fine.”

“Is there something on my face?” Dani, asks as she serves another drink but lets the other person behind the counter, an actual worker, call out the customer.

You can feel your gut churning, nerves building up. “No, nothing,” You say, voice even and calm. You feel fine but also not. You’re...jittery but it’s faint, like an aftereffect. This is not normal. Teasing back and forth with Dani is. Insulting her and accepting her insults is. Writing and composing with her at the original Devil’s Den (6), the studio, is. And nothing about that is any different from this.

Except...

“Are you sure?” She raises a brow at you, “Because your friend by the bathroom is looking at me weird too.”

You whirl around, eyes finding Chan. His hands are fidgeting at his sides, wiping them on his pants. He swallows, a bead of sweat trailing down the side of his face even though it’s air conditioned in the cafe. He’s looking towards the counter but not back at you. You follow his line of sight.

“Oh shit.”

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Rebloooog. Like or whateva ❣

Glossary (1) Klockwork Royal Ball: The label’s concert like an SM or JYP tour that also features other artists.

(2) Jihyeon: Nam Jihyeon; stage name “Sin”; the leader of Minho’s group Krownus and owner of Devil’s Den

(3) Klockwork: Minho’s label

(4) Kingdom: What the label’s fans are called; likened to JYP Nation.

(5) Kings: Artists from the label Klockwork

(6) Devil’s Den: The name of Sin’s (Nam Jihyeon’s) studio and her cafe where her interns and trainees are sent as punishment or just as a part time job opportunity. (Either way they get paid)

Masterlist

[nj-in]

Old Han art (2 months ago)

Count the Jeongins!

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

Dumb Crap My Friends and I Wrote WAY Too Far Past Midnight

(A/N) Also, here’s a challenge. Try to name as many of the K-pop stars here as possible, ‘cause I ain’t labeling them~. Good luck, and remember! Google is a sin when it come to this. ;3

1:03 AM

The pit-pat or rain harmonized beautifully with his laugh, I realized. Or maybe the comforting sound of his chuckling could fit in anywhere, making any place seem familiar and cozy. 

He had his head thrown back, laughing at a witty remark I had made. The last echoes of his laugh faded around the gazebo that we had sheltered under when we got caught in the downpour. 

His friendly brown eyes caught mine, and for a moment, we just stared, being lost in each other. He then pulled me into a hug, and I felt his still-wet hair against my cheek as he whispered,

“I’m so lucky to have you.”

1:11 AM

He liked it when you wore his clothes, especially since he was away so often. It made him feel closer to you, and he was quite used to coming home and seeing you in his hoodies and tee-shirts, saying you missed him. And sometimes, you’d steal his snapbacks and beanies when you went out for dates, or you’d slip on one of his necklaces or rings—but that really didn’t matter.

He loved it, even if he never said it. 

Though, on a lazy day spent with you, just simply playing video games, binge-eating junk food, and playing Just Dance in the living room, he definitely wasn’t expecting to see you in his socks. It was a surprisingly pleasant surprise. 

They folded over your toes, so clearly too big for you. The red and white color looked good against your skin, and they made you walk with a slight waddle, so he didn’t mind too much about the invasion of his sock-drawer. 

That day, he finally had enough confidence to let you know that you looked cute in his clothes. 

1:25 AM

I didn’t mind chilling in the dorms with him at midnight, just playing video games until four in the morning.

He was enough. 

1:50 AM

He was your soulmate. 

He’s literally your best friend, and when you first met, you just clicked, and you wanted to hang out more. So, you end up cooking for the rest of the group a lot together, even though you get teasing from the maknae-line saying that you two are the antonym of “manly”. 

1:58 AM

(A/N) ...We were on a SKZ binge, okay?

When I first met him, he was super annoyed with me—everything about me, really—because he couldn’t understand a word I said. I made it a personal challenge to befriend him, no matter what it takes.

Slowly, after he got to know me for a while, he got softer around me, until one day, he just started acting flat-out cute, finally signalling that I had succeeded in the difficult task of getting close to him.

2:04 AM

In the future, you would hear him take six different tones of breath.

1. A breath of surprise, because you did something that made him really happy. Honestly, that could’ve just been your presence, expected or otherwise. 

2. A breath of relief, because you caught him when he was tripping over something. 

3. A breath of content, because that day was the day you were both allowed a moment of peace just to enjoy each other.

4. A breath of frustration, because of your first real argument. 

5. A breath of boredom, because you ran out bored-games to play on your dope sleepover. 

6. A breath of exhaustion, because, damn, pillow-fights take a lot out of you.

2:08 AM

(A/N) The way my friend wrote this, I’m pretty positive it’s from the point of view of the member she wrote about.

When I first saw her, I thought she was a queen. I was captured by the brightness she left behind, everywhere she went. 

I saw her demonic side too, believe me, but I still believed her to be the best—and pretty much—most adorable person on earth. 

One day, we had an entire in-depth discussion about it, just for fun’s sake. 

In the end, she even told me she thought I was handsome. 

2:12 AM

As it happens, that day, we went to the ocean together, as a random late-night adventure. It was like a dream, and we decided to do it just for the sake that neither of us wanted to be alone.

2:17 AM

The thought of you sparked an interest in him. Slowly, as your relationship improved, he saw the entire picture like a panoramic shot.

For the rest of his life, you would be by his side all of the time. You were massively important to him, even if no one else even mentioned you. 

Sometimes, it felt as though you were only acknowledged by him; just a ghost that only he could see. 

And that was okay.

2:25 AM

The vocalist had a best friend. The way they met was unconventional, to say the least. 

When he first met his best friend, a nice fella of a reasonably tall stature, he thought he was a girl. He liked the smell of his perfume (actually his cologne), they had similar interests, and it got to the point where all he wanted to do was see him all day, everyday. 

But when he found out the truth, he laughed at himself, and settled for inviting his best friend, now a confirmed male, over to the dorms for a round or two of Overwatch. 

Conclusion? Friends are dope. Especially when they forgive you for those kinds of dumb mistakes.

2:30 AM

(A/N) My friend wrote this and, of course, we were exhausted, so there were tons of spelling errors, so I had to read it over so many times to even understand what was going on here. XD Even now, I’m still like, “wth”.

At first, he thought I was a guy—which happens to me fairly often, for some odd reason... I brushed it off because it was such a common mistake, and told him that I was actually, in fact, a girl. 

It was clear, after I told him, that he thought I was the biggest, greatest, most interesting thing in the world! Not sure why, but there ya go, mate. He gave me lots of compliments for having the courage to tell him, even though it must’ve been “perilous”.

That day, he bought me milk, as an apology. 

(A/N) Milk...?—what the heck? XD I’m just curious, that’s all. 

2:39 AM

You and him met by chance. A mutual friend introduced you, and you knew from day two that you’d never go back. 

You tended to adore it when you were together, and you enjoyed just sitting across from each other, sometimes having deep conversations, and other times, just reading or messing around on your phones. 

You trusted each other not to disturb the beautiful peaceful silences you created together. They were too precious.

2:45 AM

(A/N) ...sleep deprivation really caught up to us here, but I ain’t questioning it.

I first met him—this eccentric and special young man—when he was in need of help. I was close-by, and he called out to me, hoping I would be caring enough to assist him.

For some reason or another, he was building a chair. I helped him finish that chair. Soon after that, we started grabbing coffee together, and became fast-friends. 

Months after that, he asked for my help in writing a song, so of course I was there for him! He trusted my opinions, so I wouldn’t let him down. 

We laughed a lot during that time, I recall... His laugh is one of my favorite sounds in the world, so I always tried to make him laugh. That’s why I usually told him the story about me hitting the nail with the hammer. 

(A/N) You’d get the nail and hammer joke if you knew my friend. 

2:53 AM

(A/N) I think this is an AU or something?? ‘Cause if not—WHY IS HE FIXING A ROOF?

Your first meeting with him was actually pretty strange. This guy—the dude you eventually fell in love with—is actually the guy who patched the hole in your roof after a bad storm. 

He coordinated with you, a famous illustrator, to design the most amazing roof possible! And now? Ten years later?

You’re happily married and have three kids. 

(A/N) ...I have no words. XD

(A/N) Well... That was a wild ride. XD Hope you enjoyed our crack-headed antics!

Have a wonderful rest of the year, and I hope you can make all your goals work out! Remember: “Goals are attainable dreams!”