#seungmin friends to lovers

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Dare You To (Make A) Move (K.S)

Warnings: Just pure cuteness and Seungmin and Minho being shit's

Word Count: 1305

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“You’re sure they don’t mind me coming tonight?” You ask your best friend, worried you were intruding on guys night despite the fact he had assured you multiple times you weren’t. It’s not that you were nervous, you’d met the boys many times. You just hated to feel like you were intruding even though you knew you weren’t.

“Yes I’m sure, they adore you, dork” Seungmin says turning to give you a look as he takes your hand and open the door to the dorms.

“Oh I’m the dork? That’s rich coming from you” you laugh with a smile on your face as you follow him in.

“Mmm at least I’m not clumsy like you” he smirks, knowing he’s got you on this one.

“Hey! I can’t help that I’m clumsy! That’s not fair!” You stop behind him just after you two walk into the living room where the boys are, your arm getting tugged by his before he realizes you stopped. He turns to see you standing there with a pout on your face.

“Awww I’m sorry, did I hurt your feelings?” He asks, sounding sympathetic to you.

“Yeah” you say as you nod at him, keeping up the pout and looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Awww babe… man I would have thought after all this time being friends you’d be used to this by now” he laughs, even more when he sees your jaw drop after hearing your gasp at his words. “I’m kidding!! I’m sorry babe, come here” he says, pulling you into a hug, rubbing your back.

It wasn’t unusual for him to call you babe, it came up one time when he was teasing you and kind of stuck for him. You never minded it, but now you wish it meant more.

“Awww isn’t that cute?” You hear Minho quip from behind you as you’re pulling away from Seungmin. You raise a brow at him while trying to hide you’re blush.

“What’s cute?” You ask him as you hear a couple of the others snicker.

“I think he meant you two” Han giggles from beside Minho.

“Us? What about us two?” You ask, confused, as you sit down on an open spot on the couch next to I.N, Seungmin sitting on the other side of you.

“I think they’re trying to joke that you two are cute together” Hyunjin says with a smirk.

“Oh, I see” you say, trying to hide your blush.

“Come on, leave them alone guys” Chan says from the other side of the room.

“So what are we doing tonight anyway?” You ask, trying to change the topic.

“Just some games and hanging out!” You hear Felix say as he walks into the living room with snacks for everyone.

“Oo thanks Lix! And sounds fun!” You say as you lean back into the couch. You feel Seungmin’s arm behind your shoulders on the back of the couch but try to ignore it.

“What are we playing first?” I.N asks from beside you.

“Jenga!” Changbin yells from the floor, causing all of you to burst into laughter.

“Jenga it is!” Chan says as he gets out the game and you all start setting it up.

“No!! No way that’s still standing!!” You yell as Han pulls out his next piece and stacks it. The remaining tower looking VERY unstable but somehow is still standing.

“What can I say, I’m just that good!” He says from across the table with a smirk.

“Yeah, that’s it Ji” you say with a huff and eye roll as you examine the tower for your next move. It was just you two left and you were determined to win. As you were looking, you were fiddling with your necklace when you feel Seungmin start fiddling with your hair that’s resting near your shoulder by his hand. Without realizing you let out a small hum without breaking your concentration.

“Someone likes that Seungmin” you hear Minho say from beside Han and you can tell by his tone he’s smirking. You refuse to give him the satisfaction of a reaction though and focus on the tower.

“No idea what you mean” Seungmin says from beside you as he continues to play with your hair. You bite your lip to try to keep a sound from escaping as it becomes harder to concentrate. What you don’t see is the matching smirk on Seungmin’s face.

“Oh come on, it’s so obvious you two have a thing for each other!” Hyunjin says from the other end of the couch.

“It kind of is” you hear Felix chime in from beside him.

“Wait does everyone here think we like each other?” You ask, looking around the room at them all.

“Yes!” You hear them all answer in unison, including, to your surprise, Seungmin from beside you. You turn to look at him surprised as you hear Minho speak up.

“But Seungmin here is too nervous to make a move. We’ve tried getting him to for ages but he hasn’t yet. So I doubt he will now.” He says with a challenging smirk at Seungmin, looking him dead in the eyes.

“Oh I won’t huh?” Seungmin says before you feel his hands move down to your waist and tug you onto his lap so you’re facing him. You let out a small gasp in surprise as your eyes widen, staring at him.

You sit there for a moment staring at each other and suddenly it feels like there’s no one else in the room as he slowly moves his hand up to cup your cheek. You see a questioning look in his eye and you nod slightly, knowing what he’s asking of you without saying it.

Next thing you know, he surges forward and kisses you, his other arm wrapping around your waist as the one holding your cheek keeps your face against his. You instantly melt into the kiss, letting out a sigh as you lean into him to get a little closer.

The room erupts into a cacophony of yells and cheers around you.

“Yes!! Finally!!” Hyunjin yells.

“About time!” You best I.N from beside you.

“Oh my god they’re so cute” Felix says.

“I didn’t think he’d actually do it” Minho says, impressed.

The guys are still cheering as you two continue the kiss. At this point you’ve deepened the kiss, your hand reaching to tangle into his hair as you hum against his lips. He licks against yours gently, contrasting the intense kiss, and you let him in as you sigh, moving even closer to him.

“Okay guys, I think that’s enough” you hear Chan say a little awkwardly as the cheering dies down. You blush a little as you pull away, embarrassed you forgot all the guys were around. Seungmin just sits there with a big smile on his face though, not taking his eyes off yours.

“Mmm I don’t think that is enough yet, thanks though” he says with a smirk before sliding his arms beneath your bottom and standing up with you in his arms, carrying you down the hall as you yelp in surprise.

“Where are we going?” You laugh as you smile at him.

“My room for some privacy, that way they can’t use me making out with my girlfriend against me later” he says and you can’t help but laugh at his antics as he opens his door and carries you in. As he starts to shut the door, you hear two things.

“Use protection” Chan tells after you two, followed by Han chiming in with “Does this mean I win the game?!” And you laugh again as Seungmin shuts the door and leans in to kiss you.

Han may have won the game, but you and Seungmin were the real winners that night.

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halfway through summer — kim seungmin. best friends to lovers. fluff. can happen in the universe of "eighteen" a few years back.

that one time kim seungmin almost confesses (1.0k words)

It is halfway through summer, and the last train is coming. 

Seungmin worries first about whether the pair of you can make it in time to the station, taking you by the hand and rushing through the crowd of people hoping to make the last trip. He worries about the consequences of knowing how your hand fits perfectly with his after, and the way you’d smiled at him that night, among other things. 

It’s easy to find an empty compartment when half of the world is asleep. The train is ghost-like, and when you sit down, it looks like there are words brewing in your throat that you want to say, but don’t know how to phrase.

Seungmin doesn’t push you.

Five minutes pass by.

“Thanks Minnie.” It’s two words that has him swallow his heart back down his throat, especially when you smile up at him, soft eyes staring down at the sneakers you’d gifted him a few birthdays ago. He wears them everyday.

The night had started early, and truthfully, Seungmin had been willing himself to sleep as early as 7pm so he didn't have to think about the prospect of another boy holding your hand, someone who could’ve made you laugh louder than he ever could. Then it blurred along the lines of receiving a phone call, and the heartbreaking way your voice quivered, and the immediate concern washing over Seungmin as he’d raced into the restaurant he’d dropped you off at earlier. 

“He– he stood me up. I was waiting there for hours, it made me feel so stupid, and he—”

“Shh, come here. Come here. It’s okay.” 

He pulls you to his body, gently bringing your face to his neck. The back of his shirt is wet. You don’t know it’s from the sweat he’d conjured when he’d rushed to you. 

“Is it me? I just—”

“I don’t want you to finish that sentence. It’s not you, okay? He’s just an ass.”

Seungmin holds you for a while, rubbing your back, and soothing you with quiet words. The way he cages you in his arms is gentle, but his eyes showed that he was angry. He would never say he was angry, but it was always painfully obvious when he was. His eyebrows would knit, and his eyes would speak words that are brewing in his throat. 

When you look up at him, the look vanishes into something that looks softer. Seungmin has always been mastered in only directing emotions that he means to you—happiness, pain, romance, but never anger. He knows you hate it, the loud voices and the harsh inhale and exhale.

Instead, he brings a hand to wipe the stray tears nipping at your eyes. He takes you around the city until the disheartened look on your face leaves. 

“You don’t have to thank me. You know I’d do anything for you.” It’s sincere, the way he looks at you, and the slight quiver on his lips, like he wants to say more. 

“You always take care of me.” 

“That’s because I—” 

Seungmin stops himself before he can say it, biting his lower lip. Timing is a fickle thing, and he knows this moment with you in this small, empty train compartment is not the right time to confess the feelings he’d buried so deep in fear of it spilling out. 

“Because?” You ask.

It’s silent, and Seungmin looks at your hands, the same ones he’d held mere minutes ago. The city lights outside are lulling. 

“Because if I didn’t, you probably wouldn’t have survived this long.” 

Your laughter rings out the moment he says it, and he barely feels the playful kick you had directed at him because he’s too busy relishing in your crinkled eyes and how they’re in sharp contrast to the teary, red-stained way it had looked earlier. 

You smile at each other. Yours in laughter, and his in admiration. He is only a person with a mind making room for more memories with you, for more moments like this with you.

The moon falls across the train compartment, and it’s in moments like these that have Seungmin reconsidering how forever would feel like, and how he wouldn’t mind having this moment last for a little bit longer than it should. Sitting here with you, a mere spectator of who you are as a person amongst the soft glow of the moon, makes Seungmin feel hopeless. 

But you remain unaware. You look outside, laughter having died down, but a smile staying. Maybe divinity had heard his secret plea, his quiet prayer, as the train’s intercom announces a slight delay. And he could’ve sworn he heard a whisper telling him to confess, but he hesitates. You’re still staring at the window, no sign of saying anything, and he feels himself redirecting the breath of words he’s been meaning to tell you to the floor. 

You tilt your head to look at the city lights better, and Seungmin is still looking at you subtly. The train starts to move again, and time continues to pass.

“Would you really do anything for me?” 

He barely hears you say it, but when it registers, he shifts in his seat as if coming to life. He wonders whether he should make a joke out of it, if he should continue hiding his feelings in the guise of teasing, but your eyes look sincere. Almost hopeful. 

“Anything.”

The way you smile after he says it makes happiness feel like nothing more than a human construct, because what is it if not the way you’re looking at him right now? 

The last train makes a stop at your station. Seungmin walks you back to your dorms, and he spends the rest of his way home thinking about tonight. The consequences of the things he’d worried about are washing over now, the feel of your hand, the sound of your laugh, and other things. 

It is halfway through summer, the train is long gone, and he whispers a silent prayer where no one can hear for the rest of the summer to feel like the forever he had felt in that train compartment. 

[daceydeath]

Oblivious

Pairing: Seungmin x reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Genre: Friends to Lovers

Warnings: Swearing, Suggestive Content

For my beloved @krishastumblernow who has never stopped supporting me xx

Watching as Seungmin made his way across the park baseball cap pulled down and walking like his normal happy puppy self, you couldn't help but smile. You had been close friends for years and despite the fact that you could always spot him from his height it was his walk that always gave him away. As he reached the spot you always met at he finally looked up and saw you, a bright smile crossing his face.

"Have you been waiting long?" he flopped down on the bench beside you giving you a haphazard side hug.

"Not really maybe five minutes" you smiled back taking in his face, you knew the crush you had always harbored on him was one sided but at moments like these where he was so close to you you couldn't help but admire his beautiful features.

"Did you want to grab some coffee then? I know a cool café nearby that does those character coffees you like" he suggested nudging you with his shoulder playfully making you laugh softly before you stood up letting him guide you in the right direction.

"I'm glad you had time to hang out Seung, it's been almost a month" you sighed feeling happy with the sun on your face and him at your side.

"I know, I've missed you too" he laughed as your eyes widened ready to start bickering with him "it does suck getting stuck without any of the outside world for so long".

"Oh yeah I don't know how you guys all do it, I could never spend that much time travelling and only seeing the insides of hotel rooms, venues and planes" you nodded knowing that although his life looked glamorous it usually wasn't.

"What have you been up to, I know we text all the time but anything going on? Met anyone yet?" he teased his fingers brushing yours as you walked beside him.

"Sorry to disappoint you Seung but I haven't met anyone to take me off your hands yet" you rolled your eyes making him grin at his own joke.

"I thought you had a date last week though?" he stopped fishing his phone from his pocket to go through your chat to make sure he had read them properly.

"I did but it didn't work out" you shrugged as he frowned slightly and started walking again.

"Do you want to talk about it? He wasn't mean to you was he?" Seungmin asked, still not looking totally happy.

"It's nothing too bad he just said that he thought we would be better as friends" you explained, sighing as he started looking skeptical "I'm pretty sure there is something that makes me best friend material not girlfriend material".

"Yeah that is bullshit and you know it" he said firmly just before you stepped into the café. He guided you through the tables to one that sat at the back of the room so he was less likely to be recognized or photographed. "I'll go order and then we are going to talk about all the ways he was wrong".

You watched him approach the counter and order for the both of you pointedly ignoring the look the pretty girl behind the counter gave him, even though you could fully understand her, it was hard to not gawk at how handsome he was. He smiled politely, paid and then retreated quickly back to you with a faint blush across his cheeks that you meant one of two things, she had asked for his number or she had tried to give him her number, he was bad at both scenarios.

"Was it your number or hers?" you snickered watching him sit quickly in his flustered state.

"Hers, and stop laughing" he sulked, screwing up his nose at you.

"You really should be used to this by now Seung, you are going to be gorgeous forever you know" you giggled as he tried to not blush further.

"Yeah well you should stop going on dates with idiots who don't know how lucky they are to be sitting across a table from you" he snipped back trying to distract you from what you had just witnessed.

"What does that even mean, Seung?" you raised your eyebrows at him expectantly as the girl from the counter came to place your drinks and a large piece of cake between you making you smile.

"You always go on dates with idiots who can't see how amazing you are, it's not hard to see how smart, funny or beautiful you are so they all must be morons or too self absorbed to notice" he explained casually waiving his fork before he stuck it into the cake to take a bite.

"You think I'm beautiful?" you whispered as your heart beat harder in your chest thinking that he thought that about you.

"Well yeah you're the most beautiful girl I know" he smiled through a mouthful of cake as your eyes widened at him making him get shy and look back down at his drink. "I thought you would like the Totoro one and I got the puppy one".

"They are really cute" you agreed, swallowing the feeling of nervous happiness back down as you picked up the fork he had gotten for you to share the cake with him, a simple gesture that you were used to that now felt more intimate than it should.

"Most of the guys are out tonight. Did you want to come over to the dorm and watch a movie?" he asked, suddenly making you cough a little on your cake. Taking a sip of your coffee trying to not destroy the art on top you swallowed down the murderous offering while he silently laughed at you.

"Sure, are you going to try to kill me with food there too?" you tried glaring but your eyes were watering which only made him laugh harder and cut through the tension that had been between you.

"I can see it now Stray Kids Kim Seungmin arrested for murdering a friend with cake crumbs!" he joked, still laughing.

"Reports say friend's last words were stop laughing and help me you dick" you grumbled back as you finished your coffee.

"But really you don't have to come over if you're busy" he added softly.

"I'm never too busy to hang out with you Seung" you smiled triumphantly, stabbing the last mouthful of cake and stealing it out from under him while he pouted.

"Come on then we'll head back now and order in for dinner" he rolled his eyes at your theatrics and helped you put your coat back on before following you out of the cafe and into the street.

"Sure Seung, did you have a movie in mind?" you chuckled while he brushed his hand against yours again as you got back to the park.

"Well we could either binge a new series or I was thinking maybe the new Marvel movie" he shrugged easily as he continued to walk at your side despite the fact that you always walked slower than him.

"I don't mind either, should we decide when we get dinner?" you mused as you approached the van that had dropped him off to see you. He helped you in before shutting the door behind him and letting the staff know you were wanting to head back to the dorm.

"What's so important that you actually manage to get the dorm to yourself?" you pondered looking to him for an answer as the van started moving, pulling into traffic and driving you towards the dorm.

"Minho and Felix are doing some kind of dance practice tonight and Innie is out with Hyunjin" he shrugged casually. "Any preference for dinner? or I will just order fried chicken".

"Chicken is fine but can we also get some dessert?" you grinned, turning back to look out the window of the moving van.

"Sure" he answered and you could hear the smile in his voice making you feel warm. It had been a month since you had seen him now in one day you were going to get to spend hours with him which was more than you would ever normally dare to ask from him, he was busy with his work as an idol and you knew at some point he would also find someone that he would want to date which would probably take up the rest of his free time, so you knew each time you saw him you needed to be grateful for the time you were getting because it probably would be finite.

"You are thinking way too loudly, are you still thinking about the idiot from last week?" he questioned as he frowned his brows knitting together lightly once again.

"No just thinking I'm lucky to steal this much of your time" you blinked shyly as his face changed to surprise then pleased while yours must have been pink dusted the tips of your ears.

"I'm the lucky one" he countered, clearing his throat "not many friends are willing to wait around for weeks to just hang out". He shifted in his seat slightly as the van pulled into the underground garage that the apartment building his dorm was in. The dim light made it hard for you to see properly for a moment while the van parked and Seungmin opened the door for you to follow him out.

His apartment was chaotic as always four grown men living together had made for interesting decor. It was part bachelor pad, part family home with random plushie pillows littering the couch and game controllers on the coffee table as well as jackets handing off nearly every chair but it was spotlessly clean and comfortably lived in. Putting your shoes away in the entryway you followed Seung into the lounge area plopping down on the couch as he continued to the kitchen.

"Did you want something to drink?" he asked while he stuck his own head in the fridge to find something for himself. "We have water, juice or beer".

"Beer please" you playfully answered throwing him an exaggerated wink when he looked over the fridge door at you. Grabbing two beers he opened them and walked over to the couch to sit next to you handing you a controller before smirking.

"Play until we order dinner?" he smirked knowing you would agree but would end up getting huffy at him for losing every round you played against him. You just nodded knowing Seungmin was trying to wind you up, you enjoyed playing video games but you were far from being any good at them, at least far from being as good as he was. It would end in a playful fight while you waited for dinner to arrive that would all be forgotten by the time you started the movie and ate until you were full and sleepy cuddled up next to him. Well that's how it used to go before he got as successful as he was now, before the fame and demand had him working almost every day, tonight turned out to be no different.

"Just order dinner Seung" you whined, flopping back against the back of the couch and hugging a cat pillow to your chest as he laughed at you.

"You are still so bad at losing" he laughed harder when you pouted and looked at the floor "but I'll order".

You grabbed the remote and flicked over to Netflix hoping you could at least find something to watch that the pair of you could agree on, scrolling through the recommendations you found a drama that you were wanting to watch.

"Have you watched this one?" You asked hopefully looking over at him to find his eyes already on you.

"Not yet, did you want to start that tonight?" He smiled lopsidedly as you grinned back selecting the first episode to start playing. You knew that Seungmin, Hyunjin and Han all watched dramas not necessarily together but they recommended them between themselves so it wasn't strange for Seung to get caught up in one. As the first episode played you watched the two lead characters fumble about in their storylines making cute mistakes or embarrassing themselves as you sipped the rest of your beer. Letting the second one start you were interrupted by the food delivery, by the third episode you were onto your second beer and righting all the wrongs in the characters lives while you sat sprawled out against each other.

"Come on that was obvious" you huffed, the female character intentionally acting cute for the male character.

"He's obviously distracted" Seungmin agreed, taking another mouthful of his drink. "She on the other hand is easily the most oblivious person ever, he's been flirting with her all episode and she just doesn't get it".

"His flirting is so clumsy she is never going to take it as actual flirting she just thinks he's being sweet or teasing her" you argued laughing as Seung pouted ridiculously

"How is it teasing? Plus if she doesn't confess her feelings he will end up with someone else" Seungmin shrugged watching the screen. Six episodes in and the characters were finally getting their shit together and the guy was about to do his dramatic confession in the rain scene.

"So romantic" you gushed, wide eyes on the screen.

"So cliche" Seungmin groaned next to you making you roll your eyes "I mean what girl wants a dripping wet guy traipsing through her house dripping water everywhere?".

"It's not how he confesses it's what he says when he confesses" you laughed turning to look at Seungmin. "They could be eating dinner in their pajamas and it would still be romantic" you finished turning back to the screen, not noticing the look on Seungmin's face, to find them kissing passionately in her apartment. The scene made you squirm a little, your face heating up as you watched them slowly undress each other.

"Are you ok?" Seungmin interrupted, his eyes still on you "You have gone all red".

"I'm fine" you brushed him off your voice a little bit too high pitched to be considered normal. "It's because of the beer" you covered hoping he wouldn't press you further.

"When was the last time someone kissed you like that?" Seungmin pressed, tilting his head at you and leaning in closer his eyes looking darker suddenly.

"No one has ever kissed me like that" you swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry unable to turn away from him and back to the screen. You could hear him pause the episode but couldn't tear your eyes away from him to check.

"No one?" Seungmin repeated, softly the distance between you getting even smaller.

"No one" you breathed. He closed the gap between you a little more, his breath now fanning across your cheeks and his eyes still gazing deeply into yours. Smiling softly he lifted his hand placing a knuckle under your chin to raise it, his eyes flicked down to your lips quickly, your breath hitched as he chastely pressed his lips to yours testing what you wanted him to do. You kissed him back softly, giving him all the permission he needed to kiss you more passionately, his lips soft and plush against yours.

Pulling you into his lap you tangled your fingers in his hair to hold him as close as you could. He ran his tongue along the seam of your lips seeking entry making you gasp, which he took full advantage of sliding his tongue against yours and taking the lead as your need for him became more evident. Eventually breaking away from your mouth for air he kissed his way along your jaw and down to your neck smiling as your breathing turned sped up.

"Seungmin" you mumbled fire burning under the skin his lips touched making you feel light headed.

"What if it's actions, my love" he murmured into your skin "instead of words".

Seungmin pulled your body flush against his, his hands sliding down your sides until they reached the back of your thighs which he squeezed gently before grasping firmly and standing up which made you wrap your legs around him instinctively. He smirked seductively before pressing his lips to yours again and walking you to his room kicking the door shut behind you with his foot. The drama and leftover food now forgotten in the lounge for the rest of the night.

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short and sweet fluff <3

your first kiss

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“It’s always in these quiet moments, just after sunset, when the world is painted in soft twilight, that you feel most at ease beside Seungmin.”

His shoulder brushes yours as you walk, the touch lingering like an unsaid promise. You’ve only known each other for a month, yet it feels like a lifetime — like you've always known the sound of his laughter when it slips from his lips, the way it builds until he’s clutching his stomach, his hand instinctively covering his mouth. You’ve learned the little things: his favorite foods, the ones he wrinkles his nose at, how his eyes light up when he talks about baseball, and the way he turns shy under your gaze, his confidence faltering for just a moment. And somehow, he’s memorized the same small, intricate details about you.

There’s something about Seungmin that draws you in, like you could lose yourself in the depths of his eyes, in the rhythm of his words. The nights you spend together have become a ritual, drifting into conversations that spill into the evening air, neither of you wanting them to end. He listens as if each word you say is something to be treasured, and when he speaks, you find yourself hanging on every syllable, drawn in by the sincerity behind them. 

Now, like you’ve done many nights that sacred month, the two of you walk side by side through the familiar streets, the conversations between you flowing as effortlessly as the night breeze. There’s a tension in the air, subtle but undeniable, something more than friendship settling between the spaces of your words. And though neither of you has said anything, it lingers, waiting to be acknowledged.

“You’re really intelligent, you know that?” The words escape your lips before you can stop them, but now that they're out, you can’t help but follow through. “I mean, the way you speak… it’s so thoughtful, like you’ve really considered everything before you say it. It makes me want to keep listening.”

His eyes widen at your sudden confession, the surprise evident as a soft blush creeps up his cheeks. He quickly turns his head toward you, as if searching your face for sincerity, but the warmth in his eyes betrays the shyness he’s trying to hide.

“You’re not just smart, Seungmin… you make people feel like their words matter.” There’s a hint of embarrassment in your voice, but the relief of finally saying it outweighs your nerves. You’ve been wanting to tell him this from the moment you realized how deeply he listens, how effortlessly he makes you feel heard.

For a moment, he’s quiet, as if weighing your words carefully. Then, a soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips, his blush deepening under the fading light. “I didn’t know I did that,” he murmurs, almost to himself, his voice low and warm. His eyes flicker to yours again, and there’s a softness there, something unspoken hanging between you, lingering in the space of the moment. 

You quickly look away, a sudden wave of shyness bubbling up inside you. The air between you feels almost too thick to breathe, the quiet weight of something unspoken pressing down on your chest. As your eyes wander, searching for something—anything—to break the tension, you spot it: a faint, glowing light in the distance. A small, vintage photo booth sits tucked away at the corner of the street, its neon sign flickering invitingly, like it’s calling to you.

Your heart skips a beat as excitement overtakes the nerves. “Look!” you exclaim, pointing at it. Without thinking, you grab Seungmin’s hand, a burst of adrenaline pushing away the lingering tension. “We have to take pictures!”

He blinks, caught off guard by your sudden enthusiasm, but follows you with a soft laugh. “A photo booth?” he asks, amusement mingling with a hint of nerves in his voice. He’s been unusually quiet all night, but you don’t dwell on it as you pull him closer.

The booth looks even more charming up close, its faded paint and soft, glowing interior giving it a nostalgic warmth. You lift the curtain and slide inside, barely able to contain your excitement. Seungmin hesitates for a moment before sitting beside you, the small space forcing your knees to bump and shoulders to press together. The closeness stirs something inside you, a flutter of nerves that you try to ignore.

You fumble with the coins, your excitement getting the better of you, and one slips from your fingers, clattering to the floor of the booth. “Oops,” you mumble, bending down to grab it, just as Seungmin does the same.

Your heads collide with a soft thud, both of you freezing at the unexpected contact.

“Ow,” you laugh awkwardly, rubbing your forehead as a nervous giggle escapes your lips. Seungmin’s eyes widen, a startled smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Sorry,” he mutters, his voice soft and apologetic, his own hand brushing against his forehead. For a moment, you’re both stuck in this awkward dance of flustered apologies and quiet laughter, neither of you quite sure what to do next.

You finally manage to pick up the coin, the air between you lighter but still charged with something more, something unsaid. As you straighten back up and drop the coin into the slot, the machine hums to life again, the countdown starting on the screen.

“Ready?” you ask, glancing at Seungmin. He nods, but there’s something in his expression—an intensity, a quiet sort of tension that wasn’t there before.

The first flash goes off, capturing your smiles, your faces still a safe distance apart. For the second shot, you make a funny face, and Seungmin laughs, some of his earlier nervousness melting away. But by the third picture, things shift again. You’re closer now, your knees brushing with each breath, the air between you thickening once more. 

The countdown for the third photo begins, but this time, Seungmin doesn’t move. He glances at the screen, then back at you, his expression unreadable. The numbers tick down, and just as you expect the flash, he speaks, his voice soft, almost hesitant.

“Can I kiss you?”

The question hangs in the air, quiet but heavy, and your heart skips a beat. You weren’t expecting it, and the sudden vulnerability in his voice makes the moment feel more intimate, more real than anything you’ve felt with him before.

You meet his eyes, wide and sincere, and for a second, all the playful banter, all the lingering tension, comes rushing back to you. You’ve thought about this, about him, but the way he asks—careful, as if he’s giving you a choice, a way out if you want it—makes your heart ache in a way you didn’t expect.

The camera flashes, but neither of you move. 

You swallow, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yes.”

Seungmin exhales, like he’s been holding his breath, and slowly—so slowly it’s almost painful—he leans in. His hand hovers near yours, as if unsure whether to take it. His eyes never leave yours, searching your face for any sign of hesitation. But there is none.

When his lips finally brush yours, it’s tentative, soft, like a question being asked again with each gentle movement. The kiss is hesitant, sweet and shy, as if he’s afraid of moving too fast, of breaking whatever delicate thing has been building between you. Your heart hammers in your chest, every inch of your skin buzzing with nervous energy.

The final flash of the camera goes unnoticed, the picture snapping without either of you caring. All that exists is the warmth of Seungmin’s lips on yours, the closeness that fills the tiny booth, and the quiet realization that everything between you has changed.

When he pulls back with unsteady breath, his face is flushed, and he looks at you like he’s unsure of what to say, his breath uneven, lips parted as if he’s trying to figure out what just happened. His expression is a mixture of surprise and something deeper, something that’s been building between you all night, maybe even longer.

You smile, feeling as flustered as he looks, the butterflies in your stomach refusing to settle. “That… that was nice,” you murmur, your voice shaking a little, as if you’re afraid of saying the wrong thing.

Seungmin glances down at the floor, rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle. “Yeah… it was,” he mumbles, his blush deepening as his eyes flicker back up to meet yours, his shyness mirroring your own.

You both sit in a comfortable silence for a moment, the world outside fading into the background. Seungmin finally looks at you, his eyes soft yet searching, and you feel a warmth spread through you as you meet his gaze. “I think I blinked… can we do it again?” you suggest shyly, gesturing toward the camera. A shy smile breaks through Seungmin’s earlier nerves as he reaches to put another coin into the machine.

“Definitely.” His response makes your heart race with anticipation, a flutter of excitement at the thought of capturing this moment again. As the countdown restarts, you lean back in closer, the warmth of his presence enveloping you once more. You can feel the electric buzz between you, and in that sweet, shy moment, you both know this experience—filled with laughter and a hint of longing—will linger in your memory long after the photos are developed. The camera flashes, freezing another moment, as you both bask in the promise of what’s yet to come.

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[ikleeknow]

₊˚ෆ 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔.

—— eight days leading up to Christmas with Straykids.

info : fem!reader, seperate one-shots, fluff, best friend to lovers au, established relationship au, enemies to lovers au, friends to lovers au, strangers to lovers au, mature language, Christmas related, non idol au

note : heyyy!! it’s been so long ik ik I’ve been so lazy recently but I decided to be productive, hopefully it lasts! These might be posted during November to December ( mostly November ) as I will be busy most of December!, anyways please enjoy ❤️

𝑮𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔. - (bangchan)

— best friends to lovers au, fem!reader, lots of fluff!

summary: when you come over to your best friends house to simply make gingerbread houses it somehow ends in you confessing but what will happen when he finds out?

published: 17th of November

𝒐𝒉.. 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒆 - ( lee know)

— friends to lovers au, fem!reader, fluff,

summary: you get invited to a Christmas party and at first you weren’t planning on going but when you realise your crush, lee know, is going why not you go too? published : tba

𝑹𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆. - ( changbin )

— established relationship au, fem!reader, lots of fluff!

summary: you love decorating your tree and listening to Christmas music but what makes it even better is your boyfriends with you!

published : tba

𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒔𝒚. - ( hyunjin)

— enemies to lovers, fem!reader, at first Hyunjin is rude and cold but slowly gets softer, fluf

summary: your friends all plan to go ice skating but when you get there you can only see hyunjin, oh and did I tell you? they locked you in the rank too

𝑯𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒔. - ( han jisung )

— best friend to lovers, fem!reader, fluff FLUFF

summary: when Jisung comes over to your apartment for your yearly Christmas movie marathon

𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈. - ( lee felix )

— established relationship au, fem!reader, fluff fluff fluff!!

summary: there’s nothing better than spending Christmas Eve with your boyfriend and cooking Christmas cookies with him

𝒅𝒐 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖?. - (seungmin)

— stranger to lovers, fem!reader, fluff, the other boys make an appearance

summary: you love to go tree shopping and focus on always getting the best tree but when all your focus is taken away from a cute boy with his friends the trees don’t seem as important anymore

𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆. - (Jeongin)

— friends to lovers, fem!reader, fluff

summary: when it starts snowing outside you drag Jeongin outside to build snowman but why is it so cold outside?

authors note : I hope you guys enjoy this series! and hopefully it doesn’t take to long to get out 🫶🏼🫶🏼

[astraysimp]

Forever and Always

Forever and Always 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Summary: Changbin is your best friend and is in love with you(baby is down BAD and SIMPINGt) and everyone knows–because he’s too in love to hide it and he wants you to know 

: ̗̀➛Warnings: simp binnie, friends to lovers, pet names, binnie rambles(affectionate and cute), kissing, fluff, the other members teasing binnie(playfully),mention of Binnie’s family( like one time), fem!reader , band mates call reader Mrs.Seo 

(this is my first time writing a friends to lovers trope, pls bare with me <3) ENJOY!!!! :) 

Changbin had a crush on you–majorly– and everyone knows. How do they know? Because, he doesn’t care to hide it, and he wants you to know. You were his home screen, lock screen, top contact–after his family. Your accounts–Disney +, spotify,etc– were added on his phone, so you didn’t have to worry about going with movies, music or whatever you needed; so long as he was there. This did, however, warrant a LOT of teasing from his band mates. Changbin was constantly met with the “why haven’t you confessed yet?” Or the “jeez, down that bad, huh, bin?” from his members. He didn’t care, though, as long as he had you. And, that brings you to now.

Changbin and his members were in the practice studio, touching up routines for upcoming performances. Everyone was sitting ( or laying down), as they were taking a break. He sat on the long couch, scrolling through his phone, and texting you, before a nosy Seungmin plopped himself by his hyung, letting out a chuckle. “Hyung, you’re still texting her?Just confess already!” Seungmin spoke up, earning nods from the other members.”Yeah, bin, she feels the same! Just tell her!” Hyunjin piped in, before Jeongin giggled. “What were you texting about anyways?Your wedding?” He laughed before Changbin whined. “Yahhhhh. I was just asking how far she is from the studio. She’s bringing lunch.” He whined, going back to his phone , texting you that his band mates were teasing him again.However, you were already in the building, walking to their practice room with bags of food in your hand. Giggling, you managed to send him a text back. “Almost there, bun. I’m coming to rescue you.hehehe.” You smiled,sliding your phone into your back pocket and walking down the long hallway of various rooms.

Finally(it was only a 2 minute walk) you found their closed door, and you could hear them still teasing Changbin, other members laughing along. Carefully you pushed the door open, and were met with a giddy Changbin running toward you and 7 other men smiling. “Hi boys, I have food!” You smiled, as Changbin took a bag from your hands, setting it on the floor. You heard a chorus of “Hi Y/nnie!” and “Hi Mrs.Seo”s. Giggling you pinched Changbin on his cheek, taking a seat next to him, away from the others.”Hi, bun. You doing okay?” You smiled, reaching a hand out to run through his hair. “Mhm. They were just teasing me again, missed you though.” he smiled back, taking a bite of his food. Although you had hung out together yesterday, you couldn’t deny that you missed him too. “I missed you too, bun. Always do.” You smiled , wiping a bit of sauce from the corner of his mouth. “Are we doing anything after you finish practice?” You asked, taking another bite of your food, subconsciously scooting closer to him. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder, Changbin shrugged, “doesn’t matter to me, bunny.” He’d said, resting his cheek against the top of your head. 

You and Changbin, however, were so immersed in your bubble that you didn’t notice the other members leaving, or calling out to you.”Mrs. Seo, I’m going to the bathroom.” “Mr and Mrs. Seo, I’m going to get a drink from the vending machine, d o you want anything?” It all went over yours and Changbin’s heads. It was just the two of you. Feeling tired after eating, you had cuddled yourself into Changbin’s chest, slinging an arm over his midsection and put your legs across his lap.. “Mmmm, bun. You smell nice,” you mumbled, holding him tighter. Blushing, he pressed a light kiss on the top of your head. “Thank you, bunny. You comfy?” He whispered, rocking you back and forth lightly. Yes, you two were always affectionate, this seemed different and was definitely pulling his heart strings. Nodding against his chest, you smiled, grabbing his hand. “Mhm, you’re so cozy. I like cuddling you.” You’d said, softly smiling up at him and man…..the amount of love for you he had in his chest was going to explode. “I love you, bunny,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead, as you were slowly blinking, trying to stay awake. “What?” You whispered, slightly pulling back and cupping his cheeks in your hands.” N-nothing, bunny. Just take a nap,yeah?” Changbin said, with a blush creeping up his neck and ears, a pink hue tinting them. “ No no… bun, What’d you say?” You spoke up, thumbs caressing his cheeks. “I-I said I love you. Not as a friend, as a girlfriend. Bunny, it’s always been you, ever since we met and you started talking to me. You’ve had my heart and soul and mind. Geez you’re so pretty and talented and sweet and kind and loving and I love you. And–and everyone knows, the both know my family knows, Heck I think the whole knows and I’ve just been to confess because I don’t want to lose you,ever-” He’d rambled , trying to avoid your gaze. But before he could ramble any further, you leaned in pressing your lips to his. He was surprised but kissed back, one hand pulling you into his chest further and the other cradling the small of your back. A minute later, you pulled away, your forehead against his. “Oh my binnie, my sweet bun. I love you too, I always have. I’ve always been yours, always and forever.” You whispered, placing another peck to his lips. Smiling, he hugged you tightly to his chest, pressing a kiss to your hair “I love you, forever and always, my bunny.”

Too immersed in your love for one another, neither of two noticed the other boys reentering the room. The only thing that snapped you out of your love bubble was the cheering, clapping and giggling from the others. “Finally! Finallyyyyyyyy, we knew this would happen!” Chan smiled, sitting back on the floor. Han and Felix clapped.

 “Waahhh, congratulations hyung and Y/nnie!” They giggled before Jeongin and Lee Know piped up.

 “Oh my god, You did it?! You confessed?!” They smiled, patting Changbin’s knee, laughing. Hyunjin was the last to enter the room, seeing you and Changbin.

“Oh my goooood! It happened! We can plan the wedding! Wait wait, kiss kiss kiss!Does this mean we’ll get to be uncles soon?!”

You and Changbin could only giggle, pressing a kiss to each other’s lips, as the others watched, cheering you on. Sure, his band mates annoyed him, but he officially had you and your love to keep him sane–forever and always.

😊@cheeseceli hehehe here it is

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A Chance of Fate (Lee Know) - Chapter 1 - Know Your Cats

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

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Chapter 2

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Chapter 1 - Know Your Cats

Chapter word count: 4.4k words

It was cold.

The winter wind hit your cheeks mercilessly, bringing a chill down your spine and making you shiver.

Why me?  You thought, tears stinging the corners of your eyes but not daring to fall yet. Crying made you tired, and you were already tired enough. Your feet were swollen from the walking, your arms sore from carrying the small bag with the few items you managed to take with you, and your back hurt from the weight of your ever-growing belly.

7 months.

That’s how long you’ve been pregnant for.

You were one of the unlucky ones who didn’t see pregnancy as this wonderful miracle the media made it out to be. For you, it was the most horrible thing you could’ve gone through. 

The first three months, you’ve been sick and felt the need to throw up each time you smelled anything. Anything. The next 3 months, you’ve felt so tired, you could barely get out of bed. Another nail in the coffin of your relationship. It also didn’t help that your partner has been borderline abusive ever since you told him about the baby – which was the very reason you’ve left at this late hour basically penniless.

And now, the cravings. Damn, these fucking cravings – what made you stop in front of a small restaurant called “Know your Cats”.

What a strange name, you thought and chuckled a bit.

From outside, “Know your Cats” looked like a cosy place. There didn’t seem to be too many people in, probably because of the late hour, but whatever they ordered smelled amazing. You wanted to eat it so badly. So, you went in and sat down at one of the tables in the corner of the small restaurant, as far away as possible from other people. You didn’t dare to take off your winter coat yet, but inside was warm. So warm, it almost warmed up your heart too.

Soon enough, a young waiter approached you.

“Good evening, ma’am, what can I get for you? Considering that I haven’t seen you here before, it must be the first time you come to our restaurant. So, maybe I could bring you something to drink while you consult the menu. Maybe some water?” he spoke quickly in a friendly tone and pulled out a pen and a small notebook.

Watching him talk so fast was pretty funny to you, you thought his chubby cheeks looked amusing when so many words per second would get out of his mouth.

“Uhm… sorry, but…” you didn’t dare raise your head, aware of the light bulb towering above you. After all, you’ve chosen to leave home at such a late hour for two reasons:

1. Your partner was away God knows where.

2. The dark bruises all over you. Ah, and your busted lip, the accessory that completed your look. The cherry on top.

However, the boy didn’t seem to notice. Or if he did, he didn’t say anything about it.

“… I was wondering what the people over there are having… it smells really good.”

“Oh, thank you! That’s our dear owner’s speciality! A secret recipe, if you will!”

The boy’s excitement brought a smile to your lips.

“It’s really just a fancy pork ragu.” He whispered, winking.

“Could I please know how much a serving costs?” you spoke quietly, counting in your head how much money you had in your pocket.

$7. Yes, that’s all your dear partner left for you to get some food when he left “on a business trip” 5 days ago. You knew that this was just code for cheating, and you cursed yourself yet again for not keeping your job 5 months ago when your pregnancy symptoms started getting worse. If you did, maybe you wouldn’t have endured his abuse for so long.

God, how could you have been so stupid? You weren’t even married, yet you let yourself become completely dependent on him as soon as the pregnancy test came out positive. You let him drag you down, comment on your weight, physically and financially abuse you, yet you stayed for so long. The thought of homelessness weighed heavier than everything else you’ve experienced living with him, until it didn’t.

“That’s $15. Would you also like something to drink with it? I heard orange juice is one of the best drinks to have while pregnant, and the owner makes a delicious one!”

$15. But you only had $7.

He scribbled something in the notepad and kept talking, but you didn’t even hear anything else he said. You just felt your eyes swell up with tears again, your vision getting blurry.

You were so hungry.

You started petting your belly and thought of the small child growing inside of you. There were no words to describe how terrible you felt for putting your future child through this. If you were alone, you wouldn’t mind going hungry, but knowing that you were hurting someone else as well – someone you loved so much already – was killing you.

“I… I can’t afford that…” you smiled bitterly, your voice so quiet, barely audible. “Maybe… there’s something on your menu that’s $7 or less?”

“I don’t think…” the young waiter rubbed his nape apologetically.

“That’s- that’s okay, I’m so sorry to have wasted your time.” You tightened the coat around your frame and prepared yourself mentally to get up and face the cold again.

Where were you going to go?

You didn’t want to think about it. But oh, you should’ve. You should’ve thought about it long ago and made a viable escape plan. Instead, you left with a small bag, $7 in your pockets and an almost empty phone. You also threw out your keys in one of the trash cans around the building you lived in with your partner, just to make sure you wouldn’t return.

“You know what, please wait a second. Stay here. Don’t go anywhere, okay?” The young waiter said quickly and turned his back at you, hurrying towards the counter.

Like you had anywhere you could go.

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“Hey, everything good? What’s got you running like that?” Minho started, amused by Han’s speed so late in the evening.

“Hyung, what should we do?”

Minho raised an eyebrow.

“There’s this woman – I don’t have all the details, obviously, but she looks… she has bruises all over. And she’s pregnant. And she only has $7 and-”

“Hey, slow down a bit, will you?”

“What I’m saying is” – he inhaled loudly – “let’s give her some food on the house. What do you think?”

“And why would we do that?” Minho raised an eyebrow.

“Hyung, don’t be so cold. Let’s help her! Please???”

“Why should we? We don’t owe anyone anything. Who comes to a restaurant with no money anyway?” Minho cursed out.

“You know what? Just go over there and see for yourself, if you don’t want to give her anything on the house, then I’ll pay for her meal myself! Greedy bastard.” Han replied in an annoyed tone.

“Yah, it’s not like business’ been going so well lately, asshole!” Minho rolled his eyes and cursed him out.

However, he wasn’t actually as indifferent as he wanted to seem – and he couldn’t ignore what Han said either. Maybe that’s what made him so special in his friend’s eyes. So, Minho went and grabbed a glass of some freshly squeezed orange juice.

Han said she was pregnant, maybe she has morning sickness? He thought, so he poured out some ginger tea as well. That helped Chan’s wife – one of his closest friends – when she was pregnant. It should help you too, right?

With a glass of juice in his right hand and a cup of tea in his left, he made his way over the bar to the only occupied corner in the room. The loud table in the middle of the restaurant motioned for him to come and requested the check, but Han was right behind Minho, so he took care of them in an instant, seeing them out and locking the door behind them, making sure to turn the “Closed” sign around.

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Your train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the sound of two glass objects hitting the table.

You raised your head and noticed a glass filled with what you assumed to be orange juice, and a cup with a lid on top, but before you could investigate what was in it, the fresh smell hit your nostrils, bringing a smile on your face.

Ginger tea, your favourite.

A good-looking man took the seat in front of you. He was very beautiful. It was like his face was painted by a skilled artist – his mouth, nose and eyelashes looked perfect, and his skin was flawless, almost making you jealous.

Boys always have the best eyelashes. You thought, glossing over his features once more.

You quickly noticed that what you liked the most about him were his eyes. A deep shade of brown orbs that glistened like stars under the restaurant’s light. And they were looking right at you, observing your every move and mannerism. Catching a glimpse of your own reflection in his eyes made you unwittingly frown.

You noticed quickly what he was wearing: a casual shirt and jeans and an apron. Is he the chef? You questioned, but before you could say anything, the man introduced himself.

“Hello, I’m Minho, the owner of the restaurant. Please.” He said, a kind smile forming in the corners of his mouth, while pointing at the drinks he brought.

“Hello, Minho. Thank you.” You smiled back and took a small sip of the orange juice. “This tastes nice. I’m Dal-Rae, by the way.”

Dal-Rae… Minho analysed your name in his head for a few seconds, thinking about how pretty it sounds. And looking at you, it seemed fitting, somehow.

Even with how tired your figure was, Minho could still be able to see behind the fatigue and notice your beautiful features.

“Nice to meet you, Dal-Rae, and welcome to Know your Cats.” He gestured proudly to the restaurant, making you chuckle.

“That’s a very funny name. What’s the inspiration behind it?”

“Well, that would be my three cats.”

“Oh my God, you have three cats?! That’s amazing!” You exclaimed, excited by the new information.

“You think so? Do you like cats?” He asked, his eyes sparkling.

“I love them! I always wanted one but…” but you never considered yourself responsible enough to take care of yourself, let alone of another living, breathing being. Or at least that’s what your partner made you believe about yourself the whole time you lived with him.

“You will never be a good mother” he would tell you. “You wouldn’t even be able to take care of a hamster, let alone a cat. And now you’re pregnant?! How will someone as horrible as you take care of a baby?! Don’t make me laugh!”

And you always believed him. After all, he knew you so well. Right?

“So, why did you keep it? Are you that self-centred? Did you really have to do this so I’ll never leave you?” he would scream at you, forgetting that it took two to tango. Forgetting that he was the one that took off the condom without your knowledge and permission so many months ago.

“You wanna see some pics?” Minho smiled genuinely and took out his phone, shifting your focus back at him. He seemed very hopeful that you would say yes, for some reason.

“I’d love to!” You replied honestly. You truly loved cats. They were adorable balls of fur, and you would cuddle with them all day if given the chance.

“That’s great! Okay, but before that… Jisung? Please bring out some servings of the special recipe for us, will you?” he spoke, and then opened his gallery and started showing you cute pictures of his three cats.

You learnt that their names were Soonie, Doongie and Dori and you pretty much remembered which was which from the first picture he showed you, something that truly surprised Minho. Not even Han knew all their names, and even if he would somehow remember them, he would mix up Doongie and Soonie. But for real now, was it so difficult to remember that Soonie had stripes and Doongie had a white belly? Come on!

“By the way, you can make yourself comfortable and take off your jacket. You must be hot with so many layers on you.” He got up and helped you with your winter coat, placing it neatly on a chair next to you.

“Oh, thank you…”

Jisung brought the food soon after you and Minho made some more small talk. He brought three servings with him and placed a plate in front of you, one in front of Minho and one in front of an empty seat, which he was quick to take.

Both Han and Minho started eating, but you felt a bit… weird. Out of place.

“Anything wrong?” Minho asked concerned, noticing that you didn’t even put your hand on the spoon.

“I… I really can’t… pay for this, unless… you accept $7?” You asked unsure and grabbed the crumbled notes from your coat pockets. You tried straightening out the notes as well as you could, but when you handed it to Minho, you noticed he looked at you with a big frown on his face, his eyes immediately softening.

He put his hands on the one hand you gave him that was still holding the money, and made you close it into a fist. It was his way of telling you that you should keep it.

“Don’t worry about it, you already paid when you listened to this weirdo talk about his cats for 15 minutes straight.” Han replied and patted your shoulder, as if he was comforting you for enduring so much.

“Yah, loudmouth, shut it!” Minho retorted. “And you better start eating while it’s still hot.” He took the spoon in front of you off the table and looked at you expectantly, as you hesitantly put the money back in your coat. When you were done, he placed the spoon in your right hand, gesturing to the food. “Come on, eat. Or do I have to feed you myself?” He kept looking at you, coercing you into trying a bite.

And damn, were you right! It not only smelled amazing, but it tasted heavenly.

“Fuck me, this is so good!” You said with no filter, forgetting for a moment that the men in front of you were, in fact, not your friends.

But eating with them did feel like getting food with a friend. Maybe that’s why you relaxed so much and spoke your mind freely, for what felt like the first time in years. You were not allowed to curse when you lived with your ex. It would start a raging fit from him, because “What kind of woman has such a rotten mouth?”, and you would regret opening your mouth and saying anything.

“Oops, excuse me!” you said, covering your mouth with your hands.

The two men, however, seemed to not mind your lack of manners, and started cheering when you told them that you loved the food.

~

“Thank you so much for this.” You said to Minho, both of you looking at how Han cleaned up the now empty table in the middle of the room. “Truly.”

“No worries.” Minho replied nonchalantly, his eyes darting away from you. Despite his indifferent tone, his mannerisms indicated that he’s somewhat nervous, as he rubbed his nape in slight embarrassment.

“I… uhm… really feel bad for not paying you at all for this. Like I said, I can only give you this much, but…” you grabbed your coat so you could take out the money again, but before you were able to do so, Minho stopped you by placing his hand on your wrist.

“Please keep them, that’s okay.”

“But…”

“I’m serious.” He looked straight at you, his glance alone convincing you to let it go. You didn’t want to risk annoying him, and it seemed your conversation would take that direction if you kept insisting.

“Okay. Uhm… I should take my leave now.” You said, petting your belly and grabbing your small hand luggage.

“Where are you going? Home…?” Minho treaded carefully, his words holding an inexplicable weight over you.

Home… I don’t have a home anymore.

You shook your head and tried to push the thoughts away, and tried thinking logically for once. Where could you go?

Letting out a small sigh, you replied, slightly dejected.

“Well… there should be a women's shelter about 4 km from here.”

“4 km?! Don’t tell me you plan on walking over there at 1 am in the middle of a winter night.”

You didn’t understand why his tone suddenly changed, and nor did Minho. He shouldn’t give two shits for a stranger, but he was somehow… worried for you?

“I mean… I don’t really have a choice… It’s not that far. I can make it. It’s only an hour walk away.” You replied, trying to convince him and yourself as well. The truth was that you were so tired, you could fall asleep if you put your head on the table, and your feet hurt so bad.

Being pregnant sucked.

“Let me take you. Jisung will be done in a minute and then we can go.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t possibly- You already helped me so much.”

“I don’t even wanna hear it. Han, hurry up!”

“THERE’S STILL THE DISHES LEFT, HYUNG!”

“Just leave them. I’ll do them tomorrow morning.”

“OKAY THEN! I’M COMING!”

Without a second thought, Minho grabbed your bag and gestured to you that you could now go. Han went his own way, while Minho guided you to his car, in the opposite direction.

He opened the door for you and helped you in, actions that somehow made your stomach clench. No one’s acted so nice towards you. Ever.

And he was doing that for a complete stranger.

He started the car and drove to the destination you put in the GPS, and for the first time in your life, you felt an overwhelming feeling of safety. How funny it was – to feel so safe next to a stranger, when you haven’t once felt safe next to your so-called boyfriend – or rather, ex.

You were once again on the verge of crying as you’ve made this realisation in your head. How come you felt safe next to Minho? Was this really how you were supposed to feel next to someone else? Relieved, protected…

How come you’ve never felt this way before, next to your ex?

The 4-minute drive would’ve taken you more than an hour walk in the cold, so you now appreciated Minho even more for giving you a ride.

“So, this is it, right?” He said, parking in front of a small building that had all the lights off.

Weird, you thought and nodded unsure.

You both got out of the car and walked towards the building’s door, a small paper on it drawing your attention, almost burning your eyes.

“Unfortunately, due to a funding issue, the “Stay Safe” Women Shelter had to shut down indefinitely. In case of emergency, we recommend contacting our affiliate, “House of Hope” Homeless Shelter (+0X 0XXXXXXXXX) and they should offer you the help you need. We apologise for any inconvenience!”

The way your face dropped did not go unnoticed by Minho. It became clear to him that this has been your only escape route.

You slowly took out your phone from your pocket and clumsily formed the number on the paper, barely able to see with your screen’s brightness so low. You couldn’t turn it up though, since your battery percentage was so low, so you struggled and squinted your eyes, carefully pressing on each number on your phone, which proved to be so much more difficult through the tears building up in your eyes. It was getting harder and harder to swallow back the lump in your throat.

After a few rings, someone answered.

“House of Hope Homeless Shelter, this is Kelly, how may I assist you?”

“Good evening… I am contacting you because I needed some help and… I was just in front of the Stay Safe Shelter…”

“Oh, good evening, ma’am. Were you looking for a place to stay tonight?”

“Not just tonight… I don’t know for how long…”

“Are you alone, or are there also kids with you?”

“It’s just me… I’m 7 months pregnant.”

“We understand… Unfortunately, our shelter is full at the moment. The government retracted most of our funding, so these are difficult times. However, if you would be able to wait for a few minutes, I will try to contact other shelters to see if anyone would be able to take you in for now.”

“Oh…okay.”

“Thank you, ma’am, I will get back to you shortly.”

~

You let Minho know of the phone conversation and told him to head home, but he was adamant you would leave with him, or at least wait for the phone call in the comfort of the heated car. After some convincing, you found each other listening to some slow songs on the radio, enjoying the car’s warmth and watching the year’s first snow through the windshield.

Despite the peaceful atmosphere, you were restless and anxious. Your hands were trembling, and you couldn’t think straight. Where else would you go?

Minho didn’t say anything either. He kept thinking of ways to calm you down: should he lay his hand on top of yours and tell you that everything was going to be okay? Should he say anything at all? Why was he still with you, anyway?

You tried to think of anything else and ignore the feeling of impending doom settling in your stomach, so you looked out the window. Small snowflakes would land on the car’s hood and immediately turn to water due to the heat.

Your eyes would dart to Minho from time to time, who seemed to be lost in his own little world as he watched the same scene in front of you - the snowflakes dancing in the sky and landing on the car - and you remembered that one belief that watching the first snowfall of the year with someone would lead to falling in love with them. However, it felt like such a foolish thought, you immediately let it go.

25 minutes later, your phone’s ringtone snapped you both out of your trance. You made a mental note to change your ringtone after how anxious it made you feel right now, being sure that you won’t be able to keep hearing it again after this horrendous day.

“Yes?”

“Hello, ma’am? We apologise for the delay. Unfortunately, we were unable to find any shelter close to your location that would be able to accommodate you for tonight. We recommend going to a police station and asking for help, and you could try calling again tomorrow, when possible new resources would be available.”

“I… Seriously?” You started, but when the lady started apologising countless times on the phone for not being able to help you out, you simply ended the call. You wished the earth would swallow you whole, making you disappear for good.

But then you slapped yourself mentally. How could you be so selfish as to wish to disappear? You were not alone anymore. Your body was not yours alone anymore, and your baby didn’t deserve any of your selfish thoughts. You needed to be strong.

“What did they say?” Minho asked anxiously.

Why was he feeling like this anyway? This was so stupid, you thought. You’re no one. You’re just a random woman who stumbled upon his restaurant and took advantage of his kindness.

“They… they aren’t able to help me, so they recommended I go to a police station for tonight. Perhaps tomorrow, they’ll make some room…”

“Then, should we go to a police station…?” Minho hesitated.

You snorted and turned to him, answering in a more annoyed tone than you would’ve liked to.

“Do you think I can go to the police looking like this?!”

Minho’s eyes grew wide, conveyed in them what could only be described as shock. You didn’t want to lose your cool, not against this man who’s been nothing but kind to you.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to raise my voice. I just… I’m very stressed right now and that didn’t come out as I wanted it to, and-”

“Why? Why can’t you go to the police? Are you trying to protect whoever did this to you?!” Minho cut you off and replied in an equally annoyed tone as you. However, despite the harshness in his voice, you didn’t get the feeling that he was angry. Instead, it felt more like he was scolding you.

“It’s not that! It’s just… I’m scared, okay? I’m scared they will ask me questions and when I tell them the truth, he’ll find out and come get me. He’ll… he’ll definitely find out. He’ll find me, and I’m scared of him. I just want me and my baby to be safe!” You continued, losing your composure for a moment and allowing this dreadful weakness to take over you. You started crying and placed your face steady between your palms, thinking about how pathetic you were being.

“Okay, you know what? I’m sure you are very tired right now.” He put one hand on top of your head and petted it gently, making you raise your face and look at him. His eyes were kind and assuring. “Resting is also good for the baby.” He continued, and as he said that, he put the car into gear and drove off.

“Where…?” you tried to ask, confused, but you ended up choking on a sob.

“Back to the restaurant. I have some extra rooms. After a good night’s sleep, you’ll clear your head and be able to think better.”

“Minho…” you sobbed. “Really? I… I can’t-”

“It’s okay, Dal-Rae. It’s going to be okay. We’re going to figure everything out tomorrow.”

“Thank you so much, but… are you sure…?”

“Mhm.” Minho brushed you off with his hand and continued driving, both of you staying silent, listening to the soft tunes on the radio.

When you arrived, Minho led you upstairs. You were surprised that the place had stairs in the first place, since you didn’t notice them earlier. On the top of the stairs, a door was separating the restaurant and the three-bedroom apartment Minho lived in.

“It’s so the cats don’t go out.” he explained, and you understood what he meant as soon as he opened the door and Dori came running and screaming at the both of you.

“What’s up? Hungry?” Minho replied and scratched Dori’s chin, and as the sounds of his voice rang throughout the apartment, Doongie and Soonie spawned out of nowhere as well.

“Oh my god, hi babies!” You exclaimed and smiled, quickly placing yourself on your knees to pet them, since you couldn’t exactly bend, your belly being so large by now.

You didn’t notice Minho’s smile. He was stuck looking at how quickly his cats accepted you and let you scratch their fur, Soonie even purring against your stomach and petting itself on it lovingly.

“Okay, enough playing, it’s late. Let’s get you up.” Minho put his palms under your arms and lifted you from the ground like you were a kid, bringing a slight chuckle to your lips.

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Chapter 2

[kittykat-25]

One Of The Guys - Part 7

Pairings: Hongjoong x F!Reader, Chan x F!Reader

Genre: idol au, Friends x Lovers, angst

Warnings: mini anxiety attack mentioned, Feminine pet names(Bubs, Pretty Girl, Noona)

Summary: You tried really hard not to be a cliché, falling love with your best friend. How unoriginal. But when your best friend is Kim Hongjoong what are you supposed to do?

Now Playing: One Of The Guys- Jessia

Saturday morning

After the album dropped last night the guys had been in a frenzy to get everything going. Going on music core today and a variety show tonight. The packed schedule began. As you sat at the counter eating and having the show pulled up awaiting your friends stage you get a call from Chan. “Hey pretty girl, you ready for tonight?” You laughed nervously, “trying to not stress about it but excited to see you.” You heard a loud commotion in the background, “what was that?!” You asked. The call ended and a FaceTime from Chan popped up in its place. You swiped to answer and were greeted with Wooyoung’s face. “BUBS” he screeched into the phone, busting your ear drum in the process.

You could hear Chan laughing, “I had to bring Minho something and figured you’d want to say hi!” He added from behind the phone. You smiled, “thank you Channie, how’s it going boys?” You asked to no one in particular. “Y/n!!!” Was yelled back at you as the others gathering around the phone. “How are my boys? Working hard? Did you eat?” You asked, worry settling in. They all looked drained and it was only day one of the madness. “Yes we ate, and Chan Hyung brought us snacks as well.” Jongho said. The phone pointed towards. Chan would was sitting in a chair looking on happily as you got to speak with your friends.

You heard a beeping sound and all the members faces changed, “we have to go bubs! Watch us okay! “ Wooyoung yelled into the phone as he handed it back to Chan. “Have fun, go kill it!” You yelled as they all gathered at the door. As Chans face came back into focus you smiled at him widely. “Thank you Channie. That might be the only time I’ll get to actually see them for a while.” Chan said his goodbyes to your friends, walking out the door you caught Joong eyes and waved quickly before turning your eyes back to Chan. “Anything for you pretty.” You blushed deeply. Enough for Hongjoong to see it from where he was standing. A raw nagging eating at his stomach. Chalking it up to nerves he put on his game face. Not letting you distract him from work.

You got off the phone with Chan and went back to the screen ready to start the show and support the guys. Glad you lived alone in times like this as you screamed your heart out to their newest song. You spent the rest of the morning playing their new album while cleaning and dancing around your apartment. You and Wooyoung had already picked out an outfit for dinner tonight. Around 2 you started baking a cake to take to them. You knew Felix was making his famous brownies, you were so excited to get to try them. But you also didn’t want to show up empty handed. Not matter how many times Chan said it was fine. So you pulled out your go to cake recipe and go to work.

As you walked to Chans dorm you tried not to fidget too much. Your nerves were kicking in and by the time you got to the door you were fully hyperventilating. You sat the cake down and reached for your phone. Mindlessly scrolling for Joong or Wooyoung you had to remind yourself that they wouldn’t be able to help you right now. You clicked Chans contact and prayed he would answer. “Hey are you here.” You tried to get some air in your lungs, “y-yeah.” You stammered out. Chan was quiet for a minute then you heard a door close. “Are you outside? I’m coming down.” You stayed on the phone while sitting beside your cake. You had just put your head in your hands, calming down when the door busted open behind you. “Y/n, pretty girl are you okay?” Chan asked crouching down in front you of.

You looked up, finally able to breathe normally and shook your head. “Apparently I’m more nervous than I let myself believe.” You said trying to lighten the mood. “Baby we don’t have to go inside until you are okay.” He said and you tried to stand, legs a little shaky. “I’m alright Channie.” You said and you reached down to grab the cake. “I made yall something!” Chan reached over and took the cake box from you and grabbed your hands in one of his. “Y/n, I know you are nervous so if you start to get anxious or feel even somewhat uncomfortable please let me know so I can help.” You smiled at him and nodded. “They are going to love you.” He added opening the door and leading you inside.

As you walked up the stairs to their dorm you could feel your hands start to shake. You reached forward and grabbed Chans hand intertwining your fingers. He soothingly rubbed his thumb over the back of your hands, giving you a smile as you made it to his floor. “Okay they are loud and chaotic and Seungmin will tease me. Don’t believe a word he says.” Chan said as you made your way to his door. You could see his ears turning red. “Chan are you nervous?” You asked, slight chuckle in your voice. “These boys are my life y/n, they are chaotic and messy but they quite literally saved me. And I want you to like them and for them to like you because I would really like for you to become apart of my life as well.” His ears were bright red at this point.

You stopped Chan before he opened the door, “Chan I have put up with Ateez for the last seven years. I can handle 8 rowdy boys. And I want them to like me too, i would really like to become a part of your everyday life.” You said, a blush creeping up into your cheeks. Chan smiled at you, cupping your face in his hands. He swiped his thumb over the redness of your cheek, “so cute pretty girl.” He chuckled. He started to lean towards you and you could feel your heart racing, he was a breath away from you when the door swung open. “Oh my god! My eyes!” Someone started yelling. “The old man was kissing her. I’m gonna be sick.” Chan dropped his head, “Kim Seungmin I’m gonna kill you.” He called as he lead you into the dorms. All seven of the members now staring at you.

Being around Stray Kids was just as chaotic if not more than Ateez. You knew Changbin going into it so that made it easier. Soon after you shut the door he broke the silence of everyone staring at you and tackled you with a hug. Everyone else warmed up immediately, like you had always been there. Like you belonged. You walked with Chan and Minho into the kitchen and asked if you could help before you were nicely kicked out by the cook.

“Good luck with that.” He said as he shooed you towards the 6 boys yelling at a video game. You went and stood behind the couch next to Chan. He immediately pulled you in front of him, sandwiching you between him and the couch. Felix and Jeongin struggling to complete a level, “Felix never gets past this level. It’s just sad at this point.” Han said to you, you looked down to find the boy on the couch below you staring. More so at where his leader had his head resting on your shoulder, arms tightly wrapped around you.

You gave him a smile, “Chan I’m sure she’s not going to go running. You don’t have to hold her so tight.” Chan hid his face into your shoulder as all the younger members turned to look at you. You laughed, “you spoke so highly of them outside, you still standing by that?” He shook his head no, “they are all dead to me.” Hyunjin gasped, throwing himself into the chair, “betrayal, I’ve done nothing wrong.” “Betrayal is that hair color on you.” Seungmin snapped back flicking the older boys hair as he walked by.

Hyunjin looked at Chan with a pout on his face, making you laugh. “Can we have a peaceful night. For once please.” Chan says exasperated. “Oh where’s the fun in that. Y/n can handle Wooyoung, she’ll be fine with us.” Changbin says throwing you a wink. “Right your friends with Hyung Hongjoong and Wooyoung.” Felix says. “I am, I was friends with them before they debuted.” You said with a smile. “I thought you were Hongjoong’s sister…” Jeongin said. “No, we’re all just friends, Wooyoungie is the closest to being my brother.” They all nodded and you felt Chans hand give yours a squeeze. The conversation went back to teasing Felix for his lack of gaming ability until Minho called everyone to eat.

The rest of the night was a dance between playing games and who could embarrass Chan the most. Changbin having the most stories easily won that competition, having Chan burrowing his head inside his hood, only seeing the redness of his cheeks and neck. You learned a lot about the group and Chan throughout the night. You were right in the way that they all adore him. The love shining through all the jokes and the way they talk about him when he left the room. Politely questioning your intentions with their oldest. The cutest was the way Chan looked at his members, clearly adoring them. Quietly taking care of them, putting more food on their plates when they weren’t looking, making sure everyone was heard and got to say what they wanted. It was such a safe and loving environment that Chan had created.

As the night continued you saw how comforting this place was, all the members taking a liking to you. As you packed up to leave, Felix and Jeongin following you around like little ducks helping you carry anything. “Do you have to leave Noona?” Jeongin asked quietly. “You can stay!” Felix added excitedly. You laughed, “I need to go home and get some sleep guys.” Jeongin looked at you with the biggest puppy eyes he could muster, “yah leave her alone and get ready. I’m not waiting on you and I know you don’t like walking home in the dark Innie.” Minho scolded the younger two lightly pushing them towards the kitchen. You smiled at him, “thank you for dinner Minho, it was delicious.” He gave you a slight nod, “I saved some of the brownies and your cake. It’s packed up for you in the kitchen.” You bowed slightly, “thank you again.” He smiled and walked outside the youngest three following behind him waving bye to you as they passed.

Chan walked up behind you wrapped his arms around your waist, “you got Minho to like you, that’s impressive.” You nudged him slightly with your elbow, “you said they’d all love me. Did you doubt my abilities?” He laughed, “never pretty girl, just impressed. Minho is the toughest to crack besides Seungmin. But he was a sucker for you the second you called me out for blushing. Which I will repay later by the way.” He said, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. You turned to look at him, his lips inches from yours.

You heard a click, suppressing a smile as you saw Hyunjin with his camera trying to slide away before Chan could catch him. You held onto Chan a little tighter giving the younger boy a chance to get away. Hyunjin yelled a thank you as his door shut. “I get no peace in this house.” Chan whispered against your cheek. You hummed in agreement, “tragic life you live here Bang Chan.” You said quietly. You wanted to turn and look at him but with his forehead gently resting against your head and his lips slightly grazing your cheek you didn’t see the need to rush.

You saw Changbin out of the corner of your eye, rolling your eyes, you tapped Chans arm. Chan caught in the trance of you didn’t move, just pulled you tighter to him. Turning you around to face him, wrapping his arms back around your waist. You lost sight of Bin as you looked up at Chan, arms going around his neck. Your fingers curled into the hair at his nap, the little curls circling your fingertips. Chan pressed his forehead to yours. “Are you busy tomorrow pretty girl?” “Nothing too serious, just market.” You said quietly. “Spend the day with me.” He said as his fingers traced designs onto your back. You hummed stepping closer to him, no space between your bodies. “My pretty girl.” He said as he pressed a kiss to your head. Your smile broke out, and you heard the click of a camera. Chan looked up and sighed deeply making you laugh.

Wooyoung was sitting in the van riding back to the dorms when a text came through. He grabbed his phone and swiped seeing the text from you wishing him luck and a new text from Changbin. Attached was a picture of you and Chan. The man pressing a kiss to your head and you with the brightest smile he has seen on you in years. Wooyoung must’ve started smiling seeing you happy, when Mingi smacked his leg eyebrow raised. Woo flipped the phone around showing Mingi the picture.

Hongjoong turned to say something to the younger ones, caught sight of the picture and felt like someone had punched him in the gut. Turning back around quickly. “I haven’t seen her smile like that in a while.” Mingi whispered to Wooyoung, careful not to wake a sleeping Yeo. Wooyoung nodded his head, “Chan Hyung is good for her.” Hongjoong tried his best to keep his face neutral but could feel the scowl twisting his face up. Throwing his hood up he turned and looked out the window. Not noticing the worried look the younger boys were giving each other.

As Ateez cars pulled up to the dorms Hongjoong stormed inside. “What got into him?” Hwa asked looked at Wooyoung. “I have no clue.” Wooyoung said. Hwa shrugged his shoulder, “we’ll figure it out tomorrow.” He added as he guided everyone inside. Wooyoung shot Changbin a text back and waited. Hoping your night with them went well. His friend answered as Wooyoung laid down, “he’s smitten but I’m convinced the rest of the kids want her to be the new mom. Even Minho loved her but I think it’s because she complimented his cooking and his cats.” Wooyoung laughed, he couldn’t wait to hear your side of the story.

A/N: Joongie is getting jealousssss🤭 Part 8 will be out soon hopefully. Get ready for chaos and drama🫶🏻

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[blizzardfluffykpop]

Peppermint Kisses

Summary: Going Christmas mall shopping with your friend and long time crush, Seungmin.

Oneshot

Fluff, Friends to lovers au

Word Count: 1,453

Seungmin (O.de) x Female! Reader

Requested: Hi~ For the 12 days of Winter I would love #3: “If I give you this peppermint kiss, will you give me a real one?” If it's still available, with O.de x female reader please🥹 Thanks in advance 🤍

Prompt: 3. “If I give you this peppermint kiss, will you give me a real one?”

[A/n: It’s pretty gender neutral, but it is based on a female reader!]

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Seungmin invites you to go Christmas shopping with him and picks you up. You listen to the soft rock music he has playing, “So, what’s new with you and the boys?” He sighs, “We’ve been practicing for our tour, so it’s a little stressful. So, I planned to get away from all of that today.” You ask, “Wouldn’t you want to do that alone?” He shakes his head, “Your company isn’t overpowering, and I like your opinion on things I go to buy.” You smile and agree with his sentiment. He asks you about your job, and you tell him how it’s going and how you’re glad you get a break from it all to spend time with him.

He parks as close as he can, and you both exit and hustle inside, freezing. In the mall, “So, what’s the game plan?” He smiles and looks at the various stores, “What if we start with the big department stores?” You nod, “Then, we'll do our stocking stuffers separately?” He nods, “You read my mind.” You both head over to Macy’s and take the escalator to the backstage. You dig through the selections, picking out and gathering a few things. You find two beautiful cable-knit sweaters and ask, “You think Jungsu would like this sweater or this sweater better?” You hold up the two options, and he points to the latter navy-colored one. You place it in your arms and peruse the area more, picking up a few things.

When you spot the perfect lilac shirt for Seungmin, hide it amongst your pile before he can see it. He asks, “Black with red stripes or red with black stripes for a scarf for Jiseok?” “Red stripe, he can wear it with his bolder outfits. But it doesn’t overpower them.” He agrees and throws the scarf into his ever-growing pile. It takes a while before you both decide to check out. You get in line first and watch Seungmin stop and grab a hoodie. He gets in line and shows you, and you ask, "For Hyeongjun?" He nods, you smile at him, and the person calls for the next person in line. You head over and tell the person to hide the purple sweater, making eyes at Seungmin, and they nod and quickly scan it in between two items. They wink at you and put it into the bag.

You make it out with a good bundle, walk to the next store, and take the escalator to the third level. You look around, “Do we really want to look at blankets and appliances?” He shakes his head, “I think we were supposed to go the opposite way.” You both nod before immediately heading down to the first level. You walk through the perfume department together. And instead of gagging as you would as a kid. You both peruse, and you catch him smelling a cologne, but he doesn’t ask for an opinion. He just nods to himself and walks away from it. You sneakily walk over and make a mental note to pick it up later. And at last, you both spot the perfect one for Gunil. You both go in halves and look through the rest of the departments.

He asks, “I think Jooyeon would like this tank top, do you?” You look over and giggle, “‘This is my beach bod’?” with fake muscles on the tee. The two of you cackle before he hangs it back up and finds something better for him. And continue spotting more things to buy for Seungmin once you leave. You keep seeing gifts you’d like to receive, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him. Out of your line of sight he picks up the things you’ve stopped to look at for yourself. Hiding them in between things he got for his friends.

As you exit, you ask, “Want to split up for a while and meet up in the food court?” He agrees, and you two split up in the middle of the mall. When he’s out of sight, you go back and grab the clothing and perfume you wanted to get him. Afterward, you pop into various shops, getting cute stocking stuffers. You check off your lists for your friends and family as you circle around.

Once you’ve finished, exiting out of the music store, your phone rings. You answer with a, “Hey!” And you hear Seungmin’s voice go, “Ready to meet me in the food court?” You agree, and he tells you where he’s sitting, and you head over to him. As you sit across from him in the food court, tired from your endless shopping, he pulls out a bag of peppermint kisses. You look at him with raised eyebrows, “Where did you get those from?” He points to the chocolate shop you had passed up a few times. You look back at the bag and ask, “Can I have one?” You can see the smirk overcoming his features as he says, “If I give you this peppermint kiss, will you give me a real one?” Which causes you to splutter, “Wh-What?!” And he quickly backtracks, “You don’t have to! I just- I um-.” You shake off your initial shock and hold your hand out, and he awkwardly places one in your hand, “So, do you want it now or later?” He looks around the food court, and his cheeks are red as the ornaments on the tree behind him. He whispers, “Now?” You grin before eating the kiss he gave you to freshen your breath. Before getting up and standing in front of him, “You sure?” He nods, and you lift his chin, placing the gentlest kiss on his lips.

You move back from him and feel him place another in your hand, which makes you laugh as he pulls you in for a deeper kiss. When you both pull away, he whispers, “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.” You blush, “Me too.” You sit across from him again, and he shares his peppermint kisses a bit more with you before you both stand up, and he shyly holds out his arm for you. You slowly slide your arm through and pick up your gift bags.

You're putting your bags into his trunk when he asks, “Do you want to see a movie in the theater?” You smile and nod, “I’d love to.” You lean against his shoulder as he orders the tickets. And before you can pull out your card to split the purchase, he’s already bought them. You shake your head at him, pay for the popcorn, and head to your theater. As you sit down and wait for others to filter in, he pulls out the peppermint kiss bag, “Do you want to share this time?” You grin, and with a blush coating your cheeks, you say, “Only if you’ll share the real deal~” He smiles, “Okay.” When the movie starts, you notice you’re the only two scheduled in the theater. You spend most of the movie trading ‘peppermint’ kisses and eating popcorn.

As the ending credits roll up and the lights come on. You pull away from your last kiss and giggle at each other’s swollen lips. You ask, “Did you catch what the movie was about?” And he shakes his head, “Me neither.” You get up, and he follows you out of the theater, and you say, “I guess we’ll just have to see it again together.”

You look back and smile at him, and he says, “I'd like that.” You throw away the empty popcorn bag, and he slides his arm around your waist. He holds you close as the chilly wind whips through the air, keeping you warm on your walk back to the car. He opens your door, and after you get in, he closes it, quickly hops in, and turns his engine over. You wait for the cold car to warm up after the heat comes on, and he turns out of the lot. You bump his empty right hand a few times, and he smiles as he realizes what you're doing before taking your hand in his.

As he drives back, you realize your Christmas wish has come true. You're finally dating Seungmin, and all is right in the world. You press your fingers to your lips and think, 'Yeah, it's real, and my lips sure are swollen'. You feel him squeeze your hand and look at him, and he grins, “This is going to be my favorite Christmas.” You tilt your head at him, “Why?” His grin grows brighter as he says, “Because I get to spend it with you.” You giggle and tell him, “You're my Christmas wish come true.”

[changbeansss]

Shoreline secrets

Pairings : Seungmin x reader

Genre : School au, fluff, friends to lovers

Warnings : None

Word count : 2621

The golden hues of the setting sun painted the sky as Seungmin and you walked side by side along the beach. The gentle sound of waves crashing against the shore created a soothing symphony, filling the comfortable silence between you two. You had always loved the beach, and Seungmin knew this, which is why he suggested this place after a long day at school.

Seungmin was known for being a tease to everyone else, but not with you. With you, he was different. He was caring, gentle, and attentive. It was something you cherished deeply, but also something that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter wildly whenever he was near. You couldn't help but feel nervous, the fear of losing your friendship holding you back from expressing how you truly felt.

Seungmin glanced at you, noticing the way the setting sun cast a warm glow on your face. He had been harboring feelings for you for as long as he could remember, but the fear of ruining the special bond you shared kept him silent. He admired your intelligence, your passion for learning, and the way you could get lost in a book for hours. To him, you were perfect.

"Hey, nerd," Seungmin teased lightly, nudging your shoulder with his own. "What's on your mind?"

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, but a smile tugged at your lips. "Nothing much, just enjoying the view."

"Me too," Seungmin replied, his gaze fixed on you. "The view's pretty great."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you turned to face him, your eyes meeting his. There was something different in his gaze, something that made your heart race even faster.

"Seungmin, there's something I've been wanting to tell you," you began, your voice trembling slightly. "But I'm scared."

Seungmin's expression softened, and he took a step closer to you. "What is it? You can tell me anything."

You took a deep breath, summoning all your courage. "I... I have feelings for you. I know it's risky, and I don't want to ruin our friendship, but I can't keep it to myself anymore."

For a moment, Seungmin was silent, processing your words. Then, a wide smile spread across his face, and he reached out to gently cup your cheek. "I feel the same way," he confessed, his voice filled with sincerity. "I've been scared to tell you too, afraid of losing what we have. But I can't keep it in any longer."

Relief washed over you, and you felt tears of happiness welling up in your eyes. "Really?"

"Really," Seungmin confirmed, leaning in closer. "You're my best friend, and I don't want to lose that. But I also want to be more than just friends. I want to be with you."

Before you could respond, Seungmin closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, wrapped in each other's warmth.

As you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, a smile playing on your lips. "I guess we don't have to be scared anymore."

"Not anymore," Seungmin agreed, his eyes shining with love. "We'll figure it out together."

Hand in hand, you continued your walk along the beach, the fear that had once held you back now replaced with a newfound sense of hope and excitement for the future.

[skz-fanfic-recs]

hii 🥰🥰

Do you have any angst 2min fic recs?? THANKS!!! and thanks for all your other recs, I’ve been reading all of them this past week lol 😊

hey 🥰🥰 yes i do! and ofc <33

hand over hand by afterthedisco

thistle by thisismk

cloud chasing by sapphirenightingale

no one dies from love (guess i'll be the first) by afterthedisco

In the lost corner of your heart by sapphirenightingale

waving at you by afterthedisco

[featjunranghae]

Idiots in Love - Han Jisung

Han Jisung X FemReader

summary: the title says it all.

No warning? Not proof read.

__________________________

"You're so cute."

"huh?"

"I said you look like a fruit."

"What in the world Han Jisung." yn laughed slapping his arms as she sat beside him on the sofa.

Saturdays were meant for the boys. That's what Han firmly believes in. But when his crush/ girl best friend/ situation ship calls him on the phone for 'emergency' purposes (which somehow involves watching a movie) the boys are no longer the priority.

"You still haven't told me why you called."

"You're trying to change the topic-"

"I'll leave your ass alone if you try to bully me."

yn couldn't help but grin snuggling closer to him, hands wrapped around his biceps and head on his shoulder. "I just wanted to see your stupid face."

"Excuse me- Stupid? I'm gorgeous." Han scoffed pretending to push her off. "Changbin was right bros before hoes. I Shouldn't have come to your aid."

"You know I know that you love hanging out with me." Yn said picking up the tv remote. "You love hanging out with me. And so do i. So here Rewatching Shrek for the- I don't even know how many times."

Han didn't argue as he stared at her. Yn had been one of his oldest friends. They met back in middle school and stuck together since. They've watched each other grow through their lowest and highest points.

And after everything, Han couldn't deny that he wanted them to be more than just friends. Friends don't hold each other most nights while sleeping. Friends don't look at each other the way he looked at yn.

But the problem was. He couldn't confess. He tried so many times over the years to subtly let yn know. But she never took the hint. It was like she wanted him to spell it out for her.

"You're thinking." Yn interrupted his train of thoughts.

"I am."

"It's kinda unusual since Chan does most of the thinking for us all."

Han said nothing continuing to stare at her. His lips curved up at the corner slightly. "I know." He said.

yn paused the movie turning back to him "Seriously Sungie, are you okay?" She asked. "You look lost."

Jisung sighed shaking his head turning around. This was another one of those moments when he wanted to confess. He was here at yn's house. She was in his arms. If he got rejected, then this would be over. He would lose yn. That was the only thing that stopped him from ever saying anything.

His feelings were not worth it. It was not worth it. He'd rather never confess than lose yn.

His bandmates seem to disagree. Specially Hyunjin. "Dude. I'm telling you. I get the vibe that yn likes you too. Go for it."

But Hyunjin was a hopeless romantic. And listening to his advice would be a bad decision for him.

"Jisung." Yn called out again.

"Nothing... I'm just tired from practice."

"You looked fine 20 min-"

"yn. Really it's nothing."

"It's not nothing if its bothering you."

"last night I was bothered thinking about the gold fish I lost when I was five. How will you say that it's not nothing?."

yn knew Han like that back of her hand. He always had a tough time vocalising his feelings. He always considered his thoughts as pointless. "You can tell me later. It's okay." She put her head back on his shoulder.

"I can't."

"Why?" She asked looking up at her. "Does it involve me somehow?"

Han nodded, kissing the top of her head. "It involves me? Wait... Are you actually sad cause I called you today..." Yn pulled back. "I know you were hanging out with the boys but I was just-"

"And they say I'm the overthinker." Han laughed. "I don't hate you yn. It's nothing... I just came up with some lyrics."

"Stop lying."

"What makes you think so?"

"You get crazy when you come up with a song. You're scrambling around for a piece of paper and pen. You have a look in your face." Yn said with a small shrug and Jisung couldn't help but smile.

"Do I?" He asked with a small laugh. He never expected her to notice so many details. "Are you like obsessed with me or something?" He joked pulling her towards him.

"You're making it weird Han."

"How am I making it weird?" He laughed. "I always hug my friends and kiss my homies goodnight."

"I hate you." Yn laughed along. "But in all seriousness. Are you okay?"

"I... Maybe. There's just a lot of things on my mind." Han said with a small shrug. "I don't know..."

"You're confused?"

"Kinda like that. I don't know how to deal with something. Like there's something I want to do. But I'm sacred."

"Being scared is for the losers." Yn laughed. I'm not the best person for advice but. If you want to do something. You should go ahead and do it. You'll have my support no matter what."

"What if it's something very stupid?"

"You're always doing something stu- I'M KIDDING!" She exclaimed when he tried to tickle her.

"And what if I say I like you?"

"I like you too what's the big deal?"

"No. What if I like like you?" He asked again this time turning around to face her fully.

"Hannie-"

"I like you yn. A lot. It's so hard for me to pretend I don't."

"Then... I'd say I like you too."

"I'm not joking yn."

"Han Jisung." Yn smiled. "I like you... Since we were in highschool when you took me to prom. You were always special to me... I just never thought you'd.... You'd like me back..." He voice got quite at the end.

"What- YN! I literally always call you cute. I always spend time with you- Everyone in our friend group knew that I liked you!"

"BUT YOU SAID I LOOK LIKE A SQUID AND YOU'D RATHER DATE SQUIDWARD!"

"YFN THAT WAS A JOKE!"

"HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?!"

Han couldn't help but smile. "We're idiots." He laughed shaking his head. "Do you wanna be my idiot though?"

Yn grinned before pretending to think.

"Ynnie."

"Yes. I'd like that."

"Damn it was that easy? I now have a girlfriend?"

"You're such a loser. But my loser."

[haarrrys]

·˚ *-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-STRAY KIDS -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-·˚ *

indications ; ♥︎ - smut , ✿ - fluff, ⬤ - angst

└➤BANG CHAN (방찬)

# - girl dad -✿- inspired by a tik tok with chan and the twins, and how he's a girl dad.

# - riding -♥︎- this is the view from when you're riding him w.c 0.5k

# - mochi boyfriend channie -♥︎✿-

# - outside clothes -♥︎-

# - whiplash -✿- your boyfriend isn't thrilled when he finds out you've kick-started your caffeine addiction again.

# -little picasso -✿- chan takes care of his daughter alone for the first time while you have a night out

# - my darling -✿- chan enjoys some time with his family

# - little bird -✿- dad!chan; chan's eyes were closed, tears streaming down his cheeks as he held her close, listening to "little bird"

# - sweet mornings -♥︎- morning sex with chan after he’s been away on tour.

# - face -♥︎⬤- a little warning to your boyfriend who is insecure about his face; aka face riding, pussy eating.

# - let me in your ocean, swim -♥︎- In which chan is a little self-conscious and a lot clueless, changbin is his therapist and his wingman, and you get really sick of waiting for chan to get his shit together.

# - size kink -♥︎- chan trying to fit it in but he's too big and he's whispering all kinds of stuff trying to get you to take it and you're frustrated and needy

# - let me love you -♥︎⬤- chris and you have been best friends for many years, slowly beginning to have feelings for each other but you two had never confessed it for fear of rejection, although you know how you both felt about each other.

# - insecure -♥︎⬤- chan is feeling kind of insecure about himself and the reader ends up jerking him off while like cooing to him how pretty he is

└➤ LEE KNOW (이민호)

# - lightyears -✿⬤- three times minho bites his tongue, and one time you don't let him. w.c 4.2k

# - hyungas sleeping -✿- fueled by pure, unadulterated Minho & Soon-Doong-Dori (SDD) brainrot. w.c 1.1k

# - silky shorts and stained shirts -✿♥︎- when best friend!minho sees fem!reader in revealing clothes for the first time… w.c 11.9k

& pt ii, kitty keychains and pudding paybacks -✿- best friend!minho can't help but recall memories of him and fem!reader in the middle of their grocery trip

# - nightmares -✿⬤- it takes you longer than you want to admit to notice it - the fact that minho doesn’t sleep in front of you. 

# -hand holding -✿-

#-sweeter-♥︎- jealous minho smut; oral sex (m. receiving), grinding, unprotected sex

#-feline tendencies-✿- “quit it or i’ll bite.” + “do it. i dare you.” + suggestive

#-flower -✿⬤- you're the only person whose opinion he cares about. when all is said and done, he doesn't care if the rest of the world thinks cold and heartless, as long as you know who he is.

#-shark week-✿-how he would take care of you during shark week.

└➤ CHANGBIN (서창빈)

# - (playfully) groping binnie -✿♥︎- groping binnie and how he'd reactand i'm not just talkin boobies. i'm talkin' errything.

└➤ HYUNJIN (황현진)

# - under the stars -♥︎- camping with 9 people, 4 tents leaves you stuck with sharing a tent and bed with minho + hyunjin who fight for your attention

& pt ii, hot springs -♥︎- after last night, hyunjin decides to surprise with a hot spring! some one on one time with your completely "platonic" not-at-all-horn-dog-friend would be a great way to relax

# - alien!hyunjin -♥︎- (psst..hyunjin has two dicks

# - pussy agenda -♥︎- he can't keep his hands to himself.

└➤ HAN (한지성)

# - relaxed -♥︎- 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍，𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 (𝗆)， 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾，𝗌𝗎𝖻!𝗃𝗂𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗍，𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗒𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗌，𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍，𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆𝗌，𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇．w.c 0.7k

# - sweater weather -♥︎✿- there's a thunderstorm outside and you don't have an umbrella. luck wants that you're near you best friend's apartment complex and you decide to wait for the rain to stop and your clothes to dry while watching a movie with him… but things escalate after the tension between you two finally snaps.

# - love song -✿- | han realizing his feelings for you.

# - untitled -♥︎✿- you and your soulmate in a random morning of may. w.c 1.9k

└➤ FELIX (이 필릭스)

☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰

└➤ SEUNGMIN (김승민)

# - wish we never met -♥︎⬤- friends-to-lovers, angst, unrequited love, hint of fluff

└➤ I.N. (양정인)

☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰

└➤ OT8 MASTERLISTS / SERIES

# - reaction when you catch the boquet at a wedding

# - @/luvyeni's masterlist

unfinished master list but decided to just posts bc oh well! :,)

[happyhuffles]

Red Lights

Content warning: bxbxg (includes bxb not just bxg), oral sex, thigh riding, overstimulation, orgasm denial, hand-job, (occasional) mean Hyunjin, switch! Bangchan, dom Hyunjin, dom & sub themes, aftercare, subdrop. 

Summary: 10.7k (omfg)

You had always been close with the stray kids members being Felix's cousin but were especially close with Hyunjin and Bangchan. They were your best friends. But, a lust filled night under the red lights in your room one month ago changed everything. Hyunjin and Bangchan were together and they wanted you too. Unfortunately, things would never be so simple.

One month ago...

It was Friday night. Just like every other Friday, Felix my cousin, had invited over his band who I had grown close too. It felt like just yesterday when I had been introduced too them all, but by now it had almost been a whole year.

Out of all the boys I was closets to Hyunjin and Bangchan. They were my best friends, though I had been pathetically crushing on them since I met them. Yet, I promised myself I would never make a move I loved them too much to ruin what we had now. 

"Binnie I dare you to arm wrestle Christopher," my cousins deep voice rung out. Felix looked between the two with a small smirk on his face, proud to have irritated Channie. The older boy had been complaining earlier about losing to Binnie in Mario Kart and was now about to be defeated by the same boy in a different game.

I sat beside Felix placing my hands over my mouth in an effort to conceal my giggles but was unsuccessful. I could feel Bangchan's glare pan from Felix to me as my laughter escaped. Channie was one of my best friends, so naturally I loved giving him a hard time.

Changbin flexed dramatically as he scooted to the center of the circle that we all sat around. Bangchan did the same though he already had a defeated look on his face and rolled his eyes annoyed. He was obviously still upset by his earlier defeat.

Hyunjin who sat on the other side of me was giggling too and leaned forward to grope Channie's biceps. "Poor Channie doesn't stand a chance," he said a teasing tone in his voice. He then turned to me tucking my loose hair behind my ear so I could catch his words as he leaned in to whisper to me, "I bet he doesn't last ten seconds."

I laugh loudly at his words and look to Bangchan whose back tensed, obviously hearing the words. The rest of the boys look at us confused, wanting to know what Hyunjin had said to send me into a fit of giggles. 

I opened my mouth to reiterate what he had said for the rest of the curious boys but was cut off by Bangchan who was now in position holding Changbin's hand. He turned his body to face Hyunjin an angry look on his face, "You know otherwise Hyung, don't lie."

Hyunjin blushed furiously at his words. My confident, charismatic, flirtatious best friend was blushing. It really was a sight.

He recovered quickly though and pulled me into his lap as a barrier between him and the grumpy man. His warm arms wrapped loosely around my waist and his chin came to sit on my shoulder. Out of my peripheral vision I could see his bottom lip jut out in a pout. My mind was going haywire being so close to him and I didn't know how long I would be able to play it cool. My best friend who I had been secretly pining over for months was holding me is his lap for Christ sake.

When Bangchan turned back around to arm wrestle Changbin, the boy who held me in his lap smiled deviously. A small chuckled escaped him and I could feel it vibrating through me.

"Such a tease Channie," he drawled out, pulling me closer as he spoke. 

Bangchan had rolled his short arm sleeve all the way up to his shoulder exposing his sculpted upper bicep. He looked so delicious as he flexed his arm tightly, his eyes focused on his opponent. My eyes racked over his figure, not noticing that the dare had begun. I was so focused on the way Channie's muscles contracted, the sight removing any other thought from my brain. 

I was finally pulled back to reality by the feeling of Hyunjin's hands on the bare skin of my waist. They had found their way underneath my sweater and I could feel both of his thumbs rubbing soft circles across each of my hips. I turned my head to look at him, flustered by the sudden touch, only to find his eyes already on me. 

"You like what you see angel? Channie is so pretty, isn't he?" he said pressing his lips against the back of my ear as he spoke. His teeth lightly nibbling on the sensitive flesh only adding to the hazy feeling in my head.

Angel. The endearing term had never had such an effect on me before. But when it had left Hyunjin's lips in such a seductive way it had my insides turning to mush and arousal swimming in my lower belly. 

My nickname to Bangchan and Hyunjin had been angel ever since they had gotten to know me. I had acquired it through the boys perceived innocence of me. I don't drink, cuss, or smoke, and i'm a virgin. Yet, if they knew half of the thoughts that lingered in my mind they would surely think I am anything but innocent. Anything but an angel.

"I asked you a question angel," Hyunjin said, pulling me out of my thoughts once again. 

The tone of his voice was authoritative, not something I was used to hearing from my sweet hearted friend. It only added to the flame growing in my belly that had heat coursing through my veins. I couldn't stop myself from squirming anxiously in his lap. What was going on?

His long fingers dug into the flesh of my hips, reminding me of his previous question once again. I opened and closed my mouth like a stupid fish gasping for air as my mind ran in circles. My focus had been completely gone since Hyunjin had perched me on his lap. 

"I-I, umm, yeah," I stuttered out.

"Yeah?" His teasing voice whispered back in my ear.

My hands were sweaty as I wrung them together in my lap and I could feel my cheeks burning bright red. I didn't know what else I was supposed to say to him but his heated gaze still captured me.

Thankfully, a loud eruption of applause sounded out from the rest of the boys suddenly, stealing our attention from each other. I focused my attention back to the center of our circle. Bangchan laid across the floor, dramatically defeated, and Changbin stood on his knees pounding his chest like Donkey-Kong.

"Woooo!"

Once again I could feel the vibration of Hyunjin's laugh against my back. It wasn't like his normal adorable laugh but a deep chuckle that had me squirming in his lap once again. I couldn't help but think it was meant for me rather than the two boys in front of us.

I was surprised when he moved me out of his lap, placing me back in my spot beside him and Felix. The devious look on his face vanishing completely and was replaced with his usual cute smile. 

He lightly booped me on the nose and Felix, who was watching, let out a little laugh. 

"I'm gonna go sit by Channie and give him shit for losing," he said looking across the circle at his friend.

He moved, kicking Seungmin out of the spot beside Bangchan, and sat down. I watched as he leaned in to whisper something to Channie whose eyes snapped up to mine. I looked away quickly from his intense gaze, curious as to what Hyunjin had said. 

We continued our little game for another ten minutes before realizing we still had plans for the second half of our night. Though I doubted I would survive them. 

"Oh!" Jisung yelled out. 

He stood from his spot taking his half-empty wine glass with him. The liquid sloshing around and spilling of of the side at his sudden movement. 

"Oh my God, you guys, it's already 10:00 p.m.!" he announced, his voice full of urgency. "Weren't we planning to hit the club by now? Move it, people!"

The group broke out in groans and laughs as they slowly started gathering themselves and head towards the door. Felix looked over at me, his sharp gaze softening with concern. "You coming?" he asked.

I hesitated, shifting uncomfortably in my spot. "I think I'm going to stay back," I said quietly. "I'm not feeling great."

It wasn't a complete lie.

That simple statement pulled the room to a halt. Felix was at my side in an instant, his wide brown eyes filled with worry. "You're not feeling well? Why didn't you say something earlier?" he asked, his voice laced with guilt.

"I didn't want to ruin the mood," I replied with a small shrug, hoping my lie survived, "I'll just hang here and rest. You all go have fun."

"Are you sure? Maybe we should stay back too," Felix said, glancing around at the others for support.

"I'll stay with her," Hyunjin cut in smoothly, standing up and stretching.

"Same," Bangchan added, his voice steady. "You guys go ahead. We'll catch up later if we can."

My body tensed automatically at their words. The whole point of me not going was to give myself space from my two best friends that I had to will myself not to jump. 

The rest of the group exchanged glances, murmuring their concern before Jisung clapped his hands together to break the tension. "Okay, okay, fine. But you're texting if you need anything, got it?" He pointed at me sternly, though his worry peeked through his playful act.

I nodded, feeling slightly guilty about worrying them. As the group filed out, Felix lingered by the door. "Take it easy, alright?" he said softly before finally leaving.

Once the door clicked shut, I turned back to see Hyunjin sprawled comfortably on the couch, patting Bangchan's lap who sat beside him. "Come here, angel. Let's make sure you're actually okay."

My whole body flushed again. I was already at my breaking point from sitting in Hyunjin's lap earlier and could hardly look either of them in the eyes. 

What were they doing? Did they know what they were doing to me? 

There was no way. They were my best friends. I was just a horny mess who read to deeply into the situation because I was so fucking desperate. 

I made my way to the couch where both the boys sat looking at me with watchful eyes. Channie's sleeve was still rolled up over his shoulder and his hair was hotly messy from earlier. 

I swallowed hard and moved to sit down beside Bangchan but halfway down he clicked his tongue disapprovingly making me hesitate. He took advantage of my pause and pulled me by the waist to sit in his lap. His strong arms wrapped firmly around my waist as Hyunjin's did earlier making my head spin once again. I willed myself to take a deep breath, hoping to subtly calm myself down and prayed that the boys didn't notice what they were doing to me. 

I gazed over at Hyunjin was looking at us both with a look I couldn't decipher yet it added to the flame growing in my belly. He look so pretty sitting there. His legs were crossed and he was leaning forward with his elbow on his thigh so he could easily support his chin which rested in his hand. Hyunjin's dark locks framed his delicate features perfectly. The deep black of his current color seemed to shimmer under the dim light, revealing subtle undertones of chestnut when he moved. It was long enough to graze his collarbones, framing his face in a way that accentuated the sharp lines of his jaw and the gentle curve of his cheekbones.

A few strands fell effortlessly across his forehead, the loose waves adding a touch of elegance that made him look both effortless and ethereal. It was the kind of hair that looked like it belonged to a royal or a painting—a blend of precision and wild beauty that could only be described as Hyunjin.

Bangchan's big hand lightly feeling my forehead distracted me from my staring. He maneuvered me to face him. Placing both of my legs on the couch behind him and propping me up on one of his strong thighs. 

I couldn't help the sudden obscene thought that ran through my head. One that I fantasized about often, as he gently adjusted me onto his thigh. My clit was already throbbing in need from both of the boys oblivious teasing. I had to hold back a moan as he subconsciously moved his leg causing me to grind down onto his hard muscle. I closed my eyes tightly and my hands flew to grab onto his shoulders in an effort to steady myself. But it only made it worse as Channie grabbed me by the waist and dragged me forward against his thigh in concern, thinking I needed adjustment. 

This time I couldn't help the pathetic moan that fell past my lips. Bangchan looked at me worried as Hyunjin let out a soft chuckle. 

"Are you ok angel?" Channie asked sounding concerned. 

I look up at him and find his eyes on Hyunjin. The dark haired boy gives him a slight nod and it looks as if they are having a telepathic conversation. 

"Y-Yeah, I think I just want to go lie down," I say, hoping to escape from them. 

Bangchan looks back to me and removes his hand from my forehead. His brows still pulled together in concern. 

"You do feel warm, have you felt like this all night?" he asks.

No. Just when you were arm wrestling Changbin and I was melting in Hyunjin's lap, I thought.

I moved out of Channie's lap and stood up, grateful for the distance as my thoughts became slightly clearer. 

"I'm fine really. I think I just need to call it a night," I started, keeping my voice steady, "you guy's can join the boys or stay in Felix's room if you want, I'm sure he'll be out late." 

I don't give either of them time to respond before I'm turning on my heal and practically sprinting to my room. 

As soon as I step across the threshold of my door, a long sigh escapes me. Without hesitation, I peel off my tight jeans and the stifling sweater that's clung to me all day. The cool air brushes against my overheated skin, a welcoming relief. I grab one of Felix's oversized shirts, slipping it on as makeshift pajamas, its soft fabric draping comfortably over me.

I run my hands through my hair, stopping at the base of my neck massaging the area gently. I really needed to get my head out of the clouds and back on my shoulders before I ruined my friendship with the boys. I know they were just trying to be nice but my raging hormones took their every move as attraction and I knew they would never feel the same way. 

I walk over to my nightstand searching for the tiny remote that controls my LED lights. My fingers gliding over its familiar smooth buttons. With a soft click, the room is bathed in a deep crimson glow. The red lights bleed across the walls, casting rich, velvety shadows that transform the space into a cocoon of warmth.

Collapsing onto the bed, I bury my face in the coolness of my pillow, letting out a muffled groan of frustration. My mind refuses to stop replaying the events of the night—the warmth of Hyunjin's hands on my waist, Bangchan's strong grip as he adjusted me in his lap, and the way their voices dipped just enough to make me second-guess everything.

"What is wrong with me?" I mutter into the pillow, my voice barely audible. They're my best friends. They've always been this affectionate—haven't they? But something feels different tonight, and it's driving me insane.

The sudden knock at my door pulls me from my spiraling thoughts. I sit up quickly, my heart racing as I call out, "Who is it?"

I stand and make my way towards my door as Hyunjin calls out, "me and Channie."

I stop just short of opening the door, my hand hovering over the knob. "What do you need?" My voice wavers slightly, betraying the storm of emotions swirling inside me.

"Can we come in?" Hyunjin's voice is softer than usual, almost hesitant.

I open the door at his request and find him leaning against the door frame with Bangchan standing behind him. The older boy brushes past both of us to plop down on my bed like he owns the place. Typical. 

Hyunjin on the other hand keeps his gaze locked on me. Still leaning against the doorway with one hand resting on the frame above his head, as he lets his eyes rack over me slowly.

My breath catches under Hyunjin's penetrating gaze. There's something unreadable in his expression—intense, almost like he's searching for something. It's the kind of look that makes my heart stutter and my skin feel too tight all at once.

He lets out a soft groan chewing on his bottom lip lightly as his eyes met mine once again. "You know your absolutely gorgeous, don't you angel?" He says, eyes not straying from mine. 

I don't have time to react before I feel Bangchan come up from behind me. I hadn't noticed him abandon my bed or his shirt until his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into his bare chest. 

I felt my knees give out as his nose trailed along the side of my neck teasingly. "Hyunjin's right baby, you're gorgeous," Bangchan said as his lips trailed over the sensitive spot between my neck and jaw. 

I shivered harshly at his words, not able to stop the soft moan that falls from my lips when teeth gaze against my neck. 

I freeze, my breath hitching as the heat of Bangchan's body pressed against mine and his mouth on me overwhelms my senses. My hands instinctively clutch at his forearms, though I'm not sure if it's to steady myself or to push him away. Hyunjin's gaze darkens, his eyes flickering between my face and where Bangchan's lips brush against my skin.

"Channie," Hyunjin warns, though his voice is low, almost indulgent.

Bangchan chuckles, the sound vibrating against my back. "What? Can't I appreciate her too?"

His teasing tone makes my face burn, but the tension in the room is palpable, wrapping around us like a thick fog. Hyunjin steps forward, his long fingers gently tipping my chin upward so our eyes meet.

"Careful," he murmurs, his thumb grazing my jawline. "You might just drive us both insane."

I can barely think, let alone respond. My heart is pounding so loudly in my ears that it drowns out everything else. The intensity of their attention, the way they're both so close—it's too much and not enough all at once.

"I—" My voice cracks, and I bite my lip, trying to find the words. "What are you two doing?"

Bangchan hums thoughtfully, his arms tightening around me as his lips ghost over my ear. "Just showing you what you do to us, baby."

Hyunjin's lips curl into a slow, wicked smile the red light of my room reflecting devilishly across his face. "And we haven't even started yet."

I feel like I'm caught in a storm, torn between wanting to run and staying to see how far they'll take this. My knees threaten to give out entirely as Hyunjin leans in closer, his lips hovering just a breath away from mine.

"Tell us to stop," he whispers, his voice like silk, though there's a challenge in his tone.

Bangchan nuzzles my neck, his breath hot against my skin. "Or don't."

It's a choice I'm not sure I'm ready to make.

Hyunjin must notice the flash of panic the comes across my face. He steps forward removing me from Channie's hold and cups my face gently. His sudden softness settling the anxiety in me.

"We think about you every night angel. No need to be nervous," he says softly as his hot breath fans against my skin.

The gentleness in Hyunjin's voice tugs at something deep inside me, but it's the heat in his gaze that sets every nerve in my body alight. His thumbs brush over my cheeks in slow, soothing motions, grounding me even as my thoughts spiral.

"Every night," he repeats, his voice dropping to a whisper. His forehead rests lightly against mine, the intimate proximity leaving me breathless. "You don't have to say anything. Just let us show you how much you mean to us."

Behind him, Channie leans casually against the wall, his lips quirked into a small, knowing smile. His eyes glimmer with warmth, and for a brief moment, the intensity of the situation eases. I feel safe—cherished, even—but it's still so much to process.

"Hyunjin, I..." My voice wavers, my hands instinctively clutching at his wrists.

He tilts his head slightly, his dark eyes softening even further. "Just breathe, angel."

Then his lips are on mine. 

His lips are soft, warm, and utterly overwhelming as they press against mine. The kiss starts slow, deliberate, as though Hyunjin is giving me time to adjust—to decide if this is what I want. But the moment I part my lips, giving him my silent answer, his hand slides into my hair, deepening the kiss.

I gasp, and that's all it takes for him to tilt my head slightly, his lips moving against mine with more confidence, more hunger. My fingers grip his wrists tighter, unsure whether I'm trying to anchor myself or pull him even closer.

A quiet chuckle from Channie pulls me back to reality—or whatever this is. My face burns as I pull back just slightly, but Hyunjin doesn't let me go far. His forehead rests against mine again, his eyes hooded but alight with something I can't quite name.

"Perfect," Hyunjin breathes, his voice barely above a whisper.

Channie moves closer, his warm presence radiating at my side. "Didn't mean to interrupt," he teases, his voice low and amused. His fingers gently trail down my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "But I think it's my turn now."

Before I can respond, Bangchan's hand tilts my chin toward him, his smile melting into something softer, something devastatingly tender. "If that's okay with you, baby."

I nod my head desperately and he doesn't waste a second. 

The moment my head dips in agreement, Bangchan's lips are on mine. His kiss is different—slower, deeper, yet just as consuming as Hyunjin's. There's a deliberate care in the way he moves, his hand cupping my jaw as if I might break under his touch. It's enough to make my head spin.

My fingers curl into his forearm, holding on for dear life as he pulls me impossibly closer. The heat of his bare chest against mine is intoxicating, and I can feel the faint, steady beat of his heart, grounding me in this surreal moment.

He pulls back just enough to let his forehead rest against mine, his thumb brushing over my cheek. His gaze is molten, filled with something so raw it makes my stomach flip. "You taste like a dream," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers racing down my spine.

From behind me, I feel Hyunjin's presence, his hands resting lightly on my hips. He presses a gentle kiss to the side of my neck, and my knees threaten to give out at the dual sensations.

"You like that angel?" Hyunjin starts pulling my head back gently to peck my lips once again, "the feeling of our lips on you."

I nod my head pathetically not trusting my voice. Hyunjin then looks to Channie who nods his head subtly at him. I almost didn't catch it. 

"Then, you'll really like this," Bangchan says and leans forward crashing his mouth against Hyunjin's.

Their kiss is hard and feverant. Hyunjin's hand grabs the shorter boy by the neck holding him in place and completely dominating the kiss. It's raw, desperate—a kind of hunger that I can feel, despite not being the one directly involved. The heat from their kiss seems to fill the room, enveloping us all in an electric tension and leaving me throbbing with need.

I can't help but watch, my breath caught in my throat as Hyunjin's grip on Bangchan tightens, fingers digging into his neck, pulling him even closer. The sound of their lips crashing together fills the air, echoing in the room like a rhythmic, primal beat. Their shared breath is heavy, each kiss more demanding than the last.

As they pull back, a breathless silence hangs between us, and Hyunjin's eyes find mine again, dark and filled with something dangerous. "You like that didn't you? Dirty girl." His voice is a low growl, his lips still slick from their kiss, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

The room feels charged with a heavy, palpable tension as Hyunjin's words hit me like a wave, and settle in the flame ignited in my lower body. My chest tightens, and my breath catches in my throat as I try to process what just happened, my mind spinning with the intensity of it all.

His gaze never leaves mine, dark and predatory, as if he's daring me to answer. His words feel like a challenge, a test to see how far I'm willing to go, and I feel my body betray me as my heart races, blood pounding in my ears.

I can't tear my eyes away from him, and despite the uncertainty flooding my mind, there's a part of me—something deep inside—that can't help but crave more of what just happened, more of them.

Bangchan's presence behind me is a grounding force, his hands steady on my waist, but I'm still reeling from the fire between me and Hyunjin. I don't know what I'm doing, what I'm supposed to feel, but it's all so intoxicating, and the more I try to fight it, the harder it becomes.

"Answer him, baby," Bangchan murmurs in my ear, his voice soft but commanding.

I obey his words immediately.

"Y-Yes, I loved it," I say feeling my cheeks burn at my admission.

The room falls into a tense silence after my words, the weight of my admission hanging in the air. I can feel both of their gazes on me—Hyunjin's dark, predatory eyes and Bangchan's more tender but equally intense stare. My heart races, the pulse in my throat erratic as I try to process what I've just confessed.

Bangchan's hand tightens around my waist, his thumb brushing over the fabric of my shirt as he leans in to kiss the side of my neck. His lips are soft, but there's an unmistakable hunger behind the gentleness, a kind of warmth that makes my skin burn under his touch. "You're perfect, baby," he murmurs, his voice husky against my skin.

Hyunjin steps closer, his gaze never leaving mine, his breath hot against my ear as he presses a soft kiss to my cheek. "I knew you'd like it," he says, his voice low and almost soothing, though it's laced with that same dangerous intensity. "You're ours, angel. You don't need to fight it."

My body reacts to his words before my mind can catch up, a shiver running down my spine, and a soft breath of pleasure escapes my lips without me meaning to. It's as if the tension in the air, the weight of their attention, is pulling something out of me that I can't control.

They're both here, both claiming me in ways that send my senses into overdrive. And I can't deny it—the desire is there, flickering in the pit of my stomach, making me yearn for more.

"How about you lay down on the bed," Bangchan says looking at me with his pretty brown eyes.

I shake my head yes and allow him to pick me up and lay me in the center of my queen-sized bed. As he lets go of my body he stands back up and Hyunjin takes advantage of it, pulling him in for another quick but heated kiss. He then grabs him by the neck and pushes him away harshly. But Channie doesn't argue and just lets his body fall onto the bed beside mine. 

"You wanna watch me taste our pretty angel, Channie?" He asks, his voice a dark whisper. 

My mouth goes completely dry at his words. Every once of moisture in my body flooding south.

I look over at Bangchan who moans deeply and nods his head rapidly. 

"Please, Hyunjinie please," he moans out. 

The dark haired boy looming in front of us smirks darkly, his gaze racking across us both. He drops to his knee's and moves to lean over the bed. 

Hyunjin's arms come up and wrap around my waist pulling me forward until his head is hovering just above where I needed him most. He pushes my thighs up and over his shoulders, peppering soft kisses against my sensitive skin as he does so. One of his hands crawl up the bed to find mine, giving it a tight squeeze.

"Is this ok, angel?" He asks gently. His eyes holding a softer sentiment as he awaits my consent. 

I start to nod my head but he shakes his head and clicks is tongue at me.

"I need words, angel," he says seriously as his fingers travel up my thighs to my hips and wrap around the waist-band of my panties. 

"Yes," I pant out pathetically, "Hyunjin, please."

At my words, he doesn't waist a second before ripping away the soaked material and running his tongue along my slit.

The feeling is noting I had ever experienced before.

I can't control my body as I shake at the stimulation and my thighs jerk up to squeeze Hyunjin's head, keeping him in place. His hands pinch the inside of my thighs in response, but his teasing tongue never leaves me.

Bangchan moves to sit behind me, scooting forward until I'm sitting up with my head resting against his chest. His hands come around me and pull my locked thighs away from Hyunjin's head. Both arms flexing deliciously as he does and I can't help but grind up into Hyunjin's face at the sight, letting out a loud moan.

He chuckles deeply at my actions. The vibrations sending shockwaves through me and forcing me closer to the edge. Bangchan's hands leave my thighs and move to my waist in order to keep me still. He knows I'm already close.

"Are you gonna cum angel?" Channie asks teasingly.

But, I hardly hear the words as Hyunjin wraps his plump lips around my bundle of nerves and sucks on it like his favorite piece of candy. My whole body quiver's at the action and with one final flick of his tongue I come undone.

I throw my head back hard as my eyes roll back and a beautiful white hot bliss completely overtakes me. My hands fly to Hyunjin's head and I grind onto his tongue as my orgasm crashes through me. The boy hums into my mound as I roughly grab at his dark locks. I use them as leverage to fuck myself up into his mouth until the blissful feeling finally dissipates. 

As I come back to reality, I gently unravel my fingers from Hyunjin's hair. I look down at him and catch his hooded eyes already starring holes into me. Underneath my red lights he looks so beautiful as he gently soothes the pale flesh of my inner thighs.

"You did such a good job angel," Hyunjin says as his teeth come out to nip at my sensitive skin. His words run straight to my core and I can only let out a pathetic whine in response. 

As he teases me, Hyunjin's gaze quickly moves to Bangchan who I'm still pressed up against. The two seem to have another silent conversation with their eyes and suddenly I'm being lifted like a doll to sit in Bangchan's lap, straddling a single thigh. 

I meet Channie's gaze and find his eyes swimming with arousal. He has a dark smirk on his face and I feel like a predator beneath him. 

"You're making me go crazy baby, out of fucking control," he says as his lips drag against the skin of my shoulder. My skin breaking out in goose flesh at the feeling.

I didn't notice Hyunjin stand behind us until his hand was on the back of my head grabbing a fistful of hair, the other wrapping around the front of my neck. He gently tugged my hair downward forcing my head back at his mercy as he put his mouth on mine hungrily. 

I hear Bangchan take a sharp intake of breath as Hyunjin kisses me. I hardly have time to breath as he completely devours me. His hand is tightening around my throat pulling a moan from me and triggering Channie to push him away.

"It's my turn," he says darkly, looking at me through his hooded eyes. A smirk still spread across his face. 

"You've been so good," he starts looking at me like a tiger stalking its prey, "you like that don't you? Being a perfect little whore for Hyunjin." His hand comes up to brush a stray piece of hair behind my ear. 

I nod my head and Channie chuckles, satisfied at my response. His large hands come down to meet my waist squeezing me tightly. I feel his fingers digging into my skin and know that bruises will be visible on my pale skin tomorrow. Gently, he starts to rock me back and forth. Grinding me against his thigh. 

"Oh," I whimper out. My bare heat feeling cool against his jean covered thigh. 

Hyunjin lets out a mocking laugh at my pathetic attempt to cover my moans. He moves to sit beside Channie on the bed, taking a hair tie from my nightstand. Quickly, he wraps half of his hair up into a bun with the shorter hair around his neck still hanging out. With his hair pulled back in the red light of my room, Hyunjin looks more gorgeous than ever before as he stares at me through hooded eyes. 

"Eyes on me angel," Bangchan says his voice suddenly firm.

I obeyed immediately snapping my eyes to his. Two beautiful brown orbs stared deep into me, the red lights emphasizing the raw heat in his gaze. I felt the hot pit in my belly quiver at the sight.

He guided my arms to wrap around his shoulders, giving me more leverage to grind myself against him. His eyes never leaving mine. I bit my lip hard trying to ground myself from crumpling under his gaze. But, as I did so Channie's eyes darkened and left mine to stare at my lips. He looked angry.

I felt Hyunjin's hand come between us and heard the clanking of a belt but was quickly distracted. Bangchan closed the small gap between us and stucked me into a bruising kiss. His teeth ripping my bottom lip from my hold and mouth completely consuming me. Channie's tongue pushed against my lips begging for an entrance that I mistakingly didn't grant immediately. 

I knew I didn't stand a chance as I kissed back hard, denying him of complete control. I was pretending to fight for dominance though I knew I would never win. It spurred Channie on though, and he brought a hand to my neck holding me harshly. I gasped at the action and my mouth opened wide enough for him to enter. I could hardly breathe but I loved it. 

Beneath me, I could feel how pitifully wet his thigh was becoming with my slick. All because of how quickly he had put me back into place. 

When he finally broke away from my swollen lips I thought I would have a moment to catch my breath. But, I was wrong. Channie harshly bite the side of my neck making me whimper. All the air in my lungs leaving me once again and I squeezed my eyes shut at the sudden attack. My whole body pulsed deliciously at the pain as I willed myself not to fall over the edge. 

Bangchan's hot tongue trailed over his mark soothing it slightly before he pulled the sensitive skin between his teeth for a second time. He moaned loudly into my ear as he suckled on my neck sending me into a hot tizzy. My head completely clouded with need and hips pathetically grinding into him. The only sounds that left me were broken moans and desperate whimpers as I grew embarrassingly close to my high. 

"O-Oh fuck baby," Channie whined out, pulling away from my neck. 

My eyes snapped back open at the sound to find his closed. He looked so pretty with his eyebrows pulled together tightly, a light layer of sweat covering his forehead. My gaze trailed down his body and I felt myself freeze at a unexpected yet gorgeous sight. 

Channie's thick cock had been liberated from his tight jeans looking painfully hard. But, what truly mesmerized me was Hyunjin's large hand that was wrapped around Channie slowly stroking up and down. His thumb was evilly flicking against the angry red tip and each time Channie's whimpers came out more desperate. 

The way Hyunjin held him and Bangchan looked back at him was something deeper than just sex. It was powerful and raw. 

I nearly came at the sight a weak moan falling from my lips and Hyunjin's eyes found mine. He studied me deeply with his deep brown eyes, a light smirk growing bigger the longer he stared. If I had half a mind and wasn't so overwhelmed by my approaching euphoria, I would have completely evaporated under Hyunjin's heated gaze. Instead I almost completely ignored it too focused on the glossy eyed boy under me. 

Bangchan's weak voice muttered a quiet, "fuck," and his head fell back as he squeezed his eyes shut. I could tell he was fighting back his own release.

My movements grew feverish as I neared the edge. Watching the dominance dissolve from Bangchan's body was something I couldn't look away from. He looked so beautiful, wholly submitting to Hyunjin's touch without protest.

"Are you close angel?" Hyunjin asked his eyes still watching my every move. 

I nodded my head rapidly in response. Not trusting my voice as I knew the moment I opened my mouth the only sound that would emerge would be my pathetic moans. 

"If you cum before I let you Channie will go to bed with his poor cock hard, do you understand angel?" he says in a sweet tone, yet his words are evil.

I stutter at his words my mouth hanging open stupidly.

He chuckled clearly pleased by my muddled state. His free hand coming up to hold Channie's head which was tilted up and forcing him to be eye level with me once again. 

"I know you're close baby, open your eyes and look at our pretty girl," he said, his commanding voice vibrating off the walls of the room. 

He obeyed without delay and I was surprised to see tears brimming his eyes. Only then did I notice his rigid posture. Every muscle in his body was completely tight with rapidly crumbling restraint. 

Why was he still holding himself off?

"You've been so good for me Channie, a perfect fucking slut. Maybe I'll let you cum with our little angel if you start begging now." Hyunjin spat out degradingly. 

The reaction from my body was instant at the sound of Bangchan's begging. 

"P-Please sir," he whimpered out. 

The sound sending a rush of heat through me and I had to stop my movements in order not to cum.

Hyunjin noticed immediately, "I didn't tell you to stop." 

Though his eyes never left Channie's as he scolded me. Instead his hand separated from the boys throat and came down hard on my ass. I yelped loudly at the action yet my body quivered pathetically, loving the abuse. He gripped by hip tightly with his free hand and at the same pace as the hand stroking Bangchan's cock, he forced me to continue grinding down onto him. I started moving on my own again a fuzzy feeling resting in my mind begging me to comply.

Satisfied with my resumption he spoke to the whimpering boy again, "please what?"

Channie let out a strangled sob at the words. The tears that had been brimming his waterline now slipped down his face. His poor eyes looked as if they were bleeding in the deep red light of the room.

"Please let me cum sir," he said steadying his breaking voice. His eyes staring into Hyunjin's pleadingly.

Hyunjin let out a pondering hum and looked at the both of us. I continued to grind feverishly onto Channie's thigh my pussy feeling raw yet I was so close to letting go. 

Then his hand completely stopped moving on Bangchan's cock. "N-No, please I-I," Channie stuttered out but Hyunjin cut him off. 

"Fuck yourself with my hand if you're so fucking desperate to cum," he said darkly. And Bangchan did. 

His hips started thrusting up into Hyunjin's unmoving fist adding to the overbearing stimulation on my clit. I held onto Channie tightly as I continued to rut against him sobs now spilling from my mouth. It was relentless and I didn't know how much longer I could last but I knew I couldn't give in to the feeling. Poor Channie needed to cum too. 

"Hyunjinnie please I can't," I sobbed my resolve completely breaking as I woefully tried to pull away from Bangchan's leg. The fuzzy feeling in the back of my head stealing me away.

He smiled criminally at my cries and an evil hand came down on my ass again sending a jolt through me. He forced me back down onto Channie's thigh and the lewd sound of my slick squelching against his jeans had him barking out a laugh. 

His head tilted to the side as he chuckled watching the both of us sob in overstimulation. The combination of pain and pleasure sending both me and Channie into a distorted mental state. Both of us almost completely unable to form coherent sentences, our minds consumed with holding off our release.

Hyunjin removed his painful grip from my hip once again only to bring another harsh slap to my reddening ass. The motion sending one final shock through me that had me unable to prevent myself from teetering over the edge.

"N-No, no," I moaned out as I came. 

My whole body convulsing as my pussy clenches harshly around nothing pathetically wishing to have been stuffed with Channie's thick cock. I can't stop my body from furiously continuing to rut against Bangchan's hard thigh as I prolong my high. The lovely feeling exploding deep in my body and sending waves of pure heat through my veins. 

White spots cloud my vision erupting into a colorful vision of fireworks that ignite every nerve in my body. I moan loudly as I ride out my high my body slumping forward against Channie's firm chest. Every muscle in my body except for the ones that let me grind my hips going slack. 

As I come down from my high my vision slowly returns but the fuzziness in my mind reminds me of my disobedience. Guilt hits me like a brick wall as I weakly try to pull my slack body up from Channie's chest. My head sways and I feel dizzy. My body is on the cusp of losing conscientious but the only things I can think about is Channie. I let him down.

"I'm sorry Channie, I'm sorry," I say my voice meek and tearful as I look down at his weeping cock. The tip is still an angry red color and twitches pitifully as it stands straight up against his abdomen. 

Hyunjin's hand had completely abandoned him, the sight forcing more tears from my eyes. They run pathetically down my cheeks and fall from the end of my chin onto his thick cock. 

Hyunjin stands and watches as my tears fall onto Channie causing his poor cock to twitch desperately. A merciful thought crossing his mind as he watches me in my weakened state. 

"Channie was a good boy, let him cum in your hand angel," Hyunjin says his voice softer than it had been all night. 

I look at him and dry my teary eyes, "t-thank you." 

I waste no time before wrapping my small hand around Channie and start stroking him just as Hyunjin had before. The boy under me sucked in a harsh breath at the sudden stimulation. His body tensing before relaxing again knowing that this time he can finally cum. 

It only takes a few pumps of my fist and one flick against his wet slit before his body is shaking. He leans forward falling into me and I feel the hot spurts of cum start to spill into my hand. He cries into my neck as I gently stroke him through his high. His hips subconsciously fucking himself into my hand as bliss consumes him. I watch his back, glowing with a thin line of sweat in the red light, heave up and down as he cums hard.

I don't notice that Hyunjin had left the room until I heard the sound of water running from the bathroom. But I don't look towards the door, my attention completely focused on Channie still feeling guilty.

Channie quivers benneath me for a few moments before I feel his eyes flutter shut against my skin. His head is pressed against my chest and he places a soft kiss against the junction between my breasts. I gently remove my hand from him and place a kiss to the crown of his head. His blonde stands ticking my skin. 

Hyunjin reemerges from my bathroom and I hear his soft steps padding on the floor behind me. The dark-haired boy wraps his arms around me and places soft kisses on my shoulder trailing them up my neck. The action is comforting and I lean to the side wordlessly begging him to continue. 

Hearing Hyunjin's soft lips caress my skin, Bangchan lifts his head from my chest. His previously hooded eyes looking exhausted. The two boys have a silent discussion with their eyes once again and I don't question it when Hyunjin picks me up, cradling me into his chest. 

The boy brings me into the bathroom and I'm grateful to see a bath full of warm water waiting for me. Hyunjin gently places me into the tub and I winced lightly when he pulls away from me. The fuzzy feeling in my head overwhelms me as he turns to leave the room. A cry leaves me causing him to turn back around immediately. A concerned look falls across his face and he walks back to the tub. 

"Whats wrong angel?" he asks softly as he kneels down on the bathroom floor to be closer to me. 

His hand comes out to wipe away the new set of tears that escape from my eyes. 

"Please don't leave me," I whisper, feeling to desperate to feel embarrassed by my childish voice. 

Behind Hyunjin, Channie enters the bathroom, helping calm my nervous system but the tears in my eyes don't dissolve so easily. My guilt from earlier and consuming need to be held confusing me. 

"I wasn't going to leave you baby I just need to check on Channie," Hyunjin says his voice gentle. 

He moves to stand, not having noticed Bangchan's presence but the boy behind him speaks up. 

"I'm ok, Hyunjinnie," he says and walks to the tub slipping into the warm water. 

Channie pulls me into his lap and I let him, happy with his affection. I rest my head back against his shoulder and nuzzle into the crook of his neck. He lets out a content noise at our closeness and his arms wrap around my waist holding me to him. 

I look up at Hyunjin who is now standing beside the tub to see him watches us adoringly. A soft smile covering his face and his eyes crinkling upward affectionately. He looks much more angelic in the warm white light of the bathroom compared to the deep red LED lighting of my room.

It takes me a moment to realize that he is still half clothed not having removed his pants. I noticed a large tent that protruded beneath his belt and another wave of guilt clashes through me. 

"I didn't make you feel good too," I say my voice cracking and I move forward and loop my fingers through the belt holes in his jeans. 

Hyunjin steps back immediately at my action and my heart falls in my chest as I feel rejected. Bangchan pulls me back into his lap and I don't notice the look that he gives to the younger boy. 

"That doesn't matter baby," Hyunjin says softly, returning to his kneeling position beside the tub. 

I shake my head in protest but I'm given a pointed look in return. 

"I mean it angel. Tonight was about you and Channie I wanted to take care of you both." He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. His voice was soft yet firm telling me not to argue and in my state the only thing I wanted to do was be good for him. 

I nodded my head still feeling guilty a small voice in the back of my head scolding me for leaving Hyunjinnie unsatisfied. I got a small smile from him in response before he stood up once again. 

"I'm gonna go and get some water and a small snack for us, ok?" he said looking between me and Channie. 

I don't have an opportunity to protest because as he turns to leave Bangchan is turning me around in his lap. My bottom lip is subconsciously jutted out in a pout as Hyunjin disappears the clingy monster in me crying quietly. 

Channie cutely copies my expression and leans in to softly peck my pouty lip in an effort to lighten my mood. "He'll be right back baby girl," he says comfortingly. 

I nod and lean myself forward greedy for more affection but Channie holds my shoulders creating a small gap between us so he can meet my eyes. I look away shyly the combination of embarrassment of my behavior and neediness muddling my thoughts. 

"How are you feeling angel?" he asks tenderly. 

I shrug my shoulders in response unsure of what to say. I didn't know how I was feeling. My head was too fuzzy and my neediness was causing my anxiety to run high. Plus my relationship with them both had just did a complete three-sixty turn. 

Channie frowned lightly at my response but didn't say anything right away. Instead, he cupped his hands full of water and brought them gently above my head, letting it cascade over my hair. The water was warm, soothing, as it flowed down my scalp and dripped into the tub. Wordlessly, he repeated the motion a few times, his focus unwavering as if this small task required his full attention.

Once he seemed satisfied, he reached for the bottle of shampoo on the bath shelf above us. With practiced ease, he squirted a dollop into his palm, rubbing his hands together before running his fingers through my hair. His touch was firm yet gentle as he massaged the shampoo into my scalp, his fingertips moving in slow, circular motions. The scent of lavender and honey filled the air, calming and sweet.

The rich lather began to form, thick suds slipping through his fingers and dripping down the strands of my hair into the water below. "There we go," he murmured softly, almost to himself, his voice a quiet hum against the sound of the water sloshing around in the tub. His hands worked with such care, as though he was handling something fragile. 

He dunked his hands in the water once again, the sound of water rippling softly in the quiet space. Carefully, he cupped his hands and brought them back to my head, letting the warm water trickle through my hair to rinse away the shampoo. The suds slid down in silky streams, gathering in the tub below.

When he was finished he pulled away from me slightly and gazed deeply into my eyes. He looked deep in thought. 

"How are you really feeling angel, you don't have to be shy with me," he said asking me the same question again. 

I shrugged my shoulders again not knowing how to put my emotions into words. How was I supposed to tell him that I was feeling a thousand things at once that I couldn't comprehend through the hazy feeling in my head. 

He let out a quiet huff and a silent moment passed. Then a look of realization flashed across his face. 

"Are you feeling a little floaty? Maybe a little needy for some lovin?" He asked suddenly. 

His words made my breath hitch, the vulnerability in his tone striking a chord deep within me. The warm water, the gentle intimacy of his touch, and now this—his voice soft, coaxing—left me feeling even more exposed than before.

I hesitated, trying to gather the words that felt stuck somewhere in my chest. Floaty. Needy. He wasn't wrong. But how could I admit that out loud?

"I... I don't know," I whispered, avoiding his gaze. My hands gripped the edge of the tub, the tension in my shoulders betraying the storm of emotions I couldn't name.

"Hey," he said, his tone gentle, coaxing my attention back to him. His hands moved from the water to cradle my face, his thumbs brushing lightly against my cheeks. "It's okay. You don't have to know. You don't have to have the right words. Just..." He trailed off, his forehead dipping to rest lightly against mine, his breath warm and steady.

"Just tell me if you need me, angel," he murmured. "I'm here."

The words unraveled something in me. My eyes stung, and I blinked rapidly, trying to keep my composure. He wasn't asking me to explain or justify. He just wanted me to know he was there.

"I..." My voice trembled, and I swallowed hard. "I think I do.. and Hyunjinnie too."

His hands moved to my shoulders, his touch grounding. "Okay," he said, his tone steady and sure. "Then let us take care of you." 

I nodded and let him pull me tightly to his chest. The warmth of his embrace enveloped me, a safe haven in the middle of the chaotic whirl of emotions I couldn't untangle. My cheek pressed against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat grounding me in a way words couldn't.

Bangchan's hand moved gently, tracing soothing circles along my back, his other arm holding me close.

I hear soft footsteps and look back to see Hyunjin walking back into the bathroom a large bowl of freshly cut fruits in one hand and two glasses of water balanced in the other. 

Hyunjin's eyes softened the moment they met mine, his lips curving into a gentle smile that carried a quiet reassurance. "I thought you guys might want something light," he said, his voice low and soothing as he set the bowl and glasses down on the counter. "And the water of course. Can't have you both skipping that."

I felt Bangchan's chest rumble with a soft chuckle against my cheek. "Always looking out for us, huh?"

Hyunjin shrugged, a playful glint flickering in his eyes, though his demeanor stayed calm. "Someone has to keep you two in line," he teased, but his gaze returned to me, filled with concern. "How are you feeling, love?"

I opened my mouth to respond but hesitated, the words tangled in my throat. Before I could try again, Bangchan spoke, his voice gentle. "She's feeling a lot right now. We're just taking it one step at a time."

Hyunjin nodded in understanding and moved closer, crouching beside the tub so he was eye level with me. His hand reached out slowly, as if to ask for permission, and when I didn't pull away, his fingers brushed lightly against my damp hair.

"We had a long night. A good one, but it was a lot," Hyunjin said softly, his thumb gently tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Just let us be here with you." 

I smiled at his words and moved out of Channie's tight hold to embrace my other boy. He didn't mind my wet arms as I wrapped myself around him and he pulled me tightly into his bare chest. 

"You wanna get out and dry off for me angel?" Hyunjin says in my ear as he holds me.

Hyunjin's voice was soft, his breath warm against my ear, and the question carried a gentle encouragement. I hesitated, clinging to the comfort of his hold for just a moment longer before nodding slowly.

"Yeah," I murmured, my voice barely audible but clear enough for him to hear.

Hyunjin smiles down at me and grabs a fluffy white towel from the rack. He helps me step out of the tub and Bangchan follows suit behind me. A gentle kiss is placed on my cheek as Hyunjin towels me off and my cheeks flush. 

Hyunjin's movements were gentle and deliberate, his hands brushing against my skin with the utmost care as he dried me off. The towel absorbed the water clinging to my body, but it was his tender attention that warmed me the most.

As he slipped the oversized t-shirt over my head, the faint, comforting scent of him—clean, with a hint of his cologne—washed over me. The fabric was soft and familiar, and the way it draped loosely over my frame made me feel cocooned in his presence.

"You look perfect," he murmured with a small smile, his fingers smoothing the hem of the shirt where it fell just above my knees. His words and the affectionate look in his eyes only made my cheeks flush deeper.

"Chan will you take her to bed while I clean up?"

Hyunjin's voice was soft but steady as he looked to Bangchan, his hand lingering on my back for a moment before pulling away.

Bangchan nodded immediately, his expression shifting into something tender and protective. "Of course," he said, stepping closer to me. His arm slid around my shoulders, steady and warm, as he guided me gently toward the door.

"Go ahead and get comfortable, angel," Hyunjin added with a reassuring smile. "I'll be there in a bit."

I glanced back at him, watching as he gathered the damp towels and adjusted the space with his usual care. His attention to even the smallest details gave me a sense of ease.

Bangchan's voice broke through my thoughts as we reached the bedroom. "You doing okay?" he asked softly, his tone as warm and grounding as his presence.

I nodded, leaning into him a little. "Yeah... just tired."

"Then let's get you tucked in," he said with a small smile, steering me toward the bed. He pulled back the blankets with one hand while steadying me with the other.

As we layed down I noticed the faint smell of sex lingering in the air. It made me smile to myself at first but then made me think. The boys were my best friends, what were we now?

I was distracted from my thoughts as Bangchan's smirk didn't go unnoticed, and my cheeks flushed as I caught the fleeting expression on his face. The faint scent in the air was unmistakable, a quiet reminder of the earlier hours, but he didn't comment on it outright. Instead, he busied himself with making sure I was comfortable, his care meticulous and unrelenting.

Once I was settled under the blankets, he handed me a glass of water, watching closely as I took a few sips. Then, with a small bowl of fruit resting on the bedside table, he coaxed me to eat a few pieces, his tone gentle but firm.

"There we go," he murmured, his voice laced with approval when I finished. "Good girl."

The words sent a flicker of warmth through me, and I ducked my head slightly, hiding a shy smile.

When he was satisfied, Bangchan moved to the corner of the room, adjusting the LED light remote. The soft red glow that had painted the space dimmed, leaving the room bathed in a calming darkness.

He returned to my side, sitting on the edge of the bed, his presence grounding. "All set," he said, his voice a quiet murmur. 

As Bangchan settled beside me on the right side of the bed, the soft creak of the bathroom door drew both our attention. Hyunjin stepped out, his hair damp and tousled, water droplets clinging to his collarbone. He was dressed in a simple pair of sweats and a loose shirt that hung just right on his frame.

His gaze softened as it landed on us, and a faint smile tugged at his lips. "You two all settled?" he asked, his voice low, carrying a warmth that made my chest feel lighter.

Bangchan nodded, his hand resting lightly on my arm as if to wordlessly communicate how well he'd looked after me. "Just waiting for you now."

Hyunjin's smile widened slightly as he crossed the room. "Sorry to keep you waiting, my loves," he said, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to my temple and then Channie's before slipping onto the bed beside me.

With Bangchan on one side and Hyunjin on the other, I felt completely enveloped by their presence. Hyunjin tugged the blanket higher over me, his hand brushing against mine as he did.

I could feel the love between Channie and Hyunjin and after what had happened tonight I knew it wasn't the first time they had expressed it for each other. But now, they were giving their affections to me too. It made me wonder if this was all still a friendship or if it would turn into something more. 

Deep in thought I didn't notice Hyunjin's gaze on me in the darkness of my room. His hand came up to softly stroke my cheek, bringing my attention back to the present. 

"What are you thinking about baby girl?" he asked his voice laced with worry. 

I felt Channie sit up on one elbow behind me at his words.

"What are we now?" I asked my voice meek as I looked away from Hyunjin's gaze. 

Bangchan's arms wrapped around me at my words and he pulled me into his embrace. At the same time Hyunjin moved forward and both boys were cocooned around me. 

"We've both liked you for a long time angel," Hyunjin started, his gaze drifting from mine to Bangchan, "me and Channie have been seeing each other on the down low for a while too." he continue looking shy suddenly. 

Channie's hand found mine beneath the blanket, his thumb gently rubbing circles on my skin. "We care about you, a lot. And it's not just about tonight, or what happened. It's about everything," he added, his voice soft but filled with sincerity.

I stayed quiet, unsure how to respond to the whirlwind of emotions stirring within me. My heart was full—full of confusion, uncertainty, but also warmth, knowing that they both cared so deeply for me. Their openness, their willingness to share this with me, meant more than I could put into words.

Hyunjin's gaze softened, and he leaned down to press a kiss to my forehead. "We're not asking for anything from you right now," he said gently. "Just that you know how much we care. We'll take things at your pace, whenever you're ready to figure out what this is."

Bangchan's voice rumbled softly behind me. "We'll talk more in the morning, angel. For tonight, just rest."

I turned towards Channie and his lips met mine gently, a soft and reassuring kiss that made my heart flutter. I pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, a quiet understanding passing between us before I shifted to Hyunjin, who was watching me intently. His lips were warm and inviting as I kissed him, and I could feel the bond between us deepen with the simple touch.

"Sleep, we'll be here in the morning," he said pressing his forehead to mine. 

I smiled and obeyed. Letting my tiredness from the night overtake me and in their arms sleep found me happily.

But when I woke the bed was cold and I was alone.

They lied. 

A/N: If there are readers who enjoy this let me know and I'll make a part two!

[soobnny]

eighteen — kim seungmin (teaser)

trope. best friends to lovers. college au. slow burn.

synopsis. it takes you a while to realize being known is being loved, and kim seungmin just so happens to be an expert in the study of you.

est. word count: 19-21k words

release date: within march

warnings. just extreme slow burn. some curse words here and there. sexual jokes

taglist. open (send an ask to be added)

note. i have seungmin stuck on the brain and i’m afraid he might never leave unless i write a completely self indulgent fic about him. thank u to ten for the prettiest header i adore u

The next time Kim Seungmin blows up your notifications is after you’ve just finished your last class of the week.

He’s already waiting for you outside your building, leaning against a lamp post and scrolling through dog videos on Tiktok with a few quokka appearances.

The algorithm confuses Seungmin in that it’s so fast to pick up the videos you’ve liked – even if it was just one. He’s pretty sure he’s only getting these rather abundant quokka videos because Jisung had borrowed his phone once and probably liked a Tiktok. Now it’s everywhere to the point that Seungmin could probably tell you at least 5 facts about them.

He’s been standing there for a good 10 minutes now. He has given up on texting you to ask when your classes end (he reasons your professor must have overtime again), instead just adding a shit ton of videos to his “dog” collection on Tiktok.

When you exit the building with some of your blockmates, you feel your heartbeat pick up its pace at the sight of Seungmin in his oversized gray Dodgers hoodie (one of your personal favorites to steal) and some light washed pants with his cute smile and messy hair.

He looks a little embarrassed, as if he wants the earth to swallow him up right then and there. You suppose it’s because he’s been standing there awkwardly, having to look at people in the passing while waiting for you.

Once you appear though, the embarrassment fizzles away and Seungmin is making his way towards you with his hands buried deep in the pockets of his hoodie.

“One more overtime and I’m gonna have to report that professor.”

“You’re just saying that cause you’re impatient and you hate having to wait for five minutes.”

“10 minutes. I waited ten minutes today.” You laugh at the boy, attention wavering when your friends bid their goodbyes to you and Seungmin. You wave politely, and Seungmin mimics you, smiling sheepishly and waving back.

You know they’re tripping over themselves after Seungmin smiles and waves back at them. You’ve been told multiple times by your blockmates that your best friend looks like a walking dream – the campus crush from the International Law and Legal Studies building.

You don’t disagree, it’s not exactly like you were blind. Every time you’d walk with Seungmin anywhere, he was bound to get some attention from the people around you.

There are multiple admirers lining up for your best friend, shaking as they make their way up to him just to say ‘hi’ or purposely standing near him during college events. It also doesn’t help that his whole friend group were the campus crush from their respective majors.

Too bad for your blockmates and the multiple people lining up willing to donate their kidneys though. Seungmin doesn’t care much about anything and anyone outside his carefully selected circle.

He’s polite, smiling back and waving and holding small conversations but there’s always a hint of disinterest when they’d try to keep the conversation longer than he’d like. He isn’t stupid and knows there’s always an ulterior motive to get with him. He knows how easy it is to mistake politeness for interest.

“Come on, I want coffee.” How demonic is it to have a friend who’s convinced he’s Bill Gates’ son with the amount of times he’s asked you to eat out.

Seungmin pushes you forward by placing a hand on the small of your back, his other hand clutching his messenger bag, guiding you to walk ahead along the sidewalks of your university.

He makes sure you’re on the safer side of the road, bumping you to move to the side.

You stop in your tracks, shaking your head at the boy and he looks at you with utter confusion. “I’m not coming with you to buy overpriced coffee. I’ve used up all my allowance for the week.”

“Waited for you for ten minutes just to be rejected. Ouch.”

“Sucks to be you.”

You’re about to say your goodbye to your best friend, heels shifting to walk the other way when his hand easily wraps around your wrist, pulling you back to where he’s stood. You slap his hand away, pointing an accusatory finger at his direction. “You are not gonna convince me. Not again.”

Screw him and his large hands and how easy it is for him to maneuver them back around your wrist to keep you in place. “I’ll pay, just come with me.”

You surrender in an instant. Who were you to pass on free coffee?

Seungmin smiles victoriously when you start walking by his side again before his face falls in a pout, going off in a tangent about how you’re only willing to hangout with him if he’s paying and how he’s too young to be your sugar daddy.

You sigh in relief when you reach the campus coffee shop, the strong aroma of coffee immediately filling your senses as Seungmin breathes out in delight.

Going straight to the counter, he orders himself an Iced Americano before turning to look at you. “Just the usual?” You nod your head, moving away to find a seat for the both of you.

Every time you’re in a coffee shop (which is, a lot), you’re reminded of the first time you met Seungmin.

He was working part time at a coffee shop, trying to save some money for college and you were merely a customer. He had accidentally knocked the - thankfully, cold - coffee all over you. In compensation, he begs for your order again so he could make it for free.

He still knows your coffee order by heart up until today.

Taking both of your orders, Seungmin moves to settle back to wherever you’re seated when he spots Jisung and Changbin sitting at your table as well.

He should’ve known they’d be here today – they practically lived on coffee. Seungmin supposes this is what double majoring in Music Management and with Music Theory and Composition looks like.

“Not you two again.” Seungmin fakes exasperation, standing by Jisung who’s seated next to you before shooing him away, claiming that Jisung was in his spot. Jisung simply smirks knowingly before shuffling towards the seat next to Changbin.

“So, I have a funny story.” When Changbin speaks up, Jisung is quick to clasp a hand over his mouth.

“We don’t have a funny story.” He counters Changbin’s claim pointedly, shaking his head and glaring at his best friend.

But who could open up a topic and not proceed around Seungmin? He’ll pull up every piece of blackmail he has on his phone, appropriately labeled “to use against friends” and start threatening you. Absolutely no one can escape Seungmin, and that’s how you find Changbin telling the story of how someone had kissed Jisung and when she pulled away, all he did was say “thank you”.

“Who says that after kissing someone?” Your laughter triggers a smile on Seungmin’s face, too busy observing you to make fun of Jisung. He’ll save that for later when you walk home together. For now, the sight of you laughing is too enchanting to look away from.

Jisung, on the other hand, ignores your question. He’s already embarrassed enough.

“I don’t know! I was nervous! My brain doesn’t work sometimes, you know?” Jisung’s running his hand through his hair in frustration, desperately trying to defend himself, hands moving inanimately while speaking.

“Your brain doesn’t work all the time.” Seungmin retorts and the boy pouts at his younger friend.

“Can we talk about something else?”

You, in fact, do not talk about anything else much to Jisung’s dismay. On your way back home, Changbin brings it up again after jokingly kissing Jisung’s cheek and saying “thank you” right after.

A heavy arm swings around your shoulder, Seungmin pulling you towards him as he lets his other friends be with their teasing. You look up at your best friend, shifting your attention back to the ground when you meet his gaze.

You’re walking slightly ahead of the two boys, and Seungmin’s just asking you how your day was. He always does this. Every time he walks you back to your building, he’d always ask how your day went.

This might have stemmed from your first and only huge argument – when you kept your feelings to yourself because you didn’t want to be a bother to him. Seungmin’s made sure to create a comfortable space for you to vent to him ever since.

When you talk, Seungmin listens attentively. You don’t know if you love or hate it. It’s a little difficult to recount what happened in your day when he’s looking at you like that. Seungmin may tease you a lot, but you know he cares a lot and one of his ways of showing that is by listening to you.

Your quiet conversation is cut short when the two boys catch up with you, Jisung’s eyes narrow at Seungmin while he walks backward so he’s in front of Seungmin. “How come you like touching (name) and not us?”

“Don’t say it like that, you sound like a perv.” Changbin smacks the back of his head and Jisung giggles when his choice of words dawn on him.

“Sorry. I mean, how come you’re not disgusted to initiate physical contact with her! What about me?”

(Because I like her, Seungmin thinks but doesn’t actually say).

Instead, Seungmin smirks, keeping his arm around you before teasing his older friend. “Aw, is our Jisung getting jealous? Don’t worry, I’ll hold your hand once we drop (name) off.”

“Actually?” Jisung beams at what Seungmin says and he halts his steps, instead walking forward with his hand outstretched towards where Seungmin’s standing.

“No, fuck off! I was kidding!” You laugh when Seungmin detaches himself from you so he can properly run away from Jisung who’s desperate to hold the young boy’s hand.

It’s in moments like these, when the feeling of his arm around your shoulder still lingers, and Jisung’s words echo in your head (why does he only hold you?), and Changbin’s nudging your side knowingly, that makes you think.

Could you possibly mean something more to Seungmin? The way that he means to you?

[soombee]

🫂 ｡ﾟ⊹ you’ve built a home in my heart — 01. microwaved strawberries...?

:: u got up at 2 am to get some snacks at the convenience store down the street. for your inconvenience, you quietly opened the door to meet a peculiar sight, someone trying to sleep on the floor across the hallway because their roommate has their gf over .. ?

warnings ⚠️ none !!

word count : 700 / 0.7k words !!

incheon, 2:53 am

“ahh im so hungry,” you grab your keys and wallet from your vanity, “i wonder what seven eleven has rn..”

this hunger pierced through your stomach, it was a craving that refused to be ignored, demanding immediate attention. you walked over to the living area to find hyunjin laying on his stomach, watching a new episode of the kdrama he’s been binging throughout the week.

“oh yeah, which filling did u want in the riceball?” you remembered his reply under your tweet

“salmon or tempura’s good, thank u love” he muttered, still focusing on the tv screen

— the nickname “love” sure is a charming term of endearment, especially coming from your childhood bsf.

“do u want me to go with u? its like pitch black outside” the blond shifted his attention onto you

“no, ill be fine, thank u tho”

“alright then, be safe” he reverted his attention back to the screen, “i dont wanna sleep hungry tonight” he says in a teasing tone

“whateverr, dont blame me if u see a bite out of your onigiri” your giggles filled the room.

you turned the doorknob and walked over to the elevator. as u neared your destination, a flicker of movement caught the corner of your eye and your curiosity piqued. you stopped in your tracks and turned toward the source of the movement. and there they were, sprawled across the rough carpet flooring of the hallway, was an uncomfy stranger, his features softened by the dim glow of the hallway lights.

“what the..” you mumbled with confusion mixed with concern, “are you alright?” you voiced, extending a hand in an offer of assistance. he blinked up at you, a mixture of exhaustion and horror reflected in his eyes.

“oh, shit, i didnt think anyone would be awake rn,” he quickly sat up, “my bad, im not homeless or anything. my roomate js has his gf over and i did not wanna third wheel..” the handsome stranger explained with weariness

a moment of silence passed between you two. in that fleeting moment, you made a decision fueled by empathy and a tinge of adventure. “well, how about.. ” you proposed, a smile creeping upon your lips. “instead of the rough, ugly floor, you sleep at my place tonight? im sure my roommate wouldnt mind”

“forreal??” his tired eyes looked up at yours.

“duh, i cant let you sleep out here, what if u get abducted??” you couldn’t let his pretty face touch the dirty ground..

“alright then, where are you going rn?” he took your hand as support to stand up, he was quite tall..

“just the store down the street, wanna come with?” now you looked up at his head.

“yeah, my treat tho, as a thank you”

4:42 am

“oohh wait” riki rummages thru the tote bag 7eleven gave you, he pulls out the pack of strawberries he bought. he approached the microwave, “do you want some?” he turned around to ask you

“depends, what are u gonna do with thrm?” you tilted your head in confusion

riki places the strawberries in a bowl and washes them thoroughly. “microwave them” you squinted your eyes and let your eyebrows frown

“microwaved strawberries…?” you were star struck, he left you speechless

“yup” with a smile, he carefully placed the bowl of red strawberries inside and set the timer. as the microwave hummed to life, riki leaned against the counter, eagerly waiting for the warm strawberries that awaited him. the soft whirring grew louder, and he watched through the transparent window, gently warming the strawberries and releasing their sweet fragrance.

“at least try it before u judge me” riki turned around with a bowl of microwaved strawberries placed in his hands, “come try some”

you got up and walked over to him. u stood in front of the microwave, the bowl of freshly microwaved strawberries in rikis palms, and skepticism + excitement settled within u. u took a strawberry from the bowl and bit a piece off, a burst of unexpected flavors met your mouth. the warmth intensified the strawberry’s sweetness and released an enchanting aroma, it almost smelled like your perfume. it was definitely a delightful surprise.

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