#stoner stray kids

[skzfairyyydreamz]

Random texts w/Stoner!bfFelix🍃

genre: Smau, bf!felix, crack/humor

warnings: mentions of smoking, cannabis usage, cussing, Mentions of anxiety/panic attacks, the tiniest bit of suggestive

a/n: in no way shape or form am i insinuating or implying that felix smokes or does any form of dr*g use. But as a stoner myself and not seeing many themes like this on tumblr i thought it would be fun to self indulge a bit so i hope you enjoy this silly little story ( and those to come in the future 😉) taglist & requests are open m.Lists

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taglist: @hanniemylovelyquokka @milknhoneyracha @tinyelfperson @jiisungllvr @turtledove824 @laylasbunbunny @armystay89 @eclipsemina

buy me a coffee?

[skzfairyyydreamz]

i was thinking about this a few days ago! i might actually just self indulge and write a few myself. The thought of Stoner!idols are just too hot&relatable! 🥴

Yo, we need more stoner!K-pop imagines/drabbles/reactions, like? Cmon? Some stoners like myself like reading this stuff

[seungmonggg]

STONER!FELIX

Stoner!Felix that loves to invite you over to chill and puff a little. Texting you randomly to pick you up.

Stoner!Felix thats known you since kindergarten, always having had a soft spot for you and your cute smile.

Stoner!Felix that gets incredibly horny as soon as the weed clouds his senses and all he sees and smells and hears is you you you.

Stoner!Felix that can‘t keep his hands to himself anymore after you confess to having had a crush on him since high school.

Stoner!Felix that finger fucks you into oblivion on the old couch he has in his living room, moaning with you as you cum again and again on his fingers.

Stoner!Felix that fucks you into his couch after making you cum countless times. Whispering about how fucking good your pussy is for him.

Stoner!Felix who’s moans get raspier the closer he gets, groaning into your ear that he‘s gonna cum inside ‚to mark his territory‘.

Stoner!Felix that lays with you in his arms after having the best sex of your lives, lighting up another blunt for you two.

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I CAN‘T SKAHEVFKXH.

!!Send in asks/drabbles!!

[minhosbitterriver]

hi it’s 👽 i saw that you wrote about a reader that smokes weed in your felix oneshot and i was just wondering what type of potheads you think skz members would be

POTHEADS — stray kids

스트레이 키즈 ⨳ genre/s: headcanons (?) ⨳ warnings: obviously the members of skz are stoners, mentions of anxiety, stress, feeling overwhelmed, let me know if i missed anything please i’m high ⨳ rating: 18+ ⨳ word count: 1.8k ⨳ summary: green decides what kind of stoners the stray kids members are. 

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🍃 방찬 — BANG CHAN. 

I feel like he started smoking weed after he heard it helped relieve anxiety and stress as well as  insomnia. He keeps a bong in his bedroom right under his bed so he can give it a few hits right before bed. Chan also seems to me like the kind of person who would walk around with a handful of neatly-rolled joints in a small tin box that also carries a lighter. It’s often that Chan would excuse himself and walk towards his car just to smoke a joint to calm his mind as soon as his anxiety started to get the better of him, and he would return to work red-eyed and freshly sprayed cologne that everyone pretended to not notice. 

When he’s high alone he almost always finds himself staring at the ceiling with a blank expression for a long while, just feeling the blissful emptiness of his own mind. He also just sleeps heavily, like sometimes he’ll be immediately knocked out after a hit of his bong or two. If he’s high while working he finds it easier to focus and really get into the zone of the most routine parts of it, and sometimes being high really helps him think better when it comes to writing. It’s mostly just a hit or miss. 

However, when he’s high along with friends, it becomes a different story entirely. He’s just so energetic, so talkative and giggly — there’s a reason he’s so popular amongst idols. He treats the world like a wonder that delights him every single time. Whatever story you tell him, it is received with great enthusiasm and it’s the very thing most like about him. 

On the downside, smoking as much as he does really causes memory loss for him, and it’s a struggle he accepts if it means a good night’s sleep. He actually did try to stay sober for at least a month and found that he hated who he became without weed since he didn’t have anything to console his anxiety or to knock him out for the night. 

🍃 리노 — LEE KNOW. 

Minho doesn’t exactly give me stoner vibes, but I do think he enjoys eating edibles (a.k.a. Felix’s brownies) every once in a while to take the edge off or to relax with the boys. If he’s feeling a little more adventurous, he’ll smoke from whatever the others are smoking from — bong, pipe, joint, whatever. Generally speaking, though, I wouldn’t consider him to be a full-blown pothead since I don’t think he’s the kind to enjoy the feeling of not being in control of his awareness often. 

Regardless of if he’s alone or not, I think he would be the kind of guy who would just eat constantly. As a matter of fact, don’t even talk to him if you don’t have something to feed him. It’s ridiculous, honestly. When he is eating, though, he’s so giggly. Jokes that he wouldn’t laugh at, he finds to be the funniest damn thing in the world — just no thought process going on, just giggles. 

🍃 창빈 — CHANGBIN. 

Changbin started smoking as a teenager and this is a hill I’m willing to die on even though there’s literally nothing that I could say to justify this opinion — I can just picture him sneaking out of the house and school to smoke joints with his buddies and then enjoying the nauseous thrill of getting away with it when he’d return to where he’s supposed to be. I think this might be when he discovered his passion for rapping, I think he was goofing around with his friends singing and rapped a little too well. He probably became curious about it and started doing research and trying to write some verses for himself. 

Perhaps he tried to quit around the time of his debut, though, since he wanted to remain sober and sharp during this extremely crucial period of his career. He did so well for a long time, you’d never tell he used to get high all the time back in his teenage years. But then he recognized the familiar scent of weed in the dormitories with the other members and quickly found out it was because of Chan — that was enough for him to return to his old ways, his leader was doing it while being the company’s golden child. 

Presently, I believe Changbin only smokes out of a bong. He’s at that point in life where he doesn’t really care about leaving something so obviously related to weed out in his room, so he keeps it in the bathroom cabinet that he uses by himself in his own apartment. There’s not a moment he’s home but not high, it’s the first thing he does when he wakes up, comes back home, and goes to sleep. That bong is always packed, and he genuinely loves it that way. It just makes him feel like he’s traveled back to the days he was young and naive, writing only for himself and rapping in exchange for the laughter of his friends. 

While high, he’d also feel starved all the time. It’s not uncommon for him to be eating so much after getting high — which explains the constant jokes the other members make about him loving to eat so much, he’s always high. He’s also very loud and giggly, and just loves making other people laugh. However, if you catch him alone, he’d likely rope into you a very intense conversation in which you confess your darkest thoughts and feelings though he never judges and keeps it to himself. 

🍃 현진 — HYUNJIN. 

Being such a devout artist and enjoyer of the arts, I wouldn’t be surprised at all if he stumbled upon like-minded people who happened to also spend time smoking weed. He’d love it from the first puff of smoke, freely allowing his mind to fog up as he melted into every tingle of his skin that seemed to follow the beat of the music playing in the distance. This would be the moment that would forever change the course of his life as he soon found himself obsessed with perfecting the art of rolling a flawless joint. 

He would often add various types of flowers into his joint just to enhance his experience. The beautiful mixture of the very different types of flowers was absolutely intoxicating, and it always inspired him with an abundance of creativity that he always spilt into either the blank canvases he’d buy in dozens or the hundreds of half-filled notebooks he collected everywhere. 

I feel like Hyunjin and Changbin would enjoy smoking together a lot. Changbin already likes having deep conversations when he’s like this, and I feel like Hyunjin would also enjoy having these types of conversations as well as the philosophical ones. And I think Hyunjin would like smoking with Felix, too, since they’d always end up listening to soft music that makes them feel like they’re levitating while describing every thought that crosses their mind. 

Sometimes he would accidentally get too high, which then causes to become very anxious. For this, he always carries various crystals in his pockets for him to fiddle with as a way to ground himself. But overall, I’d kill to smoke with him so we can be artists together and then maybe even share our works and have a whole discussion about it all. It just sounds so peaceful to me. 

🍃 한 — HAN. 

Han was encouraged by Chan to start smoking, that much I would say. He’s just so overwhelmed with anxiety, constantly feeling as though he were a cup full of water that is just about to spill over. So Chan invited him into his world of soothing serenity as he’d smoke him out for a while. Eventually Han just started getting his own pipe and his own weed. 

His memory is absolutely shot as of now, but it’s okay because he’s not so overly-conscious of the fact that he’s constantly perceived by other people so he’ll consider it a win anyway. He would constantly smell like weed, which the other members find irritating because they’d panic about someone finding out they all smoke. He just always gets a little too high and forgets that he’s not supposed to be a pothead. 

🍃 이용복 — FELIX. 

I’m not sure when exactly he would start smoking, but I do know he would be the kind of guy to mindlessly always be smoking people out when he smokes. He just enjoys having company when he’s taking the edge off, he definitely sees socializing as smoking and vice versa. It’s very rare to catch him hanging out with a friend and not smoking with them. 

Whenever he finds out about a tour or a long trip away from home for work, he’s always sure to bake some treats so he can still get high without drawing too much attention to himself with the smell. He’s just paranoid, but it’s fine. Felix also just likes bragging about his baking skills since nobody ever really tastes the usual twinge of weed, it could really pass as a normal brownie until it hits you an hour later. 

Yeah, he’s always high, I’m so certain of it, he’s just very good at hiding it. 

🍃 승민 — SEUNGMIN. 

Seungmin was probably very bewildered when he found out his members smoked weed, always watching them get high while he sat in a corner quietly. He’d be so curious to know what it felt like, but the members didn’t let him even hold a lighter before he was old enough to. That doesn’t mean he didn’t constantly irritate the members while trying to take a puff whenever they smoked together. 

As soon as he was considered an adult, he bought himself so much weed along with a brand new bong as well as a whole box of prerolls to celebrate. He did stop smoking it pretty soon after, though, because he realized the risks of damage to his throat if he continued so he now settles with the edibles. 

He’s very goofy when he’s high, too, always throwing sly jokes left and right as if his life depended on it. He just likes making others laugh since the silence feels too loud. I’d also dare say he becomes very sleepy easily as well, so he’d probably be the first to knock out in the middle of a smoking session. 

🍃 아이엔 — I.N.

Jeongin definitely had mixed feelings about his members smoking when he found out. He was raised with the very emphasized idea that smoking and doing drugs will definitely lead to your own demise so he was definitely very concerned for his members. However, everyone was very surprised when he actually asked to smoke for his birthday to celebrate his becoming an official adult — he just wanted to at least try it out before he condemned something. 

Him getting into the sticky world of potheads was probably even more surprising. Jeongin is mostly a social smoker, but sometimes he enjoys rolling very uneven joints for himself to smoke when he’s particularly overwhelmed. Overall, he’s very much quiet when high, always observing everyone else with an occasional laugh every now and then. It almost feels like he’s watching a scene from a movie, he’d say. 

posted: 06 • 30 • 2024

💬 a note from green;

This was honestly so much fun to do while stoned myself, I genuinely want to smoke with all the members of SKZ so badly. I’m also so psyched to find fellow stoner stays on here, let’s all smoke together please and thank you. Thank you so much for the request! Sending you all the love!

( 🏷️ ) permanent taglist: @agi-ppangx

[anarchist-wonderland]

This past week was another life time

[felixmadeweedbrownies]

Does anyone have stoner skz fics?

[captain-joongz]

fanfiction recommendations/my favourite reads in 2023

ot8/multiple members

♤ in the same class as ateez by @essenteez

◇ murphy's law by @atzfilm

alien!ateez, soulmate au

♧ into the aurora by @honeyhotteoks

idol!ateez x non-idol!reader

☆ inception by @remedyx

dragon!ateez, kings!ateez

♤ hotel california + paradise gardens by @mint-yooxgi

demon!ateez, yandere, supernatural au

◇ morning mist by @mint-yooxgi

dragon au, fated lovers

♧ deep down. by @seventhcallisto

a/b/o, idol au, 9th member au

☆ in love and lore by @shadowynn

demon!ateez, soulmates au, supernatural au

♤ dew drops at dawn by @sunmoonjune

demon!ateez, soulmates

◇ breed by @sanjoongie

alien!ateez, sexual experiments

♧ oh my *** by @ohmyamor

guardian angel!ateez

☆ first flight to hong kong by @byuntrash101

flight attendant!reader, kind of sex work, since reader gets paid

♤ circus by @lani-heart

hybrid!ateez, writer!journalist!reader

◇ wider by @seventhcallisto

9th member au, bf!ateez

♧ the best friend's code by @tenelkadjowrites

hongjoong, seonghwa x reader, best friends to lovers

☆ we ransacked the city by @tenelkadjowrites

hongjoong, seonghwa x reader, rich kids au, menaces to society united

♤ be the light by @written-in-flowers

seonghwa, hongjoong x reader, historical au, royalty au

◇ sex and embers and frost by @sanjoongie

dragon!seonghwa, san x bunny!reader

♧ between friends by @anyamaris

seonghwa, hongjoong x reader, best friends au

☆ my filthy boy by @potatomountain

bf!woo x reader x witch/hybrid!ateez, coven shenanigans

♤ compromise by @cyberpxnk

bf!seonghwa x reader x footballer!yunho, infidelity with a twist

◇ it's you by @holybibly

best friends to lovers, threesome

♧ sharing is caring by @ja3hwa

seonghwa, hongjoong, san x reader

☆ ateez as royals who fall for you (hyung line) + (maknae line) by @eightmakesonebraincell

♤ five for five by @bh-archive

hongjoong x san x chan x hyunjin x juyeon x reader

kim hongjoong

◇ red by @nateezfics

established relationship, public sex, bathroom sex

♧ forbidden fruit by @nateezfics

greek mythology au, hades!hongjoong

☆ deal by @hongism

roommates to lovers, sassy joong

♤ marigold by @yoongiseesawmp3

frat boy!hongjoong, best friends to lovers

◇ tell me to stop by @tenelkadjowrites

best friends to lovers

♧ declaration by @tenelkadjowrites

virgin!hongjoong, roommates to lovers

☆ shells by @last-words-ofashootingstar

mermaid!hongjoong, yandere

♤ project d by @setsugekka

exes to lovers, infidelity, racing au

◇ off the table by @setsugekka

established relationship, morning sex

♧ the dressing room by @imaginidol

idol!hongjoong, best friends to fucking (?) for "stress relief"

☆ paint me yours by @moonseonghwa

artist!hongjoong, fwb au

♤ ohmami by @bambikisss

bad boy!hongjoong, racer au (mentioned), best friends to lovers

◇ hideaway by @minisugakoobies

stoner!frat boy!hongjoong, strangers to lovers

♧ what lies beneath by @noramoons

siren!hongjoong, a little angsty but wholesome

park seonghwa

☆ better check twice by @essenteez

accidental nude au, brother's best friend!seonghwa

♤ attention by @tenelkadjowrites

camboy!seonghwa x inexperienced reader

◇ essence by @whatudowhennooneseesyou

siren!seonghwa, dark, yandere, mommy!seonghwa

♧ the thing about pretty boys by @wonusite

friends to lovers, seonghwa proving he got it

ATEEZ rec list pt.2 BTS, TxT, Stray Kids, Seventeen, NCT rec list

[aeyla]

I want to tattoo these hcs on my forehead.

hey baeee

so im def a stonerslut and im glad we have established hanji as the designated stoner of skz, maybe felix too w his special brownie recipes lol,

but i was wondering if we’ve established any other stoner hc’s for any of the other boys? one of mine is definitely hyun, mostly taking place in a college au (dare i say stoner hyunsung roommate bffs) LMAO bro def sparks up and finishes his art projects in the dead of night <33

oh felix and his special brownie recipes. i'm also a stonerslut getting stoned tonight actually and i know this has been sitting in my inbox for a while but it feels RIGHT answering it right now.

so because i'm delusional and a stoner ANYWAy. (also please please send me more stoner skz asks because i really want to write more about these) and thank to bby mayu @jyu037 for helping <3

chan who definitely smokes regular joints and is a fucking master at rolling them. has the fun coloured papers and swears to god that weed makes him make better music. he also swears it makes blowjobs better so obviously you have to give him one everytime you're both high despite the cotton mouth LOL. likes to bottom when he's high!! always cums so quickly but he just keeps going, he just wants more. not too loud, quiet little whimpers here and there.

minho who smokes in his room to destress at night and definitely ends up jerking off. when you two get together, you both hit the bong together and fuck stoned regularly and it changes your lives. he'd have a stupid little smile on his face and just be grinning at you like a freak. soft giggly sex with minho when he's high and he'd be moaning so loud like a fucking pornstar because it feels so good! hyper focused on your ass. smokes strains that make him kinda lazy so he just likes to lay there and use lots of toys on u <3

changbin who would just be so fucking sexy smoking man. like imagine him sat relaxed in a tight fitting t-shirt smoking a j? no i'm literally clenching. i can imagine him with one of those cute little pipes too and i also think changbin could be a bong man. definitely wants you on his lap when you smoke so he can put the joint to your lips and also smoke you out lol. probs shoves his hand up your skirt while you sit in his lap with that sexy little downturned smile. definitely hits it from the back while he smokes his joints and probably rolls FAT blunts too

hyunjin who yes 100% does get high and finishes his art in the middle of the night. i see hyunjin with a small little glass bong orrr a crystal pipe? and he likes to get high and finish his paintings because in the morning it's probably just a bunch of colours on the page but he swore it was a masterpiece the night before. definitely gets all giggly and blushy too! and gets extreme munchies. also high hyune who paints on you because he likes the colours. drools all over you when he fucks you high and gets so sloppy, keeps cumming inside and just can't stop fucking you

jisung who's a horny high. can't roll for shit and makes chan pack the bong for him too lol. he weirdly knows everything about every single fucking strain and would love to grow a few plants of his own just for personal use because he somehow knows everything about that too. CERTIFIED STONER. probs palms his cock unashamed in the studio when 3racha get high and chan and changbin r just used to it. if you two got high together he'd NEED to eat you out, not above begging for it and gets so pussy drunk!! if you fucked high he would cum two pumps in and not even be ashamed, groaning all "that's what good pussy does." and continues to fuck you senseless LMAOO

felix with his weed brownies yeah!! he'd probably make weed cookies too, or like little weed red velvet cupcakes?! he's so cutie. i honestly think he prefers edibles to actual joints or smoking it in general, but if changbin's got a joint going he'll steal a few tokes. maybe changbin smokes him out too lol idk (i'm going fucking crazy). likes to watch cute little cartoons and disney films when he's high and get all bundles up in blankies :( alsooo usually not horny but then he tries a strain like wedding cake and gets so hard. just starts rocking ur shit and won't stop until ur shaking and empty minded and he's still hard. it's like viagra

seungmin who is definitely a very chill stoner. definitely does it to de-stress and everytime you piss yourself laughing over something he just does a little chuckle he's not bothered. and he definitely talks about the meaning of life and conspiracy theories. meeeean sex like he's usually mean but when he's high he's so much more condescending. takes it as far as stepping on you and spitting on your face. miiiind blowing sex and then the aftercare is him asking you how you think stonehenge got there

jeongin who is confused at first but an absolute menace after you smoke him out a couple times. you teach him how to roll if not only just to watch his hands and his tongue when he does it. definitely a pre rolled joint type of guy and only rolls when he's with you because you see it as foreplay. flirty, says the nastiest fucking shit when he's high and probably fucks your throat while smoking a pre roll, maybe even finishing it when he's got you on all fours for him... (might put it out on your asscheek). so loud, sloppy, messy. when the horny subsides he's got the munchies and begs you to make him instant ramen and then probably spills it on himself and burns himself with the soup

[miupow]

스트레이 키즈 S𝒯RA𝒴 𝒦𝒾DS 𝔐AS𝒯ERL𝒾S𝒯

☆ - fluff ♡ - smut ♫ - angst ♪ - suggestive ⊹ - multi-chapter ୭ - smau

ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤminors do not interact with my 18+ works!

MUTLI/OT8

other than the bed? [hyung vers.] [maknae vers.] ♡ let it out! ♡ le sexe, je veux dire ! [hyung vers.] [maknae vers.] ♡ husband!stray kids headcanons! ♡

방찬 BANG CHAN

too big ! ♡ - boyfriend!chan

민호 LEE KNOW

strangers ♡♫ - fwb!minho

창빈 CHANGBIN

too sweet ♡ - stoner changbin , virginity loss

현진 HYUNJIN

nothing yet...

지성 HAN

santa, baby! ♡ - boyfriend!jisung

필릭스 FELIX

under the moon ♡ - demon!felix

승민 SEUNGMIN

nothing yet...

정인 JEONGIN

nothing yet...

[cybergracie]

*•.¸♡ 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕦𝕥𝕖 ♡¸.•*

part two

part one is here!

pairing: college au, stoner!hyunjin x fem!reader

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive

warnings: use of marijuana, mentions of drinking

word count: 3.7k

a/n: ahhhhh! this is a continuation of this post. this idea has been rattling around in my brain for weeks and this morning with hyunjin's ab flash, the inspiration took hold and here is the result. barely proofread, and this is my first time writing after literally a decade! any feedback would be appreciated. should i turn this into a full fic?

playlist: headhigh by doja cat, lose my breath by stray kids, what are you doing new year's eve by nancy wilson, parachute by john k

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I met Hyunjin when I started working at the campus bookstore in the fall semester of my sophomore year. My first day was a whirlwind of introductions, awkward small talk, and learning the ropes of a job I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted but desperately needed. While the girl who was training me, Chloe, was showing me around, pointing out everything from the textbook aisles to the snack rack near the register, I spotted him upstairs, rearranging art supplies. He moved with a kind of relaxed focus, his long fingers carefully setting pastel boxes into neat rows, his brows furrowed slightly in concentration.

When Chloe and I made it to the second floor, he stopped what he was doing, brushing his hands on his jeans before turning to us. His lips quirked up in a crooked smile, and he gave a polite bow that felt so at odds with his casual vibe. “Hi, I’m Hyunjin,” he said simply, his voice soft but confident.

I offered a small wave, feeling caught off guard by the intensity of his gaze. “Y/n. Nice to meet you.”

That crooked smile deepened, and he nodded before turning back to his task, but I caught him glancing back once or twice as Chloe continued the tour.

During my first shift, he lingered. Not in a way that felt intrusive—just enough that I noticed him. While Chloe walked me through counting the till and another coworker, Jisung, cracked jokes in the background, Hyunjin hovered near a rotating stand of postcards, absently spinning it as if the tiny landscapes and cityscapes held all the secrets of the universe.

“So, new blood,” Jisung said, leaning casually against the counter once Chloe finished her demonstration. The store had just opened for the day, and the morning rush hadn’t hit yet. “What are you in for?”

I cocked an eyebrow, unsure if he was addressing me or the air in general. “Excuse me?”

Chloe rolled her eyes and smacked his arm. “He means, what’s your major?”

“Oh!” I said, laughing as the tension eased. “I’m studying environmental science. With a minor in art history.”

At that, Hyunjin’s hand froze mid-spin on the postcard rack. His eyes flicked to me, his plush lips pressing into a subtle smile as if he’d just found the punchline to a joke only he understood.

“Doomed to a low-income career, I fear,” Jisung said with a mock sigh, shaking his head like a disappointed father.

Chloe slapped his arm again, harder this time. “Jisung!”

I laughed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Yeah, well I tried to major in business administration but failed my first 3 classes. I have to study something I actually give a fuck about.”

Hyunjin stepped closer then, his movements measured but deliberate, and placed his palms flat on the counter between us. His gaze met mine, and there was something so disarming about the way he looked at me, like he wasn’t just listening but understanding. “I get that,” he said, nodding. “Something you’re passionate about.”

His voice was steady, a low timbre that made my heart stutter for reasons I couldn’t explain. “I’m in art history, too,” he added, his lips curling into a smile again.

I smiled back, a little unsure but undeniably intrigued. Chloe and Jisung exchanged a glance, but I barely noticed. All I could think about was the tiny mole under Hyunjin’s eye.

Two weeks later, I was crammed into the back of an Uber with the three of them, plus Minho, Jisung’s roommate. Minho had claimed the front seat, leaving Chloe, Jisung, Hyunjin, and me to squeeze together in the back. Chloe ended up on Jisung’s lap, groaning dramatically about how we should’ve walked. Jisung, of course, responded by waggling his eyebrows at her, earning an exasperated shove.

The car was a chaotic blend of giggles, snorts, and half-finished stories. Chloe and I had spent the last hour pregaming while getting ready, and the buzz from cheap vodka shots made everything feel light and a little blurry around the edges. I sat in the middle, squished between Hyunjin and Jisung, and despite the noise and movement, I was hyperaware of him.

At one point, Hyunjin leaned over, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he gestured toward Chloe, Jisung, and Minho. “They’re my favorite throuple,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.

I slapped my hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh, my shoulders shaking as I glanced between the three of them, then back at him. “You’re terrible,” I whispered, but I couldn’t stop smiling.

He shrugged, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You laughed.”

I couldn’t deny it. And as the car turned a corner, jolting us slightly closer, I swore I felt the heat radiating from him where our sides pressed together. I told myself it was the alcohol, the cramped space, but deep down, I knew better.

That night, in the dim glow of the bar’s neon lights, Hyunjin stuck close to me. Whether it was helping me navigate the crowd to get drinks or standing just a little too close during conversations, he was there, steady and warm. By the end of the night, I realized I didn’t mind one bit.

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By the middle of November, I had become a part of the group. The night was cool, the kind of autumn evening where you could see your breath if you exhaled just right. Chloe had insisted we all hang out at her off-campus apartment for the first “official” gathering of the semester. Jisung had commandeered the Bluetooth speaker, cycling through his usual chaotic playlist, while Minho lounged on the couch with a bowl of popcorn he claimed was only for him.

Chloe was flitting around, handing out drinks and snacks, her energy uncontainable as she teased Jisung about his music choices. “This is not party vibes, Ji,” she said, her voice dripping with mock disgust.

“It’s indie cool,” Jisung countered, holding his ground.

“It’s just noise,” Minho muttered, tossing a piece of popcorn at him.

I laughed from where I was sitting cross-legged on the floor beside Hyunjin. The dim lighting from the string lights gave the room a cozy glow, but my attention kept drifting to him. His knee bumped mine occasionally, a casual touch that sent little sparks down my spine every time.

Hyunjin’s roommate, Chan, arrived late, bursting through the door with a lopsided grin and a smell that betrayed his pregame activities. “I brought snacks,” he announced, holding up a box of gas station donuts like it was a treasure chest.

“Finally, someone with priorities,” Minho said, grabbing a donut before Chan even made it to the kitchen.

As the evening settled into its rhythm, Chan pulled a sleek, black grinder from his bag, along with a few pre-rolled joints. He held one up like an offering. “Who’s in?”

Chloe shook her head immediately. “Not tonight. I have a shift in the morning.”

“Same,” Jisung said, though the grin on his face suggested he’d stay up late anyway.

“I’m good,” Minho said, popping another piece of popcorn into his mouth.

That left Hyunjin, me, and Chan. Hyunjin glanced at me, his lips curving into a playful smirk. “You down?”

I hesitated for a second, the familiar nervous buzz of trying something new hitting me. “I mean… yeah, why not?”

Chan chuckled as he held up the joint. “First time?”

“Yeah,” I admitted, glancing at Hyunjin, who was already reaching for a lighter.

“Don’t worry,” Chan said, leaning back into the couch and expertly lighting the joint. “You’re in good hands.”

Hyunjin shifted closer to me as Chan took the first hit, blowing out a smooth cloud of smoke before passing it to Hyunjin. He took it with practiced ease, the flickering flame of the lighter casting soft shadows across his face as he inhaled. The moment he exhaled, he handed it to me, his fingers brushing mine for just a second.

“You’ll cough,” he said, his tone light but teasing. “But it’s part of the fun.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “I’ll be fine.”

“Sure you will.” His grin was infuriatingly charming.

I took the joint, holding it awkwardly between my fingers. I mimicked what I’d seen them do—bringing it to my lips, inhaling slowly. The burn hit immediately, and I couldn’t hold back the cough that tore through me.

“See?” Hyunjin said, laughing softly as he patted my back.

“Shut up,” I rasped, my eyes watering as I handed it back to Chan.

Chan gave me an approving nod. “You survived. That’s step one.”

The joint made its rounds again, and by the time it came back to me, the room felt softer, like the edges had been smudged with charcoal. I took another cautious hit, coughing less this time, and leaned back against the couch. Hyunjin sat beside me now, his arm draped over the back of the cushions, his head tilted as he watched me.

“How’re you feeling?” he asked, his voice warm and low.

“Good,” I said, the word coming out slower than I intended. “Really good.”

“You’re smiling a lot,” he pointed out, his own grin matching mine.

“Am I?” I asked, touching my cheeks self-consciously.

“Yeah,” he said softly, his eyes lingering on me. “It’s cute.”

Chan broke the moment by passing the joint back to Hyunjin. “You two are adorable,” he said with a knowing smirk. “Couple vibes for sure.”

I felt my face heat, but Hyunjin just laughed, a low, easy sound that made my chest feel light. “You’re too high to be making assumptions, Chan.”

“Am I?” Chan quipped, leaning back and crossing his arms. “Or am I just observant?”

Chloe and Jisung, who had been watching a ridiculous TikTok video on the other side of the room, suddenly burst into laughter. “What did we miss?” Jisung asked, looking between us.

“Nothing,” Hyunjin said quickly, shooting a glare at Chan.

The night dissolved into more laughter and teasing, the haze of smoke curling through the air as the playlist shifted to something softer, more melodic. At some point, Hyunjin leaned closer, his shoulder pressing against mine.

“Next time, we’ll smoke alone,” he whispered, his voice low enough that only I could hear.

I turned to him, my thoughts hazy but warm, and nodded. “Deal.”

For the rest of the night, his presence felt like a steady hum beside me, grounding me even as the world tilted and blurred in the best way possible.

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Getting high with Hyunjin quickly became the highlight of my weeks. Despite his promise that we’d smoke alone next time, Chan’s presence was a given—he was Hyunjin’s roommate and dealer, after all. But I didn’t mind. Chan had a calming presence, an older-brother vibe with just enough chaos to make him fun, and Jisung often tagged along, too. What started as casual hangouts became a routine, one I looked forward to as much as my favorite art history lectures.

It felt like a dream to be part of such a warm, welcoming group after the isolation of my freshman year. Back then, my days had been a blur of late-night cramming sessions and anxiety-filled mornings. Failing my first three business administration classes during my first semester had shaken me to my core, leaving me questioning everything about myself. By the time spring rolled around, I was barely scraping by, clutching onto passing grades as though they were my lifeline.

But that semester had also been the turning point. Art history—a class I had added on a whim to fill my schedule—lit a spark in me I didn’t know I had. I spent hours pouring over slides of Renaissance paintings and Impressionist masterpieces, getting lost in brushstrokes and color theory. Biology had been another unexpected success. When I saw my final grades—a surprising A in both classes—I knew something had to change.

By summer, I’d decided to leave business behind, switching my major to environmental science and tacking on a minor in art history. For the first time in a year, my schedule felt like a reflection of who I wanted to be, not who I thought I had to be. It was my mom who suggested I find a job on campus. “You’ll meet people,” she said, “and maybe it’ll make school feel a little less lonely.”

She was right. I could never have imagined, sitting in my room and filling out that online application for the campus bookstore, that months later I’d be celebrating the new year in a haze of smoke and laughter. A joint between my lips, red solo cups clinking against each other, Hyunjin’s arm draped casually over my shoulder as we drunkenly sang “Auld Lang Syne.”

That night, Chan had brought his date, Amanda, a bubbly pre-med student with an infectious laugh. They spent most of the evening sitting on the couch, passing a joint back and forth in between playful kisses. I couldn’t help but glance at them a few times—there was something intimate and mesmerizing about the way Chan leaned close to Amanda, blowing smoke into her mouth before sealing it with a kiss.

Hyunjin noticed. Of course he noticed. He always seemed to pick up on the small things, like the way my gaze lingered a little too long or the blush that crept up my neck when he caught me staring.

As the countdown to midnight began, Hyunjin quietly took the joint from my lips, his movements smooth and deliberate. The lighter flickered in his hand, casting his face in a warm, golden glow as he lit it and took a deep inhale. He gestured for me to follow him, leading me to a quieter corner of the room. My back pressed gently against the wall as he stopped in front of me, close enough that I could smell the faint citrus of his cologne beneath the haze of weed smoke.

“Did you want to try that?” he asked softly, nodding toward Chan and Amanda, who were sharing another smoky kiss on the couch.

I blinked up at him, my mouth suddenly dry. His voice was low, almost teasing, but there was a gentleness to it that made me feel safe, even as my heart thudded violently in my chest. I swallowed hard, the alcohol buzzing in my veins giving me the courage to nod. “Yeah,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

“10, 9, 8…”

The countdown swelled around us, but all I could hear was my pulse hammering in my ears. Hyunjin’s cheeks were flushed pink, whether from the warmth of the room or what he was about to do, I couldn’t tell. He held my gaze as he brought the joint to his lips, the end burning a bright orange as he inhaled deeply.

“7, 6, 5, 4…”

He moved the joint away, holding it loosely in one hand as he leaned closer, his other hand bracing against the wall beside my head. The air between us felt electric, every nerve in my body alive with anticipation. “Just inhale,” he murmured, his voice soft but steady, his dark eyes flickering to my parted lips.

“3, 2, 1…”

He exhaled slowly, a steady stream of smoke escaping his mouth. My instincts took over, and I leaned in, inhaling the smoke as it drifted between us. My eyes stayed locked on his, on the mole beneath his eye, the world around us fading into a blur of warmth and color. The smoke filled my lungs, and before I could think too hard about what was happening, his lips brushed against mine, soft and tentative.

“Happy New Year!”

The room erupted in cheers, but I barely registered the noise. His kiss deepened, slow and unhurried, his hand sliding from the wall to rest lightly on my hip. My head spun, a mix of weed, alcohol, and the sheer sensation of him.

Then reality hit—my lungs were still full of smoke. I pulled back suddenly, turning my head as a coughing fit overtook me. For a split second, he froze, his face a mix of confusion and concern, until I started laughing between coughs.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his lips quirking into a grin.

“Yeah,” I managed, wiping a tear from my cheek as the coughing subsided. “I’m fine. Sorry, I just—”

He cut me off with a laugh of his own, his hand brushing against mine. “First time for everything,” he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled at me.

We stood there for a moment, grinning at each other like fools, before the noise of the room pulled us back. He grabbed my hand, tugging me toward the center of the room where our friends were exchanging hugs and shouting well-wishes for the new year.

As Jisung threw an arm around both of us, pulling us into a chaotic group hug, I glanced at Hyunjin, his cheeks still pink, his smile brighter than any firework. And in that moment, I knew—this was exactly where I was meant to be.

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The next weekend, I found myself back at Chan’s place, indulging in one last hurrah before classes started again. The cozy apartment was alive with music and laughter, the air thick with the familiar haze of weed. Chan had proudly brought out the bong that Hyunjin had gifted him for Christmas—a sleek, emerald-green piece that caught the light beautifully—and after my very first hit, I ended up in the kitchen with the pretty boy from the art section.

Our hands were intertwined, his larger one enveloping mine, resting on my lap as I perched on the counter. There was something so easy, so natural about the way he stood close, his free hand tapping absently against the counter’s edge, his soft gaze fixed on mine.

“Stay here for a while,” he murmured, his voice low and inviting. “Just you and me.”

He had to know by now there was no place I’d rather be, right?

“Okay,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the muffled music and chatter from the living room.

I turned his hand in mine, placing his warm palm against my thigh, just above my knee, and reached for his cheek with my other hand. He straightened up at the touch, his expression shifting as he stepped between my dangling legs, bringing us closer. His cheeks flushed a soft pink under the dim kitchen light, and I felt the warmth of his skin bloom under my fingertips.

He smiled—gentle as always—but his eyes turned deeper, darker, brimming with something unspoken. The weight of his gaze made my arms feel weak, and my hand dropped from his cheek to rest on his shoulder. Slowly, I let it trail down his arm until his other hand instinctively found the curve of my hip.

“I think about you all the time,” he said suddenly, the words spilling out like he’d been holding them back for too long. He nibbled on the inside of his lip, watching me closely. “Did you know that?”

My heart stuttered in my chest, my cheeks burning hotter than ever. Words felt useless, so instead, I scooted closer to the edge of the counter, pressing my heels against the cabinets below to close the distance between us. My eyes darted between his hazy, half-lidded gaze and his soft, parted lips.

“I dream about you every night,” I admitted, my voice trembling but sure. My hands twitched as they slid up and down his forearms, only to fall away and find their place on his waist, gripping the sides of his soft, long-sleeve shirt like it was the only thing grounding me.

Hyunjin shuddered, his breath hitching. He slid his hand from my knee up my thigh, gripping my other hip as he pulled me even closer. His lips found mine for the second time, the kiss cautious but firmer now, more certain. The faint taste of weed and the cool temperature from the water bottle lingered on his mouth, and I melted into him, clutching his shirt tighter. A tiny whimper escaped me before I could stop it, and I felt him respond immediately—his fingers dug deeper into my hips, his body leaning closer until I could feel the thud of his heart against mine.

But just as the kiss deepened, he pulled back, his hands trembling slightly where they rested on my hips. His face was flushed, his lips glistening, and his words tumbled out in a rush.

“Do you wanna go out with me?” he blurted, his voice quick and nervous, like he’d forgotten he’d been holding onto the thought all night. “I mean—like, I meant to ask you earlier. I just…” He laughed nervously, his thumbs hooking into the belt loops of my jeans, fidgeting as he rambled on. “I thought maybe we could go to the art museum. They’re doing this post-impressionism exhibit, and I know you said you were taking the class on Van Gogh, so I thought maybe it’d be cool, you know? If you wanted to—”

I cut him off with another kiss, laughing softly against his lips.

“Hyunnie,” I giggled, pulling back just enough to meet his wide, startled eyes. “Of course, I’ll go out with you.”

His expression softened immediately, his beautiful pink lips curling into the kind of smile that made my stomach flip. For a moment, he just looked at me like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice quieter now, his hands steadying themselves on my hips.

“Yeah,” I said, leaning forward to rest my forehead against his. “I’d love to.”

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he let out a soft, almost disbelieving laugh, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe his luck.

“Cool,” he whispered, and then, with a surge of confidence, he kissed me again—this time with no hesitation.

In the other room, Chan’s voice rang out, laughing over some joke Jisung had cracked. But in the kitchen, it was just us, Hyunjin’s arms wrapping securely around me as I held onto him like I’d finally found something—or someone—worth holding onto.

[anarchist-wonderland]

[chans1aptop]

EXACTLY

post smoke sesh in need of han jisunggggggg

thinking about how ji would love to get high with his s/o. I just imagine him loving how much more intensified the pleasure you give him is, and how much more intensified the pleasure he gives YOU is…. ughhh slow messy intense high sex with ji I think I’m gonna #explode

Me seeing this at the absolute perfect timing because I may or may not have started writing about stoned Hanji today 👀

PLEASE it would absolutely change your life, the way he’d be extra attentive to your pleasure and every little touch or kiss would be so intensified… he’d like it messy too, letting himself go completely with you while you’re both a little fucked out from the pleasure and the weed. Lots of sloppy tongue kissing and his fingers prodding desperately into your sopping pussy, almost cums his fucking pants when you palm him over his clothes and begs you to suck his dick. But everything is patient and pleasant and it would just go on for hours. Would definitely become a planned thing between the two of you, taking days off just to smoke and fuck allllll day long. Followed by bags of greasy takeout food and movies in bed. Please I need him you guys. Please. 😵‍💫

[secretsecretbunny]

Just friends: stray kids smau.

Get to know the characters/story set up.

pairing: lee minho x f!reader - roommate!skz.

genre: fluff, angst, smau, (maybe smut in the future idk yet, may have written parts as well) roommates au.

notes/set up: boys are non idols, but some still do music/dance + other jobs. they all live together in a big ass house that's owned by richboy!felix's family. chan, minho, changbin, and y/n were college friends. chan and felix are cousins. felix, hyunjin, han, seungmin, and innie were college friends. literally all college dropouts which is what they all bonded over. ended up living together by association basically. chan, bin, and han are still 3racha, and are known, just not famous.

↓about them↓

chan: nicknames- channie, dad, pops, paparacha, sometimes gets called chris but usually only when someone's mad/serious. producer for social media musicians/small time musicians, and 3racha. almost always at the studio. group dad. supportive, sweet, helpful, responsible, overworker, protective, peace keeper. loves his friends more than anything, also loves music, romcoms, running/jogging, working out with changbin. well off but not super rich.

minho: nicknames- min, catboy, grumpy, twinkle toes, dancing queen, loverboy, hoe. choreographer/dance instructor. cold on the outside, squishy in the middle. doesn't express his feelings well, but tends to be softer around y/n. loves cats, movie nights, night walks/drives, and true crime podcasts. social weed smoker and drinker. hardworker, sarcastic, flirty, funny, makes inappropriate jokes. he likes to pretend he doesn't care, but secretly does.

changbin: nicknames- binnie, bin, binbo, crybaby, muscle man, beefcake. personal trainer, duh. loud. straight up himbo. his appearance scares people but he's protective, kind, caring, and will cry at cute things/when he's happy. absolutely loves cute things, y/n's cooking, cheesy TV dramas, rapping, working out, and affection. all around soft boy until you piss him off.

hyunjin: nicknames- hyune, hyunnie bun, jinnie, gorgeous, rapunzel, punzie, bob ross. he's rich. also sells his art. sarcastic, blunt, artistic, boujie, addicted to shopping. also likes to pretend he doesn't care, but probably cares too much. loves painting, drawing, and being lazy with his friends. a little in love with felix, no one can tell if he's serious or not. will absolutely start painting on the walls, floors, or ceilings just because he can. everyone loves it though.

jisung: nicknames- hanji, ji, hannie, babygirl, smokeshow, bud, han yolo. does random odd jobs and makes a suspicious amount of money from it + sometimes streams with felix. stoner, great friend, supportive, anxious, hyper, has mad adhd, loves anime, rapping, and sweets. he's a little weird but in a good and cute way. loves sharing his weed with his friends. also loud.

felix: nicknames- lixie, lix, pixie, sunshine, golden boy, richy rich, brownie boy, angel. also just rich, part time streamer. literally sunshine ofc. social butterfly. always trying to drag y/n or one of the boys somewhere. sweet, generous, kind, happy, excitable, loves cute things, baking, video games, and also anime. him and ji bond over it.

seungmin: nicknames- seungminnie, minnie, puppy, bitch, dickhead, devil. luxury dog walker (started his own dog walking business). sarcastic, sometimes rude, easily annoyed, but overall a great friend. likes dogs more than people. protective af but tries to hide it. will 100% shut off his rude and sarcastic comments if his friends really need him. loves pranks, coffee, singing, writing, and scary movies.

jeongin: nicknames- innie, in, babyboy, coffee boy, bigmouth. barista at a fancy coffee shop. wants to make his own money and not live off of his wealthy parents. sweet, kind, generous, can be sarcastic when he wants to be. loves animals, coffee, video games, asmr, and singing. can't keep a secret to save his life. plays innocent but is definitely not. once smoked weed and and cried because he couldn't remember how to make a latte. never smoked again. he's the only one of the boys who calls y/n noona.

y/n: nicknames- bug, bubs, princess, tiny, sweetheart, pretty, feisty, attitude, noona. has lots of secrets and trauma. no one knows what she does for work. she refuses to tell the boys and any time they have tried to find out she catches on and puts a stop to it. they just know she's getting paid well. sweet, kind, funny, people pleaser, messy. has an attitude sometimes and can hold a grudge. when in a fight or flight situation it's 50/50. she'll either punch you in the face or run so far her legs turn to jelly. acts confident and bold: isn't. just a great actress. gets sad often but pretends she's not. loves cooking, ghibli movies, plants/flowers, cuddling, fire, and her friends. hates her family. smokes with ji a lot but is a social drinker. she grew up really poor so she tends to get anxious about spending money/people spending money on her. 100% gets princess treatment regardless.

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[ellaak]

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[suzieloveships]

This is only going to make sense to people that are as insane as I am.

And no I will not eleborate

Hannigram is a father,

Loustat is a mother,

Villaneve is an older sister, but like much older, like she moved to college already,

Rhaenicent is a second oldest,

Tomgreg and Tomshiv are the twins,

Jackieshauna is the baby sister,

Devil's minion is an uncle from mom side,

Gotham!Riddlebird is an aunt from dad side (I have to be specific because last time I check their relationship in the comics was much healthier),

Dreleanor (Do Revenge) is a cousin that only visit during holidays,

Chiffany (Chucky doll) is nosey neighbor,

LeexMaren (Bones and All) is that local stoner everyone knows

The throuple from Challengers is that rude lady no one like because she is really mean to everyone but who deep down is just really lonely

Other ships from Yellowjackets are little sister friends that are always in the house

LEGO!Batjokes is that annoying kid that pranks everyone

Baffy is a stray cat that lives under the house, at least we think it's a cat

Not sure who Mercutio and Tybalt are but they are here too

Some are probably missing, I'm not in every fandoms. Heck I'm not even in some of those fandoms, this is base on intepretations I got from post from this site

Edit

I forgot about Peter and Catherine!!!

They are also that friend that is always at the house to the point they are pretty much part of the family

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It's A Trip! Ch. 1

summary: It started off as a joke, the proposition to road trip from the east coast to the west coast for Hongjoong and Seonghwa's wedding, but then Mingi said yes. And Jongho wasn't about to pass up that opportunity.

warnings/tags: mdni!, mxm, smut, recreational drug use, tropes, fluff, light angst, wooyoung is a little shit, jongho is whipped, au non-famous, siri play maknae on top by stray kids

pairing: top!jongho x bottom!mingi

author's note: I couldn't resist the idea of a little stoner road trip situation with unspoken feelings and Wooyoung trying to play matchmaker behind the scenes. Loosely based on the song of the same title by Joywave that got stuck in my head recently and fits the vibes, I think. Anyway. Enjoy!

word count: 21k (around 3.5k per chapter, 6 chapters total)

ao3 link: It's A Trip!

It's A Trip!

Day One

Hongjoong and Seonghwa were getting married. A destination wedding in the middle of Joshua Tree National Park, where they had rented out luxury yurts for their friend group to stay in. Everyone else had chosen to fly, considering none of them lived close by. But Jongho had a different idea: why didn't some of them take a road trip instead? 

He was half joking when he originally suggested it, but then Mingi was immediately game - something he hadn't exactly been expecting - and Wooyoung and San agreed as well. The latter part was not as important to Jongho (no offense to them). But he missed Mingi dearly, though he would probably never admit that. They lived a few hours apart now and going from college roommates to just regular adult roommates, seeing each other daily to maybe seeing each other a few times a year was quite the adjustment. It was weird not having him around. Empty. Jongho himself was the one who was technically gone, if you wanted to split hairs. He had taken a job as a voice professor at Brown after he had finished his masters degree at Juilliard, leaving Mingi alone in New York, where he worked as a music producer. Jongho hadn't realized how attached he had grown to the man until he was gone.

By attached he meant… well. He didn't really know what he meant. He had never thought of it as attraction, per se, when they lived together. But when Mingi moved out and they both started dating around, Jongho found himself unable to really care about, concentrate on, or be interested in anyone he had tried to date. He found himself comparing every single one of them to Mingi, subconsciously at first, but then when he became cognizant of it, it was very obvious and almost became a compulsive habit.

He found himself trying to explain his breakups to his friends, but the real reasonings were always left unspoken:

“Hyunjin is nice but he is always cold.” Mingi was always warm. 

“Taehyun is great except he doesn't respond to my jokes the right way,” the way Mingi would get them. 

“Chaeryeong is so sweet but she doesn't like to be taken care of,” Mingi liked to be treated like a princess.

He had no clue how Mingi felt about him in return. They had always just been friends. Although, to be fair, he was significantly closer to Mingi than he was to the rest of the friend group. Mingi had the uncanny ability to see through whatever facade he was putting on and would dig deeper without even really trying. Just studied him in a way others didn't, seeing past the surface. 

He was doing it now, in fact, from the passenger seat. 

It was 7am and he had just picked Mingi up from his place in Brooklyn in the rental car, a spacious and brand new Toyota 4-Runner. Mingi's idea. 

“We'll kill each other if we're stuck in a tiny Camry together for six days.” He had reasoned. 

He was right. Plus, the 4-Runner was really cool, he couldn't lie. 

His 4am departure from Providence wasn't wearing on him quite yet, but he felt tired just looking at how bouncy and full of energy Mingi was. The man always had a hard time concealing his excitement. His heart had done backflips at the sight of him bounding down the front steps of his brownstone, duffel bag flung over his shoulder, suit bag in the other hand, sunglasses on, black and ivory headphones around his neck. He looked better than Jongho had remembered, but as he entered the car with an enthusiastic, “What's up!��� Jongho noted that he still smelled the same.

He had missed him so much. 

Jongho didn't say that though, naturally. Instead, he said, “You're too enthusiastic for 7am, Mingi.” 

Mingi barked a laugh, “I'm just excited to see you, man!” 

Jongho probably blushed, but turned his head to look out the window, hoping Mingi had missed it. 

“I'm glad to see you, too.” He mumbled quietly, only loud enough for Mingi to barely make out.

It wasn't too long of a trip to Philadelphia from New York, and Jongho couldn't help but mourn the only time he had with Mingi alone in the car as it passed too fast for his liking. 

He tried to make the most of it, making Mingi keel over with laughter as he sang every part to Bohemian Rhapsody, listened to him talk about the new artist he was working with, how excited he was for the album he was producing to drop, and to Jongho's surprise (and well-contained joy), the story about Mingi's somewhat recent breakup. It hadn't been super serious, but he seemed similarly dissatisfied as Jongho had often found himself when it came to his ever passing relationships. 

He felt even more chuffed as Mingi remarked, “It's not that I didn't like her, dude, it's just like,” he thought about it for a second, “No one is as easy to be around as you, Jongho. It's kind of annoying.”

“I know what you mean.” Jongho admitted. 

“Well if we're both still single at 40, let's just say screw it.” Mingi joked. 

Of course he was joking. Jongho knew there was no way Mingi saw him as anything but a friend, likely closer to a brother. Yet he still stuck out his hand for Mingi to shake to seal the deal, “Deal.” And he was so serious. 

He figured a platonic marriage of convenience would still be better than one with someone else whom he didn't even like half as much as he liked Mingi. 

It was over before he knew it, the drive feeling closer to twenty minutes than it had two hours. 

Soon, they were pulling up in front of Wooyoung and San's townhouse. The two of them emerged glued together as they always were, Wooyoung empty handed aside from his pillow, San insistent upon carrying their luggage for them, a gentleman as always. 

They were a little nauseating. 

Maybe Jongho was just jealous. 

Wooyoung met Jongho's eye from the backseat via the rear view mirror, giving him a deviously knowing look. He was the only person on the planet who had an inkling about Jongho's feelings for Mingi. Jongho was sure that meant San knew, too, but he was much more inclined to stay out of it than was his fiance. 

Jongho rolled his eyes at Wooyoung, earning a wicked smile in return. 

Of the eight of them, he and Wooyoung acted the most like siblings. The fact that they were the closest in age probably contributed to that. Jongho hadn't even intentionally told Wooyoung about his feelings for Mingi - the man was just an annoying pest and happened to notice how much Jongho talked about him after he moved out. When Wooyoung had pointed it out, acting as if he had just stumbled upon Jongho's deepest darkest secret (which honestly, he basically had), Jongho hadn't even been able to think of any believable way to deny it and Wooyoung had taken that for what it was, an endorsement of the truth.

Wooyoung had insisted on being in charge of planning the road trip and had calculated that they could make it in plenty of time, an entire two days to spare (one for the bachelor party, the other for the rehearsal), with only three nights spent on the road, meaning each day entailed on average around ten hours of drive time. With four people to rotate through, it really wasn't that bad. Their destination that night was Knoxville, Tennessee, with the idea of stopping in Nashville and Memphis the next day before ultimately arriving in Fayetteville, Arkansas for their second night. Fayetteville was slightly off the path, but it was a college town and Wooyoung had found, “the cutest little Inn!” right on the street downtown where all the college kids partied. They themselves were all only five or so, give or take, years out of undergrad. The last night would be spent in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Also a little off the path, but “It’s Santa Fe, you guys. Come on. It's Santa Fe.” The sentiment meant nothing to the three of them but they trusted Wooyoung. Because he insisted upon them doing so. It would be fun. Trust Wooyoung! That could easily have been the theme of the road trip. Just trust Wooyoung, everything will be great. And really, he did. They all did. Wooyoung had almost a sixth sense for things like this. Everything he touched, planned, organized, whatever have you, turned to gold. It's a big reason Jongho felt comfortable with his friend knowing his secret. Part of him thought maybe, just maybe, if Wooyoung was involved somehow, that things with Mingi would just magically work out. 

By the time they reached middle-of-nowhere, Virginia, Jongho and Mingi had both had their turns driving and were switching off to the back seat so that San could take over, Wooyoung joining him up front. 

Wooyoung had cornered Jongho in the bathroom in the gas station at which they were refueling the car and themselves, “You need to tell him how you feel.” He said in a rush, quietly, just in case.

“Hell fucking no.” Jongho replied, “I will not be saying anything unless I have cold, hard, proof right in front of me that he has any sort of feelings towards me outside of friendship.”

Wooyoung shoved his arm, “That’s stupid! I can see how he looks at you!”

Jongho huffed, “Wooyoung, you think everyone wants to fuck each other all the time.”

“Everyone does want to fuck each other all the time! Look at Hongjoong and Seonghwa! I called that before literally anyone.” Wooyoung argued. 

It was true. Jongho couldn’t deny it. Well, he shouldn’t deny it, but he sure was going to, “I’m not convinced Seonghwa hadn’t tipped you off to that at some point before. You really can’t take credit for predicting that.”

Wooyoung sighed, “Believe me or don’t but I did call it. And I’m calling this, too. You and Mingi will have confessed by the end of the trip. And I would put money on Mingi not being the one to do something about it first. Actually, I have put money on it. I owe San $200 if Mingi confesses first.” He looked stupidly proud of himself.

“God, I knew you would tell San! You two might as well share a brain.” Jongho pushed past Wooyoung, ignoring his empty taunts and threats as he walked back out to the car. 

Back on the road, Mingi was trying to work some on his laptop, but had to put it away, saying he was going to get car sick if he kept at it. Jongho was getting sleepy, but was too jittery and nervous being in the back seat with Mingi only a foot or so away. 

Mingi’s head tipped back, leaning on the head rest of the seat, his eyes closed, a somewhat pained expression on his face. 

Jongho couldn’t resist it, he reached up and moved a strand of hair off of Mingi’s face where it looked like it would be uncomfortably tickling his nose had he left it. 

“You alright?” Jongho asked him softly. 

Mingi nodded but didn’t open his eyes, “Yeah. Just getting sleepy.”

“Work isn't too stressful?” Jongho inquired, a little worried about him. Mingi was a perfectionist and had a hard time not letting little things get to him. Jongho had been there for more than one panic attack due to stress from a project but mostly from pressure put upon himself. 

“It is stressful. But it's okay. I've got better coping mechanisms now. Had to, without you around to look after me.” Mingi smiled, though his eyes stayed closed. 

“Okay. Well good. Get some sleep then, yeah?” Jongho insisted.

“Mmh yeah good call.” Mingi said thickly, already half asleep.

San had been pretending not to listen, but suddenly they were listening to a very dry podcast on European history rather than the music that had been playing. Wooyoung protested for a second - he had been putting on an unsolicited concert for the whole car, but San insisted, “Driver gets aux!” and shot a quick glance to the backseat, then back to Wooyoung, trying to communicate with just his eyes. Wooyoung seemed to understand and just said, “Okay, fine.” 

San found Jongho’s eyes in the rearview mirror this time, giving him his tiniest, proudest little smile, dimples barely visible. Jongho stuck his tongue out in reply.

Mingi’s head kept tipping forward and waking him up. Jongho noticed this and reached over to put his hand on Mingi’s knee, shaking it lightly to get the man to wake up. When he did, Jongho simply looked at him and patted his lap. Mingi understood and leaned over sideways until his head was in Jongho’s lap, fingers carding softly through his long, pink hair, falling asleep immediately. 

Eastern Tennessee was surprisingly pretty, Jongho had to admit. A big reason Wooyoung had agreed to this trip was because it was late October and the fall foliage was stunning. Perfect for someone who had recently taken up photography and had a natural talent for it. It would be interesting to see how it all changed from east to west as they traveled. Wooyoung had made several frantic stops on their drive so far, asking to pull over to marked overlooks, snapping a few quick pictures, then moving on. 

At least he was fast about it. 

After far too long in the car together, the four of them nearly stumbled on their exit after pulling into the hotel parking lot. Legs stiff, glad to no longer be sharing the same oxygen, at least briefly. Wooyoung had thankfully (begrudgingly) booked two separate rooms, after quite the protest, arguing that it would be like old times! A sleepover! The only thing that convinced him was San pointing out that they wouldn't be able to have sex if all four of them shared a room. That changed his mind real quick.

You could technically call it a hotel, but the three of them who weren't Wooyoung were a little dumbfounded at what they had just pulled up to. 

“You booked us Hobbit huts?!” Was the question making its way in some form out of their mouths. 

They had been asleep when Wooyoung pulled the car up, missing the sign reading “Ancient Lore Village” on their way in. 

“I think what you meant to say was ‘Wooyoung, this is so cool, we're so happy you booked us the Hobbit huts, how will we ever thank you enough?’” Wooyoung said smugly. 

Jongho hid his excitement, never wanting to give Wooyoung the satisfaction. 

Mingi looked at him and smiled, reading straight through him as always, but didn't give it away. 

“So when you agreed to book separate rooms, you-” Mingi started. 

“Booked the two bedroom Hobbit hut, yeah!” Wooyoung finished for him. 

Upon entering, (Mingi having to duck through the entrance), the hut was pretty fucking cool. Not an exact replica to the franchise, likely for copyright reasons, but the ambience was effective. 

Mingi told Jongho he could shower first, which he was grateful for. He tried to let the hot water relax his muscles, but all he could think about was the fact that he would be sharing a bed with Mingi that night. Imagination running wild, he had to calm himself down and push away the images his brain was feeding him of Mingi in bed with him, cuddling, or kissing, or better yet- no. No. He had to stop or he'd end up needing to take care of himself in the shower and that felt a little too lewd. He cranked the shower handle over to cold in a valiant attempt to snap the fuck out of it. It worked well enough.

He stepped out of the shower and into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist at the exact time Mingi walked into the room. 

Jongho would gaslight himself about this moment later, but he swore Mingi checked him out as he announced, “Pizza is here!” 

Jongho was frozen to the spot, “Okay, thanks, I'll be there soon.”

Mingi tucked his bottom lip under his front teeth, a habit of his that didn't necessarily indicate attraction like it might on most people, but Jongho could see it on his face. He was definitely checking him out. 

“You been working out?” Mingi asked, voice low. 

Jongho couldn’t help himself, flexing a little as he walked over to his suitcase, “Yeah, actually, I have been.”

He heard Mingi swallow, “Nice. Um. Yeah. You're looking good, dude.” 

Jongho pulled a shirt on, facing away from Mingi, “Thanks, it's good to know the hard work wasn't really for naught.” 

“Definitely not.” Mingi was digging through his own bag across the room now, pulling some baggies out that Jongho had a hunch on what they were. 

Jongho finished getting dressed after Mingi left and headed into the living room where Wooyoung and San were sitting practically on top of each other on a loveseat, leaving room beside Mingi for Jongho to sit next to him on the couch. 

San remembered he had packed a cooler full of beer and seltzers and got up to heft it inside, asking if anyone wanted anything. 

They did, of course, and Mingi used the opportunity of San passing out their drinks of choice to survey the room on his offerings, “I have gummies!” He pulled out the two bags, “This one is a blend, but this one is all indica. I use it to sleep but anyone is welcome if you're not a sativa fan.” 

“I thought you were more of a flower guy?” Jongho observed.

Mingi shrugged, not meeting his eyes, “You don't smoke though. For your voice. Right?”

Huh. He hadn't expected Mingi to remember that. Or be so thoughtful. “Oh. Yeah. You're right. Thanks!” 

Mingi pulled one of the hybrid gummies out of its bag, looking at Jongho questioningly. Jongho nodded, reaching for it with his hand. Mingi pulled his hand back, “Magic words?” 

Jongho couldn’t help but chuckle, “Please get me high, Mingi.”

Mingi smiled, opening his mouth to demonstrate what he wanted from Jongho. 

Jongho obeyed. The trip Mingi's hand took from mid-air to Jongho's mouth seemed to last forever, the look in Mingi's eyes dark as he placed the gummy on Jongho's tongue, finger applying pressure to hinge his jaw shut and encourage chewing. 

Jongho felt heat building low in his gut. It was hot. Mingi was hot. Did he have any clue what he was doing to him? Jongho turned away, uncomfortable from being under the spotlight, turning towards the pizza in front of them instead. 

The room was weirdly silent for a second. Wooyoung and San looking at each other, trying to ignore what they had just witnessed. 

Mingi was either oblivious or didn't care, and passed the bag over to the others before also digging into his pizza. 

None of them made it further than halfway into The Fellowship of the Rings (when in Rome, right?) before they were drifting off to sleep. The first quarter of the movie was spent with them raucously high, quoting the movie they had seen a thousand times, making fun of the parts that were fun to laugh at. But then the weed, the beer, the full stomachs and the long day seemed to hit all at once and Mingi was once again nodding off beside Jongho. Wooyoung was snoring softly, tucked into San's chest. 

Jongho shook Mingi awake, “Come on, let's go to bed. You've gotta at least brush your teeth.”

Mingi groaned, not moving. Jongho sighed and grabbed his arm, heavy with sleep, draped it around his shoulder and worked his other hand around Mingi's waist, helping him stand up. “Guys, go to bed!” He called to Wooyoung and San. They stirred sleepily as Jongho reached down to turn off the TV. San ended up bridal carrying Wooyoung into their bedroom since the man was refusing to walk on his own, whining and grumbling, bratty as ever. 

Jongho limped Mingi into their room, propped him against the bathroom counter, and dug through his bathroom bag in search of his toothpaste. He found them under a small bottle of lube and some condoms. Huh. Interesting. He probably just carried that bag with him when he was hooking up with someone. He shook his head to rid his brain of the dirty thoughts that were creeping in and helped Mingi brush his teeth. 

He was awake enough after that and went to flop clumsily straight onto the middle of the bed after stripping down to his boxers. Jongho swallowed. So Mingi still slept like that. Surely Wooyoung had booked separate beds for the rest of their trip. Jongho didn't think he could bear being in such proximity to a nearly naked Mingi the whole trip. It would probably kill him. 

He finished up in the bathroom then joined Mingi in the bed, not meaning to wake him up, but it was hard not to seeing as he had to roll him over in order to have room to climb in. 

Mingi made a dissatisfied noise, then when he realized Jongho was in the bed with him, mumbled, “Jong. Cuddle me.”

Jongho wasn't sure he'd heard him right, “What's that?”

Mingi reached back and grabbed Jongho's arm, tossing it over his waist, saying more clearly this time, “Hold me. Please?” 

And who was Jongho to say no? 

He slept in a t-shirt, unlike his friend, but still, the feeling of Mingi’s skin through the thin fabric of his shirt was doing something to his brain. He pulled Mingi close, jumping on the opportunity that was being presented to him. They fit together remarkably well, he noted as Mingi melted into the embrace, sighing a raspy, “G'night.” 

Jongho smiled into his bare shoulder blade, and whispered, “Goodnight, Mingi,” his mind spinning happily as he drifted off.

continue reading, chapter two here