#stray kids blrub

[jaehoneey]

Trigger

» series: secret relationship au

» changbin x reader

» angst, slight fluff 

» setting: modern Korea

» warnings: mentions of guns, blades, and death

The fourth time you fell in love, you wished he pulled the trigger.

This lifetime was different from the past three; you were in a place you didn’t want to be in. You stumbled upon trouble without looking for it, and  you really wished that you could just get out.

When you were younger, your dad was always out, and your other dad was never around. Whenever you asked your dad about him, he would stop what we was doing, tell you to go to your room, and when you’d fallen asleep, he’d go to you, and kiss your forehead, whispering a quiet I’m sorry. When you got older, you understood why.

You didn’t choose this life, this life chose you. Your dad was a known mafia boss, and you just happened to be his only child, therefore making you the heiress to the empire that he was building. And he was so close, so close to finishing his job when someone finished him.

And that’s why you’re in the situation you’re in now; tied up to a chair, a gun pointed at your head, and yet, you didn’t feel any fear.

“Kill her,” the woman said, “son, just kill her.”

“But mom,” the boy retorted, “she’s pretty.”

You stiffened upon hearing those words-- maybe it was a flashback from your lifetime with Chan, maybe because you didn’t like how it came out in this context, maybe it was both.

The woman hummed and you brought your eyes up to her from the floor.

“She is, isn’t she?” She chuckled. “What do you plan to do with her?”

The gun was pulled away from your head and you swallowed the sigh of relief that wanted to come out, your stomach free from all the jitters; yeah, you weren’t scared, but you were nervous as fuck.

“Why don’t you just kill me?” You asked as you snapped your head to the son. “I’m better off dead.”

“True, you dying would mean less competition,” the boy agreed, “but like I said, you’re pretty.” He then turned to his mom and answered her question with a shrug. “Ruin her. I’m sure she knows how these things work. She doesn’t follow, she gets hurt, or worse. Killed.”

You figured you had no way out as the mom and son exchanged a look. It was no doubt that the mom was pleased with how her son was dealing with things, and without another word, she and her men left the room, leaving you alone with the boy you didn’t even know the name of.

“I swear to god,” you started, “you touch me, I’ll cut your finger off.”

The guy crouched down as he sighed, and in one swift motion, instead of a gun in his hand, it was a blade. You squirmed, you never liked the way knives cut into your skin, the stinging pain lasting longer than necessary, and you hated how anything could be varied. With guns, all you needed was the gun you were used to and the ammo, one shot to the head, you’re dead. But with blades? It varied in length, size, thickness, sharpness, bluntness, and the way it was used. You could either scratch someone or fully stab them, and sometimes, you couldn’t even control it.

“Relax, princess,” he said as he slightly ruffled his hair, not meeting your eyes, “the only reason I’ll be touching you,” his hand met yours, “would be to do this.”

You felt the restraints snap off your left hand followed by your right. You rubbed your wrists lightly as he removed the restraints from your waist and legs as well, and you stood up, not hesitating to disarm the boy of his blade to point it at him. He only chuckled, not even flinching as you held the tip of the blade against his neck, slightly piercing it to draw a trickle of blood.

“Unlike you, I’m quite used to the sting of blades. Almost make me feel at home.” He said. “And the pain coming from you? You’ll see that in time, you’ll enjoy it as much as I do.”

But you never did, and he understood, Changbin understood. Even though he had freed you from your physical restraints, those were nothing compared to the invisible restraints he had on you for he also had restraints from his mom. For months, you stayed in his room, for months you had to go through physical pain in order to convince his mom that he was ruining you; it was literally the only thing keeping you alive.

And today was the worst-- his mom had come to watch.

You were dragged back to the room where you were gun-held, and his mom was just sitting there, eyeing you carefully. “I couldn’t touch your dad,” she sighed deeply, “but now, seeing my son ruin you? I’m quite disappointed that your dear daddy couldn’t see how much pain you’re going through, that’s how I could’ve hurt him, I now realize. Your dad was invincible,” she chuckled dryly, “but I can’t say the same for his little heiress.”

She turned her gaze to Changbin. “Cut her.”

Changbin didn’t hesitate, not even for a second, and soon you felt a blade slicing into your skin, deeper than you liked, deeper than you were used to. You pulled away, hissing as you turned and glared at him. His face was emotionless, but his eyes, his eyes betrayed him. With the amount of months you had been with him, seen every side there was to see, you learned to read his movements, understand his actions, hear his words, and look in his eyes-- especially at times like this. He had talked to you before today, telling you that he had to really hurt you, to the point where you could even come out limping, but he would do everything to prevent that from happening.

And at this very moment, his eyes were screaming apologies.

Minutes into the fucked up entertainment, Mrs. Seo figured that she was satisfied enough.

“Throw her out tomorrow,” she said, “I’ve heard enough of her screams and whimpers. Tonight,” she smiled sickly, “tonight, you make her moan.”

When you returned to Changbin’s room, he immediately set you down on his bed as he ran to his bathroom and came back with a wet cloth and a first-aid kit. He cleaned your cuts with soft apologies spilling out of his lips all the time, he kissed them softly before applying ointment and bandaging them up, and last, he wiped your cheeks from the dried and fresh tears that were flowing down.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered again, “I am so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you replied, just as softly, “we do everything we can to survive, don’t we?”

He hesitated for a moment before his thumb made its way down to your bottom lip, brushing it gently. “You were just unlucky enough to end up here, with me.”

You jutted out your lips to gently kiss his thumb. He looked up at you with big eyes, blinking rapidly. “Or maybe I was lucky,” you retorted, “I’d like to think that.”

“Y/n,” he called out, “how the fuck is you being hurt physically and emotionally lucky?”

“What makes you think you’re hurting me emotionally as well?”

He slightly stood up and rested his arms on either side of you, leaning forward so slowly, so cautiously, as if he was scared to hurt you again for the hundreth time today.

“Changbin,” you cupped his cheek with your hand when he was close enough, “you could never hurt me. Ever since the day you explained yourself to me,” he leaned closer, “you could never.”

He searched your eyes and as you looked into his, you were surprised to see love and adoration glimmering in them. You and Changbin rarely had moments like these-- the most he would do would be tending to your wounds and made sure you healed properly, or warning you that he’d have to hurt you the same night he warned you.

But this, this, was different.

Without another word, he placed his lips on yours and you kissed him back without thinking twice. First, it was slow and steady, gentle and cautious, hesitant. But as the moments passed, you both became bolder; your hands wrapping around his neck as he pushed you down to the mattress. He licked your bottom lip for entrance and you allowed him in, deepening the kiss. After some time, he pulled away and rested his forehead on yours, letting out a shaky breath.

“I love you.”

The words struck you, made a warmth spread across your chest. When was the last time you actually heard those words being said to you, with such love and admiration? It was Chan. The lifetime with Chan. It was only that time.

And now, Changbin had said it.

“I love you, too.”

You knew what was going to happen next. You felt so happy and content. You knew what was going to happen next, you just didn’t know how.

All you knew was that one moment, you were asleep next to Changbin, then the next, you were being dragged (once again) in the halls of the mansion, gunshots and shouts heard. Your eyes shot open as you looked at the man who was carrying you.

“I’m sorry I took so long,” he said as he rounded a corner, “when your other dad died, I couldn’t bring myself to come back. I’m so sorry I took so long, my daughter.”

You swallowed thickly. “D-dad?”

“Your other dad, dear. I think you know how the world works.”

When you got out of the doors, your dad gently put you down, and your eyes immediately met Changbin’s. Beside him were his moms, glaring at the man behind you.

“You think you can kill my husband, and torture my daughter, and get away with it?” The man asked. “You are very, very, mistaken, Mrs. Seo.”

“Oh please,” she spat, “your daughter was only fun for a bit. We were supposed to throw her out today.”

You heard the sound of a gun clicking, and before you could identify where it had come from, both of the women were on the ground, dead. You looked at your dad in fear, the gun in his hand slowly aiming to Changbin as he looked at you.

��Is he the one who’s been torturing you?” He asked sternly, a large contrast to how he was talking to you earlier. “Is he the one hurting you?”

“N-no, dad, please,” you cried out, your heart ripping itself apart-- the scene was so familiar, so familiar, “he’s different.”

“That’s what they want you to believe,” your dad had fully aimed at Changbin and you looked at the boy, who didn’t even seem afraid, “but that’s not who they are.”

Just as your dad pulled the trigger, you pushed his hand, hoping the bullet had met the ground. But as you turned your head, your knees wobbled. It had still found Changbin, but instead of lodging itself in his head, it had lodged itself in his abdomen.

“Changbin!” You shouted as you rushed over to him. “Changbin, no.” You applied pressure on his abdomen area and his hands rested on top of yours. “Shit, Changbin, please, stay with me, stay with me.”

“It’s okay, y/n,” he said weakly, “it’s okay. I deserve it. For hurting y-you. L-look at me, please, look at me.”

Even with tears streaming down, you looked at him. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Changbin, I really didn’t mean to.”

His hold on your hand tightened. “You could never hurt me, y/n,” he smiled, “you could never.”

[renjunsbabygirl]

10:25 PM

What started out as sweet, innocent kissing turned into a hot make-out session with Boyfriend!Seungmin between your legs, hands on your waist, as he slowly but roughly kissed you.

You sat on the counter, one hand in his hair while the other gripped his neck. Your ankles crossed together, trapping him in. It was rare for you and Seungmin to make out. Sure you guys kiss and whatnot, but making out rarely existed in your relationship. Not that you were complaining because you love all the sweet kisses, hugs, and cuddles, but when you guys make out, you took advantage of it cause you knew it would be awhile before the next session, and who the hell doesn't want to make out with Seungmin?

He licked your bottom lip, lightly tugging on the skin afterwards, making you shoot your eyes open. He had never gotten this frisky before, but damn you were loving every second on it. You moan, parting your lips to let him explore. His tongue swirled against yours making shivers run down your spine.

One of his hands slid under your shirt and he slightly smirks feeling the goosebumps rise on your skin. He knows damn well what he's doing. Adding some fuel to the fire, his other hand slid down onto your ass. Firmly gripping, his nails slightly digging into your plastic shorts.

You're on cloud 9, loving every moment of this. But sadly all good things must come to an end. Seungmin pulls away. A string of your mixed saliva briefly keeps you two connected until it fades away. You're both panting trying to regain your breathing.

"Well fuck," you curse. "When did you all of a sudden become so cocky and confident?" You ask in astonishment. He smiles wetting his bottom lip with his tongue. "I don't know," he answers cupping your cheek rubbing the skin with the pad of his thumb. "Guess I wanted to try something new."

"Oh, really?" You smirk cocking an eyebrow. "Well since you want to try new things, how bout we take this to the bedroom where we can explore."

"Then what are we waiting for?" He questions. "Let's get started!"

He picks you up by your thighs, making you squeal, and runs to the bedroom, locking the door to begin your fun night.

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A/N: damn it's been a while since I wrote for skz but it feels good to get into writing again. Request for SKZ, NCT, SUPER M, EXO & BTS ARE OPEN!

[straykidmagines]

[18:13 PM] jisung approached you, sitting on the counter table alone nibbling on some of your grandma's freshly baked cookies. “hey, uh y/n!” he greeted you with a toothy grin and sat besides you.

the han and l/n's are very good friends so your parents decided to invite the han's over for dinner in celebrating your little sister's birthday.

“hey, jisung," you waved back, giving him a sweet smile in return, which made his stomach do 360° flips and turns. he just couldn't stand you and your charming personality — it just drives him mad, and it is not good for him.

a blush crept on his lips seeing your beautiful smile. he opened his mouth, and spoke softly, “i-i just wanted to say that i...” he paused for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip that may have been already chapped by now.

you titled your head to the side, “yes jisung?” you inquired. the boy has never been this so shy with you before — okay maybe there are times, but not like this, so you were curious as of why.

“i... i like yo —” then he saw your little sister hugging her stuffed unicorn in her arms, “— unicorns yeah!”

“yeeyy skwerrwul lwikes yunicwons two!" you little sister cheered inserting at the scene, as of hearing the word unicorn. she waved her stuffed unicorn in the air in triumph.

you giggled at this, which made him do as well and the three of you turned into fits of laughter.

“i like you..nicorns too, jisung,”

[mashumiwu]

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“I bet I can withstand it longer!”

“Nuh-uh! Females have higher pain tolerances than males do!” You whine at the boy in front of you.

“Fine! We will settle this in competition. Whoever lets go first is the loser!” Jisung challenges, eyebrow raised.

“I’ll bite! Prepare to lose!” Determination strong in your voice. “What does the winner get?” You ask right before your finger gets to your mouth.

“Hmmmm. loser buys the winner ice cream,” He smiles confidently as he continues, “be prepared though. I am a growing boy, so it’ll be quite costly. Better make sure your wallet is ready to take the it.”

“In your dreams you squirrel.” 

“Ready, on the count of three, one, two, thREE!” You both immediately stick your pointer fingers into their respective mouths and begin your competition. Twenty minutes and two jaw aches later, both of you are walking to an ice cream parlor, ready to each buy the other a bowl. Neither of you won, and Seungmin thinks you two are both exceptionally weird. But at least you were weird together.

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“Good morning Love.” A deep voice nudges you from slumber. You release a yawn, allowing your eyes to open in thin slits. You quickly shut them though do to the light being too bright in your eyes. You are nudged again as the voice continues, “We gotta get up, we fell asleep at some point during out movie marathon.” You make a sound of acknowledgement as the main menu of Finding Nemo played in the background. You snuggle deeper into the pillow your head resides on, trying to ignore your pestering boyfriend. You loved him, but it was too early for this. “Baaaaby, c’mon, open your eyes.” 

“I can’t.” You finally verbally respond. 

“What do you mean you can’t?” Felix questions releasing a laugh.

“It- it’s too bright, I can’t go on.” You grumble into the pillow.

“The sun? Well if you get up then-”

“Not the sun, your smile.” Your eyes open starring at your grinning Aussie. 

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“Felix, is there anyone special in the crowd for you tonight?” The MC asks, a knowing smirk on his face.

“Uh, no, not tonight...” He trails off, eyes not wanting to meet anyone else’s as a blush makes it’s way onto his cheeks. 

“Well maybe you don’t have a special guest here, but they did leave you a little message for when after you preformed.” Felix’s head perks up from the mans words and his attention is directed to the screen where your face is now stationed.

“I’m really sorry I couldn’t be there today love, but know I am still cheering for you guys along with the rest of the Stay’s! I love you Felix, I am very proud of you! Stray Kids fighting!” Video message you raises their hand up in a fist and smiles widely. The camera pans back to Felix who is again shyly looking down, but with a bigger, brighter, dimply smile.

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I am gonna pass on this one because I am working on one for you with it already :))

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90: “ Catch me if you can! ”

“Catch me if you can!” Felix shouts, just barely skidding around the corner of the hallway.

“Babe! Come back!” You call following in your boyfriend’s footsteps, your phone up ready to record.

“Only if you catch me!” He cries running further from you.

“But you look so adorable! The world needs to see your freckles!” You pause in the living room, spinning on your heel, having thought of a plan to get your significant other on screen. “Okay, fine, you win. I can’t keep up with a cute Aussie like yourself.” You lean against the kitchen counter, readying your electronic device for the perfect moment. No sooner of you thinking this does Felix rush back in, nearly crashing into you.

He leans in, attempting to look menacing, “I’m not cute.” You smile widely as you respond,

“Tell that to the video.”

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“Now, you both remember the rules? No pda, no rough housing, stay by where the bodyguards can see you, did I mention no pda?” Felix’s manager stares you down waggling his finger back and forth. Felix glances at you trying not to laugh as he politely nods his head at his hyung. He nods approvingly, giving each of you another strict look before leaving. You and Felix were given permission to go on a date, as long as it was supervised and to an approved location. So you both decided on a museum, for reasons the higher ups didn’t need to know. 

The two of you were suppressing smiles and giggles the entire ride into downtown Seoul, neither wanting to expose yourselves. Once the car came to a stop in front of your destination, the bodyguard turns in his seat, addressing both of you on the plans for the next so many hours. You nod along pretending to listen, knowing full and well that non of what he said had any affect on your actual plans. After the bodyguard seemed pleased enough by your yessing him to death, you were both escorted out of the car and lead into the building.

 Twenty minutes into aimlessly walking around a random exhibit, you catch Felix’s eyes and gesture to the preoccupied guard. You give each other knowing looks as you race away from him and down a random hall, going wherever your feet took you, your hands linked together the whole time.

-Admin Star

[jaehoneey]

[20:05] it was that time of the day; you were grooving to one of 3racha’s songs, lost in your own world.

The song was on full blast thanks to the speakers and when Changbin’s part came on, you couldn’t help but squeal in pride before dancing and rapping— miserably, you might add— along to his part.

When the song ended, you heard a series of claps before the next song started. You jumped in surprise as you whipped your head around to see your boyfriend standing there, the dorkiest grin on his face.

“That was a good try, love,” he chuckled as he pushed himself off the doorframe, “better than the last.”

You pouted as you paused the music, he walked over to you. “How long were you there for?”

“Enough to know how proud I make you.” Changbin answered, his heart soaring with love. “I’ll continue to give you reasons to make you proud of me.”

You hugged him and kissed his cheek. “You will tomorrow.”

He looked down at you, confused.

“Your comeback, dumbass.” You rolled your eyes. “How could you forget?”

He blinked dumbly before he kissed your forehead, “Sorry, when I’m with you, I tend to forget everything else.”

“That’s not healthy, Binnie.” You teased.

He pouted, “I was trying to be romantic, y/n. Why’d you shoot me down like that?”

You giggled before pecking his lips. “Because you don’t do romantic, but that’s okay. Because I know that you love me.”

Changbin hummed as he pulled you in for a longer kiss before hugging you tightly.

“Now,” he started as he pulled away, “how about a live performance of Matryoshka?”