#stray kids blurb

[4ranghaes]

bang chan x reader [fluff, gender neutral!reader]

23:37 - “is this… bang chan… coming to bed before midnight?!” you gasped.

your boyfriend chuckled, rolling his eyes slightly, “yes. shut up. changbin and jisung needed to focus on something with the producing tonight so i’m… free?”

you giggled, watching as he, clad in plaid pyjama bottoms, no shirt and a towel draped over his hair, came and sat on the side of the bed. you crawled out of your duvet cocoon, sitting behind chan’s broad body and beginning to use the towel to dry his hair.

“you should use a t-shirt,” you commented, thinking out loud as you dried the curly locks as softly as you could. “or a softer towel.”

“its okay,” chan shrugged, “i’m gonna straighten it anyway, no point taking care of it.”

“chan,” you said in a stern voice.

“what?!” he laughed, taking the towel out your hands and moving so he was sat against the wall, pulling you to straddle his lap.

“i love your curly hair,” you said, cupping his face, “i want you to be proud of it.”

he shrugged, smiling shyly, “i know you do, but i just—”

“no buts, chan,” you said, getting up to get a brush, and some of the curly hair products that had gone long disregarded by your boyfriend. “why not? maybe you’ll like it once you actually take care of it.”

chan just sighed, shutting his eyes and relaxing into the feeling of you playing with his hair.

“you don’t need to do all of this,” he said, “really. i’ll just go back to not doing it when i’m by myself.”

“well i guess you always need me around then, hmm?” you smiled, your eyes trained on his hair as his eyes watched your face, “you need someone to take care of you.”

chan sighed, shutting up and allowing you to finish dealing with his hair before you cuddled into his side. he pressed a kiss to your head as you fell into silence.

“thank you for taking care of me. i know its not easy.”

you hummed, kissing the hand that was slung around your shoulders, “it would be easier if you stop being stubborn. my beautiful boy.”

chan opened his mouth to protest before you looked up, given him a stern look. he bit back a laugh, allowing your point to stand.

the two of you shifted into a more comfortable sleeping position; face to face, chan’s arm loosely slung around your waist, your leg hooked over his hip. his hand stroked your back gently, your hands balled into fists resting against his strong chest.

“sleep now,” he whispered, kissing your closed eyelids, “it’s late.”

[soobnny]

howl and sophie — han jisung x reader ; he realizes he’s in love with you (0.8k words)

advance happy bday hanji!

“Do you guys ever think about how Howl spent his whole life—“

“Is Chan coming back already?” Jeongin questions, unknowingly cutting Jisung off as he impatiently checks the expensive watch wrapped around his wrist.

He’d lost a bet earlier and had promised to get the kids ice cream, and if you were to ask the youngest how long the boy’s been gone, it’s been around 23 minutes and 24 seconds, but he’d never admit to his impatience.

“Howl spent his life looking—“

“Sorry, I’m late.” Chan comes rushing through the door, crouched down to his knees the moment he’s inside with his dominant hand gripping a plastic bag from the convenience store.

He’s still panting when the boys swarm him, the youngest managing to catch the bag and veering off to the direction of the kitchen.

“Hyung!” Jisung calls out the eldest’s attention, and you notice your best friend’s features drop when Chan moves to break the fight in the kitchen as to who has which flavor.

“Hyung, don’t ignore me.”

He’s whining now, arms crossed and body unmoving from the space he’s occupying on the couch. Jisung has his tells when he’s getting sulky, his lips form a pout and his eyebrows furrow just a little—all tells so blatantly obvious on his face at the very moment.

Jisung should know better than to expect his friends to listen to him when there’s free ice cream and a limited stock of flavors up for grabs in the kitchen. They might be good friends most of the time, but they are not below putting their entire attention to making sure they do not have the worst flavor.

He’s still sulking, and you can hear his breathing getting a little louder, but their attention is still glued on the kitchen table.

You place a hand on his arm gently, shifting closer to the pouting boy. You know exactly what he wants to say, but you choose to ask him anyway.

“What is it?”

It’s comedic the way the pout instantly washes away from his features, instead replaced with a giddy smile as he angles his body to look at you properly.

Jisung’s always been cute in the way he could never hide how wide his smile gets.

Howl spent his entire life looking for his Sophie.

“Howl spent his entire life looking for his Sophie. Don’t you think that’s the most romantic thing ever? Especially when he tells her she might as well take a piece of his heart.”

You’ve heard him talk about Howl’s Moving Castle a thousand times now, but you let him ramble anyway. You’d lose nothing but your time, but it’s easily compensated with the way he’s smiling at you.

“Are you talking about that movie again?”

It’s Changbin who butts in the conversation when Jisung takes a deep breath in between his spoken 1000-word essay about Howl and Sophie. The older boy is seated on the bean bag in front of the pair of you, ice cream in hand as he monstrously takes a bite off.

“How he spent his entire life searching for Sophie?”

“(Name), what ice cream flavor do you want?” There’s a call from the kitchen, and Jisung’s starting to pout again.

“Don’t worry, they just don’t understand the movie like you do.” You whisper in his ear, enough to solicit a laugh from the boy.

Then, when you expect him to continue, he grows quiet.

In all honesty, even Han Jisung doesn’t understand why. He thinks about this all the time, and he’s never had a problem talking to you, but now his head is blanking.

It isn’t until you take his hands in yours and encourage him to keep talking that he realizes oh—is this how Howl feels about Sophie?

This is a dilemma.

Jisung’s always known he’s had a crush on you, but the way you’d listened to him with a sweet and gentle smile on your face, with your attention unwavering, he’s suddenly painfully self-conscious about how much more he feels about you and how his hands are probably sweating from the sudden realization.

“Jisung?”

“Hey, I know another topic he never shuts up about.” Seungmin hums, having gone back from the kitchen. “His big fat crush on—“

“Chan was asking you what flavor you wanted, right?” Jisung suddenly interrupts, eyes flickering between you and Seungmin, the kitchen, then back on you.

“Come on, (name). Let’s get some ice cream.” Then, he abruptly gets up from his seat and pulls you to the direction of where there’s only two pieces of ice cream in the plastic bag.

“What was Seungmin say—“

“Here. Take this.” He all but shoves the ice cream in your hands, smiling a little too sheepishly before hurrying to shut Seungmin up.

[oddinarylani]

10:58 pm | chan | a place to sleep, for just some time. 

they jingled and shook together between your fingers; your keys. even just walking to your car, which was a mere few steps from your complex, left the scratched metal freezing cold and wet with condensation. the skin of your fingers was beginning to turn a rosy, pretty shade of red - kissed by the wind chill and met with the cold unceremoniously. 

huffs of hot breath leave your lips, your hand shoves your keys into your ignition - the click alerts your ears, and you turn. 

she struggles to start up, a few repeated misfires as she tries to get started up in the cold, you push your lips together, “c’mon-“ you mutter once before she starts, engine coming to life as your radio begins to sound throughout the confines of your car. you sigh in relief, sitting back to get cozy for the next 20 minutes it takes her to get even the slightest bit warm. 

as the engine warms to the first notch, some random playlist going - though your mind was rather fixated on how cold it was, not what music was playing, your phone buzzes. 

did it start up okay? 

your hands tremble, fingers numb as you type a reply. 

yeah, i’m letting it warm up before i head over 

please drive safe. the roads don’t look so good. 

i will, i promise. i’ll go slow so it’ll take me a minute. 

your phone still trembles in your fingers, a long shaky exhale leaves your lips, and chan sends a few more messages asking you to promise to be safe. forever doting on your wellbeing as he always had. it brings a smile to your shakes, and your car is a notch warmer. you change the song, hiding your fingers inside your jacket as you try to warm. 

your knuckles have almost split and cracked from the dryness - you feel the ache over the skin - red and flustered and freezing, a kind of beautiful clash against the pure white of the snow on the ground. 

it was reaching -22° now - the power had been out for 2 days, and you texted chan out of pure frozen desperation. finally caving on his request to have you stay over to keep out of the cold of your apartment. ice was beginning to form around your window pane, and now, you could periodically see your breaths in your own home. groceries were getting low and you were feeling fairly hopeless and frustrated at the predicament. 

with one more promise of your carefulness to chan, you pull out of your complex to begin you drive, changing the song once more. 

the ice and frozen pavement crunches and groans under your tires, but you have one thing on your mind keeping you going - and when you finally arrive you nearly feel like crying just at the sight. 

chan walks out the door to greet you and take your bags, burying further in his hoodie when he feels how cold it’s getting outside. you throw your bags over you shoulder, waddling up to him and leaning up to kiss him when he takes your bags. 

“hey baby,” he smiles. “let’s get you inside.” you nod, jaw chattering. 

“if you want to lay down or change i just put the heated blanket on in my bed, i’ll get you some tea.” he leans in, kissing your cheek as you nod and shuffle off to his room. 

his apartment is warm, warm and so comforting. you shes your layers, down to a long sleeve shirt and your fleece leggings and socks and slide into his bed, feeling your bones and muscles relax to the warmth and your jaw still from the chattering. 

chan comes in a moment later, smiling at your cocooned state; the blankets pulled to your mouth, eyes closed as your body tries to take in as much warmth as possible. 

“c’mere, baby.” he lifts the covers to slide in next to you, shuddering when he feels how cold you were against him. “o-ooh, you’re so cold.” he frowns softly, fully pressing his body against you, wrapping his arms around you. his hands gently scratch and soothe your skin, warming you up beneath his palms. 

you nuzzle for his warmth, face buried in his shoulder and neck, your legs searching and preening to be intertwined with his. “i-i know, sorry.” you mumble, keeping your freezin digits to yourself until they warmed up enough. 

“don’t apologize, baby. just glad you’re here, couldn’t imagine how bad it was at your place.” he cradles the back of your head, fingers scratching at your scalp and threading through your hair. 

god, it felt so good to be in his arms. he was all encompassing, sobering - like being held by him brought every thought to the forefront of your mind and it was all just him. 

he was warm, holding you in the way he knew you loved, the way he always did. it took the breath from you a bit, to be swallowed up by him. 

the water for your tea dings and he stands, softly rubbing your waist and hip as he gets up. “i’ll be right back, you want cream? sugar?” you nod and he chuckles, coming back a moment later with your tea in hand. you sit up, a bit fuzzy from the warmth and take the cup he offered, the steam wafting from the top ever inviting. 

you smile softly at him, your eyes meeting for a brief moment. “thank you, my love.” you lean in once more, your lips meting softly as a thank you. he hums, eyes a bit sparkly and mouth crinkled with a soft smile. 

his eyes filter down to your hands, brow and eyes contorting. “oh your hands,” he fetches a small bottle of lotion, popping open the cap as he puts a good amount in his own hands, taking yours. 

he brings your hands to his lips, kissing them softly with his pillowy lips before working the lotion into your skin. 

you smile at his gesture, soon the cracking of your knuckles healed over a bit with the moisture, and he takes your hands in his, squeezing softly. 

“you’re too good to me.” you chuckle, leaning further to wrap your arms around him, fully wrapped in his embrace. 

[kpopblurblog]

[unknown time] the oddinary. it was normal cafe down to its concrete walls and retro furniture. that’s what you convinced yourself. you sit at the bus stop like you do every morning; you’re waiting for the public bus to whisk you away to your college courses for the day, headphones blasting a cocophany of melodies from your favorite artists into your eardrums. it was another half hour before your bus pulled up, so you did what every bored college student did. you people watched, but with no one on the street, the cafe’s occupants became your target today.

there’s five people total in the cafe; three employees and two customers. the two girls sat across from each other in the cafe, both on their phones. they’re probably gossiping about the latest drama going on in their friend group. one of the cafe’s employees wanders over, a shy, puppy like smile adorning his soft features while he places their drinks in front of them. his mouth moves and the girls blush slightly, smiling back up at him in thanks. clearly, they’re too shy to say anything to the cute guy, you chuckle to yourself.

the second employee is somewhere half behind the counter and half in the walk way between customer and workers, moping the floors with precise motions. he wears a barrette that never seems to faulter from his head, even with his vigorous movements when he comes across a particularly dirty spot on the lenolium. it must be pinned to his hair somehow. the male looks young - you think - late high school aged at the earliest, but probably more like a freshman in college aged. though he looks fairly ordinary, something seems vaguely off with one of his eyes. it’s probably a colored contact; they’re all the rage these days.

finally, you move to the last employee. he’s the manager, no doubt. his uniform bears a difference to the other two; some ribbons hang down from his suspenders with some lettering on it. it’s most likely the cafe’s name on them. he looks significantly older than the two others currently working and seems to have an air about him that screams “i’m in charge”. though you suppose the resting bitch face he has as he stares down at his phone while he stands at the registers doesn’t help his case either. you notice how pretty his purple hair is and how beautifully it compliments his sun kissed complextion.

your bus whizzes past you then, stopping to cover your line of sight. you’re up and out of your seat quickly to board the vehicle. your people watching pass time is now long forgotten as you scan your student id and go sit in your usual seat at the back of the bus. you miss the knowing stare from the purple haired manager as your bus drives away. the oddinary was an ordinary cafe, you tell yourself.

[thewonandonly]

AAHAHAHA OKAY, HI ITS JURRASIC WORLD ANON

Can i request a stray kids reaction to their partner absolutely bawling at the brachiosaurous scene please 😭 my friends had to console me for like 10 minutes cause it made me cry so hard

stray kids (ot8) reaction to their partner bawling their eyes out to brachiosaurus' scene <3

synopsis: it's time to watch the jurassic park franchise, and when an absolute devastating scene from the movie released nearly 8 years ago shows up, the boys aren't sure how to react when they find their s/o crying their eyes out.

warnings: gender neutral reader, spoilers?

author's note: guys this is literally me with meet the robinson's. everytime little wonders by rob thomas plays in the movie, BOOM. instantly moved to tears.

thank you so much for the request! please consider reblogging my post and leave a cute little comment to boost my work!!

chan was excited to see jurassic world! jurassic park and the entire franchise was an important part in the film industry, so for him to watch the movie for the first time with the love of his life was an absolute prime decision. the movie started off steady, and then it got interesting. and then, it got sad :( the same brachiosaurus from the first movie was caught in the fire, no where to go as the water expanded across the horizon. it was trapped. it was heartbreaking. gut-wrenching to watch. and he would've cried, he wanted to cry. small sniffles echoed across the living room wall, and he turned to see you laying your head on his shoulder, tears streaming down your cheeks. chan. immediately turned to comfort you, his hand brushing your cheek.

"oh, baby, it's so sad." his hands are gentle, as if he wasn't comforting you over an artificial created brachiosaurus. "it's sad, it's okay to cry." he used his thumb to wipe your tears and paused the movie until you felt consoled enough to continue.

minho had already seen a few of the jurassic park franchise movies. how couldn't he have? it's one of the biggest movie franchises of the world. he hasn't watched recent instillments due to a busy schedule, but when you mention finally watching the recent ones on his day off, he immediately took you up on the offer; popcorn, blankets, a nice comfortable pillow, cuddle sessions and a surround system turned up damn near full blast sounded like the perfect night, especially with his favorite person in the whole world. the movie was not too painful to get through, he did cringe at some dialogue throughout the movie, but all movies have those moments. he would've cried at the scene where the brachiosaurus was stranded on the island, but he personally felt like the scene was a bit rushed. he knew you. the second the scene came to an end, he turned to you and pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head.

"you're such a crybaby." he whispered, his hand rubbing your shoulder, "it was a bit sad though." he admitted, chuckling to himself. minho knew how quick to tears you could be at movies, and he'd be lying if he didn't find it cute; it just means you can find sentiment in everything. and he admired that.

changbin is totally a movie buff! he has seen the jurassic park movies at least 6 times in his lifetime, and he was probably one of the firsts leading the crusade for the newest movies. changbin loves the movies, and he was the first person at the movie theaters doors on release day, at the earliest showing, with his large tub of popcorn. so, when you told him you never saw the newest ones, he nearly dropped his jaw. how could you not?! he took this as an opportunity to introduce you to some of the greatest movies he's ever experienced. he set everything up, not accepting help from you, before he pulled out a dvd player, and gently placed the disc into the tray (these were the only dvds he owned tbh). he watched excitedly, peeking at you from the corner of his eye to gauge your reaction: happiness, excitement, tension, and of course, sadness. he cried in the theater when the scene came on, and he isn't afraid to admit that it still makes his heart squeeze watching the scene again.

both you and changbin sat on his bed, crying at the scene, the movie paused on the last glimpse of the brachiosaurus, which only made you both cry your eyes out more. changbin and you didn't share any words, but you both shared tears.

hyunjin can admit he has never seen the jurassic park movies. he wasn't a dinosaur kid, he was an ancient egyptian kid fs. he personally thought the premise of the movies were a bit silly. why would they open these parks if it always ended in disaster? but, here he was, sitting beside you, as you wore your acid-washed jurassic park pajama set, excitedly starting the movie. hyunjin was aware of how often you watched these movies, and how much you loved them, so he had no problem watching them with you if it meant he could see how happy you got (dinosaur kid and ancient egyptian kid solidarity). but one thing he could not understand was how you've watched these movies so many times, and you still cry your eyes out to the brachiosaurus scene.

hyunjin wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you cried, rubbing your shoulder comfortingly. okay, he gets it; the scene is sad, but he truly didn't understand why exactly this was so sad. that is until you cried out how the brachiosaurus in the sad scene was the same one from the very first one. then, he understood, and continued to rub your shoulder sweetly, not bothering to mention how you might have just made him a jurassic park fan.

felix has the entire movies memorized. you know that post on this website that says "i'm gonna watch shrek," and it's just the op replaying the movie through their head because they've watched it so many times? yeah, that's felix with jurassic park. he knows the lines, the jokes, the LORE. he had a 16 year hyperfixation on jurassic park, and he wasn't going to let it die! he's watched it so many times, that when you say you wanted to watch the recent ones, he can't help but say yes, like an excited puppy. i think felix has a good grip on his emotions during movies (or he's like me, where i dont understand something until AFTER i finish the movie) so he doesn't cry when he watches it but once he finishes the credits, the waterworks start.

and when he saw you crying about (in his opinion!!!) the most gut-wrenching scene in cinema, he felt his own tears bubble up, pulling you close to him. he's cried over this scene multiple times by himself, but now, he had someone who would understand where exactly he would be coming from. it was a nice comfort.

jisung... oh, boy. jisung definitely got the film spoiled for himself on twitter or youtube or something. he's not a die-hard fan, but he was planning on watching it soon! (it's been almost 8 years, bud, and it's still on his to be watched list). jisung was upset, and wouldn't open the app again until you sat down and watched it with him. jisung is a crier, he cries to movies, even when they aren't sad. but when they are sad, oh my god! he changes his entire personality to match that movie. he will never shut up about it.

jisung cried before your own tears spilled; the music, the shadow that reflected against the smoke. omg, he was breaking down. seeing him cry so hard, made you cry! well, him and the poor brachiosaurus made you cry. you were both hugging each other as you cried, jisung hiccuping about how it wasn't fair and that he would've went back to save them. he cried for the rest of the night,

seungmin is a lot like minho in a sense. he finds the scene rushed, so he couldn't find it in his heart to cry. seungmin watched the movie already, and he knows what happens. he knows it's sad, but he honestly can't find his tears for the scene, even when he first watched it. the scene to him felt sooooo rushed that he kinda just sat there, staring at the television screen, waiting for it to end.

but, he knew you were crying, so he threw an arm around your shoulder, pulling the blanket back over your legs and let you cry. he didn't have any comforting words to say since he couldn't even cry at the scene, but you were happy he even hugged you for the scene!

jeongin isn't a die-hard fan, or a casual enjoyer. he saw the movie once and called it a night. he didn't have any words to say or not about it. when you asked him if he wanted to watch it with you, he agreed, only because he wanted to spend time with you, and he had an excuse to hold you. i think jeongin doesn't honestly remember the movie, so he has to watch it multiple times to even remember, which is why he isn't much of a die-hard fan.

jeongin was crying by the time the scene came up on the screen, and he turned to look at you as your bottom lip quivered at the scene, your eyes pouring the liquid from your eyes. jeongin hugged you tightly. no words exchanged, only warmth, to give comfort to one another. after his second and third watch, it seems like every time he watches it, he cried like a baby each time. (me with meet the robinsons)

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[missskzbiased]

[20:13] Timestamp

Summary: You’ve been sucked into a game, and your only way out is to complete a quest. The only problem? You can’t go on a quest without a team, and you're lacking one member. What you didn’t know is that looking for a fifth member might have been troublesome, but finding him was even worse.

[Messed up summary cuz this is just a blurb]

WC: ~6,5 K

Genre: Isekai (Transported into a Game), Action/Adventure, Blurb

Warnings: Choking, language

Notes: I’m just playing around with this idea. I had fun writing this, and I might try to write a series out of this in the future, with these characters (Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Minho), and add some romance, although I’m not sure which pairing I’d like to play with. I accept suggestions! <3

This is inspired by @the-writing-nook’s monthly prompt for January: write something set in a small town. I lost myself on the way to small town, tho UHSAHUSAUHSUHAUHASUHSA

You don't know for how long you've been traveling.

It's not a euphemism, you really don't. Besides not having regular clocks, which oblige you to rely on the sunlight to figure out if it's past noon, there is no evidence that time runs at the same pace here and in the real world. Therefore, you gave up on counting on day three, and you cannot be sure how many more days had passed since then. The Crystal Towers sprinkled over the map supplied you with hours that meant nothing, and neither did the moon raised in the sky. Not because you missed home (although you did miss it) but because the sun could rise a thousand times and it would still be January 1st unless you figured out what was your quest.

And you didn't.

"I swear to God, if I take another step I'll die."

Jisung is as dramatic as that on a daily basis. If there was anyone more fit in this world to be a Bard, you had yet to meet them. Besides being great at playing his mandolin, Jisung had a deep-seated aversion to any sort of physical exertion, even the bare minimum necessary for you to go from one city to another. You cannot blame him, though. Not when traveling to another city meant coming across giant animals, corrupted beasts, and wicked NPCs willing to take you down.

Moreover, you cannot complain either. He is the one who gathers most of the information you need to proceed with your pre-quest. He's also responsible for guaranteeing a warm bed for you to sleep in at night. So, whenever he feels like whining about useless things that will certainly hold you up, you choose to let it be.

Ignore him and keep going, that's your current mantra.

"You'll be doing us all a favor"

Hyunjin isn't as considerate, which is fitting for his character. As a Ranger, his job is to hunt down your food when you're spending too much time in the woods, track enemies and targets whenever needed, and provide you with nature fun facts that will allow you to survive. His aversion involves connecting with other humans and exposing his vulnerabilities but he has no complaints whatsoever about the challenges in your travels. Besides being antisocial, Hyunjin was a great addition to the team, and he plays his role competently. If it wasn't for him, all of you would be dead by now. That's the main reason why you put up with him. That and the fact that he is pretty cute.

"Couldn't you be less of an ass every now and then? I'm tired! We've been traveling for days! " That's it, Jisung had it.

He storms out of the edges of the woods, where you could get the most out of the moonlight and the least of the monstrous beasts hiding in their lairs. Stepping into the plain, rocky terrain that borders the foliage, Jisung gestures to the ledge ahead of him. It's not much but it's nice, clearly a resting point with its log benches and little rocks framing a campfire. If you listened closely enough, you could hear the faint sound of a flute in the background, a setup rhythm to sign that this was a safe place in-Game. 

Paying attention to their quarreling isn't on your priority list, so you follow Jisung's path but your focus falls upon the horizon. From there, you can see the small village in the distance, and all of the way awaiting ahead of you. The perspective of walking down the valley tires you down, and resting starts to sound more like a great deal and less like a setback.

"Would it be that bad for us to sit down, light up a fire, and bond for once?!" No, it wouldn't. But his hopeful words are met with a hostile snicker.

Another remarking trait in Hynjin's personality was that he stuffed all of his feelings inside his chest, and then he would blow all of it out on you when you least expected it.

Except for this one; all of you expected that.

"It isn't one of my tasks to be nice to you. I'm not prince charming, I'm a hunter, and I'm here to keep us safe" He gushes out, snapping his head around to glare at the younger one, "You're tired? Well, guess what? So are we! Do you think it's easy to put up with your whining ass while trying to not get us killed?! Do you even care?!" Again, sociability isn't one of his most remarkable traits.

"I care more than you do!" Jisung is baffled by his outburst, and being composed was definitely one of his weakest points, "You don't even like any of us! If you didn't need us to get out of here, you'd have left us behind by now, and you wouldn't be giving a fudge if we were dead or alive!" Jisung is usually carefree, and his eyes are constantly twinkling playfully but not now. That's why Hyunjin doesn't come straight back at him, "Would you?" His tone is firm and serious, demanding even. 

"This isn't a game" Deflecting. One of Hyunjin's main abilities.

"You didn't answer my question" Stubbornness. One of Jisung's.

You exchange a worried look with Changbin. Then, his expression shifts to a reassuring one, and he closes his eyes and gestures for you to calm down and trust him.

The self-entitled leader of your team is one of the gentlest guys you have ever met but he is also assertive and more than capable of dealing with a minor incident like this. Despite being smaller than Jisung and Hyunjin, Changbin has an insurmountable frame, equipped with heavy armor and substantial muscles. He imposes respect even when silent, and that's why you don't expect things to spiral down the drain as they did when each one of his hands rests on their shoulders.

"You're right. I'd leave you to rot here at any given opportunity" Hyunjin buries his finger into Jisung's chest and leans forward to meet his eyes, clenching his jaw, "Don't act like you wouldn't do the same. You hate me" Changbin squeezes both of their shoulders, trying to signal to them that it was getting out of hand.

"Now, that's not true, and I think we should all take a deep breath and --" But they weren't interested in what Changbin had to say.

Jisung jumps at Hyunjin like a wild animal. It's so unexpected and it happens so fast that neither Changbin nor Hyunjin have time to react. The impact jerks both of them away from Changbin's grip, who winces in surprise. Before he can do anything else, Hyunjin is knocked to the ground, and there is a sharp snap that cracks the momentary silence before Hyunjin screams in pain and agony. You freeze, and so does Jisung. His hands stay still, buried into Hyunjin's hair, and his eyes run down his opponent shakingly, looking for an exposed bone. He doesn't find any, but he finds a broken bow, and furious, murderous eyes.

When Hyunjin grabs Jisung's hair, engaging in the scuffle, the younger one is already trashing around and pushing his hand against his chin. Kicks and punches are blown left and right, with no precision whatsoever. For a second, Jisung manages to kick Hyunjin off him, nevertheless, they go back to grunting and growling while shifting their positions. Hyunjin buries his elbow in Jisung's cheek in his attempt to roll over. Jisung hits his nose in retaliation. Hyunjin screeches like a pig. Then, Jisung is not on top anymore.

Hyunjin grabs a handful of the pile of ashes in the campfire, and aims for the eyes but ends up hitting his mouth. Jisung coughs and retches, struggling to wipe his tongue while Hyunjin rubs dirt all over his face.

It's getting more ridiculous than worrisome, and you're not sure how to proceed. Was that their idea of bonding time? You lift your gaze to Changbin, who seems to be as clueless as you.

"Get off of me!" Jisung screams, throwing an awkward right hook at Hyunjin's face. It works. Disoriented, Hyunjin rolls to his side, giving Jisung enough time to crawl further away from him.

"You piece of shit!" Hyunjin spits, massaging his jaw before pouncing Jisung again, "You broke my bow!"

As a Bard, Jisung catches onto being sly rather easily. Somewhat prepared this time, he quickly digs for some dirt and throws it into Hyunjin's eyes. He winces but still proceeds to land on top of Jisung, wrestling him. Eyes shut close, Hyunjin doesn't know what he is doing but he does what he can. They roll over and over, until Jisung goes back to being on top of him, triumphantly. Hyunjin groans, trying to wipe his eyes while bending his knees. Then, he grabs Jisung by his arms and launches him, moved by his anger.

Turns out his feelings are stronger than he expected.

Hyunjin hurls Jisung to the edge of the ledge.

"Hey!" Jisung screeches, startled at the perspective of sudden, imminent death, "Be careful!" It's an odd thing to say in a fight, but Jisung doesn't usually play it by the book and he doesn't plan on starting now.

Hyunjin doesn't answer. He takes the moment to rub the rest of the dirt off his eyes, making a point to roll them as Jisung struggles to get up, afraid of falling. Hyunjin opens his mouth to say something, but his words never come, interrupted by a sudden rumble. Jisung's eyes widen in fear, and he tries to push himself out of the edge, failing when the ground below his feet gives in and slides down.

"AAaaaAAah!"

"Jisung!" You and Changbin gasp in unison, petrified by the scene.

"Shit!" Hyunjin screams instead, throwing himself at the edge just in time to catch Jisung's hand.

Silence.

Jisung raises his eyes to stare directly into Hyunjin's. He grips his hand for dear life while struggling to find a place to plant his foot, but the happiness mixed with his despair is audible.

"You do care!"

"Shut up!" Hyunjin groans hoarsely, struggling to help him up.

You race to the edge, Changbin on your tail. Jisung flashes a reassuring smile at the three of you as soon as he finds a firm spot on the fragile soil. You sigh in relief, grabbing his wrist to help Hyunjin out. Changbin extends his hand for him to take with his free one. Suddenly, everything is fine. Jisung swings his arm to reach for Changbin's hand, alive as ever. Hyunjin uses both hands to secure him, acting as more of a teammate than he has ever been before. You feel like things are finally about to work out for the four of you.

And then, it all goes down.

Including you.

It happens too fast. First, the rock under Jisung's foot clicks out of the ledge, and in fright, his body jerks down. His hand slightly slips from your grip, and both you and Hyunjin are eager to crouch over the edge to try and reach for his forearm. Startled, Jisung immediately shoots his free hand to the soil before him, missing Changbin's by a lot. Without your leader's help, it becomes harder for you and Hyunjin to pull him up, especially with his waggling. But Changbin wouldn't be your leader if he wasn't eager to help. Recklessly, he projects himself over the edge, crashing not only his hand over yours but his body onto Hyunjin. And there you go.

It's impossible to distinguish each one of your voices. Screaming becomes a collective activity; grunting and hissing are the only thing you can do on your way down. Part of the fall is soft; the dense foliage, mosses, and bushes act as a handcrafted carpet from nature. Most of it is harsh; the twigs hooking on your hair and cutting your skin, logs hitting your ribcage in the most uncomfortable angles, and vertigo crashing your senses from rolling nonstop. You feel like throwing up but you're afraid to be showered with your vomit at some point, so you hold it in and pray.

"Fuck!" That's definitely Hyunjin.

"Sorry!" Jisung doesn't sound like he means it.

"Shit!" Changbin rolls away from his shield, crushing your body against the ground.

"Ouch!" You cry when his leg unwillingly entangles around yours, and you pivot around him before landing roughly on a rock, "Ugh!" Gravity keeps working on you regardless of your pain.

The fall gets faster and faster as you keep rolling down. Everything is just a blur in front of your eyes, and there is a constant rustle around your head. Your body bounces from moss to moss, log to log, and rock to rock, but you can't tell each one apart. The textures mix together, and every impact feels rock solid and bone-crushing. You wonder if this ride will ever going to end, and then it does. Gradually, it becomes slower and slower, until you're rolling over something soft enough for you to sigh in relief. 

You're alive.

You keep your eyes closed until you're certain your head isn't spinning anymore, then you open them carefully, staring at the starry night falling upon you. It was beautiful. But most importantly, it was your first picture after your near death. By your side, Changbin seems to have the same realization. He slowly turns his head to check on you. When you nod, signaling you're as okay as you could be after that fall, he turns his head to the other side, looking for Hyunjin and Jisung. And there they are, entangled.

"Get off" Hyunjin grunts, rubbing his face in defeat.

"You tried to save me" Jisung states matter-of-factly, with no signs of being moved or whatsoever.

"Shut up" Hyunjin's tone is sharp, but he can't deny the truth.

Jisung doesn't point it out, but you're sure the three of you notice that he doesn't try to justify his actions by saying that he needs all of you to get out of here, even the Bard.

"Watch out!"

Despite your surroundings being pitch black, Hyunjin catches something moving from the corner of his eyes. He involves Jisung in a half-hug, rolling just enough to have his leg ready to kick away whatever threatened to attack them. Being the one with the best reflexes, he also manages to unsheathe his knife, which he holds in position to stab said threat if necessary.

He doesn't need to. Now alert, you catch the shift in the shadows, its quick pace, and the path it intends to trace. You don't let it reach its goal, your body slamming the creature out of its way. 

"You had a knife on you?!" Jisung's voice waves up and down; the realization of how their fight could have turned out hits him, "Oh my God!" He gasps, taking a brief pause, "You so do care about me!" He chirps. Not the time to be excited by that.

"Shut up!" Hyunjin can't waste his time hitting Jisung, so he gets rid of him and stands up as quickly as he can, racing to you, "Fuck!" He groans, reaching out for his missing bow and arrows. He slows down, unsure of how to help you now.

He isn't the best in close combat, you are.

"Out of my way!" Changbin roars.

"I got it"

Changbin's pace slows down until it dies.

Your grip is firm around the creature's throat, and you straddle it, pinning it down to the ground without much effort despite its size. Your eyes roam the figure below you, and it doesn't take you long to conclude: It's a feline but it's nothing like anything you have ever seen. Maybe, you could say it resembled a lynx, not fully grown yet, but still huge. It was definitely something built for the game and the game alone. It was beautiful but deadly. You couldn't stop staring at it.

The eyes were crystal clear, with a faint glow to them; luminescent. It sucked you in and spilled you out, getting you dizzy. Maybe it was from the fall. The ears were pointy and erect, directed straight at you, and white fur came out of them, dissipating the feeling of vigilance that you needed to have. It looked fluffy, and you wanted to pet it. The fur was mostly nightshade blue, sprinkled with a thousand stars, and some sort of dandelions sprouting out of it. You sneeze. Despite your allergies, the fur looks soft and cozy, inviting; practically irrejectable. Laying down and sleeping sounds perfect, but you can't do it just yet.

You had to kill it first.

As if the creature hears your thoughts, its ears flicker. It's just for a second. You're not even sure how you catch it in the dark, but you do. It was a little twitch, a small rotation to the side, and they were back to normal. Almost imperceptible, almost innocent.

Almost.

"Hyunjin, what is this?" He hears the urgency in your tone.

"I'm not sure" He confesses; his eyes studying its frame again.

That's all you need to know.

"RUN!" You command, glaring at Hyunjin and Jisung as you point in the opposite direction you sprint. They're confused and hesitate for a second before following your order. The giant cat follows their lead, "Changbin, cover me!" You don't need to say it twice, the leader is already in your tail.

"Nice catch," Says a voice that belongs to none of them, "A bit too late, though" You snap your eyes up, at where his voice comes from. You find nothing but rustling leaves, "Too slow..." He adds; his voice echoing in the back of your head, "And fairly easy" An obnoxious chuckle to mock you.

"What is it?" Changbin's voice is distant but his arm hooked around your waist is vivid.

You melt under his touch. Not romantically, drugged. Your legs wobble their way down, and your limbs go limp as you feel your body sinking into his arms. His grip tightens, but his arm is no longer around your waist but your armpits. Your knees hover over the floor, and he struggles to support you in this position but doesn't let you go, securing you in one of his arms and occupying his other hand with a gigantic shield. You always thought it was a little too much, and you were right. Now, it was a little too late to comment on it, though.

"Y/N, stay with me" Changbin's voice rumbles inside your head.

You try to answer him, say that everything is fine, that you're just drowsy, but whatever comes out of your mouth doesn't sound too reassuring to him.

"Come on, you're stronger than that"

"She's not. And neither are you" The second voice belongs to the mysterious guy. You raise your eyes, trying to identify your attacker, but your vision is too blurry, "All of you... You're just a joke" Behind him, the distorted shape of midnight blue drags a figure to the ground.

Someone else comes along with it willingly, by foot.

"What the fuck?!" Changbin spits his words with a mix of disbelief and outrage.

"Don't kill them. It's an order" The voice sounds familiar.

Your knees hit the soft grass below them, and your torso falls like a sack of potatoes; your cheek smashing onto the ground. Changbin roars, his rage loud enough for you to hear him clearly. He rushes forward, and his shield falls with a dull sound by your side. Not long after that, falls his body.  

"I don't have to follow your rules here" Pause. The silent challenge goes on for what seems to be an eternity, "Hyunjin" Your mind expands and shrinks, and the newfound information makes you dizzy. Maybe, it was the venom.

"Show some respect" His tone is royal; conceited and superior. He doesn't need to raise his voice to be heard.

Hyunjin throws something at the enemy's feet.

"I figured you were hiding your identity" He doesn't bother to crouch and take the object from the ground. The mysterious figure kicks it away mindlessly, prompting it to roll in your direction. In front of your eyes, it's just a gold blur with spiked edges, "Your highness" He bows.

A crown.

It was a crown.

--

You wake up the next morning knowing something you shouldn't.

And tied, of course

Tightly tied to your teammates.

"An early bird" The mysterious guy smiles at you, petting his cat idly. His smile isn't friendly but cocky, and he arches his left eyebrow to challenge you to say something.

You take a minute to study his figure. Dark hair, dark eyes, sharp features. He is beautiful and deadly, much like his pet.

"A bloody bastard" You smile back at him. A soft chuckle echoes from behind.

"Did you sleep well?" Obnoxious and unnecessary, much like Hyunjin's remarks. They must have been raised together.

"Like an angel"

"Stop bothering her" Hyunjin's voice echoes from behind.

  An early bird. It echoes inside your head. You're the first one to wake up. Yet, Hyunjin's voice comes from behind, fully awake.

It sends a shiver down your spine, and you slightly turn your head to confirm your suspicions. Silky hair falls to your eyes and soft hands struggle to hold yours reassuringly. His back is pressed against you and his wrists are tied, just like yours, Changbin's, and Jisung's. A rope bonds the four of you, a symbol of him being as much a prisoner as the rest of you. Except he is not. He is just playing his plebeian part. Hyunjin leans his head on top of yours, a second attempt to reassure you, to say that you were safe with him. But you don't feel safe, you feel betrayed.

Your stomach crumples and bobs up and down.

"For how long have we been off?" You ask to change your train of thought, to distract yourself.

"Usually, they start by asking my name. Then, I get pleading eyes, sad stories, and begging. They beg for everything. For my pity, a chance to prove their value, and for me to spare their lives" He narrows his eyes at you, freezing your insides. He's catching on, "Sometimes, they ask me what I want. They promise me the world, their loyalty, and vow to serve me" He walks toward you slowly, like a predator, "A few of them are too fond of their pride, and either refuse to speak to me or threaten me to death"

"Would it stop you?" He ignores your interruption. His dagger meets your jaw; the blade skims down the tender skin, "If I did any of these, would you spare me?" You insist, but he just tilts his head, analyzing you.

"Never have I ever been asked about the time" He concludes, pressing the knife further, "So tell me, what makes you so sure I won't kill you?"

"I'm alive" You reply flatly.

"What makes you so sure I won't change that?" His hot breath swipes a few strands out of your face.

"He's alive"

Silence.

Hyunjin's neck stiffens up, and his head is no longer on top of yours, his fingers don't try to caress the back of your hand anymore.

"For how long have you known?" He straightens his back, sheathing his dagger back into his waist. He doesn't sound mad or surprised, he sounds resigned.

"Usually, they start by asking my name. Then, I get pleading eyes, begging me not to say a word. Sometimes, they ask me how much I want to keep my mouth shut" Your grin is obnoxious and nerve-wracking. You know it because he unsheathes his dagger again, "Never have I ever been asked about the time"

"Ha-Ha, so funny" He spits, wrapping his hand around your throat, "It's a shame I don't need a Jester"

"And it's an even greater shame you need me" You sound hoarse, so you stretch your neck, trying to create a gap that would allow you to breathe before clarifying, "To rescue your precious prince" By his looks, you guess Hyunjin is too young to be a king.

The servant clenches his jaw and grinds his teeth; piercing eyes shooting bullets into your head. Then, his gaze shifts to Hyunjin, and his grip tightens around your throat. By the pressure he inflicts, you can't tell if he's trying to give you a scare or kill you. Perhaps, if your airways weren't blocked and some oxygen could reach for your brain, you could figure it out more easily, but he doesn't give you that taste. When the pressure keeps increasing by the second, and you try to take a breath to no avail, the haziness in your mind makes everything clearer.

He's strangling you.

You wriggle your shoulders, moving your arms up and down to loosen the ties around your wrists, to release your hands so you can fight him, so you can fight for your life. It does nothing but worsen your condition. Your throat constricts as you try to pull some air, your vocal cords strain, and a crackling sound leaves your progressively purple lips. Your head feels heavy, your face bloated, and you swear your eyeballs will pop from your skull in no time. When your raspy breaths become more sporadic, Hyunjin realizes that this isn't a simple threat anymore.

"What are you doing, Minho? You're killing her!"

Desperation.

Hyunjin had many reasons to freak out about your imminent death. Not only he would be stuck in this game forever, but he would also witness the murder of someone he more or less knew, maybe was even fond of. With one member missing, there would be no quests to complete,  no time to run, and no place to go back apart from himself. A grave would take place in his soul, where he could grieve not only the life he would never live but also bury his guilt for the life that was taken away from you. In his memories, it would forever be engraved the fact that he chose to have his hands tied, to be incapable of saving you. He would play his decision on repeat. That is, if he wasn't the next victim.

When Hyunjin starts to trash around, your conscience is fluttering away, and you don't have the energy to ponder if he does it to save your life or his.

"Stop it, this is an order!" He utters, his voice breaking in the process.

Minho doesn't stop.

His eyes snap at the prince, and they practically speak for themselves: I don't give a fuck about your orders. He doesn't say it, though. He keeps staring at Hyunjin until he sobs, and then he returns his gaze to you.

"Stop it!" Hyunjin screeches, jerking his body as much as he can so he could release himself, so he could release you.

But Minho doesn't stop.

You take a last glance at your teammates.

Changbin sleeps peacefully, his head pending from his shoulders, swinging back and forth as Hyunjin wriggles. Despite being a Bulwark, Changbin is a heavy sleeper, and you made a note to yourself to never call for him when standing guard. You don't have the means to laugh at the irony that it is now. And it's likely you won't be able to laugh at it later either. When he wakes up, Changbin will blame himself for not being there to protect you.

Jisung is pending to the side, ejected from Hyunjin's shoulder as he tried to wiggle his way out of his ties. Unlike Changbin, he usually wakes up at any cracking wig or suspicious thud, being the scared cat that he is. Perhaps, it was the effect of whatever was in his circulation, but the only signs of alertness coming from him was half-asleep mumbles he let out now and then. He might have been able to tire out Minho with his nagging, maybe, he would divide his attention and buy you some time. When he wakes up, Jisung will blame himself for not being a distraction, and for not playing his part properly. Such an artist.

Then, there is Hyunjin.

"Please" He cries. He actually cries. It's the first time you see him in that state. He's vulnerable, honest, and ugly. His face is twisted in a frown, his nose is running, his face is wet and red, and a string of saliva connects his upper and lower lip. Disgusting, but touching, "Please, don't kill her"

And he doesn't.

Something clicks inside Minho's brain. You can practically see the gears turning, lighting up his dreadful eyes. He looks at you. Really looks at you, and he sees something. Whatever he sees, makes him stop.

"Sorry"

You don't feel sincerity in his voice.

--

There is a reason why you're sleeping with the enemy.

Today was January 2nd.

"And now what?" Jisung throws himself on the bed.

Despite being dusty and smelling like the room hadn't gotten enough sun for the last fifty years, it was a good room. It had too many beds (eight, to be exact) and was a little expensive, but the other option was to split your team into duos, and you didn't trust Minho enough to let him alone with anyone. Also, you couldn't let Changbin and Jisung catch on to what you're calling "The Incident" or else they'd put everything to waste. You needed them to trust Minho even though he wasn't worthy of it. You needed them to work as a team so you could get out of here. And Minho was part of the crew now, whether you liked it or not.

And you didn't.

"Now we find a way out of here. Alive. All together" Hyunjin makes a point to look at Minho when he says it.

"To free ourselves" Minho adds enigmatically.

"To our families" Changbin sighs dreamily, letting his body plop to the mattress.

"To our families" Minho joins in, sitting on his bed.

"But how?" 

Jisung always asks the right questions.

"We complete our quest" They look at you. Hesitating, you clear your throat before continuing. The pain stings and burns, spreading from your fauces to the base of your esophagus but your only reaction is to calmly place your hand over the area, "Which we don't know what it is" You conclude, earning disappointed sighs.

Everyone drifts their gaze, except for Jisung.

"It looks nasty" He comments, grimacing at the rash that covers from the base of your neck to your chest.

"Thanks" You hope the irony will discourage any further questions.

"You're very lucky Minho had an antidote"

His tone does not show the emotions he should be expressing with this sentence. His delivery is flat, unbothered, and unimpressed; qualities that aren't recurrent for Jisung. His gaze shifts to Minho, who doesn't pay attention to him. The assassin lies down on his bed, playing catch by himself, tossing a lime-green crystal in the air, the same color as the forest you had encountered him in. Despite his disinterest in what Jisung has to say and his focused eyes on his extended hand, you're sure Minho catches on to the nuances of his words. What he doesn't notice is the way Jisung stares attentively at his own wrists before laying his eyes on Hyunjin's, and then yours.

"Yeah" Your tone is quiet.

Each fiber of your muscles tenses up as you glance at the prince, who seems as worried as you. When he meets your gaze, his eyes express the truth you don't want to consider: He knows. And as unpredictable as Jisung is, there's no way to know what he's going to do with that information.

"Such a coincidence we ran into him" Electrifying tension, "Who would believe Hyunjin had friends in real life?" Despite being sarcastic, Jisung didn't make any mention to laugh at his own joke, "I wouldn't"  

"Me neither" Minho's comment draws a huff out of Jisung, who stares at him fascinated.

"We're missing the point here"

Thank God Changbin is so goal-directed.  

"I agree" You're quick to join in, searching for more support in Hyunjin, who mumbles his approval immediately in what you call the most failed attempt to sound natural that you have ever seen, "I know it's ugly, thank you very much for pointing that out Jisung, but we should really focus on finding a way out of here"

"Well," Jisung is kind enough to play along, detaching his eyes from Minho to divide his attention between the three of you, "We're in a game" 

"No shit, Sherlock" Hyunjin rolls his eyes, missing the performative wisdom in Jisung's tone.

"Therefore," He stresses out while staring at the prince, "This is all programming, right? There's only one way for them to communicate with us: NPCs. We just have to find someone who'll give us a quest. So let's get up, go out, and ask a few things here and there, as usual"

"It's not that simple" Changbin disagrees, crossing his arms over his chest as he stares at the pale brass-yellow crystal laying on the bed between his legs, "We don't know the background of this game, we don't have any ideas of what we're fighting against, and we don't know our main goal, which means we could end up wasting our time with a side quest" His crystal tarnishes dark when he sighs and his shoulders drop but also iridesce with hope when he looks at each one of you, "We have to find out a bit more about this place" 

"Well, we know that something is happening in these lands, something weird" Hyunjin joins in, playing with the crimson crystal pendant in his necklace, "When I spawned in Ruby Oasis, I had to save an old man. It was just a tutorial to teach me how to use my weapons, you know?" He brings the crystal to his lips, "But when I killed the beasts, instead of thanking me, the man said: Obsidian souls falling upon us like shadows. Bla, Bla Bla, destruction and darkness. You have to bring our light back or something" Hyunjin grimaces, regretting his life decisions.

Mental note: Pay attention to what a tutorial has to say.

"Enlightening" Minho doesn't even spare him a look.

"It really is" Changbin either doesn't get sarcasm or is really good at ignoring it, "At Pyrite Valley, I had to save a miner in my tutorial from a rockslide caused by a mole-like creature that went... Mad. I don't know, it was weird. Anyway, the man mentioned a place called Fallen Skies. He heard rumors about Amethyst being corrupted into Obsidian, but he had never seen it with his own eyes" Changbin gazes at Hyunjin, lost in his thoughts, "He said darker days were waiting upon us, that the counselor had already succumbed, and so would the mines"

"It's funny that you say that" Suddenly, Jisung is on his feet, walking towards his bag at the corner of the room, "There was a commotion at Citrine Mead... A crowd standing in front of the Power Crystal in some sort of collective grieving. I had to play a melancholic song, and a lady approached me, praised my skills, and said I had a pure heart, and that I shouldn't let it succumb to the shadows" He takes a golden, yellow-ish crystal from his bag, showing it to each one of you from afar, "This was glowing" His eyes twinkle with understanding, "But the Power Crystal wasn't. She said it hasn't since the counselor went missing"

Silence.

"Guys, I think I got it figured" Four pairs of eyes land on you.

"Crystal Skies is still glowing" Jisung takes the words out of your mouth.

"But we've been there and we've talked to pretty much everyone. We know they don't have any quests for us" Hyunjin frowns in confusion.

"They didn't have one" You look into his eyes, but Hyunjin doesn't follow your train of thought, "Do you remember that nurse who took care of your leg?" His eyes light up with understanding.

"Weird things were happening around Crystal Skies but we shouldn't be bothered by it... There are challenges one shouldn't take by themself..."

The four of you look at Minho.

"We didn't have a team back then," You mutter along with Hyunjin.

"So I'm the missing key to your quest" His smile is obnoxious, despite needing you as much as you needed him.

"Don't flatter yourself" Jisung rolls his eyes, going back to his bed, "Without us, you'd be stuck in here as well"

"Yeah, but without me, you wouldn't know we needed to do this" Minho points at your gauntlet on your bedside table, nodding his head, "Pick up yours," He says, spinning his crystal between his fingers, flashing you with its emerald-ish hue.

You hesitate a little, aware that detaching the crystal meant not being able to use your weapon for a while. It meant being defenseless in the same room as Minho. He looks straight into your eyes, seemingly reading your thoughts, and then scoffs at the absurdity in them. He didn't have the upper hand now, he was surrounded by four people who didn't trust him enough to let their guard down. Or at least three. And, of course, he was part of the team now. He wouldn't get anything out of tricking you.

"Here," You say; the aquamarine in your hand.

"You guys too," He says while extending his hand, holding his crystal like a wand.

The four of you mimic him.

One by one, the crystals start to glow.

An emerald-ish hue is cast over the ceiling gleaming like rustling leaves in a dense forest. Your eyes go wide, and your mouth falls agape. It's beautiful. But not as beautiful as the golden light mixing with it, like the sun casting its light on a glade. The lights dance together, competing for space, but never fighting each other. They welcome the sparkling light from your crystal, resembling the blueish hue of paradisiac waters. Like a fireball, dominant and majestic, red to purple-ish lights spread over the others, only to give way to the last one. The metallic sheen that comes out from Changbin's crystal brings all of the others together, and the five colors sparkle in their own spot, harmonically.

The light show is spoiled by Jisung, who drops his crystal to the ground, dimming the lights until they vanished.

Like they never existed.

"What the fuck?" Jisung frowns, bending forward to pick it up from the floor, clearly startled by what he had witnessed "How did you know they did that?"

"This means we can finally have a map and access to things we don't have right now. This means we'll have a chance to get somewhere when we finally start this... Quest"

Deflecting.

He definitely spent a lot of time with Hyunjin.

"How did he know?" Jisung mutters to himself,  looking into your eyes, searching for answers that you don't have.

"There's a lady at Peridot Valley, downtown, who'll help us with it. We need a tutorial to do this. Then, we can head to Crystal Skies" 

Jisung has a point.

How does he know that?

"Sounds like a plan" Changbin doesn't care.

"So we're off first thing in the morning" You join in.

And neither do you if it means going back home.

[ujimoo]

Reminders | LF

notes: was this written as an excuse to get my own emotions out and to cry? maybe, we don’t talk about it. 

WARNINGS: bad mental health, mention of voices, crying, snot, 

permanent tag list: @plutominho ( @awooghan ), @soobin-chois 

another note: not edited, sorry for any mistakes! 

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If you could explain how the tears started, you would. If you could explain, how after an hour of nothing but straight crying, and they still hadn’t stopped, you would. But as you sat there, with your legs pushed up as tight to your chest as you could get them. Nothing seemed to help soothe your brain from its incessant torment. 

All you could do was taste the salty tears as they made their way past your lips. And feel the way your hands racked harshly against your scalp in an attempt to feel anything other than the sadness that plagued your mind. 

Everything just felt wrong. The way your clothes felt against your skin to the way that no matter how hard you tried, the voices telling you, you weren’t good enough just wouldn’t stop. No amount of attempts to distract your mind worked, they only screamed over the music you tried to play. Found ways to pick at you as you tried to watch your favourite show. They still managed to mock you for the way you played the game you enjoyed. 

It took up so much of your mind, that you didn’t even notice the door of your bedroom opening. Only snapping partially out of your trance when you felt two arms wrap around you, bringing you into a tight hug.

The familiar scent filled your senses, like a wave crashing over you at full force. And as you crumble into Felix’s chest, you only seem to break down more. A whole new sense of sadness takes over you. 

Not because you didn’t care for him, but because of the fact he had to see you like this and the fact the voices seemed to get louder, telling how undeserving you are to experience the love that Felix seems to possess for everyone and everything he came in contact with. 

His attempts to hush you slip into your ears as he rocks you gently. He sometimes places kisses on your hairline and eventually, the tears slow down. The voices, now bored of their torment, not finding it as fun, especially when his voice seemed to overpower every word they tried to say. 

I’m here. You’re okay. It’s okay. 

You sniffle, wiping your cheeks and your nose with the sleeve of your shirt. It’s uncomfortable and probably digusting,, but it’s better than having to move from his warm embrace. 

Felix places a long lingering kiss on your forehead. He helps to wipe away the remnants of your tears. “You feeling better?” 

You nod your head, burying yourself into his chest. 

“Better now.” 

“Wanna talk about it?” He asks, causing you to sigh quietly as he continues to sway you from side to side. 

“I just���” you go silent. You’re not even sure if you can even trust your own voice. “I just feel like too much, too annoying, undeserving.” 

He cups your face and angles it up so you’re looking at him. His own frown etched into his face. “What’s making you think that?” 

You try to shrug, but your bodies tired and you don’t really want to move out of the position you’re in. 

“The voices I guess,” 

He sighs silently, his other hand going up to cup your other cheek, His thumbs gliding against them in hopes of comforting you– it does. 

“Well, they’re liars.” He holds his gaze on your eyes, “You’re more deserving of happiness than anyone I’ve ever met.” And as fresh tears prickle up in your eyes, he wipes them away too. “You’re amazing, you’re wonderful, you’re talented and you’re so so loved.” 

As you hiccup, you want nothing more than to crumble into his chest again. This time, from the comfort of his words. 

“It’s okay to feel these things, but the voices lie. You are so deserving of a person and no matter what those voices say, that could never be taken away.” 

[planet-dusk]

tw//cnc, coercion

jisungie and coercion in a cnc roleplay scenario has been plaguing my mind for a while... he's all "please, baby? it hurts... i know you want it, too, right? i'll be quick.. promise"

"just the tip, please, baby. i promise. i love you. need you so much. you love me, too, right?"

which he immediately disobeys and slides right in, "why're you so wet, baby? you really wanted this, didn't you?"

"let me cum inside, babe. it belongs in this pussy, doesn't it? you know that."

if u have anything to add i might pass away but no pressure. ily ! i'm glad you're back:)

maesie it's so good to see you,, i hope you're doing well! and leaving such a treat in my inbox? yum <33

🏷️ han jisung x fem!reader. cw ; cnc, free use, breeding, pet names: baby, babe, doll ( 692 w. )

minors dni. for mature audiences only !

jisung gets so desperate when he's needy, and he's just a tad too big for you to not feel the sting without any prep of his fingers; the thought alone makes you wet at the most inconvenient times. so you and jisung came to an agreement: you get to use each other, wherever, whenever. but that doesn't mean it isn't fun to push back a little. feed into his recklessness.

"not now, babe," you manoeuvrer between the spice rack and the stove with jisung clinging to your back. "i'm trying to make dinner here."

"but i need you, baby. i love you. you love me too, right? i need you so bad. please, it hurts," he pleads, bulge pressing thick and heavy against your ass. "just lemme grind against you for a second then, yeah? i'll be quick."

he lifts your skirt and grabs your hips, hungry, fingers making indents in the flesh. his leaking cock slides between your thighs, rubbing against your clothed clit with every rock of his hips.

"that's my girl, so good for me, fuck— i can feel you throbbing trough your panties, baby." he kisses your shoulder, his grip on your hips becoming more insistent. "let me put it in, please? i need to feel your pretty cunt around me. just the tip, okay?"

"sung, the food —"

"dinner can wait," he slides your panties down to your knees and you instinctively push your hips back. the gentle but demanding press of his hand between your shoulder blades lowers you over the kitchen counter. his cock prods at your hole, clumsily in his need, catching on the rim a few times.

the knot in your stomach tightens at the prospect of him entering you raw. it isn't the first time but you know how much the pretense of it riles him up.

"n-no sungie, wait, not without a condom..."

"it's just the tip, baby. i'll pull out, i promise. god, this tiny pussy," jisung groans when your walls give way slowly for the thick head of his cock. you whimper at the burn, caught between the counter and his hips with nowhere to go but take it.

"i know, doll, i know." he soothes you with a kiss to your nape. you gasp when he sinks in deeper, the sting bleeding into a dull throb when he hits that sweet spot nestled between your walls. "'m sorry, shit — this pussy's sucking me right in, baby, i can't help it. want me that bad, huh? you're such a liar."

"'m not," you shake your head, cunt clenching around him at the same time.

"i can feel how wet you are, baby, i know you need this too." his hips slam into yours and he wraps an arm around your chest to lift you up, his long curls tickling your ear. "let me cum inside, babe, it belongs in this pussy, doesn't it? you know that."

his other hand's on your clit now, and you won't last long this way. you're too far gone to give him a proper answer so you shake your head again, stammering a chorus of pleas and moans as your orgasm quickly approaches.

"then why're you creaming on my cock, baby? this tight fucking pussy's begging to be bred," jisung groans, "knows who she belongs to. do you, baby? c'mon, tell me."

he forces his cock as deep as he can and you shudder, holding onto the counter top for dear life as he fucks you towards the peak of oversensitivity.

"y-you," you start to ramble, "it's all yours, sungie-ah, please..."

jisung leaves sloppy kisses all over your neck and shoulder, mumbling filthy words of praise into your skin. "best pussy in the whole freakin' world, gonna fill you up so good, baby, until it's dripping down your legs..."

he cums with a final gasp of your name, then holds you close for a moment. "thank you. i love you," he whispers into your hair, and you squeal in surprise when he spins you around and drops to his knees in front of you.

jisung laughs and presses a kiss to your mound. "dessert first."

© planet-dusk do not copy, translate or repost my works.

[4ranghaes]

hwang hyunjin x reader [fluff, fem terms used (goddess, princess)]

20:13 - the two of you sat in silence, you on one side of the couch, dozing as you flicked through a magazine, your boyfriend was on the other side of the couch, a pencil in his hand, lightly scratching across a large canvas.

he groaned, “i don’t know what to draw.”

you hummed, as if taken from a daze, looking up at him before giggling. he’d rested his head on the back of the sofa, his lips pouty (as they always were) and his eyes big.

“you’ll figure it out, hyunjin, baby. you always do.”

he hummed, seemingly overtaken by an idea as the pencil started moving once again.

“hyunjin,” you groaned, seeing his flitting glances up to your face and back down to the canvas, “are you drawing me again?”

“my muse,” he smiled, your complaints falling upon deaf ears.

“you need to start drawing something else or the critics will become furious,” you joked, going back to your magazine.

hyunjin was distracted as he made a noise of agreement, “yeah, yeah. you just stay right there.”

you sighed, soon running out of magazine to read as you instead decided to watch your boyfriend; his concentrated face as he worked on your portrait. he must’ve memorised every mark of your face by now, he’s painted it enough times.

“a rough sketch,” he finally said, turning the canvas so that you could see. “needs detailing, painting, shading, obviously. but i won’t finish all that tonight.”

a smile grew on your face. he really did seem to capture you in a way in which you knew he loved you. it was a lazy evening, lounging around with your boyfriend after a day of not very much - and somehow, you looked like a goddess draped over a chasé lounge.

“you like it?” he asked, chewing on his lip nervously.

“i look like a princess, hyunnie. it’s gorgeous,” you spoke, hyunjin placing the canvas on the floor and opening his arm up for you to snuggle up beside him.

“you are a princess,” he pressed, stroking your hair out of your face.

“yeah i know, your princess,” you scoffed sarcastically.

“no!” he exclaimed, peering down at you, “well yes. but versace’s princess as well, don’t you know?”

you rolled your eyes, laughing at the idea, “i don’t think it works like that, hyunnie.”

“well, i’m the prince, and i say it does so, sorry, you’re the versace princess now,” he shrugged, kissing your temple and holding your body even tighter against his, “donatella’s your mother-in-law now, i don’t make the rules.”

[soobnny]

another year with you — lee minho. established relationship. extreme fluff (0.5k words)

“Dori, you’re gonna wake him up.”

Your whispers mix together with your giggles as Minho stirs in his sleep. There’s a tickle on his nose. Dori’s tail, he assumes.

He simply nuzzles his face deeper into his pillow in response to the commotion, grip tightening around your waist to keep you in place.

It’s one of his first day offs in a while, and he fully intends to spend it in bed all day with you.

“Minho.” You sheered, running a hand through his hair. He habitually leans into your warmth. “Happy Birthday.”

Dori keeps kneading at the pillow he’s using. Soonie and Doongie seem to have joined not long ago, pooling just by your legs.

Minho grumbles, moving his head so he’s facing you. Though, he doesn’t think he could have ever prepare himself for the sight he’s subjected to.

The sunlight pouring through your shared room bathes your face in a beautiful hue, soft smile on your face.

“Hi.” Your voice is still in a whisper, not wanting to startle him out of the small comfort of your bed. You can see the way his eyes start to open wider, blinking away the sleep. Slowly.

“What do you want for your birthday?” You ask. His lips look plump, pressed together as he keeps his eyes on yours.

He has tells when he’s deep in thought, tongue running over his bottom lip with a slight furrow on his eyebrows. His hand moves from being draped around your waist in favor of tracing the moles on your face.

Dori meows from next to him. Soonie and Doongie have moved to occupy the space between you.

“I have everything I need.” He finally mumbles, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your lips. Soft, romantic, and lovesick.

You pull away, though unsuccessfully as Minho chases after your lips. “‘M not done kissing you.”

“Mmm.” You hum against his lips, hand moving to play with the ends of his hair. He grew it out recently, admits he likes the way you pull on it.

It lasts a few heartbeats, and Minho exhales when your lips leave his. His eyes are still closed as he cements this moment. He’d film it if we could, running it over and over and never getting sick.

Quiet mornings with you and his cats on his birthday. He feels his heart grow.

“I love you.” The boy rarely says it first, loving in the shadows, but he ponders over saying it more when he sees the way your eyes light up and the way you have to bite down on your lips to suppress your smile.

You feel too fumbly to respond right away. Though, Minho doesn’t take too lightly at the silence that follows.

“Say it back.” He whines, and the pout on his lips solicit a breathy laughter from you. You gently reach out to cup his face, running a hand over his bottom lip.

“I love you too.”

He smiles. Slow blinking from his doe eyes.

“You’re twenty-five.”

Foreheads pressed together. Noses nuzzling. Soonie meows.

“Another year with you.”

Minho wouldn’t want it any other way.

[oddinarylani]

𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ↴

��� 𝓸𝓽8.

'we hardly ever hug' w/ best friend skz.

'i wish you just cared about me' w/ arranged marriage skz. (part 1) (part 2)

epilogues to 'i wish you just cared about me' (part 1)

'you don't want me' w/ skz. (part 1)

✞ 𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷.

10:58 pm.

✞ 𝓵𝓮𝓮 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀.

✞ 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓫𝓲𝓷.

✞ 𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓷.

1:14 am.

✞ 𝓱𝓪𝓷.

✞ 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓲𝔁. 

7:12 am.

✞ 𝓼𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓶𝓲𝓷.

✞ 𝓳𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷.

[emithecharmer]

Marry Me?

Chan didn't care about anything at the moment, except you that is. The way you fit perfectly in his arms, the mold of you curving perfectly where he held you, like you were the missing puzzle piece.

He hadn't even noticed when he had started crying, but he came to when he felt you move to cup his cheeks.

"What's wrong, baby?" You pout slightly, your brow furrowed, and God, your voice.

"Can I keep you?" He sniffs, chuckling at how pathetic he sounded.

"Hm?" You smile, running your fingers through his hair.

"Like forever, you can't leave." You exhale through your nose and shrug.

"Sounds good to me." He smiles and pulls your head back to lay on his shoulder, his arms tightening around your waist. His hands dip under your shirt, rubbing leisure circles on your hips with his thumbs.

An hour passes by before either of you talk again.

"..I'm gonna marry you." Chan says, making you hum, blissfully.

"I can't wait." He smiles, pressing a kiss to your hair. You close your eyes again, relaxing into his calming presence. You're confused when you feel his hands pushing something onto your finger, lifting your head up to see a ring on your ring finger. You blink a few times before looking at Chan.

"You.."

"Marry me?"

[yup-thats-me]

"let's see kids who can hug mamma the first!" Your husband told or rather commanded your twin boys as the three came back from their grocery run.

Your two sons giggled as they ran towards the house and the thirty-something-old kid (your husband) too ran with them. The only visible difference being was that he was taller and was carrying three to four bags with him. He, same as his kids, had that stupid little smile on his face.

When the door barged in and her kids ran to your side, Y/n couldn't help the smile that made its way to her lips. Putting down the cup of coffee she was holding, she stumbled back a little by the force as the two little humans hugged their mother like their lives depended on it.

Smiling, Y/n was caressing her two boys lovingly. What she did not expect was to see her husband as well to join in on the group hug and forcibly make his way into the middle making the kids grumble in dissatisfaction.

"That's not fair, dad! we came first!" Your kids whined.

The man gave them a smug grin. "You think? You little seaweeds wouldn't be here if I did not come first, you know." He blew raspberries at the kids. "Also, did you not know your mother loves me the best?"

His comment earned him a smack on the head from his beloved wife. The man held his head in feigned hurt and looked at Y/n like she just betrayed him in the worst ways.

The boys laughed at their father but were quick to ask, "Do you really love Dad more than us, mama?"

Smiling she pecked the two on their cheek, and her husband too to make him stop pouting. "Well...it may be partially true."

It was the kids turn to look betrayed. "But mom!"

Y/n giggled. "I do love you boys. I love you two so much. How can I not when you are literally a part of me? I love you two." She caressed their cheek.

"But as much as it's true that you two are a part of me," she continued, "I wouldn't be able to have you with just myself. It is thanks to your father that I am given such a beautiful gift." she smiled, her eyes shining with a sadness that is not melancholic. It was the realization that her kids would someday leave her. Of course they would, they are bound to. And when they do, she'd be thankful to her husband who stayed.

Her husband smiled at her and gave his kids a nod. Upon the command, the three hugged Y/n out of the blue and greeted, "Happy mother's day momma!"

Y/n was brought back to the present, she smiled, a few tears pricking her eyes. "Thank you, boys," she kissed their cheek. "We have brought you some food as well! We'll go bring it!" The two got up and ran to the kitchen to bring whatever they brought as a gift for their mother.

In the meantime, Y/n's husband snaked a hand around her waist, pulling her close. "Thank you, baby, for being the mother of my children. Really, thank you." And this time, her husband was speaking from the bottom of his heart

[beesspacedotorg]

Third Leg?

Summary: after spending time with Minho after exams, you remember something he said in the heat of the moment about your packmate Jeongin. You decide to confront Jeongin about it, because after all, what's the worst that can happen?

Warnings: sex. uh. poly ot8 and reader. more omegaverse. continuation of Dibs but can be read on its own. breeding kink?? manhandling ??? reader is lowkey a brat, uh. Jeongin's dick is huge. I actually don't know what else to add, so let me know if there's another thing I should put in here. reader is an omega but gender and genitals are unspecified as always

notes: I got possesed by a demon when I was writing this. I don't even have a breeding kink. Also if the title is bad, no. this is my first time writing Jeongin, so if it's bad no it isn't. this is his very late birthday present. Happy Birthday, King.

to read: Dibs

In most things, you try to be reasonable. It does not come easy to you, it doesn’t come easy to most people. You wish your pack would be more understanding of this sometimes. You know that’s an unfair thing to say about, to say to, your pack, but you can’t help it. You really don’t want to, you really can’t spend Jeongin’s rut with him. It’s the middle of the semester, you’re still convinced the Luna doesn’t like you, and you’d prefer not to think too hard about your relationship with anyone else. You’re comfortable with Hyunjin and you’re comfortable with Changbin. Everyone else, you think, couldn’t care whether you were around or not.

“That’s unfair to think, dove. Of course they want you around. We want you around.” Hyunjin says, he’s holding your face in his palms in a way that he often does when he talks to you.

“I know, but I really don’t feel comfortable yet, it’s only been a couple months, and it took me so long to get used to being around you.” You huff and you can feel a heat forming behind your nose. “I just really- I don’t want to spend Innie’s rut with him. I can’t.” Hyunjin hums affirmingly and swipes a finger under your eye to cut off a tear, but otherwise makes no comment about your crying.

“You want them to stop pushing,” he says, and you nod at him.

“I want them to stop pushing.”

“Okay. I’ll see what I can do. But, please don’t say we don’t want you around. We do. At the very least, I do. Okay?” You nod at him and smile slightly as he kisses your nose, it turns into a laugh when he gets insistent, peppering kisses all over your face until you’re shoving him off and smiling wide at him.

-

“So.” You have a spoonful of cereal halfway to your mouth when he comes into the kitchen. In all reality, you aren’t supposed to be here. You only stopped by for a quick snack before you went to head into work, but then there was something at the shop so your boss told you to stay home. You’d intended to detour to the campus library instead to catch up on some homework, but between your first and second bowls of cereal you had switched out of your outside clothes to sweats and an old t-shirt, and now you’re standing three feet away from Yang Jeongin.

“So?” You set the bowl down on the counter.

“You don’t want to spend my rut with me.” You draw your shoulders up to your ears defensively. You think something in your scent must turn sour because you see Jeongin wrinkle his nose.

“Wait, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not mad or anything. I just wanted to know if you’d tell  me why.” You pause, picking up your spoon and stirring the milk around the bowl, listening to the clink clink clink of metal on ceramic. Something about his question confuses you.

“If?”

“Yeah, ‘if.’ I don’t want to pressure you for information if you’re not ready to give it. If you’re uncomfortable with spending my rut with me, that’s fine. If you don’t want to tell me you’re uncomfortable, that’s also fine.”

“I don’t want to tell you why.” He shrugs. You’re surprised at how easy that was.

“That’s fine. I have another question though.”

“Hmm?”

“Could we hangout, or something? Before you steer clear of the house for a week and a half, I want to spend time with you. Unfortunately,” he rolls his eyes, “I’ve come to enjoy your company and if I don’t spend some time with you I might do something drastic.” He’s slowly approaching you now, crowding you against the counter. He’s given you plenty of time to walk away or move, but you haven’t, so he continues.

“Drastic, you say.” He hums, taking your bowl and putting it in the sink, not bothering to rinse it out.

“Drastic like breaking every single door that separates the two of us just to make sure you’re safe.” He wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder, nose against your neck. His hair smells like baby powder, like his shampoo that you and Hyunjin sometimes steal. You can feel him shake with laughter when your scent changes with arousal as he gets in your space.

“You’re easy.” You hit his back slightly.

“You’re mean.”

“Will you hangout with me, though? I was mostly serious.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll hangout with you.”

“Great,” he says, and you let out a small shriek as he drags you in the direction of his room. The door is halfway closed when he yells across the house.

“I call dibs until my rut starts!” You can hear the groans and complaints through his now shut door.

-

So, you spend time with him, both before and after his rut, and nobody comments on how annoying it is that you’re monopolizing his time like you thought they would. There’s a point where Hyunjin interrupts you because he wants Jeongin’s dick in his mouth, and when you move to leave, they both start complaining. (You left anyway, not being ready for that just yet, but the idea made you feel warm regardless.) 

You don’t get to spend much time with him after that though, because then you have Minho and exams flooding your vision and your senses, and while one of those things is enjoyable, the other isn’t and for two seconds you’d like your brain to be off. Just for two. That time comes and it’s as you’re waking up from your post-fuck nap with Minho that it hits you.

“You said Innie was talking about me during rut?”

“What? Sweetheart, we just woke up.” Minho is rubbing his eyes, smacking his mouth, and blinking cutely. You feel the urge to pinch his cheek but worry that would land you in hot water so you just poke it instead.

“Yes, I know, I know, but. You said Jeongin was talking about me during his rut.”

“Yes? Why do you sound so surprised? You’re our Omega after all.” You flush again at his casual claim on you, he keeps catching you off guard with it.

“He never mentioned it to me.” Minho yawns and slings his arm over your waist.

“You were busy, of course he didn’t mention it to you. Besides, you seemed so … hesitant to spend his rut with him in the first place that he probably didn’t want to mention it at all.” You frown, brows furrowing as you think about it. You move to get out of bed when Minho stops you.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

“To talk to Jeongin.”

“It’s too early for one, and for two. I have some things planned for us.” His hand wanders up your shirt.

“But-”

“I thought you had learned enough to stop arguing with me? Does your mommy need to teach you a lesson?” He says this, but he’s not holding you back. If you wanted to, you could leave this bed and camp outside of Jeongin’s door until he woke up. But you don’t. You don’t even know what you want to say to him, and Minho is tracing soft circles on your skin and you’re struck with undeniable want. You ease yourself back into bed.

“That’s my pretty Omega. So good for me, hmm?”

-

You don’t get to talk to Jeongin until several days later. You’re too busy sleeping like the dead for a day and a half, then Chan steals you away for a celebratory dinner date, then when you finally get the chance to talk to him, you walk into his room and find him and Yongbok making out, so you’ve had to curb the conversation for later, until now.

“Innie!” He’s slipping his shoes on.

“Yeah?” He never ties them, you notice, ties them once and then slips them on and off over and over again.

“Where are you going?”

“On a walk.”

“Great.” You walk over to him and shove his jacket off his shoulders, then kick at his feet until he takes his shoes back off, and start dragging him to his room.

“What.” He’s confused despite the fact that he’s the one who let it get this far.

“I want to talk to you.”

“Okay?” He sits down on his bed, patting the spot next to him so you can sit too.

“Minho mentioned that you talked about me during your rut.” It comes out of you in a rush. Jeongin’s face flushes red. He covers his face with his hands, his huge hands with their stupidly long fingers.

“Ah. Yes. I did. Are you upset?”

“Am I up- Am I upset?” You’re incredulous. “One of the hottest men I’ve ever seen and one of my Alphas wanted me during his rut and you think I’m upset?”

“Okay, to be fair. You didn’t seem too thrilled about the idea of my rut to begin with.”

“I was new to the pack!”

“You’d been with us for three months!”

“Like I said, new!” He huffs and knocks you onto your back, laying across you in the way you’ve seen the others do to him.

“Why did you come to talk to me about it?” You flush at his question and you can hear his little chuckle. The members joke that he learned how to be mischievous from Minho and Seungmin, and you’ve never seen it more than right now.

“Oh? I see.”

“Don’t be mean.”

“Minho hyung says you like when people are mean.”

“Minho said what?!”

“I’m kidding, he refused to tell us what you two got up to, but now I know that I’m not too far off.” You grab a pillow from behind your head and smack him with it. He moves himself until your noses are touching and smiles at you. You smile back and poke around his face until your finger lands in a dimple.

“You want me to fuck you, is that it?” His voice is soft, low, because of how close he is to your face and he smirks when your scent fills the room. 

“You do?” You nod at him and he tuts.

“Minho’s taught you better than that.” You huff and pout at him. He laughs and kisses you.

“I’ll let you get away with it because you’re cute.” You beam at him and he smiles back.

He starts with kissing you, because of course he does. It’s soft and sweet and a little hesitant and it’s similar to the way you’ve seen him kiss Yongbok, but different from the way you’ve seen him kiss Seungmin and you’re struck with the realization that he sees you as something soft and precious. That he’ll hold you with the same amount of delicacy he uses to hold Felix and your heart stutters in your chest for a minute.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” He’s pulling away, looking at you with wide eyes as your scent changes. “Did I hurt you?” You shake your head at him, pulling him close for a hug for a minute as you calm yourself down.

You’ve never had a pack before, your culture has moved away from it. You had to move from your family for school and since then you’ve been relatively alone. It’s been a while since you’ve felt loved, and when you’re faced with the sheer amount of it the eight of them have to give it overwhelms you every time. He hasn’t hurt you, it’s the opposite.

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“Ah, I see. Hyungs’ said you might cry a little. That’s okay. Do you want to stop?” You shake your head at him, answering with a verbal “no” after he stares at you pointedly. You lean in to kiss him again and he responds with the same gentleness he did before and you can feel yourself slicking up in your pants. You hear him take a sharp inhale and then you feel his grip tighten where his hands were resting on the side of your face and neck.

“Jesus, I can see why hyung keeps you to himself all the time. You smell so fucking good.” He stops kissing you to start making out with your neck, you can feel him starting to scent you and you tug at him, whining.

“Innie-”

“Yeah, I know, but-” he cuts himself off with a groan and you can feel his hips press into yours and dear God.

“Is that your leg?”

“No.” You whine again. There’s no fucking way his dick is that big. You tell him so.

“Well. Prepare to eat your words because it is.”

You huff at him again, and really, he should spend less time around the more sarcastic pack members because his attitude is making your eye twitch. He sees it and smiles mischievously at you before landing a soft peck right below the same eye.

“I’d like to see how you handle Hannie or Seungmin hyung. They’re worse than I am.”

“They also probably move faster than you do.” He grumbles at you at that and gets to work undressing the two of you. He’s sliding his hoodie off when you’re filled with the urge to bite his biceps. They’ve gotten bigger since you’ve been introduced to him and you think it’s crazy because you hardly ever see him work out. Suddenly, there’s a large palm against your forehead and any forward movement you had started is quickly stopped.

“What are you doing?” You can feel your teeth click together as your mouth closes and you blink a couple times.

“Nothing.” He squints at you.

“You were going to bite me, weren’t you?”

“No.”

“You’re a liar!” You’re being manhandled now, and you refuse to go down without a fight. You grab a pillow and nail him in the face with it.

“I am not! I’ve never- don’t pull my hair- I’ve never lied!”

“You’re doing it right- why are your nails so fucking long- right now!”

“Nuh uh!”

“Did you just fucking- ow! What the hell?” You finally manage to get your teeth on his arm and it’s just as great as you imagined it would be. Your victory is incredibly short lived because between one second and the next Jeongin has you pinned to the bed. Your cheek is pressed against the mattress and he has your arm twisted in a way that’s mildly uncomfortable, but that’s overshadowed by how you can feel him pressed against you to keep you pinned. He’s all lean muscle and you can feel where his shoulders press against yours and where his cock is pressed against your ass and if you tilt your hips just right, you can feel him brush against your slick hole.

“Oh? Does my pretty Omega want something?” You can hear the laughter in his voice. You can also hear how it’s dropped three octaves and you can feel it rumbling from his chest. You can feel how his cock is starting to leak against your skin.

“Jeongin-”

“I think,” he grabs your other arm, pinning your wrists at the small of your back, “that if you want anything you should beg for it.”

“Innie, you’re not being fair-”

“I’m not being fair? You bit me. I have you pinned. If you want anything from me, you’re going to have to work for it.” You turn your head into the mattress and let out a small sob, wiggling a bit in Jeongin’s hold. His hands loosen on your wrists and he lifts his weight off of you enough that you could get out if you wanted to. Minho did this too, gave you signals with his body to let you know that it was okay to not want it, the problem is that you do. You like how Jeongin has you pinned, and you like the humiliation that’s going to come with begging for it.

He notices you haven’t moved and so his grip tightens on your wrists again. You feel the chuckle he lets out as he presses his weight down onto you again and you know your scent must be doing something because he inhales with his nose pressed straight against your neck.

“Get to begging, baby. I have all night.” You whine at that, wiggling and trying to push your hips back against his to fuck yourself onto his cock, but he pulls his hips back, readjusts until you couldn’t reach his cock unless you dislocated something and he laughs at you.

Jeongin does have all night, it turns out, because you spend a considerable amount of time with your forehead pressed into the mattress trying to will the shame that comes with wanting out of your body. At one point, he asks you if you’re alright, dropping the act for a bit and when you respond he resorts to taunting you.

He’s doing it now, taking his ridiculously large dick in his hand and gathering some of the slick that’s leaked between your legs to jerk it. You can hear the wet noises it’s making and you can’t help but think of how much louder it would be if he were actually fucking you. It turns out that your Alpha was thinking the same thing because he starts talking, and each word chips away at the lump in your throat.

“Fuck, you smell so good, baby. Your slick is so warm, I bet it’d be warmer if I got it straight from the source, yeah? What do you think? You’re leaking so much you’ve made a wet spot on the bed, maybe I should fuck that instead, since you wanna be stubborn.” You whine in response.

“No? You don’t want me to do that? I think I should. Or should I just finish on your back?” Your next answering whine is more of a wail.

“Oh, I see. You’re a little cumwhore is that it? Want me to come inside of you? Hmm? Get our Omega pregnant?” You moan this time, drooling onto the sheets. Jeongin grabs your head and turns it to the side so he can see you better, or so that you can see him and how he’s about to waste his cum on you instead of in you. The drool smears onto your cheek and you can feel your eyes start to well up with tears because you know he’s close.

“Please.” It escapes from you in a pathetic whimper and the hand that was stroking his cock pauses.

“What was that? I don’t think I heard you.” You know he did, but you also know that if you don’t repeat yourself and beg good enough he really will make good on his promise to finish on your back and leave you there.

“Innie, Jeonginnie, please. I want- I want-”

“Want what? Hmm? A slice of cake, a new Minecraft update?” You huff at his mocking, but it’s too wet to really hold any weight, and you can feel your lip wobbling, so you’re not surprised when what you say next is more of a sob than anything else.

“Your cock. Jeongin, Alpha, please. You said you wanted me during your rut, don’t you want me now?” It’s a low blow, and even through your desperation you know that, but you’ll do what it takes to get him to finally stick his huge dick in you.

“Oh, baby. I do. Don’t worry.” His fingers are searching for your entrance, stretching you out just enough for it to not burn too bad, but you’re so wet, and both of you are so needy, you know that you’ll just have to deal with the pain of not preparing for his stupid dick later because you want it now.

“Then,” he made the mistake of letting go of your wrists to grab your hip instead, and you ball your hands into fists and hit the bed in frustration, “why aren’t you fucking me?” He huffs a laugh.

“All that and you’re still giving me trouble? You’re lucky you’re cute, Omega. So lucky.” You start to kick your feet at him but you’re stopped by the fact that he’s slowly starting to push into you, making a home for himself inside your body and slowly forcing the breath from your lungs.

It burns, and you expected it to with how unprepared you were, but it feels good and you don’t care so that will have to be a later-you problem.

“Jesus, you feel so good, baby. Better than I imagined.” He starts a rough rhythm right off the bat, and you’re needy enough that it doesn’t bother you, besides, you’re pretty sure he was edging himself earlier, so he’s entitled to this.

“Felix hyung and I talked about it, you know. When I was in rut. You left.” The last part comes out as a soft growl, and he coughs to get himself in check before pressing a soft kiss between your shoulder blades.

“You left and I thought about how warm you’d feel inside. Felix wondered too, said he wanted to know how sweet you were.” You hear him chuckle. “Y’know I got him to come untouched from just talking about you, pretty baby?”

You gasp, letting out a shuddery moan at that, and you hear Jeongin laugh above you. You were already halfway to delirious with how good he was fucking you- hard enough to shake the bed and bang the headboard against the wall- but something about knowing that the pack wants you always makes you just that much wetter, always makes your head that much lighter, so you can’t help but clench down around his cock and get everything around you soaked with more of your slick.

“Jeonginnie, Alpha, I- please- I want to-”

“Yeah, yeah, go ahead, baby. I won’t make you beg for this one.” He presses himself down against your back, knocking your knees out from under you so you’re flat against the bed and have nowhere to go, nothing to do but take it.

“The next one, though. I make no promises.”

The new angle has you going dumber than you were before and you can feel Jeongin’s breath in puffs of hot air against your neck. You whine at him, moaning as you’re trapped underneath his body and when you come it’s with white spots dancing across your vision. You’re just coming down when you feel him start to pull out and you surprise both yourself and him with the growl that comes out of you.

“Yang Jeongin, so help me God if you do not come inside of me-” He shuts you up by doing just that, bullying his knot into you until it pops and rolling the two of you onto your sides so you’re not laying in the multiple spots of wet that have stained his sheets.

“You’re bossy.” It’s said against your hair while his stupidly big hands come up to massage the crick in your neck that’s finally made itself present. “How do you get away with that when you’re with Minho hyung?”

“I listen to him. Mostly.” He pinches you, you pinch back. You sit in silence for a minute.

“Was it good? Or, as good as you imagined?” You try not to sound insecure as you say it, but you know that you’ve probably missed the mark.

“Better. Way better.” He kisses the spot he was just massaging and winds his arm around your middle. “Nap time. You’ll need your energy when I get you back for being a little shit.”

“I wasn’t.” He scoffs at you.

“Yeah, sure. And my name is Chan.”

“Hi, Chan, how are you?”

“Cancel what I said earlier. The second we aren’t locked together anymore I’m kicking you out.” You laugh at him.

[lonelystczennie]

“I Like Being Yours”

Chan x Reader

Summary: Just a lil blurb about making Chan blush in the morning

Warnings: Suggestive, not proofread

A/N: Hey, I actually posted over here again!

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"Morning." Chan's voice is low and raspy with sleep, his smile crooked against his pillow as he grins at you. "Sleep okay?"

"Mhm, even with your snoring." You said teasingly, stretching slowly.

You roll over to sit up next to him in the bed, huffing from the minimal effort. Staring down at him dreamily.

Chan’s stretched across the bed, body lax as he basks in the morning light that streams through the bedroom curtains. He's wearing a pair of loose shorts and nothing else, as usual for him, giving you a glorious view of his toned chest and arms.

"What's that look for?" He asked, even though he knows perfectly well, he can read your eyes better than anyone, but he still likes to hear you say it.

“I just like you.” You said simply, making him grin.

“Yeah?” He chuckled, reaching a hand over to rub your hip soothingly. “How come?”

“Cause you’re cute, and funny,” You lean over him, punctuating your words with the barest of kisses to his lips. “And sweet, and sexy, and kind, and handsome.”

“Sexy?” He blinked up at you in surprise.

“Yeah,” You chuckled. “What?”

“I don’t know, you’ve just never called me that before.” He said, blushing lightly.

“Well, we need to fix that, because I think you’re very sexy.” You said, sitting back up to look at him. “I think you’re sexy when you drive with only one hand, so you can hold onto my thigh or hand. I think you’re sexy when you’re focused working on a new song, and of course when you perform. And when you work out, cause I remember that you could throw or push me around if you wanted to, but you don’t because you’re a gentleman, which is also super sexy.”

His face flushed an even deeper shade red.

“And the little noise you make when we kiss.”

“What?!” He laughed. “What noise?”

“You make this cute little hum noise.” You grinned.

“Okay, I think I get it.” He said, hiding his face in pillows in embarrassment

“But I’m not done yet!” You giggled. “I also think your eyes are sexy, and your voice, and your laugh-”

“This list is getting long.” He complained.

“Well, that's because I think everything about you is sexy.” You said.

“Really?” He looked up at you softly.

“Yeah,” You said, pulling him closer. “I think my favorite though, is when you refer to yourself as my boyfriend.”

“Yeah?” He grinned up at you. “You like that?”

“Yeah,” You leaned in closer, letting your lips ghost over his as you spoke. “I like being yours.”

“I like that too.” He breathed, silencing you with a deep kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, gently carding your fingers through his hair, earning a contented hum from him.

You broke away with a breathless laugh.

“You just made the sound.” You giggled against his mouth.

“I’ll do more than that.” He promised, flipping you over onto the mattress.

Tags: @bethanysnow

[planet-dusk]

Catching lix fucking one of his plushies 🥺

🏷️ lee felix x fem!reader. cw ; sub!felix, perv!felix, mommy kink, masturbating with a plushie, getting caught, cumplay, oral (f), degradation, praise, name calling: slut, pet names: lixie, baby ( 2k w. )

minors dni. for mature audiences only !

felix couldn't help it. he really, really couldn't — there was nothing in the world that'd stop him from getting hard at the mere thought of you, let alone the scent of you.

he buried his nose deeper into the soft fabric of his togepi and took another whiff. he could picture you on top of him, slowly travelling down, taking his cock into your mouth. you'd know exactly what to do. you always know.

the massive plushie had been a gift from you. you'd won it at the summer carnival and had promptly handed it to him. you're the best trainer i know, you'd winked before you were dragged away by changbin to get more cotton candy. the sight of changbin's strong arms wrapped around your waist was burned into felix' memory.

it should've been me. he cuddled his togepi even closer, the irony not lost on him. i should be the one kneeling at her feet each night.

felix had harbored a crush on you ever since chan came up with the brilliant idea to convert their spare room into another bedroom to save on their monthly bills. another housemate to split the rent with had sounded great to felix, until he'd met the person he was going to be sharing a roof with.

"y/n, fuck," felix gasped, palming himself over his shorts. his cock ached and was starting to leak precum already. he always got so hard thinking about you.

the perfume he'd stolen (borrowed, he corrected himself) from the bathroom filled his nose. it was all too easy to close his eyes and pretend it was you in his arms. your hands traveling into his boxers and squeezing his cock. your fingers gliding along his shaft slowly, teasing...

but even with your scent surrounding him the nagging voice at the back of his head kept reminding him you weren't really there. no matter how hard he squeezed his cock, he couldn't get it right. felix let out a frustrated noise and kicked his shorts and boxers off, swinging his leg over the yellow plushie. he moaned when the pressure on his balls made him jerk upwards, rutting his cock into the soft fabric. the friction it provided was delicious, a little rough against his flushed tip, a jab of dull pain shooting pleasure up his spine.

"yes, yes, ahh fuck, y/n, mommy," he whined, holding the plush down with both hands to settle into a rhythm. he was already too far gone to feel embarrassed now, sticky precum darkening the fabric while he rutted against it like a dog in heat. images of you flashed in front of him, your pretty mouth, your plush thighs...

"'mmgonna - ahffuck, y/n, i'm cumming, please, please." his blond hair fell in front of his eyes and his thighs were shaking from exertion, "please let me cum, mommy - ah!"

his entire body trembled violently, ropes of hot cum defiling both his plushie and the sheets underneath. it took him a moment to catch his breath, chest heaving, finally squeezing out the last drops of cum with a shaky hand.

"what the hell, felix."

your voice rang through the air and it felt like a bucket of ice cold water got dumped over his head. felix scrambled to cover himself, pressed the togepi against his body in a feeble attempt to hide his twitching cock, grimacing when he felt his own warm cum stick to his skin.

"y/n - i'm so sorry, this isn't, it isn't what it looks like - i'm..."

he was rambling, and he knew it, mortified and waiting for your shocked expression to turn into disgust.

but it never did. instead, your gaze drifted from the plushie to his face and back down, a slow grin spreading over your pretty features.

"do it again."

"w-what?"

"i said, do it again."

you stepped into his bedroom and closed the door behind you, sitting down at the foot end of his bed.

"are you still hard?"

felix felt his entire face grow hot, from the tip of his nose to his ears. "yes, but —"

"i saw everything, felix. i heard everything."

he looked down and saw a pink flush spreading to his chest, contrasting with the yellow plushie still pressed tightly against his front.

you came closer and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. "and it was the hottest thing i've ever seen," you whispered, catching his wide-eyed stare. "so i'm telling you to do it again. or do you need some help from mommy?"

felix' eyes fluttered shut. mommy. as if in a dream, he moved slowly, floaty and fuzzy and almost unable to believe whether this was real or just a figment of his imagination. he straddled the plushie again, all too aware of the heavy weight of your gaze on him.

"just like that, lixie," you cooed. "heard you moaning my name when i came home, found you in here rutting against your plushies like a pathetic slut —"

felix whined and rolled his hips in search for more friction.

"you like that? like it when i call you a slut?" he nodded and you moved to kneel next to him, watching him closely. "how long have you wanted this?"

"since the first time i saw you," he admitted, ducking his head down to avoid your gaze.

"and you've been doing this while you could've been riding my thigh instead? what a shame."

felix groaned. the thoughts you were putting inside his head made his cock twitch against the plushie. he realized how crazy he must be looking, nearly cumming again to the thought of you, like a needy pervert who can't keep it together.

"look at me, felix." you waited until he met your dark gaze, "here's what you're going to do: you're going to make yourself cum again, and i'm going to watch you, and if you're lucky i'll let you watch me."

felix' swallowed hard. getting to watch you get off was a privilege he'd never thought he'd be granted. involuntary, his movements sped up, his eyes falling shut again and pants and moans in the shape of your name tumbling from his lips.

he reached his peak fast, chanting your name over and over just like before. you watched him quietly with sharp eyes, how his hot seed covered the plushie in long spurts. it was even more than last time, so thick and glossy the fabric couldn't soak it all up. it stayed there as an vivid remainder of his shame.

"get off." you motioned for him to move, pulling your own pants and underwear down, and felix noticed the strings of arousal sticking to your panties. his softening cock twitched when he tucked it between his thighs and tried to cover it with his small hands, kneeling on the bed and waiting for your next move.

you straddled the plushie and felix gasped at the sight of your leaking pussy coming into contact with his cum. you rolled your hips experimentally, nose scrunching when the friction rubbed your clit just right.

"feels nice," you hummed, "and you made such a mess lixie, i can feel it."

felix blushed again, but you continued, "such a waste... you could've cummed inside my pussy yourself. now mommy needs to do all the work."

you dipped a finger in the remaining cum, showing it to him before lifting your hips and thrusting it deep inside your cunt. you moaned and started rolling your hips again, grinding down on your the heel of your palm.

felix watched in awe, unsure of where to look; at your face scrunched up in pleasure, at the hand between your thighs, the muscles straining to keep moving...

suddenly, you rolled over onto your back and let your legs fall open. even from his position at the end of the bed felix could smell your arousal, so close and inviting yet so far away. you were so wet your juices covered the insides of your thighs, your slippery fingers barely able to stay on your clit.

felix thought you'd forgotten about him, so he kept quiet, hands still covering his now throbbing cock. his legs were starting to ache from the kneeling position he was in but he didn't dare to move.

"lix, come," it was the first time he'd heard you sound anything else but poised, a desperate note lingering in the air, "come here."

he crawled closer to you, giddy excitement filling his chest. would you let him touch you? would you really let him?

"you've been so good, watching me," you murmured, "watching mommy make her pussy all nice and wet. but mommy needs your help."

felix beamed at you. he'd do anything you ask him to.

"will you let mommy use you to get off, baby?"

"anything you need, mom—," he said, heat spreading to his ears again.

"you can say it, lixie. do you want to make mommy feel good? be a good boy for mommy?"

felix let his head drop against your knee and groaned. he felt like he'd vibrate out of his skin if he didn't get to touch you soon. "please, mommy, use me."

"stick your tongue out."

his whole body shuddered, then stayed frozen for a second, too caught up in the dawning realization: he wouldn't just get to touch you, he'd get to taste you. a low moan started deep in his chest and he let his tongue loll out of his mouth, waiting for your instructions.

"look at you, such a perfect, eager boy for mommy." you smiled at him and he felt a pleasant heat spread through his body. then your hand came up to tangle in his blond locks and he forgot the world around him.

all felix could taste and smell was you, his face pressed into your cunt and kept there by your strong grip on the back of his head. you rolled your hips from his chin to his nose while he stiffened his tongue so you could use him just the way you liked. his hands fisted the sheets and he groaned into your pussy, feeling his own cock grow so painfully hard he thought he'd combust. he pushed all thoughts of his own pleasure away and focused on the way you rode his face; how he was forced to lap up every delicious gush of arousal; the sounds you made; the whispers of his name inbetween moans.

all he wanted to do is please you, his mommy, make you cum over and over again on his tongue. his fingers. his cock, if you'd ever let him. mortified, felix realized he could cum just from this. he whimpered when you tugged on his hair harshly and he started fucking his tongue into your hole, feeling it flutter while his nose rubbed your clit. he knew you were close and doubled down on his efforts, determined to give you the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life.

he felt it before he heard you, the shake of your legs followed by a chant of his name which sounded like music to his ears. you rode out your high with his face still pressed into your cunt, his tongue now lapping lazily at your clit to help you come down until you gently pushed his head away.

felix hovered over you and you caught his sated smile, his chin still covered with your release. you laughed and shook your head. "what the hell, felix," you repeated your earlier words, and tugged him down next to you. "we're doing that again."

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