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[feelbokkie]

Sire, Sire

Feeltober Day 8

genre: fluff and slight crack

pov: 2nd person

description: Changbin wants you to sing for him, and you get to pick the song.

pairing: Changbin x siren!reader

warnings: none

word count: 807

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It's a sight that's not uncommon in your relationship with Changbin. You standing with him holding your hand while he's on his knees. If anyone else was in the room, they would think that he was either proposing to you or apologizing for doing the unthinkable. But in reality, he's just whipped.

"Please!" He begs, slightly tugging on your arm. "Just one song?" Changbin had gone out with the boys and had a few drinks. He came home tipsy, begging you to sing for him. When you refused, he got down on his knees and held your hand in his.

"Binnie," You say softly, stroking his hair.

When you first met Changbin, it's like he had his own version of a siren song and you fell in love almost instantly. He was unlike any man you met before. He was warm, great at listening, and always made sure to give you space to be yourself. And the best part? He wasn't under your spell. You were so nervous at first about singing around him because you knew that his feelings for you wouldn't be his own, but a spell used by generations of sirens before you to manipulate men to their deaths. And while most sirens no longer use their powers to kill, many of them still use it to control. And you hated it. Sure, you've done it in the past with some of your relationships, but it always left you feeling hollow inside and made you second-guess every relationship in your life.

You were careful of your tone around him, making sure nothing sounded even remotely close to you singing. And then one day, Changbin decided to surprise you at your house while you were cleaning. Your window was open and he heard you singing along to a song. When he showed up, acting only slightly more clingy than he normally was with you, you realized what had happened. You couldn't just break up with him, the effects that he would suffer as he would slowly experience would have only been worse if you didn't stay near him. So your plan was to cut ties with him once the spell wore off and move away. But as the week turned into weeks, you became increasingly worried that he was suffering a weird side effect that some men have. You were careful to not sing around him again, but his feelings towards you hardly changed. In fact, he was more into you than before.

"You know I can't be sired anymore so there's no harm." He pouts. "I just really want to hear you sing."

You think for a moment, weighing the options. You know it's safe for both Changbin and all of your neighbors. Changbin helped you soundproof your apartment when you realized how thin the walls are after an incident with an innocent recent university graduate who lived next door.

"Fine, but I choose the song," You sigh, faking a stern look.

"Yes! Whatever song you want." Changbin gets up from the floor and drags you to the couch, stumbling a little bit.

You slide your phone out of your pocket, looking through karaoke versions of songs, waiting for one to jump out at you while Changbin stares at you with loving eyes. Your thumb freezes as you see a familiar name, a smirk creeping up on your face.

"Okay, I found one." You sit up straighter and turn to Changbin, the video loading on your screen.

Changbin continues to stare at you with a stupid smile on his face and a slight twinkle in his eyes…The poor idiot has no idea what song is about to play.

The opening notes of the song begin to play through your phone speakers and you almost miss the twitch that blinks across Changbin's face. As more of the song plays, his smile slowly drops as he realizes what it is.

"Wait no, not that song." He quickly snatches the phone out of your hand and turns the song off.

"You agreed that I could choose the song." You laugh, louder than you intend to.

"Yeah, but not one of Pdnim's songs. Anything but that." He groans.

"But 'Fever' is so fun." You giggle as you poke his sides.

"Y/n, please. One song, not by that man. I will pay you."

"Am I a jukebox?"

"Wait no. That's not what I meant."

"I'm offended," You fake pout, turning away from him.

"Fine!" He panics, handing you the phone back. "Fine, you can sing it. But just this once."

You turn back and smile, kissing his nose as you start the song over again.

"Yeah, yeah," He waves off like he's annoyed. But the dopey, 'in love' look he had earlier is back on his face. "I'm sure it's going to sound better with you singing it anyway."

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Taglist

@amyyscorner @puppysmileseungmin @veedoesntknaur @itsseohannbin @marked-unknown

@honeypaintedskies @jaydebow @want2besomeoneelse @lanatheawesome @starlostastronaut

[apple-kiwi]

Skz Calling you clingy

Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, I.N.

Warning: Angst, meanie lee know, Hurt/no comfort, drinking is mentioned, reader is stood up

Authors note: Sorry this took forever to come out, I've been busy and hadn't felt like writing much. You guys are gonna hate me for this one.

Part 2

Not proof read.

Word count: 947

Your 2nd anniversary with Lee Know was 2 weeks ago but Lee Know was too busy so you couldn't celebrate, and you don't blame him, you were busy too. So today you and him were meant to go on a date to celebrate the late anniversary. Except he hasn't shown up yet and you're starting to think he isn't gonna. You thought he might have lost track of time but it's late. You were starting to get self-conscious; were people looking at you? It didn't help that you were dressed up all pretty, waiting for a man who hadn't shown up.

You had already sent him about five messages asking if he was okay and where he was.

There was still no response.

However, your message showed that it had been read. You were beginning to feel anxious, fidgeting with the utensils on the table. You checked your phone again, hoping for a reply, but there was nothing. You decided to text him a few more times. You had already sent him about five messages asking if he was okay and where he was.

There was still no response.

However, your message showed that it had been read. You were beginning to feel anxious, fidgeting with the utensils on the table. You checked your phone again, hoping for a reply, but there was nothing. You decided to text him a few more times. Still no response.

After about an hour you realize he isn't coming and you leave the restaurant with a heavy heart, feeling dejected. You had dressed up all nicely just for the occasion, and yet he had left you hanging. If he'd texted you saying something came up at the company or something you would have understood but no, he read your messages but hadn't bothered to respond.

Once you arrive home you are instantly met with the sight of a tipsy-looking Lee Know sitting on the couch eating takeout, looking as if nothing had happened. He didn't seem to notice you at first but as you slammed the door behind you he looked up, noticing your presence. He looked unbothered, a stark change from your upset state.

“Where were you?”

Lee Know didn't answer immediately, instead, he continued to munch on his food, almost unbothered. "I was drinking with Changbin and Hyunjin at their dorm,” he replied after a while, his tone nonchalant. This only makes you even more mad.

“So you read my messages and chose not to respond to them?” You ask, already losing your temper at how unbothered he looked.

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah, I saw them but I was busy,” he said, still eating. He seemed dismissive about your frustration, making no effort to apologize or reassure you.

“So did you forget or just choose to ignore my messages?” You ask, feeling hurt by his dismissiveness.

Lee Know finally stopped eating and let out a sigh. "Well, I didn’t exactly forget your message,” he admitted, a slight hint of annoyance in his tone. You were being clingy as usual, and I didn't feel like dealing with it. "

Lee Know’s words stung you; after waiting on him for over 2 hours in a pretty dress, wearing the perfume he likes, he had the audacity to call you clingy. "So you purposefully left me hanging," you replied, your irritation escalating, "I was waiting for you at the restaurant, dressed up and all for our 2nd anniversary, which was 2 weeks ago mind you, and you were busy drinking with Changbin and Hyunjin?" You continued, your voice getting louder. "But no, you decided not to respond to any of my texts, you let me sit all alone in the restaurant, couldn't even bother sending an 'I'm busy' or a 'can't come' text?"

Lee Know seemed to be getting irritated himself now, setting his takeout container aside. "Why are you getting so worked up? It's not a big deal,” he said, dismissive. "You're always like this, all clingy and needy."

His words were like salt on the wound, and you felt your eyes tearing up. "So I'm clingy for wanting my boyfriend to keep his plans and show up for our anniversary celebration? Our anniversary that was 2 weeks ago. I get that you're busy and I waited, I waited 2 weeks for this date and you didn’t come. I would’ve understood if something important came up, I would’ve even understood if you would’ve just told me you didn’t want to go, but no, you stood me up.”

Your voice cracked as you continued, the hurt evident in your tone. "And then you call me clingy and needy? For wanting some respect and consideration? For wanting you to treat me like a priority the same way I do you?"

Lee Know ran his fingers through his hair, frustration etched on his face. "You're over-exaggerating. I don’t get why you're making such a big deal out of this. So I couldn’t make it this time, so what?” He crossed his arms, his tone still indifferent.

"You're acting like a brat,* he muttered under his breath.

Even though he muttered it you still heard it, “Oh really? I am? And you're acting like someone who needs to get their priorities straight!” That was the last thing you said before storming out of the house.

Your anger reached its peak as you stormed out of the house, leaving Lee Know sitting alone on the couch. He watched you leave, looking slightly taken aback by your sudden outburst. But he made no effort to stop you, he just sat there and let you walk out. He hadn’t realized it yet but he messed up.

Big time.

[jz12luvscl16]

Ribbon,Bicep,trend!!

Summary : basically this trend with skz!but just a little change!

pairing: skz X gn!reader

Bangchan

•you just come up to him with the trend randomly like he's just chilling in the living room and you just jump out of nowhere

•when you tell him the trend he just nods not even paying much attention until you pull him to record the video and he's like ???????

•and then you just show him the tiktok and tell him your gonna add changes to this! and go to grab the ribbon and your lipsticks!

•honestly he'll just look at you like just look at what your doing cause he still has no clue (he's a boomer)

•and then you tell him that I'll tie this ribbon Nd I'll kiss your bicep! cause it'll make the video look more aesthetically pleasing 🫶😎🎀

•"oh" that's all Chan has to say :] "well what about you kiss my Face too ? ;]" "your face won't be in the video chann!" (>:[ sad chan)

•he just sits on the bed and he's looking at you applying the lipstick like :) patiently waiting for you :)))

•and when you're done you walk up to him sit next to him and just start kissing his bicep and he's like🥴 smiling and blushing like craaaazzzyyyyyyyyyyy

•you tie the ribbon around his Bicep and get your phone

•and well he's trying his best to maintain a serious face but he can't when he's blushing so hard from looking at the lipstick stains!

•and yes he breaks the ribbon in first try and your like :o! and he's just smiling and flexing his muscles!

•and when you post the video it blows up! cause its so cute! you can see Chan smiling like crazy!

Minho

•you both were laying in the bed on a Sunday afternoon scrolling your phones and then you found the trend and you were like WE NEED TO DO THIS THATS SO CUTE!I WANNA DO IT OMGGGG!

•You then look at Minho with 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 and he's like no.

•after an hour of pleading begging whinning and throwing tantrums he finally said "okay *Sigh* yeah whatever lets do it 🙄"

•acts like he's annoyed by your begs and everything but internally smiling because he just loves when you beg or whine!

•you kneel sitting beside him as you kiss his bicep as he just looks at you with a smirk. his ears slowly turning red-ish in colour

•and you tell hi! the trend and bring the ribbon and lipsticks and he's just sitting on the edge of the bed like😮‍💨 "can't you be quick you're wasting my time" and your like 😐😒😒

• you tie the ribbon around his bicep and turn on the camera"lets see how much musculos you got huh?!😎" and he's like " whatever I can pick you up with just my hand"

•well breaks the ribbon on the 3rd try and your like "weak musculos!"

•and he just pulls you and you fall on the bed! he climbs on top of you and throws your phone to a side. "what did you just say huh?" as he smirks. rest lies in mystery

• well when you upload the video the stays go BOOMBOOMBOOOOMMM "GIRL I WANNA KISS THAT BICEP SO BAD" "I WANNA RECREATE BUT THE ONLT PERSON I HAVE JS DELULU" and your like 🤷🤷🤷😎😎🎀😭😭🫶

ChangBin

•so you tell him the trend and he'll be sooo happy and excited cause he knows he'll break the ribbon he got those huge muscles 💪🏻.

•and when you tell him that you'll kiss his bicep he's like even more happy!!!

•he will sit on the edge of bet acting like a crazy teenage girl in love like he'd be soo sooo soooo excited!!

•like out of all of the members I think he'll be the most happiest and excited member for this trend!!

•and you apply the lipstick when you kiss his bicep he's like "🥺can I have a kiss here too"pointing at his lips and you're like awww but no!

•he goes 😽😽 when he looks at the stains on his bicep as you tie the ribbon!

•And you start recording AND OFCOURSE HE BREAKS IT IN FIRST TRY! And he's obviously gonna proudly show off his muscles!

•AFTER YOU POST IT HE'S SURELY GONNA GO LIKE DID YOU SEE Y/N'S NEW TIKTOK???!!

HyunJin

•he and his dramatic ass I swear he'll go from an asshole to a whole romantic person who'd look at you with literally heart eyes

•sooo you goo to him with the idea and he'll firstly give you the side eyeing and you're like hold on stop with your eyes.

•you just go and grab the stuff until he's done with his attitude! and when you come back he's looking at what your're doing like😃😃

•complains about the lipstick shade because "the colour is not good enough to be on his bicep"

•you come back with another lipstick shade and he's like no not this one and you repeat this like until you just bring the whole box of lipsticks to him!

•and when he finally selects the "perfect shade" he tells you to apply this with a satisfactory smile

•you just look at him like I'm so done with his spoiled ass and just apply the lipstick

•you pull his arm a little closer and start to kiss his arm and he'll just admire you like literally he'll just have so much love for you he'll look at you with so much love like omg!

•and when you're done you tie the ribbon and grab your phone to start recording

•and he'll be like yeah that's too easy until he tree his best to break the ribbon well after like somewhat 4-5 tries he breaks it 😭🫶

HanJisung

•so you come to him like excitedly jumping like OMG OMG THIS TREND IS SOOO CUTEE LETS DO THIS HAN! HAN HAN HEAR ME OUT OKAY OMGGG!

•Like my lady chill out my man is just so confused cause he was literally laying down on the bed like he has no idea what you're talking about

•like he's so confused like SERIOUSLY HE IS IN ANOTHER WORLD AMD COME EXPLODING LIKE OMGG

•when he comes back to the world and you calm down a little you'll tell him the idea!

•and when you reached to the kissing part he instantly said yes like you were halfway through explaining and he was like yeah let's do it Right Now

•come on like he's so inlove with you and he loves the idea of showing you off to the world cause you're his, like any chance he gets he'll show you off! (cause he has the greatest and the prettiest s/o)

•you apply you're lipstick and come to him. he'll just get so carried away like he'll pull you to kiss him instead of kissing his bicep!!😭

•you somehow managed to stain his arm and tie the ribbon and record the tiktok and he breaks the ribbon on first try

•well you dont know about the tiktok but yeah you're for sure cuddled up with him after recording!

LeeFelix

•i think he's the least dramatic member out off all of the!m like he'll simply just do the tiktok without any tantrums or drama like yeah he's a good boy 😭

•so you walk up to him and you go like "hey you wanna do this tiktok-" "yeah I'm in"

•and you're like okay Les do it and start to apply the lipstick

•you come back to him and stain his arm and he's just smiling like the cutiehe is

•you tie the ribbon and start to record

•well you both just end up laughing at his attempts to try to break the ribbon well that was not the plan but you still posted it cause it was very cute!

•and people blast you with comments like "aww felix and s/o are so cute🫶🥺🎀" "omg! I love the way you both are so happy together!" "do more trends it's so cute"

Seungmim

•seumgmin will just say no to you like instantly

•you come up to him and tell him about this tiktok- and he was like "No" as soon as he hears tiktok he said no

•you were like pleaseeeeeeee 🥺🥺🥺 and yet pleading for like an hour he still says no

•so you stare at him and grab the pink ribbon and when he wasn't paying attention you tied him fully. you tied his arms aNd waist so he could not use them!

•he looks at you like 😒😒"let me go you kidnapper" you just look at him with a evil smile as you run and get your lipstick

•you apply the lipstick and start to kiss his face and then the neck and then his hands. painting his body with lipstick stains!

•he'll instantly blush he'll try to hide his smile but he says while laughing "Hey stop it! what are you doing" he loves it but wont say it!

•and then you post a video captioning "this is what you get when you don't agree with me!" and the tiktok just BLASTS LIKE SERIOUSLY CAUSE IT WAS SO SO SO SOVSOSOOOOOOOOOO CUTE OMGGG!

Jeongin

•so you both were cuddling and scrolling tiktoks and then you come across this trend and it really catches your eyes cause your boyfriend had those muscles and was super cute! so why tf not!?!

•you look at him and looks at you "can we 🥺" "alright*sigh*"

•so you go get the pink ribbon and a lipstick you apply it and come towards jeongin he looks at you and then at the ribbon

•you kneel next to his arm as you started to leave the kissstains and he is confused and so red like he's blushing hard! "hey-woah what are you doing?!" he says like shyly! blushy shy baby

•amd you're like I wanted to add kiss stains cause they'll look cute!😚🫶

•he will be so blushy the whole time! and you tie the ribbon and create the video! and it ofc hits!

•(and he without any effort easily breaks the ribbon)

that's it I hope you liked it!

requests/asks open!

(English is not my first language)

[hannie-roses]

Love in the line of fire

Pairing: Seungmin x fem¡reader

Synopsis: Y/N never expected her quiet, life to be turned upside down by Seungmin, the most frustrating guy she’s ever met. With his sharp tongue, annoying sarcasm, and habit of always being right, Seungmin seems determined to get under her skin.The two can’t seem to spend a moment in each other’s presence without clashing. But as circumstances force them to work together with a shared project. Y/N begins to see seungmin in a different light. Beneath his biting remarks are moments of surprising vulnerability and kindness that confuse her a weird kindness. And maybe, just maybe, the reason she can’t stop thinking about him isn’t because she hates him — but because her heart is starting to betray her.

Genre: Romance, Enemies-to-Lovers, smut, hardcore degradation¡

Etc: Emotional growth, misunderstandings, vulnerability, and the fine line between love and hate. MINORS DNI

Word count: 15k

Y/N tapped her pen against the edge of her notebook, glancing toward the clock and praying for the lecture to end. Just as the professor launched into another tangent, the seat beside her creaked, and she didn’t have to look to know who it was. Seungmin. Of course. He always had a way of showing up when she least wanted him around. Without a word, he slid into the chair like he owned the place, tossing his bag to the floor with that same careless confidence she found maddening. “Still pretending to not care?” he muttered under his breath, barely glancing her way. Y/N exhaled through her nose, gripping her pen tighter. “Do you ever shut up?” she whispered sharply. Seungmin leaned back in his chair with a lazy shrug. “Not when you’re this fun to mess with.”

Seungmin’s grin didn’t waver, but his eyes darkened, sharp and unyielding. “Wow, someone’s feeling bold today,” he shot back smoothly. “Must be exhausting trying that hard to stay relevant when no one actually cares.” He leaned closer, voice dropping just enough to sting. “If you spent half as much effort on your grades as you do on these weak comebacks, maybe you wouldn’t be clinging to a B-minus like it’s a lifeline.” Y/N’s jaw clenched, but the smug glint in Seungmin’s eyes told her he knew exactly how deep he’d cut and that he was enjoying every second of it.

The collective groan from the class did nothing to calm Y/N’s nerves. She tapped her pen nervously on the desk, praying—please, not Seungmin. But, of course, life wasn’t that kind.

“Y/N and Seungmin,” the professor read aloud.

Her heart sank like a stone.

“No way,” Y/N muttered under her breath, but the professor’s sharp glance silenced any further protest.

“You two will coordinate where and when you meet,” he continued, oblivious to the glares she and Seungmin exchanged. “And given the size of the project, you’ll need a consistent place to work. Off-campus is probably best.”

Seungmin leaned over, grinning like a cat that just cornered a mouse. “Guess I’ll be seeing a lot of you for the next two weeks. Your place works, right?”

“No,” Y/N hissed, her voice low and tense.

“Unless you plan on coming over to my place every day, I suggest you rethink that,” Seungmin said smugly. “I have roommates, remember? Way too loud for serious work.”

“And you think I want you at my house?” Y/N shot back, her pulse pounding.

“Not really,” he replied, flashing a smirk. “But it’s that or fail. Your call.”

She clenched her jaw so tight it hurt. Before she could snap back, the professor interrupted. “Enough. Either work together, or get comfortable with an F.”

As the bell rang, Y/N grabbed her things and stormed out, but Seungmin followed right on her heels. “This’ll be fun,” he said, far too cheerful for her liking.

“Fun?” she spat. “The only fun part will be when these two weeks are over.”

“Aw, come on. It’s not that bad,” he teased. “Two weeks, your place, no distractions. What could go wrong?”

“Everything,” Y/N muttered, marching ahead—but Seungmin’s voice trailed after her, smug and infuriating as ever.

“Careful, Y/N. I might grow on you.”

She whipped around, glaring at him. “In your dreams, Seungmin.”

“Plenty of room for that in two weeks,” he said with a wink, leaving her fuming as he strolled off, whistling like this was all a game.

Y/N stared after him, heart pounding with frustration—and something else she wasn’t ready to name. Two weeks of Seungmin in her house? This was going to be a nightmare.

That evening, Y/N sat on her couch, scrolling mindlessly through her phone, hoping to find some miracle excuse to cancel this nightmare of a project. But just as she began to delude herself into thinking she could fake being sick for two weeks, her phone buzzed. A new message. From him.

Seungmin: Be there at 7. Try not to cry about it.

Her fingers twitched over the keyboard. She wanted to tell him to go to hell—or, better yet, to find a different partner—but the professor’s warning echoed in her mind: Failing. Forty percent. No excuses. With a growl of frustration, she threw her phone down and glared at the ceiling.

Her front door rang at exactly 7:00. Of course. Punctual and annoying, as always. She stomped to the door, wrenching it open to find Seungmin leaning against the frame, duffel bag slung over one shoulder and a grin plastered on his stupidly perfect face.

“You’re right on time,” Y/N muttered, arms crossed.

“Impressed?” he asked, stepping inside like he owned the place. “I aim to please.”

“No, you aim to annoy,” she shot back, closing the door a little harder than necessary.

“Close enough,” he said, kicking off his shoes and scanning her living room. “Cozy. I like it. So, where’s the workspace?”

“In the dining room,” she muttered, leading him to the table she had already set up with books, notebooks, and a few pens. “And keep your stuff over there. Don’t touch anything else.”

Seungmin dropped his duffel onto the floor with an exaggerated sigh. “Bossy, bossy. We’re going to have so much fun.”

“Yeah, can’t wait,” Y/N said flatly, flipping open the book they had to analyze. “Let’s get this over with.”

He pulled out a chair and sat across from her, leaning back with that smug expression she already hated. “So, what’s the plan, partner? Or are you just winging this?”

“We split it in half. I handle character analysis, you do themes,” she said without looking up.

“Yawn,” Seungmin responded, drumming his fingers on the table. “How about we both do everything? It’ll be easier if we bounce ideas off each other.”

“That’s your definition of ‘easier?’” she scoffed.

“Yup. I get to show off how much smarter I am. You get to keep up if you can.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “I swear, Seungmin, if you make one more cocky comment—”

He leaned forward, cutting her off with that same infuriating grin. “Relax, Y/N. You’ll survive. Probably.”

“Oh my God, I already regret this,” she groaned, dragging a hand down her face.

Seungmin pulled the book toward him, skimming the first page. “What are we working on first, genius?”

Y/N shot him a glare but decided to pick her battles. “Fine. We’ll start with the protagonist’s flaws.”

“Perfect,” he said, smirking as he tapped the book. “Flaws are my specialty.”

She gave him a deadpan look. “Yeah. That, I believe.”

For the next hour, they bickered over every minor detail—whether the protagonist’s decision was reckless or necessary, whether the author’s message was subtle or obvious. Every suggestion Y/N made, Seungmin found a way to challenge. Every time she pushed back, his smug grin only grew.

“You like being difficult, don’t you?” Y/N snapped after another argument about a minor character’s importance.

“Not my fault you’re wrong,” Seungmin replied, effortlessly flipping the page.

“You are unbearable,” she muttered, scribbling in her notebook with enough force to rip through the paper.

“And yet,” Seungmin said, not missing a beat, “here we are. Stuck together. For two whole weeks.”

Y/N glared at him, determined to ignore the little flicker of heat that surged in her chest. She hated him. Absolutely hated him.

So why was she starting to think that two weeks might not be long enough?

Seungmins POV:

Seungmin leaned back in his chair, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, his sharp gaze locked on Y/N. She was hunched over her notebook, scribbling furiously like the fate of the world depended on it. And honestly? Watching her spiral into frustration was the most entertaining part of his day.

He twirled his pen between his fingers, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. There was something almost addictive about pushing Y/N—like winding up a spring just to see how far it would snap. Most people couldn’t keep up with him, but she gave as good as she got. And that? That was rare.

“So,” he said slowly, voice laced with mock interest, “are we really going to sit here and act like your little analysis makes any sense?”

Her pen stopped mid-sentence. She lifted her head, fixing him with that deadly, narrowed stare that said she was two seconds away from throwing the book at his face.

“You’re joking,” she said flatly, but the dangerous edge in her voice said otherwise.

He tilted his head, flashing her a grin that had irritated more people than he could count. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

Y/N leaned back, arms crossed tightly over her chest, radiating annoyance. “If being insufferable were a career, you’d be CEO.”

He laughed, low and smug, as if her insult was the funniest thing he’d heard all day. “If that’s the best you’ve got, these two weeks are going to drag.”

“They already are,” she shot back, the venom in her voice making his grin widen.

God, she made this too easy. The way she bristled at every word, as if her whole mission in life was to prove him wrong—it was almost impressive. Almost.

“Look,” he said, leaning forward just enough to make her shift uncomfortably. “We can sit here and argue all night if you want, but at the end of the day? I’m still going to be right. Might as well save yourself the trouble.”

Her jaw clenched so hard he could practically hear her grinding her teeth. “The only thing worse than working with you is that you actually believe you’re always right.”

“Not always,” he said with a cocky shrug. “Just when it matters.”

She let out a frustrated groan, muttering something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like an insult. He didn’t care—if anything, it only made his grin grow. He drummed his pen against the table, letting the rhythmic tap fill the tense silence. Two weeks. She’s stuck with me.

And the way she glared at him, as if every second spent in his presence was a personal offense? Yeah, this was going to be the most entertaining project of his life.

“Let’s just finish this,” she grumbled, flipping the book open with a huff.

“Oh no,” Seungmin said, settling into his chair with a lazy smirk. “This? We’re just getting started.”

Seungmin leaned his elbows on the table, chin resting on his hand, watching Y/N pretend he didn’t exist. Her pen scratched furiously across the page, her jaw tight with irritation. She was probably imagining setting him on fire. If looks could kill, he’d already be six feet under.

The thought made him grin.

This wasn’t just any school project—this was two weeks of uninterrupted, front-row tickets to every scowl, eye roll, and exasperated sigh she had in her arsenal. And for some reason, knowing he could irritate her with so little effort made the whole ordeal worth it.

But the silence between them was too tempting, too perfect to leave untouched. He tapped his pen on the edge of her notebook, just enough to make her pause. “So,” he said, voice light and teasing, “how long are you going to pretend that ignoring me will make me disappear?”

Y/N’s head snapped up, her eyes blazing with a mix of hatred and exhaustion. “If I concentrate hard enough, maybe the universe will do me a favor.”

He smirked, leaning closer until their faces were inches apart. “Hate to break it to you, but I’m not going anywhere. You, me, this project? We’re in it for the long haul.”

Seungmin could already feel the headache forming behind his eyes, and it had Y/N’s name written all over it. She sat across from him, muttering under her breath as she flipped through pages, acting like she could outwork him through sheer willpower. He watched her, amused, as she bit the inside of her cheek—her tell whenever she was pissed but trying to keep it together.

God, she’s so predictable. Every time she tried to ignore him, it was like dangling a challenge in front of him. And if there was one thing Seungmin didn’t do, it was let a challenge go unanswered. Two weeks. He had two whole weeks to get under her skin, and he’d be damned if he didn’t make the most of it.

She thinks she can just steamroll me? Cute.

He tapped his fingers rhythmically on the edge of the table, each little sound like a ticking bomb waiting to go off. Y/N’s eyes flicked toward his hand, then away, as if acknowledging him would only make it worse.

“Come on,” he thought, watching her squirm. Take the bait, Y/N. You know you want to.

And right on cue, she slammed her pen down with just enough force to make it bounce. “Can you not?” she snapped, her voice strained with that particular kind of irritation reserved just for him.

He grinned, enjoying the way her frustration simmered right beneath the surface, begging to spill over. She makes this too easy.

“Sorry,” he said, not sorry at all. “Didn’t know focus was such a fragile thing for you.”

Y/N shot him a glare so sharp it could’ve sliced through steel. And just like that, there it was—that fire he knew all too well. The one that made this project more than just an annoying grade—it made it entertainment.

Admit it, Y/N. You love this game as much as I do.

“Look,” she said, her voice tight and clipped, “the sooner we finish this, the sooner we don’t have yo be around eachother.”

Seungmin leaned back in his chair, pretending to think it over. “Tempting,” he said lazily, “but where’s the fun in that?”

She let out a breath, long and heavy, like she was two seconds away from strangling him. And for a split second, he wondered what it would feel like to really push her past her limit—what it would take to see her lose that tightly controlled composure completely.

Careful, Seungmin. Too far, and she’ll actually murder you.

Still, the idea made him smirk. “Two weeks,” he reminded her, voice low and smooth. “Better get comfortable. We’re just getting started.”

Y/N let out a frustrated groan, rubbing her temples like dealing with him was a full-time job. And Seungmin? He was loving every second of it.

This is going to be fun.

Day 5

Y/n POV:

Y/N sat on the edge of her bed, chewing the inside of her cheek as Seungmin lounged across the floor of her room, flipping through his notes like he owned the place. She hated how comfortable he looked, leaning back against her bed frame, one leg stretched out, the other bent just enough to tap his stupid pen against his knee. Every movement he made was irritatingly relaxed, as if this project wasn’t suffocating her sanity more with each passing day.

It had been five days. Five long days of Seungmin’s sarcasm, smug smirks, and infuriating comments. Five days of biting her tongue to keep from losing it completely. She should’ve been ready to scream by now. Should’ve been counting down the hours until they could submit the project and be done with each other. And yet…

Her heart did this weird little flutter every time he smirked at her. And that was new.

She clutched her notebook a little tighter, glaring at it as if the page was responsible for the uncomfortable sensation growing in her chest. It made no sense. None. She hated him—or at least, she thought she did. So why, in the middle of an otherwise perfectly normal afternoon, did her heart stutter when he absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair? Why did the sound of him quietly clearing his throat make her stomach twist?

This was bad. Really bad.

“You know,” Seungmin said, breaking the silence without even glancing at her, “if you keep frowning like that, your face might get stuck.”

Her head snapped up, ready to fire back, but the words caught in her throat. Instead, all she could focus on was the way his lips curved—just slightly, like he knew exactly how close she was to throwing something at him.

But instead of the familiar anger bubbling to the surface, something else stirred inside her. Something softer. Something that made her feel unsteady, like the floor wasn’t quite where it should be.

She swallowed hard, forcing herself to look away, pretending to scribble down nonsense in her notebook. What the hell is wrong with me? This was Seungmin. Annoying, arrogant, thinks-he-knows-everything Seungmin. The same guy who had spent the last five days driving her to the edge of her patience. There was no logical reason for her chest to feel tight just because he was sitting a few feet away from her.

“Y/N?” His voice was smooth, with just the right amount of smugness to set her on edge. She hated how much she noticed that now. “You zoning out on me? Wow. Guess I’m more interesting than I thought.”

She clenched her jaw, willing the heat rising to her cheeks to go away. “In your dreams, Seungmin.”

He chuckled, and that stupid sound made her stomach flip. Oh my God. Get it together.

Forcing herself to stay composed, she scrawled something—anything—on the paper in front of her, just to avoid looking at him. But it didn’t help. She could still feel him there, his presence filling the room like he belonged.

And the worst part? A small, traitorous part of her didn’t mind it.

Day 5 – Later That Night

By the time the sun set, the air between them felt heavier. Y/N could still hear Seungmin’s voice echoing in her head, every sarcastic comment, every smug laugh lingering far longer than it should. She hated that he lived rent-free in her mind, yet here she was, sitting across from him in her own room, pretending she wasn’t hyper-aware of every time he breathed.

Seungmin stretched his legs out further, toes brushing her ankle beneath the table, and she jolted at the unexpected contact. It wasn’t like he kicked her—just a graze. Nothing. But it sent sparks racing up her leg. What the hell was that? She tucked her feet beneath her chair, desperate to create some distance between them, but the damage was already done.

No. Nope. Don’t do this, Y/N. You do not catch feelings for Seungmin.

He glanced up from his laptop, one eyebrow raised. “You okay over there? Or is this the part where you malfunction?”

She shot him a withering look, trying to smother the warmth rising to her cheeks. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

But her voice lacked its usual bite, and Seungmin noticed. Of course, he noticed. That smug grin crept back onto his face, slow and deliberate, like he knew something she didn’t. And for the first time, she felt completely out of her depth.

“Relax,” he said, his voice low, almost playful. “I’m not that irresistible, you know.”

Her heart stuttered. The teasing in his voice was meant to annoy her—it was supposed to drive her crazy. But now, all it did was send her pulse racing. And the worst part? He could probably hear it.

She rolled her eyes, trying to hide the crack forming in her composure. “God, you’re insufferable.”

“And yet,” he murmured, leaning back against her bedframe, “here we are.”

There was something dangerous about the way he looked at her then—like he wasn’t just trying to get under her skin anymore. No, this felt different. Like he was testing the waters, waiting to see what would happen if he pushed just a little further.

Y/N clenched her jaw, forcing herself to look anywhere but at him. But the silence between them had shifted. It wasn’t the usual battle of snarky comments and irritation—it felt thicker, heavier. Like tension wound too tight, ready to snap at the slightest provocation.

And God help her, part of her wanted it to snap.

Seungmin cleared his throat, pulling her from her spiraling thoughts. “We’re getting nowhere with this,” he said, closing his laptop with a soft click. “Let’s take a break.”

She blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift. “What? Now?”

“Yeah. I’m hungry.” He stood, stretching his arms above his head, the hem of his shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of skin.

Her gaze flickered—just for a second—and she cursed herself internally for even noticing. Get it together, Y/N.

“Come on,” he said, smirking as if he caught her looking. “You’ve gotta eat, too. Or is brooding your new diet plan?”

“I don’t brood,” she muttered, standing reluctantly.

“Sure you don’t.” He grabbed his jacket, slinging it over one shoulder. “You coming, or are you just gonna sit here and think about me all night?”

Her jaw dropped, and for a moment, all she could do was stare at him, heat flooding her face.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “You’re unbelievable.”

He shot her a wink—an actual wink—and headed for the door.

And against every ounce of logic and reason she had left, Y/N found herself following him.

What am I doing?

Later That Night – Y/N’s Thoughts

What the hell is wrong with me?

Y/N trailed a few steps behind Seungmin as they made their way down the dimly lit street. The cool night air kissed her skin, but it did nothing to chill the chaos swirling in her head. She was supposed to hate him—despise him with every fiber of her being. Yet here she was, walking next to the human equivalent of a headache, heart thumping against her ribs like it had no idea they were supposed to be enemies.

He’s a nightmare. A smug, know-it-all pain in the ass. I hate him. I do. I’ve always hated him. So why the hell do I keep looking at his stupid smile like it’s some kind of rare eclipse?

She risked a glance at him. He was walking easily beside her, hands stuffed into his pockets, his usual cocky energy radiating off him like he didn’t have a care in the world. The streetlights caught the angles of his jaw, and for one fleeting second, she wondered how someone so irritating could look so—

Nope. Nope. Abort mission. I did not just think that.

Her eyes shot forward again, face heating with the kind of embarrassment that felt physical. God, if there’s a hell, I deserve front-row seats for this.

Why did her heart do that annoying little flutter every time he so much as breathed in her direction? Why couldn’t she stop wondering what his hair would feel like if she ran her hands through it? And why—why—did it feel weirdly comfortable being next to him? Like maybe, if she wasn’t so busy hating him, she could—

No. No, no, no. This is Seungmin. Arrogant, rude, irritating Seungmin. You are not allowed to feel anything for him. You’re supposed to roll your eyes, not… not want to kiss him.

That thought hit her like a slap, and she nearly stumbled over her own feet. What the hell? No. No way. I did not just think that.

But now that the thought was there, it was impossible to unthink it. The idea of kissing him hovered at the edges of her mind, taunting her. And the worst part? Some small, deeply buried part of her didn’t hate it.

This can’t be happening. I’m losing it. It’s only been five days, and I’m already losing my damn mind.

Seungmin glanced back at her, his lips quirking up in a grin that made her stomach flip. “You good back there, or do I need to carry you?”

She shot him a glare that was half-hearted at best. There it is. That smug, cocky look that makes me want to throw him into traffic. So why does it also make my chest feel weird?

“Shut up,” she muttered, shoving her hands deeper into her jacket pockets.

He chuckled softly—just enough to make her pulse stutter—and turned back around, still leading the way.

Two weeks of this. Two whole weeks of being alone with him, stuck together in my room, breathing the same air. How am I supposed to survive that when five days already feel like this?

She bit the inside of her cheek, desperate to stop the thoughts before they spiraled further. But it was too late. They were there now, sitting in her mind like uninvited guests, whispering things she didn’t want to admit.

What if I don’t hate him as much as I thought?

And the scariest part? She wasn’t sure if she wanted the feelings to stop.

The quiet hum of the city filled the air around them, but all Y/N could focus on was the warmth radiating off Seungmin as they walked side by side. He’s infuriating, she thought, clenching her fists inside her pockets to keep from reaching out and shoving him—or worse, touching him. And yet, there’s something about him that’s so… captivating.

She could feel the weight of their proximity. With every step, the space between them felt charged, like the air before a storm. Each time he laughed at something that wasn’t even funny, her heart responded in ways that left her unsettled. Why was her body betraying her? It made no sense! I should be focused on the project. I should be annoyed! But instead, I’m caught up in this stupid, stupid distraction.

As they reached a small café, Y/N hesitated at the entrance, suddenly questioning everything. Why am I even here? Seungmin had a way of breaking down her defenses, and it terrified her.

“Are you coming or what?” he called over his shoulder, his voice laced with amusement.

Rolling her eyes, she followed him inside, trying to ignore the way her pulse quickened at the sight of him ordering. He moved with an ease that made it seem like he belonged anywhere he went, and part of her resented how much she admired that. Why can’t I be as effortlessly cool?

“Your usual?” he asked, turning to face her, that mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Yeah. I think I can manage to order for myself, thanks,” she shot back, crossing her arms defensively.

He shrugged, a playful smirk stretching across his lips. “Just checking. Wouldn’t want you to starve, especially since you seem to be so preoccupied with… whatever is going on in that head of yours.”

Ugh. Why does he have to be so infuriatingly perceptive?

The barista called their names, and they took their drinks to a small table outside, the cool breeze playing with her hair as she sat down. Seungmin leaned back, eyes scanning the street as if he owned it. He’s so casual, so sure of himself. What is it about him?

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asked suddenly, snapping her from her reverie.

She was taken aback, heat creeping into her cheeks. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t. I’m just bored.” His nonchalance was maddening. “And besides, it’s either that or watch you brood.”

Brood? She was not brooding! But she couldn’t deny the truth in his words. She was on the verge of an emotional meltdown, and he was somehow the cause. How was that even fair?

“Fine,” she said, voice tight. “I was just wondering why you’re so annoyingly confident all the time.”

His eyebrows shot up, surprise flickering across his face before he laughed. “Annoyingly confident? I like that. But seriously, why wouldn’t I be? Life’s too short to spend it pretending you don’t matter.”

His words hung in the air, and Y/N found herself searching his eyes, looking for any sign of insincerity. But there was none. He looked genuine—almost earnest. It made her heart race again, this time with something she didn’t want to name.

“I just don’t get it,” she muttered, leaning forward. “How can you just… be so open? You act like everything’s a joke.”

“Because it is,” he said simply, a grin playing on his lips. “What’s the point of taking life too seriously? All it does is stress you out.”

So easy for you to say, she thought bitterly, but she couldn’t help but be intrigued. Maybe there was something to his carefree attitude. It was like he found joy in the chaos, while she was stuck in her own head, overthinking every little detail.

“Okay, Mr. Wise Guy,” she said, a challenge lacing her voice. “What do you do when things get tough?”

Seungmin’s expression shifted, a brief flash of something deeper crossing his face. “You adapt. You find a way to make it work. Or you move on. It’s that simple.”

For a moment, Y/N felt her defenses wavering. There was something in his tone, a raw honesty that made her want to lean in closer. But before she could respond, he shifted topics, breaking the tension. “But enough about my wisdom—I need to know what’s going on in that frowning little head of yours.”

“Nothing,” she insisted, her heart racing as she tried to deflect. “I’m just thinking about the project.”

“Sure you are,” he said, teasingly rolling his eyes. “You know, I can see through your lies.”

She let out an exasperated sigh, frustration mixing with an unexpected thrill. “You really think you know me that well?”

“I’m getting there,” he replied, leaning back in his chair, that smug grin returning. “Just give it time.”

Why does that make my heart race?

With every teasing remark and playful jab, Y/N found herself drawn deeper into the tangled web of their strange relationship. This back-and-forth was exhausting, but exhilarating. She wanted to fight it. She wanted to shove it down, to pretend it didn’t exist. But the longer they spent together, the harder it became to ignore the spark that crackled between them.

What if he was right? What if life really was too short to overthink everything?

And just like that, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars began to twinkle overhead, Y/N realized she had a choice to make: keep pushing him away or lean into the storm brewing between them.

Day 7 – Seungmin’s POV

Seven days in and I was beginning to wonder if hell had frozen over. It was day seven of the project, and Y/N still acted like she wanted to rip my head off, but I could sense a shift in the atmosphere. Maybe it was the way her eyes lingered on me a fraction too long, or how her lips curved into an involuntary smile whenever I cracked one of my usual jokes. It was infuriating, really. The more I tried to get under her skin, the more she seemed to react in ways that made my heart race—and not just because she was a walking tornado of annoyance.

Today was supposed to be just another tedious afternoon spent holed up in her room, but there was something different in the air. She paced back and forth, hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall, the tension in her body nearly palpable. Every step she took seemed to echo in my mind, pulling my focus back to her time and again.

I was supposed to be working on our project, but all I could think about was how those jeans hugged her hips just right. How her eyes sparkled with fire whenever I teased her, and how her laughter, despite all my efforts to annoy her, could cut through the tension like a hot knife through butter. It was a disaster waiting to happen, and I was the one holding the match.

“Seungmin, can you focus for once?” she snapped, breaking through my thoughts.

I looked up, feigning innocence. “I am focused. Just contemplating the complexities of our groundbreaking project.”

She rolled her eyes, arms crossed over her chest. “Right. Because this is groundbreaking.”

And there it was—that irritation that ignited something primal in me. The way her eyebrows knitted together, the tilt of her head. It was infuriating how even when she was pissed, I found her captivating. I hated that I was starting to notice her like this. I hated that I wanted to tease her, push her buttons, and yet I felt drawn in, as if she were a magnet and I was the metal.

“Are you going to stand there all day, or are we going to get something done?” She snapped, the sharpness in her voice only amplifying the warmth pooling in my gut.

“Patience is a virtue, you know,” I shot back, leaning back in my chair, trying to keep my posture relaxed. But the truth was, I felt anything but relaxed. Her frustration was electric, and each moment she spent within my orbit pulled me in deeper.

But it wasn’t just the banter that got to me. No, it was the way my body betrayed me in her presence. The moment she turned to walk back to her desk, I caught a glimpse of the curve of her waist and—damn it—my thoughts spiraled into inappropriate territory. It was like flipping a switch. All of a sudden, my body responded without my permission, a heat rising that I couldn’t ignore.

What the hell?

“Seungmin?”

Her voice pulled me back to reality. I glanced up, trying to hide the evidence of my body’s traitorous response. Act normal. Act cool. “What?” I snapped, perhaps a bit too harshly, but I needed to redirect this energy before it became too obvious.

“I asked if you could stop daydreaming for five minutes and help me with this section,” she said, exasperation lacing her tone.

“Yeah, sure. Just give me a sec.” I leaned forward, attempting to distract myself with the notes sprawled on the table, but my mind was still clouded with thoughts of her. Just focus on the project, Seungmin. You can’t afford to think about her like that.

As she leaned over the table to highlight a point, my breath hitched. The way she focused, the determination in her eyes—it made my heart race for all the wrong reasons. I tried to swallow, but it felt like there was a knot lodged in my throat. I was painfully aware of how close she was, the faint scent of her shampoo weaving around me, intoxicating and maddening all at once.

“Did you hear a word I said?” she asked, her voice pulling me back to reality once more.

“Uh, yeah,” I said, feigning confidence. “You were talking about… um… that thing. The thing we need to figure out.”

She narrowed her eyes at me, a flicker of disbelief crossing her face. “Right. Because that totally helps.”

I couldn’t help but smirk. “Hey, I’m just here for the moral support.”

“Your moral support is useless,” she shot back, the heat in her gaze making it harder to ignore the tension simmering beneath the surface.

And just like that, I felt it again. The pull, the longing, and the undeniable physical reaction that threatened to break through my facade. Damn it. I shifted in my seat, desperately trying to find a distraction.

“Maybe you should get your head out of the clouds,” she said, her voice tinged with that familiar frustration. But even as she scolded me, there was something else there—a hint of something softer that I couldn’t quite place.

What is this?

I leaned back, arms crossed, trying to maintain a façade of indifference. “I’m just saying, I’m here for you. Someone has to keep you grounded.”

“Grounded? Please,” she scoffed, but her eyes flickered with something that looked suspiciously like amusement. “You’re just as much of a distraction.”

A cocky grin crept onto my face. “I prefer to think of myself as motivational.”

We stared at each other, the banter charged with a tension that buzzed between us, electric and full of unspoken words. I could feel the walls we’d built crumbling, piece by piece, and it terrified me. What was happening?

I cleared my throat, forcing my gaze to the notes sprawled on the table. “Let’s just finish this before I—”

“Before you what? Lose your mind?” she teased, and I caught a glimpse of that fierce spark I’d grown to love.

“Before I have to deal with whatever this is,” I muttered, motioning vaguely between us.

Y/N’s expression shifted, a mixture of surprise and curiosity flashing across her features. “What do you mean?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Because if I did, I’d have to admit that there was something building between us that felt dangerously close to something more than just a rivalry. And that was a risk I wasn’t ready to take.

“Just—let’s focus on the project,” I said, avoiding her gaze.

But the tension remained, lingering in the air, and I knew that as much as I tried to bury it, the line between hate and something deeper was getting blurrier with every moment spent together. And the worst part? I wasn’t sure I wanted to keep it buried any longer.

Day 12 – Y/N's House

It had started off normal enough. They had found a rhythm by now-working through the project with sharp jabs, teasing remarks, and just enough cooperation to keep things civil. For once, it seemed like they might get through the day without an argument. Y/N sat cross- legged on her bed, flipping through their notes, while Seungmin leaned against her desk, scrolling on his laptop.

"Look, if we just divide this section evenly, we'll be done faster," Y/N said, not even looking up.

Seungmin gave a small snort, the corner of his mouth tugging into that familiar smirk. "You mean I do the real work while you fill in the blanks?"

She shot him a glare. "I'm contributing just as much as you."

"Oh, is that what we're calling it?" he teased, closing his laptop with a soft click. "Because it looks to me like you're slacking.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I swear, you’re impossible.”

He chuckled under his breath and took a step closer, that cocky gleam in his eyes. It wasn’t new—this back-and-forth had become their routine. But today, something about the air between them felt heavier, crackling with unspoken tension.

She stood to put the notes back on her desk, brushing past him without a second thought. That was her first mistake.

The second was not expecting the sudden shift.

Before she could react, Seungmin’s hand shot out, grabbing her wrist. In one fluid motion, he pinned her against the wall, his body pressing into hers, close enough that she could feel the rise and fall of his chest.

The breath rushed out of her lungs as her back hit the cool surface. “What the hell, Seungmin?” she gasped, but her voice was shaky—betraying the strange rush of excitement blooming in her chest.

His gaze locked onto hers, darker than usual, and she could feel the heat radiating off him. “I’ve had just about enough of you driving me crazy,” he muttered, voice low and rough, as if the words had been building inside him for days.

Her heart pounded against her ribcage, and suddenly, the small space between them felt too hot, too overwhelming. “You’re insane,” she whispered, but there was no bite to her words.

“Maybe.” His eyes flicked down to her lips, and for a moment, the world around them disappeared. It was just the two of them—this impossible tension pulling them closer, tighter.

She could feel his breath on her skin, the subtle graze of his fingers still wrapped around her wrist, and every nerve in her body screamed at her to push him away. But instead, she stayed frozen, trapped between the cold wall and the burning weight of him.

“Say you hate me,” he whispered, the words a challenge, a dare.

Y/N’s pulse thrummed wildly, her breath coming out shallow. “I—”

But the words never made it out.

Seungmin leaned in, closing the distance, his mouth brushing against hers—not quite a kiss, more like a warning. Her heart stuttered, and for a split second, she thought she might break apart from the sheer force of it.

And then, without thinking, she kissed him.

It was messy, urgent, like they were both trying to make sense of something they didn’t understand. His hand slid from her wrist to her waist, fingers digging into her skin as if anchoring himself. She grabbed at his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more.

The kiss deepened, and everything else faded—every argument, every insult, every bitter word exchanged over the past few weeks. None of it mattered now. The only thing that mattered was the way he tasted—like something dangerous and addicting all at once.

He pressed her harder against the wall, a low growl escaping his throat as he tilted her head back, giving himself better access. His lips trailed along her jaw, down to the soft curve of her neck, and Y/N bit her lip to stifle the sound threatening to escape her.

“Seungmin…” Her voice was barely a whisper, and it sent a shiver down his spine.

“Say you hate me,” he murmured against her skin, the words more desperate this time.

“I hate you,” she breathed, but the way she clung to him told a different story entirely.

Seungmin’s laugh was low and breathless. “Liar.”

And then he kissed her again—harder, deeper, as if this was something they both knew they couldn’t take back.

Day 12 – Y/N’s House (Continued)

Y/N’s mind spun, and every rational thought slipped away as Seungmin kissed her like he’d been waiting years to do it. His hands gripped her waist tightly, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She gasped against his mouth, her fingers tangled in his hair, and every time she tried to steady herself, his touch undid her all over again.

His lips dragged along her jaw, hot and relentless, down to the hollow of her throat. Her heart raced, each touch sending sparks through her, making it harder to tell where frustration ended and desire began. The words were already on the tip of her tongue—words that had been their lifeline, their defense against whatever this feeling was.

“I hate you,” she whispered, breathless, as his mouth brushed her collarbone.

Seungmin gave a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against her skin. “You’re really going to keep that up?” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement and something darker. His teeth grazed her neck, and she shivered.

“Yes,” she gasped, even as her hands slid beneath the hem of his shirt, fingertips exploring the warm skin beneath. “I hate you.”

“Liar,” he whispered, lips ghosting over hers again, teasingly light.

She hated how much she needed more—how her body leaned into him, desperate for the heat of his kiss, the weight of him pressing her against the wall. Every kiss, every touch felt like both a challenge and a surrender, and it was driving her insane.

He shifted, pinning her wrists above her head, and the action sent a dangerous thrill rushing through her. “You’re still so stubborn,” he said softly, his lips barely brushing her ear. “Even now, when you’re the one pulling me closer.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. She could feel every inch of him against her—his body firm and hot, his breath ragged as he struggled to maintain control. But it was slipping, fast.

She kissed him again, rough and desperate, biting his bottom lip as if to punish him for being right. He groaned into her mouth, and the sound shot through her, making her knees weak.

“I hate you,” she whispered again between kisses, the words shaky, betraying how untrue they were.

“Sure you do,” Seungmin murmured, and there was a cocky grin in his voice now. His grip tightened slightly, his hips pressing into hers, and the friction made her gasp. “Say it all you want, Y/N. But we both know you don’t mean it.”

His words made her feel unsteady, vulnerable, and that only made her kiss him harder. Seungmin laughed into her mouth, low and wicked, clearly enjoying her frustration as much as the way her body responded to him.

“You can keep lying,” he whispered against her lips, “but I’m going to make you admit the truth eventually.”

Y/N’s breath came in short, shallow bursts. This was dangerous—whatever this was between them, it felt like playing with fire. But she didn’t want to stop. Not now. Not when everything about this felt so maddeningly, addictively right.

And Seungmin knew it too.

Seungmin’s breath was ragged, his self-control slipping by the second. The way Y/N kissed him—furious and needy—only made it worse. She wasn’t holding back, and neither was he. Every time she bit his lip or dragged her nails along his skin, it sent a jolt of heat straight through him.

This was bad. Very bad.

His hands slid down to her hips, gripping hard, as if holding on to her would somehow anchor him. But the moment her body shifted against his, brushing against him in just the right way, a curse slipped from his lips.

He tried to pull back—just an inch, just enough to breathe—but Y/N followed, pressing closer, as if daring him to lose control. Her scent, the soft warmth of her skin, the way she looked up at him with that defiant glint in her eye—it was all too much.

Focus. Don’t lose it. Don’t let her see.

But it was already happening. His body betrayed him, heat pooling low in his stomach, his pulse hammering as he became painfully aware of how close they were. And Y/N felt it too.

She stilled, her breath hitching, and her gaze flicked downward, the slightest hint of realization dawning in her eyes.

Seungmin clenched his jaw, a mix of frustration and desire tightening in his chest. He could already feel the smug comment forming on her tongue.

But she surprised him.

“I hate you,” she whispered, her lips brushing his, soft but deliberate.

It was infuriating how much those words—so empty, so obviously false—made him want her more. He leaned in, his voice low and rough. “Keep saying it,” he dared, his fingers digging into her hips. “See what happens.”

Her eyes sparkled with mischief, a wicked little smile playing on her lips. “I hate you,” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, teasing, taunting.

Seungmin groaned, his forehead resting against hers as he fought to keep himself in check. The tension between them was unbearable, and every second he spent holding back only made him want to give in that much more.

She shifted again—just slightly, but enough to send another wave of heat through him—and he let out a shaky breath. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he muttered, almost to himself.

Y/N’s grin grew, sensing his struggle. “Good,” she whispered.

His hands gripped her tighter, his breath hot against her skin. He knew he should step away, cool off, regain control before things went too far. But the way she looked at him, daring him to do something about it, made it impossible to think straight.

“Careful,” he warned, his voice dark with unspoken intent. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“And you’re losing,” she shot back, her lips brushing his again, just enough to drive him wild.

Seungmin’s grip on her hips faltered, and in that moment, all his walls came crashing down.

Seungmin’s breathing was uneven, his chest rising and falling as his fingers curled into the fabric of Y/N’s shirt. For a moment, he hesitated, as if waiting for her to pull away. But she didn’t. Instead, she looked at him with a mix of defiance and something softer—something she wouldn’t dare say out loud.

His lips brushed against hers again, slower this time, as his hands slid beneath the hem of her shirt. Her skin felt warm under his touch, and the way she shivered made his pulse race. He tugged the fabric upward, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over her head. It hit the floor in a forgotten heap.

Y/N leaned back against the wall, her eyes dark with something dangerously close to surrender. But she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. Not entirely.

“Still hate me?” he whispered, his voice low and edged with amusement as his fingertips traced the curve of her waist.

“More than ever,” she shot back, though the breathlessness in her voice made it clear how thin her resolve had become.

Seungmin smirked, leaning in closer, his lips brushing the hollow of her throat. “Liar.” His hands wandered, slow and deliberate, as if teasing her—testing her patience.

Y/N clenched her jaw, determined not to give him the upper hand. But every touch, every kiss made it harder to think, harder to hold on to the walls she’d built between them.

When his fingers found the button of her jeans, her heart stuttered. He paused, giving her one last chance to stop this, to walk away. But instead of pushing him back, she reached up, her hands sliding through his hair, tugging him down into another kiss.

That was all the confirmation Seungmin needed. His lips curved into a grin against hers as he made quick work of the button and zipper, dragging the denim down her legs with a teasing slowness that made her squirm.

“You’re really bad at hating me,” he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Y/N let out a shaky laugh, her hands tugging at his shirt in response. “And you talk way too much.”

He chuckled, the sound low and husky as he pulled off his own shirt, tossing it aside carelessly. His gaze swept over her, heated and unguarded, and for the first time, there was no hint of mockery in his expression. Just want. Raw and undeniable.

Y/N swallowed hard, suddenly unsure of where hatred ended and desire began—or if there had ever been a difference at all.

Seungmin pushed Y/N against the wall, his body pressed tightly against hers. "You're so stubborn," he growled, his eyes burning with desire. "But I know you can't resist me."

Seungmin held her firmly in place. He began to kiss her neck, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire on her skin.

"I hate you," she said, but her voice was shaky and breathless. Seungmin chuckled against her skin. "No, you don't," he said, his voice low and husky. "You hate that you want me so badly."

He began to run his hands over her body, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through her. He cupped her breasts and squeezed them gently, eliciting a soft moan from Y/N.

"You're so responsive," he whispered, his lips grazing her ear. "I love the way your body reacts to me."

He continued to tease her, his fingers tracing the curves of her body and finding all the spots that made her shiver with desire. Y/N tried to hold back, but she couldn't help but arch into his touch, craving more of his attention.

"You're mine," Seungmin said, his voice filled with possessiveness. "And I'm going to make you feel so good."

He lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her against the wall once again. He looked into her eyes, his gaze filled with lust and determination.

"Admit it," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Admit that you want me as much as I want you."

“Fine I want you..” she said barley above a whisper.

Seungmin's hands roamed over Y/N's body as he held her against the wall, his touch becoming more and more intense. He captured her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth hungrily.

Y/N responded eagerly, her body pressed tightly against his as she surrendered to the moment. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as their kiss deepened.

Seungmin's hands slid down to her hips, gripping them tightly as he began to grind against her. Y/N moaned into the kiss, the friction between them sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"You're so wet for me," Seungmin growled, breaking the kiss to nibble on her earlobe. "I can feel it."

Y/N blushed at his words, but she couldn't deny the truth. She was completely aroused by him, and she wanted more.

Seungmin began to kiss his way down her neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses as he went. He reached her breasts and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue.

Y/N gasped and arched her back, her fingers tangling in Seungmin's hair as he continued to pleasure her. "Oh god," she moaned, her voice filled with need.

Seungmin continued to kiss and suck on Y/N's breasts, his hands roaming over her body as he did so. He could feel her growing more and more aroused, her body trembling with need.

He slid one hand down to her inner thigh, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her sensitive skin. Y/N gasped as he got closer and closer to her core, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

"You're so wet," Seungmin said again, his voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to feel you."

He slid his hand between her legs, his fingers finding her slick folds. Y/N let out a low moan as he began to rub her clit in slow, teasing circles.

"Oh god, yes," she gasped, her head falling back against the wall. "More."

Seungmin grinned and began to move his fingers faster, applying more pressure to her clit.

I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, I will try again.

Seungmin continued to tease Y/N's clit, bringing her to the edge but not quite letting her come. She was panting and writhing against him, desperate for release.

"Please," she gasped, her voice filled with need. "I need more."

Seungmin grinned and slid his fingers inside her, curling them up to hit her g-spot. Y/N cried out, her body arching off the wall as he began to pump his fingers in and out of her.

"You're so tight," he growled, his eyes locked on hers. "I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock."

He continued to finger her, his thumb rubbing her clit in time with his movements. Y/N was completely lost in the pleasure, her body aching for more.

Finally, Seungmin pulled his fingers out of her and lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock just barely touching her.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

Seungmin looked into Y/N's eyes, his gaze filled with desire and dominance. "You're mine," he said again, his voice possessive. "And I'm going to take you now."

With that, he pushed into her, filling her completely in one smooth thrust. Y/N gasped, her body stretching to accommodate his size.

"Oh god, you're so big," she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

Seungmin began to move, thrusting into her with a slow, steady rhythm. He was hitting all the right spots, and Y/N could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge again.

"You feel so good," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "I love the way you take my cock."

Y/N couldn't speak, she was too lost in the pleasure. All she could do was hold on to Seungmin as he fucked her against the wall, driving her wild with his powerful thrusts.

As Seungmin continued to thrust into Y/N, he couldn't help but notice the way she was looking at him. There was something different in her eyes, something he had never seen before.

It was a mixture of desire and vulnerability, and it made his heart skip a beat. He had always seen her as an enemy, someone he was constantly competing with and trying to one-up. But in this moment, as he held her in his arms and felt her body responding to his touch, he saw her in a new light.

He leaned in and kissed her, his lips claiming hers in a fierce, possessive kiss. Y/N responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back.

For a moment, all the animosity between them was forgotten. In that moment, they were just two people lost in the heat of passion, driven by desire and a strange sense of connection.

Seungmin broke the kiss and looked at Y/N, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and something else he couldn't quite name. "I hate you," he said, his voice low and hoarse. "But I also can't get enough of you."

Seungmin began to thrust into Y/N harder and faster, his hips snapping against hers with a bruising force. He could feel her body responding to his roughness, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

"You like it rough, don't you?" he growled in her ear, his voice low and commanding. "You like it when I take control and use you like this."

Y/N nodded, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Yes," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love it when you're rough with me."

Seungmin chuckled and nipped at her earlobe. "You're such a little slut," he said, his words sending a shiver down her spine. "Begging for my cock like this. You're so pathetic."

Y/N moaned at his words, her body clenching around him. She loved it when he degraded her, it made her feel so dirty and used.

"Please," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, I need more."

Seungmin smirked and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so that he could look into her eyes. "More what?" he asked, his voice dripping with dominance. "Tell me what you want."

Y/N looked up at Seungmin, her eyes filled with desire and submission. "I want you to use me," she said, her voice trembling with need. "I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk. I want you to make me yours."

Seungmin's eyes darkened with lust at her words. He loved seeing her like this, so desperate and willing to submit to him.

"You're mine," he growled, his grip on her hair tightening. "And I'll do whatever I want with you. I'll use you until you're begging me to stop."

He began to pound into her harder than ever before, his hips slamming against hers with brutal force. Y/N cried out, her body shaking with pleasure as he fucked her mercilessly.

"You like that, don't you?" he panted, his breath hot against her ear. "You like it when I use your body like a toy. You're just a hole for me to fill, nothing more."

Seungmin continued to pound into Y/N, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic as he approached his own release. He could feel her body tensing up, signaling that she was close too.

"Come for me," he growled, his voice low and demanding. "I want to feel you come around my cock."

Y/N cried out as her orgasm washed over her, her body convulsing with pleasure. Seungmin followed shortly after, pulling out and spilling on her stomach.

They stayed like that for a moment, both panting and trembling from the intensity of their orgasms. Finally, Seungmin set her down on the ground, both of them still struggling to catch their breath.

He looked at her, his expression softening slightly. "You're incredible," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and tenderness.

Day 13 – Y/N’s House

The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. Y/N stirred, blinking against the brightness, and a flood of memories rushed back to her from the night before. She felt a rush of warmth at the thought of Seungmin, the way he had looked at her, the heat of his skin against hers. It was strange how everything felt different now, how a single night could shift the dynamics of their so-called “hate.”

Turning slightly, she found Seungmin still asleep beside her, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. For a moment, she just watched him, a mixture of confusion and warmth swirling in her chest. There was something almost peaceful about him, and it made her smile despite the chaos of emotions bubbling just beneath the surface.

But they had a project to finish, and the reality of their situation hit her like a splash of cold water. They were supposed to be working together, and time was running out. With a reluctant sigh, she slid out of bed, careful not to wake him.

As she gathered her clothes from the floor, her heart raced. The memory of last night—the heated kisses, the way they had shed their defenses—was fresh and vivid. It felt surreal to have crossed that line with him, yet a part of her felt exhilarated.

After getting dressed, Y/N made her way to the kitchen, needing a moment to collect her thoughts. She poured herself a cup of coffee, the rich aroma filling the space, grounding her in the present. How were they supposed to go back to the project after what had happened?

A soft voice broke her thoughts. “You’re up early.”

She turned to see Seungmin leaning against the doorframe, tousled hair and sleepy eyes. He looked relaxed, and the sight of him sent another rush of warmth through her.

“Couldn’t sleep,” she admitted, trying to sound casual. “We have a project to finish, remember?”

Seungmin smirked, that familiar glint of mischief in his eyes. “Right, the project. Not the best way to get things done, huh?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, her heart racing at his teasing tone. “I didn’t hear you complaining last night.”

“Touché,” he replied, stepping closer. “So, what’s the plan? We can’t have another ‘distraction’ if we want to actually get this done.”

She couldn’t help but laugh, the tension between them suddenly palpable again. “Agreed. Let’s focus on the project—no more distractions.”

“Sure, sure,” he said, leaning against the counter, his gaze fixed on her. “But can you blame me? You’re hard to resist.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at his words. This wasn’t just about the project anymore; they were navigating uncharted territory, and the stakes felt higher than ever.

“Fine,” she said, breaking the gaze to focus on the task at hand. “Let’s just get started.”

“Okay, but you have to admit this will be way more fun now,” he said, moving closer, his arm brushing against hers.

“Fun? You call this fun?” she challenged, raising an eyebrow but unable to suppress a smile.

Seungmin stepped back slightly, his expression shifting to something more serious. “I meant it. Working together now feels… different. Good different.”

The sincerity in his voice made her heart race again. Y/N swallowed hard, nodding as she felt the weight of his gaze. “Yeah, it does.”

With that unspoken agreement lingering in the air, they set to work, but the undercurrents of their new dynamic kept pulling them closer.

Day 15 – Y/N’s House final day working together

Two weeks had passed since their unexpected night together, and as they sat at Y/N’s dining table surrounded by textbooks, papers, and half-empty coffee mugs, something had shifted between them. The tension that once crackled in the air had begun to simmer down, replaced by a comfortable camaraderie that neither of them had anticipated.

“Okay, so if we present this section like this, it’ll really emphasize our main argument,” Y/N said, tapping her pen against the paper. She glanced up at Seungmin, who was leaning back in his chair with a contemplative look on his face.

“Yeah, that makes sense. But what if we add some visuals? You know, to make it more engaging?” His eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, a side of him that she was starting to appreciate more and more.

“Visuals?” She raised an eyebrow, pretending to be skeptical. “Look at you, getting all creative on me. Who knew you had it in you?”

“Don’t act surprised,” he shot back playfully. “I’m full of surprises.”

Y/N laughed, feeling the warmth of their easy banter wrap around them like a comforting blanket. The more they worked together, the more she found herself appreciating his sharp wit and unexpected insights. It was refreshing—almost intoxicating—in a way she hadn’t expected.

They spent the next hour flipping through articles and compiling their findings, the project taking shape as they built off each other’s ideas. The conversation flowed naturally, filled with light teasing and genuine laughter. It was a stark contrast to the arguments that had marked the beginning of their partnership.

“Okay, how about we meet up tomorrow to finalize everything?” Y/N suggested, leaning back in her chair. “I think we’re almost there.”

“Sure, but only if you promise to bring those cookies you made last week,” Seungmin replied, a playful smirk on his lips.

“Ugh, fine. But you have to promise not to eat them all before we even start working,” she shot back, shaking her head.

“I make no promises,” he teased, winking at her.

The playful banter felt effortless, and Y/N found herself savoring these moments more than she had anticipated. As they wrapped up their work for the day, Seungmin stood up, stretching his arms overhead.

“Wow, I didn’t think this project would actually turn out to be fun,” he admitted, looking at her with a genuine smile.

Y/N felt a flutter in her chest at the sight. “It’s not so bad when you stop being such a jerk.”

“Hey, I can’t help it if I’m naturally charming,” he replied, grinning as he leaned against the table, his proximity making her heart race.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Right, charming. Just don’t let it get to your head.”

“Too late,” he said, leaning in slightly. “But seriously, I’m glad we’re doing this together.”

There was a sincerity in his voice that made her pause. The weight of their history—the arguments, the hatred that had once defined them—felt lighter in that moment. Maybe they were finally crossing into something new, something better.

“Me too,” Y/N replied softly, meeting his gaze. The air around them thickened with an unspoken understanding, a connection that went beyond their project.

As they cleaned up, Y/N felt a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they could turn this partnership into something even more meaningful. As Seungmin gathered his things, she couldn’t help but wonder where this new path might lead them.

A Few Months Later – A Cozy Coffee Shop

The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped Y/N as she stepped into the quaint coffee shop nestled on the corner of their college campus. It was a chilly autumn afternoon, and the café was warm and inviting, filled with the soft hum of chatter and the clinking of cups. Y/N loved this place; it had become a regular hangout for her and Seungmin since their relationship had blossomed from a bickering partnership into something much more tender.

Today, the café was adorned with twinkling fairy lights and seasonal decorations, giving it a cozy ambiance that felt perfect for what was about to unfold. Y/N spotted Seungmin at their usual table by the window, engrossed in a book, his brow furrowed in concentration. A playful smile spread across her face as she approached him, his presence always stirring butterflies in her stomach.

“Hey, bookworm,” she teased, leaning over his shoulder to peek at the pages. “Found any good plots to steal for our own story?”

He looked up, his serious expression breaking into a grin. “Only the plot twist where I finally confess my undying love for you.”

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat, laughter bubbling up in her chest. “Is that so? You might need a little more practice with that line.”

“Maybe I just need the right moment,” he replied, his eyes locking onto hers with a depth that made her pulse quicken.

They shared a comfortable silence for a moment, the warmth of their connection wrapping around them like a soft blanket. The weeks spent together had transformed their relationship from casual friends into something deeper, something thrilling. Y/N had come to cherish these moments—quiet, intimate, filled with laughter and lingering gazes.

As the barista approached with their drinks, Y/N could feel the electric tension hanging in the air, a palpable anticipation that hinted at something monumental about to happen. She took a sip of her caramel macchiato, savoring the sweet flavor as she watched Seungmin.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice steady but edged with nervous energy. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us lately.”

Her heart raced at the seriousness in his tone. “Yeah? What about us?”

He hesitated, running a hand through his hair, and she could see the gears turning in his mind. “You know how we started off as rivals? Just two stubborn people who couldn’t stand each other?”

Y/N nodded, a soft chuckle escaping her lips at the memory of their fiery arguments. “I remember. You were insufferable.”

“True,” he admitted, smirking. “But it’s wild to think that after all the bickering, you became someone I can’t imagine my life without.”

Her breath caught in her throat, the weight of his words settling over her like a warm embrace. “Seungmin…”

“I’ve fought it for so long, thinking it would complicate everything,” he continued, his gaze never wavering. “But I can’t hide it anymore. I’ve fallen for you, Y/N. I want to be more than just partners or friends. I want to be with you, all of you.”

Y/N’s heart soared, an exhilarating mix of relief and joy flooding her senses. “You really mean that?” she asked, searching his eyes for sincerity.

“Absolutely,” he replied, his voice soft but resolute. “You make me want to be a better person, and I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel this way.”

The warmth blossoming in her chest felt like sunshine breaking through the clouds. “I feel the same way. I’ve liked you for a while now, but I didn’t know how to say it.”

A wide smile spread across his face, the relief in his expression contagious. “So we’re really doing this?”

“Definitely,” she said, feeling the corners of her mouth lift in a smile that matched his.

Seungmin leaned in closer, their breaths mingling as he whispered, “Then how about we celebrate with a kiss?”

Y/N’s heart raced as she nodded, the thrill of anticipation coursing through her. Their lips met softly at first, a tentative exploration, but it quickly ignited into something deeper and more passionate. The world around them faded, the café’s warmth wrapping around them as they melted into each other, the kiss filled with everything they had held back until now.

When they finally pulled away, both breathless and smiling, the connection between them felt stronger than ever. “Wow,” Y/N breathed, her heart racing.

“Wow, indeed,” he echoed, his voice low and filled with emotion. “This feels right, doesn’t it?”

“It does,” she agreed, feeling a rush of warmth. “I can’t believe we waited this long.”

Seungmin chuckled, his fingers brushing against hers as he held her gaze. “Well, now that we’ve cleared that up, I’m looking forward to all the moments we’re going to create together.”

As they sat in the cozy café, surrounded by the laughter of others, Y/N felt a sense of excitement for the future. The journey they had embarked on was just beginning, and the possibilities seemed endless.

“Let’s make a pact,” she said suddenly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “No more fighting, only adventures.”

“Deal,” he replied, a playful grin spreading across his face. “But I can’t promise I won’t challenge you to a debate or two.”

“Fine, but I’ll win every time,” Y/N countered, her heart light with laughter.

As the sun began to set outside, casting a warm glow through the café’s windows, Y/N knew that this was just the beginning of their story. With every laugh, every kiss, and every moment shared, they would write a tale that was uniquely theirs—one filled with love, adventure, and the promise of many more memories to come.

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Their kinks | skz

an: accepting requests. 18+, NSFW. MDNI

🔥 Bangchan:

Degradation kink. Bangchan likes to make you feel like a worthless slut and you can't change my mind.

"S'like that you little whore?" He mumbles as he thrusts into your tiny, wet hole from behind. When you don't answer he's pushing your head into the mattress as a punishment, "Answer me, slut."

"You're just a cock hungry whore. Look at you, you just love everyone's attention." Despite his words he is pressing soft kisses against the nape of your neck as jealousy consumes him. "Who's pussy is this, pup? Tell daddy."

"Are you gonna cum?" He teases as his thumb presses hard against your clit, "Well you're not allowed to you little bitch."

"Who's my little cum slut? Hmmm, baby?" You try, you really try to form sentences but can't when he's so deep in your pussy. "You're such an angel, you look so fucked out. Do you like being used? I'll fill this useless hole."

🔥 Felix:

Voyeurism. Felix loves to watch you touch yourself.

"That's it baby," he mumbles, watching you spread your legs. Two of your fingers finding the swollen flesh of your clit as you whine at how sensitive it is. "Spread your pussy let me see."

Being squished between the bed and Felix as he hovers about you with one arm holding his body by your head and the other wrapped around his cock, jerking fast. But he's not looking at you; instead watching your fingers disappear in and out of your sopping cunt. "Holy fuck, you're so sexy, princess."

Felix watches from the edge of the bed, chin resting against the palmar surface on his hands. Knees only the ground, eyes only inches away from your pussy as you drive the toy deeper into you. "Mmmmm, baby, 's wet, aren't you?"

Or the one time he's away for a few weeks and you send him a video of you in doggy style with a cute little plug in your ass and your fingers moving in and out of your sopping pussy. He will watch it every night and bust.

🔥 Changbin:

Hands down, praise kink.

"You're making me feel so good, Bin." You moan. He almost can't believe the sight, too beautiful to be real. You grind your hips against him, he's so deep inside you that he can feel himself pressing against your cervix. He moans in response, fingers clutching your hips. "Keep going, Binnie, you're gonna make me cum."

Or being missionary with your legs wrapped around his torso. "You're so big, baby, I feel you hitting my belly. Such a good boy." His forehead falling to your collarbone as he curses, "Sweetheart, fuck, fuck. Stop or you're gonna make me cum. You whine loudly, pouting slightly. "Don't you want to cum in me, good boy?" Please give it to me." Good boy is his kryptonite.

"You're making me feel so good." You whine as his lips wrap around your clit and suck, fingers combing through his thick black hair. "You make me cum so fast, Baby. You're so good to me, so good at eating my pussy." Moments before he's rutting against the mattress and cuming into the sheets.

🔥 Hyunjin:

Breeding kink. He wants you full of him at all times.

"You want it don't you, princess?" He more so asks for himself, his hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave small bruising in its wake. "Tell me you want it, tell me you want me to cum in you. Fill you up until you're round with my babies."

With this said, he will not let a drop leak out. Hyunjin will pull out, seeing the creamy white mess he made before taking his two fingers, collecting what is leaking before stuffing your hole closed. "Don't wanna waste any baby."

"I'm gonna bread this tiny cunt," He mumbles into your shoulder. Thrusting into you from behind as one hand steadies his movement at your hip and the other pulls at your hair. "Tell me you want it." Another harsh trust before your moaning, "Want you to fill me, baby, please make me full."

🔥I.N:

daddy kink. Mr. Daddy himself. Loves how dominant it makes him feel over you.

"God, babygirl, you looked so fucked out for daddy." He presses a deep kiss to your lips despite your moaning as his cock hits that spot that makes your stomach painfully pleasurable. "You love daddy's cock don't you?"

"Look at you, so cute." He mumbles from above you. Tears form in your eyes as he cock hits the back of your throat. "Crying for daddy, so cute baby."

Teasing him in public and calling him daddy in front of the waiter. Patting those pretty little eye lashes as you bite your lip and giggle. His eyes are dark, "You're playing a dangerous game, beautiful." "I'm sorry, daddy."

🔥 Seungmin:

pantie kink. Something just screams it to me.

He'll want you to keep your cute little panties on as he fucks you. Sliding them to the side before entering your aching pussy. "She looks so pretty in these baby, is she thirsty for me?"

Play with you for hours just to see the wetness through your panties. His fingers rubbing over your clit and two fingers plunging in, "Look how wet you are sweetheart, gonna cum in your panties."

Random times you're at work you'll get videos of him masturbating with your panties. The rough, lacey materials following the movements of his hand over the head of his cock. "Smell just like you, honey." Before changing the angle of the camera to watch him cum all over them.

🔥 Lee Know:

edge play. Idk why but something tells me he tethers between pleasure and pain.

"Baby, stop, I'm gonna cum." Lucky for him, you know his limits. Hand wrapped around his thick cock, watching for the way his eyebrows knit, toes curling and abdominals reacting to his pending orgasm. Getting him right there, to the point he's moaning loudly before stopping. He'll cry but lift his hips towards you. "again, baby, please."

Riding him for hours. Knees pressed against the bed, grinding your hips against his own as he moans. "Sweetheart, I have to cum, please." Overstimulation becomes too much but the mean person you are, shake your head. "Please, please, angel, let me cum."

When you do finally let him cum, it hits him so hard to the point he's in tears. He'll thank you so much, pretty incoherent to what is even being said. "Thank you baby, thank you, you're so good to me, fuck."

[bellastay99]

STRAY KIDS: HOW WOULD THEY...

(fem!Reader x SKZ)

Dealing with you scared even to go outside after JYP release the note confirming the relationship with him...

(Is quite big, I write a lot...)

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Hyung Line

JYP ENTERTAINMENT CONFIRMS RUMORS OF DATING!

This last two months, Dispatch released a photo of an idol having regular dates with a unknown woman. Fans confirms that is a member of the group STRAY KIDS and they made up theories that she may be dating him for at least a year, she appeared in photos at the airport, waiting rooms at events, performance events and etc. Some others, said that she may be only a staff, but most of the fans confirms that no, a staff wouldn't go out in romantic date with the idol. Look at some knetizens positive comments:

"He's lucky...she's also lucky"

"People still thinking she's a staff? They're holding hands"

"At least she's pretty"

"I actually said hi to her once...I tought it was a staff, but she's super sweet!"

"SHE'S NOT A STAFF?!"

"Oh! My baby is growing up!"

After the rumors, JYP immediately responded to the case confirming the dating between a member of Stray Kids and this girl, who the name wasn't reveled:

"Hello, this is JYP Entertainment,

This note is a response to the dating rumors that is being on internet in those last two months.

We confirmed that, a stray kids member is officially dating a woman (non public person) for at least two years. The couple didn't want their private life exposed to soon, so we agreed to wait for the right moment.

We're very happy for them! We all wish good energies and lucky to the couple, this person has been helping the entertainment and the group in the last years. We trust our members, we trust the ones who follow and love them, so please, send happy messages! :)"

Of course that the attacks would be large, but worse then we expected. Threats, locations being exposed, dangerous mailboxes and photos of lethal weapons being posted on Twitter with the hashtag: #ComingForYou, has being alerting the fandom, the JYP Entertainment and the Stray Kids group that has already showed their disappointment toward the fans behave.

After the threats started, according to the fans, the group member hasn't being posting photos as usual and his bubble message to "try me first".

Stays are in shock and trying to help banning hate users and warning the police, but also, relived that no one knows the girl's identity, that way, she can stay more safe.

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BANGCHAN

Not happy....at all.

I mean, he's happier and more chilled after starting dating you

His sleeping is much better

He still working his ass off, but...well, he's a workaholic and you understands him

That's one of the reasons he loves and protects you so much

You know Chan from Australia, a year before he went to South Korea to be a trainee.

From all that time, both changed messages

And soon, you'll be also moving to Korea

Why?

Cause you loved him

And he send it to you a voice message confessing his love before a show

Yes, he got the adrenaline and confessed.

You immediately got your saved money and moved to Korea

You couldn't handle one more year without him.

You lived in a family house

Bangchan paid your collegue

You got a work inside of JYP administration area

Thanks to him

Bangchan PAID a apartment for you

Cause he really wants you to stay

Then...soon, very soon, both were dating

He talked to the CEO and yes, he accepted, cause he knew both of you

He never had being so happy after Stray Kids formation

The boys loves you

They protect you

They help you two hide your secrets

Bangchan is a little jealous, cause they're very touchy with you and treats you like a little sister

Well, they love you!

About the threats...

Oooh man...ooohohoho! He got so pissed off!

And you know how pissed off he's when he's pissed off!

We all can imagine!

How would he deal?

Make a song...for sure. Unreleased, but he made it.

Talk about that at lives, very mad. Not happy at all.

And the most...scary one...

Delete his bubble photo...

And send a message like: "Very disappointed..."

The boys would have to chill him sometimes

He abandoned internet for days because of the threats, also for him, but...specially about you.

You're afraid to go out...

He would make sure to where his armour and sword to protect you

On live...he would also "threat the threatners"

Bangchan: Also, before end the live...I wanted to say that, I'll go see the Wonka movie soon...and yes, she will be coming with me and she will be protected by me and bodyguards, and JYP and myself, the boys, will be dealing the threats with the best way possible: Law Suit. So, we already have a team for that and she got bodyguards everywhere. I had to convince my boss to protect and prove to him how bad it was. I'm done, she's done...Stray kids and JYP are done with this...bullshit, sorry the word, but this is all bullshit, is coward, is childish, dangerous and a criminal. If you're a criminal, you're not a Stay. If you're a murderer, you're not close to be a Stay. Not even close to be human. So...with this message, I say goodbye, sorry, no hugs today...I love you Stays, you know that...but, I'm fighting against this too, we're not in the best mood. Stays! The real ones! *smiles* She love you guys so so so soooooo much! She said that will thank you guys soon as possible! And I'm so grateful too! Love you guys so much...so much. I love so much at a point I want to marry her one day, and...have a family *laughs* . You guys are our guardians... our guard angels! *giggles* See you guys soon! Bye bye~

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MINHO

He's angry, of course...very angry

But he's terrified as well

He was waiting for the hates

But not in that intensity

Fans can record him looking around all the time

He can barely focus on what's going on

The boys have to always call his attention

In the first week of threats

Minho let you stay at his mother's house

Cause he was so afraid...but so scared to lose you

By someone crazy enough to put their dirty hands on you

Do and say evil things to you

He couldn't handle that

Again... He was terrified

He would never give up on his girl

After years he finally got the chance to confess to you and talk to the CEO

That he fell deeply in love with his only girl friend...best friend

You used to be a colleague of him at the dance academy on his pre debut era

He fell in love very fast

And when he realized that they were debuting

He promised himself to write for you everyday

To not, never, lose contact

A man of word

You end up being friends with the whole Stray Kids

You're his princess, his treasure, shelter, everything

You're the only person that Minho can call: Mine

And he's jealous and protective

So... For that situation, he became a little paranoid

He let you stay in his mother's house and his dorm

Never your house, cause the crazy people were exposing location wherever you go

You're also terrified (of course) and he doesn't show what he's truly feeling about the situation

So he's always trying to calm you down and not letting you see the internet

Everyday he's ending up saying that he'll protect you and everything will be ok

And a kiss on your forehead

He would probably try to express himself on bubble app

First taking off his photo

And change the bio to: Over my dead body

And send a message in the first week, terrified

BUBBLE MESSAGES:

-Hi

-Is cute Lino here

-Of course it is me

-And I'm scared...

-I'm terrified...

-For her life...

-You guys are scaring me too

-A lot

-This is how you crazies show love?

-I don't want that...

-I really don't

-I will make a law suit for this, soon as possible

-I'm disappointed

-Afraid

-And disgusted

-Leave her alone...leave us alone

-If you're attacking her, you're attacking me!

-So I'll attack back...wait for your consequences

-JYP will soon release a note about this with a law suit

-For the innocent stays that had to read this, I'm sorry, I see you guys helping us😻

-Thank you so much, we love you and you guys deserve the world❤️

-I normally don't express myself like that, but for that situation...I'm really, really thankful...

-Rest well and SKZ love you❤️

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CHANGBIN

You have a personal body guard

He's worried to death

Unfortunately, outside, he's not trusting no one...

He let you walk only in front of him

Not even by his side

Ready to fight 24/7

Won't make you go out by force, would wait the right moment

Probably would definitely let you stay at their dorm

If he's out for work, he would, or take you with him or spam messages asking if it is all alright with you alone

You would have to calm him down sometimes

If he sees something about you (a bad comment) anywhere, he would get very, very stressed out for the rest of his day

He wouldn't be afraid to talk in public about that

He would get so stressed out that maybe would start a discussion

He would be confused by how people could do things like that to you

He is not fighting with you, he's just...trying to understand why

And not understanding a situation, makes him mad

His voice is raised, he can't stop moving around, his breath is out of control

Then...starts to cry, looking at you with desperate eyes

Scared, confused, angry...mixed feelings

You know, he's trying his best too

He probably would be so done with this...

But would never give up

Changbin breaks down in tears at the fanmeeting...

On the last fanmeeting of Stray Kids, Changbin couldn't hold back his tears of fear anymore. Apparently, a "fan" screamed out many times asking for his girlfriend's location, asking if she was there. Changbin and the boys seemed to ignore her for the past 20 minutes, but Minho stepped forward to confront and protect his two friends. Changbin can be seen walking behind the curtain and kneeling starting to cry, Chan walks to him to give him support, and only a heartbroken question could be heard far away from the mic:

"Why are they doing this with us?!"

Stays felt the pain in Changbin's voice and everybody started to cheer for him saying that it will be alright soon, and of course.. Stays couldn't hold back the tears.

A video has been posted right at the exact moment of the girl screaming at the boys, but the user soon deleted it to respect Changbin privacy

Stays at the fanmeeting, said that the girl screaming was indeed a user of the hashtag #ComingForYou and she seemed out of her normal. She was banished from the place and some other Stays confront her outside the place before the securities take them back inside.

We all hope Changbin and especially his girlfriend are well... We wish them the best and good energies!

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HYUNJIN

He's tired of injustice...

Him itself has tasted

Hide yourself because of bad people? Is it worth it?

Open more space for them to act like maniacs?

He won't hide you...

He'll show them that he loves and will protect you at all costs

He'll be at the coffee shop with you, none of you guys with masks, glasses or hats

No hiding...

No pretending that's ok

He'll post photos with you much more often

Post videos of you on the shorts of Instagram

Paint pictures of you

He'll prove to everybody that he won't give up

More hates? More reason to stay with you

He's not happy with those "Stays"

He doesn't let the paparazzi take too many photos of you

He would nicely ask to step back and put down the cameras

And if they don't hear me, he would get mad and walk away with you far away

He is a good man, golden heart and very gently

But don't mess with him

Don't make him angry... Don't provoke him

He will be taking legal actions if somebody cross the line

He will protect, he will prove his love to you and throw in their faces

He will not give up

The bubble bio is changed to: Try me first...

He is a gentleman and a warrior for his love

He'll throw his love for you on the haters faces...

"I've been feeling chased, my life is in dangerous together with my girlfriend. My feelings are mixed, angry and sad, disappointed. I'll handle that with her, we'll stay together until the end.

I really hope that changes... I'm disappointed with all of you that call yourself Stays while doing that..."

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Continue in part 2 - Maknae line

[markiv3]

stray kids as romantic tropes

with little to no context

ot8 not proofread guys my bad

bangchan - friends to lovers

like wbk... he's got that friendly aura and i think he'd just befriend you thinking that you were just a pretty person but it turns into something more. he'd be very open about his feelings when he realizes how he feels i think.. and he'd confess with flowers and a nice dinner hoping to charm you but there's no charming needed cause he's just the best guy ever.

minho - college sweethearts

OKAY SO what i think is that it would be a love at first sight oh trust he fell first and harder and like campus would be so fun starting from the day you first saw him until you finally got together like.. he'd be flirty all the time omf like he'd mess with you playfully and hope you would catch the hints. he'd catch himself grinning and smiling after talking to you and all his friends would tease him about you but he wouldn't care cause he is head over heels TRUST!!!

changbin - newly married couple

oomfs i think he'd be the perfect husband i'm not even playing like walk with me... he goes to the gym, he can cook, he would be down extremely bad for his partner LIKE TRUST. his love language doesn't exist cause he uses them all like his rich ass would buy anything you asked for. when people ask him if he's bored of you now that you're married he's just shocked because how could someone be bored.

hyunjin - strangers to lovers

as i have said before he just looks like a stranger you'd meet on a trip and he's just the best person you've ever met like.. you'd stay with him for a while maybe and it would be the best ever: treats for you every morning, flowers, presents, kisses, portraits, paintings, hugs and lots of hopeless romantic stuff. he just has that mysterious aura that makes him the perfect stranger that turns into something more.

han - brothers best friend

he'd be your brothers awkward friend that comes over once in a while and talks to you looking at the floor cause he got no game and he's loser number one but once you get more comfortable he's just so funny like you find yourself laughing at his stupid jokes all the time. i think he would always have a crush on you since the day you met but won't say it cause you're his friends sister.

felix - childhood friends to lovers

liiikeeee doesn't he just feel like it or am i crazy... he's so warm and cute and fuzzy.. you two have been friends forever (there would probably be a lot of like right people wrong time) and you both realize you like each other but are too scared to confess in fear of ruining your friendship so it all remains a secret till it probably slips out from one of his friends and well you know the rest.

seungmin - enemies to lovers

like everyone says this but i think its so so accurate like he'd be perfect in an academic rivals or office enemies; he would tease and annoy you at any occasion and then realize he's fallen for you but won't admit it ever, and i think he'd become even more annoying when he realizes that he likes you just to suppress those feelings.

jeongin - secret relationship

so errrm hear me out okay, it's the way he's so careful with stuff but he's also so secretive about his feelings i feel like when he finally gets himself to confess and you agree he just needs time. that time would be spent hiding every kiss and holding hands under the table and then walking back to wherever you need to go pretending you're still just friends when you're much more, but only you two need to know that.

i might write these extensively and seriously but i just wanted to put this out there cause ive been thinking about it for so long

[feelbokkie]

❤︎ 서 창 빈 (Changbin) M.list ❤︎

Back to ☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

Key:

💛 = fluff 💙 = angst 🧡 = crack ❤️ = requested 💜 = completed 💚 = in progress/wip

❤︎ Imagines ❤︎

♥︎ 주연은 바뀌어 (The Lead Role Has Changed) 💙 ❤️

♥︎ Just Call My Name, I'll Be There 💛 💙

♥︎ Sire, Sire 💛

♥︎ Black 💚 💙

♥︎ Winter Mornings 💚 💙

♥︎ I'll Cover You 💚 💛 💙

♥︎ Snowbound Serendipity 💚

♥︎ Remember Me 💚 💙

♥︎ 3racha and a Baby 💚 💛

❤︎ Timestamps & Drabbles & Soft Thoughts ❤︎

♥︎ [9:18 AM] 💛

♥︎ [8:56 PM] 💛

♥︎ [12:20 AM] 💛

♥︎ Soft Thought 002 💛

❤︎ Texts ❤︎

♥︎ Random texts with bf!Changbin 💛

♥︎ Random Texts with bff!Changbin 💛

♥︎ Random texts with bf!Changbin 2 💛

♥︎ Texts from bf!Changbin when he finds another idol's photocard in your wallet 🧡

❤︎ Series ❤︎

♥︎ L♡VE IN F♡CUS 💚 💛 💙

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Buy me a coffee?

[apple-kiwi]

Skz Calling you clingy

Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, I.N.

Part 1

Authors note: This was supposed to be out on Tuesday but then I got into K-drama and kinda forgot about. I honestly hate how this turned out but whatever. I tagged everyone who asked for part 2, if you want to be untagged lmk, also if you want to be added to my tag list for this series lmk

Warning: None I think

Taglist: @heaveniseverywhere @straykidslvr @staybychoice @luckymilkshakerebel

Not proof read

Word count: 939

Days passed since your argument and you hadn't gone back to the apartment. You'd been crashing at a friend's place, needing time and space to cool down. Lee Know, on the other hand, started to realize the gravity of his mistake and how much he had messed up.

He hadn’t expected you to just up and leave, leaving him alone in the apartment. He also hadn't considered the fact that you might not come back anytime soon. His initial indifference was gradually replaced by a feeling of regret. He had stood you up, ignored your texts, and then called you clingy. The more he thought about it, the more it dawned on him how much he had screwed up.

Each day that passed, the more he longed to see you, to apologize and make it up to you somehow. And so, after a few days of stewing in his thoughts, he decided to make the first move. He sent you a text.

The text read: 'Can we talk? I messed up and I'm sorry. Please come back.'

You stared at the screen of your phone contemplating whether to respond or not. Your anger was still fresh, but the pang in your heart wouldn’t go away. After debating for a while you decided to type a simple reply.

'Alright, we can talk.'

Your short response surprised Lee Know. He hadn't expected you to agree to meet so easily but his heart slightly leaped with hope. Immediately he texted back.

'Can you come back home? I want to apologize in person.'

‘Ok.’

Lee Know’s anxiety spiked at your simple 'Ok’. Did that mean you'd come back? He waited anxiously for your arrival, pacing around the apartment. He hadn't seen you in days and it was eating him up inside.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the sound of the apartment door opening grabbed his attention and he turned to see you walk in. Your expression was neutral and your eyes were slightly puffy. You avoided eye contact with him, closing the door behind you. A tense silence hung in the air as neither of you knew how to start the conversation. But after a few moments, Lee Know spoke up, his voice laced with remorse, "I'm sorry," he took a few steps forward, still maintaining a small distance between you two. With an apologetic look, he continued, "I shouldn't have stood you up and called you clingy a brat. God, I don’t even know why I said that. I should've been there for our anniversary and I'm sorry I ruined it. I hadn’t realized I hurt you so much."

You remained silent for a while, finally meeting his gaze. He looked genuinely apologetic, his eyes showing genuine remorse. He wanted to come closer and hug you, but he was hesitant, not sure how you would react. He knew he had caused the damage and now he didn't know how to fix it. You let out a shaky exhale, “You really hurt me min…”

Lee Know looked at you, his face a mix of guilt and sadness. As you spoke, his heart felt heavy.

"I know I hurt you, I made a mistake and I'm so sorry.”

"I promise I'll make it up to you," he said softly. That day was a big day for us, and because of my selfishness, I ruined it. I was thoughtless, and I'm sorry.”

He looked at you, his eyes expressing his remorse. He took another step towards you. "I'm sorry. Do you," he hesitated for a moment, "Do you want to break up?"

Lee Know asked nervously, dreading the answer he might get, but he needed to ask, he knew what he did and said was wrong and unforgivable.

“What? No,” you say almost instantly, looking up at him, surprised he would even think that you know the argument was pretty bad and there were words that shouldn’t have been said but it was nothing that couldn't be talked out, and it was not bad enough to throw away a 2-year relationship, though if he hadn’t apologized it would have definitely been over.

He hesitantly closed the distance between you, carefully bringing his arms around you in a gentle embrace. He knew this wasn't enough to win you over but he wanted to feel your presence closer.

"I'm sorry," he repeated as he hugged you, feeling the weight of his mistake.

And he truly meant it. He wanted to fix this, to make things right. He knew it wouldn't be easy but he was ready to try. The thought of losing you had scared him and he realized that he needed to put more effort into being a better boyfriend.

“I know…” you whisper

Lee Know held onto you, not wanting to let go. He knew sorry wasn't enough, he knew he needed to prove it through his actions.

"I love you," he said softly. "Please don't leave me."

“I'm not… I won't…” You say softly, sniffling and trying to wipe your eyes

Your words provided him with some relief, a weight lifted off his shoulders.

"Thank you,” he said softly, letting go to examine your expression. He reached up gently, wiping away the last traces of tears from your cheeks. "I promise I won't mess up like that again.”

"I'll do better," he added. "I'll prioritize you more and make sure we communicate better."

He kept his arms around you, still afraid to let go. He wanted to savor this moment of having you close after days of missing it so badly. You two stay like that for a while before you playfully pinch his side, “You owe me dinner.”

[jz12luvscl16]

hey! how are you yuna! I saw your account and I'm invested in you! you'll do great! so here is a request! tw: nsfw!!!

hyunjin like clicking pictures of you completely fucked out by him because you looked so pretty+(a pink ribbon or bow to tie your hands above your head) and just yeah I literally love the idea of him fucking the reader with a camera! it's hot asf!

omg this idea is so freaking good 😭🫶

hyunjin noticed that your obsession with ribbons was increasing day by day. like you outfit had to had ribbons! well obviously he's not complaining because you were already pretty naturally but with additional cute accessories like ribbons you looked even more cute! so on a random day you both were just talking and the topic shifts to ribbons and you tell him how adding ribbons to literally anything can make it cute and somehow this innocent conversation got corrupted by hyunjin by him telling you how cute you would tied up for him with ribbons and how he'll click your pictures after fucking you and paint them later because the scene would be as pretty as art. well it didn't take long when the corrupted conversation turned into reality. him fucking you dumb. overstimulating you. and eating you out after you've cummed for the 4th time. and of course clicking your pictures and recording your pretty expressions and sweet moans when he fucks you dumb.

[emithecharmer]

BF!SKZ Reader reacts to

5-Star (PART 1)

SORRY FOR ANY TYPOS, IM LITERALLY SHAKING LMAO- STREAM 5 STAR

HAN -

-swearing, chan has a dacryphilia kink

I.N -

-reader says they hate Jeongin (they do not)

CHANGBIN -

-warning, mention of licking fingers (joking)

SEUNGMIN -

-seungmin looks scrumptious 🤨🤨🤷‍♀️ (I don't make the rules)

[sugaryipod]

⎯⎯͟͟♥︎̼̻⠀ ⠀aꩀ𝗈︩︪ʋr ͒

[guiltycoco-recs]

Lee Minho Fic Recs

Updated June 2, 2024

🔞 Minors DNI. NSFW

💜 All time fav

📱 SMAU

Series (In Progress) 🔜

Instead of You 🔞💜 (this series is so good. I actually subscribed to their Kofi specifically for this story)- @sluttywonwoo

The Story of Another Us - @emilyssky

Hello Stranger 🔞💜 - @tasteleeknow-remade

Crown - @sailorrlino

God Sent Me as Karma - @liknws

Tooth and Claw 🔞💜 - @comet-falls

Wishful Thinking 🔞 @withleeknow

Numb 🔞💜 - @2chopsticks2eyes

Million Dollar Man 🔞 - @ybklix

Limbo 🔞 - @moonlightndaydreams

Limbo - @hwangism143

One Shots 💥

Pudding (Sequel to Bubblegum) 🔞💜 - @cb97percent

Horizontal Hierarchy 🔞 - @cb97percent

Soju 🔞💜 (there’s a part one American Whiskey BC focus) - @straywrds

Bunny 🔞 pt. 1, pt.2 - @tasteleeknow

Enemies to Lovers Project - @softukiyos

Leave the Door Open 🔞💜 - @formidxble

Good to Me 🔞 - @daizymax

Everything and No One 🔞💜 - @tasteleeknow

The Color of Your Blush 🔞 - @2chopsticks2eyes

Find Me (Inside Every Heartbeat) 🔞 - @cb97percent

Pet Names 🔞💜 - @2chopsticks2eyes

Well Shit 🔞💜 - @2chopsticks2eyes

A Fairytale That Lasts 💜 - @jeonginks (on AO3. You guys need to check out the rest of their work on AO3! Their stuff is so good!)

I’m My Mother’s Daughter 🔞💜 - @jisungparker

By Now 🔞💜 - @straylightdream

Billionaire Lee Minho & His Plaything 🔞💜 - @daydreams-after-dark

Submission 🔞 - @daydreams-after-dark

Vivid 💜 - @chaninfused

Danse Macabre - @chaninfused

Of Course, Professor 🔞💜 - @amethystwrytes

Message in a Bottle 🔞 - @chxnsaphrodite

Lost in Translation 🔞💜 - @moonjxsung

Series (Completed) 💯✔️

Friends with Benefits 🔞 - @starrgaziinggg

What You Deserve 🔞💜 - @2chopsticks2eyes pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3

Trustfall - @mintymiknow

One Last Dance - @feelbokkie

Blue Side of the Sky 🔞- @hyunfilms

Cupid’s Christmas (on AO3) 🔞💜 - @ballelino

Wedding Season (on AO3) 🔞💜 - @ballelino

A New Kind of Love 🔞💜 - @weareapackofstrays

Invisible Thread - @astraystayyh pt. 1, pt. 2

The Experience Project 🔞 - @leeknowsallyoursecrets

A Marriage Story - @scxrlettwxtches pt. 1, pt. 2

Who You Are, Who I Am - @hanibalistic pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3

Aphrodisiacs 🔞💜 - @cb97percent

Invisible String 🔞💜 - @moonlinos pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3

Maybe I’m Afraid 💜💜💜 @mxxndreams

[hannie-roses]

ENHYPEN M.List

Heeseung - Twisted fates and dark temptation in progress

Jay - coming soon

Jake - coming soon

Sunghoon - coming soon

Sunoo - coming soon

Jungwon - coming soon

Niki

- First Time

- Best friends, Better lovers

[nonuwhore]

34 + 39 com o bangchan!!!

Eu amo a ideia dele sendo um boboca quando ta com crush e falando umas vergonhas. Tambem amo a ideia de ele ser mais confiante na cama, só que um poço de nervos as vezes.

O cenario é com voce mas eu poderia pedir uma personagem negra de cabelo crespo, se as características forem citadas.

Eu amo sua escrita!! Feliz um ano!!!

GRANDE EVENTO DE 1 ANO DE ANIVERSÁRIO DO NONUWHORE!!!! 🥳🥳🥳

34. “Vou te beijar agora e se você não quiser é só dar um soco na minha cara.” + 39. “Você é muito cheirosa/cheiroso.” “Obrigada?”  contém: quase um friends to lovers; um pouquinho de angst; a leitora é descrita com características de uma mulher negra, mas acredito que qualquer uma possa se identificar; chan é um criminoso. o crime é amar demais; smut: fingering (f); linguagem vulgar; dry humping; menção a chupões.  contagem de palavras: 2k nota da autora: o tanto que eu tava animada pra escrever esse pedido!!!!! como mulher negra eu me senti realizada escrevendo, sério, espero que esse cenário atinja outras leitoras como nós. muito obrigada por participar do evento <3

Era a quarta vez desde que Chan começou a fazer parte do grupo das suas amigas que ele reclamava sobre uma garota.

“Que cara é essa?”, você perguntou empurrando o ombro dele carinhosamente. “Deixa eu adivinhar, mulher?”

“Como você sabe?”, respondeu, resignado, enquanto puxava a touca preta para cima e revelava os cabelos em um emaranhado. Tentou organizar os fios os separando com os dedos, mas desistiu, colocando a touca mais uma vez.

“Sempre que você tá com essa cara é mulher. É um padrão.”, você o encarou enquanto ele encarava horizonte atrás de você, observando o sol se pôr pela janela ampla que revelava a rua movimentada e o alaranjado virar um azul escuro, denso e profundo. “É a mesma da outra vez?”

“Não.”

“Não? E qual é o problema dessa vez?”

“O mesmo da outra.”

“Chan.”

“É sério, essa também tem um relacionamento aberto e só me disse depois que a gente já tinha saído várias vezes.”

“Porra.”

“Pois é”, ele bebericou o café sem tirar os olhos do vidro, e se silenciou.

Vocês não tinham tanta intimidade assim. Acabou de você ficar sabendo de todas essas histórias porque você sempre estava lá quando ele contava para a melhor amiga dele, que também era a sua. Chan havia se mudado há alguns meses e não conhecendo ninguém na cidade, estava sempre com vocês. Sempre. Exceto quando estava sendo feito de gato e sapato por alguma garota, o que era todas as outras vezes. Chan era um cara legal, muito bonito e extremamente carinhoso e atencioso, mas você pessoalmente ainda precisava ver mais dele para deixá-lo entrar na sua vida de fato, já que a maioria das vezes que vocês conversavam era junto do grupo. Hoje era a primeira vez que vocês ficavam completamente sozinhos, e isso só tinha acontecido porque ele acabara de terminar o turno dele e você esperava para começar o seu. Você podia dizer que gostava dele, principalmente depois do dia em que ele te acompanhou até em casa enquanto você passava mal, mesmo que isso significasse atravessar a cidade porque vocês moravam em direções completamente opostas.

“Você deve me achar um trouxa, né?”

A pergunta te atingiu em cheio e sua expressão não foi a mais amigável possível. “Eu? Claro que não! Por que eu acharia isso?”

“Porque eu sou”, respondeu, dando de ombros. Apesar da sequência de foras, você nunca tinha o visto tão… Decepcionado. Ele sempre era animado e brincalhão, e fazia piada até desses acontecimentos, mas dessa vez você achava que, seja lá o que tivesse acontecido, tinha mexido com ele de uma forma diferente.

Você segurou a mão dele por cima da mesa. Chan finalmente te olhou e você assistiu os olhos escuros e tensos se tornarem mais suaves. Ele encarou seus dedos segurando parcialmente os dele e o conforto que eles transmitiam mesmo estando tão mal encaixados, para segundos depois segurá-los com mais força, observando como você se arrumou na cadeira, sem intenção nenhuma de largá-lo, retribuindo o aperto. “Você não é o problema, cara, eu pelo menos não acho que seja. Quando uma pessoa boa é ferida porque fez o bem ela não é a errada, e sim o contrário”, afirmou, com as sobrancelhas levantadas como sempre fazia quando colocava sua opinião. Ele achava fofo. “Você só precisa parar de se envolver com casada!”, sua piada o fez dar um sorriso de lado, que revelava um covinha tímida e se transformou em um sorriso aberto que fazia os olhos dele se fecharem também gradativamente. Você olhou mais uma vez a mão dele entrelaçada na sua observando contraste entre as suas peles e seu coração fez um movimento peculiar.  

“Agora vai pra casa, eu tenho que trabalhar”, sua gerente te olhava de canto de olho enquanto olhava também para o relógio. “A gente se vê amanhã.”

“Eu tô de folga amanhã.”

“Também?”, ele assentiu, pegando o casaco e a mochila, e antes de ir, beijou sua bochecha com um selar demorado. Você sentiu seu corpo se aquecer com o toque dele, apesar de lá fora fazer menos de dois dígitos de temperatura, e pensou como alguém poderia ser tão cruel com um ser tão… Qual era o adjetivo que você pretendia usar? O que Bang Chan era pra você que havia tanta dificuldade em defini-lo?  

Quando seu turno terminou às 23h, e como mais ninguém saia nesse horário, você sempre deixava o café como um tiro em direção a estação de metrô, mas dessa vez algo te impediu. Do outro lado da avenida, sentado em um bar, olhando o celular com uma concentração inabalável, você avistou Chan. Atravessou o farol com uma pequena corrida e caminhou rapidamente até a mesa que ele estava sentado.

“Por que você não tá em casa?”, ele demorou para levantar os olhos e identificar que você era você, mas quando o fez, um sorriso cansado e animado surgiu no rosto sério.

“‘Tava assistindo um filme pelo TikTok, você sabia que dá pra fazer isso? Óbvio, você precisa assistir em várias partes, mas também sempre tem uma narração em cima que te ajuda-”, Chan tagarelava sem parar, sendo o Chan de sempre, mas essa não era a resposta que você queria.

“Por que você ‘tá assistindo um filme pelo TikTok em um bar que nosso salário não paga em vez de estar em casa, Bang Chan?”, seu tom imperativo e os braços em riste em posição de ataque sempre pegavam ele de jeito.

“Eu marquei com aquela menina aqui, mas ela não veio”, o tom de naturalidade dele fez seu sangue ferver.

“Que filha da puta!”

Ele fez uma careta e levantou os ombros sem fazer questão do assunto enquanto matava o último gole de cerveja.

“Você tá bem? Quanto você bebeu?”, você abaixou o rosto na altura do dele, tentando encontrar algum sinal de embriaguez, mas principalmente preocupada com o comportamento inusitado dele. Já Chan conseguiu observar o formato da sua boca, seu pescoço a mostra pelo cabelo crespo preso em um coque e como você era ainda mais bonita de perto com a luz da lua iluminando a sua pele.

“Literalmente uma garrafa, você foi bastante precisa quando disse que esse bar não é pra gente. Nossa, você é muito cheirosa.”

“Obrigada?”, você respondeu, pega desprevenida mais um vez e apenas depois de responder percebeu que aquilo era um elogio. Suas bochechas arderam e você as apalpou, tentando entender se algo tinha te acertado.

“Vem, vou te levar pra casa”, disse passando o braço ao redor do seu pescoço e começou a caminhar em direção ao transporte público.

“Vai?”

“Vou.”

Vocês terminaram de ver o filme que Chan assistia pelo Youtube, e ele fez questão que fosse um compilado do TikTok, porque a narração era parte importante da obra. 

“Foi uma experiência, isso eu não posso negar”, você admitiu, colocando o balde de pipoca vazio no móvel onde a TV estava agora desligada. Ele segurava a unha entre os dentes, sorrindo sem motivo, enquanto te observava sentar ao lado dele no sofá. “Que foi? Você tá muito felizinho pra quem tomou um pé na bunda.”

“Nada não”, ele abriu o zíper do casaco até a metade do peito e cruzou os braços, parecendo que precisava contar alguma coisa urgentemente. “A gente nunca ficou tanto tempo sozinho, né? Sempre tem tanta gente e um monte de coisas acontecendo ao mesmo tempo.”

Você o olhou, desconfiada. “Tem certeza que você só bebeu uma garrafa? O efeito tá demorando passar…”, antes que você terminasse ele chamou seu nome, em um tom baixo e grave e você sentiu os pelos da sua nuca reagirem, mais pelo jeito como a palavra saiu da boca dele, como se de fato ele precisasse te contar um segredo e esse segredo fosse mudar a história da sua vida, do que pelo tom que ele usou. Como se seu nome fosse um feitiço, que dito por ele, não te daria chance de escapar. 

Seu corpo ficou paralisando assistindo Chan chegar mais perto de você, mais perto até que prendesse os dedos dele nos seus como você tinha feito mais cedo e os rostos estivessem tão próximos que você conseguia sentir o hálito quente na sua própria boca. “Vou te beijar agora e se você não quiser é só dar um soco na minha cara.” 

Droga, você nem tinha dúvidas. Só fechou os olhos e sentiu a boca dele grudar na sua com traço de pressa, mas com tanta delicadeza e destreza que apertar a mão dele parecia ser a única forma de pedir para que ele não parasse, porque seu cérebro não funcionava mais. Bang Chan sempre foi assim? Quente? Macio? Cheiroso? Sua cabeça estava em negação todo esse tempo e não conseguia ver que ele era assim?

Segurou sua nuca, puxando sua boca e todo o resto do seu corpo para mais perto enquanto suas mãos encontraram o pescoço dele, se apoiando e impedindo caso ele parasse de sugar os lábios do jeito que fazia, retribuindo os movimentos em um silêncio sucral, e quando ele parou por um segundo sua boca se impulsionou para frente, procurando a dele. “Vou entender isso como sim”, Chan te avisou, enquanto deslizava o nariz no seu, “Porque sua boca… Não consigo parar”, concluiu antes de beijar canto dela e devorá-la de novo, deitando sobre você pouco a pouco e notando que você terminava de descer o zíper do moletom dele.

Você precisava tocar ele, sentir mais do calor na sua pele, já que os lábios dele brincando com seus, a língua circulando a sua e o jeito ele te segurava não era suficiente. Chan gemeu baixinho quando seu joelho se levantou um pouco e topou com o volume entre as pernas dele. Quando você percebeu o que havia tocado, tudo que conseguiu fazer foi gemer de volta, sentido seu próprio canal se retrair contra o vazio. “Droga…”, você xingou quando ele parou para olhar seu rosto anuviado, mesmo com os olhos fechados. “Isso foi..?”

“Foi”, sem pensar em nada, Chan beijou seu pescoço, demoradamente, e fez o mesmo com toda a pele dessa região. Sentia sua respiração ficar mais descompassada a cada vez que ele descia mais os selares. “Eu não ‘tava brincando quando disse que você é cheirosa. Cheirosa pra caralho.”

“Chan”, ele olhou para cima e encontrou seus olhos vidrados nele.

“Diz”, ele sabia o que você queria. Conseguia ver como você apertava suas pernas uma contra a outra, procurando por atrito e não querendo te provocar, mas precisando também te sentir, apertou sua cintura por cima da roupa, descendo até os seus quadris.

“Eu…”, sua voz falhou, parecendo um miado assustado que ele achou tão excitante. “Porra, não brinca comigo”, seu olhar vibrante o fez perceber que era impossivel resistir a qualquer coisa que você fizesse. Te beijou de novo, levando o próprio joelho agora ao centro das suas coxas e sentindo como você automaticamente passou a se roçar contra ele, com o corpo mole, mas necessitada de um pouco de pressão ali, que ele começou a aplicar ao mesmo tempo que apertava seu peito. Beijou seu pescoço de novo, beijos de boca aberta que deixariam no mínimo uma manchinha na sua pele negra cintilante, mas que não parecia um problema para você, já que sempre que os dentes roçavam nela, você esfregava com mais força na perna dele.

“Me diz que você tá tão molhada quanto eu”, perguntou, sentindo o líquido pré gozo colar na cueca.

“Quer confirmar?”, Chan te olhou no mesmo momento e você sorriu, disfarçando o constrangimento. Você nunca tinha o visto sorrir com tantos dentes. Os dedos foram no cós da sua calça, abrindo com cuidado, e mergulhando para dentro, encontrou prontamente uma pocinha no lugar. Você segurou o ar, apesar dele quase não ter te tocado, e quando ele o fez, usando dois dedos para explorar os lábios encharcados, você soltou o pulmão com a mesma intensidade. Gemeu, alucinada, quando ele circulou sua entrada, ameaçando adentrá-la, mas não o fez.

“Eu posso-”

“Por favor, por favor”, sua mão segurou os cabelos da nuca dele, se preparando para o pior. Chan inseriu lentamente as digitais, olhando sua boca se abrir e não emitir nenhum som, mas sentido que sua cintura continuava indo em direção a palma dele. A imagem o fez friccionar o membro apertado dentro da calça na sua perna, imaginando com você o receberia ali, tão quente e molhada. 

Cada vez que Chan movimentava os dedos e atingia uma parte ainda mais sensível, você se contraia espontaneamente, como se ele tivesse encontrado o botão certo no lugar certo. “Promete pra mim que você vai fazer isso quando eu estiver te fudendo. Por favor, não desperdiça essa habilidade nos meus dedos….” 

Você riu, completamente aérea e riu mais forte imaginando o que ele disse. “Chan… O que a gente tá fazendo?”

“Não sei, mas não acredito que você se escondeu esse tempo todo de mim.”

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Skz Calling You Clingy Part 2

Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, I.N.

Part 1

Authors note: I tried to finish it fast but, you know, life. I tagged everyone who asked for a part 2. I will start the other members at some point.

Warning: none I think

Taglist: @jazziwritesthings @luckymilkshakerebel @lcmonriize @galaxy4489

Word count: 963

It's been 3 days since he snapped at you. You've been giving him space like he asked, not going to the door when he comes home, not asking him about his day, not texting him reminding him to eat and drink enough water, and not clinging onto him before going to sleep. You still cook dinner for him, your mind wouldn't leave you alone unless you knew he had a warm home-cooked meal at the end of the day, however, you no longer try bringing him the food, you just leave it covered on the table for him to eat when he comes home. You've been so distant with him that it feels like walking on eggshells whenever you are in the same room.

Seungmin had been feeling extremely guilty for snapping at you. He regretted it ever since the moment it happened but he was stubborn and prideful and hated having to admit when he was wrong. But with each day that passed, he could tell how hurt you were, and it was eating him up inside. His heart ached every time he came home to find the house quiet, with no sign of you even being there. It felt like he was living alone, and he hated it. He missed your presence, your voice, your laughter, everything about you.

Tonight was the same as the past 3 nights. He came home from practice late and found dinner on the table, but there was no sign of you, you must've been asleep already, he thought. He sat at the table and began to eat, the food was good but cold, you must've made it a while ago.

He ate it all anyway.

After finishing his meal, Seungmin sat there for a few minutes, staring at the empty chair across from him. He really wished you were sitting there right now, talking to him about your day, or just sitting in comfortable silence. He could no longer deny it, something needed to be fixed. Seungmin needed to talk to you, apologize, and make things right again. With a heavy heart, he forced himself to get up and head to the bedroom. Opening the door quietly, he looked around the room and spotted a lump under the covers, confirming you were asleep.

Seungmin moved closer to the edge of the bed, sitting down gently so he wouldn't wake you up. He took a moment to just look at your peaceful sleeping form and it made his heart ache even more. You were always sleeping by the time he came home nowadays. You were avoiding him, it was all his fault for lashing out.

Taking a deep breath, he spoke quietly, "Hey… Are you awake?” He waited a few seconds for you to respond but you stayed motionless and silent. He wasn't sure if you were pretending to be asleep, but he decided just to talk anyway, "I know you're mad at me… And you have every right to be. I was being an ass when I yelled at you. I'm really sorry." He paused for a moment, taking another deep breath before continuing.

"I didn't mean what I said. I was just tired and in a bad mood… That's no excuse though. I was being a jerk to you for no reason… I understand if you don't wanna talk to-"

He was cut off when you rolled over and threw yourself onto him.

Seungmin's heart skipped a beat as you suddenly threw yourself onto him. He was caught off guard at first, but quickly wrapped his arms around you, holding you against his chest tightly. He could feel you shaking slightly in his arms, and he gently began running a hand over your back in a soothing manner.

"I'm sorry… I'm really sorry." He repeated softly as he cradled you in his arms, feeling the guilt and regret weighing on him heavily.

“I know…and I forgive you.”

Seungmin tightened his hold on you, his heart swelling with relief at your words. You forgave him… and he was so grateful for that. He pulled back a bit to look down at your face, cupping your cheek gently. His eyes searched for any hint of anger or lingering hurt but there was none. Seeing your tired, yet slightly tear-stained face, his heart ached. He reached up with his other hand to gently brush away a few stray tears on your cheek.

"You're crying…" He mumbled softly, his thumb gently stroking your skin. "I really don't deserve you, do I…?" He let out a sigh, shifting slightly so he could lie down on the bed with you cradled in his arms.

“You're comfortable…it's making me sleepy…" You whisper, the sound muffled by his hoodie.

He continued to stroke your hair and caress your back soothingly, "Yeah? Then sleep… I'm not going anywhere."

“I love you…” You whisper to him

Seungmin's heart clenched at your words. Hearing those words from you again after all the coldness between you two hit him like a wave. He tightened his hold on you a bit more, pulling you even closer, and buried his face in your hair once more.

"I love you too.." he mumbled against your head, his voice filled with a mixture of regret, love, and relief. "So much… I really, really love you…"

Despite these past few days he didn't need to tell you he loved you because you would never doubt his love for you, and he would never doubt your love for him.