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skzophreniic · 25 days ago

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sfw alphabet with bangchan

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 what being in a relationship with chan is like

featuring: Christopher Bahng x reader

notes: yeah...this kinda got out of hand i did not mean for it to be this long.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Bang Chan is naturally affectionate, though he isn’t always obvious about it. He shows his love through small, thoughtful gestures—things that don’t seem grand on their own but add up to something irreplaceable. He tucks loose strands of hair behind your ear while you're talking, rests his hand on your knee when you sit beside him, and instinctively reaches for you in crowded places.

His affection also manifests in acts of service. He’ll warm up your side of the bed before you crawl in, make sure you drink water when you’re too focused on something, and quietly pull you into a hug when he senses you need one.

One night, you’re working late on your laptop, shoulders aching from hunching over the screen. You don’t notice Chan enter the room until he’s behind you, his hands slipping onto your shoulders. “You’ve been at this for hours,” he murmurs, thumbs pressing into a particularly sore spot. You hum in response, too tired to argue.

“Five more minutes,” you mumble.

He lets out a soft laugh before leaning down, brushing a kiss against your temple. “Not happening. C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

You don’t protest when he gently pulls you up, wrapping an arm around your waist as he leads you away.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Before anything else, Bang Chan would be your best friend—the person you call in the middle of the night just to talk, the one who hypes you up when you’re feeling insecure, the one who sticks by you no matter what. He listens intently, remembers things you mention in passing, and somehow always knows exactly what you need.

Your friendship probably started in the most unassuming way. Maybe you met at a mutual friend’s gathering, or maybe you simply ended up sitting next to each other one day and clicked. Whatever the case, it didn’t take long for Chan to carve out a permanent place in your life.

One particular night, you’re both sitting in his studio, legs stretched out, sharing a bag of chips between you. It’s well past midnight, but neither of you seem eager to leave.

“You know,” he says, staring at the ceiling, “I think I’d go insane without you.”

You snort. “You already are insane.”

He rolls his eyes but smiles, nudging your shoulder with his. “Nah, but seriously. You’re kinda my favorite person.”

Something in the way he says it makes your heart stutter. You don’t say anything, just smile as you lean your head against his shoulder.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Bang Chan is a natural cuddler, though he’d never outright admit it. He just finds himself drawn to you—whether it’s resting his head in your lap while you scroll through your phone, draping himself over you on the couch, or tangling his limbs with yours in bed.

He has a way of holding you that feels safe, like he’s silently telling you that you belong there. His favorite position is with you curled against his chest, your head tucked under his chin. He likes feeling your heartbeat against his, knowing you’re right there with him.

One chilly evening, you’re both watching a movie when a shiver runs down your spine. Chan notices immediately, wordlessly pulling a blanket over you before opening his arms in invitation.

You don’t hesitate, shifting closer until you’re pressed against his chest. His arms wrap around you easily, his hand rubbing gentle circles into your back.

“Better?” he murmurs.

You nod, nuzzling into the warmth of his hoodie. “Much better.”

He hums in satisfaction, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Good.”

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Bang Chan dreams of settling down, but a part of him is afraid of it. Not because he doesn’t want it—he does, desperately—but because he worries about whether he can balance it with everything else in his life. He wants to be present, to be the kind of partner who gives his all, but his hectic schedule makes that difficult.

Still, he finds ways to weave domesticity into your relationship. He enjoys simple things—making breakfast together, folding laundry while joking around, doing grocery runs at odd hours. He might not always be around, but when he is, he makes every moment count.

One evening, he insists on cooking dinner. You lean against the counter, watching as he frowns in concentration while chopping vegetables.

“Didn’t know you were such a chef,” you tease.

He smirks, tossing a slice of bell pepper at you. “Stick around, and you’ll see all my hidden talents.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling as he returns to cooking, humming softly under his breath.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Breaking up with you would be the hardest thing Bang Chan has ever done. He isn’t someone who gives up easily—he fights for the people he loves with everything he has. If he reached the point where he believed breaking up was necessary, it wouldn’t be because he stopped loving you. It would be because he thought you deserved better.

He’d agonize over the decision for weeks, maybe even months. His heart would war with his mind, convincing himself that maybe things could work, that maybe he could be the partner you needed him to be. But eventually, if he truly believed he was holding you back, he’d force himself to let you go.

The night he does it, his apartment feels suffocating. He asked you to come over, and now you sit across from him on the couch, sensing something is off. His knee bounces, fingers threading through his curls—a habit of his when he’s nervous.

“Chris,” you finally say, voice laced with concern. “Talk to me.”

He swallows hard. He doesn’t want to do this. But he also can’t stand the thought of watching you grow resentful of the late nights, the missed dates, the exhaustion that keeps pulling him away.

“I love you,” he starts, voice thick. “More than anything.”

Your brows furrow, your lips parting to respond, but he shakes his head. “But I think… I think I’m hurting you.” His eyes flicker to the floor, ashamed. “I see the way you wait up for me, the way you pretend it doesn’t hurt when I have to cancel plans. I see how tired you are of this.”

Tears well in your eyes, and you shake your head. “That’s not—Chris, I love you. I don’t want anyone else.”

His breath hitches. God, he wants to believe that love is enough. He wants to believe that he can give you the life you deserve. But he’s scared. Scared that one day, you’ll look at him and realize that his love alone isn’t enough to make up for everything else.

So, with a heart that feels like it’s caving in on itself, he whispers, “I think we need to let go.”

The words taste like regret on his tongue.

And when you break down in front of him, when you reach for him one last time, he hates himself for not pulling you back.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Bang Chan isn’t afraid of commitment—he’s afraid of failing at it. He’s always imagined himself settling down, finding that one person who makes the world feel a little less chaotic. But the idea of marriage, of forever, holds a weight he doesn’t take lightly. He wouldn’t rush into it, but once he’s sure of you, he won’t hesitate to start planning a future together.

It happens on an ordinary night. You’re curled up together on the couch, half-watching a movie, your fingers tracing mindless patterns over his arm. His heart beats steadily beneath your touch, but his mind is racing.

He doesn’t know when it started—this feeling of inevitability. Maybe it was the first time he caught himself imagining a house with you. Maybe it was when he realized he never wanted to wake up without you beside him.

Maybe it was always there, quietly weaving itself into his bones.

“Would you ever want to get married?” he asks suddenly, his voice low.

You shift, blinking up at him. “To you?”

A slow, bashful smile tugs at his lips. “Yeah. To me.”

You tilt your head, studying him. “Is this your way of proposing? Because if it is, you’re gonna have to do a little better than this, Christopher.”

He laughs, warmth flooding his chest. “No, not yet. Just… thinking.” His fingers lace with yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “But one day, yeah?”

Your smile softens. “One day.”

And from that moment on, he starts looking at rings.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Bang Chan is gentle in ways that don’t always look obvious. He isn’t just soft with his touch—he’s soft with his words, his presence, the way he loves. He holds you like you’re the most delicate thing in the world, even when he knows you’re strong.

Physically, his touch is always careful. When he cups your face, his thumbs brush over your cheekbones. When he kisses you, it’s slow and lingering, like he wants to memorize the feel of your lips. Even in moments of urgency, there’s an unspoken reverence in the way he touches you.

Emotionally, he’s just as tender. He never dismisses your feelings, never tells you to “get over it” when you’re upset. Instead, he listens. He validates. He reminds you that it’s okay to feel things deeply.

One evening, after a particularly exhausting day, you’re curled up in bed, facing away from him. He notices the way your shoulders tremble, the way your breath hitches. Without a word, he scoots closer, his arms wrapping around you from behind.

“Talk to me,” he murmurs, his lips grazing your temple.

You shake your head. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“That’s okay,” he says. “Just let me hold you.”

And so he does. Until your breathing evens out, until the weight in your chest feels a little lighter, until you remember that you’re never alone.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hugs with Bang Chan are the kind of thing that ruin all other hugs for you. There’s something about the way he holds you—firm, secure, like he never wants to let go.

He’s not shy about them, either. He’ll pull you into a hug without thinking, whether it’s after a long day, when he sees you across the room, or just because he wants to feel you close. His arms fit around you perfectly, and he always holds on for just a few seconds longer than necessary.

His favorite kind of hug is the slow, lingering one—where his hands smooth over your back, his nose brushes against your neck, and he breathes you in like you’re the only thing grounding him.

After one of his exhausting workdays, you barely step through the door before he’s wrapping himself around you. “Hi,” he mumbles against your shoulder, his arms locking you in place.

You smile, running your fingers through his curls. “Long day?”

He just nods, his grip tightening. He doesn’t let go for a long time. And when he finally does, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, like he’s silently thanking you for being his safe place.

I = I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Bang Chan doesn’t say “I love you” lightly. It’s not something he throws around just because it feels good to hear. When he says it, he means it—fully, deeply, in a way that changes everything.

But he feels it long before he says it.

It starts in the quiet moments—the way he watches you when you’re not looking, the way his heart stumbles over itself when you laugh. It’s in the way he remembers the smallest details, the way he worries about you when you’re not feeling well, the way he instinctively reaches for you in his sleep.

The words build up inside him, sitting on the tip of his tongue, waiting. And when they finally spill out, it’s in a moment he doesn’t plan.

You’re in his studio, curled up on the couch while he works on a track. It’s late, the city outside buzzing with distant life, but in here, it’s just the two of you. You’re half-asleep, head resting against your arms, the soft glow of his monitor casting shadows across your face.

He looks at you, and it just hits him.

“I love you.”

It’s quiet, barely above a whisper, but you hear it. Your eyes flutter open, and he freezes—he hadn’t meant to say it yet, hadn’t even been thinking about it.

But now it’s out there, hanging between you like something sacred.

You don’t hesitate. You smile, slow and sleepy, reaching for his hand. “I love you too.”

And just like that, he knows he never wants to stop saying it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Bang Chan isn’t possessive, but jealousy still sneaks up on him in ways he doesn’t expect. It’s not about distrust—it’s about how much he cares, how much he fears losing you.

Most of the time, he handles it well. He knows you love him, and he trusts you completely. But every now and then, he catches a glance that lingers too long, a conversation that feels a little too intimate, and something inside him tightens.

He doesn’t make a scene. He doesn’t start fights. But he makes sure people know exactly who you belong to.

One night, at a party, you’re talking to someone—a guy who’s leaning in just a little too close, smiling a little too much. It’s innocent, really. You’re just being polite. But Chan sees the way the guy is looking at you, and his jaw clenches.

He doesn’t storm over. He doesn’t cut the conversation short. Instead, he walks up behind you, resting a hand on your waist, fingers pressing into your hip just enough to remind you that he’s there.

“Hey, baby,” he murmurs against your temple, pressing a kiss there. “Everything okay?”

You smile, leaning into him instinctively. “Yeah, just talking.”

The guy shifts awkwardly under Chan’s gaze, suddenly aware of the unspoken message. And just like that, Chan’s tension eases. He trusts you, always. But that doesn’t mean he won’t remind the world that you’re his.

Later, when you tease him about it, he just shrugs. “Can you blame me?” he says, pulling you into his lap. “Look at you.”

And when you kiss him, slow and sweet, his jealousy disappears entirely.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Bang Chan kisses like he loves—with intention, warmth, and a tenderness that makes your heart stutter. His lips are always soft, always seeking, whether he’s pressing the lightest peck to your temple or pulling you in for something deeper, something that makes your knees weak.

He has no single favorite place to kiss you because, to him, every inch of you is worth his affection. He loves pressing his lips against your forehead when you’re sleepy, a silent “I’m here.” He loves the way your skin warms beneath his mouth when he kisses the inside of your wrist, your palm, the tip of your nose. But his absolute favorite? Your lips—because he gets to feel the way you sigh against him, the way you lean into him like you never want to let go.

And when you kiss him? His breath always hitches, no matter how many times you do it. He’s particularly weak for kisses along his jaw and down his neck—places that make him shiver under your touch. If you kiss him there absentmindedly, without any ulterior motive, he melts completely.

One evening, you’re curled up on the couch, Chan’s fingers tracing circles over your arm as the TV plays some random show neither of you are really paying attention to. You shift slightly, turning to press a soft kiss against his jaw, then another along the column of his neck. His breath catches, fingers pausing in their movement.

“What was that for?” he murmurs, voice lower than before.

You shrug, smiling against his skin. “Felt like it.”

He tilts his head, catching your lips with his before you can pull away. It starts slow, soft—then deepens, his hand sliding to cup your face, holding you there like he never wants to let go.

“Mm,” he hums against your lips. “Kiss me like that again.”

And, really, how could you ever say no?

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) Bang Chan is an absolute natural with kids. He has this effortless way of making them feel safe, like they can trust him immediately. Maybe it’s the warmth in his eyes, or the way he speaks to them like they matter—not just as kids, but as people with thoughts and feelings of their own.

He’s the kind of person who crouches down to their level when talking to them, who listens intently to their stories no matter how nonsensical they may be. He makes silly faces, lets them climb all over him, and somehow always has enough patience to entertain them for hours.

One afternoon, you’re both visiting a friend who has a toddler, and within minutes, Chan is on the floor, completely absorbed in a game of pretend. The child hands him a toy phone, and without hesitation, he puts it to his ear.

“Hello? Oh, really?” His expression is completely serious as he nods along. “No way, you’re kidding! Well, you better tell them that’s not how we do things around here.”

The toddler giggles, clearly delighted, and Chan grins before passing the phone back. When he glances up at you, you’re watching him with the softest expression.

“What?” he asks, still smiling.

“Nothing,” you murmur, shaking your head. “You’re just… really good at this.”

Later that night, when the two of you are alone, you catch him staring at you with a thoughtful expression. When you ask him what he’s thinking about, he just shrugs, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Just wondering what our kids would be like.”

Your heart nearly stops. But when you look at him, there’s no nervousness, no hesitation—just a quiet certainty, like he’s already imagined a future where you’re both chasing little feet through a home filled with laughter.

And somehow, that thought makes you love him even more.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Chan are the kind that make you want to stay in bed forever. He wakes up slowly, reluctantly, because the second he becomes aware of you beside him, leaving is the last thing on his mind. He’s warm, drowsy, and in no rush to face the world when you’re right there, soft and pliant in his arms.

His first instinct is to find you—an arm lazily slung over your waist, his face pressed against the crook of your neck, his breath fanning across your skin in slow, even puffs. His body is heavy with sleep, but his hold on you is strong, keeping you pinned against him as if you might slip away the second he lets go.

"Mmm, stay," he mumbles, voice thick with sleep, one hand slipping under your shirt just to feel your warmth. His touch is lazy, absentminded—slow circles traced against your bare skin, his lips brushing your shoulder in the softest, most tender kisses.

If you try to move, he groans—not dramatic, but real, an aching sort of sound that makes you freeze. It’s not just about comfort. It’s you. He’s spent so much time being everything for everyone—getting up before dawn, running himself into exhaustion—but here, in this quiet space, you are the only thing he wants.

Eventually, he’ll relent—but only if you give him his morning kiss first. And not just a quick peck. He wants it slow, deep, something that lingers even after you pull away. He’ll chase your lips, a soft, lazy smile curving against your mouth before he lets you go.

Once you make it out of bed, he’s clingy—following you to the kitchen, wrapping his arms around you from behind while you make breakfast. He rests his chin on your shoulder, humming softly, pressing sleepy kisses to your neck between murmured compliments. “You’re so pretty in the morning, baby.”

And if there’s no rush to leave? He’ll pull you onto the couch, wrapping you up in his warmth, fingers lazily tangled with yours. There’s something so intimate about it—just being together, existing in this quiet, safe space before the day takes him away.

Because no matter how busy life gets, mornings with you? They’re his favorite part of the day.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Chan feel like coming home. No matter how chaotic his day was, how exhausted he is, the moment he steps into your shared space, everything slows.

If he’s had a long day, the first thing he does is find you—dropping his bag, pulling you into his arms, burying his face in your hair as he exhales a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. He doesn’t say much at first, just holds you close, grounding himself in your warmth.

"Missed you," he murmurs, voice low, hands splayed across your back like he’s making sure you’re really there.

After dinner, he’s in full relaxation mode—cuddled up on the couch with you, one arm draped over your shoulders, his fingers absently playing with yours. He loves having you curled against him, whether you’re watching something or just enjoying the silence. Sometimes he hums softly under his breath, not even realizing he’s doing it—his voice a quiet, soothing lull against your skin.

But his favorite part of the night? The quiet conversations before sleep. Lying in bed with you, tangled in the sheets, talking about everything—your day, your dreams, the little things that made you smile.

He’s softer at night, more vulnerable, more open. His guard is down, and the words flow easier—the things he doesn’t always say out loud during the day.

"You make everything feel easier," he admits one night, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "Like no matter what happens, I know I’ll be okay if I have you."

And when sleep finally takes him, it’s with you in his arms—his body curled protectively around yours, his breaths slow and even, his fingers still laced with yours. Because this—you, here, now—is the safest, happiest place he’s ever been.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves?)

Chan wants to be open with you. He really does. But it’s hard—years of being the strong one, the leader, the fixer have made it instinctual for him to hold things in.

At first, he tells you the surface-level things—the childhood stories, the funny moments, the easy stuff. But the real things? The insecurities, the pressure, the way he never feels like he’s doing enough? Those take time.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you—he does, more than anyone. But vulnerability isn’t second nature to him. He’s spent so long carrying everything alone that even with you, it takes a while for him to realize he doesn’t have to.

The first time he really opens up, it’s late at night. He’s quiet, restless, staring at the ceiling with a tension in his shoulders that hasn’t faded, even in bed beside you.

"I feel like no matter how much I do, it’s never enough." His voice is soft, almost hesitant, like he’s afraid of saying it out loud.

You don’t rush him. You just listen, running your fingers through his hair, pressing a silent kiss to his temple. And that’s what breaks him—your patience, your quiet understanding.

Once he realizes he can lean on you, that you want to share his burdens, he never holds back again. He wants you to know him—all of him. Because if there’s anyone he trusts with his heart, his fears, his everything—it’s you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Chan has patience in spades. He has to. Years of leading, managing, problem-solving—it’s ingrained in him to stay level-headed, to be the calm presence people can rely on. He’s the type to take a deep breath instead of snapping, to think before reacting. Even when things frustrate him, he bottles it up, redirects it, tries to fix rather than fight.

But that doesn’t mean he’s immune to anger. He just holds it in, packs it away—until something really pushes him over the edge.

It’s a slow burn, the kind of anger that doesn’t explode immediately. When he’s upset, he withdraws first—lips pressed in a tight line, fingers tapping against his thigh, jaw clenched so hard it aches. His voice doesn’t raise—if anything, it lowers, taking on that razor-sharp edge that makes people listen.

"I don’t have the energy to deal with this right now," he mutters, rubbing a hand down his face, exhaling through his nose like he’s trying to physically push the frustration out of his body.

He hates losing his temper. It makes him feel out of control, and that’s something he’s never been comfortable with. So when he does—when something really gets to him—it’s because it matters.

With you? His patience is nearly endless. You could tease him, poke fun at him, push his buttons, and he’d just sigh—smiling despite himself, shaking his head like, You’re lucky you’re cute.

"You love seeing how much I’ll let you get away with, huh?" he teases, pulling you into his arms, resting his forehead against yours with a grin that says you win, always.

But if something serious comes up—an argument, a misunderstanding—he’s not the type to yell. He’d rather talk things through, sit down with you, figure out what’s wrong. He doesn’t like leaving things unresolved, doesn’t want you to go to bed upset. Even when he’s frustrated, his first instinct is to fix rather than fight.

The only time his patience snaps? If someone hurts you.

That’s when the calm, easygoing Chan disappears completely. There’s no slow burn, no measured breath—his entire demeanor shifts. His jaw sets, his eyes darken, his stance becomes rigid. He doesn’t yell, doesn’t throw punches, but there’s something in his presence that demands attention.

"You’re not going near them again. Ever." His voice is firm, steady, carrying weight—not a threat, but a promise.

Chan doesn’t act on anger alone, but if someone crosses that line, he will handle it. Not recklessly, not violently, but effectively. He’ll put himself between you and whoever dared to hurt you without a second thought, his protective instincts kicking in immediately.

And afterward? He doesn’t let you go for a while. He checks on you a thousand times, cups your face in his hands, presses gentle kisses to your forehead like he’s reassuring himself as much as you.

"You okay?" he murmurs, voice softer now, hands warm against your skin. "You’re safe. I promise."

Because patience? He has plenty.

But when it comes to you, his patience has a limit. And if someone dares to cross it? He’ll make sure they never get the chance to do it again.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you?)

Chan doesn’t just listen—he collects pieces of you like precious keepsakes, tucking them away in the corners of his mind where they stay, untouched by time. He remembers things you forget you even told him, things that seemed insignificant when you said them, but to him, nothing about you is insignificant.

Like the way you can’t fall asleep without the blanket pulled up to your chin, even in the summer. The way your fingers tap an unconscious rhythm against his arm when you’re thinking. The exact way you take your coffee—not just the standard order, but the little details, like how you secretly enjoy the foam more than the drink itself.

You could mention your childhood comfort movie once, in a random conversation months ago, and one day, when you’re feeling down, he’s pressing play before you even ask, curling up beside you with that gentle, knowing smile. "Figured this might help," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple like it’s second nature.

And it’s not just the small things—he remembers how you feel. The way your voice shifts when you’re excited, the way your body tenses before you admit you’re upset. He knows you, in a way that makes you feel seen, cherished, held.

"How do you always know?" you ask one night, laughing softly when he hands you your favorite snack—one you’d mentioned in passing once, months ago.

He just shrugs, eyes warm with something softer than a simple answer. "Because it’s you," he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. "And I don’t forget the things that matter."

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

For Chan, love isn’t just about the grand, cinematic moments—it’s in the quiet, everyday things, the ones that sneak up on him and make his chest ache in the best way. He could spend hours talking about all the little times you’ve made him fall for you all over again, but if he had to pick just one moment, there’s one night that always stands out.

It wasn’t a special occasion. No anniversary, no birthday, no reason for anything extraordinary. Just a regular night in, the two of you curled up in bed, tangled together beneath the covers. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the lamp casting everything in warm gold. You were half-asleep, head resting on his chest, body relaxed against his like you belonged there—because you did. And Chan remembers looking down at you, his heart beating slow and steady beneath your ear, and thinking, this is it. This is everything.

Maybe it was the way your fingers absentmindedly traced shapes along his ribs, your touch featherlight and familiar. Maybe it was the way you sighed in contentment when he ran his hand down your back, his touch just as instinctive, like holding you was second nature. Or maybe it was just the quiet. The kind of silence that wasn’t awkward or empty—it was full. Full of warmth, full of love, full of everything he’d ever wanted but never knew how to ask for.

And then, you mumbled something—soft, sleepy, barely audible against his skin. "Love you."

You weren’t even awake. You weren’t saying it because you felt like you had to, or because he’d said it first. You were just feeling it, so much so that even in your sleep, the words slipped out naturally.

That was the moment. The moment he realized he never wanted to go another night without you beside him. The moment he knew he wanted to hear those words from you for the rest of his life.

He pressed a kiss to your hair, tightening his hold on you. "Love you too," he whispered, even though you were already lost in sleep. Because it didn’t matter if you heard it or not—he was going to spend the rest of his life making sure you felt it.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Chan is protective in a way that feels like a constant, steady presence rather than something overbearing. It’s not about control, not about possessiveness—it’s about making sure you always feel safe, always feel cared for, always have someone in your corner, no matter what.

His protectiveness shows up in the little things: the way he instinctively places himself on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street, how his arm naturally comes around you in crowded places, how he watches people carefully when you talk to strangers, making sure no one steps out of line. He’s not aggressive about it, but there’s a quiet, unmistakable strength in the way he carries himself—like even if he never says it out loud, the message is clear: No one messes with you. Not on his watch.

And when you do need him to step in? He’s measured but firm. He doesn’t start fights, doesn’t cause a scene, but if someone makes you uncomfortable or crosses a boundary, his voice gets lower, steadier, and suddenly, he commands attention without even trying. "Hey, they said no." Just like that, the problem is handled, no unnecessary drama, no escalation—just Chan making sure you’re okay. Because that’s all that matters to him.

But his protection isn’t just about physical safety. It’s about your emotional well-being, too. He can always tell when something is weighing on you, even if you try to hide it. And he won’t push—not right away—but he’ll gently nudge, letting you know he’s there. "You don’t have to talk if you’re not ready. But I’m here, yeah?" And when you do open up, he listens. Fully, completely. No interruptions, no dismissing your feelings. Just Chan, giving you his undivided attention, holding your hand, rubbing slow circles into your palm as if to remind you that whatever it is, you’re not facing it alone.

As for how he likes to be protected? He won’t always admit it, but Chan carries a lot. More than he should. And while he’s so used to being the protector, the strong one, the person others lean on, there are moments—quiet, vulnerable ones—where he needs that, too. The nights when exhaustion weighs heavy on him, when the pressure builds too much, when his own worries start creeping in.

And that’s when it means everything to him when you notice. When you run your fingers through his hair, coax him into lying down, and tell him, "You don’t have to do everything on your own, you know. I’ve got you, too."

Because in the end, that’s what love is to him. Not just being the one who protects, but being with someone who makes him feel protected, too.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Chan isn’t the kind of guy who does things halfway—especially not when it comes to you. If something matters to you, then it matters to him, simple as that. And when it comes to love, he believes in showing it. Not just in grand gestures or on special occasions, but in the little, everyday things, too.

Dates? He’s the type to plan them thoughtfully, even if it’s just a simple night in. If you like surprises, he’ll keep you on your toes—showing up with a bag of your favorite takeout and a playlist he made just for the evening. If you prefer something cozy, he’ll clear his schedule, set up a movie night, and tuck you under his arm like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be. And when he does go big? Oh, he goes big—reservations at a place he knows you’ve been wanting to try, an entire day planned out to make sure you feel special. Because to him, it’s not about the extravagance, it’s about making memories with you.

Anniversaries? There’s no forgetting, no last-minute scrambling—Chan remembers. He’ll bring up the little details you mentioned in passing months ago, find ways to incorporate them into the day. He’ll write you a letter—handwritten, heartfelt, pages long—because sometimes, even with all the ways he shows his love, he wants you to see it, to have something tangible to hold onto. And if you’re sentimental, if anniversaries mean a lot to you? Then they mean a lot to him, too.

Gifts? He’s the kind of person who puts thought into them. You could mention something once—"I really liked that candle from that one shop, but I forgot to grab it"—and a month later, it’s wrapped up in his hands, given to you with a soft smile and an I thought you might like this. He’s not about flashy, expensive gifts unless it’s something you really want—he’d rather find something that holds meaning, something that says, I listen. I pay attention. I know you.

Everyday tasks? That’s where his love really shines. Because to Chan, love isn’t just in the big moments—it’s in the small, consistent efforts. It’s waking up first and making you coffee just the way you like it. It’s pulling you closer when he notices you’re cold. It’s seeing that you’ve had a long day and wordlessly doing the dishes, running a bath, making sure you don’t have to worry about anything for a little while.

And he doesn’t just put in effort because he thinks he has to. He does it because he wants to. Because showing up for you—again and again, in every way he can—isn’t something he sees as a duty. It’s just what love looks like to him. And loving you? That’s the easiest thing in the world.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Chan tries so hard to be a perfect boyfriend, but that doesn’t mean he’s without his flaws. He’s aware of them—sometimes too aware—but that doesn’t always mean he can fix them easily. Some are small, quirks you find more endearing than anything else. Others, though, require a little more patience.

The biggest one? His workaholism. Chan doesn’t just love what he does—he lives for it, and sometimes, that comes at a cost. It’s not that he wants to neglect his own well-being (or yours), but he just gets so caught up in his projects, in his responsibilities, that he forgets to step back. He’ll tell you, "Just a couple more minutes, baby," and then suddenly, it’s been hours, and you find him hunched over his laptop, barely awake. You have to be the one peeling him away from the screen, coaxing him into bed with soft reassurances. And even then, he'll grumble sleepily about all the things he still has to do, only relenting when you wrap yourself around him and murmur, "It’ll still be there tomorrow, love. Just rest for now."

Then there's his tendency to internalize stress. He has this habit of downplaying his own struggles, of brushing things off with a weak smile and a quiet, "It’s fine, don’t worry about it." But you do worry. Because you can see the exhaustion in his eyes, the tension in his shoulders. You know when he’s spiraling, when he’s taking on too much but refusing to let anyone share the load. It takes a lot of patience (and, occasionally, some firm nudging) to get him to actually talk about what’s bothering him. And even then, it’s not easy for him—being vulnerable has never been his strong suit. But when he does finally let it out, when he rests his head against your shoulder and sighs, "I don’t have to be strong all the time, do I?"—you remind him that no, he doesn’t. That you’re here, always.

And then, of course, his forgetfulness when he’s overwhelmed. He’s not an absent-minded person by nature, but when his brain is juggling a million things at once, small details tend to slip through the cracks. He might forget where he put his phone (only to find it in the fridge an hour later), or leave his keys in the door, or accidentally agree to two things at once without realizing it. But the one thing he never forgets? You. No matter how chaotic his mind gets, no matter how much he has on his plate, he always makes sure you know you're a priority. Even if it’s just a simple, "Thinking about you, baby. Hope you're having a good day." text in the middle of his busiest schedule.

Oh—and his sleep schedule? Absolutely wrecked. This man runs on caffeine and pure stubbornness. You’ve had to physically drag him to bed more times than you can count, confiscating his laptop or phone when he swears, "Just five more minutes." (It’s never five minutes.) And when he does get into bed, he has the worst habit of scrolling mindlessly through his phone until you yank it out of his hands with a pointed glare. He grins, all sheepish and guilty, before finally pulling you close and letting himself relax.

But the thing about Chan is that, despite his flaws, he wants to be better. Not just for himself, but for you. He listens when you tell him to slow down, he tries to open up even when it’s hard, and he’s always working on being the best version of himself—because, at the end of the day, he loves you too much not to.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Chan doesn’t consider himself vain, but he does take care of himself—not out of arrogance, but out of necessity. His image is part of his job, and he’s always been conscious of how he presents himself, whether it’s onstage, in interviews, or even just walking around in public. That being said, he’s not the type to stand in front of the mirror for hours, fussing over every detail. If anything, he often prioritizes comfort over style, throwing on whatever’s clean and convenient unless there’s an actual reason to dress up.

That’s not to say he doesn’t have his moments. He puts effort into his gym routine, staying active not just to look good but to feel good. He knows how his body looks, the way his muscles flex beneath his clothes, the way his shoulders broaden when he works out. He won’t outright brag about it, but if you so much as glance at his arms when he’s in a sleeveless shirt, he’ll smirk and flex just a little—because, yeah, he notices when you notice.

But when it comes to actual vanity? Chan is his own worst critic. He’ll stare at photos of himself longer than he should, nitpicking things no one else would even notice. "I look weird here," he’ll mumble under his breath, scrolling through pictures with a small frown. It breaks your heart a little, seeing him analyze himself so harshly, so you make a habit of hyping him up whenever he starts spiraling. You’ll wrap your arms around him, pressing kisses to his cheek as you murmur, "You’re literally the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Why do you think I stare at you all the time?" And when you run your hands down his chest, over the dips and curves of his body, whispering, "Every inch of you is perfect to me," you can feel the tension in him melt away.

There are times, though, when he really doesn’t care—especially when he’s home with you, relaxed and unbothered. That’s when the sweats come out, the hoodies that swallow him whole, the backwards caps that keep his curls out of his face. He’s the type to lounge on the couch with his legs sprawled out, scrolling on his phone with one hand while absentmindedly pulling you closer with the other. And you love him like that—undone, effortless, just yours.

And, of course, there’s one thing he never seems to grasp—how much you love looking at him. He’ll catch you staring sometimes, your eyes tracing his features like you’re trying to memorize every line, every shadow. "What?" he’ll ask, a little shy, a little amused. And when you just smile and shake your head, replying with, "Just admiring my gorgeous boyfriend," he turns pink all the way to his ears, ducking his head with a laugh. Because no matter how many times you say it, no matter how much confidence he projects, he’ll never get used to the way you see him—the way you love every part of him, even the ones he struggles to love himself.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Chan doesn’t like to think of love in a way that makes it sound like a person is half of something. He’s always been whole—at least, that’s what he’s told himself. He’s never needed anyone to complete him, never thought he’d be the type to get attached in a way that made being apart feel wrong.

But then there’s you.

And now he’s lying awake in bed, his hand resting on your side of the mattress. It’s cold—too cold. He sighs, rolling onto his back, staring at the ceiling like it holds the answer to why he suddenly feels so damn restless.

It’s stupid. You’re just gone for the weekend, visiting family. It’s not like you’re gone gone. But without you here, the room feels off. The apartment feels too quiet. Normally, silence is something he craves—his world is so loud all the time that he loves the stillness of home. But this? This isn’t peace. This is missing you.

He reaches for his phone, squinting at the screen before his thumb hovers over your messages.

Chan: You asleep?

He knows it’s late. He knows you probably won’t respond. But just as he’s about to put his phone down, the screen lights up.

You: Not yet. Why?

He hesitates, debating whether he should actually say it. But then his fingers move before his brain catches up.

Chan: Can’t sleep. Bed feels weird without you.

There’s a long pause before your reply comes in, and when it does, he can hear your smile through the words.

You: You miss me.

He exhales a laugh, shaking his head.

Chan: Maybe. Just a little.

The dots appear and disappear a few times, and then—

You: Want me to call?

He doesn’t even hesitate before pressing the dial button.

The second he hears your voice, that hollow feeling in his chest eases just a little. You’re not here, not physically—but for now, this is enough. Because even when you’re far away, even when there’s distance between you, you still have this pull on him, this ability to make him feel whole even when a part of him feels like it’s missing.

And that’s how he knows—this isn’t just love. It’s home.

X = Xtra (Another random headcanon for them.)

Chan has a habit of pulling you into his lap whenever he’s feeling overwhelmed. It’s never in a way that demands your attention—just a quiet need to be close, to have you there, grounding him when his thoughts won’t stop racing.

It usually happens late at night, when he’s been working for too long, the glow of his laptop screen making his eyes burn. He barely notices his own exhaustion until you step into the room, bleary-eyed from sleep, your voice soft with concern.

"Chris… you’re still up?"

He hums in response, rubbing a hand over his face, but you can already see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers keep twitching against the keyboard. You don’t have to say anything else—he just reaches for you, gentle but firm, pulling you into his lap like it’s second nature.

You settle against him easily, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, his face tucking into the crook of your neck with a deep, weary sigh. His fingers slide under the hem of your shirt, not in a suggestive way—just seeking warmth, something solid to hold onto.

"You should sleep," you murmur, running your fingers through his curls, feeling the way his body starts to relax under your touch.

"Mmh," he hums, but doesn’t move. He just stays there, holding you, letting the warmth of your body pull him out of his head. After a moment, you feel the tension melt out of him completely, his breath evening out against your skin.

You smile to yourself, pressing a kiss to his temple.

"I meant in bed, dummy."

He groans but doesn’t let go. "Just a minute," he mumbles, already half-asleep. "Just need this first."

And you let him have it. Because you know that for all the strength he carries, all the weight he bears—sometimes, he just needs you to hold him, too.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Chan has an incredible amount of patience, but there are a few things that genuinely get under his skin—things that make his expression tighten, his lips press into a thin line, and his body language shift in that subtle-but-undeniable way that says he’s biting his tongue.

One of his biggest yucks? Dishonesty. It doesn’t matter if it’s a small lie or a big one—if he catches onto it, something in him withdraws. It’s not about being strict or expecting perfection, but rather the fact that trust is everything to him. He pours his entire heart into the people he loves, so if he feels like someone isn’t being honest with him, it lingers. He might not call it out immediately, but he’ll remember, and it’ll take time for that unease to fade.

Another thing? People who are outright rude for no reason. He doesn’t mind sarcasm, and he loves teasing banter, but if he sees someone treating others with unnecessary cruelty—especially waitstaff, retail workers, or anyone just trying to do their job—it immediately puts him off. He’ll be polite, but distant, making a mental note to keep his space.

And when it comes to a partner? He could never be with someone who doesn’t take his dreams seriously. The long hours, the exhaustion, the way his mind is constantly running even when he’s supposed to be resting—it’s not just work to him. It’s his passion, his purpose. He understands that it can be frustrating at times, that it’s not always easy, but if someone were to dismiss it, to make him feel like it was too much or not worth it—it would cut deeper than they’d realize.

You’ve seen it happen before—an offhand comment from someone who didn’t understand, someone who joked that he works too much or needs to get a life. You remember the way his expression faltered, the way he laughed it off but kept fidgeting with his rings afterward.

So when he turns to you one evening, exhausted but buzzing from a long studio session, you just smile and say, “Tell me everything.”

And you watch as his whole face lights up, because this—this is what he needs. Someone who listens, someone who gets it, someone who doesn’t make him feel like his passion is an inconvenience.

Because at the end of the day, the only thing he truly hates—is the idea of giving his heart to someone who doesn’t know what to do with it.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Chan has a complicated relationship with sleep. He knows he needs it, tries to get it, but more often than not, his mind refuses to shut down long enough for him to rest properly.

When he does finally crash, though, he sleeps like a log—completely knocked out, barely stirring unless you physically shake him awake. And when he sleeps with you? It’s a whole different story.

He’s a clinger.

It starts off innocent—an arm draped around your waist, a hand resting on your hip. But as the night progresses, it somehow escalates. One leg hooked over yours. His face buried in the crook of your neck. His entire body curled around you like he’s trying to merge into your existence.

The first time you wake up trapped under his weight, you try to wiggle free, only for him to grumble in his sleep and tighten his grip, mumbling something incoherent against your skin.

“Chan,” you whisper, pressing your fingers against his arm. “I can’t move.”

He hums, barely conscious, and instead of letting go, he nuzzles into you—fully content, like you’re the softest, safest thing in the world.

And really, you can’t even be mad. Because in those moments—when he’s finally at peace, breathing deep and slow, completely yours—you realize that this is when he’s at his most vulnerable. No stress, no responsibilities, just him, instinctively clinging to the one thing that makes him feel at home.

So you sigh, resign yourself to being his personal body pillow, and close your eyes again—because if this is what helps him sleep, then really, you don’t mind one bit.

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luckystay · 4 months ago

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bang chan nsfw alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Bang Chan is always very attentive, constantly checking in to make sure you're okay. He’ll ask if he went too far, apologizing if he thinks he might’ve hurt you, but you reassure him that he didn’t. His main focus is making sure you feel safe and comfortable.

he will spoil you with sweet kisses and caresses

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Chan’s favorite body part of yours is your neck. He loves leaving soft kisses along it. The way your skin feels against his lips drives him wild.

He also loves your boobs, just how perfect and soft they feel in his hands.

Chan’s favorite body part of his is his hands. He’s always been aware of how much they turn you on, whether it’s gently tracing along your skin when you’re cuddling or gripping you firmly while he’s fucking you. He takes pride in the way he can bring you intense pleasure only with his hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes to come inside you or on your boobs.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Altought hes the dominant one usually, he wouldn’t mind if you used him for a change. it’s incredibly hot to watch you take control, straddling his cock and using him for your pleasure.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Very experienced. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s willing to share with you what he knows so that you both feel good.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Bang Chan’s favorite position is doggy style. He loves the way it lets him get deeper, hitting every spot inside of you. The view of you bent over, with your back arched, it drives him crazy. He loves having control, being able to take you from behind while watching you get lost in the pleasure.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Chan is half and half when it comes to the mood in the bedroom. If it’s just a quickie, he’ll lean into his goofy side, making you laugh with playful teasing or spontaneous, silly gestures. But when if its serious, intimate sex, he shifts into a more intense, focused version of himself, fully immersed in you and and your pleasure. It’s like he knows exactly when to balance lightheartedness and depth, depending on the moment.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

let’s just say he likes things natural, but he’s not opposed to keeping it well-maintained. He’s confident in his body and doesn’t overthink things, he does however make sure to keep it clean and feeling fresh for you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

somedays bang chan fucks but other days he’s making love. Especially on special occasions or after a nice date. His intimacy isn’t just physical—he connects with you emotionally, making sure the atmosphere feels safe and comfortable.

J = Jack off (handjob headcanon)

With both of you being busy, there are times when Chan can’t help himself. He’ll jerk off a couple of times a week, usually when he’s away and missing you. He’s not shy about it, either.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Who’s surprised that he has a “daddy” kink?. He loves the feeling of being needed in that way, of you looking to him for guidance and reassurance, both in and out of the bedroom. It’s not necessarily about being dominant in a harsh way; it’s more about the protective and nurturing side that comes with it. He likes to take the lead, making sure you're taken care of, both physically and emotionally.

The way he calls you “princess” or “babygirl” in those moments, the authority in his voice—it all just gets him going. He finds the balance between dominance and care to be a huge turn-on, and he loves the way it strengthens the connection between you two.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he’s not picky and, so he’ll pretty much fuck you wherever you ask. Althought he wouldn’t like completely public places where you can actually get caught. his overall favorite is definitely the bedroom, it’s the most comfortable and he gets to focus on your pleasure instead of being seen.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Chan’s totally turned on by the sounds you make—the way your moans get louder the closer you get to cumming. The little gasps, whimpers, and breaths of pleasure only make him want to push you harder, hearing you fall apart beneath him makes everything feel that much more intense.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Chan is definitely not into CNC. He’s all about mutual respect, trust, and making sure everything is clearly communicated before, during, and after. Anything that involves blurry boundries is a huge turn-off for him. He needs to know you’re enjoying every part of what hes doing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he loves eating you out. Wants to make you cum on his tongue at least once before he fucks you. he just loves how you get all fucked out before he’s even pulled his cock out.

now, he’s only a man, so he’s happy when you wanna suck him off, but he definetly prefers giving head

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Chan’s pace depends on the mood (again)—if he’s feeling extra needy, he can be fast, almost frantic, desperate to feel you in every way. But when the moment calls for it, he’s patient, taking his time to savor every inch of you. He’s all about feeling you out, knowing exactly when to slow down or rough it up based on how you’re reacting. He loves to keep you guessing, switching it up to keep things exciting.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Chan’s all for a quickie —like when you guys are in the studio and he gets horny, or when you’re both in a rush to leave the house. He enjoys the intensity of those fast, desperate moments. Even if it's brief, he makes sure you’re both satisfied.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Bang chan is a firm believer in trying anything once. he has a few hard no’s but otherwise he’s game for pretty much anything, especially if you bring it up. He loves the thrill of it but always makes sure you're comfortable.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Chan’s stamina is incredible—he can go for several rounds, each one just as intense as the last. He knows how to pace himself, able to keep up a steady rhythm and last long enough

T = Toys (does he own toys? does he use them?)

Chan is definitely into toys, and he probably has a collection. He’s all about exploring new sensations and making things more exciting. From vibrators to restraints, he’s got it all.

Whether it’s to tease or to enhance your pleasure, he enjoys using them together, always making sure the focus is on you both having fun and pushing boundaries.

U = unfair (how much does he like to tease?)

Chan loves to tease, and he knows exactly how to make you squirm. Whether it’s dragging things out when you’re begging for more or whispering dirty things in your ear, he’s not afraid to play with your patience. He finds it hot, watching you get frustrated and desperate, always making sure you’re completely desperate before giving you what you need. It's all part of the fun for him—pushing your limits and seeing just how much you can take before you snap.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Chan isn’t afraid to let out a sound or two. He’s got a low, breathy groan that escapes him whenever you’re sucking him off, and when he’s really feeling it, those groans turn into louder moans. Whether it’s from pleasure or frustration, you’ll definitely hear him. He’s not one to hold back, especially when he’s lost in the moment, and if you’re quiet, his voice will fill the silence. He’ll talk dirty, moan your name, and get louder as things heat up, making sure you know just how much he’s enjoying you.

W = wild card (random headcanon)

Chan has a secret folder in his phone filled with your nudes. He loves taking pictures of your boobs smeared with his cum or your thighs covered in hickeys to look at when you’re away. It’s his little secret, something he cherishes, knowing that he’s the one who gets to see that side of you. The thought of having those moments saved just for him turns him on more than he’ll ever admit.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s packing more than enough, he’s very thick and knows exactly how to use it.

Y = Yearning (How high is his sex drive?)

High. He always wants to be fucking you or eating you out. Anything you do turns him on.

Z = Zzz (How fast does he fall asleep afterwards?)

chan never sleeps before you, always making sure you’re cleaned up and taken care of. He’ll probably lay next to you playing with your hair or tracing patterns on your skin until you fall asleep.

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leeluvsyoongi · 1 year ago

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Author's note ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚: Just some thoughts about husband Lee Know being a clingy/needy baby :(

☆ genre: SFW HEADCANNONS

☆ warnings: curvy reader codded (?)

needy!minho who can't fall asleep without clinging onto you. His face nuzzled deep between the valley of your breasts, arms wrapped snuggly around your waist. You know he's had a long day at the studio, do you really have the heart to tell him to move the fuck over?

needy!minho had a rough day and just needs your comfort. He needs your fingers in his hair, nails lightly dragging along his scalp. He needs to listen to your beautiful voice read to him. This man is in his mid-twenties, but god does he adore being babied.

needy!minho will hold your hand and pepper the sweetest kisses, looking up at you through his thick lashes. he will admire your scars, and ask you how you got each one. He thinks every bruise and added childhood scab has a story, and God does love stories.

needy!minho loves wrapping his arms around you, his hands slipping beneath your shirt, relishing in the warmth of your skin. especially when you're baking his mother's recipe of Hotteok. it's nearly impossible to get this man off of you're baking Hotteok.

needy!minho will call you when he's on tour, he knows it's late but he needs to hear your soft breathing and warm voice over the speaker or he might break. he needs to hear you call him jagiya, yeobo. and gwiyomi. he loves how sweetly the words roll off your tongue when you speak to him.

needy!minho who can't get his hands off of you when you wear his favorite dress. who can't help but trace his hands along your curves, his bright brown eyes blown wide. muttering softly under his breath. even with your advanced understanding of Korean, you really have no idea what this man is saying. though, but you have no doubt in your mind that he is exceedingly pleased by what he sees.

needy!minho who can't stop kissing you. his hands cupping your face, his breathing slow and heavy. fingertips reaching for every bit of you. your eyes fall shut, cherishing every slow kiss.

needy!minho who breathlessly chuckles at the sight of your teary eyes, and trembling lower lip. he loves it when the sensitivity gets to your head, the aftermath of your intimacy. "자기야…넌 괜찮아." (Baby…you're okay) He softly shushes you, his hand tenderly resting on your neck, pulling your head into his chest. "You'reeee fineee." He attempts in English, making you laugh a little. "You're so mean Minho-ah." you sniffle, tugging at the newly dyed purple strands of his hair."순무" (turnip) you mumble, earning yourself a stern glare. "말 조심해" (Be careful what you say). You can't help but flick his forehead, causing the little act to falter, and of course, he tries to stifle his smile.

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stay-dazed · 5 months ago

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10:15pm

notes: female reader, married life

you share a sympathetic smile with your tired husband, a soft sigh going unnoticed under your breath. he sighs as well, looking back down at the little crying bundle in his arms, pressed safely against his bare chest.

it terrified the two of you when joon, your 1 month old baby, developed her first cold yesterday. she only had a few symptoms; a stuffy nose, some coughs, and general discomfort that made her cry more than usual. you rushed her to the hospital as soon as you noticed them anyway, unable to keep your own tears at bay. new parents and all. luckily your baby’s doctor reassured you both that it’s common for babies to catch colds as their immune systems are still building, and that joon’s symptoms are mild so there’s no cause for concern.

with that, you stopped by the pharmacy to pick up a prescription for infant tylenol, and headed back home to make your baby as comfortable as possible. the one positive in this scenario is that it happened at a good time. your husband is still out of work on leave, so he has the ability to help as much as he has been.

hyunjin reaches down to softly push some dark, fine hair out of joon’s scrunched face. he adjusts the sleeves of her daisy-spotted onesie so that her little hands peek out, and he gives her butt some gentle, comforting pats. “i know, little one, i know,” he coos,” you’ll be okay. appa is gonna take good care of you.”

you smile again, a more warm, fond smile. you bask in the sight of your husband looking down at your daughter with eyes as sparkly as the heavens. this is your entire world right here.

you walk up closer to hyunjin, placing a comforting hand on his back, and look closer at your baby. the gentle butt patting and swaying of daddy’s arms seems to be calming her down, slowly but surely. finally.

you say in nothing more than a whisper,” she’s lucky.. to have the best daddy in the world.”

hyunjin looks at you, his gaze soft. there's so many things he could say right now, about how he's the lucky one to have two beautiful girls in his life, and how he would move heaven and earth if it meant you'd be happy. but he remains silent, watching you closely as you start to hum for joon, a habit you developed while you were still pregnant with her. it’s not a specific song, just a tune that comes from the heart.

here your small family stands. joon's eyes finally beginning to close, and you humming as you reach over and rub her soft cheek with one finger.

taking care of a sick baby is hard work. but here you two are, gaining another experience as parents, your little family growing stronger. and there are many more to come.

"alright, darling.. you can start heading to bed. i'll be right there, i just need to get her settled in her cot."

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minminyoonjii · 9 months ago

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Hiiiii. This is a request you don’t have to answer but I would like to know your thoughts on. I know you’ve done a few scenarios where ot8’s little gas a nightmare but what about the caregivers aka skz having a nightmare about their little ( ie like their little finding a better cg etc.) and how they would smother their little with affection and love and wouldn’t want to let them go after it.

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Bang Chan

Chan furrowed his eyebrows, tossing and turning in his sleep, "Don't take them," he mumbled, reaching out his hand. "Hah," Chan gasped, his eyes blown open but his mind was disoriented. He pushed himself out of his bed and stumbled his way towards your room. "Please be sleeping," he mumbled, hoping his dream was just a dream. Your soft snores instantly reassured him. Chan exhaled deeply, "Thank god," he whispered, walking towards your sleeping figure. You stirred awake, "Daddy?" you yawned, rubbing your eyes. "Shh, shh. Go back to sleep, little one. Daddy just needed to see you," he whispered, stroking your hair. You shifted aside, "Cuddle?" you asked, making grabby hands towards him. Chan chuckled, laying himself next to you as he pulled you close to his chest. The sound of your heartbeat against his body gave him a big relief. You figured out that something was wrong but it was too late in the night to think, "Daddy safe," you whispered, burrowing your face between his pecs. Chan chuckled, kissing your forehead, "Daddy's always safe when you're here, my sweet little one," he said, wrapping his legs around yours as you both drifted back to sleep.

Lee Minho

Minho groaned, clenching his hands into fists, "Get your hands off them," he grumbled in his sleep when Doongie swatted at his hand. "Ah?" he gasped, rubbing his eyes to see Doongie's dilated eyes. Minho chuckled, scratching under his neck, "You scared me, Doong Doong-ah. I almost decked you," he said, pampering kisses on Doongie's face. Minho pushed off his blanket and walked to your room, "Cupcake? Are you awake?" he whispered, moving closer to your bed. A subtle smile etched his lips at the sight of you snuggling Dori, "Can you come out?" he whispered, seeing Dori squirm. You shifted your position and eventually released Dori from your clutches. Minho chuckled and pulled you onto his lap. You stirred awake, "Hhgh," you whined, nuzzling closer into his chest. Minho buried his face into your hair, "Hah," he sighed, nosing your hair and face. You whined at his ministrations, glaring at him sleepily. Minho smirked, kissing your nose, "Go back to sleep, cupcake. Mama just needed you close," he whispered, rocking your body softly.

Seo Changbin

"Agi, please come back," he whimpered, dread filling his sleeping mind. Changbin jolted awake, his heart pounding in his chest. "Where's my agi? Uri agi," he slurred, wobbling to your room. Changbin swung open your door, flinching you awake. Your lips wobbled, hating the feeling of distortion. Changbin swooped you into his arm, "My agi," whispered, sniffling into your hair. Tears pooled up in your eyes, overwhelmed from being forced awake, "Baba," you hiccuped, gripping his tank top. Changbin bounced you in his arms, "Shh, shh, shh. Baba's here, agi. He's never letting you go even if you try," he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. You sighed in relief, melting yourself within his arms. Changbin sniffled a weak smile, "Just the thought of losing you agi broke me to tears, he whimpered, pampering wet kisses all over your face. He exhaled a shaky sigh, "I'm never letting you out of my sight," he said, swaying with you cosy in his arms.

Hwang Hyunjin

"My head," Hyunjin groaned, sitting up with his eye mask. A brief moment of his nightmare flashed within his mind. "Love!" he exclaimed, ripping off his eye mask and sprinting towards your room. "Lovely?" he whispered, hearing your soft subtle snores. Your face was burrowed into Jiniret. The sight itself made his heart swell. "You're here," he whispered, sitting on the edge of your bed. Hyunjin ran his hand up your calves, "Pretty love. So so precious to me," he whispered, kissing the top of your palm. You whined in your sleep, jutting your lips into a sulky pout. Hyunjin chuckled, lying next to you. He gently took Jiniret from your hold and gently set him aside, "You don't need him for now. Papa's here," he whispered, pulling you closer to his chest. You snuggled against his warmth, a soft smile etched on your lips. Hyunjin leaned forward and kissed your forehead, "No nightmare will ever come between us, love," he whispered, drifting off to sleep.

Han Jisung

"Sweetheart, please. I can do better I promise," he begged, tears streaming down his cheeks as he tossed and turned from his nightmare. A broken sob escaped his lips as he flinched awake, "Sweetheart," he sobbed, getting up from his bed and towards your crib in his room. You blinked at him, sleep coating your eyelids. Jisung carried you up and cradled your body close, "You're okay, sweetheart. Appa just had a bad dream," he whispered after hearing your distressed whimper. Jisung carried you back to his bed, "You're sleeping with Appa tonight," he whispered, placing pillows on your side of the bed just in case you accidentally rolled off. You suckled your pacifier and stared up at him. Jisung cooed, patting your tummy, "Appa woke you up, huh? Look at your pretty eyes," he whispered, stroking your cheek. You nuzzled his palm, a yawn muffled around your pacifier. "You're right, sweetheart. We should go back to sleep," he whispered, shifting you on him. You laid your cheek on his chest, sleep coaxing you deeper and deeper. Jisung kissed your hair, "Sweet dreams," he whispered, sleeping right after.

Lee Felix

"No, no, no," Felix grunted, his hair matted with sweat. He jolted upright, "Hah, hah," he gasped, tossing off his comforter. He looked around, "My sunshine. I need my sunshine," he whimpered, standing up with wobbling knees. Felix sniffled, using the walls as support as he made his way to your room. "Sunshine," he whispered, seeing you sleeping peacefully. You lifted your head, eyes shut closed. Felix chuckled wetly, "It's just me, sunshine. Mommy's here," he whispered, sitting by your face. You nuzzled against his waist, relaxed after knowing who came in. Felix smiled, kissing your ear, "Sunshine, can I ask you something?" he asked, gently rubbing your ear. You nodded, sleep still coating your mind. Felix exhaled shaking, "Am I a good Mommy to you, sunshine? Have I ever made you sad?" he gulped, remembering the words you said in his dream before you left. You shook your head and wiggled yourself onto his lap, "No. You're the best Mommy. My only Mommy," you whispered, placing his hand on your head. Felix smiled, soft tears dripping down his cheeks, "Thank you, sunshine. I love you so so much," he sniffled, stroking your cheeks. You wrapped your arms around his waist, "Love love, Mommy more," you giggled, nuzzling his torso.

Kim Seungmin

"You're mine, munchkin. You think you can just leave?" he grumbled, clenching his jaw in his sleep. Seungmin's eyes blew open, hurt and anger simmered within his chest. "Munchkin," he whispered, getting off his bed and making a beeline towards your room. Seungmin opened your door, and your soft snores sent an odd conflict within his chest. "It's just a dream. They're still here. It's just a damn dream," he grunted, trying not to project his anger towards you. "Dada, don't go," you sniffled in your sleep, tears slowly drenched your pillow. Seungmin felt his heart clench, "Oh, oh no. Dada's here, munchkin," he whispered, brushing your hair back. You melted into his touch, his presence itself made you feel safe. Seungmin smiled, "Little munchkin thought about me too," he cooed, wiping your tears. He chuckled softly and lay next to you, "You can't live without me as much as I can't live without you," he whispered, cuddling you close.

Yang Jeongin

"I'm sorry, angel. I didn't mean to wash Foxi.ny," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes as he stirred awake. The guilt clenched his heart. "I have to see my little," he slurred, getting up from his bed. Jeongin stumbled his way into the hallway. "My poor angel. I shouldn't have washed Foxi.ny," he mumbled, not realizing it was just a very vivid dream. He opened your door and beelined towards your bed. Jeongin cupped your face and sniffled, "Ninnin's sorry, angel," he whimpered, waking you up. "Huh?" you whispered, squinting at him. "I'm sorry for washing Foxi.ny," Jeongin repeated, the sleepy guilt overwhelming his brain. You nuzzled his palm, "Foxi.ny is right here," you said, holding the familiar skzoo. Jeongin tilted his head, "Oh," he whispered, wiping the snot dripping down his nose. You giggled, and wiped his nose with a tissue, "Ninnin, huggies?" you asked, wanting to go back to sleep. Jeongin blinked, "Okay, angel. Yeah. Huggies," he whispered, pulling you onto his chest. You burrowed into his hold, "Night night, Ninnin," you yawned, snuggling close. Jeongin yawned back, "Good night, little angel," he whispered, drifting off.

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bbokicidal · 7 months ago

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Bbokicical | SFW

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Perfect As You Are" Masterlist

ᯓᡣ𐭩 OT8 SKZ as First Encounters [Romance Tropes] "I Guess I Never Knew You." [Cheater!SKZ]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Hyung Line "...Who is this?" [WrongNumber!SKZ] "Are You Serious?" [RedFlag!SKZ] | "Good Luck, Babe." Marriage? Marriage. "As We Are" [ANGST]

ᯓᡣ𐭩Maknae Line "Are You Serious? [RedFlag!SKZ] | "Good Luck, Babe." Marriage? Marriage.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Individual Members "Settle Here; Let Me Love You." [B.C.] "You're So Much Alike." [B.C.]

"You'll Do Great." [S.C.] [K.S.]

"I Don't Have A Girlfriend." [H.H.]

#sfw masterlist #masterlist #skz masterlist #stray kids imagine #skz fic #stray kids x reader

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minnielvrr · 4 months ago

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᧔ lee Hannie hcs ᧓

Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae, @reginald-stay09, @jungwon-is-the-one

lee bf hannie letting you tickle him whenever you're in a ler mood. he had a special kind of tolerance when it came to you—he let you tickle him whenever you were in a ler mood, no matter how bad it got. and it always got bad.

just like now: your thumbs dug into his hip bones, rubbing deep, torturous circles that sent shocks of ticklish sensation shooting through him. hannie threw his head back, helpless laughter spilling out of him in waves.

he’d been lounging on the couch moments before, scrolling through his phone and half-watching one of his favorite anime movies—something he’d seen so many times that he could quote it word-for-word.

and yet he'd never expected this. you’d pounced, sending his phone clattering to the floor and pinning him with ease.

you rarely had ler moods, usually preferring to be his lee but the few times the urge had taken over— you'd absolutely ruined hannie. the poor man had been left a blushing, breathless mess on the floor, bed or couch.

and he had thoroughly enjoyed every. second. of it, even going as far as to come to you to soothe his lee moods instead of going all the way to the dorms to ask one of the boys.

"yhihinihie! ihihit tihihickles sohohoho bahaHAHAHAD!!" he howled, but even as his body wriggled like he was trying to escape. you both knew the truth: he loved this far too much to truly fight you off.

"just a little longer love, i wanna hear your cute giggles just a little more," you'd crooned in his ear, flustering him beyond anything you'd done before.

“oh, come on, hannie,” you teased, your voice dripping with faux sympathy. “is this too much for my baby? i’m sorry i know how sensitive you are.”

your hands, of course, betrayed how little remorse you actually felt. they crawled up his sides, fingers clawing into his ribs and drawing patterns that were equal parts agonizing and thrilling. by the time you reached the soft skin of his underarms, he was practically shrieking with laughter.

“p-plehehehease!” hannie managed between gasps. his cheeks were flushed, his body writhing as his cackles filled the room.

you leaned down, crooning in his ear, “just a little longer, love. i want to hear those cute giggles of yours just a little more.”

the way his face turned an even deeper shade of red made your heart swell. poor Hannie—helpless, ticklish, and completely at your mercy.

but he was willing to accept this for you. sure, he’d occasionally let minho get away with this kind of 'torture' too. but moments like this? they were just for the two of you.

when your hands shifted their attention to his belly, kneading the soft pudge he’d gained over the past month and swirling your nails around his giggle button, it was too much.

hannie finally succumbed to the sensations entirely, letting you coax as much laughter from him as your heart desired. his laughter spilling out sweet, free and unrestrained.

"fuhuhuhuhck youhuhuhu're mehehercilehehess!!" he squealed, eyes squeezed shut and face scrunched up in a adorable smile. this was the sight your inner tickle monster always craved.

hannie with the brightest of smiles on his face, rosy tear stained cheeks and hiccupy laughter falling in strings from his lips.

still, he kept his hands pinned above his head, just as you liked. his fingers curled into fists, and his arms trembled with the effort it took to keep them there.

"gods you're so damn cute like this," you murmured, voice low and sweet. "keep laughing for me darling, i won't stop until i've dragged out every last drop of laughter you're keeping hidden in there."

you knew it was driving him wild—the way he struggled against himself, refusing to move even as the ticklish sensations overwhelmed his body. hannie shook his head, kicked his feet, and surrendered completely to your touch—anything but disobey you.

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ncity-agere · 2 months ago

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Requested by user @little-foxs-posts (I’ll do the Vernon one separately, dear!)

Caregiver!BangChan is so, so doting. Almost to an annoying degree, if you can believe it.

From the second you wake up to the moment you rest your sleepy little head, he’s there to take care of you. You’re his pride and joy and despite having seven other unruly people of his own to watch over, he takes as much time out of his day as he can to watch over you.

Chris likes to baby you, it’s that simple. He’s good for really little regressors because he doesn’t let you do anything alone.

You want a snack? Daddy can get you one of those! You need to go upstairs and go potty? Let Daddy help you! Baby wants to get dressed all by themself? Oh no, you’re much too little to handle that, why don’t you pick an outfit out together! You need to charge your phone or turn a channel on the TV or grab another blankie? He’ll do it instead, you don’t even need to get up.

It gets to a point of fussing that makes you both upset because now you’re sulky and he doesn’t know what’s wrong. Poor thing, you’re too little to tell him.

“Do you want Daddy to help you clean up your toys before bedtime?” He asks sweetly, not expecting when you whine and stomp your foot in defiance. You shake your head, turning abruptly and dropping to the floor to pick up the toys yourself.

So, Chris drops down next to you cautiously, reaching for one of your coloring books to try and help but you snatch it away and glare at him.

“Woah! Mind tellin’ me what’s wrong, baby?” He asked soothingly but you shake your head and keep picking up board game pieces and crayons. He coos and watches as you march towards your toy bin, dropping the stuffies and pieces and building blocks in with a determined face. “I can help if you want.”

“No!” You argue, picking up more toys and glaring until he gets the hint to leave. Usually you love being babied but today… oh, today you’ve got an attitude and you want to be independent. Who is Chan to stand in your way, really?

So, he slinks away to let you continue cleaning per usual, quietly noting the sleepy yawns he can hear all the way across the room. He grins to himself; Soon enough, you’ll get tired and ask to be tucked in and kissed goodnight but for now, you can do it all by yourself.

(And if he’s behind the corner snapping photos of you cleaning up your own toys with a satisfied pout on your face, don’t mind him. He thinks it’s adorable when his princess/prince is independent and determined.)

#age regression #agere #kpop agere #little space #sfw #drabble #kpop #k pop #sfw little post #skz #x reader #stray kids #stray kids imagines #bang chan #skz bang chan #skz stay

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minhosbitterriver · 1 year ago

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erase me from your memory.

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pairing: hyunjin x gender neutral reader

content warnings: post-breakup healing, sadness

rating: 13+

summary: half a year after you and hyunjin break up, you find that you’ve somehow healed.

🌱 untitled — hyunjin & i.n (2 kids’ show)

His name is one that your journal has known for a very long time – and it will be one that it will never forget. Pages upon pages you find him embedded into every word you poured out, every tear, every smile was written for him without you realizing it. Your entire world spun around him, and just as soon as he waltzed into your life, he left.

Please erase me from your memory and go find your happiness, he’d said to you then as you begged him to stay. He didn’t seem to understand that his touch would forever be tattooed onto your skin, his passing love would always be yearned by your heart, and his words would forever burn in your mind. Hwang Hyunjin would be a love that you were determined to remember for as long as humanly possible, because although his feelings for you had fizzled out over time, it was once as intense and real as the sun that rises and falls every day.

You weren’t angry at him anymore, a part of you had finally come to understand that nothing lasts forever, and that Hyunjin was your dream love and would always remain just that – a dream. All that was left of you was a shell of who you’d once been before him, though there was a certain hollowness that ate you up from within. Dying of heartbreak was something you thought was real when you watched the door close behind him for the very last time, spending weeks catching glimpses of his shadow from the corner of your eyes and deluding yourself into thinking you’d heard his voice as you waited for your shattered heart to finally give up pumping your blood through your veins. A life without Hyunjin was one you didn’t think was worth living.

However, half a year has gone by since you spoke to him last, and you were still alive, still breathing. You were currently in the same park in which you’d met him some years ago, sitting on the very same bench in which you’d sat with him for hours after first meeting as you chatted about everything and nothing and unknowingly fell headfirst into love. And although the memory sent a twinge of pain, you realized for the first time in what had felt like forever that you could breathe properly and that you were okay now. Most of all, you understand now that Hwang Hyunjin would be a memory that you would look back on with fondness when you’re older and wiser – perhaps he will be the love you would tell your children about when they inevitably get their hearts broken for the first time. You were grateful for the opportunity to know such a unique soul, and to have had him in your arms if only for a brief moment.

You saw him from afar today at the coffee shop at the end of the street, but you don’t think he noticed you. This was what compelled you to return to this park for the first time in a while, because he looked well and healthy. He had carried on with his life, and maybe you have as well. All you could really hope was that he remembered you as well, and that when he found his next lover, if he hadn’t already, he thought of you and the beautiful life you had once planned together.

Please erase me from your memory and go find your happiness, he’d said to you then as you begged him to stay. He thought forgetting would be a blessing, but you didn’t need to forget him to feel okay or to find happiness. You didn’t think he understood the impact he’d had in your life and that was okay.

You are fine. You are alive and well, but most importantly, you are healing.

word count: 644 🌱 posted: 12 • 01 • 2023

�� a note from green;

after posting jeongin’s you can blame me if you want, i listened to the song again. somehow doing it made me think of my own journal — specifically from when i was going through my first heartbreak. it was a bittersweet experience, and i was able to see how much i’d grown since then. for the first time since i thought about my ex, i realized i was grateful for the pain. without such pain that they caused me, i wouldn’t have learned what i wanted and needed out of a relationship.

to anyone who’s going through a breakup: no one dies from a broken heart. one day you will wake up and your heart won’t ache anymore. it won’t feel empty. a day will come when you will smile again, fall in love again, and look back at this moment with pride as you take notice of your growth.

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ohitsjae · 4 months ago

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Little!Han Jisung

tags: Age Regression, Little Han Jisung, Caregivers Stray kids, sfw - i.e.: this is non-sexual age regression NOT age play, gen/no romance

mentions of: main caregivers Minho and Chan

summary: a series of unrelated scenarios/imagines based on Jisung in Little space - the age is undisclosed but I picture him around 1-4 years old depending on the scenario

Little Jisung who always has to have a paci or a teether or else he will ruin the neckline and sleeves of his shirt/hoodie by chewing on it. All of his stuffed toys have had the ears chewed to the point where they've normally got one ear bigger than the other because he only chews one side.

Little Jisung who is the kind of kid that cares about the box as much as the toy. I just think his imagination and creativity would translate so well into his littlespace. Like Minchan buying him a railway set and Jisung doesn't play with it for hours because he's made his own train out of the box it came in and having rubber ducks for bath time but he also has different coloured plastic cups to play with as well.

Little Jisung who gets really clingy to the members but it's always so particular. Like one time he gets attached to Seungin another time it was Hyunlix. The members all secretly hope that it's them Jisung will attach to this time because they all adore looking after him and having his full attention. But no matter who he's attached to, it's always Minchan who can settle him when he gets fussy or scared.

Speaking of scared - Little Jisung who gets *startled* easily but settles just as quickly. But loud noises and flashing lights *scare* him and it can take nearly an hour for Minho or Chan to calm him down again. If Minchan are both out of the dorm it's a nightmare for the other members because they just can't settle him the way those two can. Changbin is a close third though so if something happens and the hyungs are out, Changbin gets Jisung thrown at him. He doesn't mind, he loves looking after Sung and holding him while he cries is part of that plus he - secretly, selfishly - loves that he can make the little calm down and smile when everyone else is struggling.

Little Jisung who everyone thought would love music in headspace but instead music 9/10 times pulls him out of his little space because it's so natural for him to analyse any music he's listening to. Either to improve his own abilities or to see if there's something for him to sample. The only time music doesn't pull him up is when he watches ghibli films.

Little Jisung who has mastered those kids cups I keep seeing on tik tok - the ones that have a suction pad on the bottom and stick to the table and only kids manage to pick them up. He shows off with it all the time, offering to be 'helpful' and unstick it from whatever surface his little self stuck it to this time just so he can watch the frustration build in his members' faces because they just spent 20 minutes trying to get it off the dishwasher door, just for Jisung to take all of 10 seconds removing it. (Sometimes when he's little he'll 'accidentally' stick it to something inconvenient like a door or window just so his big self can show off - the members haven't realised this yet but Seungmin suspects).

Little Jisung who goes non/semi-verbal sometimes and just hums and giggles to himself maybe repeating a word or phrase that hes heard one of the others say. One time this happened, Jeongin tripped over the coffee table and swore, the only word Jisung was able to say for the rest of the day was 'shit'. Innie has never lived it down and swears Sung did it on purpose but Jisung is adamant that his little self just liked the sound of the word and so copied him.

All the members have different activities that are *their* activities to do with Jisung when he's in headspace:

Chan: When Jisung is really young, the only person he wants is Chan. I think they do a lot of tummy time, the baby sensory blankets you can get that have different sections with all different textures and colours plus they watch a lot of baby sensory videos. They also sometimes have foam building blocks or do fingerpainting if Jisung's feeling creative - but they have to be careful, because Jisung Will Try and stick his fingers in his mouth regardless of if there's any paint on them or not.

Minho: Dinner time is Minho's time! Jisung always wants to be sat next to Minho or on his lap - depending on his age - and if Minho isn't feeding him he Will Cry. He also likes to watch Minho cook, he's never really old enough to properly help in the kitchen but he likes sitting on the floor/at the kitchen table/on the counter and watching Minho hum and dance his way through making dinner. Sometimes he'll try and reach over to sneak a bite of whatever is being made - although he's not very sneaking because he normally starts humming the mission impossible theme tune. Minho normally leaves a bit 'accidentally' to the side for Sung to 'steal' though and loves watching Jisung happy stim at the great tasting food.

Changbin: Changbin is the master of bath time. He's the only one who can get Jisung in the bath without the little crying or throwing a tantrum. He normally ends up as soaked as Sung but it's worth it to see the little splashing around with the rubber ducks or plastic cups he has. He always gives the best scalp massage and makes bubble-beards for him and Sung!

Hyunjin: stories. Jisung always goes to Hyunjin for stories, naptime or bedtime stories or just when he's tired and bored and wants to listen to something. Hyunjin does all the voice and, if Sung is younger and they're going through a picture book, he does all the different animal noises. Plus, so long as it isn't bedtime and he doesn't have to worry about winding down, he'll tickle or push or bounce Sung around in time with the main character making him all giggly and slightly hyper.

Felix: I think, when Jisung is in his older headspace, Felix would bake with him. Little things that aren't too complicated like cupcakes and cookies. Mainly because I can remember doing this as a kid and I absolutely adored it. They'd sit at the kitchen table and Felix would have everything pre-measure so all they have to do is mix the ingredients and put them in cases. When whatever they've made has finished baking, Jisung goes round to each of the members and offers them each a cupcake/cookie/whatever and they've never said no to him because he always looks so proud of 'his' creations and gives them a huge smile when they tell him it's really good.

Seungmin: I think Minnie would play a lot of games with Sung. Whether that's things like snap, memory games or even uno if Jisung is feeling old enough, or games like hide and seek, peek-a-boo and he always joins Sung when he's playing with toy cars/trains/etc. Their favourite is a big farm house that they brought Jisung, it's got loads of animals and fence pieces so you can build your own farm and the two of them always try and get Hyunjin to join them and then make him do all the animal noises.

Jeongin: at one point Jeongin wanted to be a nursery(/kindergarten) teacher so I think he'd really enjoy doing the more educational activities with Sung. When the little is 3-4 years old, Innie likes doing colouring and counting activities, worksheets that have dot-dot or naming shapes/numbers/etc those kind of things. They also play with playdough a lot making different shapes or making the different pets of SKZ. Sung is always really proud of what they do and of course, all his worksheets go on the fridge (Chan nearly has a heart attack at one point when they go live and he thinks they've forgetten to take them down).

---- This was a bit niche aha but if I'm not projecting onto my bias then what's the point!! Hope you enjoyed it!! 🦦

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lilbeebear · 23 days ago

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little!jisung headcanons because he’s my baby booooyyy 🥺

🌙 CW - regression/littlespace (sfw), fluff

🤎 despite being a certified yapper, baby ji can be such a quiet little

🤎 the only time he really yells or gets a little too rowdy is when he’s over excited or singing along to a tv show. but I think regression for him is all about being soft and calm and slow, it’s more for experiencing things rather than playing with things most of the time for him

🤎 don’t be fooled, he loves to make messes and be boisterous and go stomping around his playroom but most of the time he's gentle, SO gentle when he’s playing with his stuffies and toys, gets a little upset if he realises he’s dragging them/carrying his stuffies by their arm (“cause it hurts them!”) instead of holding them “properly”

🤎 and sometimes when he’s had a particularly anxious day or a busy week, he just wants to cuddle up with you well into the afternoon, if it was up to him, you both would never leave his bedroom, but you gently remind him that you do in fact need to go outside for at least a 10 minute walk and you do in fact have to eat and he’ll just huff and pout and go all “>:c”

🤎 on days where he’s feeling particularly small, he's by your side throughout the day, not being able to see you can make him anxious and he can get pretty panicky when he’s little and in an anxious headspace, so having you as a constant presence around him grounds him and helps ease his nerves

🤎you could be doing the most boring thing like prepping veggies for dinner and he’s happily perched on the countertops, munching on a piece of pepper he stole, swinging his feet and babbling to you, as long as he has you in his sights he’s a happy bunny.

🤎 (he thinks you didn’t see grab it despite him being literally 2 feet away from you, but the cheeky little grin that appears on his face when he thinks he’s being ‘sneaky’ is too cute to call him out on)

🤎 sometimes isn’t the cuddliest little, he’s always affectionate just sometimes physically? he just gets too overwhelmed and overstimulated, some days the most he wants to do is link pinkies with you whilst he’s watching cartoons on the couch

🤎 goes from “nuh uh! can do it myself! >:( ” to “mama/dada 🥺need help 🥺“ in a matter of seconds

#little!jisung #little!han #sfw regression #sfw stray kids #little!stray kids #stray kids regression #han jisung #han x reader #jisung x reader #stray kids x reader #sfw agere

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stay-dazed · 7 months ago

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snapchat with seungmin

notes: female reader. i absolutely think minnie would call his girlfriend stinky (lovingly of course).

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minminyoonjii · 10 months ago

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Otter Chaos

❤️Ultimate Masterlist

💜Rules and Guidelines

🧡Stray Kids Scenarios Masterlist

🌹CW

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.7K

You stared at the new line of skzoo plushies the managers laid in front, "This is going to be the highlight of the 4th fanmeeting, the only problem is the theme," the manager said, looking through the suggestions. "How about fantasy?" Changbin suggested, picking one from the list. Hyunjin hummed in agreement, "Yeah, then we can have different accessories," he said, favouring the idea. "It's not a bad idea and since it's on the list I'm sure hyung has some samples for it," Chan pointed out, leaning back.

The manager nodded, "Here are the base samples. The head of merchandise production said they will use your ideas for the pieces," he said, passing out the paper. Changbin giggled, nudging your side, "Maknae-ah look, your little otter could wear a dress," he said, holding up your skzoo. "Maybe my child and yours can wear dresses," Jisung said, moving Han Quokka to you. Changbin whined, "Dweakki would look prettier in a dress than Quokka," he said, tapping the table.

Jisung gasped, "How could you say that to my child?" he exclaimed, hugging Quokka close. Chan rubbed his temple, "The three of you can wear dresses, there's no need to fuss," he said, sketching a knight outfit for his Wolf Chan. Hyunjin smirked at his creation, "Jiniret will be a king," he said, making the details for his red coat and crown. Felix furrowed his eyebrows, "Should Bokarri be a mage?" he questioned, trying to draw a witch hat. Jeongin nodded, "Foxiny is going to be a priest," he said, sketching a cleric outfit.

Seungmin scrolled through his phone looking for ideas, "A bard, huh? That's not too bad," he mumbled, following the reference. The manager cleared his throat, "It's going to be on a 10-centimetre doll, please limit the accessories to three," he said, collecting the paper from the members who were done. You looked at your sketch, "This should be enough," you whispered, handing the paper. Changbin smirked, proud of his baby pink dress, "Dweakki will be the star of the ball," he said, crossing his arms.

"But does he have wings?" Jisung asked, showing his lilac purple outfit. "Wow," Felix said, patting Jisung's shoulder. "What about you, Agi?" Hyunjin asked, raising an eyebrow. You gulped, "Um, just a blue ball gown and a flower crown," you said, showing your reference. Seungmin smiled, "That looks stunning, I'm sure your little otter will love it," he reassured, ruffling your hair as he walked out. You huffed, patting your hair back down.

Chan chuckled, "This room will be ours for the next hour so you guys can do whatever you want," he said, scrolling through his social media. You walk over to the chair next to his and peeks over his shoulder, "That's dope," you whispered, watching the edits Stays' made. "Right, I don't even know how they made me look kinda attractive," Chan giggled, rubbing the back of his nape. You smiled, "Stays are our number one promoter," you said, clicking a hashtag with your name.

"Not too bad yourself," Chan whistled, scrolling through a few videos when one caught his eye. 'Is Straykid's Youngest a Regressor?' it titled, making your heart sink. It didn't have a lot of views but the comments were abundance. Chan subconsciously clicked it, reading them. Some were denying the possibility and some were linking past videos of your behaviour. You didn't realise you loosened your grip on your phone until it hit the floor with a thud.

Chan jolted out of his trance, swiping out of the app, "Baby," he tried to reassure. You faux a smile, pretending nothing happened, "Guess Stays got a lot of thoughts, hm?" you said, clicking into the app again and finding another member's hashtag. "Channie look this was from Hyune's AOTM video," you added, showing Chan. He nodded, surprised at how quickly you changed the subject, "Yeah, he did well on it," he said, raising an eyebrow.

You nodded, "I remember staying up with him before the shooting," you said, admiring the different styles of edits the fandom has made. Seungmin raised a muffin in front of your face, "Bite," he said, smiling when you did. "Minnie, look at this one," you said, showing Seungmin an edit of himself. Chan eyed your figure, leaning back into his chair. "What's on your mind?" Minho asked, staring at him. Chan sighed, "We stumbled into a TikTok and I'm pretty sure she's going to cry the moment she's alone," he said, knowing your quirks.

Minho nodded, noticing how you gulp back your emotions, "I could cook dinner. She never says no to my meals," he suggested, leaning his face against his palm. Chan nodded, "Sounds great. I have an idea that could work too," he mumbled, whispering into the manager's ear. The manager nodded, "This line is meant for you to bring back to the dorm," he said, putting the skzoo in a paper bag. Chan smiled, "Thanks, hyung," he said, holding the bag close.

Felix laid his cheek on the table, "Can we go home now?" he mumbled, scrolling through his bubble. Chan checked the time, "Yup, Minho and I will go get some stuff at the grocery so we'll take the other car. Just text us what you need," he said, packing his things. Felix stretched, "Finally," he whined, making a beeline towards you. "Come on, sunbeam. The day is still bright," Felix added, wearing his beanie and mask.

"You wanna head by the river? We could walk to the dorm," you suggested, pulling down your cap. Seungmin nodded, "Let me join too," he said, following you. "The sky's clear today," Felix said, looking up. Seungmin hummed, pulling out his camera to take some pictures, "Maknae-ah, pose," he instructed, taking shots of you. Felix giggled, using his phone to take different angles, "You could post this," he said, showing you.

"Yeah," you said, walking along the trail. Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows, and he frowned having a tinge of uneasiness, "Is she feeling alright?" he whispered, nudging Felix's side. "I don't really know," Felix sighed, watching you from behind. You took off your shoes, and made a beeline to your room, "I'm going to wash up," you said, not caring who heard. Jeongin gave you a side glance, "Huh?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Felix eyed the stairs, "I'll just prepare some hot chocolate for her," he said, not wanting to intrude. Jeongin frowned, "Why? What happened?" he asked, confused about what happened after the meeting. Felix shrugged, "We're not sure. We just noticed the signs," he said, knowing Jeongin understood. "Another episode-ish?" Jeongin asked, helping Minho with the bags. Felix nodded, "I don't know what triggered it though," he sighed, setting the drink ingredients aside.

Minho pursed his lips, "She saw a TikTok about netizens questioning if she's a regressor. We all know she is, it's been obvious since our elimination show," he sighed, preparing dinner. Felix's jaw dropped, "Oh, so that's what happened," he frowned, shuffling to wrap his arms around Jeongin's waist. "Should we talk to her?" Jeongin asked, leaning his head back on Felix's shoulder. Felix hummed, "I think Minnie already did," he said, noticing Seungmin's absence.

"Agi?" Seungmin whispered, knocking on your door. You furiously wiped your cheeks, "Yeah?" you responded, hoping your voice didn't crack as much. Seungmin huffed, turning the doorknob, "I'm coming in," he said, pushing the door open. You looked down, the mental weight you've been carrying around since the meeting came crashing down once you got to the comfort of your bed. Seungmin frowned, holding your skzoo, "Look at me, hm?" he said, waving the plush.

You held back a smile, remembering it was time to let go. Seungmin chuckled, and kneeled in front of you, "Don't you want to play with me, princess?" he asked, his voice soft. Your eyes flickered a familiar gaze, one he hadn't seen in a while, "Princesses like you should play with plushies and have cuddles, hm? Not have big kid thoughts," he said, leaning his tone towards a baby voice. You gulped, biting down on your tongue so as not to succumb to the relief.

Seungmin squinted his eyes, "Guess the princess is busy, Otter. That's too bad, isn't it?" he asked looking at the Otter. "That's right," he said, pitching his voice as if the Otter replied. A shuddered sigh escaped your lips, "No," you whispered, wanting to take the Otter back. Seungmin smirked, "You can't take it, Agi. Your Otter wants to be with me," he teased, hoping you'd slip. You furrowed your eyebrows, "That's not fair," you said, trying to get it back.

"It so it," Seungmin chuckled, raising the Otter up high. Your lips wobbled, and tears poured from your eyes. It didn't take long before you started wailing from the sheer exhaustion your body was going through. Chan swung open your door, making you and Seungmin flinched, "Why is she sobbing?" he asked, pulling you into his arms. Seungmin gulped, handing him your Otter plush. Your sobs died down, Otter clutched close to your chest.

Chan sighed, "Min could you get the paper bag outside the door?" he said, rubbing your back. Seungmin nodded, immediately grabbing it. "Look what I got," Chan whispered, holding out the new line skzoo plushies. Your glossy eyes sparkled, "Ottew," you whispered, taking it towards you. Seungmin dumped out the rest of the skzoo, "You brought them home?" he asked, holding his PuppyM. Chan nodded, "She looked like she wanted them so I did what I should," he said, watching you examine the rest,

Seungmin frowned, "I shouldn't have teased her too much. I just wanted her to slip," he said, patting your head. "It's alright Seung. She looks much more relaxed doesn't she?" Chan said, leaning back against your headrest. Seungmin nodded, "Definitely," he whispered, lightly pinching your cheek. Chan stretched, "Do you want to carry her down?" he asked, knowing that you'd probably not want to leave your bed.

"Yeah," Seungmin said, placing two skzoos in his shirt pockets and lifting you. Chan chuckled, seeing how you easily got distracted by the plushies. "Dinner is ready," Minho yelled, plating up his dishes with a cup of hot chocolate to the side. Seungmin hummed, setting you down on your chair. Felix giggled, "Hi, baby. Open wide," he said, feeding you a bite. You preened at the gesture, body wiggling with each mouthful.

The members cooed, snapping pictures of your adorableness. Jeongin smiled, "I'm glad she's feeling better," he whispered, not wanting to break you out of your trance. Minho and Chan nodded, "Us too," they said in sync, placing more meat on Jeongin's plate.

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