#stray kids x trans

[rightplace--wrongperson]

alien [y.j.]

jeongin × male reader (afab)

word count: 1362 / characters count: 5800

content: transboys feelings, dysphoria, depression thoughts, anxiety, fluffy, comfort

after a long day of training for a comeback, yang jeongin arrives at home and sees his boyfriend struggling. that's a work for 'super-boyfriend-material'!

While Y/n is in the kitchen room, the front door was knocked by a familiar sequence. The boy stands and walks to the living room. After a fast inhale-exhale session, he opens the door.

- Hey, baby.

Jeongin give a forehead kiss at Y/n, then takes out his sneakers to put on comfortable shoes. While this scene was happening, his boyfriend walked to the coach with his arms crossed.

The singer gave a look at Y/n, who offered a small smile. Seeing this as an invitation, Jeongin walks closer to his boyfriend, arms open to a hug.

- Hm... I haven't taken a shower yet, Innie. Later, okay? Go put your stuff in the bedroom while I prepare your meal.

Jeongin stepped back and looked at Y/n's face. He gives an upside-down look at him, looking for anything that explains the act of his love.

- Are you okay, sweetheart?

The man puts his arms beside his body and closes his hand. With a little movement of his mouth, he articulates an answer.

- Nothing to worry, baby. You have too much going on, so mind your business - he does a small smile - Go take a shower, baby. I'm going to the kitchen.

- Sure?

Y/n, who had already turned the back, looked behind and nodded.

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In the middle of the night, Jeongin wakes up in his bed, swearing. He was having a bad dream. At this, he was running at some maze for something that he couldn't achieve. It doesn't matter how much he tried. He wouldn't be able to see what that version of him was trying to put his hands in.

The bed has the perfect size for a couple. Looking at the white-coloured space, everything he can see is the light of the moon passing through the clouds, buildings, and window. Of course, that satellite must have been so strong to keep illuminating humanity!, he thinks.

Washing his thoughts away, he looked at the empty place beside him. Empty place... where Y/n should be. Taking his blanket out, he put the comfort slipper at the bed and stood up to search for his love.

At the door, he saw the lights of the principal bathroom on. He knows it is his boyfriend, so he silently walks until the door to discover what is going on.

At the bathroom, Y/n is in front of the big mirror, his face only being illuminated by the lantern of the cell phone. His face is a bit contorted and his expressions are dour to read. Looking at his eyes, it’s easy to figure out that Jeongin’s lover probably is trying hard not to cry.

- Damn, this shitty again… Not now.

The man takes off his shirt slowly, and doesn't look like he really wants to do this. The piece of cloth is folded delicately, and Y/n keeps his eyes far away from the reflex next to him. When he finally ends, he hesitantly raises his sight to what is in front of him.

- I have been doing this for years, right? - boy talks to himself - nothing new. I just need to… take a shower.

Right. Y/n suddenly put his hand in the zipper of the binder. In one long movement, he takes the shit off.

He breathes deeply.

The boy has been wearing the binder since the morning. He knows it isn’t healthy and Jeongin had already warned about the consequences, but what else can he do? He is feeling gross, but mastectomy is an expensive surgery and the only thing that could help him.

1, 2, 3: inhale; 3, 2, 1: exhale; 1, 2, 3: inhale; 3, 2, 1: exhale; 1, 2, 3: inh-

- I can’t! - Y/n suddenly admits, humming - I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I… can’t live like this. I can't anymore with all the this struggle.

The younger one steps back to the wall while embracing himself. He slides dramatically until put his head between his knees. His tears fall through his skin and the shoulders keep trembling like leaves.

Jeongin makes a soft sound to Y/n notice him - the singer doesn’t want to exceed privacy limits. Due to that action, the crying one wiped away his tears. Yang sits beside his lover, but doesn’t dare to raise his eyes and makes Y/n uncomfortable.

- Tell me, please, baby. How are you?

- I must look like a loser. - he does a nasal laughter - It’s bullshit.

- Y/n. Look at me - he approaches his fingers to his boyfriend’s legs - I won’t look at you until you make sure you are fine. Let me help you, please. Help me to understand better what you are feeling.

Boy moves his mouth. He extends his arm until the small bench to takes his large t-shirt, and wears it.

- Have you ever felt like you don’t fit some place?

- I think so.

- And how did you deal?

- I quit. As long as I was not the problem, I chose to be myself somewhere.

The boy searched for Jeongin’s eyes. The idol raises his sights and finally looks into the other’s soul. He can feel the pain, but also the passion. Not only for him, but for life. As he notices, he makes a signal to Y/n keep talking.

- I feel like this. Everyday. But not for a specific site like my workplace, or the beach, or my family's house… everywhere. And I guess I would feel it in the whole world.

“To be really honest, never in my life I felt belonged. Everywhere I go, I can feel the judging eyes of everyone. And if they are nor judging, they don't care about who I am and simply treat me as they think it’s better for them. Even if the world it’s changing and nowadays it’s definitely better than the past, it still hurts. It’s like… we fight really hard to be heard - and sometimes we find someone good, as you - but if a cis male suddenly talks shit about about us, everyone will turn their back to us. Even the ones that used to say that are ‘trans rights alie’. It seems that we never are the first option. Despite everything, if we demonstrate some weakness, we are wrong, Or ungrateful. But no one tries to look with empathy for us. Pretending to be strong every time sucks. And I am honestly tired.”

Jeongin breathes away the air he is holding into his lunges. He does a timid movement with his hands trying to touch his boyfriend while waiting for him to respond. When the boy finally gives permission to be touched, he is tied in a tight hug with the right to receive cafuné.

They stay in this position for minutes or hours, they doesn't really perceive it as long as they are only sharing the human warmth and innocent kisses. Y/n once wanted to cry, but now he feels safe in his lover’s arms.

- Baby - Jeongin started to talk - I just need to make you understand that nothing is wrong with you. Absolutely nothing. The world is unjust, so what you feel is valid. But please, never think that the problem is you. It isn’t. Every time you ever feel like this again, let me know. Even if I am busy, I will always try to have time for you. You are in my life and make me feel alive. The minimum I can do is to male you feel at least 300% of my love. You are worth it, right? Always. I love you, and love lasts forever.

Boy lets some happy tears fall.

They take a shower together. They innocently wash and soap the body of each other, giving slight smiles. When they end, they brush their hairs and teeth and prepare to sleep.

It was the first good night of Y/n this week. And also the first at four nights that Jeongin felt peaceful enough to let a creasing anxiety leave him. With loved people, a light heart, and good thoughts, they could go anywhere they wanted to be anyone that they wanted to. Or were they dreaming…?

It doesn’t matter. As long as they were together, nothing could hurt them.

[stinkywritin]

Heatwave

Synopsis: it’s too hot to function but that doesn’t stop you from admiring your boyfriend

Warnings: SMUT MDNI, trans male reader, mentions of binding, implied reader on T cause use of word tdick, thigh riding, no proofreading in this bitch, porn without plot/plot what plot im just down bad for Christopher, short (little over 800 words)

Laying in a puddle of his own sweat isn’t exactly the sexiest situation to be in, and yet the sight of your boyfriend Chris starfished in your shared bed in nothing but his briefs was a mouthwatering sight. You’d gotten home a few moments ago and dropped your bag by the front door, immediately pulling your sweatshirt over your head. The blistering heat came out of nowhere and the walk home resulted in sweat starting to pour down your spine, the binder not helping with that issue.

“Babe I’m home!” You mindlessly yell into the small apartment, making your way to the shared bedroom after kicking your sneakers off. After pushing the door open you’re met with the sight of Chris strewn across the mattress in nothing but a pair of briefs with the AC cranked as cold as he can tolerate, phone in hand as he scrolls through whatever app he’s on. He lets out a hum in response, shutting his phone off and tossing it on the pillow before he matches your eyesight.

“Hi honey,” his saccharine voice fills your ears, his muscles flexing as he starts to stretch his limbs. “How’d class go?” He asks, folding his arms beneath his head to prop himself up a bit. He caught your eyeline being locked onto his bare torso, his small grin stretching into a smirk.

“S’fine,” you reply walking closer to the bed frame then taking a seat right next to Chris’s legs. “It’s way too hot out.” He responds with a hum, extending his arm to pull you into his side. With the AC on the room was a much cooler temperature compared to the outside world, plus the curtains were drawn to keep it darker. You wrapped your arms around his midsection, feeling Chris’s hand starting to rub your spine.

You feel Chris’s hand stop before mumbling, “D’you still have your binder on?” You nod into his side, sitting up to pull your sweaty shirt off. Chris’s fingers trail up your stomach, slipping his fingertips under the tight fabric of your binder and tugging it over your head. It gets stuck over your head, holding both of your arms in an upright position while you both start giggling at the predicament. After some tugging Chris gets the binder off your body, launching it to the floor before pulling you into his lap and pressing his lips into the crook of your bare neck.

He starts to hum into your neck, his soft kisses turning friskier and more aggressive as he travels lower down your bare chest. You're letting out soft moans into the room, feeling Chris’s hands caressing your thighs. His lips are pressed against your chest, centimeters away from your nipple when he looks up at you, “is this okay?” He asks. You nod, eyes squeezing shut when he takes your nipple into his mouth and your mouth falling open with a whine. Your hands are threaded between his dark curls, lightly tugging which earns a pleased hum from your boyfriend, the vibrations around your bud causing a wave of pleasure to wash over you. Chris’s hands start to pull down your shorts and boxers, his smirk widening when he feels the pool of slick between your thighs.

He pulls off your bud with a lewd pop, pulling your bare core to rest on the muscle of his thigh, “be a good boy.” Your boyfriend’s hands are roughly gripping the skin of your waist when you start to grind your tdick against his bare thigh, the rough pads of his fingertips digging into your skin. Your whines and pants fill his ears, his lips back to sucking hickies on your neck and grinning when a particular mark makes your hips jerk forward.

“How’s it feel love?” Chris’s voice rumbled against your skin, your hands now harshly digging into his shoulders, “You enjoying yourself baby? You're making such a mess on my thigh I think you’re loving this.” His words tumbling in your ear made the movement of your hips quicker, Chris leaning back to admire your flushed cheeks and the desperate look in your eyes as you chase your relief.

“Chris m’close,” your voice a soft whine, your boyfriend suddenly using his hands to manipulate your hips and quickening your movements. There’s a soft look in his eyes that contrasts the sinful smirk on his lips when he’s watching you fall apart on his thigh, he’s absolutely enjoying the sight of his boyfriend reaching his climax all from rubbing on his thigh. You cum after a few fast paced moves of your hips, your mouth hanging open and letting out soft moans of pleasure.

“There’s my sweet boy,” Chris whispers into your ear, pulling your hips so that your bare core is seated above his hard on. “Now, are you gonna help me out with this baby?”

AN: yeah it was like almost 100 degrees where I live so take a wild guess as to what I’ve been daydreaming about all day:-) thanks for reading if u made it this far I really appreciate it -V

[chrisbangsbf]

time is ticking

Minho/Jisung

Explicit | 1.6k words

Tags and Warnings: ftm jisung, Dom/sub, voyeurism, masturbation, begging, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, overstimulation, squirting, chastity, punishment, aftercare, sub jisung, dom minho, pwp

AO3 Link

[litheblossom]

Felix comes home from a trip.

Pairing: SKZ Felix x Transmasc reader Rating: Explicit Summary: Gentle, unhurried, healing sex. Fluff, smut. At the end of a long, hard day or after traveling somewhere and having to be 'on' at all times, to be perfect, charismatic, covetable... Felix lets it all out, collapsing heavily on top of you as soon as he gets in the door.

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Felix's favorite place to be is in your pussy. It makes him feel so warm and safe. At the end of a long, hard day or after traveling somewhere and having to be 'on' at all times, to be perfect, charismatic, covetable... he lets it all out, collapsing heavily on top of you as soon as he gets in the door.

"Hey, baby..." you laugh, pushing his hair back from his forehead and kissing his temple and cheeks—whatever parts you can reach—as he does his best impression of a sack of bricks on you. "...baby Bbokkie, are you alright?"

Fortunately, you're strong enough. Strong enough to prop him up, to take the heavy weight as he leans on you. He's taller than you are. Sometimes you forget how tall he really is. He always looks so delicate through a screen.

"'m fine," he mumbles to you, burying his face in your hair and nosing behind your ear like a soft animal. "I missed you."

You like the times like this, when you can take care of him. He takes care of you so well, and it feels good to be able to return the favor.

You go to run a bath for him, but you're stopped by his hand around your wrist, pulling you into a deep hug.

"Don't go," he says.

Because what he really needs is you. The bath can wait. Eating a proper meal can wait. What he really needs is to fall into bed with you.

You take care of him here, too, and tonight, your lovemaking is gentle and slow. You reach down to grab hold of his hard cock, lifting up your leg a little so you can rub it along your slick folds. You both shiver as you feel the connection, as the head of his cock bumps up against your cock.

You shift your hips a little to let him slip inside. You make a soft, pleased purr. You love to watch his face when you do this together. He bites his lip as his cock sinks inside, the perfect space between his eyebrows furrowing as if in intense concentration.

Neither of you are in any hurry. Your bodies gently bump and slide together, grinding and feeling the deep stretch, the intimate heat and pulse and hardness of each other. You twist your legs around his and card your fingers through his hair, pulling his head back gently as you kiss languidly.

Your kisses are deep and messy, fully enjoying each other and drinking each other in. You bite his lips softly, licking the sensitive whimpers and gasps out of his mouth. You have slow, sensual, unhurried sex for hours.

By the time he cums inside you, you're both nearly asleep. You fall asleep still deeply tangled up in one another, all of your stress melted away, the both of you warm and content and as close as two people can be.

[gaygodlywriting]

♡ Binnies Boobies ♡

• Pairing - Seo Changbin x Trans!M!Reader (M as in MALE, fem readers DNI)

• Genre - Angst + Fluff

• Warnings - Dysphoria, mention of surgery, scars, slight nudity ig, light swearing, you touch one of Binnies boobs

• Word Count - 1,248

• Writer - Felix

• Summary - After taking a shower, you find yourself staring at the mirror or more specifically, at the scars on your chest. Changbin comes in after not hearing anything from the bathroom in a while, and he finds a way to comfort you through another hit of dysphoria.

• A/N - First fic 💪, also reader is meant to be older then Changbin and taller then him (cause I'm taller and I feel like it fits more idk 😭)

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The knob for the hot water makes that annoying, loud, and squeaky noise it always does when you close the tap, ending the very long shower you had just took. You reach outside of the shower and grab the towel on top of the shelf, stepping out of the shower as you begin to start drying your hair. Probably not the safest idea, but you survived.

After getting your hair a bit more dry so it at least isn't dripping ice cold water down your back, you wrap the towel around your waist and make your way towards the sink, which happened to have a very large mirror right above it. Unfortunately, you and mirrors don't get along very well.

You had never been able to handle mirrors, even when you were a kid. Something always felt... off, whenever you looked in a mirror—or any reflective surface—as if the person you were looking at was a complete stranger. Even now, when you finally discovered who you truly were, you sometimes still felt like you're looking at a stranger. And, of course, when you finally look up and lock eyes with yourself in the mirror, the feeling comes back.

Well, you didn't necessarily lock eyes with yourself. You more so stared at the two scars on your chest from the surgery you had gotten about two years ago—the surgery that removed two certain body parts that were preventing you from being who you truly are. It was supposed to help you feel more comfortable and content in your body. But, so far, that hasn't happened. Not once. In fact, it's done the opposite. It's just made you feel like shit. Especially now, as you stare at the scars, reminded of the fact that you had to get surgery in order to get a flat chest instead of being born in the correct body.

An overwhelming amount of thoughts start to flood your head. Why do I have these scars? Why couldn't I have been born a boy? Why do I have to get surgeries and hormone therapy to be who I'm meant to be? Why am I not a real boy? Why do I have to be this way? Why was I born this way? Why do I deserve this? Why did I get the surgeries? Why do there have to be scars?

You couldn't focus on anything except staring at the scars, and the deafening sound of the thoughts in your head. You never noticed when your boyfriend, Changbin, knocked on the bathroom door before walking into the bathroom. He hadn't heard anything from the bathroom for quite a while, and he was concerned that you had gotten hurt or something. He had been knocking for about two minutes before deciding to go in. When he noticed you just standing there, staring into the mirror, he was confused at first.

"Y/N-hyung?" You give no reaction, as if you didn't hear him. "Hyung?" He tries again, this time walking up to stand next to you. "Hyung, are you okay?"

You don't react when he places his hand on your shoulder, just staring blankly at your chest in the mirror. By the way Changbin gently shakes your shoulder, you take a guess he's going to speak again. You cut him off before he opens his mouth. "Scars..." Your voice comes out just barely above a whisper. Changbin can hardly hear it, but even then, he can hear the slight pain in your voice. "Why do there have to be scars...?"

He immediately knows what you're talking about. It isn't the first time you've gone through this; and it most definitely won't be the last. However, although this isn't the first time Changbin has tried to help you, it's still a rather new thing he's not quite used to yet.

You had warned him, when you and him decided to make your relationship official, that things like this happened a lot with you. You had also said that he doesn't have to try and help you through it, you usually were able to handle it on your own, but he insisted he would be there for you whenever you needed him. Whenever Changbin had even a passing thought that you might be feeling bad about yourself, he always reminded you to please, please tell him so he can be there for you. But, of course, you never did. You always felt like a burden whenever you even attempted to reach out for help, it didn't matter to who it was.

"Hyung," Changbin starts, "come on, don't think like that." He looks around for a moment, as if making sure no one else was around. "Here."

Your eyes widen a bit when you notice your boyfriend beginning to take off his shirt. "Changbin, what the hell are you doing?"

Once he has fully taken off his shirt, he turns towards you a serious expression yet a silly grin on his face. "Look, I have boobs!" Changbin exclaims rather excitedly, tossing his shirt aside and spreading his arms so his chest is on full display. "They're huge too! And guess what?"

You can't help the small grin that makes its way to your face, no matter how hard you had tried to hide it. "What?"

Changbin smiles once again. "I'm still a man! No matter how big or small my boobies are, it doesn't make me any less of a man!"

You couldn't help but burst out laughing when Changbin said 'boobies'. "Oh, my God, Binnie-"

"Your chest is more flat then mine! Here, look," he moves to stand right next to you, lining up so the different sizes of your chests were prominent. "Touch one of my boobs, feel the difference!"

You raise an eyebrow at him. "Seriously?"

He nods. "Yeah! I don't mind!"

You can't help but laugh a bit, grinning at him as you reach a hand out to sort of lightly grip at Changbin's pec. "Okay, yeah, your boobs are huge."

Changbin grins up at you. "Told you. Plus, you have those cool battle scars on your chest! I want cool scars."

Your boyfriend smiles proudly when he hears you laugh rather loudly at his response. When he notices you had calm down just enough so you weren't moving very much, he takes his first opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist and bury his head in your shoulder. You were a bit caught off-guard at first, but soon hugged him back.

"I love you, Y/N, I love you. I'm here for you, whenever you need it, no matter what. Please don't forget it. Please tell me when you feel bad, physically or mentally. I want to help you, no matter what it is. Please let me help you."

It was odd. For the first time in your life, you got the feeling that you could trust him—believe what he said. You've heard the same and similar words said to you by your past boyfriends and past friends, never once have you believed them or trusted them. At least, you never trusted them as quick or as much as you trust Changbin right now, and you never believed them as quickly as you believe him. "Okay... I promise." You can't see it, but you know he's smiling.

After a few more moments of the hugging, you lightly nudge him away. "Alright, could you go back to the bedroom so I can get changed now?"

Changbin smiles. "Of course."

[wyatt-writes]

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𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

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Chuuya nakahara with a braid crown, jewelry, and freckles

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Hyunjin x (FTM) Reader

Stray Kids SMAU

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When (Y/N) and his 4 year old daughter Bela have to leave England because of his abusive ex boyfriend, his uncle J takes them in and keeps them safe. With the help of the SKZ boys (Y/N) and Bela learn more about themselves than they thought possible. Along the way Hyunjin starts to feel things for the English man with a toddler, who has also fallen madly in love with the idol. Will the three of them be happy or will (Y/N)’s past ruin it?

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So this was originally posted on my other account @reighlee-greaves but I am no longer using that account to post on so yeah I think that I’ll only be moving my Stray Kids stories to here so if you’re interested stay tuned

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Part One- New Beginnings

[gaystayzennie]

Planning to write something outside of the a-z series soon

(All fanfic will be g/n or male reader)

[sorikkung]

what goes on in neverland. ⇝ ch. 6: aftercare, aftershocks, and the aftermath

word count: 8.9k

pairings: transmasc!reader x Everyone, everyone x everyone (its literally too convoluted for me to try type them out here anymore just see the masterlist for full pairings LOL)

genre: e2l, f2l, smut, fluff and lots of assorted shenanigans. hijinks, if you will

au: battle of the bands!au but make it gay and horny

warnings: nothing really? discussions of top surgery scars and gender identity?

a/n: noticed a lot of chan likers after the last chapter... yall gonna love this one :)

tags: @honeybyunnies @syunderful @absentcaryatid @mingirn (lmk if you want to be added/removed!)

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Waking up in the bed of your biggest competitive rival is definitely, to say the least, sobering. 

You’re not surprised to find the bed empty next to you, but you are more surprised to find yourself still there. Staying the night was never on the agenda, but neither was really submitting to him, so you suppose compromises were made. The memories flood you with the uncomfortable kind of heat now that the lustful haze has faded, and you are left with nothing but the searing humiliation at how easily you played into his hands. 

Who really won there? You really thought you had him for a moment back there, pressed against the wall and shutting you up in the exact way you wanted him to. It was all going so damn well. He seemed so close to breaking then, you saw his subtle blush and the hitches in his breath, the way he leaned into your touch rather than away from it, the way he had to kiss you to shut you up because he knew you were right. He was enjoying you playing with him, he was excited at the prospect of you having a go at him, what fucking happened to all of that?

Was that an act? Letting you have your moment so it can be even more satisfying when he gets to shut it down? Did he find you cute then, too? Or was it that goddamn golden boy, did he want to seem nicer in front of him still? Did he not want poor little freckles to see him be mean?

Illuminated by only the dim coloured light atop Chan’s bed – a warm yellow-orange, now – you wince as you roll over and check the time. 1:47am, your phone says, which isn’t that long after you would’ve finished, considering the time when you arrived there already. God, he really did take his time with edging you – but before you could wonder where exactly he went, he comes back in with a bottle of something in hand and all his make-up washed off.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

“Were you about to do something to me while I was–?!“

“Shh,” he whispers, putting a finger to his lips, “You’ll wake up the rachas if you start yelling. They’re deep sleepers, but not that deep.”

He seems far too calm for someone who could have been caught doing something dastardly or nefarious, so your mouth falls shut, and he opens the bottle and pours some oil on his fingers. You notice the label on the bottle then, soothing massage oil – and after warming it up in his palms, he gestures for you to turn over.

“What?”

“Turn around. On your stomach if you want, but you can also stay sitting up.”

“Why?”

He snorts, nodding at your wrists. “You were bound for a long time. Are you not sore?”

When he says it out loud, you are no longer able to ignore the aching pain in your shoulders, wrists, and your back as well, from being stuck in such a position for so long. While you’re no stranger to aches and pains, whether it be for BDSM related reasons or pole dancing, it definitely doesn’t make sleep any easier, and probably what woke you up.

“Well, now that you mention it…”

“Come on then. Turn around.” His voice doesn’t carry any sternness, nor does it even hold much impatience, simply just having a task he plans on accomplishing and getting straight to the point. You comply.

His hands on you are gentle, but firm, pressing down at the tightness in your back with enough pressure to make you moan softly, but he doesn’t so much as make a snarky comment about it. He’s surprisingly silent as he works, focused on the task at hand, and you wouldn’t mind the change of pace if not for how hyperaware it makes you of every sound you make.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs softly, “you don’t need to hold back that much. The walls are thick enough.”

“It’s not the rachas I’m worried about,” you mutter, uncharacteristically self-conscious despite not even facing him, but you can’t deny his massage feels good. When his skilled ministrations slow down to a halt, you cast a glance at him over your shoulder.

He’s smiling at you.

“What, worried ‘bout little ol’ me?”

You whip back around with such ferocity your neck audibly cracks. “Asshole.”

He chuckles lightly, then gets back to massaging your shoulders, a little gentler this time. “I’m not big enough of an asshole to tease you during aftercare, tough guy. You can relax.”

Aftercare? It shouldn’t come as a surprise to you, having done similar acts of aftercare yourself and having received it more times than you can count, but something about receiving it from Chan of all people is puzzling. Last time you checked, you were having hate sex. Not that you hate him, really, that would be a pretty strong sentiment you currently only really hold for Felix by merit of him being Eric’s flaky ex-boyfriend, but you don’t exactly like him, either. Well, you like pissing him off, and you like competing with him, and you like getting reactions out of him, and maybe you like his artistry as well, but that’s about as far as it goes.

Oh, and you like his body, too, that’s a big one. The way his hands work the tension out of your shoulders is positively divine. Suppose he’s a pretty face, too. All up until he opens that big mouth of his.

“You say that, then you teasingly call me tough guy again. All men do is lie, huh?”

“Tch, you’re one to talk,” he scoffs, pressing harder with his massage, but not too hard, so it’s welcomed. “Besides, I wasn’t teasing. You’re tough.”

You wait for him to elaborate on that, but after a long moment of silence staring at the figurines on his headboard and the flickering triangular lights above it, you realise that was where his comment ended.

“…Thanks?”

“You’re welcome,” he hums simply, definitively, then shifts you on the bed to turn back around and face him again so he can take your wrists and begin massaging the oil into them too. He doesn’t even so much as spare your face a glance, but it’s not avoidant. It’s focused, and just a little bit tired, too, you realise, noticing the crease in his brow.

You frown. Something about the silence feels so damn intimate – even more so than the actions itself, which you suppose are just him going on automatic after dominating someone. After all, giving aftercare is often the aftercare in itself for dominants, too, so maybe he’s doing this for himself as well.

He pauses to look up at you. “Got something on my face?”

As intimate as the silence felt, getting caught staring is far, far worse.

“Yeah,” you snort, throwing up snark as a reflex, “Ugly.”

It’s a bit harsh, you think, and the way he cocks his head makes you think he’s disguising a wince, but he looks back down at your wrists as he continues to massage them anyway.

“You wouldn’t be in my bed right now if you really thought I was ugly.”

He’s right.

“You’re right,” you echo, not really wanting that to be the hill you die on anyway when you both know its not true. That isn’t a good look on you, either. “It was a joke. I don’t sleep with ugly guys.”

“I know.”

He wraps up and pulls away, and you find yourself missing his touch as soon as it leaves you. Which is odd, because once again, you don’t even particularly like him, nor were you even expecting aftercare, and he’s already doing more for you than you would’ve bothered doing for him.

Or that you did for Felix.

The silence stretches on, and that thought grows louder. Is that what this is? Considering how Lino obviously told Felix what you messaged him, you wouldn’t be surprised if Felix told everyone else about your night at the Prism in excruciating detail, too. Based on how Chan acted with you tonight, it seemed far too deliberate for that to not have been the case. The look he gave Eric while kissing up on your neck? Hell, he had to have seen that. That’s right, he was there, he must have seen it and–

“Feeling a bit better? Want me to massage anywhere some more?”

His face is as open as you’ve ever seen it, expecting to hear a genuine response. There’s no more attitude, no more competition, no more sexual tension – despite the fact that you’re both still half naked, you in only the unbuttoned shirt you didn’t take off before he bound your wrists, and him still gloriously shirtless, just sitting in his underwear. He looks a lot less intimidating without his make-up on anymore, either, the softness of his features really bleeding through, and without such a cocky expression either, he looks like a whole different person.

The lingering soreness is more of the pleasant kind, now that he’s worked his magic, but you nod anyway. Just so you don’t have to look at him again. You shift back around. “My back’s still pretty sore, actually.”

You feel the bed shift behind you as he shuffles onto his knees, and presses a hand between your shoulder blades to push you down, and you lie onto your stomach without a word.

“Does that hurt?”

“What?” He already lifted his hand, he can’t possibly think he shoved you too hard. Is your back supposed to hurt while lying on your stomach after being bound like that? “Um, yeah. Kinda.”

“Your scar, I mean,” he says plainly, blinking at you dumbly when you peer over your shoulder again to look at him. “I mean I know it’s healed, at least, it looks healed enough, but still, pressure on such a large wound…”

“Oh, that- that’s fine,” you reassure him, plopping your head back down on the mattress and letting your eyes fall shut. “Bed’s soft. Didn’t even think about it.”

“Alright.” He throws a leg over you to straddle your hips, this time massaging your lower back as well, and while you asked him to continue mostly just because it felt nice, you now realise how much tension you had down there, too. “Can I ask how you got it?”

“My scar?”

“Yeah. I mean, I know what top surgery scars look like, but that looks a bit more violent. Makes me wonder if it was something else.”

“Ah.” You fall quiet, not really sure what to say. That you asked for it to be that way? Doesn’t really sound all that impressive when you put it like that. He’d probably ask why, too, and you aren’t sure how you would explain that to him, either.

“You don’t have to tell me,” he says, stopping only to crack his knuckles and pour more massage oil onto his palms before resuming the massage, “Was just curious.”

“You said it was pretty,” you breathe out, not daring to open your eyes and look at him. “Guess you’re not bad at dirty talk, huh. Suppose it is pretty violent looking in reality. I like it that way, though.”

He pauses – his words, not his hands – for a short beat before responding. “Pretty and violent aren’t mutually exclusive, you know. There can be beauty in violence, sometimes.”

“Yeah?” you huff. “Sounds like something a pretty violent person would say.”

He presses down extra hard on your shoulder and you grunt, knowing it was entirely on purpose. “Says you, tough guy. You’re a little menace.”

“Who you calling little? First freckles, now you – you guys sure do like pulling the height card for a bunch of garden gnomes. Glad to have someone shorter than you for a change? Congrats, he’s not even a cis man.”

“What do you identify as, by the way? Do you consider yourself a man, or...?” Chan asks genuinely, once again dodging your attempts at provocation. He’s getting quite good at this, and that bothers you, because provoking him was the entire fun of him, but you suppose now is too nice of a moment to really push it.

“Man enough. Man sometimes. On Tuesdays, maybe. On Wednesdays I’m just a gendery enigma.”

He chuckles. “What about Thursdays?”

“Hmm. Guy, but in the same way you call an animal friend you find on the street a little guy, y’know? Just a dude.”

His signature giggles are back, and you find yourself smiling and cracking your eyes back open before you even realise it, hazy. You can’t remember the last time you felt this relaxed since the whole competition started.

“And on Fridays?”

You yawn loudly, letting your eyes flutter shut again as sleep threatens to tug away at you once again, but you know you won’t fall properly asleep while he’s still touching you. “Gender on Fridays… that’s between me and God.”

He laughs properly at that, catching himself quickly and keeping it quiet as to not disturb his roommates, but you feel an oddly swelling sense of pride at being able to make him laugh like that. Maybe he won this game of wits you played in bed, but he can’t deny you’re at least funny.

“Alright, I’m getting tired,” he yawns as well, rolling off you and flopping back onto the bed next to you. It’s only then when you notice the bright red lines adorning his back, and gasp at the sight.

“Holy shit, Chan, your back.”

“Yeah?” He looks over his shoulder at you with a simultaneously sheepish and smug grin. “Suppose you didn’t get a good view before, huh?”

“No, I’m not— okay, I am appreciating the view, but dude, I basically mauled your back, does that not sting?”

He wrinkles his nose, twisting his torso this way and that experimentally. “A bit. It’s not bad, though.”

After he took care of you so gently, you find yourself wanting to take care of him at least just a little – just to even the playing field, so he can’t chastise you for not knowing safe kink practices, or otherwise flip it on you somehow. At least, that’s what you tell yourself when you get up and ask him if he has any ointment for it.

“Ointment?”

“Yeah, like an antibiotic cream, or something. I broke skin, Chan. There’s a bit of blood. The least you should do is get it cleaned so it doesn’t get infected, especially if you’re gonna sleep without a shirt.”

He yawns again, stretching out and then wincing slightly, no doubt at the fresh scars adorning his back now. “Get it cleaned, huh? I don’t suppose you’ll do it for me?”

You bite at the inside of your cheek. “Is this a test?”

“A test? No, it’s a question. Do I have to get up and do it myself or can I stay here?”

“...Where’s the ointment? Or should I just use water?”

“Bathroom’s around the left corner, in the cabinet behind the mirror.”

It’s exactly where he said it was, so you return with a damp cloth and ointment in hand, and seat yourself behind him on the bed. This is certainly not your first time tending to your own scratch marks – or claw marks, as Kevin likes to call them, joking that the band are your scratching posts – so you fall into the process rather quickly. A gentle wipe-down before applying the cream, that’s all it is, you could do it in your sleep.

Your heart is beating out of your chest like it’s about to erupt.

You know why. It’s not a Chan thing, you know that for sure – it’s the same when taking care of your bandmates, too, as there is something so sacred about the whole process that’s almost tender. It’s the vulnerability of it all, and you’ve since gotten more adjusted to it with the others, but without any trust built between you and Chan, it feels significantly more potent than usual. Risky, almost.

Maybe it is a Chan thing.

Silence drags on and neither you nor Chan do anything about it. Out of tiredness, probably. You wouldn’t call it entirely comfortable silence, though; for some reason, tending to him feels even more vulnerable than him giving you the massage. You suppose you can’t really keep pretending like you hate him while you’re treating the wounds on his back that you inflicted, and you’re not sure what this means, anymore. You don’t know what any of this means, or how you’re supposed to be feeling about this.

“There,” you finish, closing the cap on the cream shut. “All done.”

“Thanks,” he mumbles, shifting around on the bed to get a better look at you, and you find yourself unable to hold his gaze. He shrugs and simply flops down onto the bed. “’Think I’m gonna go sleep now… oh wait, did you want like, undies or something–“

You snort. Undies. “You’re not kicking me out?”

He tilts his head up just enough to drowsily stare at you in confusion. “No? Not when you look like you’re about to melt right into my mattress. But hey, if you wanna uber home or something, go for it. I’m not keeping you here.”

He rolls over, slipping under the blankets and curling himself around a large pillow. Cute, you think. He looks even smaller like this. You wonder how you must look for him to make such a comment, how much of the number he did on you is visible, but you know you won’t get any sleep tonight if you stop to check in the mirror now.

“Yeah, I’ll take you up on the undies.”

“Aight.” He yawns again, stretches, clearly falling asleep already as he grabs you a spare pair of boxer briefs and tosses them at you as he slides back into bed. Once your shirt is on the floor and you are under the blankets with him, you find yourself subconsciously gravitating towards his side of the bed for warmth, to which he responds by turning over and draping himself over you instead of the pillow. It reminds you so much of sleeping with Sunwoo, Eric or Mingi that you find yourself lulled right back to sleep at a record speed.

If waking up in the bed of your rival was sobering, waking up in the arms of your rival is like a bucket of cold water to the face.

What is worse is that it takes you far too long to realise it, at first. Sleeping with strong arms around you is your norm, so you don’t really question it as your sleep-fogged brain slowly starts turning its gears, and you practically jolt when you pull your head back and realise you’re snuggled up to the one and only Bang Chan and pointedly not one of your bandmates.

“You’re not Sunwoo,” you blubber out, sliding away from him on the bed, and Chan just drearily groans and rolls over, pulling your half of the blanket with him.

“No. M’not.”

He stays still there, so you suppose this is your cue to get out, make your walk of shame, et cetera. Not that it was ever really a shameful walk for you, it being more like a walk in pride at the accomplishment of the notches in your belt, but Chan being who he is and his roommates being who they are make you finally understand why they called it the walk of shame in the first place.

“Where y’goin?” he mumbles, peeking out at you over his blanket as you start picking your clothes back up and getting dressed – still in his underwear with yours discarded on the floor somewhere, but at this point you consider leaving it behind as a prize, just so you can get out of there quicker.

“Where do you think? Home. Unless you’re up for round two? I’m warning you, I won’t go easy on you this time.”

Chan laughs out loud, wide and bright and fucking humiliating. You threatened him and he’s laughing at you. You scramble to get your things quicker. You need to leave, and you need to leave now, before you can dig your own grave even deeper.

“Have brekkie before you leave, at least!”

You pause to gawk at him, curly hair now free from its chemical restraints and sticking out in every which direction, his softer face illuminated by the morning sun. Who is this man?

“Breakfast? Seriously?”

He stares back at you like you are the one out of your mind.

“Yes? Do you not usually have breakfast? It’s the most important meal of the day, you know.”

“I pissed you off, tossed you around, let you bring me home and fuck my brains out, and now you’re making me breakfast? Chan, do you like me or something?” you guffaw, the only reasonable conclusion you can come up with using the limited brainpower you have access to before noon. Seriously, who the fuck does mornings these days? It was either that, or he’s trying to kill you with kindness and make you feel bad. Ha. Like he could ever.

Chan furrows his brow, recoiling in mild disgust and confusion. “No? God, is that what you think? I’m literally just being a good host. You stayed the night, I had my way with you, now I take care of you. It’s not rocket science, y’know.”

It’s not rocket science, he says, but trying to make sense of him is looking more and more like a complicated algebra equation you failed in math before dropping out. Why does he feel the need to take care of you? You’re not his responsibility. He doesn’t owe you anything. You were mean to him on purpose and he knows it, so he might as well have tossed you out on the curb as soon as he got off. Maybe called you an Uber if he wanted to be a gentleman. But this?

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why? I just said why! Have you never had someone be nice to you before, or something?”

“Wh– of course I’ve had people be nice to me before, I’m not that pathetic,” you scoff, folding your arms. “Just not after I’ve gone out of my way to aggravate them on purpose.”

Chan just snorts. “Maybe you should stop aggravating me on purpose, then.”

“So that’s what this is!” The final piece of the puzzle clicks into place, and you stare him down intently – or maybe that’s just the morning glare in your eyes. “You’re trying to kill me with kindness, aren’t you? Think being a good host will make me go easy on you? Smart, but I have less of a conscience than you seem to think I do–“

“God, a man can dream, I guess! No,” he sighs your name in the most exasperated tone you’ve ever heard from him, “this isn’t some evil plan to take you down as a competitor, I’m literally just being nice. Because I like being nice to people. Is that really so hard to believe?”

“You don’t have a reason to be nice to me. I sure as hell ain’t nice to you! Every time I think you’ve grown some backbone you–“

“Oh please, that is not what you were saying last night,” he interrupts, finally starting to lose his cool. Good. You hate fighting him when he’s so clear-headed. “You wanna be so tough and scary so bad, but you insisted on cleaning my wounds before bed–“

“Oh my god, you are in love with me, aren’t you?”

Whether you actually think Chan harbours any sort of romantic feelings for you leans heavy towards no, but the accusation is one you can think of very few people who wouldn’t get a rise out of. Not to mention how funny it is to see them flounder to prove themselves just for you to twist everything they say against them.

“In love with you? Are you seriously that self-obsessed? No, no– I’m not falling for that, you know I’m already–“ he cuts himself off this time, realising the hole he just dug, but it’s too late.

“So you are in love with Felix, you admit it!” you cackle victoriously, clapping like a seal. “You’re right, we already knew, but I sure wonder if Felix does. What was his Instagram tag again? Lix something?”

“Sure, go ahead and tell him, like he’d believe you,” Chan huffs, “You’re not subtle either, tough guy! ‘You’re not Sunwoo!’ Hm, I wonder why you’re thinking about waking up in his arms.”

“We sleep together, genius,” you deadpan, rolling your eyes, “the entire band, we all sleep together, I did not think any of us were subtle about that.”

“I know that, but why is it Sunwoo’s name specifically you think of first thing in the morning, huh?”

Fuck. Why is it Sunwoo? As soon as you ask yourself that, your recent conversations flash through your mind, and you sure as hell are not about to let Chan of all people know about that.

“Because your arms felt like his, it’s not that deep!”

“I don’t mean this in a body-shaming way, but his arms are like half the size of mine. I’m not exactly convinced.”

“Then don’t be! I have nothing to prove to you.”

“You really don’t! So why do you keep acting like you do have something to prove to me every time we meet?”

His words slice through you like a hot knife through butter, and it takes a second too long to come up with a response. He’s right. You fucking hate when he’s right, and you would sooner edit a Wikipedia article to win an argument against someone when you’re in the wrong than admit it to him.

He sighs. “I don’t get why you have such a raging hate boner towards us. I know Eric has beef with Felix and we’re neck and neck in the Battle of the Bands, and you get your kicks out of provoking people, but you seem to think that I – or the other guys too, for that matter – would act against you if you slipped up enough to give us a chance to. But we’re not like that.”

We’re not like you, is the unspoken message there, but you hear it loud and clear. “Why wouldn’t you? Felix still has something to prove, that much I can tell for certain. Lino was quick to spill my secrets as soon as he had them. Hell, Changbin threw me over a table for something entirely consensual and even went as far as to slut-shame all of us. Like, riddled with diseases? Really? You’re no better than we are just because we actually own up to being assholes, you just lack the self awareness.”

Chan tilts a brow up at you, then it furrows into a puzzled expression. “This is what I mean about you bringing out the worst in people. Lino went for it because he knew you’d definitely do the same, and Changbin... he doesn’t start fights as often as you’d think he does based off of your experiences with him. They’re usually justified. Though I will admit the slut-shaming wasn’t, he was just trying to get some sort of edge over you since he didn’t know you knew about Hyunjin’s career. He’s actually done sex work in the past too, got his fair share of STI’s, it’s not an insult that comes from a place of actual prejudice.”

“Oh, so its all blatant hypocrisy then! Wow, that’s sooo much better, you guys are such morally-correct heroes.”

He rolls his eyes so hard you think he got a glimpse of his brain, then pinches the bridge of his nose in barely concealed frustration. “Okay, yes, sure, he’s a hypocrite! I’ll admit to that! But you’ve had something to prove since before any of that happened, so I’m just wondering why exactly you expected us – why you expected me – to be some sort of villain from the get-go! Why do you want me to be the bad guy so bad when I’m just trying to be nice to you and make you some goddamn breakfast?!”

You see he has reached his wits end, and it’s no longer a noble attempt to defend his team but a cry for help to save himself. You knew your verbal spars had more behind them than he tries to act, but now he can’t pretend like he’s their infallible shield anymore. Nor can he pretend his little posse are all virtuous saints. In a way, you finally won, you made him crack.

So why does it feel so much like losing?

“Because I just don’t get why you don’t,” you confess in an aggravated sigh, “Other people would! I’d argue that you should, given it all! It feels— it feels wrong to have you just, clean me up and make me breakfast when we’re not even friends! We don’t even like each other! Like, this goes above and beyond even for just a Tinder hookup!”

Chan barks out a dry laugh. “It’s like you really can’t comprehend the concept of someone being nice to you. Have you never had someone properly take care of you before?”

“I have! My band take care of me better than I could even ask for. But that’s the difference, they’re mine. They’re my band, I mean, we have a bond even deeper than family, we take care of each other because we love each other. What reason do you have to take care of me of all people? I haven’t given you a single reason to and yet, you do anyway.”

“You think people need a hard-earned reason to be nice to you?” Chan remarks back at you, and it shocks something deep inside you with an ice-cold chill. Yes? Maybe? That would sound stupid if you say it out loud. Would it? It makes so much sense to you, though. People can be nice without reason sometimes, but not to people who don’t deserve it.

Not to people like you.

“I... I’m not saying people can only be nice to people once they’ve done something to earn it, I just mean that people aren’t usually nice to people who have given them a reason – or in my case, multiple reasons – not to be. If someone hurts the people I love, I’m not making them breakfast, I’m kicking them to the curb when I’m done.”

“I know,” Chan deadpans, no doubt thinking about Felix too. “That’s where we differ then, I guess. I don’t filter who I’m nice to based off of some invisible tally of who deserves it or who doesn’t. I choose to be kind because it’s how I want to be, not because it’s what someone does or doesn’t deserve. I’d like to say that all people deserve kindness, but even I cave and deliberately deny people of that sometimes. I’m only human, yeah? We all are. Even you. So I’m not sure why you’ve convinced yourself you’re so unworthy of my kindness that you lash out at me for it. Have you been wronged that much?”

He says it so casually and gets up to wash his face in the connected bathroom like he didn’t just cover you in paper cuts then drop you in a pool of lemonade and salt. Have you been wronged that much? Hell, have you been wronged by that many? You think back to your family, then your former friends, their friends, your peers. You think about your band, all runaways or renegades from similar surroundings, and the safety you found in them being like-minded individuals. How you all met because you were all so scorned taking the road not taken, so driven yet so lost.

Society has a way of chewing you up and spitting you back out into more pieces than you started off in, then expecting you to pick them up and glue them back together yourself, as if you are the one who did it. That’s just how life is; there is no childhood without hardship, no adult without trauma, despite the best efforts of many and the lack of effort of many more. Everyone has their own demons to fight, all while fighting for their lives in the blender that is late-stage capitalism and man-made prejudice.

You know all this. Yet when Chan asks, ‘Have you been wronged that much?’ Part of you thinks that all of that is bullshit and somehow you and your band have ended up being through hell and back for no other damn reason than drawing the short straw in the hand dealt to the rest of the world.

“I don’t... I...”

You struggle to find words for the emotions you are feeling – rage, grief, sadness, bitterness, envy, but there’s something else in the muddled pit of them all that doesn’t quite fit with the others. Hope, maybe? That’s a dangerous emotion, but that’s rarely stopped you before. You wouldn’t be where you are today without it. Fear? Closer, but what for? Relief? At what?

Chan walks back out of the bathroom with a hand towel around his neck, then right past you towards the kitchen.

“Come on. I’m making pancakes.”

Feeling like you don’t have much of a choice not to – or a reason not to, for that matter – you follow him, plopping yourself wordlessly down on a stool on the outer side of the counter.

He doesn’t say more as he takes out the ingredients and gets to work, a simple recipe but nonetheless homemade compared to the pre-made pancake mixes you use back home. You take the chance to observe your surroundings, spacious yet rather cluttered with the various belongings of the multiple men in the household, and that is when you remember you two are not the only occupants currently home.

“Are the others still asleep?” you ask, and he just shrugs while pouring batter onto a fry pan.

“Probably. We’re not usually up before noon, but I’ll make some for them to have for lunch.”

“Did I wake you, then?”

“Yeah. But it’s fine. I got more sleep last night than usual, honestly.”

It will never not be jarring to you, the difference in the kind of conversations you have with Chan. You’re either arguing with blades drawn, or you’re laid completely bare with nothing but an emergency razor blade hidden under a band-aid on you, conversing like you actually know each other. Like there’s any sort of closeness or trust between you. You don’t know if that is just because you’re more used to fighting him than not, or because something about Chan with his guard down makes you feel even more exposed than ever, or if it’s the things he’s done and said in the past twelve or so hours that changed the air between you. There’s discomfort in how comfortable it is, a juxtaposition you have no idea how you got to.

“Don’t get much sleep, huh?”

He nods, scarred back still facing you as he cooks. “Not usually. I tend to stay up late until I’m exhausted enough to maybe catch some sleep when I finally go to bed, then try to sleep on and off until it gets too hot at noon and I just give up. Well, not all the time, I do get uninterrupted sleep some nights, but the staying up super late and getting up late is pretty consistent. So yesterday I went to bed kinda early.”

“2am kinda early, huh?” you snort, and he chuckles.

“Yeah. Earlier than five, at least.”

The relatively comfortable silence from last night returns, and you find you don’t hate it as much this time. It’s still rather foreign, but not as deeply unsettling as it was before, so you are content to just take in the view of his half-naked form cooking a gigantic stack of pancakes until he finally plates and serves.

“Eat up, then.”

You do.

You have been dreading returning home since the moment Eric threw his little fit last night, so you are already bracing yourself for metaphorical impact – the impact being rancid vibes more than anything else – from the very moment you open the front door to your apartment.

What you find instead, is a messy-haired Han with the buttons on his shirt done up one buttonhole too low, skewing the whole symmetry of the shirt sideways. If the bruises on his jaw and neck are any indicator, you’d guess this is Sunwoo, Wooyoung, or maybe San’s handiwork, but given that it’s your apartment he’s coming out of, you put your money on Sunwoo.

“Damn. You too huh—”

“I was just leaving!” he blurts out, shoving past you and speed-walking away while still putting on his layered jackets, and you snort and close the door behind you.

“Let me guess, that was the work of one man starting with a ‘Sun’ and ending with a ‘woo.’”

“You know it!”

He calls back at you from the kitchen, and you realise the mop of dark hair you spotted on the couch is not him and his permed curls, but simply Wooyoung’s atrocious bed hair. Or maybe sex hair. Could be either or, with him. Walking into better view, you notice the whole band is here already, seemingly waiting for you with Eric standing between the two couches expectantly.

“Ah good, you’re finally here!”

He sounds less than thrilled, and the rest of the band don’t seem all that excited either, barring Sunwoo’s aura of smugness at having his plaything leave moments prior. The tension in the room is palpable, like mugginess on a humid day, except the windows are wide open and the constant drone of the fan on in the background makes the would-be silence even louder somehow.

“Oh boy,” you groan, “if you’re going to grill us all on sleeping with the enemy, frankly I do not want to hear it.”

“You think I wanted to hear Jisung screaming out Sunwoo’s name repeatedly last night and calling him oppa?” Eric guffaws, as if that’s somehow your fault. You take a quick glance at the man in question, who only looks even more proud of himself, so you snicker at him.

“Wow, nice.”

“No, not nice, what the fuck you guys! Is there anyone here who didn’t fuck a stray kid last night?!”

“Huh?”

You look around the room at the others, only thinking you and Sunwoo did, but the only one who cautiously raises his hand is Kevin. You figure Wooyoung and Mingi probably got Changbin to crack with the added influence of Lino, but your eyes widen at San.

“Whaaat? That Hyunjin kid was testing my patience. Though I can’t say I wasn’t curious after his stream—”

“Seriously guys, did everything they said just evade you? They dissed our music, our message, Wooyoung and I’s dancing, our sex lives— and you’re going on and fucking them instead of fucking them over? What the fuck you guys!”

Wooyoung just shrugged. “I sure fucked him over his boyfriend, I think he appreciated the view—”

“You’re not even taking me seriously at all!” Eric roars, eyes flaring, but he’s right. You aren’t. You don’t think anyone else in the room even is.

“It’s hard to take you seriously when you’re trying to come at us for who we choose to sleep with. Like, I thought we agreed that what we do with other people is none of each other’s business, and it’s extra hypocritical when you were the first to do so this time. Last year we literally fucked a homophobe from the rival band to humiliate him and now you’re drawing the line? Just say you’re upset about Felix still and be done with it,” you tell him with scalding bluntness, and you can see the hurt visible all over his face. It does make you feel partly guilty, but you meant every word you said. Suppose you didn’t hear everything the others said once you were preoccupied with Felix and Chan, but you don’t think it would have changed your path of action regardless.

“Fine then,” Eric hisses, bitter and thoroughly done. “Fine! Fuck them all if you want, have one big fat orgy in our living room for all I care, but don’t expect to touch my ass once you’re done with them. Kevin, you’re the only one left with hole privileges.”

Kevin wrinkles his nose and raises a brow, puzzled. “But I’m a bottom?”

“Good! Then don’t use them! An extra fuck you to the rest of them!”

He storms off after that, slamming the door to his room behind him, and you all take a collective sigh at his little temper tantrum. They aren’t anything new, but he usually isn’t this unreasonable, but you all know why. Felix. It always comes back down to Felix, the first love who broke his heart into so many pieces he is still trying to glue them back together. You feel sorry for what he is going through, you really do, but that doesn’t mean you are going to let him walk all over you and lash out like that.

“So. Movie night?” San suggests to break the tension, and the others are quick to nod and mutter in agreement.

“Definitely not here, though,” you pitch in, Eric’s loud trap music blasting from his speakers through the closed door, right on cue. “Let’s give him some space to cool down.”

“I’ll stay here,” Sunwoo suggests, “Just in case he needs to talk it out while we’re still gone.”

“Let me,” you offer, “I’m not huge on movies anyway—”

“Respectfully, I think he’d rather talk to anyone but you,” Kevin interrupts with an apologetic frown. “You did kind of fuck around with his ex without him. I don’t think he wants to confront how jealous that made him. He still misses him so much.”

“I know,” you sigh, sinking down into the couch, wedged between him and Mingi. At this point you have already accepted movie night is not going to happen until you have talked this all out with the others. “I think it’s more than that, though. When I was talking to him about it while training him on pole, he said the rest of the kids made him jealous, too. Because those are all effectively, and I’m paraphrasing this bluntly, mind you, but they’re basically his replacements. His and the rest of their dance crew that he left. He wanted me to fuck Felix with him to prove that he too had moved on and met cooler, hotter and more talented friends to make music with, so he could feel in control again. But I think it backfired on him as soon as they started winning and rubbing it in our faces. At least, based on his outburst just then, that’s my guess. Still needa ask him directly, preferably once he’s let off some steam.”

Mingi plays with your hand as you talk, his large ones easily encasing yours and tracing patterns along your skin. “Sounds about right. Maybe we should stop sleeping around with them, then. It’s not like we’d have much of a dry spell without them, as hot as it is I don’t know if it’s worth making Eric upset.”

“That’s treating the symptoms, not the root of the problem,” you point out, noticing the way he stays fixated on your hand, not looking at you, but more so, not looking at Wooyoung. “That’s the thing I don’t get about monogamy. People will go to such lengths to make sure their partners don’t get jealous, instead of trying to unpack why they feel so bad about seeing someone else with them. Like, clearly he has a lot of insecurity about being replaced, or other people being better than him. I get that. So we just need to show him how much we value him, and how irreplaceable he is to us. How fucking with other guys doesn’t change that.”

That seems to stir something within Mingi, gears turning in his head visible on his face. You hope that it’s the realization you think it is, because while Mingi has never been the overly jealous type like Eric is, you know from many late nights drinking hot chocolate on his shoddy balcony that his insecurities are just as loud and all-consuming sometimes. You haven’t had the chance to properly check in on him since his fight with Wooyoung in front of you, but you hope he can read between the lines nonetheless.

“Huh. And how do we do that?”

“We put him in control again,” you say decidedly, nodding. “A position of power, of some sort. Make him the star of our next stage, build it all around it. Let him run it, even. And of course, him permitting, suck his dick till he’s shooting blanks.”

A unanimous chuckle ripples through the room at the last part, knowing full well how the combined effort of the six of you could make that a very easy feat.

“He did call us here to talk about our next stage,” Wooyoung hums thoughtfully, “I think he wants to do another special stage like we do at those dance clubs, with you taking over drums and Sunwoo on bass so he and Mingi can dance with me, if I were to guess. He seemed particularly torn up about their comments on dance specifically, which makes sense given how that’s how Felix left him.”

“What did they even say about your dancing, anyway? I didn’t catch that, was too busy arguing with—”

“Sneaking off to suck Felix’s dick in a hallway, we know,” Wooyoung snorts, shifting himself into his usual seat, that being Mingi’s lap, and leaning against his chest. “They said I danced like my sex appeal could make up for a lack of talent. Which is whatever, honestly, I just used that to make Changbin admit he still found me hot and eventually lead to bringing him home – amazing ass, mind you, he wanted to top so bad and I damn near let him but—”

“Okay, okay, details later, what else did they say about us?” Knowing each other inside out means that the tendency to cut each other off is never taken too personally, given how much you all have the tendency to ramble.  You’re grateful for it, because at times like this, you need to get straight to the point. “Did they insult Eric’s dancing too?”

Wooyoung grimaces, lips pursing into a line, and that is enough to confirm your suspicions. “...yeah. To be fair, Eric did bring it up first. He was taunting them about their dancing and how they should go compete in dance competitions instead like they used to in Force – but oh, that’s right! Felix left Force, and for this, and he implied it was because he knew that they’d never make it in an actual dance competition without Force. So they dragged him and the rest of Force through the mud, saying maybe the reason they disbanded as soon as Felix left was because they knew he carried the team and they were nothing without him. You can imagine how hard that would have hit.”

You poke your tongue at the inside of your cheek. Can’t exactly say their response was entirely uncalled for, then, but at the same time, Eric made a solid point. Why didn’t they just enter dance tournaments instead? You remember Eric going to compete in a whole ton of them between Force and Triple Z, the dance crews he was in with Felix and Wooyoung and Mingi respectively.

Force since disbanded with Felix’s departure since he acted as the glue that held the crew together, the other members closer with him than each other, while Triple Z still meets up sometimes, but a lot more casually than they used to now that most of them aren’t studying anymore, and have a lot less free time working to pay rent. Especially with the Battle of the Bands coming up, you don’t expect they will be doing anything big for a while now. At least that meant Eric finally stopped overworking himself between all his commitments.

You think about the week prior he spent learning a whole new medium of dance just to prove a point, and you quickly retract that thought.

“I think I know just what he needs,” you speak up, the puzzle clicking together in your head one piece at a time. “Not just what he needs, what this competition needs. An even match.”

“An even match?” San echoes, and you nod, noting the way he looks slightly disheartened, but you continue before he can think that the band isn’t a worthy competitor to the current reigning group.

“An even playing field, I mean. They’re doing something completely different to everyone else; that’s why they’re winning, because they can’t be compared to anyone else. We just need to give them something to compare to. Another dance group. Four of us are already some form of dancer, and the rest of you are fit and fast learners. If we spend the next week on the grind, we can make a dance performance out of one of the old tracks Kevin or Mingi produced for Force or Triple Z that never got used– and if we let Eric run this little boot camp, he hopefully will feel like he’s in control of the situation again and that we still value his opinions and role on the team.”

“So... your vote is basically plagiarism then,” Wooyoung snorts, crossing one leg over the other with a playful flourish, almost kicking you in the face in the process. “I’m interested. In fact, if we want to really boot camp this, we should all take the week off work. I think I can help cover the costs that may arise from that one.”

“No way!” San gasps, eyes quickly widening while the rest of you glance around at each other, not getting the memo. “Don’t tell me that sugar daddy you were talking to is actually legit...?”

“More than legit,” Wooyoung preens, evidently rather proud of himself. “I found out how to squeeze even more dough out of him. He loves seeing me in fancy designer brands, he has no idea I just stole half of it and have been using the generous allowance he gave me to spoil Mingi instead and buy other sorts of useless shit and necessities. So I just pretend I’m this fashionista diva who only wants to wear the most exclusive of designer, and even with all the money he’s giving me, it doesn’t give me the connections to get limited edition pieces from exclusive collections... and he gets them for me, of course, and do you have any idea how much those kinds of things sell for?”

If there was one thing you always admired about Wooyoung, it was how clever that sly fox could be when it came to things like this. Trust Jung Wooyoung to milk rich old men for all they’re worth, but still not consider that microwaving rice three times would make it into a solid brick. The duality of man.

“Why haven’t you told us earlier?!” San seems almost offended, lips falling into a pout. “That’s huge! You’re basically rich now!”

“Ew, gross,” Wooyoung wrinkles his nose, “I’m not rich, I’m exploiting the rich. Big difference. Don’t lump me in with those bastards! I didn’t tell you all yet because I didn’t want to get my hopes up in case it was a scam or he ended up being dangerous, but... I think we’re in the clear now. I’m still going to pole dance because I love it and I don’t want my only source of income to be reliant on some old rich man’s whims, but I can afford to take a week off and pitch in for you guys too. I might have to leave periodically if he calls, though, but luckily I already know how to dance. I’ll catch up quick.”

“It’s a plan, then,” Kevin speaks up, and the relief it fills you with is immense; you were the most concerned about his reaction to the idea, as he was the least inclined to heavy physical activity out of all of you, but you figure you must have been underestimating him – he may be no dancer yet, but Gaga nights at the gay club have him vogueing like he is one. “We make our next stage a dance stage to rival theirs, and Eric gets to put us all through dance hell? Good thing I started working out…”

You look around the room for any signs of protest, but luckily enough, everyone seems to be on the same page. You see a particular spark in Wooyoung and Mingi’s eyes – for completely different reasons – that make you think this really is the right path to take.

“Going once, going twice… agreed, then!” You clasp your hands together, determined. “Someone pick a movie, and we can tell Eric when he feels like speaking with us calmly again.”

a/n: not gonna lie this might be one of my favourite chapters so far hehe those chan scenes were extremely fun to write. anyway if you havent already, let me know your thoughts thru this google form or even through an ask, either or can be anonymous if you want (tho if you want me to reply to your form responses, pls do sign off w ur @!) as always reblogs are always appreciated and im always down to talk in depth abt these characters if any questions or brainrot arises. LOL

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Picture Perfect

Hyunjin x (FTM) Reader

Stray Kids SMAU

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When (Y/N) and his 4 year old daughter Bela have to leave England because of his abusive ex boyfriend, his Uncle J takes them in and keeps them safe. With the help of the boys (Y/N) and Bela learn more about themselves than they thought possible. Along the way Hyunjin starts to feel things for the English man with a toddler who has also fallen madly in love with the idol. Will the three of them be happy or will (Y/N)’s past ruin it? ———————————————————————

Part Two - Group Meeting

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So this is the long awaited part 2 I am so sorry that it took me so long to do but the app that I normally use stopped working and kept crashing so I had to find a new app anyway let me know what you think and if you want to be tagged in this series

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Chan/Jisung

Explicit | 820 words

Tags and Warnings: trans male character, trans jisung, friends with benefits, cunnilingus, sexual dysfunction from ssri's, healthy communication

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"You close?"

It's been well over thirty minutes now, maybe even forty. Not that he thinks Chan minds. The dude could eat pussy for hours and have no complaints whatsoever (and probably come untouched in his pants from it too, to be honest) – Jisung knows from experience. But the sensitive little ah ah ah's that have been getting drawn out of him are not sounds of impending orgasm.

Jisung should be close – he should have already came by now, a couple times even, and it's beyond frustrating that he hasn't. That he can't. He wants to kick his legs and beg and scream and maybe pull his hair out, but he knows it would be useless. 

Chan is amazing at everything he does, and that includes using his tongue. It's felt so good the entire time, and Chan is so hot like this, it's completely unfair. His cock is absolutely throbbing, hot and slick under Chan's tongue, worked to the very edge over and over but never quite teetering over the edge. It's like heaven and hell have overlapped.

Taking a deep breath, Jisung dejectedly cards a hand through Chan's hair and sighs, "Actually, it's starting to hurt a little bit."

Chan immediately stops, pulling back with round, puppy eyes and swollen, shiny lips. "Oh, I didn't realize you already came," he says, half a smirk on his face. He gently reaches out to thumb over Jisung's cock like he's apologizing to it, but it makes him shudder violently. "I thought you were into overstim, though. I mean, you should have made me stop if you weren't into it." He frowns.

It's been a while since they've hooked up, schedules clashing and whatnot, so Jisung can't blame him for not knowing. He hasn't really brought it up to anyone besides his therapist.

"Oh. I uh... I didn't cum," he admits, hand going to lay flat on his stomach, the roiling boil of heat behind it turning to a more tolerable simmer now that Chan's laying his cheek against his thigh.

Chan's brows furrow in concern. Jisung doesn't want him to be insecure, to think his inability to cum has anything to do with him, so as soon as the other opens his mouth to ask what he's sure will be something like did I do anything wrong? Jisung speaks up again.

"Don't worry, hyung, you haven't suddenly lost your god-tier tongue abilities," he reassures. Chan grins his dopey little grin as he breathes a sigh of relief. Jisung laughs softly, face and ears still red. From both pleasure and frustration.

"Then... what's wrong?"

It's kind of amusing, having this conversation with Chan's chin wet and his whole crotch just out in the open like this, but it comes out easier than he expected. "I should have warned you this could happen," Jisung rubs his face and sits up against the pillows. "My antidepressants. They uh, sorta um, give me sexual dysfunction? Like, sometimes it's pretty much impossible to come." And he does mean impossible – not even with his vibrator on his favorite setting.

It takes Chan a second to respond, but when he does, it's a huffed, "Dude, that fucking sucks." And it would probably sound insincere from anyone else, but Chan snuggles up to his side and looks every bit as understanding as Jisung figured he would be.

He's not sure why there had been a sense of shame he felt over this. Chan's been off and on medication the entire time he's known him, he almost certainly has experience with the same thing.

"Yeah, well," Jisung lets Chan wrap an arm around his waist and bury his face in the crook of his neck, "it's either be able to come easily yet feel like killing myself, or be semi stable and not be able to come sometimes."

"I felt that," he mumbles, threading their fingers together on Jisung's stomach. "Are they helping, at least?"

Jisung turns his head and lays his cheek against Chan's hair. "I think so, yeah."

"Then it's definitely worth it."

The room grows quiet then, save for Chan's playlist moving through songs that are almost tipping into the cringe-sexy category.

And after a few moments, Chan lifts his head and asks, tone sincere, "Did you enjoy yourself?"

Jisung smiles, rolling his eyes playfully. "God, yes." Chan perks up like a puppy, invisible tail wagging as he shakes a fist happily above them. He's precious. "Just because I didn't come doesn't mean I didn't love fucking that pretty face of yours."

"Yeah?" Chan teases, wiggling his eyebrows and biting his lip. Jisung flicks his slick-tacky nose and watches it crinkle up – his breath still smells like Jisung too, and he can feel just how hard he still is, pressed up against his hip.

"You know what else I'd love?" Jisung kisses him briefly. "If you got my strap and let me see you ride me." 

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groups (I stan) that I would feel safe with as a trans man

1. all of ateez, emphasis on hongjoong and san

2. seventeen scoups, hoshi, dk, seungkwan

3. txt yeonjun

4. all of xdinary heroes to an extent, gunil full send though

5. p1harmony keeho, jiung, jeongseob

6. bts suga, jhope

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7. all of nct 127 tbh. HEAVY emphasis on doyoung

8. stray kids bangchan and changbin

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Hey, I wanted to ask if I could request a stray kids x oc, like idk if you want to write headcanons, short stories for each member, or pick olny one member, it really is up to you, my oc's name is Shiro and he is ftm trans and goes be he/they, and I would like to request something where Shiro is a kpop idol and part of stray kids, the member/s don't know that he is trans, and he doesn't want them to know because he is scared of how they would react, if they would accept him, since he is scared of them finding out he is basically binding 24/7, this affects his health a lot, and one day they find out, all in all just a little bit of angst, much comfort and fluff, thank you and have a nice day/night :)

Stray Kids x FTM Reader

Part 1

TW: Body dysmorphia, mentions of eating disorders (but no ed actually present), mentions of transphobia

A/N- Hi love, Crimson here. We don’t write for OCs, per say, but I am more than happy to fulfill your request with an x reader format that follows the same format you wanted- I hope you don’t mind. I also have to warn that even though I am a part of the LGBTQ+ community, I am not trans so I deeply apologize if I get anything wrong. If I do, please let me know as I’d love to fix it to represent you better! I also assumed you intended your request as platonic but please feel free to request romantic headcanons as well if that’s what you intended. I’m so sorry this has taken so long and I’ll do my very best to get out with the rest of the members asap. Have a lovely day! <3

Chan-

- Chan was definitely the first to notice something was up with you. After all, he’s your leader and incredibly attentive to you and your fellow members needs. He believes it to be his responsibility to ensure everyone’s wellbeing.

- He was worried, to say the least. He noticed how self conscious you were, how you never seemed comfortable in your skin. This fact, paired with your recent tiredness and lack of appetite made a lot of warning signals go off in his head.

- He started making little efforts- giving you extra food, offering snacks throughout the day…

- Chan is observative. He notices how you’ve been avoiding everyone recently. He’s worried, and for a good reason.

- The constant winces, the bags under your eyes, the weight you’ve slowly but surely been losing…

- Yeah, Chan is worried.

- He’s tried to subtly hint at you to come to him, he’s tried to be patient– but there’s only so much this man can take before he, against his better judgement, practically corners you to find out what’s wrong.

- He takes a calm and empathetic approach, but that doesn’t stop you from breaking down.

- Honestly, Chan is surprised. In between your begging for him to not tell JYP and your tears, he’s doing his best to calm you down. Making promises he’s not sure he can keep and overall just trying to soothe you.

- In the end, Chan keeps quiet about the debacle and even offers to help as much as possible- he’s very protective of his members- but he probably feels bad that you didn’t come to him sooner about it.

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Moonbin

apologies. as of 4/19 i do not plan to write for moonbin. i can’t explain how fucking devastated i am atm. i currently would perfer to not write for him at this time, possibly in the future. again, i’m sorry. ilysm moonbin, rest in peace. you don’t understand how grateful i am to you, and how sorry i am.

San-Ha

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Mj

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Jinjin

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ot5

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8Turn

Myunho

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Jaeyun

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Minho

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Kyungmin

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Haemin

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Yoonsung

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ot6

coming soon..

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(won’t write for Yungyu or Seungheon)

` i still love them though i just don’t feel comfy writing for minors

TXT

Soobin

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Yeonjun

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Taehyung

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Beomgyu

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Kai

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ot5

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Xikers

Minjae

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Junmin

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Sumin

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Jinsik

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Hyunwoo

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ot5

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(won’t write for Junghoon, Seeun, Yujun, Hunter, or Yechan)

` i still love them though i just don’t feel comfy writing for minors

«to be updated»

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스트레이 키즈 ── OT8. ( stray kids )

🌏─────SHIBARI | 0.9K — HEADCANONS | MDNI | i love shibari with my entire soul and i feel like we as a society don’t talk about it enough — particularly about how emotional it can be if done right. (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)

🌏─────POTHEADS | 1.8K — HEADCANONS | MDNI | green decides what kind of stoners the stray kids members are. (NO READER) REQUESTED

🌏─────IN THE ABSENCE OF YOU | 4.4K — HEADCANONS | in which the members of stray kids navigate the world of fatherhood without you. (FEMALE READER) REQUESTED

⭐️─────CAUGHT IN THE ACT | 15.6K — HEADCANONS | the reactions of each member of stray kids when they're caught kissing you by another member. (GENDER NEUTRAL READER) REQUESTED

방찬 ── CHAHN BAHNG. ( bang chan )

⭐️─────USE OF THE SAFE WORD | 1.9K — ONE-SHOT | MDNI | chan had always been the sweetest human ever, but after you’d both had a rough week, you both find out that you had different ways of decompressing. (FEMALE READER) REQUESTED

🌏─────HOW HE CARES | 2.2K — ONE-SHOT | an episode of 2 kids’ show reveals just how deep your friendship with chan runs. (FEMALE READER) REQUESTED

🌏─────SAFE HAVEN | 1.6K — ONE-SHOT | chan takes care of you while on your period. (FEMALE READER) REQUESTED

이민호 ── LEE MINHO. ( lee know )

🌏─────I’M ON YOUR SIDE | 1.8K — ONE-SHOT | following the devastating death of your sister, you find yourself navigating a world that throws you into the deep end of piling bills and worries that you were unsure of how to handle. (GENDER NEUTRAL READER) REQUESTED

🌏─────PUPPY LOVE | 1.0K — HEADCANONS | in which high school lee minho is so madly in love with you that he's willing to follow you anywhere, anytime. (MALE READER) REQUESTED

⭐️─────BONDS OF PASSION | 7.2K — ONE-SHOT | MDNI | in a night of profound emotional connection and intimacy, you and minho explore your bond through the intricate art of shibari, culminating in a tender embrace that deepens your love and gratitude. (FEMALE READER) REQUESTED

서창빈 ── SEO CHANGBIN. ( changbin )

🌏─────WHEN COLORS CARESS | 2.8K — ONE-SHOT | MDNI | you and your lover, changbin, explore the depths of your relationship through an intimate art session, where changbin’s skin becomes your canvas for emotional expression. (GENDER NEUTRAL READER) REQUESTED

황현진 ── HWANG HYUNJIN. ( hyunjin )

🌏─────ERASE ME FROM YOUR MEMORY | 0.6K — ONE-SHOT | half a year after you and hyunjin break up, you find that you’ve somehow healed. (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)

🌏─────CINEMATIC SECRETS | 3.2K — ONE-SHOT | MDNI | in the hushed shadows of an empty cinema, you and hyunjin find yourselves doing anything except watch the film. (MALE READER) REQUESTED

⭐️─────RAIN-SWEETENED HEARTS | 4.5K — ONE-SHOT | MDNI | on a rainy evening, a deepening connection unfolds between you and hyunjin as you explore your newfound intimacy in the cozy sanctuary of your studio apartment. amidst clumsy yet heartfelt moments, your bond blossoms into a magical dance of tenderness and desire, celebrated under the gentle rhythm of the falling rain. (FEMALE READER) REQUESTED

한지성 ── HAN JISUNG. ( han )

🌏─────‘TILL FOREVER FALLS APART | ~7.2K — SERIES | MDNI | in which two disabled idols find comfort in each other’s arms. (FEMALE READER) STATUS: ON-GOING TAGLIST: OPEN

이용복 ── LEE YONGBOK. ( felix )

🌏─────EVERYTHING IS YOU | 3.3K — ONE-SHOT | through every single hardship you’ve ever endured, felix always waited for you, ready to bring you into the safety of his embrace. so when you’re stuck amidst the complicated emotions following your father’s passing, the first and only person you sought for comfort was your best friend. (GENDER NEUTRAL READER) REQUESTED

⭐️─────THE LAST STRAW | 3.5K — ONE-SHOT | after a final argument with your toxic, manipulative mother over your irresponsible younger brother, you decide to cut ties with your family, only to be overwhelmed by doubt and panic until your supportive boyfriend, felix, reassures you that choosing yourself was the right decision. (GENDER NEUTRAL READER) REQUESTED

김승민 ── KIM SEUNGMIN. ( seungmin )

🌏─────YOU CAN BURST INTO FLAMES | 1.2K — ONE-SHOT | seungmin helps you get through a thunderstorm by showering you with tender love and singing to you. (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)

⭐️─────STILL FRAMES | 7.5K — ONE-SHOT | after fainting during a photography class outing, you're tenderly cared for by a seemingly cold classmate, seungmin, leading to an unexpected and heartwarming connection between the two of you. (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)

양정인 ── YANG JEONGIN. ( i.n )

🌏─────BLAME ME IF YOU WANT | 1.1K — ONE-SHOT | you deluded yourself into thinking you and jeongin were meant to last forever. but after some time where he felt distant, you come to find out why. (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)

🌏─────EUPHORIA | 3.4K — ONE-SHOT | MDNI | as you and jeongin engage in an intense and synchronized exploration of your desires, the pleasure between you reaches a crescendo. your intimate connection is solidified with tender expressions of love and a deep, satisfying closeness that comes with trying new things. (FEMALE READER) REQUESTED

⭐️─────ECHOES OF US | 12.6K — LONG-FIC | after a painful breakup, you and jeongin struggle to maintain a civil front for your mutual friends, but when he accidentally calls you by your old pet name, unresolved emotions resurface, forcing you both to confront the lingering feelings between you. (GENDER NEUTRAL READER) REQUESTED

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