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icequeenbae · 3 months ago

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Initiation (m) | HHJ, YJI

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader x Jeongin

Werewolf AU, mates, PWP, fluff, smut

Warnings: explicit content, unprotected sex, threesome (duh), oral, mating, knotting, marking, some possessiveness if you squint (softdom!Hyunjin?)

Word Count: ~5k

Summary: You joined Chan’s pack a few months ago and it’s been great so far. But there’s been some frustration accumulating in you for a while that you couldn’t battle on your own. Thankfully, there are young wolves around ready to help you. And they might be even more willing to take care of you than you realize.

Author’s note: Okay, I’m finally back with a new story!! I know I’ve been a bit absent lately, but that’s cz I’m writing a whole HHJ novel lmao Not even kidding, that one is gonna be sooo looonggg… But in the meantime, I decided yesterday that I needed to write something short and fun that I can share with you asap, and this happened! I was up till 7 or 8AM writing this, so huge thanks to @tusswrites for helping me edit this so quickly!! Anyways, this is my first Stray Kids story, so I really hope you enjoy it and give me some feedback~ Thank you, sweethearts <3

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You’d been feeling weird lately.

It was a feeling that washed over you from time to time, causing you discomfort, yet you still couldn’t place it. You tried to analyze the situation you were in when it appeared and figure out where it was coming from or what it was in general, but all your efforts were in vain. Something made you feel strange, and you didn’t know what or why.

It was definitely not the life with your new pack. You joined it 6 months ago after Chan’s vehement coaxing. You’d known him even before he became the alpha of his own pack, but after wandering around the world for several years and coming back to settle down, you found the citylife to be quite dangerous for a lone she-wolf. You didn’t want to admit that you needed protection as you were more than capable of fighting your own fights, but after being constantly harassed on the daily by cocky members of various local packs, you didn’t take much convincing. Chan was a good guy and a great laid-back leader, so you knew he didn’t offer this with any ulterior motive in mind. You’d have probably joined his pack even faster if not for one thing – it was full of men. And although you had no issues with young wolves with manners, being the only female wolf in the pack sounded questionable.

This made your mind blow up with questions and assumptions. What if they start harassing you as well? Chan would probably not allow that. What if they get overly possessive over you? You would probably not allow that either. What if you cannot handle living in the same space as them without any privacy? Well, you could always move back out… With the alpha’s permission.

Regardless of your reservations, Chan seemed relentless in his attempts to lure you in. You weren’t too surprised by that. There was a bond that alphas shared with their pack members. Whenever you meet your alpha, you feel like you are on the same wavelength. Some alphas are so in-tune with their current or potential packmates that they can even sense it when they meet their future mate. They do not know whose mate it is necessarily, but they can sense that it might be one. Not every alpha is capable of that though, although most of them can at least tell whether you are a good fit for their pack or not. Chan was quick to pass his judgement and inform you with all sincerity that you definitely belonged with his pack and had to trust his gut on this.

So, you did.

And you were completely stunned with the way it had turned out. You were guarded and cautious when you first joined. But the guys were actually so friendly and so welcoming that you felt at home mere days later. It was like they were your little brothers, whom you’d been living with your entire life. Sure, they were a bit awkward with you at first, but after the adaptation period was over, you were all set with your new family.

They took care of you, and you cared for them as well. You helped Minho and Yongbok cook dinner, bought art supplies for Hyunjin, scolded Changbin whenever he was too harsh on Han and helped them make up, looked after the maknaes and made sure they were not getting into trouble. You were also giving Chan a piece of your mind whenever he pulled all-nighters, too busy with his work, and then snapped at his poor pack members for interacting with him at the wrong time. At some point you managed to have him come back to his senses and remember to get at least 5 hours of sleep every night to prevent himself from turning into a wild beast.

Everything was going great until last week, when you finally noticed that the mood swings that bothered you for a few months now, were actually getting worse. You blamed it on the insomnia that you’d been suffering from lately. After all, you’d seen Chan becoming overly sensitive to everything after being sleep-deprived, but you had no idea what was making you so stressed. You had no issues within the pack, and your life outside was also pretty solid too. Now that you had your brothers around, no one was brave enough to walk up to you and challenge your bodily integrity unless they wanted to compromise their own. Despite you being older, your brothers took your protection seriously. When you joining the pack was not that widely known, there had been a few incidents that lead to physical altercations. And despite thinking that being told to sit down and let the boys handle this shit would make you angry, you actually felt giddy instead. They didn’t belittle your abilities in any way, but each and every one of them was the first in line to protect your honor. You appreciated their brotherly love towards you more than you’d care to admit. So much so, that you didn’t say anything to them, when their extensive protection made most wolves steer clear of you whenever they met you out and about.

And even as your behavior started to shift lately, they quickly picked up on that too. Yongbok and Changbin kept asking you if anything had happened. Minho made your favorite spicy pasta, which almost no one could handle apart from you two, and maybe Jeongin as well. Seungmin and Han tried to make you laugh with their silly antics. And yet, your bad mood did not lift for long.

Today you stayed home with Hyunjin, and he asked if you wanted to get some fresh air and join him on his way to a new art exhibition at the gallery downtown. You latched onto this opportunity to shake the dust off of yourself and maybe alter your mood with the help of this public outing, hoping that it might bring you some welcomed attention. With that in mind, you’d put a little too much effort into dressing up, which you realized only when your companion gave you a puzzled onceover. But when you asked if you looked inappropriate, he shook his head. Hyunjin wasn’t a man of many words most of the time, he only became talkative whenever he was drunk or simply in the mood for long chats. After a short ‘you look beautiful’ that made you feel a ping of this confusing emotional response inside you, he motioned for you to follow him outside.

However, after a few hours strutting from one installation to another in your incredibly unreasonable high heels, you became tired and capricious. To the point when you almost cried when Hyunjin sat you down on the bench outside one of the exhibition halls and disappeared for a few minutes, only to return with a pair of flat slippers. You whined that there was no way you would be seen next to him looking this ugly, and he hummed, crouching down in front of you and removing your shoes at once. He rummaged through his Versace bag and got a band-aid out, plastering it over an aching spot on your foot. While you were watching him, barely containing a shiver from the tickle of his breathing over your knee, he carefully inserted your feet into the slippers and grabbed your shoes in one hand, offering you to hold onto his arm. When you stood up, he couldn’t help but crack a dimpled smile, patting your head affectionately. After walking around in your insane high heels for hours, you now acutely felt how small you were next to him. It was a thought that made you flustered for no reason, so you frowned and made your way to the elevator, trying to seem like you were in a hurry to get back home.

A car ride home was unbearable. Your feelings were all over the place again. One moment you were grateful to Hyunjin for his attentiveness, the other you were mad at him for acting like your partner when he clearly wasn’t, and a second later you would be on the verge of crying for having no prospects of finding one either. Having no mate at your age was bothering you so much more than it should’ve, and at some point you managed to convince yourself that you didn’t care if you missed him earlier in life. Shit happens, you thought. Not everyone spent their lives with their mates, and even if you didn’t want to settle for less, at some point you might have to. And while considering this dreadful future, you had even decided that you would start going out with humans later. Dating a wolf who could very well meet their mate months or years down the line and becoming tossed to the side would be a traumatizing experience, so you vowed to avoid it at all costs. Even if your love life would be frowned upon by most other wolves, who did not consider humans to be valid partners.

These thoughts did not add positivity to your attitude, and by the time you came home, your mood was so sour that you barely acknowledged Jeongin in the living room, heading straight to the bathroom on your floor. You threw your clothes around as you got them off and removed your jewelry. Even wiping your makeup off was a chore that made you angry, so you stepped into the water almost boiling with frustration.

Taking an entire hour to finish your routine, you relocated to your room, throwing your pajamas on before crawling under the blanket. It was way too early to go to bed, but you hated the idea of being outside of your room when you had no grip on your emotions whatsoever. Snapping at your brothers, who were innocent in the matter, was not an option you were willing to explore. And it was not their fault that these thoughts and feelings suddenly came over you at random. So you stayed in, huffing and puffing for at least another half an hour, until you were interrupted by a knock on your door.

‘Can I come in?’ You heard Hyunjin ask from the other side of the door.

You didn’t want him to, but you also didn’t want to turn him away.

‘Come in.’

He slowly opened it, peeking inside before seeping fully into your room. His head cocked to the side as he took in your state.

‘Are you feeling well?’ He asked, approaching you carefully.

You shrugged, mumbling that you were fine. His nose twitched as he clearly checked if anything would be given away by your scent.

‘Are you sure?’ He asked, taking a seat on your bed.

It wasn’t unusual, the closeness he allowed himself, yet it made you even more unstable than you were before.

‘I don’t know, Jinnie.’ You whined, kicking the blanket up with one foot. ‘I’m a mess.’

He furrowed his thick dark eyebrows.

‘What do you mean?’

You pouted, feeling the frustration rise again.

‘I don’t know…’ You repeated, sounding like you were about to cry now.

On a whim, you scooted closer to him and threw yourself forward to hug him. Overcoming the initial shock, Hyunjin reciprocated with a tight embrace. His hands were gently patting your back, and it seemed like he had nothing against the physical contact.

‘I’m sorry,’ you muttered into his collarbone and tried to pry yourself away from him. ‘I know you don’t like skinship that much-’

‘Don’t worry about that, noona.’ He cut you off, dragging you back into himself.

You sat like that for a few minutes, and you calmed down a little, too focused on his heartbeat under your ear. There was also something else that you’d noticed.

‘Jinnie,’ you inhaled deeply. ‘You smell… nice.’

He froze, still holding you in his arms, and his Adam’s apple bobbing indicated that he was in a state of utter disarray.

‘What do you-’

The door into your room flew open, and Jeongin invited himself in.

‘Why are you making a cuddle nest without me? You know I am the best candidate to make you feel better, noona!’

He jumped on the bed, making you huff in amusement.

‘See? You’re already smiling.’ He wrapped his arms around your bicep and continued. ‘Let go of this hyung, I am all you need.’

Hyunjin raised his eyebrow, likely feeling competitive after this comment.

And for the next ten minutes, they were busy fighting for your attention.

‘It must’ve been you,’ Jeongin nagged at the older wolf. ‘She spent the whole day with you and came back angry. I am pretty sure…’

‘It’s not. I’ve been in a weird mood lately, that’s all.’

‘Oh?’ He perked up from your thigh, where he’d been resting his head. ‘Weird how? Don’t tell me-’

‘What?’ You and Hyunjin asked in unison.

‘Are you like… frustrated?’

‘I am,’ you nodded, misunderstanding his question.

‘You know what I mean? Like… sexually?’

At this, you opened your mouth, completely offended by the suggestion.

‘What the hell?’ You shoved him in the shoulder, trying to get him off of your thigh.

‘No, but that would be so great,’ he told you despite the commotion. ‘Because it’s not that hard to solve.’

‘Yeah right.’ You grumbled, making both wolves look at you. ‘What? I am not admitting to anything!’

‘You don’t have to, my face is inches away from the only thing about you that is truthful right now,’ the youngest noted without a care.

Hissing, you shoved him off, pulling the blanket over your knees again.

‘What? It’s only the truth.’ He rolled his eyes at your reaction. ‘Just get someone to fuck you and you’ll be alright.’

You sighed.

‘Yeah, ‘cause that’s so easy.’

Jeongin sat up.

‘What do you mean? If it’s not easy for you, who’s it easy for?’

‘Someone who doesn’t have a few wolf brothers to rip into anyone looking their way?’

‘We only rip into assholes who bother you,’ Hyunjin interjected.

‘Right. And the non-assholes watch that and think, ‘oh great, I’d love to hit that after they’re done with the other guy’. Sure.’

‘If they think like that they don’t need to be hitting that anyway.’ He replied curtly, and you pouted again.

‘Remind me again why you were surprised I cannot get laid?’

‘You shouldn’t give yourself over to guys like that, noona.’ Hyunjin pressed.

‘Agreed. You could always ask someone else for help. Like, I’d definitely help the hell out of you right now,’ Jeongin said, reaching your thigh with his hand and squeezing it.

‘Then you better do that, because I am already planning to get a tinder account and grab me some human!’ You suddenly confessed, startling both of the wolves.

‘You’re- what??’ Hyunjin gasped in your ear.

‘I didn’t think you were actually that desperate, noona…’ Jeongin muttered, licking his lips. ‘But I can deliver on my offer, if you really mean it.’

You swallowed under the scrutiny of the two pairs of eyes, and leaned back into Hyunjin, suddenly feeling weak from the stress of it. In any other state you might’ve been able to think it through and decline. But right now you suddenly had no care for the consequences of your actions.

‘Do it.’ You exhaled, watching the youngest wolf purse his lips to contain his excitement.

Before you allowed yourself to think about the current chain of events, you grabbed Hyunjin’s arms and wrapped them tighter around your frame. For some reason, you didn’t want him to go either.

‘Are you sure about this?’ He asked in your ear, and you shivered from his hot breath.

You turned to give him a reassuring nod.

‘It’s easy to give into temptation when you’re vulnerable. We can’t take advantage of that,’ he continued, brushing a strand of your hair to the side.

You felt overwhelmed by his comment, but then the youngest inserted himself into this exchange.

‘Are you that scared of Chan?’ He chuckled.

‘Chan? What does he have to do with anything?’ You asked in confusion, while they were throwing daggers at each other with their eyes.

‘Because hyung told us in graphic terms that he’d rip our faces off if we tried to coerce you into something like that.’

‘What the hell??’

‘My thoughts exactly. I think you’re the one coercing me into getting down for you, noona,’ he smiled, playing with the hem of your pajama shorts.

‘Why would he say that though?’ You asked Hyunjin this time.

‘I don’t know. I guess he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable around us?’

That made sense, sort of. But you weren’t sure if that was simply due to your reluctance about joining an all-male pack, or if there was something else going on. Jeongin’s hand dipping between your thighs disrupted your already flailing thought process.

Hyunjin growled lowly, warning him, and he looked at you for approval.

‘Take them off,’ you told him, and he smiled, tugging your shorts off immediately.

‘Noona…’ Hyunjin protested hoarsely, but you squeezed his forearm.

‘I am the one initiating this. Forget whatever Chan told you.’

‘It’s not about what-’

‘I want you here. Do you want to stay?’ You asked him, and his grip on you tightened, as if you could kick him out for real.

‘Yes.’

‘Then stop nagging. And kiss me.’

He looked down at your mouth and swallowed, leaning in.

‘Shit noona, you are soaked…’ The youngest distracted both of you with his eagerness. ‘Do you always wear such skimpy underwear at home? I could fuck you without taking it off.’

Before you answered, he pulled the item of clothing to the side and ran two fingers between your wet folds. Without wasting anymore time for chitchat, he leaned in, attaching his lips to your pussy.

‘Ah fuck!’ You jolted, steadied by the arms around you.

In fact, Hyunjin’s iron hold made it even more egregious.

Jeongin made it known that he was enjoying himself, humming into you as he licked and sucked your sensitive flesh. You could feel his spit drip down to your hole, and clenched around nothing, clawing at Hyunjin’s forearm.

‘Innie, shit…’ You cursed, looking down at his fluffy head between your legs.

He seemed pleased by the feedback he was receiving, so he started alternating between various techniques. When he switched to quick sharp licks up your slit, you started shaking.

You threw your head back, bumping into Hyunjin’s shoulder. He was still tense, and you turned your head to inhale his familiar scent that calmed you down before.

‘Jinnie, please touch me,’ you begged, trying to move one of his hands onto your breast.

His nose brushed against yours, and you felt his plush lips connect with the corner of your mouth. Grabbing him by the hair on the back of his head, you pushed him closer. He growled, mouth crashing on yours, and slipped his tongue inside it aggressively. When you felt his hand sneak under your pajama top to grab your boob, you whimpered loudly. His other hand pressed down on your belly, and Jeongin suddenly flicked your clit with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth harshly.

You cried out, trembling in Hyunjin’s grasp. You were too sensitive to withstand such an attack.

‘Innie, don’t stop- I’m-’ You sobbed, grabbing onto Hyunjin’s hand over your breast. ‘I’m cumming-’

The older one bit onto your ear gently before giving it a short lick, and your eyes rolled back into your head. Jeongin was still assaulting your nub, and your long animalistic wail was probably heard outside.

You were still breathless when you felt someone lift your hips, removing your underwear.

‘Give her a break,’ you heard Hyunjin say sternly.

You squeezed his bicep, causing him to divert his attention.

‘Don’t,’ you shook your head weakly. ‘I want to.’

Just a moment later, you felt Jeongin prod at your entrance. You whined as he inserted himself into you, barely having enough time to adjust before he began rutting into you.

‘Fuck, noona… You have a- a perfect pussy,’ he noted, sounding strained. ‘Ah shit-’

Despite being just a year apart with Hyunjin, Innie was still quite young and impressionable. You could tell how overly excited and aroused he got from going down on you, and you felt it in his abrupt thrusts that he was not going to last at all. But you didn’t mind.

You panted, the aftershocks of your previous release rekindling by the continuous slapping of skin against your pussy, and Jeongin began fucking you even harder.

But at this point you got too distracted by the heavy breathing in your ear. Hyunjin wasn’t even the one inside you, and yet, he was still the one making you go insane. You wanted to cry from his proximity, because he was close but still not close enough.

You squeezed his thigh and moved your palm to the side, finding his long, hard cock.

‘Jinnie…’ You mumbled, frantically shoving your hand down his pants.

His hips jerked forward as you grabbed his thick flesh.

You desperately, desperately wanted him inside. And he knew.

‘Don’t cum inside her,’ he told the younger one, who was definitely close to his orgasm, and shoved him with his foot.

You felt him slip out, cursing his hyung, who quickly flipped you around. Jeongin tugged your hips up to put you on all fours, and shoved himself inside you again. Your face was pressed to Hyunjin’s flexing abs while he fucked you from behind feverishly. With all the thoughts vanishing from your dazed brain, you resorted to kissing and licking the skin over his taut stomach and using your nails to leave shallow marks as he stroked your head slowly. The maknae’s fingers dug deeper into the supple flesh of your thighs as he came to the verge of his release.

‘Did you hear what I said?’ Hyunjin suddenly growled, loud and clear this time. ‘Get your ass over there and watch.’

Your skin was all covered in goosebumps from the commanding tone of his voice. You wanted him to use it on you as well, just so that you could defy him. Fuck around and find out.

But Jeongin was a good boy, so he did as he was told. As soon as he slipped out, you got pulled up the bed again. Hyunjin put almost his entire weight onto your back, making your elbows and knees give out. That seemed to be exactly what he wanted, and his dick slipped into your tight hole easily while you were lying flat on the bed. You moaned as his body moved in a wave-like motion, merging with yours completely. It wasn’t clear whether Hyunjin was that much bigger than Jeongin, or it was the position adding to it, but you felt so full that it made your pussy quiver helplessly.

‘Please, Jinnie…’ You whined, as his hips continued to snap forward. ‘Make me cum…’

He quickly pulled out, rolling you over like a ragdoll, and folded you in half, continuing to pound you into the mattress. You heard Jeongin moan from his spot on the chair, where he was watching you from. But you were too engaged to even try and pay attention to him, although you were sure that he was jerking himself off right now.

Hyunjin was destroying your pussy with methodical slaps, and you felt your big orgasm build again. You were going to cum so hard, you just knew it.

‘Mhm, deeper…’ You pleaded, your vision blurring as he hit so deep that your pleasure was beginning to hurt.

‘Do you want- want me to- want my cum?’ He asked, not slowing down at all.

‘Fuck, Jinnie…’

You thrashed underneath him, causing him to let go of your legs, unfolding you, and lie on top of you. His pelvis snapped back-and-forth fluidly, and you made eye contact, catching his feral gaze that likely mirrored your own.

‘Fill me…’ You choked on your words. ‘Fuck, I want it- inside me-’

As your orgasm washed over your body, you completely lost it. All control over your actions slipped away from you, and you bit into his flesh that was closest to you, piercing his bicep with your teeth. You pulled back almost immediately, but before you could say anything, Hyunjin reciprocated, grabbing your arm and sinking his own teeth into your wrist.

With the added tinge of pain, you were still shaking violently when his cum flooded your insides. You wailed and screamed every time he thrusted, with his skin slapping against yours, until his cum started gushing out of you. When he stilled, you were on the verge of losing consciousness. The tightness in your hole kept you there, and you swallowed the salty taste of his blood, slowly realizing what just happened.

‘Dammit, hyung! You knotted her?’ You heard Jeongin come to his senses before you two.

‘Fuck off.’

Hyunjin didn’t sound like he’d let anyone mess with him right now, and it sent a tight pulse through your core. He watched Jeongin flee the room as he ran his tongue over his teeth, obviously aware of your body’s reactions to him. Licking his bloody red lips, he sobered himself up.

‘You fucking marked me,’ he told you, as if you didn’t already know.

‘I didn’t- didn’t mean to-’ You tried to justify breathlessly, fidgeting slightly. ‘It just felt so good that I…’

‘Stop talking. I can’t move, and you make me want to rip into you all over again.’

You pursed your lips as your pussy quivered around his rock hard knot once more, making your eyes tear up. Everything about him was sending you into overdrive, and you had no idea what to do with yourself. It suddenly dawned on you that this was exactly what you wanted this entire time, and you had no idea that it was making you frustrated. Not even realizing that your mate was right next door, quite literally. You could’ve had him months ago, but you were too preoccupied by other things in life like trying to build a family bond with your new pack to see what fell right into your lap, quite literally. The only wolf you needed.

‘J-Jinnie…’

His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he held his hips steady.

‘Baby. If you move even an inch-’ He sighed, pressing his forehead to yours. ‘If you cum again, it will only prolong this…’

��But I- I want to!’ You whined, wiggling your hips. ‘Please, it’s so big…’

‘No.’

‘Hyunjin!’

‘I said no.’

The authority in his voice made your toes curl.

‘Fuck,’ he growled, jerking forward involuntarily as he felt you fall apart again. ‘You’re not gonna stop until you get yourself pregnant, are you?’

You sobbed, unable to snatch yourself out of the excruciatingly long orgasm.

Hyunjin pressed as deep into you as he could, trying to hold you completely still, and the tip of his cock brushed against your cervix. At this point you simply blacked out from the intensity of the pleasure, regaining your perception of reality only when your partner’s girth finally began deflating in your overstimulated pussy.

‘Are you back?’ He asked, voice a bit gruff but not low and menacing anymore.

It made warmth spread out in your chest as you nodded.

‘Does anything hurt?’

You shook your head first, and then nodded after noticing his expression.

‘It must hurt. I told you not to move, baby.’ Although he was admonishing you, it didn’t stop him from pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. ‘Give me a couple more minutes and it’ll be done.’

‘Okay,’ you mumbled, not that eager to let him go – he was your newly found mate, after all.

But your fragile intimacy was crushed by the loud voices in the hallway.

‘What the fuck did I tell you all about doing shit like that to her? I don’t care who-’

Chan burst through the door, stopping in his tracks.

‘Are you still going at it?!’ He asked, not fazed by the fact that Hyunjin was naked and on top of you.

After he tugged the blanket up to cover your bodies fully and turned to face his alpha, Chan gasped.

‘Don’t tell me- it’s you, isn’t it?? She’s your mate, right?’ He sounded more excited than angry now. ‘I knew it! I told you that you absolutely had to join-’

‘Hyung,’ Hyunjin cleared his throat, not even trying to sound apologetic. ‘We’re otherwise preoccupied, as you might see.’

Thankfully, he couldn’t see under the covers, and your mate’s body also shielded yours from the other wolf’s eyes, but you were still dying of embarrassment.

‘Oh- right. Wait, are you locked- You know what, nevermind. Keep going. I mean, finish up. I mean-’

‘Oh gosh, Chanie hyung!’ Yongbok groaned, grabbing him by the wrist and tugging him into the hallway before shutting the door. ‘Let them be.’

As their voices became less and less distinguishable, Hyunjin looked into your eyes, seemingly reading your thoughts.

‘No, he’s never going to shut up about it,’ he replied before you asked. ‘But I’m still grateful that he convinced you to join the pack. Thank you for taking him up on his offer.’

His last words made him tense, thinking back to someone else you took up on his offer.

‘You’re going to snap Innie’s neck, aren’t you?’

‘You’re fucking right.’

‘Jinnie…’

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A/N: Ahhh, this hot mess of a trio... I hope you enjoyed this little fun ride! Please comment and reblog, I really appreciate your feedback💜 And as usual, my asks are open~

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seungfl0wer · 1 month ago

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*Daddy Chan*

Daddy Series:

Contains Smut:

A/N: I could have kept going with this and yes it’s already long. But like- Chans the definition of this series ok? 😂

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•He’s just in his element.

•If any of them have a daddy thing it’s 100% him.

•He treats you like a princess.

•Spoils the fuck out of you.

•Gets grumpy when you try and pay for anything because how dare you.

•He’s such a gentleman.

•You’ll never have to open your own doors.

•He enjoys taking long showers together and after

•He loves having you sit infront of him brushing your hair for you.

•Matching outfits, matching jewelry.

•He’s so easy to talk to too.

•If you’re having a bad day, you know you can just curl up with him and cry.

•He’s great at consoling you when anything happens.

•Holding you tightly to him as he reminds you about how amazing you are.

•He’s super clingy honestly.

•If you’re with him he’s always gotta be touching you in some way.

•Hand holding, Legs touching. Something.

•You keep him more grounded than you probably know.

•He finds almost anything you do super cute.

•Oh this man just gets all cheesy when you’re pouting. Finds it so fucking cute.

•Definitely doesn’t have a whole folder of songs for your birthday or anniversary.

•You’re literally like a fire to him and he’s the moth.

•It’s really hard to ever really really upset him.

•He’s pretty level headed.

•Most days if you’re being grumpy or cranky he’ll sit with you asking what’s the matter and how he can help.

•If you’re giving him attitude almost always he can make you stop with just that look.

•He has the habit of telling you way to sweetly “fix your attitude princess or I’ll have to fix it for you. Be good for daddy”

•He’s really to soft, but when he needs to be stern he does it in a way that still makes you feel so safe.

•He’s really just a safe space. You’ll never feel like your emotions are too much with him.

•He constantly will reassure you.

•He sends you such loving messages too, long paragraphs of why he loves you.

•Never not having a good morning or good night text. Even if you just got off the phone.

•It feels like taboo to him not too.

•He’s not a super jealous type, but he’s protective.

•He knows you love him so much, your eyes never leaving his.

•But how can he trust others when you’re just so cute.

•He’ll hover over you when you’re out sometimes. Like he’s waiting. Ready to attack anyone who dares upset him princess.

•Constantly hugs yous tightly burring himself into you saying “mine” cutely.

•He’s really just wrapped around your finger and he’s fine with that.

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•He has almost 2 personality’s.

•The super sweet loving one where he wants to take it so slow.

•He’ll eat you out for hours making sure you cum before you even fuck.

•He talks so much. He talks you through it 100%.

•He makes just as much noises as you do tbh.

•He’s a missionary lover for sure.

•Always wanting to see your pretty face. Plus how else is he gonna kiss you?

•He’s just so sensual and passionate.

•Other times he- can just lose himself.

•Stressful day? He’s having you on your knees while he face fucks you.

•He’s definitely into free use with you especially waking you up with head or his dick just slowly pushing into you.

•All with complete consent. He’ll never do anything without asking you prier and establishing boundaries.

•Has a safe word and does the color system.

•He can get ahead of himself sometimes. Losing it with you.

•Pushing your face into the bed fucking you like he hates you.

•Those beautiful hands of his leaving bright red hand prints on your ass.

•Or wrapped around your neck like a choker. He also really enjoys having you suck his fingers.

•Breeding kink. Breeding kink. Breeding kink.

•He’s also somehow so good at degrading you while making it sound so- sweet?

•”My dirty little princess, you’re soaked just from kissing?”

•He has one of those machines that can fuck you while he’s not home. And of course a custom made dildo that is a mold of his cock.

•Loves FaceTiming you while on tour guiding you through your orgasm.

•Always teases you and doesn’t let you cum at first. Not until you’re begging well enough.

•This man is also team remote vibe.

•He just thinks it’s so damn adorable watching you squirm while you’re out.

•He’s not much better though. He can’t keep his hands to himself.

•Could be having dinner out and he’s gonna be knuckles deep into your sopping hole till he can’t handle it.

•100%. Fucks you infront of mirrors. Not only so you can watch how well he fucks you.

•But so he can tell you things like “look how beautiful you are when you’re cumming around my cock”

•Like I said he’s definitely a talker so something’s he says are:

•”Daddy’s gonna fill you so full princess. I’m gonna fuck you till I know you’re pregnant.”

•”Don’t you run from me, I’m not done with you yet”

•”God it’s like you were made to take my cock princess.”

•”Daddy loves you, love you so fucking much.”

•And one of his favorites “you say you can’t take it anymore but you’re pretty hole is telling me she wants more”

•King of aftercare.

•On days he goes a little harder he’s making sure you know he loves you.

•He has you wrapped in his arms while he talks to you.

•Likes to sing to you to calm you down from intense orgasms.

•Warm baths with candles, and snacks.

•Kinda like Minho he puts one of his hoodies in the dryer for you.

•Making sure it smells like him before he wraps you in the warmth.

•You’re basically trapped for a while because he just wants to hold you.

•He really loves you and he wants to make sure you always know that.

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dwaekkicidal · 4 months ago

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👾 anon making a comeback!

what about 2min teaching another member who just got a gf how to fuck her properly? like, they have a toy or something for the other member to practice on while 2min demonstrates on reader?

i could imagine the other member thrusting into the toy wrongly and lee know just goes ‘nononono, like this’ and thrusts into reader for the nth time and overstims them.

while one of 2min is fucking reader, the other is trying to make reader stop being so loud and shoves their cock into readers mouth.

and to top it all off, since reader literally cannot stop convulsing theres a bit of collar play and 2min tugs on the collar when they need to and theyre unphased but reader is out here drooling all over themselves

im nasty, what can i say? 👾👾👾

oh my fucking god?? U ARE NASTY BUT THANK U FOR THIS

this is 1k words LMFAO oopsie..

something about them making the other member use a toy instead of their own girlfriend is so.... humiliation kink at its finest

like them saying something along the lines of "if you can't fuck her properly, you can't get her at all" and its not even their girlfriend to make such bold commands?? ugh

i can picture this being hard/mean dom! jeongin's awakening

so lets picture this. virgin!innie who hasnt even seen a vagina until the first time you two got intimate. and even then, the few times you two have been intimate only included mutual masturbation

so i bring you!! closeted mean dom 2min who offers their help to their poor maknae!

he goes to them first, expressing his worries about not performing well enough for his girlfriend- and about how he doesn't want to embarrass himself by not being able to pleasure you properly!

so he gets 2 of his favorite hyungs in his room seated on either side of you. their hands are all over you, from showing jeongin how to finger you properly, and describing to him how to curve his fingers the way you like it.

and how do they know he's performing well enough? well that would be all thanks to the fleshlight they bought him :)

its clear so they can see through it, watching his fingers every move. and he has such long, pretty fingers, so it would be such a shame if they went to waste? "thank god we're teaching him this too, right y/nnie?"

they make you cum twice on their fingers, one time each man so they can give their own two advice and show off their techniques. so can they really blame you for subconciously fighting back when seungmin slides his cock inside of you?

not really... but that wont stop minho from forcing both of your wrists into one of his. it also wont stop seungmin from thrusting even harder into you, quickly getting distracted with your tight cunt and forgetting the whole goal of the situation

he basically uses you as his own personal fleshlight until you both cum, jeongin cumming around the same time. you and jeongin are barely given a break before minho is pouncing with an order for the maknae to "get to it"

minho's a lot bigger and fucks into you faster and harder than seungmin, rolling his hips roughly and teaching jeongin to do the same. he sometimes even compares it to certain dance moves from their choreos and will slow his own thrusts to watch closely and make sure the maknae is moving correctly

once he's sure the boy has learned, minho's so rough with it that your eyes feel permanently rolled to the back of your head, his tip constantly pummeling into your sensitive walls.

it gets to the point where you cant control yourself when your nails start to rake down his arm! >< its just "too much!"

it makes him mad and he slaps your hand away, not wanting marks, only to be made even more upset when you push your hand against his lower stomach with begs for him to give you a break

but he has no plans to stop, not even after you've came yet again. and who are you to give him orders right now??? so he whistles for seungmin to help, and youre absolutely stunned when a piece of leather slides around your neck and gets buckled by the puppy man himself

he tosses the end of the leash to minho and helps him flip you over, manhandling you onto your hands and knees

at this point, jeongins completely zoned out. he's not nearly as overstimulated as you, but as his 2nd orgasm builds and as he's forced to watch some of his closest friends pound his dear girlfriend int his mattress, he feels like he's floating on another planet

so what happens when you're finally let go by seungmin and minho? what do you think happens when they leave your apartment, after teaching jeongin about aftercare, and you're left alone, still sensitive with your oddly quiet boyfriend?

not sleeping. thats for sure :) you're lucky he loves you and doesn't want to push your body too far, yet. so he'll only fuck you to orgasm once, but he's gonna be like a new man reborn, hips fucking into you faster than either of the men did earlier.

they didnt teach him this, but it comes all too naturally when he shoves his fingers into your mouth and pushes down against your tongue

the drool that drips down his wrist is almost enough to make him laugh, but the little semblance of jealousy in his veins tells him to do something more

he uses the spit on his fingers to pinch and massage one of your nipples, all while the other set of fingers are tangles in your hair and holds you flat against him.

he's so deep and your body has been through so much the last few hours that your own orgasm takes you by surprised, your legs shaking aggressively as your body convulses as best as it can with his iron grip on your head

& his mouth is so filthy as he uses you as his fleshlight- telling you that youre a little slut for enjoying the other men using you freely while he was forced to watch. he tells you how hes gonna use every last thing he saw you enjoy against you, from the leash & collar to the way your body was so happy at their rough hands on your- HIS pretty pussy

once hes finished he essentially redoes everything they did earlier for aftercare, adding in his own "spice" by running you a hot shower and kissing every inch of your body as he helps you wash off

he definitely gets hard again, but he'll deal with it himself while you sleep.

maybe if youre lucky, he'll wake you up with that pretty cock all up in your tummy again <3

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chancloud8 · 1 month ago

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Positive Surprise

Pairing: lee felix x reader

Word count: 1,3k

Tags: fluff, pregnancy

Summary: you and felix tell the boys there's a baby on the way

can be read as a standalone, but there's a part one where you find out you're pregnant; here

A week after your first ultrasound you invite the boys over for dinner and because it wasn’t unusual for you to do so, as they came over regularly to enjoy your cooking, no one suspected that something was up.

When Chan and Jeongin are the first to arrive, the table is already set, soft music is playing in the background and the smell of lasagne baking in the oven fills the house.

‘Something smells delicious,’ Chan says as he kisses your cheek in greeting. ‘Do you need any help?’

You shake your head and smile at him. ‘Nope, got it all covered Channie, go and relax.’

‘Is he sleeping?’ you whisper to Jeongin when Chan is out of ear shot. ‘He looks like he’s about to collapse.’

Jeongin sighs and pulls you in for a short hug. ‘Who knows.’

The arrival of Jisung and Minho distract you from worrying and you go through the greetings, hugs and declining help once more, ushering them towards the living room. You’ve just finished slicing up the bread and are putting the finishing touches on the salad when the last three arrive.

Once they’re all in the living room with a soda, you and Felix quickly set up the surprise you have for them. You take away the plates you already put on the table and replace them with boxes, each with a handwritten name card. You got yourself and Felix a box as well so it wouldn’t give away that the gift comes from you. Inside each box you put a personalized romper, a mug, a package of baby wipes, a package of blue and pink candies and a baby t-shirt with the Stray Kids logo.

‘You ready?’ you ask Felix when everything is in place.

You know the boys are going to be overjoyed, but nervous butterflies still fill your stomach when he nods. You interlace your fingers with his and lean up for a kiss.

‘BOYS,’ you yell. ‘Come her for a second.’

It doesn’t take long before they fill up the kitchen one by one, all of them looking curious. No one has noticed the table yet, so you just smile and point towards it.

‘Presents!!’ Jisung cheers, running around the table to find the one with his name.

Hyunjin and Jeongin follow his example, but none of them open the box yet, even though you can basically see their fingers itching to rip off the tape and look inside.

‘What’s this? Did one of our sponsors send us gifts?’ Chan asks.

You shrug and find the box with your name. ‘It got delivered this afternoon, I thought you set it up because we’re all here tonight,’ you lie, only feeling slightly guilty when you see Chan’s confused face.

‘Can we open it?’ Felix grins, playing along perfectly.

Everyone looks at Chan, and Felix winks at you. You smile back at him and bring your hands up to gently rub your belly. You weren’t showing yet, but according to the app on your phone the baby was already the size of a strawberry.

‘Okay, sure,’ Chan nods and as one everyone reaches for their box.

‘Huh?’ a surprised sound leaves Changbin’s mouth as he’s the first to rip apart the top of the box. ‘Did we get new merch?’

‘Oh this is adorable,’ Jeongin coos and he holds up the tiny t-shirt with the Stray Kids logo for everyone to see.

Gasps sound from every direction as they all agree how cute the tiny shirt is and it takes everything in you not to burst out in nervous giggles.

‘Wait,’ Seungmin yells out then.

Everyone stops to look at him and this time you do let out a giggle. Seungmin is holding the romper you had made for everyone. His says ‘My uncle is Seungmin from Stray Kids’ and there’s a little picture of his skzoo puppy underneath, looking up at the text. Everyone has one with their own name and animal.

‘What is it?’ Minho asks, not being able to see what’s on the romper.

‘Look at yours,’ Seungmin answers and then he looks at you with questioning eyes.

You giggle again and nod, spurring him into action. He drops the romper and runs around the table to envelop you in a hug just as the room bursts into chaos. There’s screaming and yelling and suddenly you're hugged and touched from all sides while question after question gets thrown at your head.

All you can do is laugh.

You laugh and laugh until you’re crying, hugging every one of the members close to you as they congratulate you. The boys feel like family to you and having them know that you and Felix have a baby on the way makes it even more real. It feels complete somehow.

When you notice Chan is crying you pull him close and cup his wet cheeks. ‘Why are you crying Channie?’

‘I’m just so happy for you guys,’ Chan sniffs, smiling through his tears. ‘We’re going to have a ninth member or actually, a tenth member.’

‘I’m not having twins,’ you grin up at him, wiping away his tears.

‘He means that you’re out ninth, silly,’ Changbin speaks up from behind you.

‘Yeah you’ve been for a while now. You’re family Y/N,’ Jeongin agrees.

‘And so will baby Lee be,’ Hyunjin adds.

‘You said so on the rompers, we’ll be their uncle,’ Minho nods.

‘The mugs say so too,’ Jisung says, holding up his mug with ‘Promoted to Uncle’ printed on the side.

‘I think Chan’s should have said Grandpa instead of Uncle,’ Seungmin grins, shoving Chan’s shoulder.

Everyone laughs at that, but you can’t help but cry along with Chan again. The love you feel from these guys is something you’ve never experienced before meeting them. You truly feel a part of their family, their bond.

Felix gently pulls you into his arms and presses a kiss on top of your head.

‘I love you guys so much,’ you cry, reaching out for the others with one hand while the other grasps onto Felix his hoodie to keep him close.

‘We love you too, Y/N,’ Minho says, taking a hold of your fingers.

All the others grab onto your hand, wrist and arm as well and for a while you just stand there, surrounded by your boys. Your family.

‘This baby is going to be so loved,’ you whisper, leaning your head against Felix's chest.

‘They already are, Angel,’ Felix smiles, kissing your temple again.

The boys all nod and hum in agreement.

‘Can I touch your belly?’ Hyunjin asks then, his voice soft and unsure as if he’s not sure he’s allowed to ask such a thing.

You giggle. ‘I’m not showing yet, Jinnie, and the baby isn’t kicking yet either. It’s too early.’

‘Oh,’ Hyunjin looks down, clearly disappointed.

‘How about this,’ you say, immediately missing his smile. ‘You’ll be the first, after Lix obviously, to know when he or she does start kicking and then you can touch my belly all you want.’

Felix huffs behind you. ‘Not all he wants, only whenever you're comfortable.’

‘He knows that,’ you say, rolling your eyes. ‘Right, Jinjin?’

Hyunjin nods, the smile back on his face.

‘What about us?’ Chan pouts. ‘We want to feel the baby kick too.’

‘And you can,’ you laugh. ‘As long as all of you will get me whatever I’m craving during this pregnancy.’

Jisung drops down on one knee, his hand still holding onto your wrist. ‘At your service my lady.’

One by one they all follow his lead, even Felix and you know then, that whatever happens, you and your little bean will be okay and loved.

a/n: there was high demand for a part 2 where they told the boys hehe so I hope you enjoyed this <3

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wendyyyyyyyy · 19 days ago

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"Jealous of himself"

Pairing : I.N x fe! reader (established relationship)

Synopsis : You were fangirling over his magazine photoshoot shots only for him to ridiculously get jealous of himself because you were not paying attention to the real him.

Warning : Just pure fluff. No warning at all.

Enjoy!

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Jeongin was sitting right next to you. Right there.

And yet, you weren’t paying him a single ounce of attention.

No, because in your hands was a magazine—a magazine that contained his latest photoshoot, and you were currently losing your mind over it.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, clutching the magazine dramatically. “Who allowed this?! This should be illegal!”

Jeongin glanced at you, completely confused. “Uh… what should be illegal?”

You ignored him, flipping to the next page. “This entire photoshoot! Are you serious?! How do you even exist looking like this?”

He blinked. “Babe, I’m… literally sitting right next to you?”

You held up the magazine in front of his face. “No, because look at this! Are you seeing what I’m seeing? The jawline? The smirk? The eyebrows? WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT?”

Jeongin scoffed, pulling the magazine down so he could see your face. “I gave me the right? Because, you know, that’s me?”

You ignored him again, flipping to another page. “Oh my god, you’re actually unreal. This belongs in an art museum. No—he belongs in an art museum.”

A beat of silence.

Then Jeongin squinted at you. “…Did you just refer to me as if I’m a different person?”

You waved him off, eyes still glued to the pictures. “Magazine Jeongin just hits different.”

Jeongin let out an incredulous laugh. “I—EXCUSE ME?”

You kept flipping pages, completely entranced. Meanwhile, Jeongin sat there, watching you in absolute disbelief, arms crossed, lips slightly parted like you had just personally offended him.

“I can’t believe this,” he muttered under his breath. “I’m sitting RIGHT HERE, but somehow I’m getting ignored in favor of… me?”

You hummed, barely registering his words. “Ugh, I just love him so much.”

Jeongin gasped. “OH, SO YOU LOVE HIM?”

You finally looked up, blinking at him. “Uh… yeah?”

His jaw dropped. “THE HIM IN THE MAGAZINE?!”

You had to press your lips together to keep from laughing. “I mean… look at him. He’s—”

“Nope.” Jeongin stood up dramatically, shaking his head. “I refuse. I REFUSE to be jealous of MYSELF.”

You finally lost it, bursting into laughter so hard you almost dropped the magazine. “Jeongin, babe, are you seriously mad right now?”

“Yes!” he huffed, crossing his arms. “Because my own girlfriend is simping for a printed version of me while ignoring the real me sitting right next to her! This is actual insanity.”

You wiped away tears from laughing so hard. “Oh, baby, are you pouting right now?”

“I am not pouting.” He was definitely pouting. His cheeks were puffed out slightly, lips pursed, eyes narrowed at you like you had personally betrayed him.

“Aw, my baby’s jealous,” you teased, setting the magazine down and reaching for him.

Jeongin took a step back, dodging your hands. “No. Go cuddle your precious magazine Jeongin.”

You gasped dramatically. “You don’t want my love anymore?”

“I do, but apparently I have competition,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “And the worst part? The competition is ME.”

That sent you into another fit of laughter. “Do you hear how ridiculous you sound?”

He huffed, still acting offended, but you could see the corners of his lips twitching. He was trying so hard not to laugh, but his own jealousy was just too funny to stay mad.

Deciding to push his buttons further, you sighed dreamily. “Honestly… I think I should frame this.” You picked up the magazine again, flipping to your favorite picture of him. “Maybe put it on my nightstand so I can look at him every night before I sleep.”

“Oh, that’s it,” Jeongin groaned, snatching the magazine right out of your hands.

“HEY—”

“You’ve lost magazine privileges,” he announced, holding it above his head where you couldn’t reach.

You whined, trying to grab it back. “Give it back!”

“Nope. You can have me instead.”

You paused, blinking at him. “Wait… so you want me to simp over you in real life?”

He smirked, tucking the magazine under his arm. “Obviously. If you’re gonna drool over me, at least let me see it in person.”

You rolled your eyes, finally giving in and wrapping your arms around his waist. “You’re so dumb.”

“And yet, you love me,” he sang, letting the magazine drop onto the couch so he could pull you closer.

“Unfortunately.”

He gasped. “Unfortunately? Wow. Maybe I should let magazine Jeongin have you then—”

You shut him up with a kiss, effectively wiping the smirk off his face. When you pulled away, he was looking at you, slightly dazed, but with the biggest grin.

“Okay, fine. Real-life Jeongin wins.” you teased, poking his cheek. “Now, go get my magazine.”

“Absolutely not.”

And just like that, your ridiculous boyfriend won the dumbest battle of jealousy in history.

......

Happy belated birthday to our maknae on top 🎂

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torialefay · 9 months ago

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can't get this out of my mind, so here we go 🔞

✨ who in skz has the best pullout game, rated from best to worst:

best

changbin: bin is quite literally the most respectful boy ever. even if he's super into it, he makes sure to never go too far. he doesn't want to risk doing anything that would put you in a hard position. when he feels it coming on, he gets one more pump inside you and then he's out.

jeongin: innie has really been pushing that testosterone lately, but he's not stupid... and he is a little scared. he knows his limits & he's lowkey (highkey) terrified he'll accidentally get you pregnant without even ejaculating, so yeah, he out.

chan: channie WANTS to cum inside you, don't get me wrong. but he still always asks you in the moment... "where do you want it?" he asks hurriedly, pounding into you harshly and knowing he's about to go over the edge... honestly, his pullout game is kind of a close call most of the time, but he always manages to make it out right before cumming all over your stomach <3

minho: like chan, he REALLY wants to cum inside. he likes that power trip. but at the same time, i feel like he does also have a bigger sense of "responsibility" and probably feels like he will be fucked if there's a mini hellion version of him running around. he's pulling out... mostly bc he wants to see it all over the harsh red marks he left on your ass but still.

seungmin: seungmin just kinda doesn't give a fuck tbh, so i can't really rate him and have to put him in the middle. you know to expect that whatever he's in the mood for is probably what's gonna happen (unless you're 100% unprotected ofc). i promise you if you are either on birth control or doing aney, he will not give two shits where he busts. whatever happens happens 🤷🏻‍♀️ BUT when he needs to cum outside of you, he's good to get it out.

felix: lixie tends to just get carried away and lost in his own lil head. once he starts feeling good, he gets so into it that it doesn't even register til the last second that he needs to get out of you. he's gonna be there moaning, about to get that nut and you've gotta hit him a little to snap him out of it. once his mind catches up, he gasps a little before ripping that shit out.

han: han's pullout game is shit. period. once that rush hits him, he cums sooo quick. like he only has a couple of seconds before he's busting. even if he's trying to pull out, he gets like half way there and then he's all like "oh fu-u-uck" bc he can't stop it <3 then he's gotta apologize. every single time.

hyunjin: pullout game is basically nonexistent, but he chooses it to be that way honestly. he gets so lost in the moment that absolutely nothing can stop him from cumming inside you. he will quite literally wrap your legs around him and sink down even deeper inside of you every time bc aint no way in helllll he's pulling out at the most delicious part. he needs it to be an all-consuming experience

worst

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i-dared-myself · 2 months ago

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Cuddle Fort

Stray Kids x reader

In which an exhausted Chan and an exhausted reader take a much needed nap

Chan knows you get tired often, which is why it is no surprise to him when during a particularly long practise, you keep stumbling over your own feet. You are usually better than this, but practise had been gruesome yesterday as well.

“Water break,” Chan calls before walking to his bottle. It’s next to the wall of mirrors, so he can still have a view of the others while drinking.

Chan hears Jeongin murmuring to you before you say something in response, laughing quietly. He ignores the sounds as he tips his head back to drink his water.

“Hey, did you finish the mix yet?” Changbin asks as he approaches. His baggy hoodie bunches around his forearms.

Chan sighs and nods. “I stayed up all night on it, but I finally have it ready to submit.”

He sees you in the reflection, sitting in the corner. You prop yourself up against the wall as Felix speaks with you.

“Again?” Changbin says, voice tinged with disapproval. “When are you going to have a healthy sleep schedule?”

Chan shrugs and smiles brightly. “One day.”

“Go take a break.” Changbin adjusts his sleeve to push it up further. “You have bags under your eyes again.”

Chan lifts a hand up to his face. “Ah, nothing a little makeup can’t hide.”

Changbin scowls slightly, but walks away nonetheless. Chan glances at the mirror to notice your eyes shut and breathing heavy. Felix crouches next to you and meets Chan’s gaze with a tiny nod of his head.

“Alright.” Chan presses a button to cut the music on the speakers. He keeps his voice low as to not wake you. “Practise is over. I’ll stay with them until they wakes up.”

Felix crosses his arms. “I was gonna call it. It’s my turn!”

Chan frowns. When was just sitting with you so exciting?

“Nuh-uh.” Hyunjin juts his hip out to the side. “Dibs.”

Felix splutters. “What- No! That’s not how this works!”

Chan massages his forehead. He can feel a headache coming on.

Jisung raises his hand. “Can I do it?”

“No!” Seungmin sharply says. “You did it last time!”

“You’re gonna wake them!” Minho hisses and smacks Seungmin’s arm. Seungmin flinches back before glowering at Minho.

“They look so peaceful when they sleep,” Jeongin remarks. He watches you for a moment before turning to Chan. “I wanna stay, pretty please?”

Changbin cleared his throat. “You’re all fighting like children. I’ll stay.”

“No way!” Felix protests loudly. “I-“

“What’s going on?” you blearily ask as you rub your eyes. You blink up at them in confusion.

“Practise is over,” Chan tells you before any of the others can speak. “You ready to go?”

“Oh! Is it move night?” You scramble to get your bag as everyone files out the door.

“Sure,” Chan agrees, even though he had been planning to work more.

Why did he say yes? Was it because of the way your face lights up at his words? Was it due to how your hands clapped together in joy?

So everyone files out the door together and you somehow fall asleep in the car. Chan has no idea how you do it, considering the others are all bickering, but you do it.

“Quiet!” Chan calls from the driver’s seat. His grip on the wheel tightens. “They’re sleeping again!”

Hyunjin’s mouth falls open. “Again? I still think they should go to a doctor.”

“I think they’re drooling on you,” Jisung points out. He motions to Hyunjin’s shoulder, where your head was resting.

“Ew! Ugh!” Hyunjin curls inward, gagging. “Get them off!”

Jisung snorts and turns the other way. “Nah.”

Seungmin stretches out in the seat next to Chan. “Don’t wake them up, or Minho will air fry you.”

“Better believe it,” Minho mutters from the backseats.

Hyunjin pats your head comfortingly, barely hiding his disdain. “See? We get along. I like them.”

“Is movie night cancelled?” Jisung whines. He groans and crosses his arms. “I wanted to watch something!”

“You can still watch something by yourself,” Chan reminds him. “Seungmin, text whoever’s not driving in the other car and tell them movie night is off.”

“Sure.” Seungmin pulls out his phone. “Are we taking them back to the dorms or driving around to not wake them up?”

Chan glances back at the others. “Any thoughts?”

“I need to pee,” Hyunjin says.

“We’re going to the dorms,” Chan tells Seungmin. “We’ll meet the others there.”

When they arrive, Chan carefully unbuckles you before carrying you inside. Jeongin runs ahead, opening doors, while Felix just follows.

Chan moves to lay you down on your bed, but you cling to him like a koala. He gives a hopeful look to Felix, who merely shrugs.

“You gonna nap with them?” Jeongin slyly smiles.

Chan gets flustered and straightens. You’re still hanging off of him with a frankly impressive grip strength. “What? No! I’m not even tired.”

“Fine. I will!” Jeongin volunteers cheerily before throwing himself into your bed. He spreads his arms out. “Give them to me.”

Chan wraps his arms around you tighter. “They said we could cuddle them if they fall asleep, but…”

“I want to, too!” Felix protests from the doorway.

Changbin skids to a halt, having been walking by. “Wait, it’s cuddle time?”

Chan sighs and turns around. “Being everyone to the living room.”

Felix pumps his fist before sprinting away. Jeongin hurries after him, while Changbin stays by Chan’s side.

By the time they reach the living, a huge blanket fort has been created. Hyunjin makes grabby hands at you from his spot.

Chan rolls his eyes, but gently puts you down. You stir slightly, head lolling to the side. You snuggle further into Hyunjin, who grins widely.

“I want some of that,” Seungmin declares before claiming your other side. He tosses a leg over yours to pull you closer.

Chan perches himself on the edge of all the blankets and pillows, waiting to find a place after everyone else was settled. Felix surprises him by dragging him closer to you.

“It’s your turn to have the good snuggles,” Felix tells him. He pats Chan’s shoulder.

Chan hesitantly places his head in your lap, tense and unsure. In all the times he’s done this, he always was at the edge. It was easier to slip away to work.

You peek an eye open, staring down at Chan. You make a little sound from the back of your throat and reach down to run a hand through his hair.

“Shh,” Jisung shushes you. “You can sleep if you want.”

Your eyes flutter shut easily, chest rising and falling slowly. Chan swallows before letting his own eyes close, comforted by the warmth of the other members settling around him.

Maybe a short nap wouldn’t hurt.

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moonchild9350 · 2 months ago

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You Can Have Your Cake and Eat It Too

summary: your friends tell you about a brothel that resides in your city, a place to live out your deepest desires.

pairing: sex worker Jeongin x fab!reader

genre: smut-18+ MDNI

word count: 3.0k

warnings: takes place in a brothel so sex work, munch innie lol, overstimulation, edging, pussy job, protected (do) and unprotected sex (don't), removal of condom, creampie, squirting, soft dom reader, soft? sub innie, cum tasting, dirty talk, messy sex lol, brief mention of blood, vocal innie hehe

notes: Innie just looks so innocent in these pics idk just had to write something haha. i hope you like it! (lightly edited)

if you enjoyed, please reblog, comment, and like ♡

please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permissions. ©moonchild9350 (2025)

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It was the weekend, another exhausting week over and done with. You knew you wanted to unwind this weekend and after talking with your friend, you knew just the activity that would help you relax.

Your friend told you about a brothel in town, filled with men who are waiting to fulfill your every desire, no matter what it is. You were curious about the experience, never having been to one, so you decided to sign up right away.

You loved picking out your prey for the night, explaining what you wanted and how. As the time got closer to your reservation, you decided to get ready, as you bought the perfect outfit.

You slipped on your lingerie, the red a striking color on your skin tone, followed by your mini dress. It hung perfectly on your thighs, your curves accentuated and your breasts perched beautifully showing just enough cleavage. You slipped on your heels and eyed yourself in the mirror, more than satisfied with your look. Grabbing your bag, you made your way to the door, as your ride had just pulled up to your house.

The brothel offered its own transportation, allowing you to arrive in style, and who were you to deny the opportunity to be chauffeured. A sleek, black car awaited you, the driver waiting by the backdoor ready to escort you into the vehicle. You accepted his help and slid in. He closed the door and got back into the drivers seat, putting the car in drive and pulling away from your home.

The ride was short, as the brothel was just downtown, nestled in between two office buildings. To the ordinary passerby, they’d never guess what was going on between the walls of what seemed like another regular office building. You walked over to the receptionist, giving her your name.

Only a second more and her face lit up as she located your reservation.

“You are booked with Jeongin, correct?” She asked, her eyes scanning the computer screen before looking at you for confirmation.

“That’s correct,” you said, giving her a smile.

She nodded her head once and then went back to eyeing the computer screen, her nails click clacking occasionally on the keyboard as she finished checking you in.

After a few moments more she looked up and said, “you’re all set. Jeongin is waiting for you in room 143. I hope you have a great time and if you need anything please don’t hesitate to let us know.”

You followed where she gestured, your heels clicking on the hardwood floor as you made your way down a long hallway. There were doors on either side of the hall, a placard with the room number placed perfectly in the middle. Other than the soft music that played overhead, it was silent.

Arriving at your destination, you took a deep breath before knocking on the door three times. You listened carefully for a response, grasping the door knob and turning when you heard a faint “come in.”

You stepped into the room, your eyes instantly roaming over your surroundings. It was stylish but cozy and not too big. There was a window at the far end of the wall, with sheer curtains pulled across, blocking the outside world from looking in. A couch sat in the corner, fluffy pillows littering every section. Your eyes continued to roam, taking in a bathroom to your right, the lights off except for a mini nightlight in the wall. Finally, your eyes landed on the queen sized bed in the center of the room, outfitted with a white downy comforter, and piles of pillows.

A man got up from the bed, his eyes directed right at you.

“Y/n?” He asked, wanting to confirm the right person was in the room.

“That’s me,” you replied, “and you’re Jeongin?”

He nodded and smiled, little dimples popping up with the gesture. Jeongin was cute, his face chiseled but with a hint of babyish features. His hair was perfectly styled, the strands framing his face haphazardly. He was dressed in all white, his shirt unbuttoned half way to reveal a portion of his chest, the outline of his pecs poking through the gap.

Jeongin was outfitted just how you wanted him, innocent appearing and ready for you to ruin.

“I’m ready for you,” Jeongin replied as he sat on the bed and looked at you in a way that made your pussy clench.

You smirked at his eagerness and sauntered over to him, your heels click clacking on the tile floor.

“Yeah baby?” You cooed as you kneeled on the bed to get closer to him.

He merely nodded his head, his big brown eyes locked on yours. You maneuvered yourself so you were lying on your back, your dress riding up your thighs and teasing him for what was underneath. You spread your legs, displaying your panties that now was sporting a small wet patch to Jeongin.

He eagerly scrambled towards you, spreading your legs as he got comfortable in between them. You sighed as he began to press soft kisses up your thighs, edging closer and closer to your core. Right when he got to the place you needed him most, he switched legs, kissing the flesh there as he stroked your other thigh.

Once he was satisfied, he dragged his lips on your skin until he reached your pelvis, his nose brushing the fabric of your panties. He breathed in your scent, his pupils dilating and cock twitching at your scent. Jeongin pressed his plush lips against your pussy again and again before spitting on the fabric and pressing his tongue flat against your covered entrance before licking up towards your clit.

You let out a low moan as he repeated the motion again and again, teasing you until you were writhing under his grasp.

“Take em off baby,” you cooed.

Jeongin let out a whine before disconnecting his mouth from your pussy. He reached up to grasp the waistband of your panties and dragged them down your legs before tossing them away. He immediately attached himself back to your pussy, his tongue darting out to play with your clit.

You laid there completely relaxed as Jeongin ate you out, as he lazily played with your clit, edging you to the point of tears. His mouth felt so good, your slick continually leaking out of your entrance and onto his face.

As he sucked your clit into his mouth, he shoved two fingers within your warmth and instantly curled them upwards, stimulating your sweet spot and causing you to see stars. You gripped his hair and tugged, moaning at the vibrations his mouth was giving you as he groaned.

His fingers were steadily moving in and out of your pussy, the pressure against your sweet spot causing pleasure to spread throughout your core as his tongue batted at your clit. You were close so you began to thrust your hips in tune with how he was fingering you.

“Ahh gonna come baby!” You squealed as he picked up the pace.

You felt the warmth increase and the coil tighten within your belly, your orgasm threatening to hit at any moment. You took a breath and Jeongin bit at your clit and you let go with a loud moan as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of you while sucking gently at your clit.

You arched your back as he continued to suck, your legs attempting to close at the overstimulation, but finding it difficult to do so as Jeongin held your legs open. He pressed himself further to your pussy, licking up your slick, making sure not to waste a single drop.

“Mmm too much,” you whined as you tugged on his hair attempting to lift his head up, but it was no use as he buried his face even more so he could continue to give attention to your clit.

Without warning, your orgasm hit you once more, lighter this time around but still powerful nonetheless. You whimpered as you let the feeling take over, staring up at the ceiling as stars danced across your vision.

Finally, Jeongin leaned back as he licked his lips, his face shining with your slick. He grinned as he took in your pussy, his eyes landing on your folds soaked with his spit and your cum, to your puffy, swollen clit that was peaking out so perfectly.

You slowly sat up, your hair a mess, and the straps of your dress hanging haphazardly on your shoulders and smirked at Jeongin.

“Lay down for me,” you said shifting so Jeongin could take your spot.

Once he was comfortable, you slid your dress off and crawled towards your lover for the night. Your hands slid up his legs, running gently over the fabric of his pants before reaching his bulge. You gripped him through his pants, smirking as he let out a whine at the pressure you were applying.

“Take it out please, please,” Jeongin whimpered as he pouted at you.

“Should I take out your cock? Do you deserve it though?” You teased back.

Jeongin quickly shook his head, strands of hair falling in his face. “Please?” He asked once more.

You were satisfied with his plea, so you gripped his waistband and dragged his pants down his legs watching as his cock sprung from its confines and nestled against his belly, nice and hard.

Tossing his pants elsewhere, you straddled his legs and nestled your pussy over his length. You began to rock your hips, his cock slotting perfectly between your folds, the tip catching at your clit with each thrust.

The feel of your pussy dragging against his cock was too much, the pleasure he was receiving causing him to let out a groan that rumbled deep within his chest. Jeongin’s eyes went straight to your pussy and his hands on your hips as he helped guide you over his length.

You were wet, your slick coated his cock and aiding in the glide as you fucked yourself over his length. His cock felt good, the vein that ran along his length hitting the right spots as you thrusted your hips.

Jeognin let out a mewl as he bit his lips his eyes snapping to yours. “Gonna come, shit…don’t stop. Please, please, please,” he mumbled, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Yeah? Gonna come? So good for me,” you said breathlessly, as your orgasm was steadily building.

You looked down briefly at where your pussy was gliding effortlessly against his cock and what you saw nearly made you come right there. It was messy, your cream coating his length and the head of his cock was an angry red, drops of precum leaking from the slit. You looked back up at Jeongin, taking in his fucked out state, as his bit his lips so hard, he drew blood, the red droplets smeared across his bottom lip.

With a yelp, you watched as he let go, his cum spurting out onto his belly and your pussy, the white substance adding to the mess that was already present. His release triggered yours, your high hitting you for the third time that night. You continued to thrust against his length, riding out your high as the pleasure slowly simmered away.

You slowed down until you came to a stop as you tried to catch your breath. Jeongin was in no better state, his body glistening with sweat, his pupils dilated and full of lust. You barely registered that he was getting up until you were flat on your back. You stared up at the man above you with wide eyes, surprised at his bust of confidence.

He was still hard and you could tell it was bothering Jeongin as he was desperate to be inside you. You watched as he rolled a condom down his length as it was the rules of the brothel before he brought the head to your entrance and pushed in.

You let out a moan at the stretch, trying to even out your breathing as he continued to sheath himself inside you. Once he bottomed out, he didn’t give you a chance to adjust but instead began to draw his cock in and out of your pussy at a rapid pace.

You were turned on even more as he whined and whimpered, his voice high pitched and strained as he fucked you with force. His eyes trained on your breasts, watching as they bounced up and down with each thrust. He groaned as his hands reached out and gripped them, messaging the flesh and pinching your nipples. You clenched around him as he flicked at the nubs, the sensation of pleasure traveling down to your core.

“Fuck! This pussy oh my god!” Jeongin moaned as his hips slammed into yours.

“Fuck me harder baby,” you moaned as he adjusted himself so he could drive himself deeper within you, so much so you could feel his cock kiss your cervix.

“I’m. Trying.” He said as he punctuated each word with a thrust.

He brought your legs up over his shoulders and leaned down over you. You could feel yourself get even more wet, the evidence present with the sound your pussy made with each drag of his cock within your walls. You were close, the feeling spreading within your belly. You felt your breath increase with each thrust of his hips, as a different sensation started to build. You have only felt this way a few times, most men not able to get you there, but apparently this would be one of those times.

You relaxed further into the pillow as you looked Jeongin in the eyes. His pace increased ever so slightly and you could tell he was close, his groans increasing as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Na uh baby, don’t you dare come until I do,” you warned, smirking as his eyes snapped open and stared down at you.

“But, I don’t think I can hold it,” he whined as a pained moan left his lips.

“Too bad, make me come and then you can okay?”

Jeongin took a breath and nodded his head in resignation. You smiled up at him and gripped his arms as he fucked you. He angled himself differently one last time, this time his cock dragging against your sweet spot, causing you to mewl out at the sensation.

You felt your orgasm build more steadily, the feeling building until it was right there, slowly spilling, your pussy fluttering around his cock. Jeongin grinned before pressing down on your lower belly, the added pressure causing you to squirt, your fluids threatening to push his cock out of your pussy. However, he just shoved his length harder within you, reveling in your pleasure as you thrashed around beneath him.

Jeongin had made you come and he couldn’t hold off any longer. He withdrew his length causing you to whimper at the sudden loss, before he gripped the condom and pulled it off of his cock. It was against the rules, but rules be damned. He wanted to feel you fully as he filled you up to the brim with his cum.

You gasped as he sheathed himself back within you and fucked you at an inhuman pace, the sound of skin slapping skin filling up the room. You let out whimpers, the overstimulation now to much, however, you just laid there and took his cock, as you slowly found yourself slipping away and succumbing to the pleasure.

“Shh,” Jeongin cooed as he pushed your hair from your sweaty face. “This will be between you and me yeah?”

You nodded in consent, understanding that this would be your little secret. At your admission, Jeongin snapped his hips into yours one last time before stilling, his orgasm hitting him hard as he came deep inside you.

He took a few moments to catch his breath before withdrawing his cock, his cum leaking out of your entrance and down your ass. Jeongin quickly dragged a finger through the fluids before bringing it to his lips, moaning as he tasted the mixture of your arousals.

You laid there exhausted and spent, your body sore and aching from the abuse it had just received. You both were silent as you came back to reality, the only sound was the loud, rapid beating of your heart in your ears.

Finally, you sat up and faced Jeongin who was sitting next to you.

“That was amazing,” you said, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his eyes.

“Yeah? I’m glad,” he said as he grinned, his cheeks turning a ruddy color at the praise.

“Aww you’re so cute!” You teased as you tried to pinch his cheeks just for him to chuckle and try to evade your advances.

After a while, you both found yourselves lying side by side, your bodies sticky from the mixture of your cum and his and dried sweat. Your mind drifted off to how his mouth felt on your pussy and how he took care of your body like no one else before. You may have to visit him more often. But, you had one night with him now and you weren’t going to waste it.

Getting up, you straddled his body and scooted up to his head.

“Ready for dessert?” You asked as you began to lower your pussy over his mouth.

Jeongin just licked his lips and gripped your hips bringing your core to his tongue.

“Oh!” You squealed as he dug in.

As they say dessert is sometimes the best part of the meal and Jeongin would definitely have to agree.

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estellan0vella · 6 days ago

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The Art of Wooing: L.F & H.H Lee Felix x fem!reader x Hwang Hyunjin (College AU)

WC: 16.1K

CWs: Sexual References, Polyamory, Background Minsung, Discussion of Safe Sex, Jisung being a dramatic king

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The Alpha Phi frat house is a mess, but that’s standard. Empty beer cans litter the coffee table, a pile of someone’s laundry, probably Jeongin’s, because it’s been sitting there for two days, rests on one of the armchairs, and there’s a faint, lingering scent of weed in the air. Not strong enough to be recent, but present enough to let anyone walking in know exactly what kind of house this is.

Hyunjin is sprawled across the couch, legs draped over Felix’s lap. He’s wearing one of Felix’s oversized hoodies, sleeves pulled over his hands, and his hair is still damp from his shower, sticking in wisps to his sharp jawline.

Felix absentmindedly plays with the hem of Hyunjin’s shorts, scrolling through his phone with his free hand. Across from them, Chan and Seungmin are mid-lecture, voices raised in exasperation as Jeongin lounges in the armchair with his feet propped up on the coffee table like he isn’t being verbally torn apart.

“I don’t get what the big deal is,” Jeongin mutters, flipping his phone in his hand.

“The big deal,” Seungmin snaps, “is that you are going to knock someone up, and we’re all gonna have to deal with your fucking consequences.”

Chan rubs a hand over his face. “Jesus Christ, I don’t even know where to start. One, you’re a fucking idiot. Two, what the fuck do you mean you don’t get what the big deal is? You think we wanna raise your fucking kid when you inevitably become a deadbeat because you can’t even wake up before noon?”

“I’d be a great dad,” Jeongin argues.

“You forgot your laundry in the washer for three days last week,” Changbin says from where he’s lying on the floor, tossing a football up and catching it. “The entire house smelled like mildew. You can’t even take care of your own shit.”

“I was busy!”

Felix scoffs. “You were playing League.”

Jeongin glares. “You don’t know my life.”

Seungmin sighs like this is actually causing him physical pain. “Condoms exist for a fucking reason, dumbass.”

“Yeah, and I don’t like them.”

The room goes silent for a moment before Minho, who’s been flipping through the channels on the TV, snorts. “Rawdogging isn’t a personality trait, Jeongin.”

Jeongin huffs. “It’s not-"

Chan cuts him off. “Do you even know if these girls are on birth control? Have you considered that for even a second?”

“Yeah,” Jeongin says, rolling his eyes. “I ask.”

Seungmin blinks. “You ask.”

“Yeah.”

Minho turns fully to face him. “You’re telling me,” he says slowly, “that you trust a random girl at a party to be honest with you about her birth control status, just so you don’t have to wear a condom.”

Jeongin hesitates. “I mean-”

“Oh my fucking god,” Chan mutters.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Seungmin groans at the same time.

Hyunjin, who has been quiet up until now, shakes his head. “I hope one of them baby traps you.”

Jeongin flips him off and Felix grins. “Dude, you’d be a terrible baby daddy. That kid would be the only one showing up to daycare in a Supreme hoodie.”

“Fuck you, I’d dress them cute.”

Minho rolls his eyes. “Yeah, okay, Jeongin.”

“Wait, Minho,” Hyunjin suddenly pipes up, stretching his arms above his head. “Where’s your boyfriend?”

Minho glances at him, then turns his attention back to the TV. “Jisung’s with his dancer friend.”

Felix tilts his head. “Jisung has a dancer friend?”

Minho nods. “Yeah. Her name’s Y/N. Nice girl. Her and Jisung have known each other since they were babies.”

Felix furrows his brows. “Wait, what? Since they were babies? How have I never heard of her?”

“She’s quiet,” Minho says with a shrug. “Does that air shit. Hoops and silks. She’s a trained ballerina, too. Turned down Vaganova"

Hyunjin perks up slightly. “Wait, hoops and silks?” He glances at Felix. “Isn’t that what we wanted to try?”

Felix nods slowly. “Yeah. That aerial stuff looks sick.”

“Think she teaches?” Hyunjin asks Minho.

Minho shrugs. “Dunno. She’s shy. Doesn’t talk much. But she’s sweet. She and Jisung are that weird level of close where if I’m arguing with Jisung about something, he sneakily texts her to change the Wikipedia page just to fuck with me.” He shakes his head. “I pretend not to know.”

Felix laughs. “She sounds fun.”

Minho snorts. “She’s one of my cats now. All wide-eyed and shit. I’ve adopted her.”

Changbin, who has been listening, finally speaks up. “Hold up. You’re telling me there’s a ballerina out there who turned down Vaganova? The fuck kind of ballerina does that?”

Minho shrugs again. “She wants to be on Broadway.”

“That’s a choice,” Felix mutters.

“She’s a theatre major,” Minho explains. “She’s practising for the big showcase right now. Jisung’s being her hype man or some shit.”

Felix hums in thought. “I kinda wanna meet her now.”

Hyunjin nods in agreement. “Same. You think she’d actually teach us some aerial stuff?”

Minho stretches his legs out. “Maybe. You’d have to ask her.”

Jeongin, who has been quiet for a moment, suddenly speaks up. “Okay, but what if she secretly hates Jisung and she’s just waiting for the right moment to murder him?”

Minho gives him a blank look. “They fucking bathed together as babies. She’s not gonna kill him.”

Jeongin scoffs. “Sounds like the perfect cover story.”

Chan groans. “Why the fuck do you say shit like this?”

Jeongin grins. “Keeps life interesting.”

Felix shakes his head and then nudges Hyunjin. “We should figure out a way to meet her.”

Hyunjin hums. “Yeah. If Minho likes her, she’s gotta be cool.”

Minho rolls his eyes. “She’s not a fucking zoo exhibit, Jesus.”

Felix tilts his head, his lips curving into a smirk as he glances at Minho. “Is she cute?”

Minho doesn’t even hesitate. “Yeah. She’s got this dyed white and black hair, black with two white streaks at the front, white underlayer. Kinda like that one chick from Harry Potter.”

Felix’s eyes widen slightly before a grin spreads across his face. “Narcissa Malfoy,” he breathes, looking downright delighted. “One of the MILFiest MILFs to ever MILF. Holy shit.”

Hyunjin raises an eyebrow but smirks when Felix turns to look at him with a knowing glint in his eyes. Felix leans in, nudging him playfully, and Hyunjin chuckles before nudging him back.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Chan mutters, rubbing his temples. “The two of you cannot fuck Jisung’s friend.”

Felix gasps dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. “Excuse me?”

Chan glares at him. “I’m serious. Stick to the usual desperate guys or girls you pick up to rail between you. Do not get any ideas about Jisung’s friend.”

Felix scoffs. “We are not that bad!” He turns to Hyunjin, pressing his face close. “Are we, baby?”

Hyunjin doesn’t even pause. “No.”

The entire room erupts into groans, scoffs, and snorts of disbelief.

“Not that bad?” Minho says, narrowing his eyes. “Not that bad?”

“You two are actual menaces,” Changbin says, shaking his head.

Jeongin snorts. “Bro, do we need to start listing shit? ‘Cause I can start listing shit.”

“Oh, please,” Felix says, rolling his eyes. “Go ahead.”

Seungmin cracks his neck before ticking off on his fingers. “Alright. Last month, you two took home that one guy from our rival football team and railed him so good he showed up to the next game unable to walk properly.”

Chan lets out a loud groan. “Oh, fuck, I forgot about that. That was embarrassing.”

Hyunjin just grins. “We won that game, though.”

“That is not the fucking point,” Chan snaps.

Minho crosses his arms. “There was also that one girl from the photography department. You two fucked her in the darkroom. During open hours.”

Felix shrugs. “In our defence, it was empty.”

Changbin lets out a bark of laughter. “It was empty because everyone left when they heard what the fuck was going on.”

Jeongin smirks. “Oh, oh! What about that bartender from Golden Hour? The one who gave you guys free shots all night and then went home with you?”

Hyunjin sighs fondly. “She made us breakfast the next morning. Sweet girl.”

Minho gives him a deadpan look. “That’s not the fucking point.”

Felix shakes his head, grinning. “I don’t see how any of this is a problem.”

Seungmin lets out a sharp, humourless laugh. “Of course you don’t.”

Chan points a finger at them. “I am saying this once. Jisung’s friend is off-limits. You two have your little freaky sex adventures with people who know what they’re getting into, and that’s fine. But you will not touch her. Got it?”

Felix pouts dramatically. “You’re so mean, Chris.”

“I will actually beat the shit out of you,” Chan says, exasperated.

Minho sighs, running a hand through his hair before fixing them both with a pointed look. “You two cannot upset this girl, okay? She is my boyfriend’s best friend. Jisung would choose her over me any fucking day of the week, no hesitation. If you fuckers upset her, I have to cut you out of my life just to save my relationship.”

Felix blinks. “Damn. That serious?”

“Yes, you dumbass,” Minho snaps. “Jisung is the best sex I’ve ever had, and I am not losing that because you two decide to be little whores and fuck over his best friend.”

Hyunjin presses his lips together, eyes twinkling with amusement. “That’s fair.”

“Not to mention,” Minho continues, “Y/N cooks better food than all of you combined. I slaved away to build this fucking friendship with her, and I will not lose it because you two dipshits can’t keep it in your pants.”

Felix tilts his head. “She cooks?”

“Yes, and it’s fucking amazing,” Minho says. “Like, restaurant-tier shit. I will actually commit murder if I lose that.”

Felix hums. “So, you’re saying she’s cute, she’s insanely talented, and she can cook?” He turns to Hyunjin. “Baby, I think I’m in love.”

Minho throws a pillow at him. “Shut the fuck up. I am dead fucking serious. If you make her uncomfortable in any way, I will kill you, then kill myself out of guilt for associating with you.”

Seungmin nods. “I’ll help.”

Chan sighs. “Same.”

Hyunjin just smirks. “Noted.”

Jisung stands in the middle of the Alpha Phi frat house living room, arms crossed, expression severe, well, as severe as Jisung can look. Minho is beside him, arms mirroring his boyfriend’s stance, though there’s a distinct gleam in his eyes that promises he will absolutely make good on any threats Jisung is about to lay down.

"Alright, listen the fuck up," Jisung announces, looking around at his gathered frat brothers like they’re about to be disciplined by a high school principal. "I have managed to convince my best friend, my ride or die, the person I would sell all of you for in a heartbeat, to come over tomorrow and meet you absolute fucking heathens."

Felix grins. "Oh shit, is this the elusive Y/N?"

"The one and only," Jisung says before levelling a sharp look at everyone in the room. "But there are ground rules. You will follow them, or Minho will make your lives miserable. I will not hesitate to give him the go-ahead. You all know what he’s like when he’s pissed."

Minho smirks and nods, looking positively gleeful at the thought.

"Rule number one," Jisung continues, holding up a finger. "No interrogating her. She is shy, she is sweet, and if you overwhelm her, I will be the one throwing fists, not Minho."

Changbin shifts in his seat. "Define interrogating."

Minho narrows his eyes. "If you so much as grill her on her entire life history within the first five minutes, I’m shaving your eyebrows off in your sleep."

Changbin sighs. "Noted."

"Rule number two," Jisung says, his voice gaining a sharper edge. "No flirting, no asking for threesomes, no trying to see how fast you can make her blush, none of that bullshit."

His eyes land directly on Felix and Hyunjin, who are both lounging on the couch looking far too innocent for anyone to actually believe it and Hyunjin feigns offence, placing a hand on his chest. "Why are you looking at me and my angel?"

Jisung deadpans. "Because you two propositioned the pizza delivery guy last night."

Felix huffs. "And?"

"You offered to tip him in dick," Jisung snaps.

Felix shrugs. "And he accepted. The man was in heaven for hours getting spit-roasted."

Changbin chokes on his drink. Jeongin lets out a wheeze of laughter. Chan just groans, rubbing a hand over his face. "Point is," Jisung says, rubbing his temples, "Y/N is not here for that. You will treat her with respect."

Hyunjin smirks. "We are nothing if not respectful."

Minho scoffs. "I’m gonna fucking kill you."

Jisung ignores him and presses on. "Rule three, be polite and clean. She already knows you’re all heathens, but she doesn’t need to see the full extent of the hedonism in this house."

Seungmin snorts. "So, what you’re saying is, we should hide the evidence?"

"Yes, you fucking goblin," Jisung says. "That means no used condoms on the floor, no random underwear hanging off the TV, and for the love of God, clean the couch."

Changbin glances at the couch. "What’s wrong with the couch?"

Minho gives him a look. "Bin, that couch has seen more fluids than a goddamn hospital."

Jisung presses on, ignoring the groans of disgust that ripple through the room. "Rule four, and this is important, be clothed."

Every single set of eyes in the room immediately lands on Chan, who is, predictably, sitting in nothing but his boxers.

Chan blinks. "What?"

Jisung glares. "We are all used to seeing your dick or balls fall out of your boxers when you manspread or seeing you walk around like you were just fucking born, but Y/N does not deserve that horror. Fully clothed tomorrow."

Chan scoffs. "My dick does not-"

"Your dick absolutely does," Seungmin interrupts.

"I saw your balls fall out at breakfast two days ago," Changbin adds.

"That time we were watching a movie and your dick just flopped out like it was clocking in for work," Jeongin says.

Felix grins. "You were in the kitchen last week making eggs, and I saw your whole-ass sack."

"That time at practice when you sat on the bench and forgot you weren’t wearing underwear," Hyunjin says, shaking his head.

Chan scowls. "Okay, you guys are exaggerating."

Jisung gives him a flat look. "It’s out right now."

Chan grumbles, shifting his legs. "I like airflow."

Jisung shakes his head in disappointment before moving on. "Rule five, and this is specifically for you, Jeongin, keep your feral pussy poker away from her."

Jeongin gapes. "Excuse me?"

"You are the fucking worst," Jisung accuses. "Raw dogging every girl you meet, and you especially have a shy girl kink, you cute little bastard."

"I do not-"

Seungmin cuts him off. "We all caught you raw dogging that fucking cheerleader in the locker room."

"And that ball bunny on the kitchen counter," Hyunjin adds.

"And the girl on the couch," Changbin chimes in.

"And the TA," Chan sighs.

Jeongin groans, throwing his head back. "Okay, okay, point made."

"Yeah, so you keep that demon dick locked the fuck up around Y/N," Jisung warns.

Changbin crosses his arms. "And what happens if we don’t?"

Jisung smirks. "I let Minho off his leash."

Minho beams.

Jisung continues. "Not only would you be upsetting my best friend, my fucking ride or die, but you’d also be upsetting Minho’s friend. And you all know Minho is protective as fuck over her. She’s like one of his cats."

Minho nods, smug.

"My night terror of a boyfriend has my full permission to make your lives miserable. For. Ev. Er," Jisung finishes, his voice dropping into something ominous.

The room falls into a contemplative silence before Minho claps his hands together. "Oh, I have plans."

Felix raises an eyebrow. "What kind of plans?"

Minho smirks. "Well, for starters, I will piss on your beds."

Hyunjin wrinkles his nose. "Like a fucking cat?"

"Yes."

Jeongin groans. "That’s so fucking gross."

"You touch Y/N, you get marked like territory," Minho says cheerfully.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Chan mutters.

"Oh, and I’m switching out all your body wash for Nair," Minho continues.

Felix gapes. "You wouldn’t."

Minho grins wider. "Wouldn't I?"

Seungmin exhales. "You absolutely would."

"I’m also changing all your ringtones to my voice saying terrible things at max volume," Minho adds.

Jisung grins. "Oh, that one’s good."

"Sabotaging alarm clocks, hiding keys, replacing all snacks with wasabi-coated almonds," Minho lists off, ticking each one on his fingers. "Setting your laptop wallpapers to cursed images, filling your shampoo bottles with mayonnaise, oh, and if you touch her, Jeongin, I will glue your fucking dick to your stomach."

Jeongin looks horrified. "You are an actual fucking psychopath."

Minho tilts his head, smiling. "Then follow the fucking rules."

Felix sighs. "Fine, we’ll be good."

Hyunjin pouts but nods.

Jeongin groans but mutters, "Whatever."

"Good," Jisung says, clapping his hands together. "Tomorrow, we’re on our best behaviour. If I have to kill any of you, I’m making you pay for the bleach to clean up the mess."

Minho nods, satisfied. "Now, who wants dinner? I cooked, and none of you deserve it, but I’m feeling generous."

As the boys disperse, Felix mutters to Hyunjin, "Still think she’s gonna be hot, though."

Minho glares at him. "I heard that, you little shit."

Jisung yanks the front door open with a dramatic flourish, grinning wide as he sees you standing there. "Y/N! Welcome to the den of indecency!"

You blink at him, lips curving into a small amused smile. "It can’t be that bad."

Minho, standing just behind Jisung, simply lifts an arm and gestures toward the coffee table in the middle of the frat house living room. You follow his gaze and sure enough, sitting right there on the table is a banana, proudly wearing a condom. Jisung groans, grabs the banana, and promptly chucks it at Seungmin, who catches it without even looking up from where he’s standing in front of Jeongin, arms crossed, face locked in the kind of judgmental expression only he can pull off.

"You fucking psychopath," Jisung mutters.

Seungmin waves a dismissive hand. "It’s a visual aid."

Minho smirks at you. "Still think it’s not that bad?"

Your lips press together in an attempt to hold back laughter as you step inside. "I stand corrected."

Seungmin, still ignoring the peanut gallery, turns back to Jeongin with an expression of pure exasperation. "Okay, I don’t know how else to explain this to you. You keep acting like condoms are some mythical burden when they are literally designed to prevent you from ruining your goddamn life."

Jeongin slouches on the couch, arms crossed, looking very much like a petulant child being forced to eat vegetables. "I’m not ruining my life."

Seungmin scoffs. "No? You think I wanna spend the next eighteen years hearing you bitch about child support payments? ‘Cause I don’t. I already have to deal with your constant whining about having to wake up before noon. Imagine adding a baby to that equation."

Jisung gestures vaguely. "That’s Seungmin and Jeongin, by the way," he tells you.

You nod, watching as Seungmin grabs the banana again and waves it in Jeongin’s face.

"Do you see this?" Seungmin asks.

"I see it, Seungmin," Jeongin sighs.

"This could be your dick," Seungmin says.

"Stop saying that like it’s a fucking commercial," Jeongin groans.

Seungmin holds up the condom-covered banana. "Look how simple this is. Banana. Condom. Boom. Protected. This is not rocket science, dumbass."

Jeongin glares at him. "Why don’t Jisung and Minho get this lecture? They raw dog each other all the time!"

Seungmin doesn’t even hesitate. "They’re two men in a committed relationship, no risk of STDs, and a baby is biologically impossible. Their biggest concern is haemorrhoids."

Minho nods sagely. "Real shit."

You can’t help it, you let out a small giggle at that, covering your mouth. Jisung gasps dramatically and whips around to face you.

"Did you just fucking laugh?"

"Maybe."

Minho grins. "She thinks we’re funny. You might actually survive in this house."

Jisung shakes his head, still dramatically scandalized before he fully takes you in. His eyes narrow slightly. "Hold up." He tilts his head. "Why am I looking up at you right now?"

You blink at him, confused, before following his gaze down to your feet. "Oh." You gesture at your platform Converse. "Shoes."

Jisung scowls. "Outrageous. Take them off."

You laugh, but you comply, toeing off your shoes and stepping out of them. Now back at your usual height, you glance at him.

Jisung immediately nods, satisfied. "There we go. Back to the same height. All is right in the world again."

Minho sighs. "You are the dumbest person I know."

"Hey," Jisung says, pointing at him. "She was towering over me. That’s unnatural."

"It’s two fucking inches," Minho mutters.

Jisung shudders. "Still counts."

Seungmin clears his throat. "Excuse me, but I am still in the middle of my goddamn PSA."

Minho rolls his eyes, slinging an arm around your shoulders. "Come on, Y/N. Let’s leave these idiots to their nonsense."

As you follow Minho further into the house, Jisung throws one last glance at Jeongin. "Use the fucking condoms, feral boy. I’m not about to start babysitting because you can’t control your dick."

Jeongin groans. "Whatever."

Seungmin smirks. "No ‘whatever.’ You will respect the banana."

Jisung leads you into the kitchen with Minho right beside him, and the moment you step through the doorway, four heads turn in unison.

Seated around the kitchen island, mid-bite into whatever meal they’ve scrounged together, are four guys, all of them freezing as they catch sight of you.

Jisung gestures lazily. "Y/N, meet Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin, and Felix. Alright, fuckers, this is Y/N. Done? Great. Alright, Y/N, let’s go."

He immediately pivots on his heel like he’s about to march you right out of there, but the four of them are still staring, practically slack-jawed. Chan and Changbin mutter a low, simultaneous, "Damn," before exchanging a knowing glance and fist-bumping like absolute Neanderthals.

Felix’s mouth is slightly parted, eyes flicking over you like he’s trying to commit every detail to memory, and Hyunjin, still chewing his food, just blatantly watches you, his gaze unreadable but intense.

Jisung groans. "Oh my fucking god."

He grabs a tablecloth from the counter and dramatically holds it up in front of you like he’s shielding you from a pack of wolves. "Stop staring at her, you freaks!" he hisses. "Come on, Y/N, upstairs. Stay behind the tablecloth, I’ve got you, sweetie. Ignore the losers."

Jisung physically ushers you toward the stairs, still holding up the damn fabric like a makeshift barrier. Minho follows behind, hands shoved in his pockets, looking smug as hell. Behind you, the complaints start immediately.

"Are you fucking serious?" Chan grumbles.

"This is bullshit," Changbin adds.

Felix’s voice is loud and scandalized. "Jisung, you’re fucking gay, and you hid your hot female friend from us?"

Hyunjin scoffs. "Fucking betrayal, man."

Jisung doesn’t even turn around, still guiding you up the stairs. "She is a person, not a fucking collectable, you fucking vultures!"

"You let us think all your female friends were weird theatre kids!" Chan shouts.

"She is a theatre kid, you dumbass!" Jisung calls back.

"But a hot one!" Changbin complains.

Jisung groans. "Minho, baby, start biting."

Minho sighs happily, cracks his knuckles, and turns back around.

Felix barely has time to blink before Minho lunges and bites him right on the arm. "OW, YOU LITTLE-" Felix yelps, nearly dropping his fork.

Minho whirls and sinks his teeth into Hyunjin’s shoulder next, making the taller boy jerk back with a shout. "The fuck, Min?" Hyunjin complains, rubbing his shoulder like he’s just been mauled.

Chan barely gets out, "Oh, come on, that’s not-" before Minho turns and bites him directly on the bicep.

Changbin tries to escape, but Minho is fast, darting after him and chomping down on his forearm like a gremlin. "FUCK, FUCK, OKAY, JESUS!" Changbin howls.

Jisung smirks as he continues leading you upstairs. "That’s what you get, you absolute fucking vultures."

Jisung practically drags you into his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him like he’s just escaped from a war zone. He presses his back against it, chest rising and falling dramatically as if he’s single-handedly saved you from an untimely fate at the hands of his ravenous frat brothers.

"Safe space," he announces.

You take one glance around the room and immediately deadpan. "Except for the biohazards growing in here."

Jisung frowns, looking vaguely offended. "Excuse me?"

You gesture vaguely to the mess surrounding you. It’s a disaster, clothes scattered across the floor, empty snack wrappers piled up on the desk, a concerning amount of energy drink cans stacked precariously in the corner like a makeshift tower of death. The air is thick with the undeniable scent of laundry that hasn’t quite made it to the washer yet, and there’s an unidentified object peeking out from under his bed that you’re not sure you even want to acknowledge.

"Jisung," you say slowly, carefully. "When was the last time you cleaned in here?"

He shrugs. "Define cleaned."

You stare at him and he grins. "Okay, okay, don’t give me that look. I clean. Sometimes."

You let out a long, suffering sigh and step further into the chaos, carefully manoeuvring around what looks like a hoodie he abandoned weeks ago. Your gaze lands on an old soju bottle sitting on his desk, filled with something dark and fuzzy, the inside clouded over with what can only be described as a science experiment gone horribly wrong.

"What the fuck is that?" you ask, pointing at it.

Jisung follows your gaze and beams. "That," he says proudly, "is now my vivarium. I’m hoping life forms grow in it and I discover a new species."

Your face twists in absolute horror. "Jisung, that is fucking disgusting."

He scoffs. "What? It’s not like I drink from it. It’s science. I’m conducting research. What if it becomes sentient? I could make billions of won from this."

You take a careful step away from the bottle as if proximity alone might make you contract some sort of airborne disease. "Jisung," you say seriously, "if that thing becomes sentient, it’s not gonna make you money. It’s gonna crawl out of that bottle in the middle of the night and strangle you for keeping it in there."

Jisung lets out a loud laugh. "Holy shit, imagine!" He clasps his hands together, eyes sparkling with excitement. "If it becomes sentient, I’m gonna call it Dobby."

You blink at him. "Wow. You’re gonna enslave the sentient life you’re growing. Cancelled."

Jisung gasps dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "What?! You can’t cancel me!"

"Cancelled," you repeat, shaking your head in mock disappointment. "You’re cancelled, Jisung."

Jisung groans. "Noooo, you can’t do this to me! Think of my legacy!"

You raise an eyebrow. "Your legacy as the dumbass who let a mutant soju mould take over his frat house?"

He sighs, shaking his head. "You just don’t understand the vision."

"Some visions should remain undiscovered," you say, crossing your arms. "This is one of them."

Jisung pouts. "You’re no fun."

"I am fun," you argue. "I just also value basic hygiene."

"Basic hygiene is overrated," he mutters.

You give him a pointed look. "That’s exactly what someone with a sentient soju bottle would say."

Jisung flops onto his bed like he’s just run a marathon, stretching his limbs dramatically before grabbing his controller and starting up Mario Kart on his massive TV. The bright colours of the game flicker across the screen, illuminating his shit-eating grin as he shoots you a look.

"Oh, darling best friend," he says, voice dripping with exaggerated sweetness. "Please roll two spliffs for us, I beg of you. My weed, my cherry papers, and my grinder are in my drawer."

You roll your eyes but head over to the drawer anyway, easily finding his stash amongst the clutter of random bullshit, half-used ChapStick, tangled earphones, and an alarming amount of stray gum wrappers. You pluck out the necessary items, setting them on his desk before turning back toward him.

"Alright," you say. "Set me up as Rosalina then."

Jisung scoffs like this is an offence to his very soul. "You always pick her."

"And you always pick that little green one," you counter.

Jisung gasps, clutching his chest. "His name is YOSHI!"

You grin, settling yourself on the floor beside his bed as you begin grinding up the weed. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, dinosaur boy."

As you expertly roll, you suddenly remember something and fish around in your bag. "Oh! I got these," you say, pulling out a small packet and holding it up for him to see. "Dried rose petals. It’s how I smoke."

Jisung’s eyes widen in delight as he leans forward, inspecting them with interest. "Ooh, fancy! That’s some real fairy princess shit. You’re out here rolling magical, nature-ass blunts while I’m stuffing my lungs with fucking cherry papers like a peasant."

You chuckle, carefully mixing some of the dried petals into the rolling paper before sealing it up with practised ease. "It tastes really nice. Plus, it looks pretty."

Jisung shakes his head, amused. "Of course, you’d care about aesthetics even while getting high."

Before you can respond, Minho saunters into the room, arms crossed as he surveys the situation like an unimpressed parent walking in on their child making a terrible life decision. "What’s up, losers," he greets.

Jisung perks up immediately. "Oh! Perfect timing, babe. I’m setting up for a three-player race." He quickly adjusts the settings before turning to you with puppy-dog eyes. "Can you roll Min one too?"

You nod, already reaching for more paper as Minho sighs dramatically before holding something up in his hands. "I brought a clean blanket from my room so you don’t have to sit directly on Jisung’s bed."

You gasp, placing a hand over your heart. "God bless you, Lee Minho."

Minho grins, pleased with himself, and lays the blanket down on the bed before plopping himself down. Jisung, completely ignoring the display of chivalry, is too busy selecting his kart, eyes locked on the screen like his life depends on it.

As you finish rolling the second spliff, you glance up at Minho. "By the way, Minho, how have you allowed that?" You gesture toward the cursed soju bottle of doom.

Minho immediately scowls. "I tried to throw it out. He bit me."

Jisung cackles. "It’s my science experiment, I had to defend it!"

Minho rubs his wrist as if recalling the traumatic event. "You are actually fucking feral. Who bites their own boyfriend over a mouldy-ass bottle?"

Jisung grins. "Me. And I’d do it again."

The rhythmic, eerie notes of Ma Meilleure Ennemie echo through the empty college dance studio, the haunting melody filling the space as you dangle upside down from the aerial hoop. Your legs are hooked securely over the steel ring, muscles taut as you let yourself spin slowly, arms outstretched, fingers grazing the air with every lazy rotation.

The fabric of your black yoga shorts clings to your thighs, your white cropped turtleneck hugging your torso, moving with the soft rise and fall of your breath. Your hair, clipped up in its usual messy style, sways slightly with your movements, and though you can’t see yourself, you know the contrast of your flawless black-and-white eyeliner, the subtle shimmer of pink gloss, adds to the picture of quiet elegance you strive to maintain.

The world shifts around you in soft blurs as you spin, upside down but completely in control, the dim studio lights casting long shadows across the polished floors.

"Hi!"

The sudden voice nearly startles you enough to make you lose focus. Your grip on the hoop tightens instinctively as your eyes snap toward the entrance of the studio. You spot a bright smile first. Platinum blond mullet, warm brown eyes, an aura of pure sunshine even under the cool fluorescent lighting.

You quickly adjust, lifting yourself up so you’re seated properly in the hoop, legs draped over the metal as you gaze down at him.

Felix beams up at you like he’s just stumbled upon something magical. "Jin! She’s here!"

A second later, another head pops into the room, dark eyes and feathered bangs, the sharp cut of Hyunjin’s jawline evident even from a distance.

Felix gestures between the two of them. "I don’t know if you remember, but you met us at the frat house the other day. Felix and Hyunjin."

You do remember, though your interaction with them was brief before Jisung had shielded you with a tablecloth and rushed you upstairs. You study them now, still seated in your hoop, slightly tilted as you continue to spin just a little, an unintentional effect of being up here.

Your voice is soft when you speak. "Can I help you?"

Felix and Hyunjin both crane their necks, staring up at you with something close to awe, like they weren’t expecting to walk in and see you suspended in midair like some kind of ethereal acrobat.

Felix is the first to recover. "Yeah, actually! We want to learn how to do that!" He gestures toward you. "In the hoop. Like Zendaya in Greatest Showman!"

You blink. "You two want to-"

Hyunjin sighs, giving Felix a look before turning back to you. "Felix wants to do a couples activity. He chose this."

Felix grins, completely unapologetic. "When are you free?"

You hesitate for a moment, still processing the image of these two very athletic frat boys attempting something as graceful and controlled as aerial hoop. But there’s something so eager about Felix’s expression, and Hyunjin, despite his usual sharp-edged aura, doesn’t seem opposed to the idea.

"Tuesday and Thursday after six p.m."

Felix nods immediately. "We can do that!"

There’s an unmistakable excitement in his voice, and even Hyunjin looks intrigued as they continue gazing up at you, as if seeing you like this has only cemented their decision.

You exhale, amusement tugging at your lips as you realize you’re about to teach two frat boys how to fly.

Felix’s room in the Alpha Phi frat house is different from the chaos outside its walls. Where the rest of the house is an unholy mess of abandoned beer cans, questionable stains, and the lingering scent of cologne, weed, and regret, Felix’s room is a haven. It’s warm, dimly lit with fairy lights strung along the walls, and the air smells like vanilla and cinnamon, like fresh-baked cookies and something unmistakably Felix.

The bed is a cocoon of soft blankets, mismatched but cosy, and there are stuffed animals nestled between the pillows, a stark contrast to the general debauchery of frat life. A Polaroid collage of his favourite memories covers one wall, photos of the guys mid-laugh, blurry selfies, and an obscene number of candid shots of Hyunjin.

Felix is curled up against Hyunjin, nuzzling into his chest, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on Hyunjin’s arm. "She's so pretty," Felix murmurs, voice soft.

Hyunjin nods, lips pressing to Felix’s temple as he absentmindedly runs his fingers through Felix’s hair. "Yeah."

They lay there for a moment, lost in thought, the warmth of each other’s bodies a familiar comfort. Then Felix, ever the chaotic one, shifts, pulling back just enough to tilt his head up at Hyunjin. "So what if we date her?"

Hyunjin blinks. "What, like a throuple?"

Felix nods immediately as if the thought has been brewing in his mind for hours. "Think about it. We get to know her, we romance her, we woo her."

Hyunjin scoffs, amused. "Woo her?"

Felix grins. "Yeah. Woo. We can woo."

Hyunjin smirks. "We would be ace at wooing."

Felix nods eagerly. "Exactly! You, with your art and deep-ass stares that make people weak in the knees, and me, with my baking and cooking skills. Who the fuck could resist that?"

Hyunjin huffs out a laugh. "You’re so fucking serious about this."

"Dead fucking serious," Felix says, pushing himself up so he’s sitting cross-legged. "We need a plan."

Before Hyunjin can even process what’s happening, Felix is reaching over to his bedside table, grabbing his designated planning notebook, a beat-up, sticker-covered thing that has been used for everything from grocery lists to world domination strategies.

Felix flips it open, grabs a handful of glitter pens, and looks up at Hyunjin with wide, determined eyes. "Alright, let’s map this shit out."

Hyunjin drags a hand down his face. "God, I love you, you ridiculous fucking man."

Felix winks. "I know, baby. Now grab a pen, we have work to do."

Hyunjin sighs but grabs a pink glitter pen, because at this point, why the fuck not?

Felix taps the pen against his chin. "Step one..."

Hyunjin raises a brow. "We know nothing about her."

Felix gasps, dropping his pen. "You're so fucking right." He scribbles messily across the top of the page, STEP ONE: GET TO KNOW HER.

Hyunjin leans in, intrigued now despite himself. "How do we do that?"

Felix grins, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, baby, we are about to research the fuck out of her."

Hyunjin grins. “So, stalking.”

Felix smacks his arm. “No, dumbass. We just hang out with her. Talk to her. Figure out what she likes.”

Hyunjin smirks. “Which is basically soft stalking.”

Felix rolls his eyes but doesn’t argue. Hyunjin leans over Felix’s shoulder, watching as the glittery pink pen scratches across the notebook page, the words STEP ONE: GET TO KNOW HER underlined three times like it’s the most important revelation of the century. He tilts his head, drumming his fingers lightly against his knee.

"What if Jisung finds this little written-out plan?" he asks because honestly, that is a real concern. Jisung has no common sense but he does have an eerily good sixth sense for bullshit.

Felix waves a dismissive hand. "Don’t be silly, Jisung can’t read."

From the room next door, there’s an offended whine. "Hey!"

Minho’s voice follows almost immediately, smooth and amused. "It’s okay, baby, reading is hard for some people."

"I WILL BITE YOUR DICK OFF."

Felix dissolves into laughter, clutching his stomach as he flops backwards onto the bed. Hyunjin just shakes his head, exhaling through his nose, because of course, this is his life.

Once Felix regains his composure, he sits up and beams at Hyunjin. "Anyway, don’t worry about Jisung finding our little operation."

Hyunjin gives him a wary look. "Why do you sound like you already thought of a way to distract him?"

Felix grins, practically vibrating with excitement. "Because I did."

He reaches under the bed and pulls out a nondescript brown shopping bag. Hyunjin watches, both curious and slightly apprehensive, as Felix rummages inside before triumphantly holding up a bright pink box full of edible panties.

Hyunjin blinks. "I-" He gestures vaguely at the box. "What the actual fuck?"

Felix wiggles the box, his grin growing. "I nipped off campus earlier and bought these. I’m gonna give them to Jisung and Minho, and those two will be too distracted by these to realise we’re trying to woo his best friend!"

Hyunjin runs a hand down his face, shaking his head. "You are insane."

Felix gasps, pressing a hand to his chest. "How dare you? This is strategy."

Hyunjin gives him a flat look. "Your strategy is to give Jisung candy underwear?"

Felix nods enthusiastically. "Exactly! It’s foolproof! They’ll be too busy either laughing their asses off or actually trying them out to notice us being all sneaky and romantic."

Hyunjin sighs, knowing better than to argue when Felix is in one of his chaotic, genius moods. "And what’s with the second box?"

Felix’s grin turns positively wicked. "That’s for us."

Hyunjin just stares and Felix wiggles his eyebrows. "You’ll eat cherry panties off me, right? And I’ll eat them off you!"

Hyunjin groans. "You actually have a problem."

Felix nudges him playfully. "Oh, come on, babe, don’t pretend that doesn’t sound hot."

Hyunjin mutters something under his breath but doesn’t deny it, which makes Felix laugh in victory. Then, as if remembering why they were here in the first place, Felix suddenly sits up straight. "Right! Planning!"

Hyunjin exhales heavily, rubbing his temples. "Finally."

Felix grins, flipping the page in his notebook. "Okay, step two..."

Hyunjin glances at him, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. "Operation Woo is officially in session."

Hyunjin and Felix push through the doors of the college dance studio, the familiar scent of resin, rubber mats, and faint lavender from the cleaning sprays hitting them immediately. The room is massive, lined with mirrors, with high ceilings fitted with sturdy metal rigs designed for aerial apparatuses. The air is cool, the faint hum of the ventilation system filling the space between their footsteps.

You’re already waiting for them, standing near the aerial hoops, adjusting some of the rigging with an expert touch. The bright studio lights illuminate you from above, casting a soft glow over your features. You’re dressed in sleek black leggings and a white cropped, tight long-sleeve top that clings to your figure, your hands and feet wrapped securely, a necessary precaution for grip and safety. Your black hair is messily clipped up, the two stark white strips at the front framing your face.

Felix, ever the ball of sunshine, greets you first. "Hey, gorgeous instructor," he says with a wink.

Hyunjin elbows him lightly. "Stop trying to flirt on day one."

You flush slightly, eyes darting to the side as you hold out two harnesses for them. "Here," you say softly, the shyness in your voice evident, "put these on."

Hyunjin takes his with an amused smile. "Damn, I was hoping we’d just get to climb up and hope for the best."

You shake your head, the ghost of a smile playing on your lips. "You’d break your neck."

Felix lets out a breathless laugh as he starts stepping into his harness. "See, this is why we need you."

You kneel down slightly, adjusting Felix’s straps first, making sure they sit snug against his waist and thighs before moving to Hyunjin. He stands still as you tighten the buckles, hands brushing against his hips briefly. His dark eyes watch you, something unreadable flickering in them.

Once their harnesses are secure, you lead them toward the hoops, clicking their carabiners onto the rigging before moving toward a nearby control panel. You press the button that raises the hoops slowly, allowing them to get a feel for the tension before you step away.

Then, without hesitation, you grip your own hoop freehand, fingers curling securely around the cool steel as it lifts into the air. With effortless grace, you swing yourself upward, twisting lightly before perching in the hoop, your legs draped elegantly over the metal, your back straight.

Felix and Hyunjin, still slightly disoriented from just being in the air, watch with open admiration.

"Okay," you say, voice gentle but steady. "Simple stuff today. Just getting comfortable. Move however you want, see how your body feels in the air."

Felix exhales, shifting slightly in the harness. "Distract us."

Hyunjin nods. "Yeah, tell us about yourself while we try not to panic."

You hesitate slightly before tilting your head. "Um, I’m twenty."

Felix perks up. "Oh shit, we’re twenty-one."

You nod, twisting your wrist lightly against the hoop, letting the movement centre you. "I did ballet for years, but I rarely practice anymore. Only enough to stay flexible."

Felix grins. "Favourite colour?"

You hum softly, fingers tracing absent patterns on the steel. "Blue. Deep ocean blue."

Felix nods approvingly. "Solid choice. Favourite sweet treat?"

"Salted caramel brownies."

Felix makes a noise of delight. "I knew I liked you."

Hyunjin, who has been watching you quietly, speaks up. "Favourite piece of artwork?"

You pause, lips pursing slightly. "Most people would say a painting," you murmur, eyes drifting to the ceiling in thought. "But I’d say the Varvakeion Athena."

Felix furrows his brows. "That a sculpture?"

You nod. "It’s a Roman marble copy of the original Athena Parthenos statue. I went to Athens last summer to see it at The National Archaeological Museum." You glance at them. "Ji came with me."

Felix’s eyes widen. "Oh shit, he said he went to Greece!"

Hyunjin exhales, something flickering in his expression. "I've always wanted to go there," he admits. "It’s on my art history bucket list."

You smile, the shyness still lingering in the corners of your lips. "You should go. The museums alone are worth it."

Hyunjin watches you, his fingers tightening slightly on the hoop. Oh yeah, he thinks. This girl is gonna ruin us.

Felix and Hyunjin are sprawled out on Felix’s bed, limbs tangled comfortably as Arcane plays in the background. The glow from the TV bathes the room in soft neon hues, blues, purples, and oranges flickering across their faces as Jinx wreaks havoc on the screen.

Between them, Felix’s designated planning notebook lays open, its pages already filled with messy, colourful writing and an obscene amount of glitter pen doodles. They’ve been adding to it ever since they got back from the dance studio, scribbling down everything they learned about you in an effort to refine Operation Woo.

Hyunjin flips his glitter pen between his fingers, his other hand resting comfortably against Felix’s hip. "Deep ocean blue for favourite colour," he murmurs, reading aloud as he underlines the words. "Salted caramel brownies for favourite sweet treat. Girl’s got taste."

Felix grins, propping himself up on one elbow as he kicks his legs back and forth. "My plan worked!" he announces proudly. "Distracted!"

From across the hall, an obscene noise filters through the walls, Jisung’s breathy moan, followed by something that sounds suspiciously like Minho chuckling.

Hyunjin sighs deeply, rubbing his temples. "So fucking distracted."

Felix giggles. "See? I told you the edible panties would work."

Hyunjin lifts his head slightly, staring at him in mock horror. "The worst part is that they’re actually using them."

Felix snickers, his freckles crinkling with amusement. "Jisung has zero shame."

Another particularly loud noise echoes through the house, and Hyunjin aggressively presses a pillow over his face. "Jesus fucking Christ."

Felix pats his stomach soothingly. "Shhh, let them live their best life, baby."

"I don’t want to hear their best life," Hyunjin groans into the pillow.

Felix, completely unbothered, flicks his glitter pen open again and leans over the notebook. "Alright, next steps. Bake brownies." He underlines it three times. "We need to flirt with her, but in a way that won’t be too much."

Hyunjin lifts the pillow off his face and turns his head toward Felix, eyes narrowing. "Define too much."

Felix hums thoughtfully. "Like, enough that she knows we’re into her, but not so much that she gets overwhelmed and runs away."

Hyunjin twirls his pen lazily. "So no ‘hey baby, let’s go back to our place and make it a throuple tonight’?"

Felix snorts. "Yeah, no. Ease her into it. Be charming. Use our natural chemistry. We are sexy, we are alluring."

Hyunjin smirks. "We are menacing."

Felix winks. "Exactly."

Hyunjin taps the notebook. "We should also find out if she likes poetry. Romantic poetry shit is prime for girls like Y/N."

Felix blinks. "You think?"

Hyunjin grins, reaching for his phone. "Lix, trust me. Girls like her? The soft, shy, kind ones? They melt over romantic poetry. Give her some flowery words, and she’ll be ours before she even realizes."

Felix watches as Hyunjin starts scrolling through classic poetry collections, his dark hair falling into his face as he smirks.

Felix grins to himself. "You’re fucking dangerous."

Felix walks into the dance studio with Hyunjin in tow, his usual bright energy tempered only slightly by the plastic container clutched in one hand. The smell of caramel and chocolate drifts faintly from the tub, and he beams at the thought of presenting his little offering to you.

The studio is quiet, save for the faint hum of the air vents and the creak of rigging. And then they see you. You’re perched high in the aerial hoop, your legs hooked securely over the metal, your body poised as if weightless. The second you spot them, there’s no hesitation, no graceful climb down, no careful descent. You simply let go.

Felix’s heart fucking stops.

You drop, free-falling through the air like gravity is nothing, like the laws of physics don’t apply to you, and just when Felix is about to have a fucking heart attack, you hit the safety mat with fluid ease, rolling seamlessly to your feet in one smooth motion.

Felix lets out a strangled noise and immediately slaps one hand over his eyes. "Fucking hell, woman!"

Hyunjin, meanwhile, lets out an appreciative whistle. "Damn," he mutters.

You brush off your leggings, smiling softly as you greet them. "Hey, guys."

Felix, still reeling, drops his hand from his eyes and jabs a finger at you. "You can't just do that!"

You tilt your head, blinking at him in confusion. "Do what?"

"Scare me into an early grave!" Felix huffs, still clutching his Tupperware tub like a lifeline.

Hyunjin snickers, nudging him. "Relax, babe, she knows what she’s doing."

You nod, amusement flickering in your gaze. "I do it all the time."

Felix groans. "Great. Cool. Love that for my fucking blood pressure." Then he thrusts the container forward. "Anyway, I made you salted caramel brownies."

Your eyes widen slightly as you take the tub from him, handling it like it’s something precious. "Oh, thank you," you say. "You didn’t have to."

Felix grins. "Wanted to."

Hyunjin watches the exchange, eyes sharp as ever, before he casually leans against the nearest barre. "So, do you read? I need some recommendations."

You perk up slightly, shifting the tub of brownies in your arms. "Yeah, I like poetry."

Hyunjin hums, sharing a quick glance with Felix that you don’t catch. Bingo.

You set the brownies down carefully, then step toward the harnesses, pulling them from the hooks on the wall. "Ready to get started?"

Felix grins. "Strap me in, baby."

Once they’re both secured in their harnesses, they let you guide them through the next steps, demonstrating different movements in the hoop with practised ease. You explain the importance of balance, of tension, of keeping their core engaged, all while effortlessly moving through poses that make it look so damn easy.

It’s not. Felix and Hyunjin struggle at first, laughing at their own flailing attempts, but they’re quick learners, determined to keep up.

The whole time, they soft-flirt. Felix, grinning as he swings slightly, says, "I think you’re just showing off now, princess."

You blink at him, lips parting slightly before you quickly lower your gaze.

Hyunjin, hanging upside down for the first time, smirks. "Damn, Y/N. You always this good at making people weak in the knees?"

You freeze for half a second, fingers tightening on the hoop before you glance away. Felix exchanges a look with Hyunjin. Oh, this is fun.

Later, as you help Felix adjust his grip, his fingers brushing against yours, he flashes his brightest smile. "You got the prettiest hands, you know that?"

You stare at him for a long moment before blinking and looking down, clearing your throat softly.

Hyunjin chuckles under his breath. "Adorable."

By the end of the session, it’s clear, you’re not used to being flirted with like this. Not by them. And that? That just makes the game even better.

You sit cross-legged on Jisung’s bed, hands resting in your lap as you look between him and Minho with the kind of seriousness usually reserved for life-or-death situations. "I need you to teach me how to flirt," you say.

Jisung’s eyes light up instantly. "Gladly!"

You shake your head, pointing directly at Minho. "Not you. Him."

Jisung gapes at you, clutching his chest in exaggerated betrayal. "What the fuck?!"

Minho grins, stretching his arms above his head like he’s just been called in for his moment of glory. "Oh, sweetheart, get ready for me to turn you into a fucking succubus."

Jisung groans, flopping backwards dramatically. "This is bullshit!"

Minho pats his thigh condescendingly. "She needs guidance that you can’t give her, baby."

Jisung sits up, squinting at you. "Wait. Hold on. Rewind. Who are you flirting with?"

You tilt your head slightly, lips twitching. "Your eomma."

Jisung sucks in a breath, his face twisting. "Bitch. The worst part is you could probably turn my eomma gay."

Minho snorts, shaking his head. "Okay, let’s focus. Flirt with me."

Jisung raises an eyebrow. "Min, baby, I don’t know if you remember, but you’re gay."

Minho waves a hand dismissively. "It’s for science." He turns back to you. "Come on. Woo me."

You stare at him for a second, then sigh. "I don’t know how."

Minho smirks, shifting closer. "That’s why I’m teaching you," He studies you for a moment, then hums. "You already have a massive advantage."

Jisung scoffs. "Yeah, she’s fucking hot."

Minho snaps his fingers. "Exactly. And on top of that, she’s got that whole soft, sweet, shy thing going on. You know what that means?"

Jisung smirks. "That’s why everyone thinks you like them."

Your mouth opens slightly in surprise. "Wait, what?"

Minho nods sagely. "You’re too soft-spoken and polite for your own good. Guys see the way you lower your eyes when you talk, the way you tuck your hair behind your ear, and they assume shit."

Jisung snorts. "She literally has it down to an art by accident."

Minho places a hand on his chest. "I am the expert here, Ji, shhh." He turns back to you. "Alright, so flirting. First things first, lean into the shyness. Play into it. Flutter those pretty lashes, soften your voice, act like you don’t even realize how fucking tempting you are."

You frown. "That’s how I always act."

Jisung claps his hands. "See?! This is what I mean."

Minho smirks. "You’ve been driving people insane without even trying. But now? Now we weaponize it."

Jisung sighs dramatically and turns to the side, staring at his mouldy soju bottle. "I’m just gonna talk to Dobby. No one needs me anymore."

Minho ignores him. "Okay, I’m going out on a limb here and assuming you are not dominant."

Jisung cackles and you shake your head immediately. "No."

Minho grins. "Perfect. Then we tailor your flirting to be all soft and submissive."

You nod slowly, starting to see his logic. "Okay."

Minho leans in slightly, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "The key," he says, "is keeping that sweet, innocent voice while saying absolute filthy shit."

You swallow. "Like what?"

Minho smirks. "Say this to me. ‘You’re so strong. I bet you could do anything you wanted to me, and I wouldn’t even stop you.’"

You inhale sharply but steady yourself. Slowly, you lower your eyes, flutter your lashes, and soften your voice into something dangerous.

"You’re so strong," you murmur, letting the words slip out like honey. "I bet you could do anything you wanted to me, and I wouldn’t even stop you."

The room falls silent. Minho stares at you, completely still and Jisung’s mouth falls open. "Holy fuck."

Minho exhales slowly. "I might not be fully gay."

Jisung wheezes. "Fucking hell."

Minho clears his throat, snapping himself back to reality. "Okay. Jesus. Yeah. That’ll work."

Jisung still looks partially like he’s been struck by lightning. "Honestly, she’d be better off talking about that smutty romance poetry she reads."

Minho raises an eyebrow. "Oh?"

You hesitate for a moment, then reach into your bag, pulling out a well-worn book. You hand it to Minho.

He flips it open, skimming through a few pages before whistling lowly. "Damn, sweetheart. You really are dangerous."

Minho exhales slowly, eyes still scanning the poetry book in his hands. Then, as if something clicks in his head, he snaps the book shut and looks up at Jisung.

"Ji, baby, can you run downstairs and grab the wine? Smutty romance poetry requires wine."

Jisung perks up immediately, pleased to finally be included again. "Oh, fuck yeah. I’m on it." He hops up from the bed, already making a beeline for the door. "Be back in five!"

The second the door shuts behind him, Minho leans in, his expression sharp and conspiratorial. "Okay," he says in a low voice, "we have about five minutes for me to teach you how to flirt with Felix and Hyunjin, so get fucking ready."

You don’t even question how Minho figured it out. Of course, he did. He’s Minho. Instead, you just nod, sitting up straighter, hands resting in your lap like an eager student ready to take notes.

Minho grins, satisfied. "Good. You’re fucking perfect for this, you know that?"

You blink at him. "What?"

He waves a hand. "Felix and Hyunjin? Both dominant. That’s why they like a third who’s soft. Submissive. Sweet. Which is why you are perfect. You don’t even have to fake shit, you just have to lean into it."

You chew on your lip for a moment. "So… how do I flirt with them?"

Minho smirks. "It’s all about contrast, sweetheart. They’re used to taking charge, right? So what you do is let them. Make them feel powerful, make them want to take care of you. You don’t have to say much, you just have to react the right way."

You tilt your head. "React?"

Minho hums. "With Hyunjin, it’s eye contact. Hold it just a little too long. Not in a challenging way, in a trusting way. Like you’re looking at him like he already owns you."

You shift slightly, processing the thought. "Like I believe in him?"

Minho grins, tapping his nose. "Exactly. That man lives for that shit. He wants to be needed, wants to feel like he’s guiding someone. So you let him. Nod when he speaks, let him touch you first, act like the ground isn’t solid unless he’s keeping you steady."

You exhale slowly. "That’s oddly poetic."

Minho snorts. "Yeah, well, you’re about to be Hyunjin’s favourite fucking poem if you pull it off."

You swallow, your heart thudding slightly faster at the idea. "And Felix?"

Minho grins. "Felix is tactile. You lean into that. Touch him, reach for his hand when he’s talking, let him be close. He loves affection. But the trick is? Let him be the one to get greedy."

You frown slightly. "What do you mean?"

Minho smirks. "Be soft, be warm, but just out of reach. Make him close the gap. Lean just far enough away that he has to follow. He’s like a fucking cat, he wants to be the one to come to you."

Something clicks in your brain, and suddenly all of Felix’s behaviour makes sense. The way he lingers, the way he pulls at the smallest openings for affection.

Minho watches you absorb the information, his grin widening. "Damn, you’re quick."

You shake your head, slightly breathless. "I never realized-"

"You weren’t meant to realize," Minho interrupts. "That’s what makes it fucking perfect."

Before you can respond, the door swings open again, and Jisung struts in, holding a bottle of wine in one hand and three mismatched mugs in the other.

"We drink like peasants tonight!" he announces proudly.

Minho immediately relaxes back into the bed, flipping the poetry book open again. You mimic him, both of you suddenly looking as though you’ve been deeply absorbed in literature this entire time.

Jisung squints at you both as he sets the wine and mugs down. "Why do I feel like you were up to some shit?"

Minho doesn’t even look up. "Ji, sweetheart, shut the fuck up and pour the wine."

Jisung hums as he uncorks the wine, tilting the bottle with exaggerated precision as he pours deep red liquid into the three mismatched mugs. One of them has World’s Okayest Student scrawled across it in fading block letters, another has a faint lipstick stain from some previous owner, and the third is surprisingly plain compared to the chaos of the others.

He hands you your mug with a wink before plopping himself onto the bed between you and Minho, taking a long sip like a seasoned connoisseur before immediately grimacing. "Tastes like fucking fermented regret."

Minho snorts, swirling his own mug. "Yeah, well, that’s what you get for stealing from Chan’s bottom shelf stash. You think he’s splurging on the good shit for a house full of degenerates?"

Jisung shrugs. "Tastes better than convenience store soju."

"Debatable," you murmur, taking a careful sip, letting the bitterness settle on your tongue before reaching for the poetry book.

Minho glances at you, amused. "Alright, sweetheart. Enlighten us. What’s so filthy about this book?"

You flip open to a random page and clear your throat, eyes skimming over the words before reciting, voice soft yet steady, "Take me as the night takes the stars, without hesitation, without mercy. Let me be the gasp between your teeth, the ache in your fingertips, the cry in your throat as you carve your name into the temple of my skin."

Minho exhales slowly, blinking at you. "This is the most eloquent written porn I’ve ever heard."

You grin, tracing the words with the tip of your finger. "Yeah, it’s classy porn."

Jisung lets out a breathless laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "You were born to be fucking Victorian nobility or something."

Your grin widens as you lift your mug to your lips. "What can I say? I have taste."

Minho smirks, leaning in slightly. "You do realize this is like historical whore literature, right?"

Jisung gasps dramatically. "Oh my god, you’re a literary slut."

You roll your eyes, laughing. "Shut up."

Minho grins against the rim of his mug. "You know what’s funny? This entire book is basically a blueprint for seduction."

Jisung raises an eyebrow. "Oh? And what the fuck do you need seduction tips for, babe? You already have me."

Minho sips his wine. "Doesn’t hurt to be educated."

Jisung narrows his eyes at him suspiciously. "You are up to something."

Minho smiles. "Drink your wine, baby."

Jisung glares at him but obediently takes another sip, groaning immediately after. "This tastes like bad decisions."

Minho clinks his mug against yours. "A toast," he announces. "To classy porn and the fact that Y/N could probably read this out loud in a lecture hall and have people slipping out of their seats."

"Fucking hell, I hate how accurate that is."

Felix and Hyunjin stroll into the dance studio like they own the place, confidence radiating off them in waves. Felix has his usual easy-going grin, dimples on full display, while Hyunjin’s sharp eyes scan the room, landing on you almost immediately.

You’re stretching near the rigging, adjusting the wraps on your hands with methodical precision. The white sleeveless turtleneck you’re wearing hugs your frame perfectly, highlighting the curve of your waist, while the pink yoga shorts show off the strength in your legs.

Your black-and-white-streaked hair is messily clipped up, a few loose strands framing your face, and your makeup, as always, is flawless, winged liner sharp enough to kill, lips glossy and soft.

Felix lets out a low whistle. "Damn, princess, you’re trying to kill us today, huh?"

Hyunjin smirks, stepping closer, eyes dragging down your body before meeting your gaze again. "She knows exactly what she’s doing."

You feel heat crawl up your spine, but you keep your expression soft, blinking up at them through your lashes as Minho taught you as Felix hands you the harnesses, grinning. "Strap us in, baby."

You take the harness from him, stepping forward to help secure it around his waist. As your fingers work over the straps, tightening them just enough, you let them graze against Felix’s stomach, lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

Felix’s breath catches and you look up at him, eyes wide and innocent. "Too tight?"

Felix swallows thickly. "No, it’s good."

Hyunjin watches with sharp amusement, lips twitching. You move to him next, adjusting his harness with the same deliberate care. This time, when you lean in, you make sure your breath ghosts over the side of his neck, just barely noticeable.

Hyunjin’s fingers twitch where they rest on his thighs.

"Okay," you murmur, stepping back like nothing happened. "Ready?"

Hyunjin clears his throat. "Yeah."

Felix laughs, shaking his head. "You’re dangerous."

You blink. "What do you mean?"

Felix looks at Hyunjin. "She knows exactly what she’s doing."

You tilt your head slightly, letting the corners of your lips twitch into something just shy of a smile. "Do I?"

Felix groans. "Oh, fuck."

Hyunjin mutters, "We're so fucked."

You bite back a laugh as you step toward the rigging, pressing the button that lifts the hoops into the air. Felix and Hyunjin follow, getting adjusted as they begin moving, testing their balance.

"You guys are getting better," you say softly, watching them settle.

Felix grins, flipping himself into a more relaxed position. "Oh, yeah?"

You nod, tilting your chin up slightly. "Mmhmm. More control. More strength. More confidence." You let your voice drop just a little, just enough to sound teasing. "It’s really nice to watch."

Hyunjin almost falls out of the fucking hoop and Felix lets out a strangled laugh, gripping the metal tighter. "Holy shit."

You blink at them, feigning innocence. "Something wrong?"

Felix stares at you, mouth parted slightly. "Nope. Nothing at all."

Hyunjin just breathes, "Oh, fuck me."

Felix laughs breathlessly, shaking his head before glancing at Hyunjin. Then, without even hesitating, he turns back to you and grins. "Go on a date with us," he says. "We’ll plan it. You just need to show up and have a good time."

Your heart skips, but you keep your expression soft. Then, slowly, you nod.

Felix lights up. "Oh, fuck yeah."

Hyunjin exhales, looking like he just won the goddamn lottery. "This is gonna be fun."

Felix and Hyunjin peek their heads into Minho’s room, eyes darting around like two kids about to get caught sneaking into the teacher’s lounge. Minho, who is lounging on his bed with his laptop balanced on his stomach, barely glances up before sighing.

"Jisung's at a lecture," he mutters. "You're fine."

That’s all the confirmation they need. They immediately shuffle inside, Felix closing the door behind them like he’s sealing off some top-secret mission. "We need your help," Felix announces, flopping dramatically onto the bed beside Minho.

Minho doesn’t look impressed. "Distracting Jisung while you two go on a date with Y/N?"

Hyunjin raises an eyebrow. "Yep."

Minho hums, eyes flicking between them. Then, after a long pause, he smirks. "Pay up."

Felix frowns. "What?"

Minho sits up, shutting his laptop with a casual flick of his wrist. "If it was Y/N asking me, I’d do it for free. But you two fuckers? No way."

Hyunjin crosses his arms. "How much?"

Minho taps his chin thoughtfully. "Hundred thousand won. Then I can take Jisung out for dinner while you two are with his best friend."

Hyunjin doesn’t hesitate. "Done."

Felix sighs dramatically. "We just got fucking extorted."

Minho grins. "I prefer the term paid for my valuable services."

Hyunjin rolls his eyes but pulls out his phone, sending over the money without even blinking. "There. You’re so welcome."

Minho hums, satisfied, then stretches like a cat. "Alright, now what?"

Felix leans forward. "Min, help us figure out a date."

Minho lets out the longest suffering sigh, tilting his head back against the headboard. "Fine." He cracks an eye open. "No fancy restaurants. Not her scene at all."

Felix nods. "Okay, actual ideas, not just 'no’s, please."

Minho smirks, sitting up properly this time. "She likes stars. There's the planetarium where you can rent out a private room that projects constellations on the ceiling. Make a cute little picnic, take her there, and bam, there you go."

Felix stares at him in awe. "I fucking love you."

Minho smirks. "I know." But then, his expression shifts, darkens. His gaze sharpens as he levels them with a look so deadly serious it actually sends a shiver down Felix’s spine. "But you two hurt her or upset her?"

He leans in slightly, voice dropping to something dangerous.

"I will de-ball you both."

Felix swallows. "Message received, right, Hyun?"

Hyunjin nods solemnly. "Message fucking received."

Minho holds their gazes for a few seconds longer before he beams, all traces of threat vanishing like they never existed. "Good boys."

Felix exhales. "Jesus fucking Christ."

Hyunjin just mutters, "He’s terrifying."

Minho grins. "And don’t you forget it."

You’re rifling through your closet, pulling out options and tossing them onto your bed, lips pressed together in thought. You’re not sure how long you’ve been standing here, staring at the growing pile of rejected outfits, but it’s long enough that you’re starting to wonder if you even own clothes that qualify as date-worthy.

Then there’s a knock at your apartment door.

You hesitate for a second before closing the closet, brushing off imaginary lint from your leggings as you make your way to the door. When you swing it open, you’re met with Jeongin and Seungmin.

They stand there casually, like this is something they do all the time. Jeongin, hands shoved in the pockets of his hoodie, rocks on his heels, while Seungmin adjusts the strap of the backpack slung over his shoulder.

You blink at them. "Jeongin and Seungmin, right?"

They both nod.

"Can I help you?"

Jeongin grins. "Minho sent me to help you find an outfit for your date!"

Seungmin sighs dramatically, shaking his head. "And I was sent to babysit Jeongin, in case he ended up fucking your neighbour before he got here."

Your eyebrows lift slightly. "Ms. Seok is forty-five."

Seungmin nods. "Jeongin does not care."

Jeongin pouts. "Hey, fuck you. I have standards."

Seungmin deadpans. "You fucked a girl in the coat closet at a house party because she had a nice voice."

Jeongin crosses his arms. "She did have a nice voice."

You shake your head, stifling a laugh before stepping aside. "Come in."

Jeongin immediately heads toward your bedroom like he owns the place, pushing open the door and surveying the pile of clothes you’d already pulled out with a critical eye.

Seungmin, on the other hand, pauses near the kitchen. "You got anything to drink?"

You gesture toward the fridge. "Booze on the bottom shelf."

Seungmin tilts his head, considering you for a moment before nodding. "I like you."

You grin. "Thanks?"

Seungmin pulls open the fridge, eyes lighting up when he spots a half-empty bottle of soju. "Oh, hell yeah."

Jeongin hums as he rifles through your closet, occasionally letting out a pleased noise whenever he comes across something he likes. He pulls out a sequined dress at one point, holds it up to the light, then shakes his head and shoves it back in.

"Your closet is to die for," he mutters, shifting through the hangers with a keen eye. "And yet, whenever you're at the frat, you're in sweatpants."

Seungmin and you step into your bedroom just in time to hear that, and Seungmin snorts, leaning against your doorframe. "And Felix, Hyunjin, Chan, and Changbin drool like horny goblins anyway."

You roll your eyes, sitting on the edge of your bed. "I hang out with Jisung and Minho. It’s not like I’m dressing up to impress them."

Jeongin turns away from the closet, flipping his hair dramatically. "And yet, the slutty little men you’re going on a date with?" He gestures vaguely. "You’ll dress up for them?"

You cross your arms. "You literally just said I only wear sweatpants at the frat. Which means I won’t go on a date in sweatpants"

Jeongin gasps. "A fair point."

Seungmin rolls his eyes. "Just pick the damn outfit, fashionista."

Jeongin grins, then dives back into the closet like a man on a mission. Within seconds, he pulls out a black and blue tartan mini skirt, a pair of knee-high black platform boots, and a sleek black corset top with long sleeves that cinches at the waist. He spins around and holds them up like a proud parent showing off their child.

"This is your outfit," he announces. "Now go get changed so I can do your hair and makeup."

You stare at him for a long moment before turning to Seungmin, who doesn’t even hesitate before saying, "He’s a bossy little bitch. He’s on a power trip because he’s older than you."

Jeongin gasps, clutching his chest like he’s been mortally wounded. "Excuse me?! I am an artist."

Seungmin sips from the bottle of soju he stole from your fridge. "You’re a menace."

You shake your head, grabbing the outfit from Jeongin’s outstretched hands before heading toward your bathroom. "I swear to god, if I come out and you’ve somehow rearranged my closet, I’m locking you out."

Jeongin smirks. "No promises."

You sigh, closing the bathroom door behind you. The things you put up with.

You step out of the bathroom, the heavy click of your platform boots against the wooden floor drawing Jeongin and Seungmin’s attention immediately.

Jeongin, sprawled across your bed like he owns it, takes one look at you and gasps, hand flying to his chest. "Yes! Boobs are boobing, waist is waisting-"

Seungmin smacks the back of his head before he can continue. "Shut the fuck up and help the girl, pabo."

Jeongin pouts, rubbing his head, but immediately waves you over. "Come, sit. My work here is not yet done."

You settle into the chair he pulls out, letting him position you in front of your vanity mirror. He studies your reflection with the intense scrutiny of an artist before turning to Seungmin. "Hair. Up or down?"

Seungmin tilts his head, eyeing you thoughtfully. "Up, but with some loose strands."

Jeongin nods like he’s just received divine inspiration. "Agreed. Let’s get to work."

You sit still as he gathers your hair, nimble fingers securing it into a styled updo, leaving soft, loose strands framing your face. He fluffs them lightly, tilting his head as he studies his work. "Perfect."

Then he reaches for your makeup bag, pulling out what he needs with an expert’s precision. "Alright, gorgeous, time to make you a literal goddess."

He works quickly but carefully, blending, dabbing, and perfecting every little detail. He sharpens your eyeliner, darkens the corners of your eyes just enough to give them an alluring depth, and then adds a touch of shimmer, just subtle enough to catch the light when you move.

He steps back, admiring his work before grabbing a tube of gloss. "And now for the finishing touch." He swipes the gloss over your lips, then grins at his reflection in the mirror. "Oh, I am too good."

Seungmin, now sitting on your bed, gives you an approving nod. "Alright. You look hot. They’re gonna lose their fucking minds."

Jeongin smirks, twirling the gloss in his fingers. "Mission accomplished."

You step out of your apartment, the cool evening air brushing against your skin as you turn to wave off Seungmin and Jeongin. They’re climbing into Seungmin’s car, Jeongin leaning out of the passenger seat window with a shit-eating grin.

"Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!" Jeongin calls, wiggling his eyebrows.

Seungmin snorts as he buckles himself in. "That doesn’t rule out much. Really, that’s a tiny fucking list"

You shake your head, smiling as you cross your arms. "Just go already."

Jeongin blows a dramatic kiss before Seungmin pulls off, the car disappearing down the street. You exhale, shaking off the last of your nerves before the low hum of an approaching engine makes your stomach flip.

Hyunjin’s car glides smoothly to a stop in front of you, the sleek black vehicle gleaming under the streetlights. The moment the car stills, the passenger door swings open, and Felix hops out effortlessly, moving with the kind of grace that makes it look intentional.

His smile is bright as he steps around, pulling open the back door for you with a playful bow. "Your chariot awaits, princess."

Your breath catches slightly as you take him in properly. He’s dressed in a black fitted turtleneck layered under a sleek, oversized black blazer that drapes perfectly over his frame. His pants, wide-leg, two-toned cargo-style in beige and brown, cinch at the waist with a black leather belt, accentuating his sharp proportions. His hands, adorned with silver rings, gesture toward the open door as he tilts his head, strands of platinum blond hair falling over his forehead. A black choker necklace rests snugly against his throat, catching the dim glow of the streetlights.

You let out a small breath, suddenly very aware of your own outfit, and how much effort Jeongin had put into choosing it and Felix’s grin widens slightly as if he knows. "Come on, sweetheart. Don’t keep us waiting."

You step forward, sliding into the car, the scent of expensive cologne and leather instantly surrounding you. Felix follows, closing the door behind him as he settles in beside you, the warmth of his body noticeable even with the slight distance between you.

From the driver’s seat, Hyunjin glances at you through the rearview mirror, his dark eyes flicking over your outfit before a slow smirk tugs at his lips. "Fuck."

"What?"

Hyunjin shakes his head, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. "You just look dangerous."

You swallow. "Dangerous?"

Felix laughs, resting an elbow on the centre console as he leans slightly closer. "Yeah, baby. You’re out here dressed to fucking kill."

You glance down at yourself, at the way the black and blue tartan mini skirt hugs your hips, the way the long-sleeve corset top cinches your waist, emphasizing every delicate curve. The knee-high platform boots add height, confidence, a sharp contrast to your usual softness.

Hyunjin’s gaze flicks from you to Felix, then back to the road. "She’s gonna ruin us."

Felix hums, adjusting one of his rings. "Oh, she already fucking is."

Hyunjin shifts slightly in his seat, and for the first time, you get a full view of his outfit. The oversized red cardigan drapes over his frame, the distressed, flame-like pattern adding a touch of recklessness to his otherwise effortless look. Underneath, the fitted black tank top clings to his torso, contrasting with the heavily distressed black jeans that stretch over his long legs.

The rips and frayed details expose hints of skin, silver chains hanging loosely from the belt loops, matching the statement belt cinching his waist. His chunky black combat boots, adorned with silver chains, rest firmly against the floor of the car, completing the effortlessly Hyunjin aesthetic.

You exhale slowly. "You both look nice."

Hyunjin chuckles, shifting gears. "That’s fucking rich, coming from you."

Felix’s fingers tap lightly against your knee, his voice dropping slightly. "Nice is an understatement, sweetheart."

The warmth spreads through your skin at the soft rasp in his tone, but before you can say anything, Hyunjin puts the car into drive. "Buckle up," he murmurs, smirking. "Let’s get this date started."

The car ride is filled with quiet anticipation, the kind of charged silence that hums just beneath the surface, made heavier by the occasional glance Felix sneaks your way and the way Hyunjin’s fingers tap rhythmically against the steering wheel.

Felix keeps shifting beside you, adjusting the large picnic basket resting between his legs, his rings clinking lightly against the woven handle. Every time the car slows for a turn or a red light, he glances over, his dimpled smile never quite fading.

When they finally pull into the lot of the planetarium, the massive glass dome reflecting the city lights in a breathtaking shimmer, you feel a small bubble of excitement rise in your chest. Hyunjin parks smoothly, turning off the engine before stretching slightly, the sleeves of his oversized red cardigan slipping down his arms.

"Come on," Felix says brightly, hopping out of the car first. "We’ve got a room to ourselves, princess."

You step out, the cool evening air brushing against your skin, and follow them inside. The planetarium’s lobby is dimly lit, the faint blue glow of interactive screens casting soft hues onto the marble floors. The receptionist barely looks up as Hyunjin hands over the confirmation email, gesturing for you to head toward the private viewing rooms.

Felix adjusts his grip on the picnic basket, swinging it slightly as he walks beside you. "You ever been to one of these private rooms before?"

You shake your head, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "No, never."

Felix smirks. "Good. You’re in for a fucking treat."

Hyunjin pushes open the door to the room they rented, and the moment you step inside, your breath catches.

The ceiling above you isn’t just a projection of stars, it’s a full, shifting map of constellations, rotating slowly as if the entire universe has been condensed into this one, intimate space. The deep indigo sky is littered with bright specks of light, swirling galaxies stretching across the expanse in stunning clarity.

You exhale, eyes wide as you tilt your head back, completely mesmerized and Hyunjin chuckles, setting down the blanket he’s been carrying. "I knew she’d like it."

Felix grins, setting the picnic basket down before nudging your hip lightly. "You can keep staring, baby, but at least sit down so we can feed you."

You blink, reluctantly pulling your gaze away to look at them. Hyunjin is already spreading out the thick, plush blanket on the floor, smoothing out the edges before plopping down with an easy grace. Felix, ever the perfectionist, is fussing over the arrangement of the picnic basket and its contents, ensuring everything is positioned just right.

Felix glances up and pats the space beside him. "Come sit with us, pretty girl."

Your heart flutters at the softness in his voice, and you lower yourself onto the blanket, smoothing your skirt as you settle in.

Felix grins, flicking open the latch of the picnic basket before dramatically lifting the lid. "Ta-da!"

Inside, an impressive spread of food is neatly packed, sliced fruits, an assortment of cheeses, freshly baked pastries, chocolate-dipped strawberries, small containers of honey and jam, and a bottle of sparkling wine with three glass flutes carefully wrapped in cloth.

You stare at the display, lips parting slightly. "Felix, this is…"

Felix winks. "I do work in culinary, baby."

Hyunjin smirks, popping open the wine. "Yeah, he went a little overboard, but we’re not complaining."

Felix holds up a chocolate-dipped strawberry, his fingers brushing lightly against yours as he smirks. "Eat up, sweetheart. You’re gonna need the energy."

Felix hands you the chocolate-dipped strawberry, his fingers brushing against yours, and you take it with a small, grateful smile. The warmth of their attention lingers on you, both Hyunjin and Felix watching as you bring it to your lips. The moment stretches just a second too long, the weight of their gazes making your skin prickle, before you quickly drop your eyes to the spread of food before you.

Hyunjin pours the sparkling wine into each flute, the soft fizz filling the quiet space. He hands you a glass, then Felix, before lifting his own. “A toast,” he murmurs, voice lazy and smooth. “To our pretty guide through the universe tonight.”

Felix grins, clinking his glass against yours before taking a slow sip. “I like the sound of that.”

You swallow, shifting slightly where you sit. The dim light of the constellations overhead casts their features in a soft, celestial glow, Felix’s freckles illuminated like the stars themselves, Hyunjin’s dark eyes glinting like constellations you’ve studied a thousand times.

Your gaze drifts back up to the ceiling, and something in your chest loosens. “That one,” you say softly, pointing to a cluster of stars near the centre. “That’s Cygnus. The Swan.”

Felix follows your gaze, tilting his head. “Like an actual swan?”

You nod, setting your glass down beside you. “It’s part of the Summer Triangle, along with Vega and Altair. There are a few different myths about it, but my favourite is the one about Zeus and Nemesis.”

Hyunjin leans in slightly, resting an elbow on his knee. “Tell us.”

There’s something about the way he says it, something about how both of them are looking at you, waiting, their focus entirely yours. Your heart stutters, but you push past it.

You clear your throat gently, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “So, in the story, Zeus wanted Nemesis, but she didn’t want anything to do with him. She tried to escape, taking the form of different animals to hide from him, but he kept chasing her. Eventually, she turned into a swan, thinking it would finally throw him off, but Zeus-” You gesture toward the constellation. “-turned into a swan, too. He caught her, and from that, Helen of Troy was born.”

Felix whistles lowly. “Damn. That’s kinda fucked.”

You let out a small laugh. “Most myths are.”

Hyunjin tilts his head, studying the stars above you. “That’s wild, though. A whole constellation just up there, frozen in time because of some messed-up divine love chase.”

You nod, fingers tracing a small circle on the blanket. “That’s why I love them. The stories. Even the tragic ones. It’s like a history written in the sky.”

Felix hums, propping his chin on his palm as he watches you. “I like how you talk about it.”

You blink at him. “What do you mean?”

Hyunjin smirks slightly. “You get all soft when you explain things. It’s cute.”

Your breath hitches slightly, your fingers stilling against the fabric. The compliment settles warm in your chest, unexpected, unguarded.

Felix leans in, voice dropping to something sweeter. “It’s really nice, y’know? The way your voice gets all quiet and careful, like you’re telling us a secret.”

You swallow, shifting slightly. “It’s just something I like.”

Hyunjin’s gaze flickers over your face before he gestures back up. “What’s that one?”

Grateful for the redirection, you follow where he’s pointing. “That’s Cassiopeia.”

Felix raises an eyebrow. “That’s the one that looks like a W, right?”

You nod. “Yeah. She was a queen, but she was arrogant. She said she was more beautiful than the sea nymphs, and it pissed off Poseidon. So, as punishment, he sent a sea monster to destroy her kingdom. The only way to stop it was to sacrifice her daughter, Andromeda.”

Hyunjin scoffs. “Gods are so fucking dramatic.”

Felix grins. “Right? Ruining an entire kingdom just because some lady knew she was hot?”

You smile slightly. “Well, Andromeda didn’t actually die. Perseus saved her, and they fell in love.”

Felix wiggles his eyebrows. “Now that’s a love story.”

Hyunjin nudges your knee lightly. “What about us? You got a constellation for three people?”

Your breath catches slightly at the phrasing, and Hyunjin’s smirk widens like he knows.

You scan the ceiling quickly, mind sorting through the stories you’ve memorized. “Orion,” you say softly, gesturing upward. “It’s one of the most famous ones.”

Felix tilts his head, curious. “What’s the story?”

You hesitate, then smile faintly. “Orion was a great hunter. He was strong, beautiful, and had the favour of the gods. But there was a prophecy that said he’d be killed by something weaker than him. He laughed it off, until one day, a tiny scorpion stung him, and he died. The gods placed him in the sky, and Scorpius, the scorpion, was placed on the opposite side of the sky, so they’d never have to see each other again.”

Hyunjin lets out a low chuckle. “Felix is Orion.”

Felix gasps. “What?! Why am I Orion?”

Hyunjin grins. “Because you’re strong, beautiful, and a little too cocky for your own good.”

Felix groans, dramatically throwing himself back onto the blanket. “This is slander.”

You laugh, covering your mouth.

Hyunjin watches you, his smirk softening into something gentler. “She likes that.”

Felix perks up, turning to you with wide, expectant eyes. “You like bullying me?”

You shake your head quickly. “No! I just-”

Felix reaches out, gently tugging on the loose strand of hair framing your face. “I like when you laugh.”

The air shifts slightly, the warmth curling through your stomach.

Hyunjin leans in just a little, watching you closely. “So tell us more.”

Felix nods, tilting his head. “Yeah, princess. Tell us all your favourite stories.”

And so you do. You talk, and they listen. Hanging onto every word.

The sizzling sound of meat hitting the grill fills the air, the rich scent of beef and garlic-heavy marinades wrapping around them like a comforting embrace. Jisung sits across from Minho in their favourite BBQ restaurant, chopsticks twirling idly in his fingers as he studies his boyfriend with narrowed eyes.

"Not that I’m complaining," he says, plucking a piece of pork belly from the grill and dipping it into sesame oil, "but why the sudden date night?"

Minho, the picture of nonchalance, flips a piece of beef with precise movements, watching it char perfectly before answering. "What? I can’t just want to spoil my boyfriend?"

Jisung squints, chewing slowly as he leans forward. "You can. But I know you. And you, my love, are full of shit."

Minho scoffs, clicking his tongue. "Wow, okay. Accusations already? We just started eating."

Jisung tilts his head, not buying it for a second. "What are you hiding?"

Minho’s eyes stay firmly on the grill. "Nothing!"

Jisung narrows his eyes further. "You’re lying."

"No, I’m not."

"Yes, you fucking are."

Minho lets out a short laugh, shaking his head as he picks up a perfectly cooked piece of meat and places it on Jisung’s plate. "Eat, baby."

Jisung glares at him but eats it anyway because free food. The silence stretches for a moment as Minho continues tending to the grill with his usual precision, flipping and cutting the meat with expert hands.

Jisung watches him for a long moment before sighing dramatically. "Fine. No blowjobs for a month."

Minho doesn’t even flinch. He just nods, completely unaffected. "Okay."

Jisung gapes at him. "The fuck?!"

Minho shrugs. "What?"

"No protest?! No nothing?!"

Minho picks up his own chopsticks, calmly plucking a piece of grilled mushroom and popping it into his mouth. "Nope."

Jisung slams his chopsticks down. "You’re hiding something, you fucking rat."

Minho, completely unbothered, takes a sip of his beer. "I’m really not."

Jisung crosses his arms. "Two months."

For the first time, Minho’s eye twitches. It’s subtle, barely noticeable, but Jisung sees it.

"Aha!" Jisung points an accusatory finger at him. "That was a fucking tell!"

Minho takes another sip of his beer, his fingers tapping lightly against the bottle, jaw clenching ever so slightly. "It was not."

"It fucking was!"

"No, it wasn’t."

Jisung leans back, smirking now. "Two months, baby."

Minho exhales slowly, setting his bottle down a little too carefully. "You’re so fucking annoying."

"And you’re fucking hiding something."

Minho picks up a lettuce wrap, stuffing it into Jisung’s mouth before he can say anything else. "Chew, my love."

Jisung glares but obeys, still chewing when Minho suddenly speaks again. "Fine. Two months? Whatever. Do your worst. Sweetheart, I can outlast you."

Jisung stares at him and Minho stares back.

Jisung shifts in his seat. "You’re bluffing."

Minho smiles. "Am I?"

Jisung swallows. "You’re bluffing."

Minho doesn’t blink. "Try me."

Jisung’s hands tighten around his chopsticks. "You’re a monster."

Minho hums, picking up another piece of meat. "And you’re an idiot who made a bet you can’t win."

Jisung’s entire body stiffens. He sets his chopsticks down with deliberate precision, eyes locking onto Minho’s with newfound determination. "No dick sucking for three months."

Minho, who had been reaching for his beer, pauses mid-motion. His eyes flick up, and for the first time, there’s a flicker of something that isn’t cocky amusement. "Jisung."

Jisung smirks. "Yeah?"

Minho lets out a slow breath, setting the beer down without taking a sip. "Felix and Hyunjin are on a date with Y/N."

Jisung stops breathing.

Minho tilts his head. "I can’t not have my dick sucked for three months. That’s just cruel of you."

Jisung wheezes. His chair scrapes against the floor as he grabs the edge of the table, knuckles white. "Oh my fucking god, I’m gonna pass out."

Minho smirks, poking at the grill with his tongs like this is just a normal conversation. "Breathe, baby."

"SHE NEEDS A CHAPERONE," Jisung practically shrieks, gripping the table like he’s about to flip it. "What the fuck were you thinking?!"

Minho sighs, flipping a piece of pork belly. "That your best friend should be allowed to be wined, dined, and double cream pied in peace."

Jisung gags. Loudly.

Minho doesn’t even blink. "You okay, baby?"

Jisung’s entire face twists in horror. "I am going to fucking die."

"Dramatic," Minho hums, plucking a perfectly cooked piece of meat and placing it on his plate.

Jisung slaps a hand over his forehead. "Minho, she is too soft for those two degenerates!"

Minho shrugs, sipping his beer. "She’s got them wrapped around her little fucking finger. They’re the ones in danger, honestly."

Jisung groans, shoving a piece of meat into his mouth aggressively. "I hate everything."

Minho smiles. "I know, baby."

Hyunjin parks the car smoothly in the frat house driveway, the soft purr of the engine dying down as the three of you sit in a comfortable, lingering silence. The date had been perfect, from the soft glow of the constellations above you to the way Felix and Hyunjin had kept you warm between them, stealing little touches and lingering glances. Even now, your skin still tingles from their attention, the warmth of their presence settling into you like a second skin.

But the peace doesn’t last. Because standing in the driveway, waiting like a furious little housewife, is Jisung. In a bathrobe. With his hair wrapped in a towel. Tapping his slipper-covered foot against the pavement, arms crossed so tightly across his chest that he looks like he’s physically restraining himself from launching into orbit.

Felix is the first to react, his grip tightening slightly on your thigh as he lets out a low whistle. "Oh, shit."

You blink, watching the sheer rage radiating off Jisung like an impending storm. "It’s fine," you murmur, completely calm. "If he says anything, just tell him you’ll tell his eomma his nipples are pierced."

Felix stares at you like you’ve just handed him the fucking Ark of the Covenant. "You beautiful little genius."

You smile just slightly, and before you can even process what’s happening, Felix is leaning in, pressing his lips against yours in an excited, impulsive kiss. It’s warm, eager, and filled with so much amusement that you can’t help but kiss him back, fingers tangling briefly in the fabric of his blazer.

From the driver’s seat, Hyunjin watches through the rearview mirror, his smirk widening. "God, that’s hot."

Jisung gasps, his hands flying up to clutch his chest like a scandalized Victorian widow. "Disgusting! Stop that!"

Felix pulls away with a lazy grin, licking his lips as he winks at Jisung. "What? You jealous, Ji? You wanna kiss me too?"

Jisung screeches, whipping around to point aggressively at Minho, who is now standing on the front porch, leaning against the doorframe like he’s been waiting for this entire fucking moment.

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" Jisung yells, eyes wild. "You taught her how to FLIRT!"

Minho just smirks, crossing his arms. "Damn right, I did."

Felix grins as he tugs you closer, still buzzing from the high of your kiss. You’re barely out of the car when Hyunjin suddenly stretches, rolls his shoulders, then tilts his head at you with that telltale smirk.

"My turn," he murmurs, stepping in close before you can even register what’s happening.

His fingers tilt your chin up, and then he’s kissing you, soft at first, a gentle press of lips that lingers just enough to send warmth curling through your chest. But then his other hand slides around your waist, pulling you closer, and the kiss deepens. There’s something entirely Hyunjin about it, slow and teasing, the kind of kiss that leaves no room for anything else in your mind except for him.

"AAAAAHHHHH!"

Jisung’s horrified shriek shatters the moment, echoing through the entire front yard. "DISGUSTING! NO! I AM BEING HAUNTED IN REAL TIME!" He dramatically slaps both hands over his eyes, spinning away from the sight like it physically burns him. "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?"

Felix, still breathless from watching the kiss, immediately starts cackling, doubling over in laughter as Minho sips his tea, giggling behind the rim. "I love this movie," Minho murmurs, eyes crinkling with amusement.

Hyunjin pulls back, licking his lips, looking very pleased with himself as he watches you process what just happened. "Yeah," he says smugly, "that was a good one."

Jisung makes a high-pitched, dying animal noise. "STOP IT! STOP SPEAKING! I CAN STILL SEE IT IN MY BRAIN!"

Felix wipes at his eyes, still grinning as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. "Suck it up, buttercup," he teases. "Your best friend? She’s our girlfriend now. Right, baby?*"

You blink, turning to him, caught off guard by the casual way he says it. "That was such a romantic way of asking," you say dryly.

Felix’s grin widens. "Well?"

"Okay."

Felix’s dimples pop as he beams, and Hyunjin, who has been watching you closely, grins, eyes lighting up.

Jisung shrieks. Again. "NO! I REFUSE! UNDO IT! UNSAY IT! I’M NOT LISTENING!" He covers his ears, spinning in place like a malfunctioning NPC. "THIS DID NOT HAPPEN!"

The frat house door slams open, and Chan and Changbin poke their heads out, both squinting into the dim light. "Oh, come the fuck on!" Chan yells, arms thrown up.

Changbin scowls. "Are you fucking serious?"

Felix raises an eyebrow. "What?"

Chan groans. "You two were already in a fucking relationship! And now you’ve snatched up Y/N too?"

Changbin crosses his arms. "Do you two ever leave anything for the rest of us?"

Hyunjin smirks, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Nope."

Felix nods in agreement. "Not even a little bit."

Jisung groans, yanking the towel off his head and throwing it to the ground in despair. "I hate everything about tonight."

Minho sips his tea. "I love everything about tonight."

Changbin crosses his arms. "This is some bullshit."

"Cry about it," Hyunjin murmurs, kissing the top of your head.

Chan groans. "Unfair. Un-fucking-fair."

You smile softly, warmth spreading through you as Felix squeezes your shoulder.

"Too bad, hyungs," Felix teases. "She’s ours now."

Jisung groans loudly as you slot yourself between Felix and Hyunjin, their arms immediately wrapping around you like you belong there because apparently, you fucking do now.

"This is a nightmare," Jisung mutters, rubbing his temples like he’s getting the worst migraine of his life. "An actual, living nightmare."

Felix grins, resting his chin on your shoulder, while Hyunjin presses a casual kiss to the top of your head, clearly basking in the chaos. "Love you too, Ji," Felix sing-songs, his fingers idly toying with the hem of your skirt.

Jisung points an accusatory finger at him. "YOU shut the fuck up before I start throwing hands!"

Felix only laughs, dimples on full display as he tightens his hold around you. "What’s got you so upset, Ji? You jealous?"

"I AM NOT JEALOUS!" Jisung shrieks, throwing his hands in the air. "I am CONCERNED! And BETRAYED! And-" He turns sharply toward Minho. "THIS IS STILL YOUR FAULT!"

Minho, sipping his tea like this is the most entertainment he’s had in years, raises an eyebrow. "Oh? My fault?"

"YES!" Jisung jabs a finger at him. "You fucking taught her how to flirt and now she’s out here, batting her pretty little eyes at TWO WHORE DEMONS!"

Hyunjin gasps dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. "Wow, Jisung. Whore demons? That’s so rude."

"Well, it’s not wrong, is it?!" Jisung shouts.

Chan groans from the porch, running a hand through his already messy hair. "So you two stop being whores and immediately get a hot girlfriend?"

Felix snorts. "Sounds about right."

Changbin crosses his arms, glaring. "That’s fucking unfair."

Felix hums, resting his weight against you. "We must have racked up some good karma in our past lives."

Changbin scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Good, because the pair of you better be fucking ugly in your next life."

Hyunjin smirks, tilting his head. "Impossible."

Jisung shrieks louder. "YOU GUYS ARE THE WORST!"

Minho, sipping his tea in pure, unfiltered amusement, hums. "This is the best day of my life."

Jisung whirls on him, face twisted in horror. "You enabled this. You encouraged this."

Minho shrugs. "I set my friend up for success. Sue me."

Jisung groans, stomping his slipper-covered foot against the driveway. "Oh my fucking god, I hate everyone."

Felix leans in, grinning. "Not us, right, Ji?"

Jisung screams into his hands.

Chan groans, rubbing at his temples. "I need a drink."

Changbin nods. "Same."

Hyunjin kisses the top of your head again, murmuring just for you to hear, "You still good, pretty girl?"

You nod softly, warmth curling in your chest at the way they hold you between them like something precious. "I’m good."

Felix smiles against your shoulder. "Yeah, baby, you are."

Minho, still drinking his fucking tea, watches the chaos with pure satisfaction. "God, I love my life."

Jisung groans louder.

And as the night stretches on, the world filled with bickering, teasing, and chaotic found-family bullshit, you realize, you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

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bbokicidal · 4 months ago

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Masked Pleasures | OT8 [+ Halloween Surprise!] [SKZ]

Notes : My little apology for discontinuing the Kinktober series for this month. I hope you enjoy !!

Warnings : MDNI (18+ Content), mask kink, double penetration. That's all I can really think of right now.

Pairings : OT8 x Reader (Individually), Jeongin/Chan x Reader, Seungmin/Minho x Reader, Jisung/Felix x Reader, Changbin/Hyunjin x Reader

Chris:

"This is what you choose for us to do? I let you pick the theme for one night and you put a mask over my face?" He chuckles as he enters the bedroom, crossing his arms and tipping his head to one side.

"Baby, it's just for a little role-play fun. We-" You choke, eyes wide where you sit on the soft sheets; lingerie adorning your body that he'd bought for you over the span of his last tour. You'd asked him to put just the Ghostface mask on, which left him in a black t-shirt (that hugged him a little too nicely) and a pair of loose grey sweats. "Good.. lord."

His brow cocks under the black mesh as he moves closer, stalking towards you in a way that makes you shrink back on the bed - and you can't see it, but he smirks at your visible reaction to just his presence. "Close; But it's just Chris - 'n remember it, too. Cause it's all I better hear coming from your mouth for the rest of the night."

Minho:

"Y'know, this really gives me the opportunity to punish you for being a brat." His voice is airy, full of gasping breaths that escape thin lips every time he pushes into your slick walls swallowing him whole.

You're whining, back arched away from where his chest threatens to brush against it above you. The grip he has on your hair is the only reason your face wasn't buried in the pillows. "You can - punish me any time you want, Min," You choke on your words, spit lulling against your lips and threatening to drip to the sheets.

And he huffs, the sound heavier behind the mask. With his free hand, he grips the black fabric and pulls it off, your eyes rolling back to get a glimpse of his tussled hair and dark eyes. "I know," he smiles, leaning down closer to your ear. "But it's more fun this way."

Changbin:

"Get back here."

Scenario in full swing, your boyfriend stalked towards the bed he'd just dropped you on after previously throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you towards the bedroom. You'd turned onto your stomach, crawling away from where he stood in the doorway before he began to make his way forward as well. Your weak escape attempt made him smile under the mask, a gloved hand slapping down around your ankle and gripping tight.

Your gasp makes him giggle as he pulls you back, dragging your form so easily across the sheets until they bunched under your body as he turned you back to face him. You can hear him still giggling, broad form moving down to pin you to the bed. The mask bumps your face briefly before he pulls back to remove it, smile bright and a bit embarrassed.

"Sorry." He peeps, a bashful tone washing over the previously sultry moment. "Just wanted to kiss you."

Hyunjin:

The mask already discarded after he'd found it too hard to breath behind the heavy fabric, Hyunjin's wavy hair was a mess around his face and neck currently dripping with sweat.

Dark eyes bore down into your own, bottom lip trapped between his teeth and swollen with blood. Long fingers curled tight to the backs of your knees, keeping them pinned against your chest as he rut his hips so hard into your own that you were sure you were bruised between the thighs.

"Fuck -- yes," You cried, barely able to keep your eyes on him above you. Fuck the mask - just the sight of him in the long draping fabric of the costume was enough to prove your point; He looked good in anything. Even if it was just something from Spirit Halloween.

Jisung:

"Baby?" You cooed from your spot in the kitchen, standing over the sink and turning off the water as you finished up with the dishes. When you get no reply in return, you blink to yourself and slowly turn to look into the empty kitchen behind you. "... Baby?"

Taking a few steps further from the counter, you turn your head to peer down the long hallway that leads to the bedroom and bathrooms; Jisung stands at the end, dressed head to toe in the costume you'd asked him so nicely to fuck you in only weeks ago. Your breathing hitches at the sight. You'd talked about it - jokingly to hide how badly you wanted it - that maybe he could play out a scenario like something from the movie. Without the gruesome ending, of course.

"... Very funny, Ji." You smile, turning to grab your phone from the counter and walk to the living room; But as you pass the hallway once more, he's disappeared.

Your blood runs cold, goosebumps chasing the hairs of your arms. "... Ji?" You call, eyes widened with alarm. You glance over the hallway one last time, slowly turning away and deciding to just head for the living room like planned. And as you turn, you're met with the warmth of his body directly against yours, bumping into him from where he stood behind you. You jostle, stiff, and his hand flies to balance you by gripping at your throat.

You stare up into the dark eyeholes of the mask, unable to see a trace of his face beneath the mesh.

"You are... too good at this, Ji."

Felix:

"Look at me."

"I -- can't."

Felix grunts in mock frustration from behind, ringed fingers curling into your hair. He wastes no time in pulling you to him; watching your back arch from the way he forces you to look back at him. He finds that pulling on your hair isn't enough - so he snakes his free hand around, the glove he wears caressing the skin of your throat and jaw as he grips you there instead to keep you steady while he fucks you from behind.

"Yes, you can. And you will."

Your eyes drag over the mask, hands fumbling in the sheets to push yourself up so you don't have to crane your neck at such an angle. You reach - messy and uncalculated - for your boyfriend, grabbing the mask and pulling until it rips off of his head and his beautiful brown eyes are dragging over your face. Wasn't it what you wanted? The mask, the outfit?

He cocks a brow, a smirk crossing defined lips at the realization that you preferred seeing his face over the 'man of your dreams' you'd been gushing about all October.

Seungmin:

Sometimes you forget just how tall your boyfriend is - until he's walking so calmly behind you in your apartment as you fumble to get away from him. He'd grabbed at you, pinned you to the wall, held you by the throat, but let you get away because he won't admit it aloud but he enjoys the thrill of the chase just as much as you do.

The heavy thud of his boots against the wood flooring stops as he watches you trip over your own feet and go down in the hallway, about to ask if you're okay before biting his tongue to stay quiet. He watches you whimper and whine on the floor, making no frantic move to get up.

Seungmin moves slowly to stand beside your body, pressing the bottom of his boot down into your upper back and forcing your hips up as he crouches. He grins behind the mask, flipping up the material of your skirt to hook a finger in the lace of your panties.

He listens to you gasp, feels the way you shudder beneath the weight he pins you down to the floor with. And he basks in the way you yelp when he lets your panties snap back against your slit, slick leaking from your cunt so heavily he's sure he's never seen you that wet in his life.

Maybe you'd do this more often - and not just 'once a year for Halloween.'

Jeongin:

"Open up."

He doesn't wait for you to obey, forcing two fingers into your mouth and pushing down on your tongue until spit threatens to leak from parted lips. He watches as you gag, swaying a bit where you kneel in front of him - where he holds you still with his free hand wrapped around your throat.

Slowly, he sinks down to crouch in front of you, and the way his thighs tighten under the denim of his black jeans makes you want to jump his bones. That and the mask he currently wears paired with the black sweater and - well, previously mentioned bottoms.

"Gonna be a good girl and sit still?"

Your body writhes just at the words, squirming under his hand. He retracts his fingers, dripping with your spit as an annoyed huff escapes from behind the mask. He shoves - pushes you down to the floor until you're on display for him. And he knows you won't get up. You'd stopped fighting back after he'd first had a grip on your neck.

Standing back to his full height - he looks far taller than he really is from this angle, and you bite into your lip to try and hide the excited grin crawling over your face. It disappears almost immediately as pressure is applied to your dripping slit, the bottom of his boot pressing down against your mound. Your hips jut up, silently begging for more until he pushes more of his weight down to keep you pinned where you lay.

"Beg for it."

JeongChan [Jeongin + Chan]:

"Is this what you wanted? You corrupted our youngest, Y/N-ah.~"

Chris grins from behind you where he kneels on the mattress, one hand gripping at your wrists to keep them pinned together behind your back while the other fit two fingers right in your mouth. He seemed to hold you open for Jeongin, the youngest of their group's cock bruising your pallet as he fucked into your throat relentlessly. If it were up to him he'd be biting and kissing at your neck - but his mask was in the way and he couldn't really let go of you to take it off. You'd been a brat all night. (Not that they couldn't handle that.)

Jeongin just grins down at you when you peek up at him at Chris' claim. His hand tangles in his costume, dragging it up to expose the lower half of his toned abdomen. As if he wasn't Godly enough already. He relishes in the wet sounds coming from your throat, his head slowly lulling back until his neck bared open to you, littered with bite marks from you previously nipping at him.

You wanted to bite back - to tell Chris that this wasn't your doing. You didn't make Jeongin this wildly horny or aggressive with the way he fucked you. It wasn't your fault he was so needy right now.

Well, little do you know.

Changbin [Changbin + Hyunjin]:

"Oh my God, puppy.."

Hyunjin whines out behind his mask, cock sinking deeper into your walls as he hisses behind clenched teeth. He grips tight to your hips, dragging your body gently back so he could use your all-fours position to his advantage. Dark eyes, lidded and warm, wander over to his roommate currently sitting on the edge of the bed.

Changbin's in shambles. He should be grabbing at you, fucking your mouth until you were begging for mercy - but he's melting under your kisses and gentle sucking on his skin that left marks over his tummy and hips. He leaned back on his hands, eyes dripping with admiration as tears clung to his lashes. He'd never felt so appreciated - which was odd because right now they were both dressed up as your favorite slashers just for you.

"Who knew - dressing up like this would make her want us so bad."

"I did." Changbin's eyes redirect to Hyunjin, unable to see his expression but able to hear the smile in his voice. Leaning over your shaky form, Hyunjin's hand finds Changbin's side just as your mouth took his pretty, chubby cock whole. The older of the two choked, eyes rolling back and body nearly slumping against the mattress.

"You deserve the appreciation, Hyung." Hyunjin chuckled, hand moving from Changbin's side and down to the back of your head. He pushed with one hard movement, listening to you choke as he sunk deeper into yours walls, forcing you closer between his Hyung's thighs. "There we go.~"

Sunshine Twins [Jisung + Felix]:

"Oh my God," Jisung huffed from beneath you, his hands fit tight to your hips where you sat in his lap. Costume hiked up around his chest, your hands wandered over every inch of bare skin you could find while simultaneously bouncing on his cock. He kissed at your cervix, promised bruising in the morning and no walking tomorrow - You'd have to call in to work after this shit. Too bad, so sad.

"You're not having too much fun without me, are you?"

A gentle voice lulls from behind you, kneeling over Jisung's thighs and pressing in closer. You can feel him prodding at your entrance, free hand resting over your side to get you to stop for just a moment. You pause your movements and Jisung groans behind his mask, hands gripping tighter at your skin.

Felix hums, the sound low in his chest as he gently nudged you forward. Leaning down closer to Jisung beneath you, Felix moves in and carefully lets his cock slip into you with ease - what with how wet you are, pussy gushing from one orgasm already and how wet Jisung had you.

"Good girl." He smiles, biting into his lip and leaning in close so his chest was flush to your back. It was their turns to move now, taking over with finding a rhythm that worked for the both of them and had you seeing stars almost immediately.

"Jesus," Jisung huffs, thighs tense and body tight. "Fuck..."

Felix simply smiled, mask discarded and hair a mess as he let his lips brush over the warmth of your shoulder. "So good taking both of us at once. It's only right, I suppose. Paying us back for doing this for you."

You sigh out in bliss, vision white with another approaching orgasm. "Anytime."

2Min [Minho + Seungmin]:

Minho sighs, the sound slow and steady as he stares down at you from where he sits. He could be mean, could be rough; rut his hips up into your mouth until you were choking and gagging, spitting around his cock. But he was patient, pliant, letting you do what you wanted because they did this for you, after all.

Not to say it didn't feel good. It was fine, your mouth felt nice all warm and wet for him. He just preferred having control.

"Hm."

The hum that escapes doesn't come from him.

Seungmin sits nearby - in the cuck chair, you'd labeled it - not-so-patiently watching as you sucked off his favorite Hyung. He sat, legs spread, leaning back and leaning his cheek against his fist. Minho lifts his head to look over at the younger, lips parted and face flushed from the current events. But he pauses and his pleasure halts when Seungmin moves to stand, the sound of the chair creaking making you look over as well.

Popping from your mouth with a wet plop, Minho's cock drips with your spit and Seungmin hums one more time at the sight of the flushed head. He wastes no time in moving to you, grabbing you by the hair and fisting it tight to pull you up. You gasp out with a whine, fumbling to stand before moving to bend over the bed when he pushes you to do so.

Minho perks up where he sits, watching Seungmin tug his mask off and throw it over into the chair where he'd previously been sitting and just watching. Which he most certainly would never be doing again, he decided.

Standing from where he sat, Minho moved to join Seungmin in tugging your jeans and panties off until you were exposed to them, shivering and whimpering as Seungmin's hand pressed down on your lower back to keep you still.

They stood for a moment just to admire, Minho's hand running over your hip and down your thigh. The silence is broken by a quick, hard slap to your pussy that comes from the younger of the two - something that makes you jolt and even Minho startle.

"Think you're just going to make me watch?" He bites, words punctuated by another slap to your dripping folds. As he pulls his hand back, slick clings to his fingers and as he spreads them to knead at the plush of your ass, it smears over your skin. "Not gonna happen, baby."

Minho shifts. Pulling himself from his stupor, standing there like he was stupid, he bit into his lip under his mask and grinned down at the sight.

"This is more like it."

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frenchkisstheabyss · 6 months ago

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♡ ｄｅｌｉｃａｔｅ ♡

♡ Pairing: body piercer!seungmin x chubby!fem!shopassistant!reader (w/ appearances by tattoo artist!stray kids)

♡ Genre: fluff/smut

♡ Summary: For the longest time you've dreamed of getting your belly button pierced but you always stop yourself, too shy about your weight to get it done. While working your usual shift at the tattoo shop the resident piercer offers to do it for you, with a bit of meddling from your best friend Changbin, though it turns out that he wants to give you a little or a lot more than just a piercing.

♡ Word Count: 4.7k-ish

♡ Warnings: reader has some insecurities about her weight, piercings (of course), you're getting your belly button pierced babe so yas there's a needle, strong language, kissing, body worship, unprotected sex, Seungmin has a lil dom moment, grinding, fingering, mirror sex, ass slapping, oral sex (f receiving), pet names (good girl), and otherwise fluffiness.

♡ A/N: Hello my loves, I wrote this as a comfort fic for anyone out there who may be struggling with a bad body image day or who might feel like sometimes that they aren't thin enough to wear/do what they want or get the person that they want. My point being that you're a badass bitch who can get whoever and do whatever. If anyone tells you differently they can eat dirt and tell them I said so, babes - xoxo

♡ Part Two Here ♡

Saturday nights at the shop are always your favorite. It’s a little too loud, a little too hectic, but that’s the way you like it. On nights like these you never know who’s gonna step in from the glow of the neon signs and throw you for a loop.

Like the couple making out on one of the couches while they wait their turn to get matching inner lip tattoos. A decision they totally won’t regret when their two week long romance crashes and burns.

Or people like the guy on the phone insisting he come in for a tattoo you know for a fact all of your boys would die before they took on.

“Look, man, I’m not judging you,” you say, judging him to the fullest extent, “It’s just that most of my guys aren’t gonna tattoo your di—”

“Delivery!” a friendly voice rings out in the lobby.

The front door dings, announcing the arrival of your usual delivery girl. She’s short and bubbly with a bag hooked in each of her wrists, filled to the brim with food. In a hurry as always, she sets them down on the desk in front of you and flashes a sweet smile before scurrying off to her next delivery. You respond with one of your own, hopping off the phone just in time to shout, “Have a good night!”

Without missing a beat, you scoop the bags up and head down the hallway off to your left. Bobbing your head along to the rock music blasting from the speakers overhead, you make your way to the main floor where tattoo guns are buzzing away.

“Food’s here!” you announce but it’s too late. You’ve already been spotted and Jeongin’s swiping the bag from your right hand before you can dodge him.

“Ooh, what’s for dinner?” he asks, already hard at work cruising through tonight’s options.

“What?” Felix yells from the far side of the room. He’s hunched over his table, focused on finishing a tattoo of a butterfly on the ankle of a girl who’s much more interested in him than a tattoo.

“She said food’s here!” Jeongin mumbles through a mouthful of food. He makes it a few steps back towards his station, hugging the bag like a newborn baby he’ll protect with his life, before Hyunjin intercepts him.

“Give it here!” Hyunjin demands, almost wrestling a stubborn Jeongin for the bag.

You feel a tugging at the other bag and by the time you turn to see who it is, Minho’s already passing by with Chan, the bag secured in his hand.

Minho digs through it, frowning, “Fuck, they forgot my sauce again.”

“Christopher, can you control your children before they scare off our customers?” you shout after Chan as he grabs his food and settles down at his station.

Chan leans back in his chair, kicking his feet up. Checking his watch, he grins, “Can’t sorry. I’m on break.”

You roll your eyes, letting out a huff of frustration. Sometimes the real headache isn’t the weird customers, it’s the guys you work for, but you love them so if there ever were a headache you could tolerate this would be it.

Turning to head back up front, you stop dead in your tracks when you realize that one of the first people to swarm you for dinner hardly looked your way. Backtracking you spot the stray, Seo Changbin, locked in on an intricate chest tattoo and Han laying across his table, whining like this tattoo wasn’t his idea to begin with.

You skip over to Changbin’s station, quietly admiring the piece over his shoulder. It’s a compass. Highly detailed. Clean lines. The same flawless work you always expect of him.

“Aah, you’re trying to kill me” Han says, turning to you for sympathy, “He’s trying to kill me.”

Changbin groans, paying him no mind. “Hey, I wouldn’t have agreed to do this if I knew you’d be such a baby about it.

Han pouts, poking his lip out, “I am not a baby.”

You giggle, shifting to the other side of the table to get a better look.

“You are such a baby” you tease, poking his lip back in, “It looks really good. Totally worth the pa—oh my god. When did you get that?”

Your gaze drifts from the tattoo and down Han’s torso where shiny, stainless steel jewelry adorns his belly button.

“A week ago, maybe two?” Han smiles, happy that you noticed. “You like it?”

“Ugh, I love it” you gush, eyes lit up at the sight of it. “I wish I could get one but I can’t.”

Han seems more excited than you at the mention of it. “Why not? You should get one!”

You freeze, unsure how you want to answer this question. You’re mortified of the possible awkwardness of the truth but you’ve been best friends with these guys far too long to lie to them.

“Well, I haven’t lost enough weight yet to get one but when I do—”

Changbin stops tattooing, shutting his gun off to stare into your soul. “What did I tell you about that? You’re beautiful how you are. Isn’t she beautiful the way she is?”

He poses the question to someone over your shoulder and, as the figure rounds the corner, your heart almost stops beating.

“Hmm? Yeah” Seungmin, the sole piercer in the shop, nods sipping a drink through one of those cute twisty straws. You find pretty much everything the man does attractive but there’s something especially adorable about this.

He disappears into his room with a simple wave and a nod that makes you weak in the knees. Every guy here is like a brother to you but Seungmin? He’s different. You’ve been head over heels for him, utterly at his mercy, since he started working here.

As far as you know he doesn’t have a girlfriend but you haven’t figured out how to decipher his trademark grumpiness enough to tell if he has a thing for you too. Far too terrified to make the first move, you’ve settled for drooling over your dark haired puppy dog eyed lover from afar.

Han nudges you with his elbow, struggling to hold back his laughter, “Ooh, you like him.”

You’re about to knee him in the side but he’s saved by Changbin’s execution of a plot he concocted mere seconds ago. You hadn’t noticed that mischievous look on his face but you have now and you don’t like it one bit.

“Seungmin!” he calls out, flicking his gun on and getting back to work.

Seungmin appears in the doorway, more preoccupied with his phone than anything Changbin has to say.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Got time to do a belly button piercing real quick?”

“Depends” Seungmin shrugs, finally looking up from his phone, “Who’s asking?”

“Changbin, no” you mouth, only to be ignored.

Changbin points to you, bubbling with joy at his evil plan. Seungmin folds his tattooed arms across his chest, looking you up and down.

Suddenly you’re second guessing what you wore today. Some combat boots and a short black dress with lace accents. It’s tight enough to highlight your shape but loose enough to flow a bit when you walk. Is it enough? Is it too much? Why are you even thinking about this?

“You?” Seungmin asks, raising a curious eyebrow.

Fidgeting with the silver heart locket on your necklace, you muster up the courage to actually face him.

“I was just, uh, I was thinking about it but I’m working so…”

Changbin chimes in, not letting you weasel your way out so easily, “Jeongin can watch the front desk”

“I don’t even have any jewelry picked out.”

“He has emergency jewelry back there. Don’t you, Seungmin?

Seungmin glances back into his room to check, “I’ve got something for her and my next appointment canceled so I have time if she really wants it.”

With no way out, you take a step towards his room, hesitating for a moment. Seungmin gives you a half smile, more than he offers most people. “Come on. I don’t bite.” Not that you’d be mad if he did.

Giving in, you push forward, glancing over your shoulder to give Changbin a look that says he’ll pay for this later. Seungmin steps aside, patiently waiting for you to enter his room before shutting the door behind you. You jump a little when the door clicks shut and you hear him laughing at you.

“Nervous?”

“Me? Nervous? No way.”

You’re lying and he can tell. When you spend your time doing dozens of piercings a day you get good at reading people. Plus the way you’re trembling doesn't exactly make it hard to tell what you’re feeling.

“Well you’ve got nothing to worry about. I’ll take care of you, okay?” he reassures you, placing a comforting hand on your forearm. His thumb strokes your inner wrist and suddenly your body's electric.

“Uh, yeah, for sure” you nod, your voice light and airy.

Seungmin gently squeezes your arm, heading over to his closet to search for something. After a few seconds he pulls out a small fuzzy blanket with a cute Halloween pattern on it.

“I need you to pull your dress up for the, well, you know” he says, opening the blanket up for you, “But if you’re not comfortable you can cover up with this.”

“Oh, thanks. That’s really sweet of you.” You try not to seem too impressed, taking the blanket as he turns his back to you, busying himself by doing some prep.

Hiking your dress up over your stomach, you tuck the blanket around your waist to cover your legs. Staring down at the way your soft belly pokes out, your brain goes into crisis mode. You’d imagined yourself half dressed in a room with Seungmin but this was far easier in your fantasies than in real life. You feel so vulnerable, one of your biggest insecurities laid bare, but there’s no turning back now. You’re in this.

“So, are you gonna tell me what all that was about?” Seungmin asks, careful not to catch even the slightest peek at you before you’re ready.

“All of what?” you stutter, your mind temporarily going blank. “Oh, that with Changbin? That was just, I don’t know, I’ve been wanting this for a while but I was putting it off…for reasons.”

“Because you don’t think you’re ‘Beautiful the way you are’?”

You cringe at his question, wishing Changbin hadn’t used such a cliche phrase. You squint your eyes, staring into the distance, imagining all the ways you’ll torture him for getting you into this.

“It’s not that” you deny, gearing up for another lie but you back down yet again, “It’s kinda that. I don’t know. I’m not really a girl with a flat stomach.”

Seungmin snaps on a pair of black gloves, “Can I turn around now?”

“Mmhmm” you nod, your dress gathered in a tight fist of fabric above your stomach.

He spins around, pulls up a chair, and flops down in front of you in one fluid motion. He twirls a black marker in one hand, popping the top off with his teeth.

“Who told you that you had to be a girl with a flat stomach?” he asks, inspecting your belly button for the perfect spot. “I like your stomach. I think it’s cute.”

The compliment has the heat formerly warming your cheeks spreading through your entire body. You let out an involuntary giggle and he cracks a smile, a full one this time. The first of its kind in shop history.

“You don’t have to say that to be nice.”

Seungmin marks a point, grabbing a hand mirror to show it to you, “You like it? Yeah? Good. Up on the table.”

You hop up on the table and assume the position. Straight out on your back, hands at your sides. You see it every day. No instruction needed.

“I wasn’t being nice by the way” he says, that handsome face sliding up next to you. “It is cute. You’re…you’re really cute.”

Feeling himself begin to blush, he slips out of view to sterilize the area and get the needle ready.

“I’m sorry if that was weird. Was that weird?” he rambles, mostly to himself.

Today’s full of firsts. You’ve never seen him nervous before, you never expected to, but the man’s ears are turning red and he can barely string a sentence together.

“It’s not weird, Seungmin. You’re really cute too” you say, despite your own nervousness. You’ve been waiting so long to say that. It’s a relief to finally get it out.

“Now you’re just saying that.”

“I’m not. I do think you’re cute. I always have” you confess, “I just never said anything cause I didn’t think you’d like me."

Pinching your skin with a set of forceps, he aligns the needle with the tiny mark above your belly button, “Deep breath in.”

You take a deep breath in and the needle pops through like butter. You feel a quick sting followed by a rush of adrenaline. He slips the jewelry through so seamlessly you hardly feel it and you’re all done.

“Are you crazy? I’ve liked you forever. Was it not obvious?” he asks, popping off his gloves and taking your hand to sit you up.

“What? No. It wasn’t obvious. Was it supposed to be?”

Seungmin pauses, truly reflecting upon his attempts at flirting. “I tell you ‘Good morning’ every morning. I tell everyone else to kiss my ass.”

“So romantic” you joke before noticing how sincere he is about it.

You instantly wonder if he’s stared at you before the way he does now. The truth is that he has, maybe not in the most obvious moments but every chance he gets. When you’re running late in the morning, hurrying in with iced coffee to win everyone’s sympathy. When you’re all hanging out at Minho’s place and you’re rambling with Han about the dramas you’ve been watching. Or when you’re all out having drinks and you’re simply existing. He has those same stars in his eyes that he does now. Every. Single. Time.

Realizing how hard he must be staring, he backs his chair up, giving you enough room to move around. Riding high on the thrill of actually going through with your piercing—your thoughts jumbled up by the knowledge that these feelings are mutual—you hop up to check yourself out in the mirror with not a thought given to the fact that the blanket has slipped off.

So here you are, twirling around in front of the mirror with your dress proudly held up. Plush thighs kissing each other. Lacey black panties on full display. A dazzling piece of jewelry dangles from your belly button and your stomach does the happiest jiggle as you delight in your reflection.

“You like it?” Seungmin asks, coming closer to get a better look.

“I love it. It’s so pretty” you beam, your gaze drawn to something shifting in the reflection.

Seungmin isn't watching you the same way he was anymore. There are notes of something reminiscent of the former innocence and awe but it’s something different entirely. It’s intense enough that you can feel the air shift in the room. The brown of his eyes seemingly grows deeper the longer he takes in your figure.

“You can’t look at me like that” you say, your breathing growing shallow as you begin to lose yourself in what you see in the mirror. Watching him watching you.

“You don’t want me to?” he asks, patiently awaiting your answer.

You don’t feel rushed or pressured. His patience is genuine but his eyes never leave you. They never leave you to question if that look of longing is dedicated to you or not.

You take a deep breath, making one last twirl to face the man that has your pulse racing a mile a minute. It isn’t just the way he watches you that has you on the verge of soaking through your new panties. It’s the way he sits in his chair, slightly tilted back, arms resting on his legs. It’s like he’s waiting for you, that little grin on his lips daring you to come take a seat.

“I want you to” you say softly enough that you’re unsure if he heard you.

Seungmin glides closer to you in his chair, stopping when his knees barely graze your legs. He leans forward, fingertips tracing the outline of your thighs, “You want me to what?”

As he asks the question, his breath tickles the surface of your skin and you shiver at the sensation.

“I want you to…aah” you gasp as his hands grip the tender flesh of your ass, pulling you in close enough for his lips to meet your stomach. He kisses it carefully and lovingly, taking his time to let his mouth and hands explore all of the softest, fluffiest parts of you.

“You want me to…what?” he asks, tugging you down into his lap, his lips still wet from kissing your body. It makes it all the more tempting to kiss him. Surrendering to your impulses, you pull him into a kiss so ravenous and full of need that it leaves his head spinning in the best way.

You were meant to come in here for a piercing. That was it. Now you’re straddling his lap with your fingers in his hair while his tongue’s halfway down your throat.

Slipping his hands back under your dress, he rests them on your hips, pressing you down into his lap to show you just how hard you've gotten him. Your panties are more soaked than you notice, making the material thin enough that you can feel it all. The thickness of his cock, the texture of his pants, grinding against your sensitive core, bumping your clit each time he raises his hips.

A moan escapes your lips. A weak, cute little thing that only makes him want you more. He breaks from the kiss, charting a course down your neck to tease the curves of your breasts with his tongue.

“Who told you that you could be this sexy?”

“I don’t know” you giggle, a small glimmer of your former shyness coming through, “I could ask you the same thing.”

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he tilts you just enough to give him the space to stroke your clit through your panties, forcing more and more of those sensual moans to pour out of you.

“Just promise me you won’t stop” Seungmin begs, tucking your panties to the side to pet your dripping slit. “Keep being this sexy…this fucking cute…this—fuck.” He sinks his fingers into your core and you swallow them up eagerly, clenching tightly around them.

You throw your head back, your back arched in pleasure. You know without looking that he’s watching you again. You know he’s getting off on how your breasts bounce each time you grind down onto his fingers, your pussy so wet that his whole hand’s slick with your juices.

Seungmin navigates your body like magic, picking up on your most tender spots and knowing just when to hit them to make you tremble the way you did when you first stepped into this room.

Cradling his cheeks in your palms, you come face to face with him, and say to him in the sweetest tone, “Fuck me already.”

Taking you into his arms, he sweeps you up out of the chair, and sets you down on the edge of the table.

“Oh god, I didn’t know you could do that” you gasp, stunned that he could pick you up. You knew that Seungmin was fit, something more than obvious by the toned body your eyes are graced with when he pulls his shirt off. But fit enough to pick you up like you’re nothing? Now that you didn’t expect.

“What? You didn’t expect me to be strong? I’m hurt” he pouts, pretending to be offended but not too offended to help you wiggle your dress up over your head.

You slide back on the table and right out of your panties. “Get up here and I’ll make it better.”

You spread your legs and he’s right in between them, leaving a trail of kisses behind as he makes his way up to a pussy wet enough to glisten in the glow of the overhead light. He can’t resist having a taste, humming at the deliciousness of your arousal dancing on his taste buds.

The tip of his tongue meets your clit, flicking it slowly at first then picking up an unforgiving speed. Your hands find his hair again and you’re writhing on the table, choking back moans with your fingers tangled in the back of his head.

The slurping sounds that fill the room make you want to cum right now. In his mouth. Down his chin. All over that gorgeous face of his. And he’d welcome it happily. Beg you to give him more even. That’s how badly he wants you. How badly he’s always wanted you.

Seungmin’s mouth deserts you unexpectedly, leaving your walls spasming and your stiffened bud twitching in his absence. “Add that to the list of things you can’t stop doing” he whispers, crawling on top of you.

You’re beautiful from any angle, there’s not one he can think of where you aren’t, but this has to be his favorite. You look so perfect underneath him. Right where you should be.

“Getting eaten out?” you ask, planting a kiss on his shiny pink lips.

“I meant tasting so good but…” he muses, the head of his cock throbbing at your entrance, “I can make sure that happens too.”

That first bit of contact, the very first time you feel his cock raw against your pussy, has you purring. Seungmin feeds you just the tip at first, stretching you out little by little, loving everything about how your body reacts to him. Running your nails across his back, you raise your hips, whining for more.

“What are you whining for, baby?” Seungmin teases, giving you one inch after another, “Is this it? This what you want?”

“Aah, yes, I want it. More please. Please” you plead, your eyes growing glossier the wider you’re stretched.

It crosses his mind to spend more time teasing you just a little bit, it’s in his nature to be a bit of an asshole after all, but you feel way too good to play games with. You fit him like a glove and with every thrust he becomes more and more convinced that you must’ve been made for him.

“You’re so perfect” he praises, massaging your curves, “Fuck, I love your body. Your face. Your everything.”

Soaking in the praise and the ecstasy of his length dragging along the ridges of your core, you could swear that you were glowing and, actually, you are. Glowing in his adoration and, courtesy of an accidental glimpse of yourself in the mirror, a fair share of your own.

Seungmin catches you looking at yourself and smiles, pounding into you harder. “Don’t look away” he instructs, holding your head in place, “Have you ever seen how pretty you are when you cum?”

“N…no” you manage, biting down on your bottom lip to keep from screaming at the tremors each thrust sends through your body.

“Good, we’ll see it for the first time together then.”

Using his free hand, he grips one of your thighs, pressing your leg back so that he feels even deeper than before. The force is powerful enough that you feel it in your chest, vibrating down to your fingertips.

You can’t take your eyes off of your reflection, he won’t let you. Your body moves so beautifully when he’s fucking you that he needs you to see it how he does. You need to see the way your tits bounce and your hips jiggle as the tension builds up inside of you and you’re choking back moans with his name on the tip of your tongue.

Seungmin doesn’t need you to tell him how close you are. Your body gives him every cue he needs. The tightening of your muscles. The stuttering of your breath. The legs wrapped around his waist, making sure he keeps punishing your sweet spot, pushing you further and further to your breaking point.

“Mmm, coming. I’m coming” you moan, letting your high wash over you.

He kisses you on the cheek, refusing to let up on you. “Look at you, coming all over my cock” he coos, committing every face you make to memory, “Such a good girl.”

The vision of you is almost too much. Your legs spread out, your brain all fuzzy, your body overstimulated, and your juices pooling on the table below. He can’t hold back anymore. He can’t ignore the tightness and the warmth of your velvet walls fluttering around him.

“Oh fuck” he hisses, pulling out just in time to coat your swollen pussy in a thick glaze of his cum. It’s hot and tingly on your clit, tickling as it drips between your folds.

You stroke his back, comforting him on his way down from his high and he does the same for you, his fingertips running up and down your thighs. The room falls into silence. Not an awkward one but one of comfort. One where you hold each other as long as you want. Not minding the heavy breathing or the sweaty bodies. Just enjoying being together before it dawns on the two of you that you’re both still at work.

“Shit, shit, shit! The front desk is definitely on fire by now” you fuss, rushing to throw your clothes back on.

Seungmin’s not nearly in as much of a rush as you are. He’s having too much fun watching you freak out to care about if there's a bunch of agitated customers waiting up front or not.

Grabbing you by the wrist, he spins you into a hug that calms you down in an instant.

“So what if it is?” he asks, brushing your hair out of your face, “I have to ask you something important first.”

“Important? Important like what?”

“Important like I know we don’t close until 2am tonight but could I see you after, maybe?"

You shrug, acting like you don’t care when you’re literally screaming on the inside, “I guess so.”

“It’s like that? You ‘guess’ so?”

Seungmin slaps your ass and draws you into a kiss that has you ready to drop your panties for him for a second time.

“Fine. I more than guess. I’d love to see you later” you blush, playfully pinching his cheeks, “I’ll wait for you up front then?”

He nods, getting one last squeeze out of you before turning you loose. “Let me see it one more time.”

Knowing exactly what he means, you take a step back to flash him your new piercing.

“Yup, still very hot” he winks, casually leaning against the table he just fucked your brains out on.

You smooth your dress back out, giggling as you skip back out onto the floor to find that everyone’s staring at you. Machines are buzzing but no one’s actually doing any work. Even the customers are staring at you waiting to see what happens next.

Clearing your throat, you hold your head high, and march across the floor. You manage to hide your excitement just long enough to make it back to the hallway where your joyful squeals can flow freely. You can’t remember the last time you felt this excited about something. About someone. About yourself.

You aren’t too big for a belly button piercing. It looks sexy as fuck on you, you must admit. And you aren’t too big for Seungmin who happens to look sexy as fuck on you too. You feel beautiful the way you are, truly, and there’s a boy sitting at his station, too busy thinking about you to get anything done, that thinks so too.

#stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids smut #seungmin x you #seungmin x reader #seungmin smut #seungmin fluff #stray kids x female reader #stray kids x you #stray kids x chubby reader

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hyunjiiza · 10 days ago

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hint: lover with a dollar sign | . ᯓ 🍵 ݁‧ ᵔ

➜ he’s a loser ! ୨୧ skz members and what type of cute loner they’d be . | contents : drug use , fem reader implied ᰋ wc ; 1633 . ꉂ ot8 .ᐟ

｡ ᰋ 𓂃 | i’m not pushing any of these narratives onto them, it’s just dif scenarios i wanted to write them in ! this is a bit of an older work from my other account but i’m moving here so hi

chan as the 𐔌 stoner loner .ᐟ ˚ ੭

shows up to school smelling like weed but no one cares because he does all his work and never causes trouble

you make eye contact with him for the first time in the parking lot while he’s smoking, he falls in love when you smile and wave

turns down everyone that hits on him after that

when he finally musters up the courage to talk to you all he can do is tap your shoulder in the same parking lot he first saw you and ask if you smoke

no matter your answer, he asks to get to know you better

follows you around like a bodyguard after that

never ever lets you carry your own bag and always makes sure you have something to eat for lunch whether he has to pay for you or not

pretty smart in most subjects so you have study dates often because he just likes your presence

won’t smoke around you if you don’t like it

never posts anything besides you and aesthetic pictures he takes

isn’t the type to fight but he will if someone disrespects you, but they back off because of his size before it gets to that point

hyunjin as the 𐔌 artsy loner .ᐟ ˚ ੭

has one black pen and one red pen that he abuses every day

pays attention for the most part but occasionally gets distracted doodling in his notebooks

def has drawings all over his hands

the first time he noticed you was in art class and he thought you were so pretty he started drawing you

you glance over and he’s mortified when he realizes he probably looks like a creep

too nervous to go up to you and explain so he leaves you a note with little drawings all over (plus the drawing of you) and a replacement of the pink gel pen he notices you using all the time

gets super nervous when he sees you walking up to him the next day

you ask him to partner up for a project and thank him for the drawing

ends up kissing you at your last project session

asks you out with the most thoughtful basket filled with things you like and a letter with another drawing of you and almost cries when you don’t answer right away

does everything for you after you get together

the art teacher is yalls biggest fan

has no one else to cling to so he’s all over you 24/7

gives nasty glares to men who simply look at you

felix as the 𐔌 fashion design loner .ᐟ ˚ ੭

like hyunjin, spends most of his time sketching out designs in his scrap book where he keeps all his miniature fabric samples in

sulks because there’s no fashion club for him to join

is initially drawn to you because of an outfit you wore that he loves

eventually asks where you got your top when you wear it again and his heartstrings pull at the way you answer so sweetly and compliment his hair

after that the two of you gradually got closer and closer

you help him learn to sew and he starts planning marriage then and there (he wants to help design your wedding dress)

sews matching patches on your backpacks

you catch him texting his best friend that lives abroad about you

gets so nervous he cries

you tell him you feel the same way and he cries even harder

just gets even clingier once you end up together

loves kissing you and laying together while he sketches

takes you out whenever you want and spoils you rotten because he has rich parents

matching outfits = fire insta pics

jeongin as the 𐔌 sour patch loner .ᐟ ˚ ੭

never talks to anyone so everyone thinks he’s mean but he’s really an angel

your elective teacher makes your class do a secret santa and he gets you

he gives you oddly specific gifts (he has a massive crush on you and overhears you telling your friends your wishlist) and includes a note sweet talking you

you go up to him and thank him with a kiss on the cheek and he turns red

he asks you to hang out and pays for brunch and the cutest pottery painting date

gets the teacher to move you two to sit next to each other

everyone’s a little surprised when they see how he’s so gentle with you

decides he needs to get over himself and ask you out and gets you a pandora charm bracelet and a pretty bouquet of flowers

pampers you with your favorite snacks or meals randomly, refills of makeup you use, randomly does your homework for you

flips off ur exes and flexes on them when you aren’t looking then turns around to kiss you

is at your house 24/7 because he can’t breathe without you but is supportive when you go out with your friends or need a solo day

loves going to the beach with you and carrying you so your feet don’t get sandy

jisung as the 𐔌 nerdy loner .ᐟ ˚ ੭

has good grades and the teachers remember his name because his work is always on time

eats alone in the library because he has no one to sit with

you walk in on him while picking up a book you need and he’s super embarrassed (he’s had a crush on you since middle school)

you ask to sit with him because you think he’s cute and he trips over his words answering you

you spend lunch with him every day after that and he starts packing a lunch for you too

accidentally confesses he has a fat crush on you when you ask if he has a girlfriend

he starts rambling after and shuts up when he notices you’re giggling at him

you kiss him and he swears his lifelong dream has come true

is the sweetest boyfriend ever

does all your homework for you and insists it’s really no problem

drives you to and from school every day because “that’s what boyfriends are for”

never looks at anyone but you and writes down threats and shoves them in guys lockers when they hit on you

minho as the 𐔌 gym loner .ᐟ ˚ ੭

purposefully gets his free period after his weightlifting class so he can spend two periods working out

isn’t really shy, just doesn’t like anyone enough to have friends

girls check him out occasionally but he always ignores them

catches you freaking out when you have no clothes to change in and offers you his shirt because he thinks you’re cute

uses that as an excuse to mess with you

“if i can bench your weight you owe me a date”

spoiler, he can.

makes sure to tell you you don’t really owe him anything and he’s just messing with you

you agree to the date and he picks you up and takes you on a surprisingly thoughtful date

drive around town, food and watching the sunset, takes your pictures next to pretty flowers and keeps his arm around you the whole time

asks you if you really have to go when he’s dropping you off

walks you to your door and gives you a hug (he’s never dated anyone and too scared to kiss you)

texts you that he had a really good time and he would “work to make you his”

it doesn’t take much work and he kisses you right after he asks you to be his

is way too proud of his build and wears sleeveless shirts just to scare anyone that looks at you

carries you around any chance he gets

seungmin as the 𐔌 music lover loner .ᐟ ˚ ੭

walks around with his headphones in 24/7

hums to himself quietly while he studies

you ask him about a song he was humming and he’s surprised you were talking to him

you think he hates you till he smiles at you when you walk into class

makes you a playlist to make his move on you

doesn’t know how to tell you he likes you at all so he just kinda teases you to flirt with you

takes you to a record store at lunch because he wanted to show you the spot

stares at you a little too hard so you ask him if he wants a kiss as a joke

says yes and moves your hair out of your face, you guys have a make out sesh and only stop when the owner clears his throat awkwardly at the both of you

you make him go back inside alone and buy you the vinyl you want

he comes back out with it and 5 more that you didn’t wanna ask for but knows you wanted anyway

you skip the rest of the day and go to his house and use his record player

you fall asleep on him and he takes 0.5s of you

shares his headphones with you, but doesn’t share his food (until you make a sad face at him and he gives in instantly. works every time.)

changbin as the 𐔌 sweetheart loner .ᐟ ˚ ੭

all of his professors adore him, all the school staff does at this point

has the maximum hours of community service that he can have but won’t stop helping around where he can

notices you from the start because he thinks you’re pretty, but really starts liking you when he sees you volunteer at an elementary school

accidentally scares you coming up behind you when you’re hanging a banner

you guys start helping at the same places and make a tradition of hanging up banners together

after a while he figures he might as well just tell you how he feels, is elated when you hug him and tell him the feelings mutual

confesses that he was actually really nervous and gets flustered when you tease him about it because he thinks you’re the prettiest

when you ask why he never hangs out with anyone he says he doesn’t like people with unpure hearts and that’s why he loves you so much

definitely takes you out and buys you guys matching stuff

married couple

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soobnny · 8 months ago

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dating him | kim seungmin

❝ kiss me first ❞

best friends to lovers type beat

it HAS to be

like seungmin doesn’t give me eager for love

i don’t think he’s ever rly prioritized it

that’s why it’s essential that this is a best friends to lovers love story

bc he would’ve had to fall in love in between the silence of friends

there isn’t even a light bulb moment

more of an “oh” moment really

like oh, i’ve fallen in love with my best friend

bc i think it takes A LOT for this boy to add romance in his life

he strikes me as the type that prioritizes his comfort and his routine

so he doesn’t fall in love easily

but turns out, he’s not so immune after all

seungmin has sudden urges to kiss u too

like woah 😂😂😂 let’s check the label first 😂😂😂😂

YEAH. BEST FRIENDS.

he couldn’t take it any longer tho

he asks u out and long story short

he’s ur boyfriend now

he doesn’t rly change much

seungmin is still a menace

this time he just gets to kiss you

he’s always comparing hand size with u

size kink much ?!!??

teases u bc ur hand is smaller than felix’s

and that boy’s hand … miniature

tbh i think it’s just an excuse to hold ur hand

but once he shows u his palms, u already know what’s up

either hold his hand or COMPARE

is 100% the type to hold ur hand in the pocket of his hoodie btw

his face is nonchalant the whole time

he does it when he notices ur hands r a little cold and trembling

it’s his attempt to warm ur hand up

i think his face is nonchalant bc it’s just natural to him

like he doesn’t think anything of it .. just him helping his partner so they don’t suffer

his favorite date with u would be karaoke dates

u know how in korea, they have karaokes where u can challenge other rooms

yeah u do that a lot

and when u start losing, u just whip out ur secret weapon

aka kim seungmin

what can u say

it’s all about winning

and u are a sore loser

seungmin ofc ends up winning it for u guys so u always get free food bc that’s the wager yall always bet on

he always lets u decide which food too

and if u rlly like the snack u’re betting on, he tries extra hard

(here’s a secret: he thinks of u when he sings love songs so that extra bit of emotion he uses while singing ? lowkey u’re still the reason u guys won)

another favorite date of seungmin’s is visiting dog shelters

you two have successfully named all the dogs in ur local dog shelter

u’d just visit from time to time to check on them and play with them

“hi fang!!!!! where’s ur sister and ur mother!!!! how about berry 2.0 and kkami wannabe!!!!”

eventually, you guys do adopt ur own puppy

he gets jealous at first bc now ur attention is divided

but then HIS attention gets divided

i think u two would be good dog parents

he would activate the puppy’s playful side

you’d swoop in when ur puppy is tired and u just wanna give them love and cuddles

he likes it when u refer to urselves as the parents of ur dog

also loves talking in 3rd person like “mom is mad at me today” to ur puppy

anyways moving on

his love language is for sure acts of service

would fold ur laundry for u

would do ur most hatest chore

he’d make u coffee the way u like in the morning

and it’s all just instinct to him again

like he just DOES it without being told to

HOWEVER

however ….

listen to me

if you ask him to do something for u

kim “kiss first” seungmin spawns

“seungmin, can you reach this for me?”

“kiss me first”

“seungmin, do u know where my shoes are?”

“kiss me first”

like DAMNNNNN taking advantage of the moment, i see

he enjoys it so much

he’d have his lips puckered, knees bent a little to ur height, and he waits

bc he knows u always do it

btw i think he has a secret instagram just full of photos of you ☹️☹️☹️☹️

he’d tell u he has a photography acc

little do u know, it’s just you all over

is that why he loves to bring his camera around in dates ?!?

unlimited supply of his hoodies #2

but unlike chan, he acts like it bothers him

he just likes riling u up

another way he riles up up is whispering dirty things to u in public bc he’s just a little shit like that

would be the type to say “make me”

and also “prove it”

likeeeeee…

have fun with that thought!

third favorite date is driving around

with his arm around your car seat or rested on your thigh 😊😊😊😊😊

i’m totally sane rn

is not above doing things in his car

u didn’t hear it from me

another hot thing he does are slight squeezes on ur thigh or tapping it to the beat of the music

UGHHGHHNGYNFNFNBGBBGBG

btw when U get to fluster him

he suddenly hugs u

and u’re like ?!!????

u try to look up at him but he presses ur face on his chest, his hand on the back of your head

it’s so u don’t see how red his face is

OR HIS EARS

so if he suddenly hugs u for no reason

you already know why

anyways

whatever

u two are each other’s biggest supporters

bc before u were together, u were best friends already

he knows u like the back of his hand

despite being a little shit, u know he’s in love with you

bc u hear him whisper it when he thinks u’re asleep

and he lets it slip out a lot when he’s tired or when he’s a little tipsy

and he holds u while u sleep and kisses you and comforts u

he rly does love u a lot and cares for u

sometimes i think u’d have arguments just bc he cares about u too much

like u could’ve put ur health at risk

and he isn’t all about that

anyways seungmin doesn’t need to be grand and showy about it for u to know

sometimes, all that matters is what happens behind the scenes

seungmin best boy

note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! let me know what you think! please discuss these with me i’m crazy

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dwaekkicidal · 8 months ago

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Idk if your asks are still open, but I have a recommendation...

Where it's like a poly with two of the members, and they're arguing over which fingers to use on you. (While actively demonstrating)

(Ex. One member is a firm believer of using Pointer/middle finger. While the other prefers middle/ring finger) idk if it makes sense lol

A possible quote "Who the hell told you how to use those fingers"

poly asks have my heart i need MOAR. thank u :3

VocalRacha x Fingering Argument

~500 words | warnings: fem!reader, fingering, (1) pvssy + thigh slap (im sorry i cant help myself), kinda meandom vocalracha, mentions of being tied up

So the first two who really came to mind were Seungmin and Jeongin. And it would SOOO start off as a random argument between them 😭 I won't write a full fic about it for this ask but I'll write a little drabble of sorts

❥ It would happen one of the times you leave them unattended at your apartment. Maybe you had to run out to grab food or wanted to run to the corner store on your own. You're gone for no more than an hour and they still managed to get on the topic of sex and fingering. (probably due to an nsfw meme one of them found/one of the boys found and sent to a group chat)

❥ Bombard you the second you walk in the door. "Jagi, which fingers do you prefer when we fuck you?" & "Puppyyyy~ Tell him I'm right. I know your pussy better than him, right?" Front door wide open and all lol

❥ They argue about it through the whole night until you inevitably get sick of it and just tell them it's all the same. Which, to your dismay, only ends in you in the bedroom with them both between your legs. If you think it's all the same then they feel the need to experiment.

❥ Minnie's most likely gonna be mean to both of you during the whole thing. Starts with a swift "Sit the fuck still or else I'll tie you down." to you and a "Who the fuck taught you that?!? Paboya." to Jeongin

❥ They'd try to do it by taking turns at first. Seungmin lets Jeongin go first and lets him try to "explain" why his way is better but gets fidgety and eventually pulls the other boy's wrist away from you. So Seungmin forces his turn like that and all goes smoothly while he tries to explain his way.

❥ All until Jeongin gets antsy and now they just go back and forth, shoving their fingers deep into your cunt while they bicker back and forth about whose way is better.

❥ They tried to get your opinion on the matter, but after 20+ minutes of them unintentionally edging you and accidentally bullying your G-spot, you're sort of zoned out. A little "fucked dumb" if you will

❥ Jeongin's fingers are still in you when they realize you aren't paying attention and he curves them meanly into your G-spot in an attempt to get your attention. When that doesn't work Seungmin will land a harsh slap to your folds and/or to your thigh

❥ When they find out that you haven't been paying attention the whole time they'll roll their eyes and tell you to focus because they "have no plans to stop until you give us an answer."

❥ At this point it's not so much about what fingers are better, they just want to be right no matter what. Which! Inevitably turns this a competition on who can make you cum faster with their fingers and/or them edging you until you tell them whose way is "better"

❥ You're having a whole lot of orgasms that night. Almost all of which are pulled from their fingers and, depending on how much you toss and turn, may or may not end with you being held down forcefully by whoever isn't knuckles deep into your cunt 🤭

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all of the while, it was you ꩜ hyunjin x reader.

── .✦ 💌 reader uses she/her pronouns. includes: idol!hyunjin, café owner!reader, feelings realization, freeform, time skips, fluff, coffee shops & cafés, slice of life, skz ensemble.

── .✦ 🚏 i know the "i-had-no-idea-you-were-an-idol" trope is one of the oldest, most worn clichés in the book, but sometimes you have to release the corny fic into the world so it can stop haunting you 🙂↕️ the title is from landon pigg's falling in love at a coffee shop. originally posted on ao3, but then i orphaned it (lol) so here's its new home! ♡︎

── .✦ 📟 wc: 4,000+

She doesn’t admit this to Hyunjin until much later on, but when he walked into her café the first time, she had thought— as one usually does— that this ethereal boy should be a star of some sorts. A model, an actor.

Where others might have spoken up, she chose to keep it to herself. (A good choice, too. If she had said anything, Hyunjin would have never returned.)

He is shy, at first. He sits at a table far from the door and spends most of his stay doodling in his notebook.

Outside, snow begins to fall.

Hyunjin gets on his phone to call Jeongin over. She steps out from behind the counter and lingers by the window.

Separately, they admire the sign of the times. Hyunjin thinks of romance that can be painted. Her mind goes to warm drinks that can be sold. Briefly, the two share a glance.

They exchange no words— not a single pleasantry about the weather— but Hyunjin does offer up the smallest of smiles, which she returns.

He goes back to his phone. She retreats to the kitchen.

Neither of them have any idea of what was ahead.

That day, they witness the first snow of the year together.

Hyunjin becomes a regular.

He’s never done that before. The most he’s been to an establishment is probably twice, thrice, before the place is overrun with fans and he has to find a new hiding spot.

He doesn’t want to sound ungrateful. But there are some things he wants to keep to himself, and this café is one of them. He doesn’t realize how often he’s gone until, one evening, the barista at the counter says, “Your usual?” instead of waiting for him to speak.

“Yes, please,” he says. He slides over the exact payment and sits at the table he likes the most.

Through trial and error, he figured that the café had little to no people nearing its closing time. And so he only ever stopped by in the evening, usually after practicing stages and before heading home.

She serves him his drink, his ‘usual’, and Hyunjin blurts out something that’s not his average ‘thank you’ and ‘please’.

“What’s your name?” he asks, because this is not the type of café where the barista has a name card on their apron. He flushes and goes on. “It’s just— I don’t think I ever got your name.”

She laughs kindly and answers. It’s a pretty name, Hyunjin thinks to himself.

“And you?” she inquires politely.

There’s a seed of suspicion in him, a flicker of doubt. Did she really not know him? He had been tricked before by people feigning ignorance.

But her expression is curious, and earnest, and he decides to give her the benefit of doubt.

“Hyunjin.”

“Hyunjin,” she repeats, as though testing the name out on her tongue. A fleeting thought passes his mind: My name sounds safe with her.

She smiles. “It’s nice to finally know you, Hyunjin. Thanks for always coming to my café.”

“This is yours?” he says, a little dumbstruck. He had assumed she was just an employee.

“It is.” There’s a proud gleam in her eyes. “It’s always been my dream to own one, and here I am.”

“It’s one of my favorite places,” says Hyunjin. He’s not even exaggerating; he means it. He adores the floor-to-ceiling windows, the intricate woodwork, the potted plants in every corner.

Her smile brightens, widens. She thanks Hyunjin and is about to say more when the bell by the door chimes. “Oh, a customer. I’m sorry.”

“It’s no problem. Go ahead.”

She rushes over to the counter. Hyunjin sinks a bit into his seat, doing his best to avoid the newcomer’s gaze.

That day, Hyunjin learns how a name can make a world’s difference.

One evening, Hyunjin asks her, “What kind of music do you like?”

She looks up from bookkeeping and tongues the inside of her cheek thoughtfully. She names a handful of genres, none of which might fit the bill for Stray Kids.

Over the past weeks, Hyunjin had gotten to know her. Her love for coffee and baked goods. Her impulsive decision to move to Korea. Her loneliness, dulled only by the steady flow of patrons visiting her shop.

There are still some weeks where he thinks it’s too good to be true. To be undiscovered this long, to meet someone who didn’t know a thing about his industry, to strike up a friendship that had nothing to lose but everything to gain.

She asks a question of her own. “Do you have any pets?”

Hyunjin brightens at the opportunity to talk about Kkami.

That day, he remembers what it’s like— to be curious, to be known.

It occurs to Hyunjin, quite suddenly, that he won’t be seeing her for a while.

The thought only comes as his plane is taking off.

He had seen her over the weekend. She sought his honest opinion on drinks she planned to add to her menu.

At the time, he hadn’t thought of bringing it up. What would he say, anyway? I’m going on a worldwide tour.

Miserable, he fiddles with his phone until Changbin levels him a firm look.

“There’s in-flight Wi-Fi,” he says. “Do you want me to get the password for you?”

“Yes, please.”

Once connected to the internet, Hyunjin searches up the café’s socials and finds its number, which is effectively her number. His heart leaps out of his chest.

He stares at the blinking cursor in the KakaoTalk chat. He had never given out his socials to her out of fear she would realize who he was, what type of life he lived. Now, he was considering using his personal number to message her.

It feels like too much. Hyunjin places his phone face down onto his lap. He wasn’t going to text her. He shouldn’t. Right?

In the next two hours, he probably checks and puts down his phone a dozen times. Fed up, Changbin eventually groans, “Just do what you have to do already!”

Hyunjin, red-faced, picks up his phone. Changbin is right. He keys in a quick message to the café’s account and hits send before he can overthink it.

Hi, this is Hyunjin. I usually come on weekday nights. I might be gone for a while; I’m heading abroad for work. I’m just letting you know, so you don’t think I hate your coffee or anything. Stay healthy and don’t work too hard.

He exhales in relief, only to be startled by a notification mere minutes later.

Hi, Hyunjin, she responds. You’re so funny, but also right. I would have been sad if I thought I lost my favorite customer. Stay safe, okay? Send me photos of nice cafés during your travels!

Another notification pops up. It’s weird to be messaging on the shop’s account. LOL. Here’s my personal number.

Hyunjin can feel his heart hammering underneath his chest. He’s ecstatic to have her number, sure, and an excuse to message her while he’s away, but he’s mostly flustered by a small phrase in her text. ‘My favorite customer.’

It might be something she says to everyone; Hyunjin doesn’t care. He suppresses a wide smile from a Changbin eyeing him with open curiosity.

That day, Hyunjin remembers what it feels like to have a crush.

Hyunjin makes good on her offhanded request.

She receives numerous photos of coffee shops and bakeries across the world. Look at this catacomb concept, he says of a café in London. I thought the menu here was good, he notes with a picture from Hanoi.

I want whatever job you have, she texts back after he sends a video of a patisserie in New York. You’re always going to such cool places.

He doesn’t respond for a couple of hours. She worries, briefly, if she had said something wrong. She brushes it off as the timezone difference.

He texts as she’s trying to whip up a new batch of croissants. It’s nice, you’re right, but sometimes I wish I had a job where I could just stay in Korea, he replies. I’ve been to all these places and I think your coffee is still the best.

She wipes the flour off her hands so she can shoot back, You’re just saying that so you can get free drink next time.

He sends a GIF of a cartoon cat crying. I mean it, he texts. I miss you.

She nearly drops her bowl of batter when she sees what he said. Thankfully, he follows up with, LOL, sorry, sent too soon. *I miss your lattes.

Riiight, she types, then erases.

If you miss me, just say so, she types, then erases.

I miss you, too.

She erases that and sends instead, LOL. I’ll be sure to perfect it by the time you come back.

That day, she burns a batch of croissants as she tries to figure out how she feels.

The answer reveals itself to her soon enough.

She’s just about to pack up shop when she hears the front door’s bell. She begins to instinctively apologize about being closed for the night when she sees who the guest is.

Hyunjin, with two paper bags in his hands.

“That’s too bad,” he says dramatically. “I guess I’ll have to give these away to someone else, then.”

She laughs; he grins. He places down the bags on a table and asks, “Think you could spare a few minutes for your favorite customer?”

“Of course,” she says without hesitation. “Give me a second.”

She flips the ‘OPEN’ sign to ‘CLOSED’, turns off online deliveries on her phone, and leaves all but one light open.

“I’m only willing to stay overtime for you,” she laughingly tells a Hyunjin who is watching her do her closing routine. “I can make you a drink, though…”

“No need.” He waves her over. “I got you some stuff.”

“You didn’t have to,” she says as she tries to peek into the bags. “When did you get back?”

“Yesterday. I went straight to my parents, though, before coming here.”

“How was all the traveling?”

“Tiring, fun. I’m glad to be home.”

She offers him a gentle smile. “I’m glad you’re back, too,” she says. In the sparse light of the café, it’s hard to tell for sure, but she thinks she sees Hyunjin blush.

He shoves one of the bags forward. “Here are some decorations for the café. They’re nothing fancy, and it’s still up to you whether you want to put them up…”

Hyunjin trails off as she brings out one decoration after the other. She’s overwhelmed. They’re all gorgeous and fitting of her café’s aesthetic.

“Hyunjin,” she says, awed. “I can’t possibly take these.”

But Hyunjin is shaking his head and already gesturing towards the other bag. “This one has a bunch of coffee packets I got from different places. I thought you might like them.”

The thoughtfulness of it draws a disbelieving laugh out of her. “That’s it. You’re getting free drinks for a month,” she says seriously.

Hyunjin laughs, too. “That’s not necessary.”

“Oh, it is very necessary. This—” She gestures at all of Hyunjin’s gifts. “Is a really nice thing for you to do. Thank you, Hyunjin. Really.”

The smile on his face makes her pulse race.

“You’re welcome,” he says. “Anything for my favorite barista.”

That day, she concedes: She may have romantic feelings for this particular customer.

It takes Hyunjin a few weeks after that to work up the courage to ask her out.

When he found out her favorite Disney movie was putting out a sequel, he knew this was a golden opportunity. So, one evening, he asks if she’s free that weekend.

She says yes, because it’s her favorite film, but also— because it’s Hyunjin.

Neither of them refer to it as a date. It goes unspoken, is undeniable in its implication. They are two friends who are obviously attracted to each other. This was supposed to be the first time they meet outside her shop.

Hyunjin chooses a small movie theater and buys the tickets in advance. He texts her the details and she says she’ll be there.

Since immigrating, most of her time has just been going back and forth to her café and her apartment. She took cabs more often than not. She avoided tourist spots and malls, and only ever went out to do groceries or buy supplies.

So, that evening, when she decides to try taking the bus, it is her first time at the stop. She sends a text to Hyunjin saying she’s on her way, looks up from her phone, and sees him.

Except it’s not him in the flesh. It’s him, on the bus stop’s LED screen. Nearly unrecognizable.

The Hyunjin she knows wears dark hoodies and unbranded caps. The Hyunjin on the screen is dressed from head to toe in designer. She stares, slack-jawed, as text appears. ‘Hwang Hyunjin: Our Shining Star.’

A student sitting near her claps their hands. “Oh, are you a STAY, too? Is Hyunjin your bias?” they ask.

She clears her throat. “Yes,” she lies, and the student nods excitedly.

“My bias is Felix,” the teenager raves. “I guess we’re both danceracha fans, ha-ha!”

The student boards the next bus that comes. It’s the same bus that’s supposed to pass by the mall where she has to go, but she stays rooted in her seat.

She finds herself doing inventory on what she knows about Hyunjin. He didn’t like talking about his job, only ever mentioning it in vague terms. It involved a lot of traveling. It was tiring, he said. But fun.

Her phone dings. Hyunjin’s message reads, Getting us popcorn. What flavor do you want?

She looks at the text, then back up at the LED screen. Could it be a twin, maybe? No, she thinks. They had the same name.

Instead of answering his question, she replies, Who are you?

Hyunjin responds with a sticker of a whale with several question marks over its head.

What’s a ‘STAY’? Who’s Felix? What’s a ‘danceracha’? Why do you have a poster at the bus stop?, she asks in a succession of texts.

She repeats, Who are you?

In the cinema lobby, Hyunjin feels his blood run cold. He can’t breathe, suddenly. In his excitement to invite her out, he hadn’t accounted for the dozens of birthday banners around the city.

He practically bolts out of the mall. He flags down a taxi that takes him back to his apartment, where Chan, Changbin, and Jisung are starting a new Netflix series.

“Hey, Hyune. I thought you’d be back—” Chan falters, then gets to his feet. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

Hyunjin hadn’t realized there were tears streaming down his face until Jisung pauses their show and Changbin rushes to grab a box of tissues.

“I think I messed up,” Hyunjin says, his voice barely above a whisper.

She goes home that night and resists the urge to search him up. She wants to hear it from him, who he is, and why he had been so keen to hide it.

Hyunjin, meanwhile, fights back sobs as he admits to his friends what had happened. How badly he had wanted to be normal, for once, and how it was now blowing up in his face.

When she falls asleep, she dreams of a darkened movie house— one bucket of popcorn, shy fingers dancing around each other’s touch.

Hyunjin tosses and turns in bed for hours. Her texts glare up at him, unanswered. Who are you, Hyunjin?

That day, the weather forecast is dreary. The rainy season has come early.

She hardly has time to think of Hyunjin.

The rain brings in more customers. Those seeking shelter from the downpour, those in need of a warm drink.

On Monday, two boys swoop in with ridiculously oversized umbrellas.

“Your blueberry cheesecake looks good,” the smaller of them says. “Can I have a slice and an iced coffee too, please?”

“An iced coffee in this rain?” The taller sniffles dejectedly. “Jisung-ah, that’s impractical.”

Jisung glances at her for support.

“I think iced coffee can be enjoyed in any weather,” she offers.

Jisung looks pleased. “See, Minho-hyung?”

Minho rolls his eyes but smiles slightly. “I think I’ll stick to my hot coffee. One espresso, please,” he says, and she punches in their orders.

The one named Jisung shoots several looks at her throughout their stay. Minho is mostly indifferent. (Or, rather, more discreet in stealing glances.) They leave a tip in her jar on the way out, and talk about her on the way home.

On Tuesday, a boy wearing a baseball jersey comes up to the counter.

“Do you make all these yourself?” he asks while looking at the menu.

“I do,” she says. “I came up with most of the recipes, too.”

His eyes shine. “Can I have an iced Americano with syrup for takeout? And—” He pauses, as though deciding on whether he should continue. “Do you mind if I watch you make it?”

She grins. She enjoyed customers like this. She invites the boy across the counter and walks him through the machinery, the procedure, the ingredients.

“Thank you so much,” he says once it’s all done, when he has his to-go cup in his hand.

“It’s no problem. If you ever want to learn more about making coffee, my door’s always open.”

He smiles. “Thanks.” Another thoughtful pause. “I’m Seungmin, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Seungmin,” she says as she gives her own name.

On Wednesday, three boys come in at noon.

They all don name tags over their chests.

“Binnie,” she reads out loud. The three boys balk, as though surprised. She smiles sheepishly at their reaction and points at the tags. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to shock you.”

The one with the tag that says ‘Chan’ flashes her a lopsided grin. “We came from an event. Must’ve forgotten to take these off.”

“No problem. What can I get you guys?”

‘Lix’ scans the display of pastries and asks, “How much for everything?”

She raises her eyebrows. “Pardon me?”

“We’re going to be feeding a lot of people,” Binnie explains. “Will it be an inconvenience if we take all of your food?”

“No, not at all,” she says quickly. “But it should cost around…” She does the numbers, lets them know.

Chan nods. “That’s alright. We’ll have it all for takeout, please.”

Bewildered, she begins to pack all the food into containers and paper bags. This had never happened to her. She would have to close shop early.

“Please choose three drinks,” she tells them. “I’ll throw them in for free.”

They look surprised. “You don’t have to,” Lix says sheepishly.

“You guys bought out my stock for the day,” she says. “I’m very grateful, and I’d love to make you a drink in exchange.”

After more of her insistence, the three reluctantly pick out their beverages. She sends them off with bags full of pastries, and large coffees for each.

On Thursday, a familiar boy chats with her about the rain.

As she’s making his order, she tries to place where she saw him. She serves him his coffee and tentatively asks, “Are you Jeongin?”

He draws back a bit and cautiously replies in the affirmative.

“You came here once,” she’s quick to explain. “It was snowing.”

Jeongin nods. “Right. I’m surprised you remember.”

“You were with Hy—” She falters. “Your friend.”

He looks almost amused. “Hyunjin,” he finishes, and she nods.

“Hyunjin,” she repeats through the lump in her throat. “Well, excuse me.”

“Sure.”

She ducks back over to the counter and opens her KakaoTalk. Still nothing. She considers messaging him, but decides against it. She wants answers. If Hyunjin can’t give her any, then how can their relationship progress any further?

That day, Jeongin makes a beeline for Hyunjin’s apartment.

The rain is so bad that barely any customers come.

She contemplates closing early when the bell rings, and in comes Hyunjin.

Despite his umbrella, he is drenched from head to toe. He tracks mud into her café and drips rainwater onto her floor. She stares, mouth agape, at the audacity of this man to show up after a weeks’ worth of radio silence.

She’s about to tell him off when he blurts out, “I’m Hwang Hyunjin.”

“I’m part of a group called Stray Kids. Our fans are called ‘STAY’,” he says. “Felix is my friend, and ‘danceracha’ is the subunit we’re part of. I love dancing. It’s what gives me life.”

He goes on, “I paint. I’m trying to get into photography, too. I like cold coffee, romance films, and you.”

She starts at the sudden confession. “What?”

“I really, really like you,” he says breathlessly. “I want to keep coming to this café. I want to watch a movie with you. But— if we’re going to do that— you need to know who I am.”

“You’re a dancer,” she repeats awkwardly.

“Yes. I sing and rap, too.”

She feels dizzy. “And you like me?”

He’s suddenly nervous, can’t meet her eyes. “Yes,” he says, his voice barely audible over the downpour beyond them. “I do.”

The rain falls heavily on the roof, and it is the only sound for a few precarious moments, as the two people in the café hang in delicate balance.

She makes a choice, then and there.

“Let me get you a towel,” she says. “And what coffee do you want? Your usual?”

He smiles so wide that the storm outside becomes nearly irrelevant. “Yes, please.”

That day, they sit at his favorite table and make plans.

When she finally, properly meets all of the boys, she reels backwards in abject shock.

Hyunjin places a hand on the small of her back to steady her. The seven boys laugh at her reaction, though not unkindly.

“For the record, we hadn’t planned it,” Jeongin says. He passes her a drink.

Felix— whose tag had said ‘Lix’, then— helps take her coat. “I really liked your scones! Maybe one day we could bake together,” he says cheerfully.

“Yes, of course,” she stutters.

“Hey, Felix.” Hyunjin wags a finger in his friend’s face. It’s not threatening at all. “That’s my girlfriend!”

“I just wanted scones,” Felix says defensively, and more good-natured laughter ripples through the room.

The attention shifts away from the new couple as the boys begin to lay out food onto the table for Changbin’s birthday celebration.

Jisung notices her dumbstruck expression and gives her a reassuring smile. “Are you surprised?” he asks.

“A little.” She grins back at Jisung. “You’re the one who likes cheesecake.”

He laughs at the comment. “And your cheesecake is one of the best! I’m glad you brought it today.”

Hyunjin interrupts their conversation to steer her towards the kitchen.

He juts his lower lip out in a pout. “I don’t think bringing you here was a good idea,” he says, half-serious. “I’m worried they’re all madly in love with you.”

The absurdity of it makes her giggle. “You’re insane.” She stands on her tiptoes and presses a cheek on to her boyfriend’s cheek. “I love you, though.”

“Damn right,” Hyunjin says. He tries to steal another kiss but she laughs, ducks away.

“We have to go back to your friends,” she says pointedly as Hyunjin wraps his arms around her waist.

“Five more minutes,” he whines, and she can’t help herself. She smiles.

“Five more minutes.”

That day, they are happy. They are known. And it is more than enough.

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