#you and the kid both hans

[faunandfloraas]

One Kid's Room, 2024.

[holdmyhandnow]

do you ever think about how hold my hand is about overcoming insecurities and embracing who you are and youth is about being unashamedly you no matter what others think

and how these two performances are the only ones that physically overlap

because i think about it

[scoupsofjisung]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ change is inedible, according to han jisung

also known as: episode 2 of: i find a funny incorrect quote and make my favs say it

🧸 paring: han jisung x f! reader

🧸 warnings: none. the word disease is used but like. not anything about it :) also psa: DON'T PUT COINS IN UR MOUTH

🧸 author rambles: me during my holidays: writes nothing. me when i have to prepare for a presentation at uni TOMORROW: makes a text fic 👹👹 once again this is so random but i wanted to make another text fic because it’s cute and i love stray kids (as if this is any different to usual), so here we go. also HANJISUNG’S HAIR ATM?????? unbelievable. he’s so pretty. (also something about creating something breaking me out of the endless cycle of scrolling and braindeadness. yeah 😎🤘🏽) enjoy!!

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blog info post!

[suja-janee]

Given that bi han canonically has said “you turned Kuai Liang against me” he would no doubt say some edgy shit like

“YOU UNDERESTIMATE MY POWER”

[gumbiedots]

i don't condone kpop shipping but the idea of a minsung wicked au tickles me so much i almost feel tempted to write it

[cienie-isengardu]

[skzluck]

STRAY KIDS "CHK CHK BOOM" M/V TEASER 1 - HYUNJIN & HAN JISUNG

[magnifiico]

fair warning that if you write a young royal (whether the character is literally a Child or just a young adult trying their damn best in such an important and stressful role), mags is obligated to adopt them

i don't make the rules – bc lbr, even if i did, mags wouldn't follow them

[kisskissbanggang]

Jumpspace Renegade - ep. 14 ✨🚀

[3.3k words, 12min. read - Stray Kids Multi Fic, Scifi!au, Choose Your Own Adventure - Jisung x Fem. Reader, Chan x Fem. Reader - SFW/Smut in Other Chapters/✨A HINT of Spice✨ - Navigating Feelings, Platonic(?) Intimacy, ChangLix is Figuring it Out, Ruthless Scheming, Ominous Plot Hints, Forehead Smooches, Lingering Looks, Cold Showers, Loyalty Crisis, ONE Kiss, Delicious Banter and Flirting and Tension, Always Check the Tags]

[Episodes on Fridays 7pm pst, Polling closes Saturdays 7pm pst]

[A/N: My first fic with #straykidsland! Definitely check out their network and follow💕]

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Chan really thought he had you pinned. Surely, an alliance with him meant you would have to knock it off with anything shady for the time being.

Too bad for him, he wasn’t aware that you didn’t exactly care. This was an easy choice.

Your alliance with Minho – at least in its conception – was purely out of convenience. Knowing what he was up to would help you plan for any eventuality. An alliance with Chan would afford you the same thing.

Of course, there was the whole issue of actually liking Minho, but what did that matter? The bounty wanted nothing to do with you physically ever since you took him up on his offer, anyway.

And it wasn’t like you deplored Chan. You just really, really weren’t a fan of him lately.

Still. Access to the captain was too valuable.

He continued to stare you down in the showers, cocky and sure of himself as ever.

“An alliance?” you casually repeated. ���Sure. Okay.”

Maybe it was the way you so nonchalantly said it. Maybe it was that he wasn’t expecting you to say it at all.

Chan softened immediately, as if he had been tensing himself to receive your answer. You held out a hand for him to shake and he warily shook it.

“But you should know,” you casually added, “I don’t like to mix business with pleasure. If you ever come onto me again I’ll break your knees.”

Chan blinked at you, forgetting to let go of your hand while he processed this. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

“I used up all the hot water, by the way,” you grinned, cheekily patting Chan’s bare shoulder. “Enjoy your cold shower, Captain.”

The relatively cool air of the ship blasted you and sent a shiver down your back when you exited the washroom, wondering where Jisung was. His cabin door across from the heads was wide open, exposing the lack of the pilot inside. You peeked into the galley and set your shower supplies down in the booth. The digital screen installed next to the kitchen showed who was standing watch when it wasn’t displaying ship or planet time. Soon enough, Jisung’s name scrolled across.

There was one thing on your mind following this new development with Chan.

Obviously, Minho would be elated to find out.

And it would be wise to sort out how to access him with no more keycard. But that meant you had to be sure no one could randomly listen in on you. 

You crept upstairs to the bridge. By this point, you could assume most everyone was asleep. The bridge was dim and quiet, but a faint light revealed the pilot, lounging in the secret bunk in the compartment under his console. He flipped through a comic, smoking a charge clip and not bothering to look up until you sat on the floor beside him.

You reached over and clicked off his clip, getting his attention. “You want me to stop hating you?”

Jisung paused now, curious.

“Disable the function to remotely activate the talk box in my cabin.”

The pilot looked at you then, shrugged, and crawled out of the compartment bunk. He closed the door on top of it and re-seated himself at his console, clicking and typing through some programming before a concerning beep seemed to warn him before he shut it off.

“Done,” Jisung clapped his hands together. “What’re you doing tonight? Want to hang out?”

It was your turn to blink in confusion. “It was that simple? You don’t even want to know why?”

“No,” answered Jisung. “I’d just enjoy knowing you don’t hate me. So are we hanging out or what?”

“Uh, no?” you laughed. “I said I wouldn’t hate you. I didn’t say anything about not being mad at you.”

Jisung deflated, slouching in his chair at his console. “Fair enough,” he pouted, scrunching both eyes closed. 

Wait. 

Both?

“Hey, something's different,” you smirked. “What happened to your eyepatch?”

The pilot’s eyes widened, first in confusion and then in realization. He pointed at the light bruise on his cheekbone. “Apparently, all I needed to speed up my heal time was a swift punch in the face. My dude had an insane right hook.”

“Looks like it,” you chuckled sympathetically, but this back-and-forth gave you pause. It’d been nice having a steady friend on board. Jisung offered you a small smile and you broke down immediately. “Fine,” you sighed. “You want me to stop being mad at you?”

“Uh, yeah?” laughed Jisung, almost playful. “This sucks. I hate making you mad.”

“Then first:” you began. Jisung looked on intently. “Never steal my shit again. You could’ve been a grown-up and asked–”

“But what if you said no?!” Jisung whined.

“Then that would’ve been my right, asshole! So first: never steal my shit again. Second: actually pitch the setup at Sentury Station to me. Properly. With details. We barely had any time on Phaborus.”

The pilot sat up at attention right away. “Like right now?”

You sighed hard, but it was tough not to be a little smitten. “No, dummy, not right now,” you said with a shake of your head. “Actually think about it and plan it out, and then come to me in private.”

Jisung grinned in determination, new goals in mind. “You got it. You’re gonna be so not mad at me.”

“Looking forward to it,” you teased. You stroked Jisung’s fringe out of his eyes as a parting gesture, and you could feel the mutual longing you both had for a buddy tonight. Still, you had to follow through. You were still mad, and Jisung had his new conditions to meet. You turned to leave the bridge, thankful that Jisung seemed content with this development, when Chan ran into you in the stairwell, fresh from his cold shower.

Maybe this was why you were feeling a little exhausted. You’d barely had time to relax. There was always something to take up your attention.

“Up to anything fun while I was away?” he asked, unamused.

You brazenly pinched the captain’s cheek. “I was reading Jisung a bedtime story.”

Chan gently, yet sternly, gripped onto your wrist before you could pull it back. The hold his cybernetic hand had on you was steadfast. “Is that all you were doing?”

The smallest, most effective move you could think of to make Chan release you without causing a scene was an admittedly ridiculous one. You stepped forward into his space in the stairwell, your chest against his, your best doe eyes gazing into his stoic glare until he gave up and stepped back, breaking his concentration. “We’re partners now, Captain,” you reminded him. “You said that now you’ll know I have your back. No matter what. And no matter who I spend time with.”

Chan was steaming when you winked goodbye and trotted the rest of the way down the stairs.

You made one more detour to the kitchen, grabbing something to drink for the night. The tea you opened was refreshing, helping you finally catch a second of calm, when you heard a creak across the galley. The door to Changbin’s cabin was open, warm light spilling onto the floor, and there was the mechanic himself, thinking he was being sneaky when he didn’t see you lurking in the dark kitchen. 

Changbin jumped when he flipped the lights on, but his startle quickly faded. He pulled you into a hug and kissed your forehead. “Hey, I haven’t seen you all afternoon,” he fretted. “How are you?”

“I’m fine, dude, really,” you reassured him, despite feeling dead on your feet. 

“You sure?” worried Changbin. “You’ve had a crazy day. You saved Felix, for Christ's sake.”

Your primary impulse was to argue this. All you did was get Felix back to the ship. Minho was the one that saved him.

“Nova?” came Felix’s voice from inside Changbin’s cabin. He immediately started shooing you in Felix’s direction.

“Are you sure? He should be resting,” you nagged the mechanic.

“Go,” insisted Changbin. “He’s rested all day, and he’s been worried about you ever since you left to go fetch Hyunjin.”

You were about to ask what Changbin would be doing while you visited, but your question was already half-answered when you turned to see him digging through the cooler. For a second, you wondered if the two had ever properly eaten all afternoon or evening. You peeked into Changbin’s cabin, grinning wide when you caught sight of Felix. The blonde had regained his color, now sitting up in bed and bundled in one of Changbin’s hoodies. He dropped the book he was reading and immediately outstretched his arms to you.

“Come here,” he happily demanded.

Your resolve was shot immediately, unable to resist giving the man a hug after an insane day. You sat yourself on the edge of the bed and embraced him as gently as he would let you. He also kissed your forehead, affectionately cradling your face for a second.

“I’m going to thank you for saving me,” he explained. “And I know you’re going to give me some shit about Minho doing everything, because that’s exactly what Minho told me. So I’m going to thank you, because you’re the one who got me out of there and back on the ship.”

“Fine, fine,” you humbly relented, before you openly changed the subject with a sweeping wave. “So… Changbin’s cabin, huh?”

“I dunno, dude,” Felix sighed, still retaining a hint of a grin but sighing nonetheless. “Perspective changes when more important things come up. But it was fucking tense in here for the first hour or so, like, until he finally spilled.”

“So you know more?” you asked, trying not to sound too hungry for further developments. Finding out Changbin was married was huge, even for you, and you hadn’t known the crew long.

“Yeah,” Felix nodded. “I know more. Go look at the computer. He pulled more stuff up for me. The stuff I saw was just the most recent.”

You looked in the direction of Felix’s point to Changbin’s computer on his desk. There were messages upon messages pulled up. Felix continued while you browsed through them.

“It’s tough, Nova,” he exhaled. “She hates him. She practically despises him. She’s convinced he’s sleeping with every marine he meets, and she can’t stand that he’s had boyfriends before marrying her.”

“So she’s crazy,” you determined. 

Felix dazedly nodded. “Kind of hard to get a divorce if it means you have to be in the vicinity of a lunatic.”

“How do you feel about it, dude?”

The weapons specialist was about to draw his knees up when the wound in his waist hurt too much. He defeatedly melted back into the bed. “According to Bin, they got married right after he was drafted. Money was tight, resources were scarce, she had a good job, and he’d have reliable income. It was more to take care of each other than anything.”

“Do you believe him?”

Felix thought about this, messing with the sleeves of Changbin’s hoodie. “Yeah,” he finally decided.

“But it still hurts,” you clarified. 

“That he kept it a secret?” Felix asked. “Of course. Just takes time.”

The two of you relaxed in silence for a moment, digesting this. “How was Jeongin’s dinner?” Felix asked you, interrupting the quiet.

“It was good,” you assured him with a nod. “There’s leftovers if you want.”

“No,” Felix emphatically refused. “Whatever painkillers Minho gave me obliterated my appetite. It also made me ridiculously tired.”

“Then you should get more sleep,” you prodded, grabbing the blankets and tucking Felix in. This time, you kissed his forehead. Felix bid you goodnight and you did the same, quietly letting yourself out and back into the galley.

Changbin was right there, unsurprisingly. He grappled you into another thankful hug before relinquishing you, and you could hear him badgering Felix to drink some warm tea while you got your head back into your plans for the night.

You had one final idea for the night. With your magic keycard being snatched back by Chan, and the hatches to Minho’s room being sealed, you’d have to come up with a new idea on how to access him, especially if an emergency arose. You first dropped your shower supplies into your cabin and opened the closet, tapping softly on the back of the compartment. With Jisung disabling your talk box, you were no longer worried that someone could listen in on you. When you received no answer, you figured Minho must be sleeping.

Nevertheless. 

The best time to be trying to get this done would be nighttime, with everyone asleep.

You tried to look casual strolling out into the workshop when you spied Jeongin in the loft. He noticed you, too, setting his book down and waving at you.

“What’re you reading?” you coolly asked, sidling up to the workbench and swiping a laser cutter.

Jeongin nonchalantly pointed at the earpiece he was wearing, signaling that he was actually on a call while enjoying his book, and gestured at the proton slicer beside you instead. You blew him a kiss and tucked the tool into your waistband before heading back to your cabin.

Once again, the service access was arid when you crept inside. You held the flashlight from your nightstand aloft and examined Chan’s welding work. Thankfully, this didn’t appear to be metal joining the hatch to the frame, but it was some sort of compound that was tough as nails. When you charged and clicked on the proton slicer, the beam didn’t do anything to the weld. You rolled your eyes. Would the hatch in Minho’s closet be equally impenetrable? 

You crawled out of the service hatch and into the opening at the top of your closet, trying to move fast when you dropped your flashlight with a clatter. Quiet would be crucial here, since you were right under Chan’s cabin. You scrambled to pick up the plastic flashlight, almost jumping out of your skin when the beam landed on Chan, waiting for you in the access passage.

“Telling more bedtime stories?” he teased.

Five different excuses almost spewed out of you at once when Chan held up a hand to silence you. He simply pointed up.

“My cabin. Now.”

He watched you climb up, keeping a wary eye on you to make sure you wouldn’t run, before climbing up after you. From this vantage point, you could tell that the hatch opened into his own closet floor. You observed his desk-turned-workbench, covered in tools haphazardly grouped into some semblance of organization. A small set of paints were closed beside a couple of ship models he was working on, while a solder pen sat next to some spare panels for his limbs. There was a monitor mounted to the wall blasting an old movie, while a computer played a livestream on his bureau. 

Chan clicked off the strong work light hanging over his desk. “It’s amazing, how easy you are.”

“Excuse me?” you sputtered.

“I give you a juicy offer and I immediately catch you being friendly with Jisung and about to break into the bounty’s cabin?”

“What does Jisung have to do with this?!” you laughed snidely. “The cabin, I can understand that looks suspicious. But just talking to Jisung?!”

Chan seemed more than a little caught by your interrogating. He stood quiet, waiting for your next move.

“Besides,”  you huffed, “I thought you’re supposed to trust me now. How do you know I’m not trying to get more details out of Minho? Maybe I’m trying to get more info about what’s going down in Victory Meridian.”

And now Chan looked like his interest was piqued. You silently cursed yourself for mentioning Daedalus.

“Victory Meridian?” he smirked. “No one believes my gut feeling that we’re walking into something.” 

“Then maybe you should let me try and gain some leeway here,” you argued. Chan leaned back against his desk, and you sat yourself on the edge of his bed.

The captain folded his arms, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I like you, Miss Nova,” he sighed. “But you’re always up to something. Why can’t you tell me before you do shit?”

You leaned back, aloof and resting your palms on the bedspread. “You like me?” you cutely cocked your head. “I heard that. Jisung told me you like me a lot.”

Chan scoffed where he was leaning against his desk across from you. “What is this, school? Like I have a little girl-next-door crush on you?”

“You sure like to bully me like we’re in school,” you shot back. 

Chan held your glare. “If you’re talking about my unconventional approach to getting your loyalty, I think I have plenty of reasons to stay the course. If I keep being hard on you, you’ll either slip or you’ll be a perfect crewmate. Maybe even first mate material.”

“I thought Jisung was your first mate,” you challenged.

“No,” Chan shook his head. “It’s just convenient for us both to refer to him as such. He's the pilot, I'm the captain, and that’s it.”

“Maybe,” you posited, “if you keep being so hard on me, I’ll want nothing to do with you, let alone be your first mate. Maybe, if you keep being so hard on me, it’ll make me want to mess with you in return.”

Chan raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You’ll mess with me? What’ll you do, sabotage me? Play a little prank on me?”

The captain almost flinched when you stood up from his bed and took a few short strides to where he leaned against his work station. “Maybe,” you growled, “I’ll only stay in Minho’s good graces by fucking him.”

“So it’s been more than once?” Chan demanded to know.

“Way more than once,” you lied.

Chan looked like he could break something.

Hilarious.

It didn’t matter that the truth was far more boring; it only mattered that Chan was fuming at the thought that you’d already managed to sleep with Minho multiple times since coming on board.

“What’s the matter?” you pouted. “Upset your alliance didn’t come with a little punch card to come in my bed?”

With the way you had him back up against his desk, you heard a small creak from how Chan gripped the surface with his enhanced hand. 

“So I was right,” he smirked, trying to keep up and remain cool. “You are easy.”

You bit down the first snarky remark that came to mind in lieu of something more calculated. “And I was right,” you grinned back. “You’re jealous that Minho has me on call and you don’t.”

Chan’s kiss was immediate and brief, in equal parts due to how he backed off and how you instantly reacted by slapping him. His hands were on you as fast as they were off you, now limply holding onto the hem of your shirt. You had to admit, you sort of liked this about Chan, the fact that this was so complicated. It’s what you liked about Minho, too, unlike how you loved the ease of spending time with Jisung or Seungmin.

“Stay with me tonight,” Chan suddenly, quietly pleaded. You let yourself be drawn closer until your forehead rested against his. “No funny business; you can sneak out in the morning. I just like being around you.”

Your mind raced, your head reeled, the air in your lungs turned to stone from Chan’s proposal. Yeah, you liked the ornery captain of the Ambler, but you also liked other people.

Like Seungmin.

Who, as you’d realized, had no recollection that Chan himself had outed you for sleeping with him, Jisung, and Minho. If you cared, you had a clean slate. That wasn’t even to say that you could be preventing Jisung or Minho from becoming jealous, too.

If it even went there. Who said that you’d fuck Chan if you stayed with him? This could be your chance to ease the tension that was obviously between you, maybe actually become friends.

Or maybe take out some tension on him.

Chan’s lips on yours, his fleeting hands on your waist and in your hair, it was as exhilarating as it was relieving.

There were far too many ideas of what you could do here, but you needed to think fast.

[merrysithmas]

who had any idea rogue one and andor would be the only ones left standing after the Disney nuclear apocalypse of star wars

[five-star-stay]

[eomcheong-keun-megi]

Han Jisung out here

with the Neurodivergent Sound Design

[youandthemountains]

The concept of boba fett Johnny with princess leia Daniel does make me think of leohttt's great Robin Hood fic where Johnny works for Kreese's Sheriff of Nottingham and Daniel is Sam-as-Robin Hood's imprisoned dad.

space-western robin-hood cobra kai au when

[snekdood]

lmao???

this quiz sorts through characters from like dozens of fandoms and finds the one you’re most like. I’m not even a little bit surprised by my result

[cienie-isengardu]

Mortal Kombat 1 Behind the Scenes AU: Panic (Mom is visiting)

Author's note: Mom may or may not hear about the whole dating nonsense Bi-Han pulled for Kuai Liang's sake. Kuai Liang's self preservation instinct kicked in just in case, so he is running to find Bi-Han before mom finds him XD

[Cage’s Mansion] [Waiting for Liu Kang] [Special Bonus] [Grandmaster’s commentary] [Climbing scene] [Madam Bo’s Inn] [Cage’s Mansion 2 (fire extinguisher)] [Medic] [Shang Tsung’s sad face] [Smoke’s Fall] [Scenography (1)] [Scenography (2)] [Show off!] [Favorite brother] [Climbing on the wall (nonsense)] [Tomas’ commentary] [Perfectly fine] [Sexy, sexy man~♪] [Brothers between filming - Scenography(3)] [Wrong team!] [Since when you two are friends?!] [I like being evil sorcerer more] [I forgot my line, sorry!] [Read the script Kuai!] [Get. Lost.] [Dating] [Permission] [Why date a punk like him…]

[luckystay]

bf!stray kids reaction to...

another member flirting with you.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 BANG CHAN

Felix wasn’t doing anything overtly inappropriate—just being his usual charming self, casually complimenting your laugh and playfully nudging your arm.

But Chan noticed. His jaw clenched ever so slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching as he tried to keep his usual calm composure.

He didn’t say anything, didn’t make a scene, but his hand found yours, intertwining your fingers and giving a firm squeeze. “Can I talk to you for a second?” he asked, his tone light, though his eyes betrayed his emotions.

Upstairs, away from prying eyes, Chan pressed you against the door gently, his forehead resting against yours. “You know you’re mine, right?” he whispered, his voice low, carrying an edge of possessiveness that made your heart race.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 LEE KNOW

Hyunjin didn’t mean anything by it—it was just his natural charisma shining through as he teased you lightly, his hand brushing against yours as you both laughed.

Lee Know, however, wasn’t laughing. His eyes followed every move, his expression unreadable but sharp.

He didn’t say a word until Hyunjin wandered off. Then, Minho’s hand was on your lower back, guiding you toward the kitchen. “Let’s get something to drink,” he said simply, his tone neutral, but the way his fingers pressed into your back told you everything.

Once inside the kitchen, he pulled you close without warning. “You look too good today,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your shoulder. “Don’t let him get any ideas.”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 CHANGBIN

Seungmin’s humor was razor-sharp, and you couldn’t help but laugh as he lightly roasted you, his teasing drawing a smile you couldn’t hide.

Changbin heard it all, his gaze flickering between the two of you, but he kept his composure. For now.

It wasn’t until you were in the car heading home that he spoke. “You seemed to be having a good time with Seungmin,” he said, his tone casual but his grip on the steering wheel just a little too tight.

“Jealous?” you teased.

Changbin glanced at you, his lips curving into a smirk. “Maybe. I just don’t like sharing.”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 HYUNJIN

It wasn’t anything dramatic—just Chan being his warm, thoughtful self, adjusting your necklace for you and complimenting how nice it looked.

But Hyunjin of course didn’t think it was that innocent, his smile dimming slightly as he leaned back in his chair, watching the interaction with narrowed eyes.

later that night, as you lay tangled together in bed, that he finally spoke. “Do you think he touches everyone like that?” he asked softly, his tone teasing but laced with something more serious.

You turned to him, confused. “What are you talking about?”

Hyunjin only smirked, leaning in to kiss you deeply. “Nothing. Just making sure you know who you belong to.”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 HAN

Changbin wasn’t doing anything over the top, just resting a hand on your shoulder as he laughed at one of your jokes, his grin warm and genuine.

when Jisung caught it. He froze mid-bite of his food, his eyes narrowing as he watched the interaction.

When you sat back down beside him, Jisung leaned in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “You’ve got everyone’s attention tonight, huh?”

You blinked, surprised. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged, popping another fry into his mouth. “Nothing,” he said nonchalantly, though his arm slid around your waist for the rest of the night, pulling you closer as if to make a point.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 FELIX

Jeongin was being sweet like always, his eyes lighting up as he complimented your outfit. “It really suits you,” he said sincerely, his smile boyish and charming.

Felix watched from the couch, his expression soft but thoughtful.

He didn’t interrupt, didn’t make a scene, but as you sat beside him later, away from everyone’s earshot, Felix leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re so popular today,” he said, his deep voice tinged with amusement.

You turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “Should I be worried?”

Felix smiled, kissing your temple. “No. But maybe jeongin should be.”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 SEUNGMIN

Minho’s playful teasing was on full display, his sly grin making you laugh as he pretended to sulk about you “ignoring him.”

Seungmin’s eyes flicked up from his phone, watching the exchange with what appeared to be mild indifference—or so you thought.

He didn’t mention it until a week later, casually bringing it up over dinner. “You seemed pretty close with Minho the other day,” he said, his tone neutral as he scooped another bite of food.

You blinked, caught off guard. “Why are you bringing this up now?” you asked, genuinely confused.

Seungmin’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile as he finally looked up at you. “No reason,” he said lightly. Then, after a beat, he added, “I’d just hate for him to get any ideas.”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 I.N

Han’s energy was infectious, his antics leaving you doubled over in laughter as he reenacted a ridiculous story.

Jeongin sat nearby, pouting as his eyes flicked between you and Jisung. “Stop stealing her, hyung,” he finally mumbled, loud enough for everyone to hear.

The room erupted into laughter, but Jeongin didn’t join in. Instead, he shuffled closer to you, wrapping his arms around you with a huff. “I’m funnier anyway,” he grumbled, his head resting on your shoulder.

Everyone thought it was adorable—and a little funny—but Jeongin made sure to stay glued to you for the rest of the night.