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ryxiez · 3 months

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a/n: my tiktok feed has been full of the orange peel theory and i know minho would be the perfect research participant for it.

“i really want an orange,” you sigh, nuzzling a little further into where you were buried into minho. he hums in agreement, eyes flickering to you for a moment before trailing back to the tv.

“we just got some tangerines from jeju,” he strokes a hand up your arm. “they’re on the counter.”

“yeah,” you pout up at him, leaning forward and trying to catch his eye but he keeps them trained on the screen. “but i don’t want to peel them.”

“then i guess you’re not getting an orange,” he snarks, a smile twitching at the corners of his lips when you huff and relax back into him. you grumble a bit and he ignores you, the only inclination of his attention being the hand he continues to stroke up and down your arm.

a few moments later he shuffles out from under you, leaving you hunched into the place in the couch he was just occupying. you shoot him a glance that’s half curious and half accusatory, a bubble of hope building up in you.

“just gotta use the bathroom,” he explains, and the bubble bursts. right.

“hurry back,” you tell him, and you’re sure you look a bit ridiculous sprawled out like you are.

“okay, boss,” he rolls his eyes, leaving the room swiftly, and for the first time tonight your attention is fully on the tv. he really doesn’t know how distracting he is, even when he’s not doing anything.

he comes back just as the episode is ending, and you can tell that it’s going to end on a cliffhanger. you don’t look away from the screen as you recap him on what he’s missed, filling in the details that have led to the scene right now that has your heartbeat in a chokehold.

you let him slot himself next to you again, lifting yourself up so he could slide under you and settling your head down into his lap, your gaze not wandering from the tv for a single second. it’s only when the episode finishes and the tv screen turns black with end credits that you notice it.

the smell of fresh oranges.

you might have explained it by the scent of the fruity hand soap he keeps stocked in your bathroom, but that one is lemon scented, not orange. a quick flick of your eyes upwards fills in the gap, and you’re shooting up from his lap with a blinding grin on your face so quickly that your head spins.

“careful!” he warns, balancing the plate of freshly peeled orange slices in one hand as he steadies you with the other.

“you peeled me oranges!” you can’t stop smiling as you ignore his reprimand.

“yeah? you said you wanted some,” he furrows his brow, looking a bit confused, which is entirely unfair. he knows that he has tsundere tendencies.

“you passed the orange peel theory test,” you gush at him, taking a slice into your hands and holding it like it was something precious.

“i passed the what?”

“i’m going to eat these oranges,” you continue as if he wasn’t talking, popping the slice in your mouth and groaning at the taste immediately. it’s so good. “and then i’m going to make out with you. for a long time.”

“well if this is the reward i’m going to get, i’ll peel you oranges every day.”

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ryxiez · 4 months

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BFF SKZ!Fake Texts - You accidentally send them a spicy photo❤️

Genre: Smut with some chunks of fluff

✨️Masterlist✨️

Warnings: Felix is super sweet, Cursing, Seungmin goes straight into dom mode, Mentions of breaking traffic rules (I feel like ya'll know this but please be a safe driver. please)

Chan

Minho/ Lee Know

Changbin

Hyunjin

Han Jisung

Felix

Seungmin

I.N/ Jeongin

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ryxiez · 4 months

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eight days of christmas carols - day 1

chan - santa baby

a/n: chan x she/her!reader, chan is rich??? idk what else haha

having a rich boyfriend was nice, especially around the holidays. it took you some time to get used to him spoiling you, took a lot of heated conversations and vulnerability to come to the realization that he wants to buy things for you to make himself feel good, not because he thinks you can’t sustain yourself. it was a touchy topic at first, but after years of being with him you’ve become comfortable enough to tease him about it. in particular, your favorite thing to do was to ask him for incredibly lavish things just to watch him sputter.

“santa baby,” you croon, draping yourself over his back and wrapping your arms around his waist. “slip a diamond under the tree, for me.”

“what are you doing,” he whines, pausing his meticulous chopping of vegetables he was preparing for dinner.

“i’ve been an awful good girl,” you pout into his neck, tickling your fingers against his stomach, and he was glad he put the knife down - if there was anything that would make him chop off a finger, it was you.

“all you’ll get is coal if you keep this up,” he mutters, paying you no mind, but you can see the red crawling up his neck.

“santa baby,” you continue, trailing your hands down to his waistband, teasing your fingers at the elastic of his sweatpants. “so hurry down the chimney tonight,”

you back away fully, cackling with glee when he sputters and turns around, reaching out to grab you. you were too quick, dashing out of his reach, laughing as you leave him in the kitchen.

you leave him be until dinner is ready, hallways grateful that he’s cooking for you and the other half knowing that he was petty enough to burn your portion just a bit if you annoyed him too much.

you help him wash the dishes after, on your best behavior while you rinse and he dries and you don’t even take the opportunity to flick soap bubbles at his face like you want to.

he pulls you onto the couch after, christmas tree lights glistening off of his skin and he looks so pretty. it takes your breath away how beautiful he is, and you didn’t realize how long you’d been staring at him until he quirks a brow up at you with an unspoken what hanging in the air.

“santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing,” you sing-song, poking his nose. “a ring, and i don’t mean on the phone.”

“come here, you absolute menace,” he jumps at you, pinning you down onto the couch, sparing a glance at the carefully wrapped ring box he had hidden under the tree.

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ryxiez · 5 months

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yesssss

a/n: the string on my sweatpants got caught in my kitchen drawer and unraveled and now here we are. this is crack. maybe. idk. MINORS DNI.

thinking about minho constantly teasing you by pulling on the string on your sweatpants all the time. he reveled in the way you would sigh in exasperation as you tied it again, wondering what the point was of doing so when he was just going to untie it later. he would pout and sag into the couch or whatever surface he was sitting on if you changed your pants so you kept them on, compliant to his wishes. he played with the strings if you were sitting together, twining them between his fingers and flicking them this way and that as if they were some kind of cat toy.

things changed when you retaliated by doing it back, pulling on the loose ends of his sweatpant strings if you happened to walk past him or as he was reaching for something high up in the kitchen cabinets. his reaction though was something you didn't expect - he wouldn't pretend to be annoyed or sigh like you did, he would flush red at the tips of his ears and clear his throat, tying them back up quickly before backing away from you. you tried out this experiment a few times in confusion, the answers to his actions never really seeming in reach.

was he hurt or offended in some way by your actions? it didn't seem likely, he was never the type to get truly offended by teasing, especially when it was something he dished out on a regular basis. you let yourself sit in your confusion for a couple days before asking him right out - communication is key, right?

except, he didn't really give you an answer. he just flushed again, stuttering out that nothing was wrong, really before going about his day. it isn't until you reach for the strings one last time, determined to figure this out, that you see him flinch a bit. your hand hovers by his waistband, paused in time as you take in the way his jaw clenches and his hands form into little fists. your brow furrows, mind whirling at max speed until it clicks.

your hand is millimeters from his crotch. every time you'd swiped the strings open, your fingers brushed at his clothed cock. he wasn't hurt, he was turned on.

"oh," you say, a bit dumbly as you look up at him. he squeaks when you move your hand closer, resting on his inner thigh just by his crotch.

"i-," he clears his throat when his voice comes out high-pitched. "sorry?"

"are you embarrassed by being turned on because my hand was near your dick?" you ask incredulously, as if his reaction made absolutely no sense.

"well," he gulps when your hand moves to cover his cock and it jumps in his pants at the contact. "yes?"

you slide to your knees in front of him, face inches from his pants and breath hot on your hand.

"you better get over it, unless you want to die of shame right now," you warn as you tug his pants down.

he scoffs at you, fingers tangling into your hair, but the redness of his ears doesn't disappear even after he finishes into your waiting mouth.

#minho stray kids #skz smut #skz minho #skz x reader #lee minho #minho x reader

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ryxiez · 5 months

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love love love

⌗ love ﹙ yang jungwon ﹚

sum : love at first sight, souls tied together by a thin red thread, that’s how you’d describe your love with jungwon. he’s certain that there’s no one else right for him except for you and vice versa. a blossomed love between two beautiful souls

includes : 2k words , love at first sight, strangers to lovers, tooth rotting fluff, soulmate au? , creepy guy following reader

Between people.

They all have their own desires. Whether that be wealth, comfort, or success.

Yours and along with a certain boy, was love. Love and passion was what you both desired. Of course, everything else was important but you both craved what you gave out.

If one was loving then the other was passionate, didn’t matter what for. The most beautiful desire of them all.

Falling in love with Jungwon, made you hope for eternity.

Walking down the streets of Seoul was always peaceful to you. Observing your surroundings, observing all the people that were living in their own world. Yet no matter how good there is in the world, there will always be bad.

As you walk you can feel a presence inch closer behind you, sending a shiver down your spine. One quick look back and of course it’s a man that looks of no good intentions.

So you take yourself to a convenience store. You walk down an aisle and at the sound of the bell, you see the man walk in. You gulp and due to not paying attention you roughly bump into someone, causing you to fall right on your ass.

It’s a guy and when he turns around he looks annoyed and you can’t help but think his face resembles a cat. However, when his eyes land on you, they drop all harshness. When you guys make eye contact, it’s like the world stops.

Both of you share the same look. Awestruck and twinkling stars in one another’s eyes.

As soon as you blink it’s like you’re back to reality. Which isn’t delightful when you can see the man inching closer to the both of you. Before he can even reach a handout or apologize, you’re throwing yourself onto him.

“Babe!” You screech, your voice clearly nervous.

You tuck your head against his neck. Once again before he can react, you’re whispering.

“Please just play along.”

When you pull away you’re staring at him with desperation-filled eyes. He blinks, his hands shooting to your waist. Your eyes flicker to the man behind him and back to him, giving him a nervous smile.

“Are you okay?” He says a little loud, and then he’s turning around.

The man and Jungwon hold eye contact as if it was a stare-off. The man tries to look at you once more but Jungwon steps in his line a vision. The man finally gives up and leaves. Once you hear the bell ring, you release your arms from him, covering your face with your hands.

“Ugh, I’m so sorry!” You exclaim, feeling way too embarrassed to face the guy. But maybe also because he might’ve been way too good-looking for your mental health.

He blinks again, bending his knees to reach your eye level. When you take a peek, his doe eyes are staring right at you. You almost flinch and he chuckles, standing straight up once again.

“It’s fine, are you okay?” He asks and his little head tilt doesn’t go unoticed by you.

“I think so?” You look around and sigh.

“M’ sorry for bothering you, thank you for helping me.”

When you move to walk away, you can feel your body scream not to. In a panic, Jungwon reaches out for you.

“W-Wait!” He grabs your jacket sleeve but then realizes how weird that is so he quickly lets go.

He begins to fiddle with the Pokémon bread in his hand. You stare at him curiously, letting your eyes linger.

He was wearing some trousers, a cardigan, and some chunky shoes. His hair was a deep red, and he smelt good, maybe even better than you.

“Are you walking?”

You nod.

He looks around staring at the snack in his hand. “Uh, Do you want one?”

Now it was your turn to blink, but you lightly laugh. “Sure.”

He ends up telling you to get a drink as well, so you defeatedly do. When you walk outside he’s bombarded with a bunch of questions from these guys, that you assume are his friends.

“Jungwon what the hell was taking you so long!”

“That’s all you got?”

“Hurry up I’m tired.”

Jungwon silently groans, glaring at his friends. On timing you peak from behind Jungwon and everyone freezes. He doesn’t wait for them to ask questions, shooing them away with a hand.

“I’m gonna walk her home, I’ll see you guys later.” He passes you and you glance at his friends, who look confused as hell but you jog to catch up with Jungwon.

“Jungwon?” His name leaving your mouth causes him to stop.

“Yes?” He smiles and you return it.

“I’m Y/n.”

His smile widens, ”Pretty name.” His hand runs through his hair.

The both of you walked to the subway station. He looks down at his snack and opens it, you look at him and do the same. He opens it he reveals his character, a small pout on his face.

“Hm, didn’t get who I wanted.” He says with a small sigh.

When he looks at you his eyes light up, a gasp leaving him.

“You got Charizard!” He points, and you hold the sticker between your fingers.

You look at him and laugh, snatching the snicker from his hands you give him the Charizard. His brows furrow when he stares at it, his eyes shooting right back towards you.

“Hey, this is yours.” He holds it out to you and you shake your head.

“No it’s okay.” You smile and he still pouts.

“My payback since you bought it. It’s good bread.” You say as you take a bite of the bread and he laughs in amusement.

Jungwon moves to keep walking but you stop him.

“Uh, my stop is here.” He blinks at you and looks around.

“Oh.” He says, sounding disappointed, he glides his finger along the sticker softly.

“Thank you, for helping me and for the small snack.” You smile bashfully.

It’s an odd scene to be honest.

Two complete strangers, standing in a subway station, hair and clothes blowing because of the wind and train passing by. Jungwon slightly bows and begins to walk away.

In that moment a red thread wraps itself around the both of your hearts.

And when he walks away, it tugs, causing you both to lock eyes for what seemed to be the last time.

Your smile is his confirmation, his reasoning of running back towards you.

“Y-Y/n!” He says out of breath, he’s not sure if it’s the adrenaline or maybe it’s the thought of never being able to see you again but his words spill out of his mouth.

“Will I ever see you again?” You’re shocked but also relieved.

“Do you wanna see me again?” You smile and Jungwon nods, he looks almost dumbfounded.

He’s not able to look anywhere but your eyes, loving the way they sparkled. You let out a small laugh, pulling out your phone. You give it to him and he quickly types in his number, a small smile lacing his face.

“There.” He gives it back, his cheeks a little red.

“I’ll see you around Jungwon.”

As soon as you say that your train arrives, the doors open. He waves at you, his cute dimpled smile being the last thing you see as the doors shut. You take your seat on the train, biting your lip as you hold on to your sticker happily. You laugh to yourself as you lean your head on the window. With a soft smile on your face, your eyes flutter closed.

You awaken with a small breath, your eyes trying to adjust to your surroundings. It’s bright, and you can tell you’re in a room. However, that’s not the first thing you recognize.

It’s Jungwon.

He’s the first thing you see when you open your eyes. He’s sound asleep, an arm draped over your body. Shallow breaths leave his nose and you can’t help but think he looks angelic right now.

His fluffy hair and soft beautiful features. You break out into a smile, a small sigh leaving you. Your hand comes up to graze his face, slowly moving to drag the hair that covered his eyes, placing a light peck on his forehead.

You litter pecks across his face. His nose, cheeks, where his dimple lies, and lastly his beauty mark near his jawline. Jungwon lazily smiles, the arm that was wrapped around pulling you closer. You giggle lightly and his ears perk up at the sound.

As he pulls you close, he nuzzles his nose in your hair, sighing. His lips press lightly against your forehead, his eyes fluttering open. He looks down at you, with all the love that resonated in his soul. You don’t need him to say it to know he does, and he knew that too. But it never stopped him from professing it, because no matter what time of day it was, he found himself falling in love with you all over again. Just like the first time, he saw you in that convenience store.

“G’morning ‘won.” You whisper, placing a soft peck on his chin. He moves nuzzling his head in your neck, peppering small kisses.

“Good morning love.” You giggle at the sensation of his gentle lips littering kisses on your skin.

You rake your hands through his hair and you could almost hear him purr, a soft smile on his face. You quickly move to peck his dimple and he lets out an airy laugh.

You lock eyes with him and you’re awestruck. His eyes were always so starry as if they held a whole galaxy, you found yourself never being able to look away. However, a kiss on your lips breaks your trance.

Jungwon is holding your face, his nose nuzzled against yours. His dimpled smile is cheeky and he gazes right into your eyes. His thumb glides softly along your cheek.

“What?” You whisper, a small laugh hinting at your tone.

“I love you.” He whispers. The words are so simple and so familiar coming from him. But still, it causes the butterflies in your stomach to swarm, your cheeks growing a little red.

“Even in my next my life, I’ll always love you.” Tears prick at your eyes.

“I love you too.” Jungwon doesn’t waste another second, he’s leaning down and catching your lips in a soft, tender kiss.

Love between people.

Your world was perfect all because of the soul-binding love that you and Jungwon shared.

You no longer had to hope for eternity with Jungwon because as you looked into his eyes.

Eternity was all you could see.

“For eternity.” You hushly say against his lips.

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@sweet-kisses-and-bloody-screams @euncsace @mrchweeee

#enha x reader #enhypen #jungwon #jungwon x reader #jungwon fluff #enha fluff

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ryxiez · 5 months

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a/n: minho being as delulu as the rest of us are because i choose to believe that he is just like me

“do you think i could have been an idol?” he’s running his fingers through your hair, featherlight touches that you almost can’t feel. “in another life?”

“hmm,” you think for a minute, genuinely considering. “i think you’re definitely pretty enough. talented, too.”

“oh,” you can feel him preen a bit, his body wriggling under yours.

“but you’re a little too weird, i think,” you follow, giggling at the indignant squawk he lets out in response.

“you like weird,” you can hear the pout in his voice, his emotions written into his words like a transparent script only you can see.

“yeah, but i’m in love with you.” you glance up just in time to see his entire face go soft, his eyes breaking into shining gems as his body melts into the couch. “so i’m kind of biased.”

“i would be your bias right?” he asks, continuing his traces in your hair.

“please, i would be your manager,” you scoff, poking his tummy with your pointer finger. “i have to make sure no one else is looking at you too much.”

“or you could be an idol too, and we could get into a dating scandal,” he smirks, some crazy fantasy of a different life rushing through his head. “we could hug each other while we cry over the hate comments.”

“we are definitely keeping our relationship a secret, min,” you reason, leaning into his absurd story. “i’d rather hide than have our companies try to tear us apart.”

“ooh, you want to sneak around with me?” he teases, his eyebrows raising adorably. “we can hide in closets and make out between schedules."

“if sneaking around means that i get to keep you with me forever, then yes,” you say, completely serious even though you’ve been in an openly transparent relationship for years.

“i’d write songs about you,” his voice is dreamy. “and i would perform them all the time. the fans would go crazy wondering who they were about.”

“minho,” you whine, embarrassed at the way tears spring to your eyes at his words. “why are you so sweet in every universe? isn’t there one where you’re an asshole?”

“oh, for sure. do you want to hear about the mafia universe?”

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ryxiez · 6 months

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So apparently some people new to Tumblr think a repost and a reblog are the same thing, so when they see creators asking for people to not repost, they're thinking the creators are saying to not reblog 😭

Y'all, a repost is when you copy/download the work and create a new post using the work making it seem as if it's yours. A reblog is you using a site provided feature to share the creator's post directly from the creator so that it's still credited to them and they still get all of the traction/notes from the work.

Please, reblog fics/art/etc. that you enjoy! Reblogging is not reposting! Creatives need support too, and reblogging is a way to do that!

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ryxiez · 6 months

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cant relate to being a klutz but still very cuuuuteeeee

klutz (l.k)

i found a prompt list of confessions and found one that was perfect for our cat man, minho! it's pretty cute, and i hope you all like it 🩷

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

“Y/N?” Hyunjin questions as soon as he opens the door to the practice room.

You greet him with a smile while walking into the room. “Hey, I'm sorry for interrupting,” you mention, glancing towards the couches. “Is Minho around?”

Hyunjin laughs, combing a hand through his sweaty hair. “He isn't, no. You just missed him,” he explains, moving to sit on the couch.

“Shit,” you curse, sitting down beside him.

“You okay? What's wrong?” He asks you, furrowing his brows in concern. “He'll probably be back in half an hour. We're just taking a quick break.”

You nod your head, leaning back against the wall. “Yeah, I'm okay. I just… locked myself out of our apartment,” you say embarrassingly.

Hyunjin chuckles, and he shakes his head. “I'm not surprised, I'm sorry,” he continues to chuckle, dropping his gaze to the floor.

You wave a hand and giggle as well. “I could've sworn that I grabbed my keys,” you shake your head before glancing towards the member. “What choreo are you guys working on today?”

He hums for a quick second before answering your question. “Min and I are trying to perfect the God's Menu choreography,” he responds, standing up.

“You're still fiddling with it?” You ask in surprise, remembering Minho mentioned that they almost perfected it a couple of weeks ago.

“Yeah. You wanna learn?” Hyunjin smirks, holding a hand out to you.

“Oh, God,” you laugh, not sure if that's a smart idea. Your dancing skills are non-existent, and you're not sure if you're well balanced enough for their choreographies. “I don't know, Hyunjin.”

He leans back and releases a loud groan. “Come on! Just a small bit! I'll be here in case you trip!” He tries to convince you, grabbing your wrist, shaking your arm.

You gently bite your lip, thinking the idea over. Hyunjin pulls you up from the couch, dragging you to the middle of the room. “Fine, fine,” you decide to agree, knowing he won't stop being persistent.

The two of you spend ten minutes going over bits and pieces of the choreography. You watch him carefully as he goes over it once more.

“Okay, I think I got it,” you tell him with a smile.

Hyunjin provides two thumbs up before rushing towards the computer. He presses play, moving back to stand by your side. You grow excited, hoping that you won't look stupid while doing it.

You're good with hand movements. The one thing you're worried about is your feet. You're a bit of a klutz, and Minho's reminded you of it multiple times.

Just as the two of you finish the hook, your ankle rolls. A pained cry escapes your lips as you fall to the floor. “Shit,” you curse to yourself, feeling your ankle throb.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” Hyunjin rushes to your side, kneeling on the floor.

You nod your head, and the door to the practice room opens before you're able to say anything else. Minho's eyes meet yours before widening.

“What happened?” He asked Hyunjin while joining the two of you.

Minho kneels in front of you, his hand hovering over your ankle. “I rolled it,” you inform him, tilting your head back at the pain.

“I can’t leave you alone for one second without you hurting yourself, can I?” Minho mentions, shaking his head.

You chuckle lightly. Hyunjin pats Minho on the back and tells him he'll go get an ice pack. The dance room fills with silence, your roommate gently moving your ankle around.

You softly call his name, causing him to lift his head. “I’m fine, so it’s okay—”

“No, it’s not okay. Not when I feel like I’m going to go batshit fucking crazy, thinking you’ve hurt yourself,” Minho sighs, sitting back on his heels.

You press your lips together, shocked to know that's how he feels. You reach a hand out, gently grabbing one of his. “Hey,” you whisper, tugging him towards you. “I'm okay. It's just a sprain.”

Minho laces his fingers with yours and squeezes your hand. “Now it's a sprain. What about next time?” He asks you, his thumb stroking the back of your hand.

“Well, then you'll be here to take care of me,” you nudge him, trying to lighten his mood.

He scoffs, a breathy laugh coming from him after. “You're lucky that you're cute,” he tells you with a smile, slowly bringing your conjoined hand to his lips.

Your breath hitches in your throat when he gently kisses your hand. You slip your hand from his hold, bringing it to his cheek. Minho's eyes meet yours as you scoot closer to him.

“You're pretty cute, too,” you whisper before closing the distance between your faces.

His lips are so soft on yours. The hand on his cheeks moves into his hair, combing your fingers through it. Minho wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you even closer to him.

“I got the ice—” Hyunjin cuts himself off at the scene in front of him.

Minho pulls away from you to glance towards the younger member. “Thank you,” he tells Hyunjin, not bothering about mentioning what he saw.

He nods his head, handing him the ice pack before leaving again. Both you and Minho feel embarrassed as you notice how red the tips of his ears are.

“No more dancing, okay?” Minho mumbles while placing the ice pack on your ankle. You nod your head in response, and you find yourself staring at his lips.

“Hey,” you gain his attention, fiddling with his shirt. His gaze finds yours, and you smile at him fondly. “You wanna get dinner?”

The corner of his lips turn up as Minho fully lifts his head. “Are you asking me out?” He questions with a raised brow.

You giggle and lean forward to press a kiss on his cheek. “Yes, I am.”

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#minho stray kids #skz x reader #skz lee know #lee know imagine #lee know fluff #lee know x y/n

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ryxiez · 6 months

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love this kind of shit forever and always

glass love; kim seungmin

kim seungmin x gn!reader

short story

warnings: angst, fluff

seungmin felt like shit. he sat in the corner of his room, hands balled up into fists as he heard your soft cries from the other room. it was all his fault. you just wanted to help him not over work. he just had to yell at you and push you away.

he screwed his eyes shut as he heard you getting up from the floor and heading somewhere. you needed space and it was taking everything in him not to follow you right now. your muffled footsteps stopped in front of his room. he perked up, waiting for you to come in. then he deflated again once you left.

it was all his fault. all his.

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stupid stupid stupid.

you bit your lip to keep your cries from becoming louder. you should have known not to push seungmin like that. he liked his space. you were just clingy. it was a good thing that you didn’t go into his room.

you were in the kitchen, heating up the leftovers that seungmin refused to eat. your eyes welled up with fresh tears at the memory.

you remembered the words he said to you. the way he flung his plate aside and called you clingy. you were though. you always got too attached to people you liked. that was your one main weakness.

clingy baby. when are you going to learn? he does not need, nor want, to spend every single second of every single day with you. you’re such a stupid, clingy cryba-

beep! beep! beep!

you were snapped out of your thoughts as the microwave beeped. you wiped your skin raw with the back of your hand before opening the microwave and wrapping your fingers around the bowl.

that was a mistake.

you yelped as the hot glass seared into your fingers, immediately dropping the bowl. seungmin rushed into the kitchen, eyes wandering around in panic until he saw you at the edge of the kitchen, clutching your hand, surrounded by broken glass and hot food.

“yn!” he rushed over to you, quickly grabbing an ice pack on his way. he placed the cool box on your fingers, soothing your red skin with the ice. “you okay?” he asked gently, not missing the way your eyes looked everywhere except for him.

you jerked away from him, taking the ice pack with you. “i umm, i better clean this up,” you say, looking down at the mess you’ve created.

“no need,” seungmin said, eyes softening as he took in your weak and tired form. “we’ll do that later, okay baby?” your bottom lip quivered and he wrapped his arms around you. “i- i’m sorry, i can’t do anything right. can’t cook, can’t warm up food, can’t be a g- good girlfriend,”

seungmin cut you off with a kiss to your pouted lips. “c’mon now, you’re the best girlfriend ever. it was my fault for yelling at you. you do everything right baby, you keep food for me, you take care of me, you wait for me all day just for me to be an asshole to you. i don’t deserve you sweet girl. i’m sorry.”

you smiled up at him with teary eyes before kissing him gently. “love you minnie,” you say. your relationship was fragile. like glass it can be broken easily. but also mended with the right tools. in this case, the tool was love.

#seungmin angst #stray kids x reader #skz fluff #skz angst #seungmin x reader #skz x reader

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THIS CANT BE REAL

IM OBSESSED

i.n. in a collar 😱

#skz i.n #stray kids posts #instagram #skz jeongin

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ryxiez · 6 months

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real

neeeeed to get married for the sole reason of having my husband say “that’s my wife” or literally any sentence with the words “my wife” in them.

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ryxiez · 6 months

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ryxiez · 6 months

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i need a future like this

𝐓𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮

☆ Genre: Domestic, fluff

☆ Warnings: None

☆ Request: No

☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N, Sky, Noah

☆ Word Count: 2.8k

"What flavour do you fancy today?" Chan asked as he pulled open a drawer. A spoon had become trapped in the hinge; it flew out and clattered to the floor, the man's eyes widening in sheepishness. "That didn't happen."

From the breakfast bar, Y/N started to laugh. She watched as her husband bent down and scooped up the spoon, quickly rinsing it under the tap. "Mmm … you choose."

"Really?" Chan asked with a smile, shaking the spoon in the sink. "Are you sure you want me to choose?"

Steepling her fingers under her chin, Y/N cocked her head to the side. " … Why? What are you planning?"

"Nothing," Chan chuckled. He pushed at a button, and the grinder immediately started to pulverise a dose of coffee beans. Y/N instantly perked up at the aromatic scent wafting from the coffee bar, and she inhaled the fumes as her husband smirked. "Maybe."

"Well, if I pass out from sugar intake, we'll all know why," Y/N commented with a knowing smile.

Chan grinned. "I won't make it too sweet. Promise."

"I want some," Noah frowned from the other side of the counter. "It smells good."

Y/N smiled at that. "It does, doesn't it? You can have a sip from me."

"I want a full cup," the twelve year old sighed. "I want to drink coffee like you. It looks fun."

Y/N couldn't disagree with that. She reached out and gently sweeped his curls away from his forehead. "Well, with how fast time is going, you'll get to drink coffee in no time. Just not yet … coffee isn't good for you baby."

Noah frowned. "Why not?"

"You're only twelve, Noey. Your body is growing and changing … the caffeine in coffee can have all sorts of bad side effects. Anxiety, heart issues, insomnia, dehydration … "

Noah's face immediately paled as his mother continued her list. He swallowed thickly. "I don't want coffee anymore."

From the espresso machine, Chan started to laugh. "I'll make you something else, Noey. Something that will make you feel all warm and cosy."

Y/N grinned as Noah's freckled face broke into a soft smile again. He nodded, swallowing down his last mouthful of cereal.

As Chan tapped the side of the portafilter with the palm of his hand, Sky clattered into the kitchen. The eight year old had a smudge of Nutella on her cheek, and Y/N couldn't help but giggle at the oblivious expression on her face as she climbed up onto a stool beside her.

"Look at you," Y/N hummed, reaching for a tissue. "There's chocolate all over your face."

Sky sat still as her mother wiped away the mark from her cheek. "There was Nutella on my toast."

"I know there was, I made it for you," Y/N laughed. She playfully squished the girl's chubby cheeks as she leaned forward to kiss her forehead.

Sky smiled up at her in response. She kicked her legs under the table while slumping forward onto her arms, her gaze curious as she watched her father. His back was turned towards the both of them, and Y/N secretly stared at him with a dreamy expression floating around her eyes. Sky was completely unaware of the overflow of love trickling out from beside her, her own thoughts preoccupied.

"Almost done … " Chan's voice was laced with a telltale smile as he spoke over his shoulder. With a gentle flick of his wrist, he pulled a stream of silky milk through the middle of his wife's coffee, his face glowing with pride at his handiwork. A perfectly curated ivory heart nestled in a layer of rich amber crema, and Chan's eyes morphed into the thinnest of crescent moons with the intensity of his smile as he padded over to his wife.

He set the round mug down in front of Y/N, simultaneously dropping a kiss to her temple. "There you go."

Chan slid his arm around his daughter as he watched his wife raise the mug to her lips. He burst into amused laughter at the slurp sound that escaped her mouth, the way she always did to avoid burning her tongue.

"Ah … " Y/N shut her eyes in bliss. She set the mug back down on the table, curling her fingers around the warm porcelain. "Vanilla?"

"Vanilla," Chan nodded. "Not too sweet, not too sickly. Perfect."

"I love vanilla.'

"I know."

Sky watched quietly as her mother took another small sip of her frothy drink.

"Do you want a sip, Noey?" Y/N asked as Chan walked back to the machine.

Noah shook his head. "I don't want to die."

"Ah, well," Y/N took another sip, a mischievous glint in her eye as she caught sight of the amusement in her husband's. "That's fair enough."

"Mama?" Sky piped in suddenly.

Y/N nodded. "Yes baby?"

Sky wrinkled her nose. "Do you not know how to make coffee?"

"Of course I know how to make coffee," Y/N smiled. She wondered where her daughter's question was going; they always managed to trail off of thoughts she had never even imagined before.

"Then why does daddy make you coffee every morning?" Sky continued. "It's okay if you don't know how to make coffee, mama. I don't know how to make it either."

At that, Y/N couldn't help but giggle. She set her mug down on the counter again, her gaze turning onto her daughter who had climbed onto the surface beside her mug.

"I do know how," Y/N repeated. "But your daddy insists on making it for me anyway."

Sky cocked her head to the side. "Why?"

"Because I love your mama, that's why," Chan chimed in from behind her with a soft smile. He held out a cup to his son, and Noah's eyes lit up at the goofy face in his hot chocolate.

Sky blinked. "One moment."

She scrambled off of the counter and jumped onto the ground before running off; Y/N and Chan looked at each other in mild bewilderment before she ran back into the room again, a notebook and pen clutched in her hands.

"I'm back," Sky declared as she climbed back onto the counter. She flipped open her book, pulling off the cap of her pen.

"What's that for?" Chan asked curiously. He had settled himself down on the stool beside his wife, and he nursed a large mug of fragrant tea in his slender grip.

Sky scratched her temple with her pen. "You said you make coffee for mama because you love her, right?"

Chan nodded, a smile on his lips. "Right."

"What else do you do because you love mama?" Sky asked. She scribbled on her paper. "I'm making a list. For … the future."

Chan blinked in surprise at her question, just as Y/N grinned widely at her daughter.

"For the future?" Y/N asked.

"Yep," Sky scribbled something else down on the page. "Because daddy loves you. And … and if I make a list of things daddy does, then one day if someone does things like that for me, then … then I will know if someone loves me. Like daddy loves mama."

At that, Y/N found her eyes watering. She avoided her daughter's gaze, instead picking her mug up and taking a large gulp of her sweet coffee.

Under the table, Chan pressed his slipper up against hers.

She smiled.

"So … you want to interview me?" Chan cleared his throat. "Is that it?"

Sky nodded enthusiastically. "Tell me ten things you do because you love mama. I will title my list 'ten ways to say I love you.' Because you making coffee is … is one of the ways you say you love mama."

Chan lowered his head. He did his best to hide the uncontrollable blush that was spreading like rapid wildfire from the collar of his shirt to the tip of his nose.

Tapping her pen against her paper, Sky stared at her parents pointedly. "Point one. Daddy makes coffee for mama."

"Hmm … your daddy doesn't just make coffee for me," Y/N smiled as she traced her finger over the rim of her mug. "He does lots of things without me asking … helps cook food, helps to tidy the house, buys me my favourite food … things like that.

Sky frowned. "Daddy is … a slave?"

Bursting into quiet laughter, Chan fought to not spit his tea out. He gulped it down rather painfully as he shook his head in mirth. "No. I'm not a slave, Ky. I do these things because I enjoy it … and ultimately they make your mama happy, and when she's happy, I'm happy. You know?"

"Writing down 'daddy enjoys being mama's slave' … " Sky murmured.

"Sky, no," Chan laughed. He gently reached for her pen and set it down on the counter, fully getting her attention. "When you love someone, you want them to be very, very happy. And you want things to be as easy as possible for them. I love your mama so much that I want her to make sure she never has to do anything while I'm around. I make her coffee every single morning because I want to. Not because she can't do these things … I just want to do things for her. I don't have to do these things, that's what a slave does, yeah? I like doing it. And she does exactly the same for me - we both do things for each other because it makes us happy. Does that make sense, baby?"

Sky picked up her pen again. She scratched out her previous statement and paused briefly before looking at her father again.

"What do I write then?" Sky wondered aloud.

Y/N smiled. "How about 'acts of service'?"

"Acts … of … service … " Sky hummed as she spelled the words out onto her paper. "Okay. What else?"

Leaning on his side, Chan turned to his wife with a cheeky smile. "Your turn. What makes you feel loved, baby girl?"

Y/N secretly jabbed at his side as her cheeks flushed, making her husband giggle like a child at her reaction.

"Your daddy is very kind," Y/N said to Sky, ignoring the growing smirk on Chan's face as his eyes drilled lasers into her. "That's very important. Never be with someone who isn't kind, okay baby?"

Sky nodded. "Mama and daddy are both kind."

"Aw … " Chan chuckled. He reached out and gently patted Sky's arm, making her smile at him as she finished writing down her second point.

"Give me another one, mama," Sky said.

"Hmm … " Y/N raised her coffee to her lips again as she stared at her husband with soft eyes. She smiled. "Your daddy is very good at controlling his anger. He gets angry sometimes, but he never, ever takes it out on me. That's very important too. Some people get violent when they're angry … it's very important to make sure they don't do that."

Noah suddenly wrinkled his nose from the other side of the counter. "Guys at my school throw things when they're angry. And they hit people."

Chan grimaced. "That's exactly what you shouldn't do."

"Why?" Sky asked.

"Because that leads to other people getting hurt," Y/N explained gently. "We should all do our best to keep our emotions in check so we don't hurt others."

"Okay mama," Sky nodded. She tapped her paper. "What else?"

"I guess it kinda ties into the first point, but I like to help your mama with her housework," Chan grinned. His knee was jumping under the counter, and Y/N snorted quietly as she reached out to place a hand on his leg. He immediately stopped moving and she giggled; she knew how shy he felt speaking about his feelings. He was trying his best for their curious daughter, and it only made Y/N fall in love with him even more.

Sky stuck her tongue out. "That's boring."

"Maybe," Chan laughed. "But it's fun when you do it together. Turns into a game."

"Well, I guess that's okay," Sky said. "But what about washing dishes? That's the worst."

Y/N grinned. "One of us washes them, and the other dries. We usually have the radio on and end up dancing around the kitchen. It's fun."

"That's gross," Sky commented, and Noah grinned at his sister's feigned disgust. "But I'll let it slide. Next?'

Chan leaned forward with his chin on his hand as he peered at his wife. There was a cheeky glint in his eye. "Anything else to say?"

Y/N pressed her lips together to stop herself from erupting into manic laughter. "Your daddy is a very good listener."

"I'm a good listener, big deal," Sky grumbled, sending her parents both into a fit of frenzied giggles. "Why does daddy have to be a good listener?"

"Because," Y/N hummed. "It's nice when someone listens to you. I don't speak very loudly, and your daddy always makes sure to give me his full attention when I speak. I never have to repeat myself … unless he's joking around."

"I'm listening to you," Sky said.

"Yes you are," Y/N smiled as she patted her daughter's head. "You take after your daddy."

Sky cocked her head to the side as she studied her father. She blinked. "I'm not that old."

Chan's mouth dropped open just as Noah and Y/N burst into laughter. They watched as Chan sighed, sagging into his seat.

"Why does every one of our conversations always come back to this?" Chan grumbled, suddenly looking very tired. There was a smile on his lips, though, and Sky giggled before kissing his cheek.

"Because Uncle Seungmin teaches me lots of things," Sky said simply.

Chan shook his head. "That Uncle Seungmin of yours needs to be taught a lesson."

"No, Uncle Seungmin teaches me lessons," Sky said. She then held her pen out again. "Four more things."

Looking at his wife, Chan smiled slowly. They were both blushing uncontrollably, and suddenly they felt like teenagers again. It was Chan who looked away first, his hand coming up to cover his face as cleared his throat again, his ears burning.

"Your mama is the most important person in my life," Chan said. He then rushed to amend his words, "along with you kids, obviously. I think … it's very important to put the person you love before everything else. You guys are my main priority, you know?"

"That's true," Y/N nodded. "He does always put me first. At first I thought he was the kind of guy who'd put work before me … but he never fails to make time for me. I don't know how he does it, but he does."

Chan smiled at that. He took a sip of his tea, hiding the goofy smile pinned to his lips.

"Quality time?" Sky asked. "Is that what you call it?"

"Sure," Y/N nodded.

"Oh, another point," Chan suddenly said. "Kinda similar to the previous one … but respect is very important too. If you don't respect your partner, it's never going to work. I respect your mama lots, and your mama respects me too."

Sky nodded slowly as she wrote down his words. Y/N dropped her head against her husband's shoulder as she watched her daughter, and Chan turned his head to the side to kiss her temple softly.

"How many points left, baby?" Y/N asked gently.

Sky whispered under her breath as she counted the bullet points on her list. "Two!"

"I have one," Chan grinned.

"I have one too," Y/N laughed.

"Go first," Chan nudged her softly.

"I was gonna say your daddy is really supportive," Y/N said. "With anything I want to do, he's always my number one supporter and he cheers me on."

"Daddy is mama's number one fan," Sky giggled. "I'm writing that down."

Chan chuckled. "Pretty accurate."

Sky ran through her points again. "One left!"

"I'd say this one is the most important out of all of them … " Chan said slowly. Y/N tilted her head towards him in intrigue.

The man's face suddenly broke into childish joy. "Cuddles!"

He threw his arms around his wife before she had the time to realise what was happening, and in a split second she was being smothered by her husband's muscular arms; Sky and Noah's voices were a flurry of high pitched giggling as their father attacked their mother with impromptu hugs, and Y/N couldn't do anything but return Chan's embrace with one of his own. She smiled against his shoulder as she heard the brush of 'I love you' against her ear, the words sweet, warm, and as light as angel wings as Chan hugged her a little tighter.

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