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strayflowersstarsandlove · 2 days

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Took me a loooong long time and I'm not entirely sure you'll ever see this but just in case: this is for you @sugarandsmokerings1 💖 (and for anyone that fancies some soft dad!leeknow) hope you enjoy it!

Bunny (dad!leeminho)

Easing yourself into getting out of the house more and do some light, leisure excercise has been less daunting than you thought it would, so far.

Rather than you being uncomfortable moving your body out there after pregnancy and giving birth, you were more worried about your 3 months old baby catching whatever little waft of cold air and pollen or anything else, thinking about exposing her to any sort of discomfort and accidentally getting her sick made your stomach twist on itself.

You thought you weren't going to be a helicopter parent, that you were going to be the cool, chill mum that let her child explore the world for herself, but the moment this tiny, TINY perfect little creature was placed in your arms you knew you would have taken a bullet for her, or five thousands of them.

Little walks to the park with her in the stroller? Sure. A quick run to the grocery store with your baby safely strapped to your chest, no problem. A full on hike though? That was another story. Well, not entirely.

Minho loved his long walks and hikes, had gotten you into them a few weeks after you two started dating. Now married and with a baby, he had been sacrificing himself and one of his favorite activities a bit more cause he never wanted to be apart from the both of you for too long, and he felt like it was imperative for him to be a present, caring father.

He had proposed to go on a shorter, mild hike with you and *his baby bunny* cause he just couldn't wait to show her around, get some steps in for himself and hopefully help you relax and enjoy some preocius family time all together, kill two birds with one stone, as they say.

With some distinctive worry churning in your stomach, and only after asking your pediatrician if it was okay, you had accepted.

"Alright, there we go, there we go, nice and tight, oppa got you yeah?", Minho coos softly, securing a half asleep, barely fussing Yumi in her carrier as tightly as possible, while still making sure she's comfy and snug to his chest as you guys slowly shuffle out of the car and proceed to the track starting in the valley.

He double checks the straps are secure and pats her little head so gently, leaning down to nuzzle the tip of his nose into her mochi soft cheek, placing the softest, tiniest kiss there. He lingers just a second, eyes glittering in awe and pride at his little bundle, his lips forming the fondest smile as he stares at her.

Wipped. He was utterly wipped for her. From the moment he learnt he was going to be a father, he fell hard, he fell even harder for you and his baby.

You thought you knew the look of love, his face, utterly smitten when he first saw her 3d scan, the pure joy and adoration when he held her in his arms for the first time. She was loved before she was even born, and she was going to be loved forever after.

And that's what instantly made your heart swell up,increase in size each day some more, like right now, at this very moment, as you feel it compressing against your chest, catching the most mundane little glimpse of just how much love Minho had for your daughter.

She was going to be safe, she was going to be perfectly okay, shielded from the sun and the breeze and all horrors as your husband carefully slips a wide brimmed hat on her head and holds her close to his chest to support her neck so her little face can rest comfortably on him.

"Shall we go?", he asks you suddenly, noticing how you had been staring at them as if you had been caught up under a spell.

Birds chirping, the crunchy sound of leaves being stomped on by your feet, you and Minho make your way slowly, enjoying the calmness, the mild temperatures, the golden light of the sun as it filters through the trees, tall and sturdy and brightly green all around you. Perhaps you missed this more than you realised you did.

These little treks immersed in nature were indeed one of your favourite things too, walking through the foliage gave you a deep sense of tranquility and quietness, which clearly works amazingly for your tense body and worried mind, with every step you take further into nature, you become less and less aggravated, your head clearing, your heart comforted.

"Thank you for suggesting we do this, jagi, I'm feeling great right now", you exclaim quietly, a hand landing on Minho's shoulder as you fall in step with him, he turns to you, grinning at first and then smirking smugly, "told you you were going to enjoy this! And look, baby bunny loves the quietness too doesn't she?", he says playfully, stroking your very peaceful baby daughter's head, so calm and relaxed, cooccooned against her father's steady heartbeat, she was now sleeping without a care in the world.

You both stop for a sip of water after a while, finding a more secluded clearing were you can rest on some severed tree chunks still rooted in the ground.

Minho spreads his legs apart just so he can sit more comfortably while still holding his daughter steadfastly.

And the baby must have felt the shift of the gravitational pull and realized Minho is no longer walking and thereby rocking her gently because she now awakens, her big brown eyes opening, Minho's big brown eyes copied and pasted onto her little face, immediately filling up with shiny tears, "oh no, oh no aegiya, it's alright, it's alright", he mumbles soothingly, springing to his feet so he can walk around.

You down half of you water bottle and go up to her as well, murmuring sweet nothing to her, trying to get her to calm down, but Yumi just cries more, now whinier and louder: "waah waaah", "perhaps she needs a nappy change?", Minho suggests, still walking around in circles, rockying her lightly.

With your help, he then unravels the straps that hold her in, and removes her from the carrier so he can hold her bum up to his face and give it a sniff, "nope, smells fresh and clean", he exclaims.

"Maybe she's just hungry, let me just -", you try and gently brush your finger on her bottom lip, see if barely sticking it in there triggers her suckling instinct ...and it does! "Ahh Yumi bunny is just hungry! That's okay, milky is coming straight up!", you coo sweetly, already reaching for her bottle in your backpack.

As soon as Minho takes ahold of her bottle she starts fussing and blubbering, squirming in his arms almost excitedly, which has the both of you giggle, "gah hah wweea", she gargles mid cry, "ah ah gah? Milky is life right? mom's milky is the best, I know!", Minho imitates her squeaky noises, a lovely habit he got from baby talking with his 3 cats and that he perfectly adapted for his daughter too.

Yumi immediately latches onto her bottle, her sobbing and sniffling quieting down until she's just slurping happily, "mmhh so yummy, my hungry babygirl loves her milk doesn't she? so many happy sounds!", Minho murmurs enthusiastically, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of her head as he supports her neck.

"She really does look so happy when she's having her milk, she gets the sparkliest eyes just like her oppa", you utter, your own eyes never leaving your daughter, "well she's probably imagining your boobs right now, and they're perfect milkers, I would know, it's only fair her eyes sparkle", he muses, all innocent looking, making a kissy and winky face at you.

"OH MY GOD SHUT UP!!", you half laugh half shout, playfully slapping his back as giggles take over you and the warmth on your cheeks makes your skin sting, "someone could have heard you say that", you add then, looking around you, checking for other trekkers, but your husband just shrugs and bends down to kiss his daughter's forehead and whispers: "I can't wait to hear you talk my little Yumi, hopefully you didn't just get my eyes but my wit too, and together we're going to drive mommy just a liiiitle cuckoooo, just for fun".

hii idk if you write long fics but could you please write a parenting series with lee know x reader where they have like a three month old baby :3 the idea of dad lee know drives me insane😭 and also if you decide to write this please make it as long as you can!!! that's all ♡♡

hiii omg this is so cute 🥺 thank you so much for the suggestion 💖💖 I actually always wanted to write some sort of pregnancy series type of content for the boys i have quite a few ideas! I'm not sure whether it's going to be in long fic form or multiple separate one shots but it's definitely something I'm more than happy to explore sometimes soon so please stay tuned!

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strayflowersstarsandlove · 2 days

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Fiance!skz vs your wedding dress 🤍✨

Tw:pregnancy

🖤hyung line🖤

🖤maknae line🖤

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strayflowersstarsandlove · 6 days

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13 (hanjisung)

One foot in front of the other, shouldn't be too bad. One and two and three and for. And five. And six. You somehow manage to climb up the stairs, the steaming hot bowl of kimchi jjigae still perfectly intact in your hands, you almost want to pat yourself on the back for succeeding in not spilling a single drop.

You tap the base of the door with your foot, carefully balancing your weight on your knees so that you don't tumble to the ground, and luckily enough Han opens the door for you, a tired but still bright smile on his face: "baby", he sighs softly, letting you in so you can quickly place the bowl down on the table, away from the scattered, crumpled paper sheets and portable keyboard.

Han had recently turned the spare room upstairs into his little at home studio. It reflected his personality so well, his sunset to sunrise lamp glowing in the corner, a few guitars hanging on the wall, a small, black leathery couch at the back, conveniently displaying an arrangement of fuzzy blankets. Cozy vibes and the persistent smell of his cologne and half empty coffee cups.

It was his refuge, his sanctuary. You barely stepped foot in it, only occasionally gathering up the discarded take out containers and forgotten plaid flannels and hoodies left amassed on the spinning chair, you were so careful even while vacuuming the place, for you didn't want to taint his favourite room in the house, didn't want to disturb the place where magic was created on the daily.

"I know you said you weren't too hungry but you've been holed up in here the whole night, please have at least a few spoonfuls", you encourage meekly, pointing at the soup you had just placed on the desk, Han nods and and sniffs the fragrant, hearty smell of his dinner, scooting his chair closer to the edge of the seat so he can reach the bowl more comfortably,"I will, thank you for taking care of me when i forget to", he jokes. Kind of.

He only ever half joked when it came down to his mental health. The smile on his lips not quite reaching his dark circled eyes, a pencil still in his hand, the suffused pale blue light of his computer screen casting its glow on the wall: you had interrupted him while he was clearly writing a new song, and you felt bad. For writing and composing music was the one thing that kept him sane, helped him process his emotions and turmoil.

He was insanely talented and imaginative as is but whenever he went through a rougher patch, his songwriting skills just went up several different notches. The pain in his heart and the fuzziness in his head tragically pulled out the best musical talent in him. Sometimes he'd let himself be consumed by sleepless nights spent with his headphones on and endless cups of coffee and more half finished lyrics than he could count.

Nodding sympathetically, you place a small kiss on top of his head and hug his frame briefly, your hands slipping beneath the collar of his white and blue checkered shirt than swallowed him whole, then down onto his front, briefly circling his torso, his small waist that drove you insane.

You gently pat his tummy and his stomach, chambers of his silent distress, the anxiety you knew was slowly but surely eating him up from the inside. "I love you, I'll leave you to your masterpiece", you whisper, reluctantly letting go of him.

The house falls quiet if not for the faintest strumming of a guitar, a few chords being played on the recorder, a gentle lullaby floating in the air as you go about the rest of your late evening meal prepping for the next few days and then cleaning up.

When the clock strikes just 10 minutes past eleven you plop two herbal tea bags into their designated ceramic cups and lean on the counter, propping yourself up on your elbow while you wait for the tea to brew. A yawn escaping your lips as late night approaches.

You quietly head upstairs, both cups in your hands while you mentally curse yourself for the handles are not scalding against your palms but still hot enough to feel the slight burn on your skin. This time the door to Han's studio is ajar, so it's a little easier to slip through: curled up on his chair, eyes closed and a serene smile on his relaxed lips, big headphones snug on his ears, he looks divine. Effortlessly beautiful.

It's heartwarming, really, to see him so fully immersed into his own music, the love of his life. It must be so cathartic for him, you think to yourself, deeply grateful for you get to witness just how art and artist save each other day by day. An impelling urge to kiss his face and his beautiful mind begins to prickle your skin and you're just one breath away from him when the song in his headphones stops and Han blinks his eyes open, looking a little startled as he finds you right there,peering into his face, likely with the most mad heart eyes ever.

"SORRY! didn't mean to scare you! You just looked so ...at peace", you mumble, setting down the mugs as he removes his headphones and chuckles, "that's okay, thank you for the tea", he replies quietly, smiling at you and then puckering up his rose coloured lips, requesting a kiss with no use of his words. And you comply eagerly.

"Is the next skz album coming along well?", you inquire, mollified the second your boyfriend's attention is fully diverted from his computer screen to your body, hands resting on your waist, the soft, warm pressure so comforting one second and then so delightfully flustering the next, especially when they briefly climb up your back, a single finger running down your spine, guiding you onto his lap, "mmh I think these songs are for me only, wanna have a listen?", he offers, holding out his headphones for you.

With your back resting against his chest and his arms securely wrapped around your waist, you close your eyes and let the notes fill you your ears, his melodic voice travelling up your eardrums, your brain, your heart. His tone emotional, deep, intense, sometimes desperate, shaking you from the inside out. Not that you didn't expect that, you knew very well just how much of a musical genius he was, but each and everytime his solo songs just hit you, they hit differently, for he really poured his heart and soul into them, tugged at all the right heart strings.

Transported into this other world, where the sound of his voice and the guitars and drums are the only things in existence inside your head, you barely notice Han peering closely at you, a grin on his face, one of his hands tantalizing on the hem of your shirt.

You only physically shake yourself awake when you feel his lips on your neck, soft but lingering kisses down the side, his hand now well beneath your shirt, gripping one cup of your bra confidently yet not aggressively, just enough to elicit the final electrifying tremor that has you removing his headphones in a haste and land back on earth, eyes wide, a stupid grin on your own face: "oh you've come back to me, finally. I thought my songs made you fall asleep", he teases, and you're so glad, so glad to see his playful side again, the snakes of anxiety clearly having relented their choking grip on him.

"I was just thoroughly enjoying the experience, listening to your music first is always such a blessing, I'm honored. With every new masterpiece your make I'm just... in awe. You truly have a gift, Hannie", you confess earnestly, loving the way he still blushes lightly and looks down, too shy to accept the compliments.

Han sighs contently and presses his lips to your cheek, "you're spoiling me, today and always", he mumbles, squeezing your sides briefly, "you're going to have my brain go rotten, I love it. I love you", he adds, smiling that heart shaped smile of his, "finish up your tea, I'll be done here in hopefully just half an hour and then we can go to bed okay?", he suggests, clearly noticing the veil of sleepiness behind your eyes.

He knew he was a night owl and you were not, noticed all the details, all the little tell signs you were getting tired after a long day, he always read you like a book, which was both endearing and fascinating, flattering, even, for how much interest he took in you, knew exactly what he needed to know about you like a manual.

"Is it okay if I stay here and wait for you? I'd like to listen to those two songs some more", you ask tentatively, gesturing for the headphones, "but like... It's okay if not. I can definitely just wait in our bedroom, I don't want to impose", you add in a fret, the last thing you want is to intrude in his space even more today. Though you really want to listen to his music more. Like really, really.

Han personally takes the headphones and clicks on the little loop icon on his phone screen before handing them both to you, the white, blank cover art for the mp3 track he had downloaded glowing in between you two, "impose? This home is mine just how much as it is yours, you can absolutely stay here, have a little nap too if you'd like, though I'll try to be quick and wrap up here", he reassures, "I appreciate that but... but this is your safe space, your sacred room", you reply, stroking his cheek, "yeah well I want you here, so go lay down and enjoy your private music session", he asserts playfully, a gentle resolve to his voice as he pouts.

During days when we were young and naïve, what we loved Were your pure, clear eyes that gazed into you and me, Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah The night I walked you home, my warm spring days The day when thick mist filled the air

The high falsetto, the heart wrenching intensity of his vocals, the guitars reverberating in the background, you're floating. Head above water, just filled with the honey of his voice as your body glides on the surface of the water. Arms and legs straight, stretched out. You're so light and weightless you could forever roam the waters, motionless.

At least until something hefty and warm falls delicately on top of you, depositing on your chest and your torso and your legs like a light knitted blanket. Balmy leaves, a hint of mint, perhaps some musk, something stronger and amber like, leathery almost, wafting through your nostrils. Something soft tickles your jawline and your chin, your neck. One of your ears unclogs and something falls down your shoulder: "my sweet, perfect peach, hello, welcome back from the land of dreams".

Han chuckles from above you, a smrik on his face as watches you blink confusedly, the remnants of the same melody you had probably overplayed still playing distantly in the background. So maybe you weren't just floating on water but actually just laying down on the couch in your boyfriend's studio, the very same boyfriend currently settled right on top of you, curious brown eyes looking intently at you.

You giggle, embarrassed, and try to hide your face behind your hands as you cover your eyes and cheeks, "gosh... how long was I asleep for?", Han giggles himself and moves your hands away from your face, he leans down to kiss your lips, sweetly but with a subtle fever to it.

"A while... looks like my songs are soporific after all", he jokes, though it's short lived, the cheerfulness in his voice, he seems rather rapt right now, he keeps looking down at your lips over and over, "not at all. I'm just a teensy bit tired and the atmosphere here is really cozy and relaxed", you object gently, "that's understandable, you were up on your feet all day, making me dinner, checking in on me...",he trails off, his thumb brushing the blush on your cheek, "I didn't even make you dessert! Crap! Do you want anything right now? I can wip up some pancakes real quick!".

Strong whiplash hits the back of your neck as you try to sit up straight and get Han to move off of you in just one motion and, predictably so, you whimper in pain. Much to your boyfriend amusement who helps you sit up but also laughs his ass off at your impulsiveness. Hearing him laugh like that though, so gleefully so freely, that's just worth the pins and needles in your muscles.

"You don't need to make me anything", he says in a low voice, much somber now as he crawls over and kisses you once again, his soft lips crashing so perfectly against yours, "I've got dessert right here", he whispers, his hands now resting on top of your thighs as he slowly crouches down, balancing on the heels of his feet.

A little tumble. That was your heart.

Han squints a little, big expressive eyes turning into two slits, that sort of lazy, alluring look to them as he spreads your legs apart, enough for his head to fit right in between. The crackling of fire igniting in your belly, you watch as his fingers inch closer and closer to the waistband of your pants, pointer fingers hooking around the fabric, giving it a gentle tug, "may I?".

All you can do is nod, melting little by little as he locks eyes with you and removes your pants, the sight before him enough to make his Adam's apple bob up and down. He stars slowly, lazily even, only placing the softest kisses to the inner side of your thighs, making his way up to the seams of your underwear, leaving behind a trace of goosebumps on your skin.

Oh it's so hot. Suddenly you feel so hot. Shivering but hot. Slender fingers trace patterns over the cotton in between your thighs, circle motions, light tapping, you flutter your eyes shut as soon as Han kisses the very same spot his fingers just padded over. And then warmth, a wet warmth right over you in a stripe.

Nimble fingertips just brushing your navel, your hip bones, your thighs again, until your underwear are just a roll of fabric discarded on the floor. You have barely anytime to feel the air hitting your exposed flesh for Han just dips his mouth on you. A throaty sound rumbling from his lips, he buries his face in between your legs.

And he's good, like REALLY good. He knows he is. The man just knows how to use his mouth and his tongue,no matter where he's using them. You hiss underneath your breath, your hands instinctively running through his hair, how much you love how longer and curlier it is, tickling your bare skin, giving you the perfect excuse to tug at it.

A kiss, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucks and sucks, and your legs shake so much already he has to hold your thighs down, "oh baby, my soft baby, so shaky for me already?", he teases, a gentle but firm grip on your body as he tries to keep you still. His eyes fixate on your face, observing intently for any reaction depicted on your expression, his gaze so intense you feel it even with your eyes closed.

His tongue swivels around your most inner part, sloppily but with some heft to it, small licks as he taps on your mound, only increasing the blood flow there, you can almost feel yourself pulsating, even more so when you open your eyes, squinting a little, and meet his dark orbs still fixated on you, you can only see his eyes and the bridge of his nose, for the lower half of his face is just buried in you and god, it's so hot, just the sight of him like hat while he works on you, it's so hot.

Seconds turn into minutes and before you know it, in your heightened state of bliss, you feel your blood rushing faster down to your lower belly and your legs, your face contorting, sweating, as you feel progressively more hot and bothered and on the verge of imploding. Hands clamping down his hair, your start to breathe erratically, the pressure on your chest sinking down and down until your heart feels like it's going to collapse.

It's the tense, pre climax silence and the slight spams in your legs that do it for him, that and knowing you like the back of his hand, that and his welcomed obsession with staring at you, studying every single little detail that gives you away. Han keeps his pace, knowing that you're just seconds away from coming,he notices your abdomen contracting and relaxing alternatively, feels your ragged breath coming out in puffs in his hair.

One look. One last lingering look to see you biting down your bottom lip,hard, you exhale loudly and start to shake, rocking your hips until you're all up in his face. A fraction of a second later and he has you come all undone in his mouth. The shiver the tremble the wave of warmth and tingles from your belly to your core.

He wastes no chance, continuing to roll his tongue on your clit, kissing and slurping everything he can, helping you ride your high until you can't no more. Arousal glistening on his lips and his cheeks and his chin, he finally detaches his mouth from you, the little silver of his tongue on the corner of his lips as he laps up any residue before wiping his face with the back of his forearm.

Drunk-dazed, you look up at him from beneath your lashes, a small smile on your reddened lips, from how much you've been biting down on them, it just perfectly matches the blush on your cheeks, the splotches of heat on your chest and your tummy, like roses blooms all over.

"Oh, you're blushing, how cute", Han chuckles, cupping your cheek tenderly, gesture which you can only smile abashedly more at, "have i rendered you completely speechless? talk to me, say anything", he teases playfully, for he knows it always takes you a little while to compose yourself when he eats you out like that, even if he acts as if it's nothing.

"You're good, Jisung. You're good at anything and everything you do, an ace, a true ace", you mumble, avoiding his gaze, and he giggles adorably, leaning in to kiss your tummy, "am I a better lover or a better songwriter?", "OH THAT'S SO UNFAIR YOU KNOW I CAN'T POSSIBLY PICK", you exclaim, suddenly much more spirited and alert.

Han bursts into deep throaty laughs and doubles down on you, his forehead resting on your abdomen, his arms cradling your lower body, "alright alright, let's go to bed", he suggests, helping you put your underwear back on, "or I could go for seconds, while you listen to my songs again and decide which one you like better", he adds as if in an afterthought, smirking a little.

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strayflowersstarsandlove · 7 days

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𝑻𝒐 𝑫𝒊𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 - hyunjin x reader x felix au fanfic

DISCLAIMER: the following dark, explicit, mature content includes mentions and depictions of emotionally intense themes such as !!TW!! grief, sex, loss, mental illness and addiction. If you're particularly sensitive to any of the mentioned above and more, please refrain from continuing on.

This is a work of fiction, Hyunjin, Felix and any other characters are meant to serve as name holders for fictional and entirely constructed personae that are not meant to reflect any real or factual personality trait or event that might occur.

PROLOGUE

0 - I love the way you're screaming my name

Little half moon shaped imprints scatter like a constellation on your reddened hips, your thighs don't even ache anymore, muscles almost fully numb with how much they're used to the strain. He shakes his head briefly to the side, white blond wisps sticky wet with sweat, they barely flop, barely blow away from his slick face, he sinks his nails into your flesh, sinks himself into you so deep your eyes roll to the back of your head.

There's a little orchestral concert happening in your lower abdomen, a crescendo of violins gritting and tilting and kettledrums beating to the same low drum that grows louder and louder, pressure building up faster and faster. Deep, throaty growls rolling off Felix's mouth guiding the thunder that's about to explode, your own breathy moans echoing along as if you alone were the entire choir.

He hoists your legs higher up around his neck, angling his pelvis in a straight angle, right to your core, a mighty final push that has your hands flying to his arms, clamping his wrists so tight his pale purple veins bulge underneath your fingertips, he hisses, wether it's from the pain or the pleasure you don't know, dark eyes looking wilder and wilder by the second, pupils dilating to the impossible until he's gritting his teeth, rutting against your hips.

The concert is about to end on a grand finale, your hips buckle, he groans and thrust his throbbing length in for the final time, he has you spasming and thrashing in no time, "ah ah aaahh hy-aah AHH HYU-FUCK AHH".

The roaring applause never comes, but the blinding, white hot wave of pleasure washes you over nonetheless, your whole body ablaze, his warm load coating your insides, ecstasy pouring down on you from the inside out.

Felix breaths erratically, trying to fill up his exhausted lungs, he huffs and puffs, looking at your fucked out state with a frown on his face. You're not even looking at him, you never do. He spent himself three times already, but you won't even look at him after he gave you three mind blowing orgasm in a row.

To be honest he doesn't even need you to look at him, you could keep your eyes shut while you kiss him, he wouldn't mind. But you don't. You help him off of you and you clean up and then quickly turn to the side, your back facing him. He hates it but doesn't say anything, he collects the towels and his discarded clothes and silently makes his way to the shower.

You don't mull over it anymore. You know it's coming either way. Your eyes twitch a little, irises moving sideways in fast motion until their inner vision focuses on his hounched figure once again: "three orgasms in a row, our boy Felix is treating you well, so well... You could have a been a little nicer to him today", he teases, a mischievous smile gracing his lips.

Rolling your eyes, you plop down next to him, composed but tired, your limbs slowly regaining feel: "stop that, you make it sound like I'm a mean fucking person, and I'm not", Hyunjin drapes an arm around your shoulders and pulls you to him, eyes narrowing into two slits as he stares at you, "you were almost calling him Hyunjin again, It's the second time you slipped this week already".

He smells exactly the same everytime, chrysanthemums and grass, blackberry and soil, his breath warm, his voice soft and low, his lips impossibly plump, naturally red and tender as they brush on your temple, "you should be flattered", you mutter, melting quietly on his side.

"I am. I know I shouldn't for poor Felix's sake, but I am. I love it when you go batshit insane over some good pounding, I just wish it was still me making you cry out like that".

He sighs against your forehead, the phantom of a kiss depositing on your scalp,"I am so selfish,so greedy, my love".

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strayflowersstarsandlove · 9 days

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Bf!skz finds your baby pics/you find his😇💌

🖤hyung line🖤

🖤maknae line🖤

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strayflowersstarsandlove · 16 days

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@skzpvol HERE I WAS THINKING THE HAN ONE WAS A LITTLE TOO SELF INDULGENT CAUSE I'M ITALIAN TOO!! glad you liked it😂💖💖

Texting bf!skz in your native language🌏💌

NOT my original idea just one I really loved, I actually saw something like this floating around here a while back but I unfortunately do not remember on whose op blog it was posted first. All credits go to them💫

ps brace yourself for some extreme fluff and sappyness (is that a word)

🖤hyung line🖤

🖤maknae line🖤

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strayflowersstarsandlove · 16 days

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I literally adore your writing 😭 l love when I open tumblr and you posted something BUT I have a confession to make: everytime i read "eyes wide shut" my mind just goes singing "Fake eyes open..." and I just gave up, for me this is the real name of the au. Bye love ❤

You are the sweetest, thank you so much I am flattered💖 the fact that you took time out of your day to write this is incredibly appreciated. Thank you. Just thank you😭

Tbh I completely understand the immediate Taste connection like ...I can totally see that😂

Hope you have a wonderful day/night 💖

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strayflowersstarsandlove · 16 days

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Texting bf!skz in your native language🌏💌

ps brace yourself for some extreme fluff and sappyness (is that a word)

🖤hyung line🖤

🖤maknae line🖤

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strayflowersstarsandlove · 23 days

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Texting bf!skz "I'm going to eat you" 😋

I'm not sure what this is sometimes I just look at their sweet faces and go like aaahng mentally cause COME ON they look so ✨biteable✨

🖤hyung line🖤

🖤 maknae line 🖤

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strayflowersstarsandlove · 29 days

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I don't mind (leeminho)

It wasn't the first time you and Minho had gotten a little carried away while making out. A quick peck on the lips while watching a movie on the couch had suddenly turned into a full on make out session that had the two of you scrambling upstairs, limbs intertwined and messy hair and and hands all over the place and really ... who could blame you?

You two had officially started dating only fairly recently but the more time you spent with him the more you wanted him all to yourself. Especially on some of his days off when the both of you felt way too lazy and too cozy to leave the house and would just hang out in your comfy sweats and drink tea while watching random shit on Netflix.

The thing is: even at his most relaxed and cozy, bare faced and untamed hair, your boyfriend looked exceptionally good. It was almost like his chill, quiet aura and casual look made him even more attractive in your eyes, like he was just there, existing in hot.

This time around there was something just so irresistible about his dark, fluffy and slightly messy hair and tired eyes and the way he had been repeatedly stroking your arm and the outline of your hip while you were staring at the screen, that it had all just made you want him so bad.

So there you were, straddling his lap as he sits on the edge of his bed, hands now firmly grabbing your bum, now moving your tangled hair away from your face as he hungrily kissed you and you tipped your head back is if to give him easier access and control, feeling your insides getting progressively warmer and tinglier with each and every of his moves.

You roll your hips gently, eliciting a low rumble in his throat as he reluctantly stops kissing you, wild eyes and short breath fanning your face as he slips his fingers past the hem of your shirt and starts to roll the fabric upwards, signaling his intention in taking it off of you. And that's when you freeze on the spot.

Your heart dropping to the base of your stomach, the very same arms you had wrapped around his neck now falling limp at your sides, your face turning into a frown.

"Whats wrong?", Minho asks, his hands stopping just short of your bellybutton, releasing your shirt that falls back down your sides with the motion. "I - I uh..." your breath catches in your throat a little and you stumble on your words, unable to meet his soft but intent gaze that searches your face for answers, "I - ugh", you sigh loudly and roll your eyes with frustration at your own self, "I have really ugly scars on my chest", you confess, mentally preparing for the same old speech you rehearsed so many times over in your head cause you knew the moment would eventually come.

For as much as you could always tell when he was feeling a little horny by the way he would smirk at you and tease you nonstop, Minho had never pressured you into anything, he really just initiated things and then was always trying to read your face and see how you'd react to his touch.

The more you seemed comfortable, eager even, to have him merely giving you that sort of attention, the more confident he grew and tried to test how far along you'd go. And truly, if it wasn't for how insecure your scars made you, you would have given him full permission to see you half naked ages ago.

Minho blinks at you, tilting his head to the side, slightly opening his mouth in that cute v shape as he looks at you confusedly, "I had a boob job okay? Back when I was 17. It was actually a breast reduction cause I had almost double d's and they were very uncomfortable and were causing me back problems and frequent chest pain and my rib cage was suffering and-" you stop rambling, catching your breath for a bit, still looking down at your lap as you further confess your troubles after a brief second.

"I don't regret it one bit. The best decision I made so far, really. But even though it's been years the scars never properly faded. The one on the left side is still a bit raised and rough to the touch and it's just... It's just - they look so bad".

The room falls quiet for what feels like an eternity when you know it's probably a few seconds, but at least now that you said it all you feel a little lighter, a little more confident as you slowly lift your eyes up to Minho who's still looking at you. "I don't care" he deadpans, his tone not even harsh just very... Indifferent? "I literally do not care, at all. I have a scar too, actually".

You barely have any time to register what's happening before he takes off his own shirt, revealing his toned chest, his pectorals prominent and his visible but softer upper abs which do show a darker patch of skin at the edges of a scar, "had to have surgery when I was a kid. I hate it. I don't want to talk about it. Never fully faded and never will but... It is what it is", he shrugs, his eyes quickly returning to your bewildered ones as you scan his beautiful chest.

"I think you look great", you breathe out, a genuinely fond smile creeping up your lips. You almost cannot believe he just exposed himself like that, only to make you feel better about your own scars.

Minho smiles back at you and sucks on his teeth, "thank you", his arms circle your waist and his hands rest on your lower back, bringing you a little closer to him, "you don't need to do this, though. You can take off your shirt or you can keep it on, either way I don't mind. I felt your tits before, I know they're great anyway".

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Fiance!skz x your engagement ring 💍💝

title should include HUSBAND!skz but it was getting too lengthy 😅 anyways, taking my anti delulu pills as we speak, hope you enjoy💖

🖤hyung line🖤

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𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚆𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 - a Han Jisung short au!fanfic

PART 9

💫PART 10💫

2 weeks go by at the speed of light. You're barely getting used to share your life with Han, sharing your meals and your bathroom and your laughs and your heart with him, trying to numb out the ache residing in you, you're barely catching up to that when the day Felix has his flight to Vientiane arrives, pulling the rug out from the beneath your feet.

The guys are emotional, needless to say. The tight knit group huddled together at the gate, virtually occupying the entire area just the 8 of them. You and Han had revealed your relationship to all of your friends a few days earlier, the occasion turned into a farewell to Felix and a celebration for your young love all at once, the sappy tears wetting everyone's faces. Not as much as today though. Even Minho struggles to hold back the tears, though he jokes it's just sweat coming out of his tear ducts.

"United Airlines flight 404357 to Vientiane is now open. Passangers can proceed to security checks at gate 43". The loud speakers boom and echo through the walls and just like the final beeping of a ticking bomb, it unravels a chain reaction where everone starts sobbing one after the other, much to Felix's already heavy heart, "that's me, guys", he says gingerly.

Hyunjin lurches himself at him, almost tackling him in his embrace, "Yongbokah don't forget about me yeah? Don't be a stranger, please don't", he says quietly, his voice broken as Felix holds him the best he can considering the sizable height difference, "I would never, man, I would never". They pat each other's back a few times and just when you think Hyunjin has finally let go of him, he wails and cries out and pulls Felix right back into his arms.

You break at that. The emotions running through each and everyone of you are so strong that seeing them all so clearly affected makes you want to sink into the ground. You can't help but wonder if you not corresponding Felix's feelings had catalyzed his decision to pursue his volunteer work.

Sure, he was always going to be doing that sometimes in the near future, but suddenly that future had become your very present. You wonder if you had just been completely unaware, blinded by you suppressed feelings for Han to notice that your best friend was slipping away right from your fingertips.

Changbin puts on the toughest act he can, tries to remain stoic and reliable for the very teary very emotional Jeongin who hides behind his back. Except he bursts into tears the second Felix embraces him, he tries his best to smile through the pain, repeatedly patting his younger friend back while also letting him squeeze his arm muscles for one last time, "thank you Yongbokah, never thought I'd say this but thank you for all the squeezes and the cookies and your warm smiles, I can't wait to experience them all again and then whine about it".

Everyone erupts into light, half choked giggles, a little breather in between the heartfelt goodbyes being exchanged. Felix has to then pry Jeongin away from his older friends arms to give him a proper hug, he even plops a little kiss to his temple which is uncharacteristically welcomed, and returned, even: "don't tell my girlfriend I did that", the younger one he manages, making everyone stifle their laughs.

"Oh I will Innie, first thing I do once I land will be calling her up and tell her all about it", Felix jokes, trying to make light of the situation despite his own eyes betraying just how meaningful it was for him to have Jeongin being so openly affectionate.

The next slightly reticent one is Seungmin, who blinks away tear after tear as he lets Felix hug him with full force, "I'm going to miss you, man. I didn't get tell you nearly enough but I do care about you, a lot", he says quietly, a little remorsefullness in his voice, "it's okay, I always knew you did Mong Mong, I'm going to miss you too".

Minho smiles awkwardly and tries to comfort his friends up until the moment it is his turn to say goodbye, he sniffles very very quietly, trying not to let everyone know he's been secretly crying a lot more than he lets on, and when Felix hugs him he picks him up from the ground and squeezes him tightly, "Yongbok you silly little thing, why do you have to go and break my heart like this uh? ", he says only half jokingly, his voice ultimately breaking on his last syllables.

"I'm sorry, will you forgive me if I promise to feed in your name all the stray cats that I'll meet?", Felix rebukes laughing, and Minho shakes his head, smiling softly at him, "you are already forgiven. Feed yourself, a lot. And be good, alright?", he adds, patting his friend's head.

Chan is on a other level of heartbreak. Chan looks like he is physically in pain. Him and Felix hug the longest so far, they barely speak a word to one another, though something tells you they had a very long and deep talk prior to today. Their embrace looks like the safest, warmest little home created among themselves, it lingers as they rub each other's backs and hold each other's hands briefly, complicit, silent words being exchanged through their eyes only.

You look down at your feet, your heart sunken so deep down your stomach you're not sure you can witness anymore goodbyes for the rest of your life. One more, you think, anticipating Felix is going to go to Han next but he hugs you.

And there's no amount of time or self psyching into not crumbling into tiny pieces that could have ever prepared you for the wave of utter yearning that crushes you the second you're being engulfed into your best friends' arms, one last time, for a very long time. River like tears spilling from your eyes, you hug him so tight, cry so loud the guys around you shield your fragile frame from nosy passangers looking in on the scene.

Felix lets you cry all of your tears, never minding the wet patch forming on his shirt, he rubs your back soothingly and rests his chin on your shoulder, "I love you, I'll miss you so much, please be happy, please be so happy you forget what sadness feels like. Hannie's got you, the guys got you, you are so loved y/n, so loved", he reassures you quietly, a few of his own tears falling down your back.

"I love you Lix", is all you can manage in broken sobs, your voice dying in your throat before it ever has the chance to come out. It's like your brain goes blank, even if there are a million things you want to say to him, they all vanish in the moment, and all you're left with is this immense feeling of pure, ephimereal affection for him.

Felix carefully peels himself off of you and caresses your cheek, brushing away a few tears in the process, "time zones suck but I'll always be just one phone call away okay? You can reach out to me anytime, beasties get no time limitations, you get the no interruptions privileges, you call me and I'll pick up, no matter the weird hour", he asserts reassuringly, smiling kindly at you, to which you can only feebly smile back too, as you nod.

Han doesn't wait for Felix to come to him, he pulls him to his chest and cradles his head like he would with a baby, crying all the while, "I love you, man, I love you so fucking much it hurts, I'm so sorry for everything", "I love you too, jagi", Felix hugs him warmly, smiling lightly as he rubs Han's back.

"You are forgiven for anything you think you need forgiveness for, you are the light of this group, one of the brightest, kindest souls I've ever met, but don't forget to save some of that light for yourself too, and for her", he says softly, pointing at you as he lets go of Han who nods firmly, pulling you onto his side, "you're holding my world right now, please take care of her", Felix adds, a little more somber, "I solemnly promise you I will, I lost her once, I'm never letting that happen ever again. I swear to you, I swear on your beautiful heart too".

You take refuge into Han's chest and arms as the 8 of you watch Felix's plane soar to the sky, tears stricken faces and tender gazes as you all silently wish him the very best. It's bittersweet, knowing you had to let him go in order fro him to be truly happy, the same way he had to do the same for you.

"Am I selfish for thinking it's unfair I could never have both you and him close to my heart in different ways but at the same time? Like... I had Felix close, but you so far away, metaphorically speaking. And now I have you here, physically here, very much close to my heart, and Felix gone, physically 2 time zones away from me, isn't it tragically funny?", you ramble, knitting your eyebrows together as you air out your thoughts.

Han chuckles and kisses your cheek," it is, my love. But I don't think it's selfish, I think it's human nature. I guess sometimes we're just blind to the things we have, and only realise how valuable they are when they're already gone. But Felix isn't going to be gone forever, so keep that in mind, your heart will be full again. In the mean time I promised him I was going to make you happy no matter what, and I have every intention to".

The familiar fuzziness spreads in your chest, you reach up to him and kiss him, placing your hand on his chest, his hearbeat thrumming against your palm, "my heart is full, wide open for you", you murmur, resting your head on his chest, closing your eyes to the night.

🥀FIN🥀

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𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚆𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 - a Han Jisung short au!fanfic

PART 9

💫PART 10💫

🥀FIN🥀

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Showing bf!skz your straykids themed manicure💅💌

🖤 hyung line🖤

🖤maknae line🖤

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More? (hwanghyunjin)

You see the thing about being intimate with Hyunjin was that you never fucking knew if you were gonna get the purest, sweetest soul that would worship your body like you were some goddess, the squintiest lovesick eyes and softest kisses to your core version of Hyunjin OR the insatiable, stamina driven, loudest almost animalistic version of sex machine Hyunjin. There was no in between with him.

Your boyfriend switched up between these two sides with little to no warning signs beforehand, and you usually only started realising which version of him you were gonna get only when you two were already getting into it quite heavily.

Not that you were complaining. In time you figured his duality resembled the range in his voice: he could either sing so softly, almost lazily lulling you to sleep, or he could growl his ass out and belt out the fastest most iconic rock vocals.

For someone who was usually so polite and soft spoken, who was more of an introvert with a passion for the finer, quieter activities and would literally look like the cutest dumpling while just existing, Hyunjin had surprised you on more than one occasion with just how ravenous and passionate he could be in bed.

On this late summer humid afternoon you got to experience wild Hyunjin once again.

Something about the relentless hot sun even at 6pm, the suffocating air and your barely covered body had turned him on like a light switch and you guys went from just chilling on the bed, trying to combat the heat by laying down almost motionless if not for the turning of the pages of the books you were reading respectively, to a full on make out session that had you strip out of your white cotton little sun dress in 0.2 seconds, his hungry eyes fixated on you, drinking you in as you removed your underwear at last so he could freely feel and palm and suck on every inch of your exposed skin.

The headboard of your bed hit rhythmically against the wall behind it, the knocking sound still not loud enough to drown out you guys' moans and the wet, splashy noises your bodies were making, "ah - shit.. Ah!", you whisper/shout as you feel your limbs tense up more and more, the intense build up in the insides of your organs Hyunjin was currently rearranging by thrusting in and out of you with quite some momentum.

He smirks briefly and pulls one of your legs higher up his waist, giving himself a tighter angle as he slightly reposition himself and picks up his pace again. And God does that do wonders for you. You grip the sheets underneath you, balling up the fabric in your palms, nails diggging into it as your jaw tenses up all at once, your neck straining back with your head sinking deep into the pillow as to give you more support.

You are panting. Hyperventilating. Sweating profusely and squeezijg your eyes shut from the exertion and the ever growing, impending feeling you're so close, so close to come.

"More... More-ah.. Fuck - ah ah". You are whining, whimpering now. Your bottom lip quivering, barely escaping the hard bite you're imposing on it with your top lip in a desperate attempt at preventing yourself from screaming.

"M-more? You want more, baby? ", Hyunjin asks in a hushed tone, his arm muscles bulging out, his entire head of dark hair, wet with sweat, long locks sticking to his face as he obliges to you and pushes himself in even more, now going faster and harder, his large hands gripping your waist so hard you're probably going to find the imprints of his fingertips on your hip bone in the morning.

Your body starts twitching, both your abdomen and your thighs spasming with the release you're about to get and if it wasn't for the slight, blissfully white fog approaching your brain, you swear you could come undone just by looking at the marvelous, fiery look in Hyunjin's eyes as he sticks his tongue out to the side of his mouth while pushing back his hair on his slick forehead, droplets of sweat falling down on your chest with the motion as he sinks into you one more time.

"Cum, cum for me", he murmurs, breathing heavily with effort, and you can clearly see he is straining himself, holding out for you for as long as he can, and you give in. Finally. Thrashing and shaking all the while, you finally reach your climax, overwhelmed with the warmest, most intensely wonderful feeling when he moans so loud and cums too, filling you up to the brim.

You momentarily feel like passing out with the exhaustion and the suffocating air closing in around you and all your senses rendered numb from the intense pleasure you just experienced. Yeah sex machine more like sex demon Hyunjin was insane. You felt fucking ecstatic and tired and high all at once.

You also felt strangely cold now: you turn your head to the side, catching a glimpse of your unusually quiet and grimacing boyfriend rolling over on his side of the mattress, covered in so much sweat his palms and his arms are that wet kind of shiny when he pats them all over his face, a poor attempt at blotting down his forehead and cheeks a little.

You try to calm down your erratic breathing even though you're still gasping for air and stretch out your arm, your fingertips barely tickling his side as you watch him trying to stand up and manage to stop him just in time, "hey... Where are you going? Come back here, come to me", you call out cutely.

Hyunjin sighs condescendingly and stops in his tracks, sitting back down on the bed, "I'm a mess, jagi. I'm really gross right now", he says quietly, now trying to blot his chest and his legs with the hem of the sheet only for it to soak up more sweat instantly and come back wetter than it was already, which you notice makes him click his tongue in his palate in frustration, "babe I'm a mess too. I'm gross too! It's like 100° in here it's only normal we're basically bathing in our own sweat", you try, giggling at your messy state.

It has been quite a long time since you found out that your boyfriend tended to sweat more than profusely. Whether it was dance practice or a regular gym session or just a very hot summer day (or just really good sex) he just produced copious amounts of sweat and that was absolutely fine.

You knew he sometimes felt a bit too self conscious about it and so you tried your best to never make it too obvious that you noticed, but with him literally dripping on you... Well there wasn't much you could do to ease his discomfort. It didn't gross you out in the slightest, you actually liked it? It gave him this sexy, disgruntled look and he honestly smelled amazing like that was almost too embarrassing for YOU to admit. You liked the way he smelled. His skin naturally smelled sweet, somewhat floral and earthy, sweat only accentuated that.

When you see Hyunjin still unmoving and looking like he's mentally debating with himself over lying back down close to you again, you take matters in your own hands and scoot closer to him, hugging his torso first, unbothered and unphased by how wet he is, and running your fingers through his hair next, trying to pull him onto you.

"Hey", you smile sweetly at him, leaning him to kiss him, loving the way his lips are so red and swollen and tender underneath yours, the way he puckers up instinctively and it feels like you're kissing a plump, melty, sugary strawberry.

He lets you guide him back down on the bed, with a little nudge he even repositions himself in between your legs, the raw, naked flesh of your bodies meeting and fitting together again like it was never meant to be separate.

"How do you do that?", he asks lowly, looking at you in the eye with that certain kind of softness, "do what? Bask in the feel and smell and beauty of the sexiest man alive? Who coincidentally happens to be my boyfriend by some kind of miracle?", you chuckle and he leans in to kiss you, his tongue stroking your bottom lip before pulling away.

"I'm covered in sweat. I probably stink but I can't smell it too much cause I'm too used to it, and I'm literally dripping on your naked body while we are making love, I'm dripping on you after, and you still want me, you still kiss me and hug me like it doesn't disgust you at all. How do you do that?", he asks, his eyes dreamy, lips parted slightly as he stares at you.

"It really doesn't disgust me. At all. I actually find it sexy. Arousing, even", you reply, batting your eyelashes prettily and he smirks and chuckles, "arousing? You get turned on by me obnoxiously sweating?", he repeats sarcastically, tapping his fingertips on his still pearlescent forehead.

And then you do something you never thought of doing before but feel like it's compelling to do right this second.

You grab the very hand he just touched his face with and place it on top your mouth, then slowly proceed to kiss each one of his long fingers, his finger pads salty on your lips as you wet them with a little lick.

And that's when you see Hyunjin eyes turn from to doe to siren eyes back again. He tilts his head to the side slightly and parts his lips, his mouth mimicking a little o shape that you imitate yourself so that his fingers slide through. Never breaking eye contact, you start to suck at his pointer and index finger alternatively, holding onto his intense stare and the hard bulge hitting your inner thigh as indication he's quite enjoying the experience.

His breath catches and he hisses when your tongue swivels around his joints. And oh. How he crumbles. Hyunjin gets himself off by just letting you squeeze him in between your legs while sucking on his fingers, he even adds his thumb to the mix, his mouth dribbling with a little saliva at the sight, "oooh my good", he moans, pressing himself up to you, his senses getting all alert and ready again.

He's now getting strangely aroused by you squirming and sweating profusely yourself when he presses a little too hard and demands you really really suck his fingers off with all you got. And judging by the way he rails you straight after you could say that maybe, just maybe, he won't ever question how you can still want him covered in sweat ever again.

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𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚆𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 - a Han Jisung short au!fanfic

PART 8

💫PART 9💫

"I'm terrified", you whisper as Han pulls to a complete stop in Felix's driveway. A tight grip on your chest, your heart feels heavy for him, with the way you've been avoiding him, he must feel so left out, rejected even.

You absentmindedly intertwine your fingers with Han's, spreading them apart and then curling them up so they fold on their joints, the alternate motion distracting you a bit as you recollect your thoughts, "I am too, but we have tell him, y/n. I'd rather he found out directly from us than through the grapevine or the boys", he replies quietly, letting you play with his fingers for as long as you need, the quiver in your bottom lip being jut a little too much to handle right now.

You have been starting all of your mornings together, going through the mundane motions of settling in his apartment and getting breakfast and doing the grocery shop, deciding when and how to tell the boys.

It felt inevitable and nerve wracking, not because you were afraid of their reactions, the both of you knew just how supportive and friendly they had been so far with Jeongin and Changbin's relationships, and with Chan's and Minho's antics. You had no doubt they'd welcome the news.

What felt unnerving was letting Felix know. You had concluded that you would tell him first, and separately, to spare him the feeling of being left out and simultaneously intimidated. It's not like the boys were going to tease him or make him uncomfortable if he were to have an emotional reaction, but you both felt it was important for him to be the first to know.

Nodding in understanding, you sigh quietly, the vivid image of Felix's kind brown eyes going big and shiny with tears already tugging at your heartstrings, "I know... I know. I want to tell him too, but do you think he's going to feel a little intimidated if we talk to him together? I don't want him to think we're ganging up on him", you comment, biting at the inside of your cheek out of nervousness, "we are some of his best friends, he's not going to feel intimidated. Betrayed, heartbroken, maybe", Han replies with a sigh.

Your stomach is doing somersaults by the time you walk to Felix's door, Han's holding your hand firmly, his sweaty palm threatening to slip away any moment so you reinforce your grip on his fingers as well, "hopefully it's going to be okay...", he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head before he knocks.

The way Felix was overjoyed when you had called the other day had made you want to rip your arm out and give it to him as a tribute. As an apology gift. You hadn't mentioned to him that you wanted to talk to him about something so serious, just that you wanted to see him.

Nor did you vaguely touched upon Han being there, there was no point in lying or scheming over some complicated plan to reveal the truth about the two of you, you were just going to be open and honest and carefully present the truth to him, trying to save him as much heartbreak as possible.

"Angel!!". Felix cheers enthusiastically as soon as he opens the door, quickly enveloping you in his arms, squeezing your back and your shoulders, hugging you with his whole body. Oh how you missed it. The kashmere soft, vanilla laundry detergent scent of his clothes, the cute sounds he made while squeezing you, his fast fingers already kneading at the knots in your back muscles.

"Hi sunshine", you breathe out over his shoulder, a tiny droplet of a tear getting stuck in your tear duct. "Hannie?". Felix slowly lets go of you and greets his friend just as warmly, the endearing look of surprise plastered all over his face as he extends a tight hug to the brunette as well, "I didn't expect you here, did you and y/n come together?", he asks curiously, motioning for the both of you to step inside his apartment.

Tea and snacks are promptly set on the table, Felix hops around the living area making sure you're fed and comfortable, pale blue and faded green locks bouncing on his head, his pink rolled up sleeves sweatshirt swallowing him whole, he's the embodiment of tenderness and you can't help but tear up by just looking at him being himself.

Once the small talk is starting to drag out a little too much, you start shifting in your seat, your hands itching to stretch out over the couch and grab ahold of Han's, who mostly kept his eyes looking downwards at his feet this whole time, barely exchanged a few words with either of you, tension and sorrow evidently clear in his body language.

Taking advantage of a little pause in your chats, you nervously clear your throat and glance sideways at Han who tentatively nods in your direction, a small acknowledgment of your shared intentions: "Felix look I... need to talk to you about something-", "we... we need to talk to you", your boyfriend interjects, his voice low and strained, "we... are dat-", you start, your voice trembling, "we are in love".

You're not sure if you're the one with the most shocked expression or if Felix is but in the span of mere seconds Han stood up from his seat confessed for the both of you in a single breath. "I'm so sorry, I should've come clean way earlier and I should've talked to you sooner and should have been honest from the start but.. I-i never stopped loving her, from day one. When I told you kissing her was a mistake and that I wasn't in the right mind.. That was a lie. I wanted to do that with my whole heart, I wanted to be with her then and I wanted to be with her always. And for some God forsaken reason she - she took me back".

Han sucks in his breath, a quiet sob escaping his mouth too as he looks at you softly, you reach for his hand and squeeze it once, your heart smahing into pieces at his words. Felix frowns and squints his kind eyes, he instinctively springs to his feet and pulls Han to him in a bone cracking hug, "it's alright", he whispers, "it's-it's more than alright, you guys are in love, it's beautiful, there's nothing to be sorry about", he invites you into the hug as well, the three of you huddling close, tearing up quietly.

You sniffle and bury your face in Felix's shoulder, whispering about how sorry you are over and over as he gently pats your back and Han kisses your hair, mumbling his repeated apologies too, "guys guys please ...please stop apologizing, you're in love, never apologize for being in love".

Felix smiles sincerely and puts his hands on each of you and Han's shoulders, pulling the both of you closer to him, "I'm happy for you, I'm genuinely really happy for you", he says reassuringly but Han merely shakes his head,he places both of his hands on Felix's shoulders, holding him firmly, "Lix you don't have to put on a brave face, you have every right to be upset, I know i hurt you, I betrayed your trust and that's not excusable".

Sighing just barely, Felix squeezes his friend's hands, "Hannie, I appreciate the consideration but ...and-and I-I don't want either of you to get me wrong cause I do love you both but ...it's not ..", he fidgets a little before gently letting go of Han and fully turning to you, now taking your hands in his, rubbing gentle circles on your skin, "sweetie ...", he starts, a small, comforting smile on his lips as his eyes look intently into yours, "I had been in love with you, I'm not going to lie. You have always been my best friend, my little heart ... ".

You feel fresh tears swelling up in the corners of your eyes, your bottom lip trembking with how much you're trying to prevent yourself from fully burst, the tenderness in Felix's voice breaking you piece by piece, "I wanted to tell you, so many times. But it felt wrong, cause I know you, I know the look in your eyes when you're floating above everything, head over heels. I've seen that look, that breeze, that air about you when you're pining over someone. And that someone has never been me. It was Han, it was always Han".

The man himself visibly melts at that, he squints adorably, his hands reaching for you, eager to brush your pink cheeks, but he holds back, not wanting to interrupt your moment with Felix, "throughout these past few years I've come to realize I just couldn't possibly ruin that for you, I decided I was going to keep my feelings and safe guard both of our hearts. And you know ...", Felix pauses, rubbing the inside of your forearms, looking down as he does so, "time helps. Time helped a lot".

He glances at the both of you, inhaling deeply before continuing:"... and then I got this amazing opportunity delivered to me like the perfectly timed gift that it is and it gave me the exact purpose to try and move on... I actually wanted to tell you this whole time, that's why I kept insisting I wanted to see you lately, I was finalizing this: I'm leaving".

Both you and Han look at your friend, gobsmacked. Felix smiles sheepishly and lets go of you, sticking his hands into his pockets, "I wanted to tell you under different circumstances, like at the bar with the other guys like I did the other night: I've been offered to volunteer with children in Laos and then Rio De Janeiro. It's been my dream for so long and I kind of don't want to miss this opportunity. I've known about it for quite a bit now, I've been busy a lot at work cause I was trying to rearrange and plan my whole future ahead basically. Or at least the foreseeable one for the next 3 years".

3. Years. Little by little something crumbles in your chest, the tears you've been trying hard to hold back now fully escaping your control. "You're-you're leaving for 3 years?", you breathe out, temporarily holding onto Han for support who falls so silent, "they said 1 one year is the minimum and that it can be extended up to 3 years. And ... well ...I want to take advantage of that, it's something I've always wanted to do".

You get it now. The love stricken look, the specific aura Felix was just mentioning when talking about you. You see it reflected in his eyes, in the way he looks so fucking happy and light, like his heart is so in it he's floating above air. That's why he took the news so incredibly well, why he has so far remained so calm and serene.

"I'm happy for you, man. This-this is the greatest opportunity, you are right. You're going to destroy my heart by leaving, but it's only fair. I almost destroyed yours first", Han cries through a genuine smile, fat droplets falling down his cheeks as he envelopes his friend in a tight hug, extending his arm out for you so you can join them in a group hug again, the three of you sappy, letting it all go in a liberatory full cry.

🥀PART 10

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